This late afternoon, I was browsing one of my favorite sites. I indicated I was "available," and messages started pouring in almost immediately. Among them was one from a man I already knew, Marc, in his fifties, very handsome, who presented himself on the site as 100% straight, yet had been easily tempted by his first blowjob from a man— a man who was somewhat cross-dressing, admittedly, but a man nonetheless. In fact, for a supposedly staunch straight man, he would have been quite willing to sodomize me if I hadn't consistently refused to do it without a condom. In several of his messages, he suggested I come over to his place to give him a blowjob, and my reply was always a refusal because it's not at all my habit to do it at home; it's a bit risky for me. Despite my refusals, the messages kept coming, insistent and each more persuasive than the last, including several photos of his erect penis, which further weakened my resolve not to go. A few more messages and I gave in. "I'm coming, just need to get dressed." " Your stockings and your coat, nothing else ." " Okay. " "I'll open the gate for you, you park in front of the house and come to the door with your coat open ." "Sounds good." So I drove the few kilometers separating us wearing only stockings, a light sweater, and my coat. I spotted the house he'd indicated; the gate was open and there was a light on. I parked as requested, got out of the car, and headed towards the front door, coat open, his three-piece suit clearly visible, framed by the lace of his stockings. I love this slightly exhibitionist aspect. Two discreet knocks on the door, and a silhouette appeared behind the frosted glass. The door opened. Disaster! A woman has just opened the door. I hastily pull down my coat, recoil in a panic, stammering, " Excuse me, ma'am, I've got the wrong house." "No! No! You haven't, Marc is here." Completely panicked, I rush in with a strong urge to run for my life. The woman closes the door behind me, and my panic intensifies. Luckily, Marc arrives, all smiles, which calms me down a little. "Come in, " he says. " Sit down," the woman offers me a chair, "and give me your coat. " "My wife will explain," I reply.“My name is Sylvie. My husband told me you gave him several blowjobs, taking all his semen in your mouth without letting a drop escape (which I don't do), and to be honest, I find it a little hard to believe. First, to be sucked off by a man and then to see him ejaculate in your mouth, so I'd be very curious to see …” The conversation is a bit longer. The situation is a little more relaxed, a bit unusual. I observe the woman. Around fifty, rather pretty, curvy but not too much, a skirt above the knee, a light, form-fitting sweater, legs covered in tights or black stockings (like mine). Marc is wearing jogging pants and a t-shirt, and judging by the shape under his pants, I get the impression that the situation is quite arousing for him. Sylvie takes a chair and sits down perpendicular to me. "Go ahead," I watch Marc take off his pants (I'd guessed it, he's got a massive erection), he was already ready, no underwear. He positions himself in front of me, no more hesitation, I take his penis in my mouth. Knowing I'm being watched, I concentrate even more than usual, I lick the glans, the shaft, my tongue tracing the frenulum, caressing his balls. Sylvie stares intently at the scene, mouth agape, though she does have a slight tendency to stick her tongue out. Marc moans with pleasure. It doesn't take long, the spurt arrives, powerful, generous, followed by several more. I keep sucking, it's overflowing a little. Sylvie brings a finger to my mouth, runs it over the escaping semen, and brings it to her lips. As she does this, her legs have parted slightly, and I think I can see the lace of her stockings? I'm still sucking, Marc shouts "that's good!" and pulls away abruptly. Sylvie hands me a handkerchief and gets up to show me the bathroom. The movement of her legs gives me another glimpse of the lace; she's definitely wearing stockings. That kind of detail really turns me on. I come back from the bathroom and find them embracing. He's lifted her skirt. This time I have confirmation: she's wearing stockings. I clear my throat to announce my arrival. Sylvie pulls her skirt back down, blushing and looking away. "She's all wet," Marc says mockingly. "Sit down, " Marc says, showing me one of the armchairs in the living room. "Let's get a drink." A few minutes later, we're sitting and chatting over a glass.Obviously, the conversation is mostly about sex, and Sylvie asks me a lot of questions about my past and present sexual practices, my relationships with Marc and other men, my married life, whether I still have sex with women, including my wife—a question to which I reply that at my age I'm much more active with my tongue than with my penis, which makes her smile slyly. Then the question comes up: "Has Marc ever asked you to sodomize him? Because he's always pestering me about it, but I'm not into it. " "Yes, he has asked me, but there's no way I'm going to let him take me without a condom, and since he doesn't want to use one, it's a no." "Even in front of me?" "It's tempting, but no more than that, no condom, absolutely not," says Marc, who is still without pants, and his crotch is showing increasing interest. "Hey, are you getting hard again?" "It excites me, I'd love to fuck him but I don't want to use a condom, it irritates my glans." Sylvie's legs spread, crossed, and uncrossed; she aroused me. I didn't think she was trying to turn me on, just that she must be itching. I floated a trial balloon: "Hey you two, since Marc is 100% straight but doesn't hesitate to get a blowjob from an old transvestite and is even interested in sodomizing him, and you, Sylvie, model wife, still get wet watching your man get a blowjob; at this point, I have a proposition for you. You're under no obligation to accept, not right away, not later. Just think about it. It's something I've mastered, having done it many times with my wife. " "What? " they asked in unison. "Fucklinking, it's a bit acrobatic, but brilliant. " "What's that?" " Since Marc already has an erection and doesn't want to use a condom, and from what he told me you love cunnilingus, Marc will make love to you and I'll lick you." "You position yourselves like the crab union from the Kama Sutra, on the table if you like, and I'll take care of the rest. There's no risk of it going any further; I'm not hard enough anymore." Sylvie turned bright red, Marc's mouth was agape, but his penis betrayed his desire. Sylvie's gaze shifted from his erect penis to mine, which remained limp. She led him into the kitchen. I could hear them talking in hushed tones, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. The conversation stopped, a few moments passed, and Marc came back naked as a jaybird. I think I've won. Sylvie arrived in turn, wearing only her stockings.one arm in front of ...

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