Have you ever looked at an alternative newspaper or website and joked about some of the ads? Well, my husband, Dean, just loves to surf them looking for ones he can get a laugh from.
A while back, one that caught his eye was from a young man, twenty-one years old, who wanted to lose his virginity to a woman who would teach him the art and skill of love.
"Oh, hon, here's one for you, oh, for sure," and he translated the ad for me into regular people-talk. "You are the perfect one. You're great in bed, know your stuff, and I know you'd be easy on a shy first-timer. I could even video it all for him as a keepsake."
"Sure, should I have business cards printed up? Something like, 'Sara Boyd, Male Cherries Popped, Satisfaction Guaranteed. Ask Us About Our Videotaping Special Package of your package?'"
"Yeah, yeah, that's the idea. You'd be perfect. I mean, look at you, what guy wouldn't want you to be the first pussy he stuck it into."
"Oh, Dean, you are so romantic, not. The guy should at least have a fuck of a lifetime. Might be fun, actually."
"Here's his email address, wanna do it?"
Now, I'm not exactly a prim, librarian-type, I love sex and Dean and I do it in one form or another eight or ten times a week. Not bad for a thirty-four year old woman and a forty-two year old guy after, let's see, eleven years of marriage and two years before that.
"You want me to have sex with this guy?"
"But he needs you, hon. You're exactly the right woman for the job. We've talked about another guy for you, right?"
"Never a virgin, though, come on."
"Have you ever been a guy's first?"
"No, pretty sure I haven't."
"Here's your chance. You can always turn him down. Let's send him a pic and let him send us one. Why not?"
So, Dean wrote up an email about how gently I would treat him and what we could do together and attached a pic from last summer, me in a thong bikini that wouldn't leave too much to his imagination.
Now, Dean and I have done some swinging in our time together, even one long-term swap with a couple we knew that lasted almost six years until they moved to the other side of the country. So, it's not like he's never shared me with another guy or even watched as it happened.
We did hear back from the guy, Philip Dillon, with a pic and some questions, pretty simple questions, really. He was a nice-looking guy, I guess just painfully shy and he wanted to know where and when this could happen.
Dean wrote back that we could use our house and plan an entire weekend if he wanted. He added a pic of me naked this time and also offered to shoot a video for him to keep.
Philip wrote back that he was interested but unsure of the videoing of his deflowering. We exchanged a few more emails and he wrote back that he would like to talk to us by phone which we both did.
It was finally agreed that he would come to our house for an upcoming weekend and just see what might happen, he wanted to be free to leave if he felt it was too much for him and we agreed. He seemed like a very nice guy, just really shy, confessing to us that he'd never seen a woman fully naked and had only touched a girl's breasts once.
I asked him if he'd ever had a girl see or touch his penis and he said, no. This was a very inexperienced guy.
So, we set the date and I picked out what I wanted to wear, a white tubetop and denim shorts which are sexy but not whorey. That's all, nothing underneath.
Just so you know, I'm five-five, one hundred twelve pounds, fill a B-cup completely and firmly, have ash blond hair down to my nipples which are small and dark red. Oh, and very excitable, they just love to be hard and tingly. Dean says I'm beautiful but I think I'm pretty. But I do get more than my share of looks when we're out.
The Friday night finally came and precisely at seven-thirty, as agreed, our doorbell rang and Dean and I opened it to let Philip in.
He shook Dean's hand and gave me a peck on the cheek which I thought was cute, then we went into our family room and he sat in a chair. I was on the sofa, Dean was standing, and we just chatted about things for a few minutes, then Dean asked him if he minded if he watched.
"Well, you already know I'm shy but, after all, Sara is your wife, I suppose it's proper for you to be there."
