Three is Better than Two

Two is fine, Three is better?December 20th, SaturdayThere hadn?t been many replies to my personal ad at ?Afspraakjes.be?, in fact, there had been only one.I reread the mail again.. for the third time already, and looked at the nondescript pictures of a bulge in semi-transparent tight briefs and the cleavage of an obviously lush bosom bulging from a shiny blue latex dress.?Hello Addicted 2-6, my name is Dirk(65), and my wife Greet(43) asked me to reply to your ad. We are experienced swingers and would love to have you over at our condo in De Panne for an afternoon of fun. We both like your profile and I am bisexual too.?Making sure the wife was still napping I started my reply:?Hello Greet and Dirk, thank you for your reply and your pictures?? as I was typing the word ?pictures,? my gaze went to the pictures in question, still open in another window.Dirk?s bulge and Greet?s bosom sure looked inviting enough but in all honesty, at least, that?s what I tried to convince myself, I had never really intended to pursue this ?plan;" after all, placing the ad online happened in a drunken stupor.I hadn?t dated for years, and I sure hadn?t had male-to-male fun in ages.The wife and I however had fallen back to a kind of dull routine, a very unsatisfying, almost loveless routine at that moment.My fingers hovering above the keys, I was formulating a polite way of declining the invitation.Hmm, ok, the words actually appearing on the screen were however slightly different than in my mind : ?I would be delighted to be your guest for an afternoon at your condo, but before I commit to anything, I would like to know a little more about your interests, hobbies and likes. Personally, I?m into reading, scuba diving scale modeling and I like a glass of wine or the occasional cocktail.?I felt a familiar thrill of anticipation in my loins as I hit the ?send? button.Trying to focus on other things I opened my favorite forum for scale modelers. At that time I could spend hours on the site, reading the logs, studying the pictures, and learning new techniques, in fact, I spent more time on the forum than actually building models.I had almost finished reading a log about a new kit being reviewed when I noticed bahis siteleri the yellow envelope-icon blinking, announcing I had unread mail. Expecting more spam, I finished reading the log first before opening the mailbox.To my surprise it was already a new mail from Greet and Dirk, again containing an attachment with three pictures this time. I considered the text slightly more important than the photos, so I started reading. As I had requested, they had given a bit more information about themselves; Greet was about my age, was employed as a secretary, and loved cooking, swinging and their annual vacation at the nude resorts of Cap d?Agde while Dirk was a retired high school principal, a diving instructor, motorbike enthusiast and yes, of course, a swinger and nudist as well. A very normal couple with a considerable age gap and at least three everyday hobbies it seemed. I then opened the three new pictures; they were clearly taken on the same occasion as the previous ones I had received earlier; showing Dirk?s buttcrack through the transparent briefs and a hunched over Greet whose short latex dress was barely able to cover her naked pussy. The third photograph showed the couple in an intimate embrace french kissing. Greet's hips in the second picture betrayed that even though she wasn?t exactly a slim girl, she did have very nice curves.By now my cock was throbbing and pushing against the fabric of my jeans. For the first in a long time, I felt a forbidden longing for what I had been missing at home for ages and before I realized it, I was formulating a proposal in my reply to visit them in the afternoon of the twenty-seventh.Only for a short moment did I feel a stab of guilt toward my wife, then I shrugged and remembered that she was the one who had chosen to sleep in the guestroom for the past few years, only to come and play once or twice a year when it suited her. As I was once again looking at the picture of Greet?s luscious bullocks in her tight-fitting latex dress, I was slowly stroking my hard, throbbing cock through my jeans till I began to notice a dark stain in my crotch and could barely hold on before I had to make my way to the bathroom to drain my cum.The canlı bahis siteleri next couple of days we kept exchanging emails, occasionally a bit naughty but mostly containing your average day-to-day small talk of people getting to know one another a little better.Christmas came and Christmas passed and there it suddenly wasecember 27th, SaturdayThe wife was convinced that I had to work the late shift, that?s one of the perks of being a train driver, nobody can keep track of the complicated schedules you have, it?s actually one of the best jobs to get if you want to cheat on your partner.A day at work however was the last thing on my mind when I hopped in the car. It took me only a couple of minutes to round the corner out of sight, now it was time to pull over and set the car?s GPS to the address I had received in De Panne; just short of two hours, that would give us about six hours of playtime.A smile was appearing on my lips while my fuckpole started to grow in my pants when I thought of things to come.About halfway I pulled over at a Texaco service station. All worked up I walked through the deserted cafeteria, hardly attempting to hide the obvious bulge in my crotch. The bored cute student worker gave me a smile when I walked by on my way to the restrooms.In one of the cubicles, I took the little surprise I had snatched from the wife?s closet. Even though she had an attractive, sporty figure unlike my overweight round body, I knew the sexy, bright lime-colored thong would stretch more than enough to fit me comfortably enough. I quickly took off my shoes, jeans, and briefs and pulled on the sexy thong. Even though I didn?t have a fetish for sexy lingerie, I did enjoy the sensation of the soft fabric between my bullocks. Before putting on my jeans again, I just had to spend a few more minutes caressing my buttcheeks, fighting the urge to start masturbating.I managed to pull myself together and while tucking my briefs in my pocket I left the restrooms, bought a box of mints from the cute servant to camouflage my smoker's breath, and continued my way to my date.After about another hour of driving along the highway I reached the exit for De Panne, according to canlı bahis the GPS I was only about five minutes away from my destination? and from the French border as it turned out.The eleven-story building was hard to miss as it was the last building before the border, as agreed I sent a message to Dirk to let him know that I had arrived. In response, I got the number of the apartment.?Come in,? the male voice answered from the console ?we?re eagerly expecting you.?I smiled, pushed the door open, and called the elevator in the hall.As per instructions I went left upon exiting the elevator on the sixth floor, that would be the seventh floor I guess, if you are an American reader, the door on the end of the hall was open ajar and by the time I reached, it was pulled open further by the man I recognized as Dirk.He was taller than I had expected, his hair a little longer than in the picture, and a bright smile showing his perfect teeth, or maybe dentures immediately made me feel welcome.?So you are Danny?? he stated while shaking my hand and placing his left hand on my shoulder to pull me further in and guide me to the living room.?Greet?s in the kitchen making sure we?ll have something to eat later on; she?ll be here shortly,? he explained while accompanying her to the sofa.That was actually part of the scenario we had agreed on, we would start exploring and then Greet would join us in the play.I sat on the sofa after I had removed my coat and given it to my host, the room was spacious, and I thought to myself this condo had to have cost a fortune with the view of the Channel, the temperature was a nice contrast to the outside, where you could still see the thin layer of snow in the dunes.My thoughts were interrupted by Dirk, who put his hand on my shoulder, offering me a glass of red wine with his other hand, I looked up at him and thanked him for the drink, realizing that his zipper was only a few inches from my face.I took the glass from his hand and while bringing it to my mouth I placed my other hand on the bulge in his pants. I felt his member getting harder and bigger under my touch and after I took a sip of the wine I placed the glass on the coffee table and used both hands to unzip his fly and take out his beautiful cock. It had been ages since I had touched another man?s dick, but as soon as I enclosed it with my hand, the old sensations and lust came back and I brought my lips to his shiny head.