Dinner at a top restaurant the next night to impress me. Most of the conversation about our previous marriages and relationships. Numerous for us both. By the time the desert arrived we were holding hands and openly discussing our sexual preferences. Neville didn’t flinch when I told him I had a preference for well hung men. When he asked me what size bra cup I was, I couldn’t resist running my hand over his crotch. “C cup bra and 41-inch hips,” I told him, wanting him to know I was also proud of my voluptuous hips and big ass.

His offer of coffee in his condo was too good to refuse. Kissing passionately with our tongues as soon as we were in the door. Standing behind me in front of a huge mirror when he slid my dress to my ankles, then my bra. Kissing and licking my big ass, worshiping it as he slid my thong to my ankles. Quickly undressing for me, my preference for well hung men confirmed, he really was well hung.

Kneeling in front of me, his big hands and fingers on my ass cheeks while I watched in the wall length mirror in front of me, watching him giving me cunnilingus, a wonderful tongue fuck, before he fucked me. What a tremendous fuck he was. Twice.

We quickly developed a loving, caring sexual relationship. Both of us discussing in detail our sexual preferences while we sexually pleasured each other, an extra turn on. While Neville was giving me exquisite cunnilingus I would often tell him, “I would love another woman to do that to me while you watch.” Stopping short of telling him a number of women had given me cunnilingus while their men watched.

While I was giving Neville a head job I would often ask him, “Has another man ever had your big, thick cock, given you a blow job? I would love to watch another man give you a head job.”

“A gentleman never tells, though it’s an interesting thought. A tempting, very interesting thought,” he told me. Though I stopped short of telling him I had enjoyed watching other men give my men a head job.

One night while Neville was fucking me from behind with my big ass in his hands I decided it was an opportune time to tell him, “I told one of my girlfriends about you and our sex life together and how big and thick you are. She asked is he really that big?”

“What did you tell her then?,” he asked as he fucked me in a frenzy.

“What would you like me to tell her? Or perhaps we could show her while you fuck me.”

On the next Friday night my girlfriend Jan was sitting alongside me on my couch when Neville made his entrance. He had been out of sight for ten-minutes after she arrived, preparing for my girlfriend and me. He had told me he wanted to impress my girlfriend. He did impress her when he flashed open his short, black silk dressing gown. His chest and erection smeared with oil he had applied to help gain his erection. His roaring erection was even more impressive with an evil looking cock ring wrapped around it and his balls.

“Oh wow, Neville, you are magnificent, fucking magnificent, and so hard and thick,” my girlfriend told him as she ran two hands along his erection. “Megan told me I could watch you fucking her. May I watch?”

In the past my girlfriend Jan had watched other men fucking me, though this was the most exciting for both of us. Neville was the oldest man she had watched fucking me, and he had the biggest, thickest erection. Both of us confirming the next day he was the most exciting and best fuck she had watched me have.

Neville was obviously a very wealthy man, always paying by cash for his purchases from a wad of hundred dollars bills, though I still had no idea how or what he did for work or how he made his money.

One Friday night he took me to dinner in the dining room of the top hotel in town.