I met Gord in a local chat room frequented by swingers and people that leaned towards the alternative lifestyles.
Neither my husband Rick or I had partaken of any extramarital sex but it sounded so spicy that I was constantly returning and getting into conversations with the fifty-nine year old gentleman who lived a couple of miles from us.
Gord told me that his wife was suffering from a major disability and their sex life was nonexistent. He said he still loved is wife and didn't want to leave her.
During the course of our talks Gord said he would like me to send him a pair of my panties so he could use them when he jerked-off. Had sent him my picture, clothed of course so he knew what I looked like. I saw no harm in sharing a pair of my panties with him, as God knows I had lots!
I selected a frilly pair of pink bikinis with lace around the leg openings and waistband, Before putting them in a manila envelope I masturbated in them and had Rick take my picture wearing only the panties with my legs spread open. I put the picture in the envelope with the panties and mailed them to Gord.
A couple of days later Gord emailed me, he was ecstatic! He had received my panties and wanted me to watch him lack-off with them on his webcam. I brought Gord's webcam up on my Yahoo and there he was with my ink panties wrapped around his cock. I watched while three strings of white cum fired onto the crotch of my knickers. It was too much, I had to go and relieve myself.
That night I told Rick about Gord's little show and how hot it had got me. Rick asked if I would like to meet Gord in real life? Being a chicken I declined.
The next day I mentioned to Gord Rick's suggestion that we meet. Of course Gord was all for it. He said we could just meet and we didn't have to do anything if I didn't want to.
Now both Gord and my husband were pushing for us to meet.
"What's the need for it?" I asked Rick.
"You can brighten the guy's life up and it won't cost you anything. You saw how much just a pair of your panties meant to him." Rick coaxed.
"Well, maybe just to meet." I gave in.
Gord was thrilled. I gave him our address and told him he could come over the next night. I emphasized it was just to meet and talk.
I was nervous as hell when Gord's Buick pulled into out driveway. I watched out the window as Gord got out and walked to the front door.
He was just like his picture, salt and pepper hair, tall and distinguished looking. He had an air of kindness and gentleness about him.
Rick had convinced me to wear a peignoir set. A floor-length negligee with a cover-up wrap. The gown by itself was transparent but the wrap blurred that I was naked beneath.
Rick greeted our guest at the door and invited him in.
Gord was very polite when Rick introduced us. He looked into my eyes and not at my obvious cleavage as he said hello. We adjourned to the parlor to enjoy a drink.
I had my customary Daiquiri while Rick and Gord had rum and Coke. We exchanged small talk about family, jobs and the weather.
