Mr and Mrs Jones

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It was the first time I’d done this so I was beyond nervous, but also really excited. I had fantasised about it for years and decided that now was the time. I put a personal ad online, I was very descriptive about who and what I wanted, just writing the ad was thrilling, as I imagined someone horny as hell reading it and knowing that I was the one they needed.So, there I was at a swanky hotel bar ready to fulfil my fantasy. I’d spent ages deciding what to wear, I needed to come across as reasonably professional but extremely accessible and, of course, desirable.First, I had carefully chosen my underwear, starting with a powder blue and white sheer bra that had a diamante clasp at the front. It was so difficult to find sexy underwear in my size (36F) that I snapped it up whenever I could. I followed up with matching briefs, at forty-six I’m over thongs and the like and besides, I love the feeling of being touched outside my silky, sheer briefs.Luckily it was a warm summer’s evening so I chose a shortish, thin cotton dress of blue and turquoise with cute cream buttons down the front. Finally, the shoes, very high heels were out as a) I didn’t want to look slutty and b) I can’t walk in them without looking either drunk or in pain, so I chose cream espadrille style wedge sandals and I was ready to go.We’d swapped pictures so I knew who I was meeting, I scanned the bar. There was a very well-dressed, handsome man in his early fifties sat alone, he held his whisky and ice in his large tanned hand and was clearly waiting for someone – but not me.In a booth was a pair of beautiful blondes with enormous breasts almost spilling out of their too-tight dresses, they were drinking cocktails and clearly waiting for more friends to join them, but again, not me.In a poorly lit corner, I could just make out a couple in their early sixties. He was athletic looking and dressed in a grey suit with an open-necked white shirt underneath, he looked comfortable in these surroundings and he looked at his wife with affection as she chattered away. She was petite and had looked after herself well. I imagined that jogging and yoga formed a big part of her day and like her husband, she was tanned and lithe. Her hair, although grey, was long and thick and it spilled down her shoulders in waves.Full of trepidation I walked towards their table and said,“Hi, I’m Sammy. I believe şişli escort you’re expecting me.”Her name, I knew, was Sarah. She reached out an elegant hand covered in expensive-looking jewellery and beckoned me to sit.Smiling broadly, she offered me a glass of the champagne that sat in ice on their table and introduced herself and her husband. She had been a school headteacher until a couple of months ago and was relishing her new-found freedom now she was retired, her husband John was a ‘businessman’ – I didn’t push it any further – and had no intention of giving up his job anytime soon.As Sarah spoke, I saw John’s eyes scanning up and down my body. I had left the top couple of buttons of my dress unfastened and the lace on the top of my bra was just peeking out, I saw his eyes linger there and in a minute action, he licked his lower lip.We passed half an hour or so pleasantly enough. I drank a little more champagne – though not too much as I wanted my mind to be completely clear for what was coming later. Sarah drank a lot more champagne, I realised that her chattiness was down to her nerves and began to feel quite sorry for her. John hardly drank at all, in fact, I think he had the same half-full glass when we left as he did when I arrived.I was glad that I got along with Sarah; it would have made it very awkward if not, she was funny, vivacious and attractive and I was looking forward to seeing more of her. John was also extremely attractive, but in a more brooding way, he spoke little but when he did he had a slightly accented and deep voice that made my knees tremble a little. His thick, grey hair didn’t detract from his strong, handsome features the most striking of which were the piercing blue eyes which had so recently been quietly undressing me.By silent, but mutual consensus it was time to go upstairs. To avoid an awkward lift journey I went to use the bathroom and said I would meet them shortly in their room. This also gave me time to take a breath and think about what I was doing; is this really what I wanted? I rearranged my clothing a little – more cleavage, less buttons  – and as I swept my hand against my panties a realised there was a tell-tale damp patch. Clearly, this really was what I wanted.In the lift was the whisky-drinking man from the bar, whoever he was waiting for didn’t seem to have shown escort şişli up and he eyed my scarcely buttoned dress hopefully. He was damned attractive and I was sorely tempted, but no, I had other plans tonight so I avoided eye contact until I walked out of the lift on the fifth floor.I knew that the door would be left open for me so I found the correct room and slipped inside, locking the door behind me. Sarah and John were sat on the bed so I shimmied over and sat on a chair in front of them.“How is this going to work?” Sarah asked and for the first time, the nervousness came through in her voice.“Wel,l the idea is that at the end of tonight you’ll have rediscovered the joy of making love to each other,” I replied, “so there will be lots of investigation, learning, touching and talking. You must always be honest with each other and with me. If you want something, say so. If you hate something, say so. If there’s something you’ve always been too scared to ask, ask it. I think it would be best if John swaps seats with me for now and then we can start.”The way that I was sat had made my dress slide further up my thighs, and with the bottom few buttons now undone as I spoke they both had a clear view of my sheer panties and the wet patch which was growing with every moment. John was looking at it fixedly and again licking his lips, whilst Sarah didn’t seem to have noticed at all and was staring at me with her heavy-lidded green eyes.As instructed, John stood and we swapped seats so that I could sit next to his beautiful wife. She smelt wonderful and wore a white frilled blouse on top of a long, hippie-like blue skirt. She had already slipped off her shoes, so I reached down and did the same, as I did so, my breasts popped out of the top of my dress revealing my see-through bra and taut nipples, but as I sat back up they slid back in – John’s eyes were nearly on stalks and I could see the bulge in his expensive suit pants.I should make clear at this point what my being there was all about. My advert read like this:Has your sex-life become stale?Do you need to reignite the passion in your marriage?I can help!I am a 46-year-old busty brunette with a passion for helping others achieve the sex life they deserve. If this sounds like you, then get in touch. Couples only.Mr and Mrs Jones here had read it and decided it was just mecidiyeköy what they needed. More precisely, Mrs Jones had decided it was what she needed after fifteen years of being ignored by her (to her mind) selfish, workaholic husband. He hadn’t taken much persuading, it turned out. As soon as he read the ad he was very keen, though possibly not for the same reasons as his lady wife.We conversed a little via email. Sarah explained her worries that she had never been with a woman and wouldn’t know what to do. I told her to just relax and enjoy the experience – I could hardly say that I’d never done it before either!Back in the hotel room, Sarah looked into my eyes as I kissed her gently on the lips, they were soft and yielding, quite unlike kissing a man. I placed my hand gently on her left breast and felt a familiar tingle in my groin as I slipped the tip of my tongue into her mouth and we both closed our eyes lost in this moment. I found the bottom of her blouse and slid my hand upwards inside, cupping her warm, soft breast and as I kissed her I rubbed my thumb over her tenderly erect nipple and heard her gasp.She became delightfully pink, and glistened in the lamplight, I placed my hand behind her neck and kissed her deeply, squeezing her breast as I did so. I slid my hand out of her blouse and touched her hand, motioning her to stand, as she did so I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her skirt, pushing it to the floor and then gently lifted her blouse over her head leaving her stood in her pretty white underwear.I placed both my hands on her 34C breasts and kissed her again, more gently this time and she sighed into my mouth. I sat her back onto the bed and smiled down at her, her eyes were shining with anticipation and she returned my smile with one of her own. With my back to John, I invited Sarah to unbutton the few remaining fasteners on my dress. She did so eagerly and soon I was stood with my dress hanging by the shoulders and my underwear completely exposed.Sarah smiled again at what she saw and looked at me (for permission?) as she reached to touch my left breast, I nod slightly and her fingers brushed my nipple sending electric shocks of pleasure through my body.I could feel that John was being left frustrated at not being able to take part in the show, so I slid my dress off my shoulders and turned so that he could see what Sarah could see (wet panties and all). He sat comfortably back in the deep chair, with his jacket removed and his fly unzipped, lazily stroking his semi-erect cock which jumped in his hand as he sees the neatly trimmed dark patch through the lace on my panties.

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