Dean was 51, he'd been single for some time and decided to try his hand on an internet dating site. He'd been on there for a few months, looking for the love of his life.
At first he thought it would be easy, he soon found out how wrong that assumption was. He also found to his delight that even though many women's bio's on the site stated they were not on there looking for casual sex, in fact about half of the women he met wanted fucking on average around the second and a half date. All he had to do, Dean realized was to make sure he did not look like he was looking for a quick shag. Although he really wasn't trying to get easy lays if it happened he wasn't going to turn it down!
Dean soon learned, the less inclined he was at pursuing an intimate liaison, the more inclined the lady he was with would instigate the first move. Sometimes they'd do that in a subtle slow way, sometimes they'd just grab him and get the show started on the nearest bit of furniture available. He also found that women's desires and fantasies were a myriad of complexities that weren't about to be unraveled or understood by a mere man. Instead, they were to be savored enjoyed and fucked with grateful satisfaction.
One Saturday lunchtime he found himself sat opposite a sexy lady called Sarah. She was a year older than him, with auburn shoulder length hair, 5'7", quite slim with a full and sexy looking pair of breasts. She had her own recruitment consultancy, was a single mum to a twenty something son, successful and was looking for Mr. right. They'd enjoyed a pleasant date so far, meeting for a walk along the river and through the beautiful park laid out by Victorian benefactors. They strolled up over the grassy banks, through the winding streets to a coffee shop Dean often frequented as he only lived a few minutes away in a city center apartment.
They found each other easy company, Sarah thought he was attractive, he was about 6'2", she liked tall men and he looked like he kept himself in good shape. She'd not had much luck finding someone to make long term plans with but her sex life as a result of being on the dating site had improved beyond her wildest dreams.
She'd never been fucked by five different guys in one year before, this year she had and it was only the end of April! One of her conquests was only 22, a few months younger than her son. He contacted her having seen her profile and sent Sarah a funny cheeky message that let her know in no uncertain terms that if she was ever looking to spend a few hours with a young stud who's party trick was a fast re-loading ready to go cock, he was that man.
At the time she just thought, why the fuck not. She made him pay for a hotel room and spent 18 hours of a Friday and Saturday having the life fucked out of her. He reminded her of her son a little and as she lost herself in one of many stupendous orgasms he gave her, the lines between fact and fantasy blurred a little as the image of her son, Andrew, came into her head and for a brief moment it was the thought of him fucking her that tipped her over the edge. Later, she dismissed the image as part of the wild ecstatic emotions stirred up from the incredible shagging she had received from her young stud, it was probably wrapped up in that somewhere, a bit Freudian and all that, nothing to be worried about or ashamed of. She was a sexually liberated 50 something lady relishing the kind of servicing any right minded woman would desire.
Sarah also recalled it was just as well she enjoyed anal as she'd required every hole and hand she could muster to accommodate the young stud's ardor. To date they'd met four times, she had no intention of giving him up, the fact that the image of her son giving it to her crept more into her mind during their encounters didn't concern her greatly, Freud could go fuck himself, she told herself. The young stud was doing all the fucking here ably met and matched by her own passions. These thoughts tumbled through her mind as she found her self being drawn to Dean's gentle charms. He was really good looking she thought as a familiar dampness began to seep from her pussy. "Gawd," she thought, "I could do him on top of that table right now!"
Dean sensed a change in the atmosphere, the space between them receded almost imperceptibly as they gently leaned in towards the other. They were holding eye contact, smiling a lot and laughing easily at the other's little jokes.
They made small talk about their lives. It was the usual dance couples make when they first meet, polite chat slowly revealing a bit about them selves, discovering a bit about the other.
Sarah began to tell Dean about her house, her sanctuary she called it. She loved it especially her long garden that brought her much joy and tranquility. She had a gardener who tended to most of the work so she could reap the benefits of its beauty without having to expend too much effort achieving it. It was a story about her gardener that reminded Dean about the gardener his neighbor across from him employed when he lived with his wife. It was the way he used a leaf blower and he recounted the tale to Sarah. Absentmindedly he finished the tale saying, "They sold the house to a Dutch guy who turned the place into a swingers club! It was a big detached house with a swimming pool, god knows what he was thinking of doing, in a residential area of all places. The locals drove him out after a year."
The story amused Sarah and peaked a bit of horny interest inside her pussy at the thought of meeting up with complete strangers to fuck. Christ she thought, I'm further down this rabbit hole of debauched sex than I thought, finding herself becoming more aroused.
She asked Dean "What did you think of a swingers club setting up across the road from you?"
Dean contemplated the question briefly, unsure how honest he should be. The truth was it was the wrong place to start such a club but he'd seen some of the sexy, smart looking hot couples going in there and he fantasized plenty of times imagining taking his then wife over there, watching her get her brains fucked out as he enjoyed the talents and delights of a completely strange woman. To add petrol to this fire, they'd had a brief spell when his wife Chloe, fucked a guy she worked with. He'd encouraged her to do it, it took a few months for Dean to persuade her to go through with it. Eventually she gave in and met the guy a few times in hotels, fucking his brains out, returning to Dean with a spunky pussy that he found to his amazement and horny delight he loved cleaning up with his tongue before he sank his cock into her exquisitely juicy and slippery cunt. The mixed feelings of jealousy and horny state of unbridled passionate arousal were an addictive high he loved. Unfortunately his wife brought this to an end and made it clear in no uncertain terms that she would not be doing it again.
The memory of her cum filled cunt lingered on long in Dean's mind. The thoughts he'd harbored about the swingers club as he told Sarah about it resurfaced causing his cock to stiffen. He decided to gamble slightly with his answer to Sarah's question, 'what did he think about the swingers club setting up across the road from him?'
"Truth is, they'd set it up in the wrong place, in a family neighborhood, it was a daft decision but to be totally honest, at times...at times I couldn't decide if I was more annoyed about them being there or frustrated that I couldn't go in!"
Sarah smiled at his candid if slightly couched reply.
"Really?" She inquired, "Was that just you wanting to go in there or were you planning on taking your wife with you too?"
Dean took a deep breath, in for a penny he thought, if this goes the wrong way they'd never have to meet again and it would soon be forgotten. He looked deeply into Sarah's eyes and said,
"Ohh I definitely wanted to take my wife over there, I guess it takes all sorts."
"Wow," Sarah responded. "That's very honest of you, what would your wife have said, did you ask her?"
"No I didn't, there was a time she might have done it but that had passed."
"I'm intrigued," said Sarah. "There was a time, what does that mean?"
Dean sat back throwing her a sexy smile, "Lets just say we experimented a little early on in our marriage, I'd would liked to have continued that and explored it a little."
It was Sara's turn to sit back and smile inwardly. A thought flashed through her mind, was this a chance to have an open relationship with someone? It hadn't been on her mind before but the turn their conversation had taken added to the spice she'd been enjoying in her life, conspired to open up the possibility of exploring this.
Sarah eyed Dean thoughtfully before saying, "Suppose two people met like this, like us now, from a dating site, looking for a partner, possibly a life partner but both of them were from the... shall we say hornier side of life, prepared to do things a little differently. Do you suppose two people could come together from the beginning and have an open relationship, see where that took them?"
Dean was totally surprised by her question. He knew he'd pushed the conversation in a certain direction but he'd not anticipated this question. It didn't take much thinking before he answered.
