You spot them across the bustling Cafe Habana—Ben, a solid, girthy man in his early fifties with a confident swagger, and Carole, his stunning wife, her red dress clinging to every curve like a second skin, the deep V-neck plunging to reveal generous cleavage that draw my eyes immediately. She catches ogling them, a slow, knowing curve of her lips that sends a jolt straight to my cock. Ben nods toward you, and Carole saunters over, her hips swaying , the fabric of her dress whispering against her thighs.
"David?" her voice low and inviting, extending a hand. I shake it, feeling the warmth of her skin, and Ben joins, clapping a heavy hand , big fat sausage fingers on my shoulder. "Follow us," Ben says, in deep gruff tone but laced with lust. They lead me to the rear corner. I slide into the booth, Carole pressing close, her thigh brushing against me under the table, while Ben settles opposite, his bulk filling the space.
The waiter drops off drinks—something strong and dark for Ben, a white wine for Carole, and a vodka n coke for me. Carole leans in first, her cleavage rising , nipples outlined against the thin red fabric. "So, David," she starts, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass, "tell us about your first time with a man. Did you suck him off , or did he bend you over first?"
My pulse hammers in my ears, cock twitching in my trousers as her directness hits me. What the hell have I gotten into? This isn't small talk; it's a dive straight into the deep end. I recount that wild night after your marriage ended—how you'd met a guy at a bar, ended up in his car, as I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around his thick shaft, tasting salt and precum while he gripped your head and fucked my mouth until he exploded in me.
Ben chuckles, deep and rumbling, shifting in his seat as if adjusting a bulge. "Sounds like you know how to take it. Ever been tag-teamed by a couple like us? Wife riding your cock while the husband pounds your ass?" His eyes lock on yours, challenging, hungry. Carole's hand slips under the table, resting lightly on your knee, her touch electric, inching upward teasingly.
Heart racing faster, admitting to a threesome where you'd fucked a woman senseless, her pussy clenching around me as her husband rimmed my ass hole from behind, the rhythm of them pushing me over the edge into a shuddering orgasm. The questions kept coming, Carole asking how me if I like to eat pussy, if you prefer it shaved or trimmed, Ben probing about gangbangs, whether you've ever swallowed multiple loads.
My mind spins, arousal rising , my hardon straining . This couple isn't playing; they're vetting me for something raw and unrestrained. Carole's fingers grazed the top of my inner thigh , close enough to feel throbbing cock. Ben reaches into his pocket, slides a small, blue tablet across the table toward you—an E, unmistakable in the dim light. "To loosen things up," he says with a grin. "Take it, David. Let's see how wild you really get.
