Most of the time, when I send polite greetings to others on the site I either receive no reply, or thanks but no thanks, which is of course fine. So i was pleasantly surprised to get a positive reply from Kev,the hubby of Kathleen (Kate) who had a suitable swinger-type profile on S.H. He said, hey great to hear from someone who seems genuine, etc, and since I lived not too far away should give him a whatsapp, and we could meet the following Saturday for a chat...Of course, With some thoughts about safety etc, I agreed. Over whatsapp he gave me his house address on the coast, and we set a time for 10 am. Saturday. I knew upfront only he would be there, his wife Kate would be working, and our meeting was strictly for vetting purposes, both sides...perfect arrangements for me. The week dragged...but finally the saturday rolled around....and somewhere around 10...I am parking outside his gate...fairly ordinary SA Coastal neighbourhood...Kev is a contracts manager for a small building outfit...his wife works as an estate agent I think. She is 49 ish, Kev is admitting to 52, the same age as me, so, at least none of us are kids Is what im thinking. I feel the usual slight nerves we all get in these situations , the tingling adrenaline of being on show, ( are these guys for real?) Etc...all part of the game for me - making me feel alive - after all I am meeting this Guy to find out if we might progress to actual playtime...so exciting! Its one aspect for me that is so important - to meet selectively, and rarely, to keep it always fresh. Kev meets me at his front door. He is slightly shorter than I...has keen steel blue eyes, a firm grip to what i can feel are working hands, but he has the easy confident manner of a man in his own home, most of which he built himself. He is in good shape, and I know already he is satisfied that I am what I said on the phone...so, we are off to a good start. We sit in his lounge, with cups of coffee...and he tells me quite a bit of themselves - seems less interested in asking me questions actually which is what i expected - They have had an arrangement for at least 8 years he says, they had talked things over, and decided it was far better in their marriage to be honest with each other, giving permission and actually participating with each other's sexual needs, rather than having either side sneaking around. They had tried swinging with couples, sometimes had wonderful times, but, mostly, out of balance...where someone in the foursome was a less than ideal fit for some reason, he told me, and he or she ends up taking one for the team was how he put it....so, they decided that would not be for them anymore...threesomes far easier to arrange, and almost as much fun! He had a smile on his face as he said it and i suppose so did I. So we talked about ourselves, work, sports, rugby...he was a cricket man, ( im not but he didnt hold it against me) and we talked sex quite a lot - i tried to describe my attitudes towards it, but Was not sure he was actually listening - maybe im a bit boring- who knows. After probably an hour or so, I felt we had about covered it - and, was mildly dissapointed that as he has said Bi curious, that he was not going to suggest a quick experimental feel, or something, it sure was on my mind, but I did not go there. Decided to follow his lead, greeted him politely, made the right social noises and headed for the door. I felt it all went pretty well, maybe Im on the shortlist! So to work, and nothing from them for at least a week. Maybe im not on the list at all, maybe there IS no list, who knows. Then, Joy of Joys, out of the blue I get a call, its Kev...just wanting to know if Im free Sunday AM next as (pet name not to be divulged) Kate would like to meet me? Maybe I could pop over for coffee or something? Well, says I " id be delighted" ...or something like that. Now this was probably a wednesday, and he is talking the FOLLOWING Sunday...so...eish....its a week and a half away! These guys do like to schedule things is what im thinking - but he has told me its work, grown up kids are around, etc etc, so, timing is difficult, i get it. So, be content and try to concentrate on ordinary things for 10 days...omg. Imagine me, that Sunday morning. Dress neat but not too neat I mean its Sunday morning coffee after all...shave etc, but be careful with that cologne!...a touch...tiny touch no more...Jeans, neat shirt, Do I look like i belong in Church? God I hope not. Right, 20 to 10. Get in the damn car and drive over - carefully. Its warm in the car, so, aircon on, and Im hoping that i dont smell like a freshly washed schoolboy, and tell myself to get it together, etc. Again, he greets me at the front door, like its a normal day, and ushers me into his lounge. Everything is as it was, except this time , there is Kate, comfortably seated in obviously her usual spot, looking exactly like her pictures - 49 years old, South African Afrikaans home language but married to an English guy, she is your perfect image of a working wife, really. ( as i recall she is in a red conservative skirt that you might see in Woolworths, a white short sleeve blouse.with tiny blue cornflowers on it - bare feet- and she has short, thick bobbed hair, shoulder length. Totally in place behind the desk at just about any office in the land. I am obviously over the moon inside, because how perfect it is to meet this couple, so apparently vanilla on the outside, and yet so hot beneath the veneer of social norms...I love it. She does not rise to meet me which Is unusual, says she apologises but her feet are tired! But she indicates i should sit anywhere, and as Kev makes us some coffee, she is chatting to me about her family, work, her house, how Kev never finishes anything, all, completely banal conversation exactly as you would expect in some married couples house on any given Sunday...and yet.... After a few minutes, ten or so, I can sense this quiet tension, an expectancy which I tune in, let it play across my nerves...my coffee is done, and so I rise, as if to ask for the bathroom, which is my ruse actually, and I step away. Allow them a few minutes alone time. I am here, but its their game...so I pee...wash top n tail nicely, and return to the lounge. No one has moved. But as I enter, Kate gives a big sigh, moves her head in two directions, says she has a mild headache coming on.....I move behind her chair. " would you like a head massage? " i ask quietly, and as Im standing right behind her chair, I let my fingers gently but confidently scrunch through.the thick dark hair at the base of her neck...her sigh deepens, Ohh, lovely, she says, and flops her head forward for me, so I can stand there like her hairdresser, massaging first her hair itself, scrunching, pulling so gently, and up, the scalp, fingers pressing, spreading, teasing out the tension in her temples, behind the ears, her shoulders...up, down. Completely not sexual, yet sexual in every way as her husband looks on, and she soaks up her minutes of p!easuring from this innocent yet completely taboo moment... But now, the ball is in my court, is what im thinking, how far to take this?...I mean a head massage is one thing, but, i dont have explicit permission for more and Ive been here.in their company for less than an hour! I mean I dont want to be rude, but does anyone want to get laid, apart from me, obviously? Im thinking Yes, but, Im not one to rush things, so, i do the massage thing for oh, a good 10 minutes, during which there is much appreciative sighing and comp!iments about my hands ( thanks, I know)...and after a decent interval,...i bring it down....tease....stop...and take my chair again...the only difference in the room now is ..Kate is slightly dishevelled, I have an obvious errection, and Kev is quietly relaxed, somehow less tense. We have broken the ice, thin as it was, and we are all in good shape. During her massage, i kept my hands above her blouse, except for fingertips beneath her collar, shoulders, possibly the slight rise where her breasts begin, and of course, had to negotiate around her bra straps...always such an intimacy. Kate suddenly remembers she has something to do in the kitchen, stands, and leaves the room, which is my first sight of her standing, actually, and so, i take notes...she is taller than hubby, heavier too, with wide, middle-aged hips, generous breasts,...this is not a woman to take lightly, and she is quite obviously in control here. Her headache was an invitation, no doubt, but, to what? So, Kev and I are suddenly alone, with our boners, i feel, and cricket seems like such a tame subject given the circumstances, so, we dont say much....but after, oh, a few minutes, I say quietly... " I wonder if I should go and help Kate? "..... He smiles, nods, thinks its a great idea...yes he says, go and see if she needs anything.... so I pad through to the kitchen, barefoot, ive removed my sandals on entry, and I find the kitchen empty. Oh, no, there she is, she has gone outside....hanging up towels it seems, so I wait....watch as she approaches, opens the flyscreen door...she has a pleasant,friendly face, brown eyes, and the typical skin of someone who gets a little too much sun, she IS 49 or so, she is hippy I notice, in that red office skirt, but carries herself well, tall and straight..." Are you looking for more coffee? " she asks me, in Afrikaans, but I just smile, shake my head slightly, " no, I say, with hands down, open guesture, " I came to see if you need anything"...... We are seperated by about 3 feet, she is smiling, I am too, and she takes a step towards me...my back is to the kitchen counter, so, she has the room, the space, the initiative really, Oh, she says, like what? I smile more...reply, " oh, anything at all, really"...and now, theres no space between us at all, she is looking up slightly into my face, and I allow my right arm to encircle her, ever so slightly, my hand is on her lower back...she can easily withdraw but she stays right there...and theres no need for another word since our lips have in the intervening seconds, met in the middle, as though intended by nature itself, which i suspect may be quite correct. A kiss. a first, deliscious lingering and quite taboo kiss, since this womans husband is ten feet away and I am in his kitchen, with his wife, in a quite tender and increasingly sexual lingering tounge-searching, tasting, hopefully never ending kiss...her breasts through b!ouse, bra, pressed to me, her hips ( those ever so comfortable hips) square on to me..pressing..my hand has dropped and i have the slightest sensation of her movement, her beautiful womans bum in skirt tenses as she grinds her pubis into me just a little, but unmistakably. We kiss, I fondle, she has embraced me. The coffee is forgotten. After, an age, she murmers...in English... " would you like to go to the room? "...and she actually looks at me, waiting for a response...I give the tiniest of nods...affirmative...and she steps away, not releasing my hand.whjch she holds as she leads the way.... Bedroom. Joy of Joys. Standing there, but now there is an urgency...these oh so sexy and completely normal street clothes are getting untucked, and I can now without further invite, allow my hands to roam her back, that oh so exciting bra strap which contains and supports her, its tight across her wide back, her scent, musky, dark, astringent, this woman was sweating outside, and the zip of the skirt is too easy as i slide it the required 3 inches down....a very slight wiggle from her hips (those hips!) Again...and it hits the floor. Suddenly, its me who is over dressed...so, shirt off pronto...and soon...its me, in jeans only, bra and panties for her, and we are heading for the bed behind us.... I let her hit it and lie down as she seems to want to, but theres no way im getting on bed in jeans, so, i pause, unbutton....and as she watches from down there...I let them fall. I never wear undies, so, no problems there, and as my errection is suddenly free....she looks, and murmers..." ohhh I love it"....And im wondering what it is she loves...i think its not actually my cock, but she loves what she is feeling, she is on a sexually charged High, here in her bedroom, with me, and hubby sitting in the lounge next door...she is revelling in her freedom, perhaps, as well as the heat between her legs. I kneel...she grasps me...holds the shaft of my cock...and im letting my fingers trace wherever they want....pinch her nipples through that blue satin bra, trace a delecate line from her legs up, right over the centerline of her panty line so i have lightly flicked over her pussy and clitoris already, outside...and soon i lie beside her.... Im curious, excited, loving every minute of this...she is gently yet firmly p!aying with my cock, has not let go, and im kissing her wherever she pops up...neck..lips, chest...but I want HER to shuck out of those panties, that bra, thats oh such a moment...free her pussy from behind its little veil, and nipp!es and breasts too...from behind the curtains... She obliges. Lifts her bum off the bed....down they come...and her scent is like wildwood, cut grass, the unmistakable warmth of wet womanhood. And I have hardly started. Breasts...kissable..nipples ( surprise! One is pierced with a bar installed through it ) she seems to LOVE me taking that in my mouth to twist it a little between 9 and 6 O clock...hmm how far to turn it? Her legs are spread now. The cleft of her pussy is mine. Wet...soaking actually as i arouse her there with fingertips only...spreading, seeking, teasing, gently! Pinching her...just...so. Not too hard not too soft. AND now we are truly on a journey of discovery...how far south does this land go?...after a decent interval, we are by now completely aroused, I shuck myself down because before my errect cock goes anywhere near this fine lady, its my unstated mission that she orgasms...a few times would be immensely satisfying.... Oh, the taste and scent of aroused wet and inviting clitoris, petals that so gently envelop everything yet are so easily swept aside by delicate tounge directions...that sweet shaft and bulb atop...sometimes a cherry, oftentimes a sweet pea, even a pinhead, and yet, under the right administration....fireworks...this was my reward...to be lapping like a tame pup at this fine Afrikaans woman's pussy while she lay there in total abandon, just her little whimpers of pleasure, sometimes murmering...ya ya ....yes, she says translating for me.....dont stop..... Movement, on the bed. Delight and joy, Kev, hubby from the lounge has joined us, i sense his presence, hear him clambering out of his shorts, and he chuckles.... " Oh, look, someone is having fun....he has a pet name for her, which I reserve for myself, and the intimacy i share with them, in that moment, as he uses her pet name, asking after her pleasure, as my mouth and fingertips continue to delve into her secrets, this is indescribable pleasure to me..... From my peripheral vision, betwen his wifes spread wide thighs, I glimpse his attractive, straight thick, short, circumscised cock, which he has offered in a kneeling position to his wifes lips, and i see her begin to suckle and lick at him as i continue below.... I sense after some while, might have been minutes...a change was imminent...all I need do is move, and some new chapter of this play will unfold....Kev has already said, twice... "Oh, look yes, THERE she goes....as his wife lifted herself off the mattress, beautiful wide arse six inches clear, and bucked in shuddering climaxes....she is quite quiet, no screamer, just a satisfied, primeval feminine non verbal ohh oh oh oh...descending, sighing...hissing if i stay too long at her clitty tip...but gasping yesssss...if i delve below. She is on a string now. I want to watch him fuck her. Moving up the bed, my own errection now inches from her lips on her right, he is on the left, we watch as she decides who to hold, who to taste...and I wonder if she would prefer me, to him, but Thats not a question I will ask...at this point few words are needed.... Kev declares, to my delight...." I think its time I had a ride on ( pet name) ....and so i have my wish...i get to see him assume his husbandly position, as he has done thousands of times before, watch as they saddle up, each movement unrehersed and unconscious, and I see and witness in contact with them as he slides his prick into her...he is not subtle with it....OK she is soaked, but, really, is what Im thinking...dude, wheres the tease?...but no. this man just fucks. Vigourously, and for a Loooong time, as I lie, caressing her, occasionally kissing her lips, nipples, and generally being nice on the sidelines..... Inspiration strikes me. Kev is on his arms, semi missionary, his cock buried in his wife...I kneel...wondering if he will cotton on to.my offering.....i nudge my head down...below her breasts..making room for myself like a pup at the teats...untill i can kiss and nuzzle Kates pubic area just where her raspy three day shave starts....and i wait..... Yes...he gets it....my head is turned towards him...my face and lips centimeters from their connection....and he does it, unbidden....withdraws his cock from her...lifts....feeds it to me...perfection...her pussy juices all over his tip...i give him head a few.seconds....maybe ten...leave it.....back.into pussyland he goes....and he says....ahhhh...now thats nice....so now i can let my fingers wander around their connection, feeling her move, her pussy opening and contracting around him....even little clitty visits now and then....i can make a ring of my fingers around his cock as he fucks her ...rejoicing in the wetness... But i know, i must not distract him too long from his own mission because i sense he struggles to finish....so i let him concentrate....a few minutes...i am a bystander....untill....he gasps, stills, grunts his pleasure...yes yes ohhh yes I am cumming...he tells us....as deep as he can reach im.guessing he sends his semen into her...... He rolls off, satisfied. she is not, and now...i am ready.... she is not moving from her spread-recently-fucked pose...so, i do the obvious thing and hop into Kevs place, kneeling with my bare cockhead an inch from.his wifes semen- soaked vulva....( We are all tested, all safe, condoms by arrangement not required) and i decide to be polite, and so I say, Kevin, it looks very much like I am about to put my cock into your wife...is that ok with you?...Oh yes, please do, he replies.... Looking down, Kates eyes are closed or semi closed, she is breathing heavilly as a recently well fucked woman might, and I know, or suspect, for her, its the change,the variety of this..which is the attraction...and so i go differently. My size is in my favour..hooray for that...and to add to it I am a week horny, so my biggest problem is the hair trigger issue....so.....for her too....slooowly does it...and i cock- tease her pussy for her...in and out right at the base of her clit hood...little up lifts to catch it...an inch or two in..flick...riding and sliding in her cleft, the valley around her entrance...But soon...i have not seen cockhead a while because im buried in her tunnel...waaay past the point of any return...she knows it, I know it...all i can do now is move myself in her...deep...sha!low....using everything i have to please-fuck her...of course feeling the sluicing wetness and the scent of hubbys semen on me...on her.... I hear him whispering encouragement....Fuck her...he uses my name....Fuck her...he says...and I do. All the way.