PLEASURE BEFORE BUSINESS

I was so pleased when I learnt how well hung Brady was the first we made love and had sex, while fucking me every which way for three days. Talking dirty to each other the whole time. He was so pleased with himself when I took my tape measure out of my handbag and measured his cock while he was fully erect for me. Flattered when I showed him my tape with my thumb past the ten-inch mark.

We are now in our early forties, both of us still with our looks and firm bodies, both with the ability to attract longing glances from same sex people. We are both gender fluid and we both have voracious sexual appetites.

I love my man Brady telling me, “You are my dream woman,” while he is admiring my naked body. Ogling my large, slightly saggy tits, wide hips, big ass, shaved pussy and voluptuous thighs. He regularly uses his own private gym and works out to keep his toned six-pack body in shape.

We have been through a number of stages in our kinky, perverted sex lives. The three-way stage: an extra woman for us to share, or alternately an extra man for us to share. Our preferences usually similar, watching each other with an attractive third person, at least fifteen-years younger than us before they join in. Exciting sexy women, men, girls and boys in their late teens, cross dressers, transvestites even.

A standout for Brady was watching a young man tongue fucking me before we kissed with our tongues, then sliding his erection between my pursed lips while the boy bought me to a wet climax, the way the boy teased and edged me was exquisite.

A standout for me was standing naked behind Brady while he sat in a chair, teasing his nipples with ice cubes while a naked boy gave his boner his full attention, moaning while he teased and edged him to a noisy orgasm.

Our exhibitionist stage: a teenage girl watching us fucking, after we undressed each other to show her our naked bodies, unsure if she preferred my body to Brady’s, though she was mesmerized by the size of his erection. A red faced teenage boy watching us fucking a week later. Another married couple watching us fucking.

In the afterglow after a recent and wonderful bout of love making and fucking, I told my man Brady, “We have never had a four-way. There are lots of exciting possibilities. A man for me, a woman for you. A woman for me, a man for you. A woman for both of us. A man for both of us.”

The next five-star hotel we stayed in presented the perfect opportunity for our first four-some, a man for me and a woman for Brady. The next night a woman for me, a man for Brady.

I wasn’t long before I suggested we have two lovers each, outlining the options. “Two woman and a two men, four women, four men.” Excited at the thought of two lovers each, wondering if we have an aesthetic sense of depravity.

We were staying in a Casino when I suggested to Brady we play the tables, agreeing if we could win a large amount of money we would invest it in our sex lives, pay for four young escort boys. We did win big.

We had already discussed our needs with the concierge who listened straight faced, without any embarrassment when we told him we might want four talented, young boys for our sexual pleasure. I couldn’t help adding. “We both expect them to be really well hung.” The concierge’s eyebrows rising when I told him, “My man Brady is ten-inches, don’t disappoint us,” before he looked closely at Brady’s crotch.

We confirmed our needs with the concierge, telling him we were prepared to pay cash for four young escort boys, two for each of us, stressing we both expected them to be really well hung.