This adventure happened to us with a man in his sixties, who had contacted us via this site. His message, both elegant and bold, had piqued my curiosity. So I took the initiative to respond to him to outline a little role-playing game that had been on our minds for a while. Before involving my wife, I wanted to meet him alone, just to lay the groundwork. He turned out to be a charming man, with a discreet but assured presence. Tall, with graying temples, a frank gaze and a calm voice: he had that mix of maturity and sensuality that made you want to know more. We talked for a long time in a quiet café, out of sight, gradually building a scenario that would excite all three of us. I felt in him an attentive ear, a real respect for our desires, our limits too. The atmosphere was gentle, tinged with a subtle tension. When the exchange became more intimate, I invited him to join me in a more discreet place, to confirm what we both already sensed. Without going into details, let's just say that this first meeting confirmed our connection and his sincere desire to offer us an unforgettable moment. It was just a taste... and I was already eager to introduce him to my wife. A few days later, after telling my wife everything in great detail—his reactions, his gestures, the way he looked at me—she was as excited as she was curious. She liked the idea of ​​an older, experienced man who would take his time. So we decided to set a date. On the big day, we took our time. My wife had chosen an elegant but subtly provocative outfit. The anticipation added to the excitement. We were both relaxed and impatient. We arrived at his place, discreetly, at nightfall. Outside the door, I blindfolded my wife and we went inside. She loved the idea of ​​anonymity, of mystery, of the thrill it could add. Very thoughtfully, he had prepared her apartment, warm, intimate, bathed in subdued lighting with a few candles and "Chillout" music. He knew how to be attentive, respectful, without ever breaking the delicious tension. Little by little, gestures replaced words. The wandering hands became more playful, the silences more charged. Everything was unfolding as we had imagined—slowly, elegantly, in an atmosphere of trust and shared pleasure. My wife let herself be guided with an ease I had never seen. It was unsettling, and incredibly beautiful to watch.We undressed her without haste, item of clothing by item of clothing, and he ...

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