I am of French descent, in my mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man Roger, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I have a high sex drive, I am to please and be pleased sexually, and I love having sex with an audience.

I have a tacit agreement with my man (he is nine-inches and thick) that I can please and be pleased sexually by another man around once a month. We set some basic rules a while back, outer sex only, no intercourse, my man can watch and masturbate. If the second man wants to blow my man I love to watch. Occasionally we have another woman instead of a man to pleasure us both, same rules apply.

Something I insist on is the second man must be much younger than me, usually fifteen or twenty-years. We are very competitive and we enjoy competing to be the first to have the second man or woman, good foreplay. We do that by dressing, or undressing to impress for our third person.

On a recent Monday night while we were fucking like rabbits, I asked Roger if he could arrange a man in his very late teens for us next Sunday. “I have never had a man twenty-five years younger.”

“I have just the man I see at the gym who I am sure would be keen. Gerry is six-feet tall, very athletic build, rumoured to be bi-sexual, and I almost forgot, he is hung.”

“Sounds good baby, arrange it,” I moan as we orgasm simultaneously, my orgasm heightened by the thought of this boy.

And I wonder if my man was thinking of the pleasure he might have with him.

At the appointed time on Sunday after we showered together, sprayed each other with sun-tan and teased each other with our fingertips we were both anticipating the sexual pleasure we might experience. The anticipation of a new sexual assignation is always exciting for me. And I have a feeling this one may be very exciting.

I was determined to have Gerry first when he arrived and show him what an older woman could do to pleasure him, perhaps in ways he had never experienced previously.

Roger is always keen to impress a new man and he loves to show and flirt with a roaring erection when a new man arrives.

I decide to wear heels, a long kaftan type dress over my naked body that fastens at the back with a zip.

“How do I look Roger,” I smile as I ask him to fasten the zip.

“Sensational baby, just sensational,” he tells me as he kisses my ass cheeks, “look at my erection,” he tells me as he flashes his short black silk dressing gown open.

Gerry is obviously very keen and he arrives a few minutes early.

Roger lets him in and makes brief introductions as he lets his dressing gown fall open to expose his erection for Gerry who can only mutter, “Wow.”

“Like my caftan Gerry, is that what you expected me to wear for you?” I ask.

Before he can answer I turn my back to him, spread by legs, and as boldly as I can and ask him to undo the zip, leaving my rear side totally naked.

I am very pleased see his reaction and the effect my voluptuous naked ass has on him in the mirrored walls and I can see he has an instant erection under his tight trousers.

“Good ass for a woman more than twice your age, kiss it for me, both sides.”

“Get naked for both of us,” I tell him as I shrug out of the caftan and let it drop to the floor.

He is naked in a flash and I enjoy the difficulty he has in sliding his jock strap over his erection.

“Your body is magnificent,” I tell him as I circle around him, ogling it and running my hands all over it, lusting for it.

“And your cock is a dream for an older lady.