The Wednesday evening winter rush-hour drive was smooth with the exception of my butterflies and nervous knots in my stomach. I continued to ask myself if I was really ready to go through with the meeting and interview process. As I pulled into the subdivision and parked in the dedicated parking spot for the address, I reminded myself that this was an excellent way to break the ice.
Let me backtrack. Actually, my butterflies started the week prior in an e-mail exchange and several phone calls with the moderator of a local bisexual swinger's group on a well-known adult themed website in 2003. I had stumbled across the group's posting while looking for like-minded singles or couples. There it was, a well-written description of the bi swinger's group, complete with several photos depicting the group's erotic composition. I decided then to send them a note to introduce myself. Why not give it a try.
At that time, my bio noted that I was forty years old, five foot nine, one hundred and eighty pounds and in good shape, seven inches cut, safe, clean, shaved smooth, divorced, bi-curious, and looking to enjoy both him and her or a group to explore my bi fantasies. Yes, I was still a bi virgin.
A few days passed before I received a response from the group's main contact, Robert. Our e-mail exchanges were quite pleasant and started off explaining the rules of the group, the telephone interview, and the personal interview process. We also exchanged some photos, both of the group that was not on the site and of myself, for the approval process. I was quite pleased with the photos I saw and was extremely relieved that they responded expressing their interest in me. After several e-mail exchanges, Robert asked if I was ready for the telephonic interview and if so, we would need to set up a time to chat. Now I was crossing my first hurdle, giving out my phone number. That was part of the test. Was I actually interested? If not, I wouldn't let them call me. I was interested.
The phone interview with Robert had lasted about thirty minutes and was quite professional and not absurd. More than anything else, it allowed us to chat covering most of the same items already laid out in the e-mails as well as the fact that they limited the amount of single men in the group and wanted to ensure a proper fit. At the end of the call, we agreed to meet the following Wednesday evening for a tour of the property where the group met and to make sure we were all truly comfortable with each other. I would find out whether or not I would make the cut.
Fast forward to my arrival. I sat in my car for a few moments to make sure I had gathered my composure and to remind myself that it was just an interview of sorts. However, I had still showered and shaved. And to answer the question up front, yes, I am clean-shaven there too. I dressed in black slacks and a white Polo shirt, even wearing sheer bright blue mesh briefs that would accentuate my throbbing hard cock if I were asked to disrobe as part of the interview and approval process. My black cashmere overcoat provided the warmth needed that cold winter evening.
I finally opened the car door and began the short walk up the sidewalk to the all-brick end unit townhouse where the front porch lights blazed in the chilled air. I climbed the porch steps to the landing and took a deep breath before pressing the doorbell and waited for someone to respond. The door opened just a few moments later and I had my first opportunity to meet Robert face-to-face. He was dressed casually in dark slacks, loafers, and a button down blue business shirt opened at the collar and red power tie hanging loosely. He welcomed me in with a smile, shaking hands and introduced himself as I entered the foyer.
He was at least five years my junior, black hair, warm smile, strong handshake, and immediately put me at ease as he asked if he could take my coat and if I would like a drink. I removed my coat and handed it over as I looked around the beautiful townhome. I asked him what he was drinking and when he told me scotch, I smiled and said I would love to have the same.
Robert was the consummate host and gentlemen. We chit chatted about traffic and directions to the home and what a busy day he had at work as I followed him to the kitchen to pour my drink. I took notice of the photos and pictures on the walls of the living room and hallway. I commented on the marvelous way the house was decorated. He mentioned that he and his wife had purchased the property as a second home for when they were in town. They spent most of their time in Florida. He noted that his wife would be back in town for the group party the following weekend.
We chatted as we sipped our scotch and he asked if I would like a tour of the house. Nodding my approval, he beckoned me to follow him through the main level first, showing a den, the formal dining room, and back to the foyer and formal living room area before heading up stairs. Walking up the stairs to the second floor, he let me walk in front of him. At the top of the stairs, he commented on my nice ass in the slacks and smiled. This was a test to see if I was actually interested. We looked each other in the eyes and I could see the smile developing and his eyebrows moved and a quizzical way letting me know that the interview was going well. I smiled back.
He pointed toward the master bedroom at the end of the open hallway. I walked ahead to the doorway and paused. It was then that he moved behind me, slightly to my right side, and slid a hand softly on my ass and leaned in to smell my cologne. My butterflies were gone, whether it was the scotch or I was just that comfortable with him at that point, I wasn't sure. I melted when he whispered in my ear, "Love your cologne and your ass," as he firmly clasped my ass.
I sighed and let my right hand rub against his thigh as he leaned into me, slightly brushing his hardening cock held hostage in his slacks and underwear, against my palm. "Very nice master bedroom. Love the four poster king sized bed," I said as I turned to him.
He responded with a smile and pressed himself against my hand and noted, "There are three bedrooms up here and the full finished basement with another bedroom, entertainment center, bar, fireplace, and access to the hot tub in the privacy fenced back yard downstairs."
My cock was now throbbing and needed to be rearranged in my own pants and briefs. Yes, there was definitely sexual tension in the air. I moved forward and surveyed the bedroom as he leaned in the doorway now taking another sip of his scotch. I tried to casually adjust my equipment easing the discomfort I was having and he nodded with approval and noted, "I know. I'm having the same problem."
I peeked into the master bath and saw the huge tile and glass shower, complete with bench and room for six and a huge Jacuzzi tub. There was a huge walk in closet only half filled with business attire, both for him and her. Walking back to the doorway, I smiled and continued to peek into the other rooms before heading down stairs. Robert asked me to follow him down stairs to see the finished basement.
Now it was my turn to watch him walk down the two sets of stairs. I also enjoyed the view. At the bottom of the steps, I saw that the gas fireplace was lit, displaying a warm glow to the room, and the television was still on. He must have come down stairs when he came home. He walked to the glass patio doors, pulled open the drapes and turned on the outside lights to show off the large covered outdoor hot tub.
