Craig was one of those few single men who responded to our swinger profile who sounded intelligent, able to spell and write in clear English, 30-ish, actually single (not cheating on a wife or partner) and reasonably attractive. We never contact anyone from a swinger site unless we have seen a recent face pic of them - some crass individuals post only pictures of their erect cocks, which is of little interest to me at the preliminary stage...it’s only later that the cock becomes more important!.
After a number of lengthy phone discussions between Craig and MM - I rely on my manager to vet the potential playmates - we set up a visit.
Craig arrived late afternoon from Brisbane with his overnight bag in his hand, as we had left open the prospect of him staying the night. After dinner and a number of necessary...no let me re-phrase that....essential glasses of wine, we retired to the spa. Note, dear readers, the triple function of the spa: to get naked, cleanse the bodies, and to lubricate the action.
Our initial impressions were accurate: he was a good companion, articulate, easy to talk to, and as he undressed slowly for the spa, I could see he had a good slim spunky body, and now it became more important, an attractive 6 inch cut cock. I was quite attracted to this man. I did not have to force myself to become his sexual partner.
He was also, to MM’s delight, bi-curious. Now that simply means that he was not averse to MM sucking his cock, or vice versa. It makes for a much more comfortable experience, and MM was able to indulge in one of his favourite aspects of the classic MFM threesome.
And so it was that Craig had 2 eager mouths around his cock before we exited the spa.
On the bed, Craig proved to be a resourceful and thoughtful lover. He fucked me in several different positions, with MM slipping in as well when there was a lull, or indeed for a spot of DP. Best of all, Craig had stamina! Just when we thought he had had enough, he would spring to life again, taking me in yet another position. It wasn’t until I gave his cock thorough attention with my mouth late in the evening that he actually came...in my mouth actually...I recall that MM’s attempt to lick and suck his cum-soaked cock were short-lived however, as he was too sensitive after his orgasm for more. MM’s also very partial to ‘cream pie’ but it’s a rare experience given our strict safe sex approach.
That night, Craig slept in our bed. It was the one time we did this, and is not recommended for a good night’s sleep.
We were all a little weary by morning, but after a quick swim in the pool, I put a blue movie on the bedroom TV. The boys finished breakfast, and the blue movie quickly had the desired effect: Craig and MM were both ready for more. Again, Craig’s ability to keep on fucking without much rest astounded both of us.
It was almost certainly because of his stamina that during this morning session, from constant fucking, I started to really feel some pretty wonderful things in my cunt. My clit had swollen and had become very sensitive not only from all of the attention from my 2 boys, but the application of a sensitizing gel that Craig had found at the annual Sexpo.
I could feel Craig’s cock so beautifully, sliding in and out, my legs were quivering, and I was enjoying this man very much. And I was wet, wet, wet. Craig eventually came after a furious finale, in the missionary position, and I was left dazed and dizzy as he collapsed on to me exhausted.
Meanwhile, MM had been observing all of this very closely, and as he explored between our 2 bodies with his fingers, he discovered that my cunt and the inside of my thighs were soaked in juice. It wasn’t Craig’s juice, because he was wearing a condom. I had not screamed and bucked like a female porn star - I was aware that I had been moaning with pleasure during the finale, but the ‘orgasm’ was more an accumulation of feeling and fruition without the obvious noisy intensity of a conventional orgasm. It felt natural and spontaneous.
I believe that this was my first orgasmic ejaculation. At least the only one I was fully aware of. Mmmm....
Craig left later that day. I managed a good night’s sleep (I needed it) and was woken by one of my miraculous kapow! moments, my hands pressing on my wet clitoris as it shuddered with contractions. Mmmmm again.
I rang Craig to thank him for surely 2 orgasmic experiences.
Maybe for me it’s a case of more is more: a man or men with staying power for the big O.
