Rendezvous
28th Mar 2006
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Following my first two accounts of things that have happened to me (“My First Threesome” and “Not So Gay”), I know some people at least would like to hear more, so here goes:
In the pre-internet days, I made most of my contacts through a magazine called Rendezvous. This required a certain amount of care as letters had to be exchanged without my wife knowing. I usually tried to arrange to meet people when I was travelling away from home in the mid-1980s. I got in contact with a couple who were interested in meeting in a hotel room for oral sex between the woman and me while her husband watched. She was 47 and he was 35, I was about 40 at the time.
I booked into a lodge-type hotel – nice and anonymous, but with good facilities – and waited for them to arrive. I got a call from reception saying they were there and I fetched them into my room. Jean (not her name) was no glamour puss. She was well overweight but obviously had good-sized breasts (one of my interests). Chris was short and also overweight, quiet and pleasant. They were both smiling and easy going which made it easy to break the ice.
We sat and talked for while about their experiences and mine and what we both liked and disliked. Chris asked if he could take photos and I agreed as long as my face was reasonably obscured. They confirmed that I was not to fuck Jean, but anything else was OK. So Jean and I started kissing and touching each other, gently at first, finding our way. I felt her breasts from outside her clothes, but found her bra a bit too heavy to get into. So I then moved to feel up her thighs – and was pleased to find she was wearing stockings, not tights. My fingers slid along her skin above her stocking tops until I found myself inside the legs of her cami-knicks. She decided it was time to strip off a bit and stood up. While she peeled her dress off I stripped totally as I love to be nude with other people. Jean was now wearing a camisole top over a bra, pants and suspender belt with stockings. She slipped her top down and undid her bra, releasing two wonderfully big tits with large brown nipples. The areola covered the ends of her breasts, which I love. I moved forward to feel them and then to take them in turns in my mouth, bringing the nipples up hard.
I tried to remove her camisole, but she refused – I think she wanted to keep her rather large belly covered. She slipped off her knickers and I knelt before her to push my tongue between her legs and into her slit. She spread her legs more and pulled my head in so I could reach her clit with my tongue while my fingers went up her cunt. She was soon groaning and I thought she was warming up very quickly. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs fully so I could get in closer. As I explored her whole slit, from anus to clit, with my tongue she began to writhe and groan louder. It was clear from her wetness that covered my face that she was already highly charged and ready to go. So she went into her first orgasm, gripping my head with her thighs as I tried to concentrate on her clit with my tongue and push my fingers up her cunt. I was nearly crushed in the grip and she yelled out and squirmed around.
Suddenly it was over and my head was released. I came up for air and found her smiling, gasping how good that had been for her. I commented on the amount of noise she had made. Chris said they had been thrown out of one hotel they had visited with another couple because Jean’s screams could be heard all down the corridor. Fortunately these travel lodges are better sound-proofed and we had no complaints.
Now it was my turn. I lay back on the bed and Jean worked her way down my body. I had my head at the foot of the bed and she climbed onto the bed from that direction, kissing me upside-down, then dragging her breasts over my face as she kissed my chest, then on to my stomach and finally to my cock. Her cunt was over my face by this time and she lowered it onto my waiting tongue – it was my turn but she wanted more. So we began a 69. I was bursting to cum and Chris said it was OK, she expected the first one to be quick. This sounded like a promise for more, so I relaxed and let it cum. She was moaning lightly from my tongue on her clit, but she concentrated on sucking me hard and well, and she got a mouth full of my cum quite soon. She turned and kissed me with her cummy lips and tongue and then quickly, before I could move she had slid up me and was lowering her cunt on my mouth again. This time her orgasm was not so intense but it was still clearly there.
After this she flopped on the bed. I tried to persuade her to remove the last pieces of her clothing, saying I loved big women and wanted to see all of her and cuddle all of it skin-to-skin. Finally, as I was sucking her tits hard and my fingers were tweaking her clit and sliding in and out of her sopping wet cunt, she agreed and slid off the camisole top. It was as I suspected, she didn’t want to show her stretch marks and an operation scar, but I wanted to wallow in that big fat belly and her lovely tits. She was beginning to breath heavily again and I slipped back between her legs to minister to her in the best way. As I pressed my tongue along her slit and I now had three fingers into her cunt, she once again began to cum. I was amazed as I had never known a woman who came so quickly and frequently. Once again this was a big orgasm, with her shouting and rolling about, I found it difficult to keep contact except when she clenched her thighs round my ears. Finally she calmed down and we cuddled gently for a few moments.
I had assumed we had come to the end and made a cup of coffee for the three of us. Chris had taken little part, speaking occasionally and taking photos now and then. Jean and I sat naked as we drank coffee and chatted more about their experiences. They told me how they had been dogging a few nights before near Birmingham. They had performed in their car while men stood round watching and wanking. The next morning they had gone out to get in the car and found both side and the bonnet covered in cum!
As we chatted Jean began to touch my cock again and finding a response, pushed me back on the bed. This time she got between my legs and began to suck my cock to a full erection again. Then she began to lick down the shaft and round my balls. Chris had his cock out and was wanking this time. Suddenly Jean sat back, lifted my legs up over her shoulders and plunged her head down. Spreading my buttocks she pushed her tongue right along the crease until she found my arsehole – the first time I had been rimmed. By the time she had worked her way back to my cock, I was ready to cum again, but then she lay down on her back and asked me to do a 69 with her, so I lay on top of her with my head between her legs and my cock fucking her mouth as she held it to stop it going down too far. We didn’t quite cum together as I couldn’t last as long as she did, but she came soon after me, again shouting and bucking under me. When I looked up Chris had cum as well.
So a wonderful evening ended. I never met them again, though they did send me copies of the photos and an account of another adventure they had had at a local park a few nights after meeting me.
In the pre-internet days, I made most of my contacts through a magazine called Rendezvous. This required a certain amount of care as letters had to be exchanged without my wife knowing. I usually tried to arrange to meet people when I was travelling away from home in the mid-1980s. I got in contact with a couple who were interested in meeting in a hotel room for oral sex between the woman and me while her husband watched. She was 47 and he was 35, I was about 40 at the time.
I booked into a lodge-type hotel – nice and anonymous, but with good facilities – and waited for them to arrive. I got a call from reception saying they were there and I fetched them into my room. Jean (not her name) was no glamour puss. She was well overweight but obviously had good-sized breasts (one of my interests). Chris was short and also overweight, quiet and pleasant. They were both smiling and easy going which made it easy to break the ice.
We sat and talked for while about their experiences and mine and what we both liked and disliked. Chris asked if he could take photos and I agreed as long as my face was reasonably obscured. They confirmed that I was not to fuck Jean, but anything else was OK. So Jean and I started kissing and touching each other, gently at first, finding our way. I felt her breasts from outside her clothes, but found her bra a bit too heavy to get into. So I then moved to feel up her thighs – and was pleased to find she was wearing stockings, not tights. My fingers slid along her skin above her stocking tops until I found myself inside the legs of her cami-knicks. She decided it was time to strip off a bit and stood up. While she peeled her dress off I stripped totally as I love to be nude with other people. Jean was now wearing a camisole top over a bra, pants and suspender belt with stockings. She slipped her top down and undid her bra, releasing two wonderfully big tits with large brown nipples. The areola covered the ends of her breasts, which I love. I moved forward to feel them and then to take them in turns in my mouth, bringing the nipples up hard.
I tried to remove her camisole, but she refused – I think she wanted to keep her rather large belly covered. She slipped off her knickers and I knelt before her to push my tongue between her legs and into her slit. She spread her legs more and pulled my head in so I could reach her clit with my tongue while my fingers went up her cunt. She was soon groaning and I thought she was warming up very quickly. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs fully so I could get in closer. As I explored her whole slit, from anus to clit, with my tongue she began to writhe and groan louder. It was clear from her wetness that covered my face that she was already highly charged and ready to go. So she went into her first orgasm, gripping my head with her thighs as I tried to concentrate on her clit with my tongue and push my fingers up her cunt. I was nearly crushed in the grip and she yelled out and squirmed around.
Suddenly it was over and my head was released. I came up for air and found her smiling, gasping how good that had been for her. I commented on the amount of noise she had made. Chris said they had been thrown out of one hotel they had visited with another couple because Jean’s screams could be heard all down the corridor. Fortunately these travel lodges are better sound-proofed and we had no complaints.
Now it was my turn. I lay back on the bed and Jean worked her way down my body. I had my head at the foot of the bed and she climbed onto the bed from that direction, kissing me upside-down, then dragging her breasts over my face as she kissed my chest, then on to my stomach and finally to my cock. Her cunt was over my face by this time and she lowered it onto my waiting tongue – it was my turn but she wanted more. So we began a 69. I was bursting to cum and Chris said it was OK, she expected the first one to be quick. This sounded like a promise for more, so I relaxed and let it cum. She was moaning lightly from my tongue on her clit, but she concentrated on sucking me hard and well, and she got a mouth full of my cum quite soon. She turned and kissed me with her cummy lips and tongue and then quickly, before I could move she had slid up me and was lowering her cunt on my mouth again. This time her orgasm was not so intense but it was still clearly there.
After this she flopped on the bed. I tried to persuade her to remove the last pieces of her clothing, saying I loved big women and wanted to see all of her and cuddle all of it skin-to-skin. Finally, as I was sucking her tits hard and my fingers were tweaking her clit and sliding in and out of her sopping wet cunt, she agreed and slid off the camisole top. It was as I suspected, she didn’t want to show her stretch marks and an operation scar, but I wanted to wallow in that big fat belly and her lovely tits. She was beginning to breath heavily again and I slipped back between her legs to minister to her in the best way. As I pressed my tongue along her slit and I now had three fingers into her cunt, she once again began to cum. I was amazed as I had never known a woman who came so quickly and frequently. Once again this was a big orgasm, with her shouting and rolling about, I found it difficult to keep contact except when she clenched her thighs round my ears. Finally she calmed down and we cuddled gently for a few moments.
I had assumed we had come to the end and made a cup of coffee for the three of us. Chris had taken little part, speaking occasionally and taking photos now and then. Jean and I sat naked as we drank coffee and chatted more about their experiences. They told me how they had been dogging a few nights before near Birmingham. They had performed in their car while men stood round watching and wanking. The next morning they had gone out to get in the car and found both side and the bonnet covered in cum!
As we chatted Jean began to touch my cock again and finding a response, pushed me back on the bed. This time she got between my legs and began to suck my cock to a full erection again. Then she began to lick down the shaft and round my balls. Chris had his cock out and was wanking this time. Suddenly Jean sat back, lifted my legs up over her shoulders and plunged her head down. Spreading my buttocks she pushed her tongue right along the crease until she found my arsehole – the first time I had been rimmed. By the time she had worked her way back to my cock, I was ready to cum again, but then she lay down on her back and asked me to do a 69 with her, so I lay on top of her with my head between her legs and my cock fucking her mouth as she held it to stop it going down too far. We didn’t quite cum together as I couldn’t last as long as she did, but she came soon after me, again shouting and bucking under me. When I looked up Chris had cum as well.
So a wonderful evening ended. I never met them again, though they did send me copies of the photos and an account of another adventure they had had at a local park a few nights after meeting me.
