About three months after I fulfilled one of my wildest fantasies by fucking Rene, the older woman who had been my boss for almost three years, I had the courage to share with her an even wilder fantasy of mine, albeit indirectly. I had posted a story that depicted my dream of having sex with my older supervisor in her office more than a year before we actually had sex for the first time, and, as a result, I went back and forth in my mind as to whether or not I should share that story with Rene.
The main reason for my hesitancy was that the story ended with a double-penetration threesome session, and, obviously, I wasn't sure how Rene would respond to that part. Anyone who reads my work knows I'm a fanatic of double penetration, but Rene didn't know that fact about me yet. However, after a few months of enjoyable sex with my former boss, I decided that, even though the intercourse was really hot, if I was going to continue this casual relationship, I might as well go for the fences. If I lost Rene over it, well, I had never intended for this fling to go on forever anyway.
I emailed the link to the story to Rene, and she read it that very night - and followed up by reading all my other work. It was no secret to her any longer what my biggest turn on was. Naturally, Rene commented on the dominant theme of double penetration in my writing, which led to a conversation of some of my experiences and fantasies. The fantasies part inevitably led to my confirming that one such desire was having double penetration sex with Rene.
Rene went on to tell me that she was no virgin to group sex. In fact, in college, she was often fucked by three or four guys in one session, often split-roasted by two men at once. However, double penetration was something that she had never tried and was never really brought up when she was a young adult. Of course, I asked her if she would ever be willing to try it, and my heart practically stopped when she said she would consider it. It wasn't a yes, but it was good enough for me for now!
Over the next five weeks or so, not only did the idea of a threesome not come up again, but my conversations with Rene became less and less frequent and, as a result, our sexual episodes suffered the same fate. I feared that my sharing my fantasy with her was so off-putting that I had irreparably damaged the relationship. Like I said, I had been prepared for that scenario, so I didn't take it too hard. I didn't miss her quite as much as I was disappointed at losing an opportunity to live out another fantasy that just a few months ago seemed utterly outrageous.
Then, around 9 pm one Tuesday night in late August, I received my first text from Rene in at least three weeks: "I hope you're free because it has to be tonight." I may never delete that text. Vague though it was, my gut knew to what she was referring.
"I'm free," I texted back, even though I was planning to go to bed in less than an hour because I had work the next morning. I sent those two words to her as quickly as I could to do my best to prevent this wonderful turn of events from occurring. Then I texted her again, "Free for what?"
"Double," was all she wrote back. It was all she needed to write back. After confirming Rene's house as the location, I was dressed and in my car within five minutes.
It was almost 9:30 pm by the time I got out of the house. I knew I was going to be exhausted in the morning, but there wasn't a scenario I foresaw that wouldn't be worth being less than sharp at work the next day. Fortunately, being later at night, traffic wasn't bad at all, so I was at Rene's house in less than 15 minutes. As soon as I pulled into her driveway, I texted her to let her know I was there. When I got to the door, I was greeted by a middle-aged man.
I'm not sure what I expected, but I was a little taken back when I saw the guy who was obviously the participant tonight. It hadn't crossed my mind that he would be more Rene's age, as he was clearly in his 50s. That's not to say he looked like a wreck or anything. Actually, he was clean, well groomed and I could tell he worked out. I'd just never had group sex with an older participant before.
The man introduced himself as Rene's friend Rob, and I greeted him in a similar fashion. I had to give him credit for being a lot less awkward than I was. I had a lot zipping through my mind, not to mention that my body was calling for sleep.
Since it was already almost 10 pm on a work night, we didn't have much time to waste. Rob welcomed me into the house, and just then, Rene came around the corner down the hall to greet me, a big smile on her face and a long pink robe covering the rest of her. I hadn't seen her in almost three weeks, so feelings of fondness and excitement swirled within me as I greeted my mature lover with a peck on the cheek. A few months ago, even after having sex with Rene, I was uncomfortable with other signs of affection, since it wasn't really affection I was going for but rather pure, depraved lust. However, over the course of time, her and my sessions grew more and more intimate, making me more comfortable to be a little more vulnerable with her while still basking in the depravity that was our fornication.
There, Rene explained to me that Rob was a friend she had met about a month back and had started going out with recently. Her time with him had caused her to not give as much attention to me as a result, figuring I'd understand since our relationship was strictly a carnal one. She needed something more than what I was willing to offer, which I understood.