Bill and Joan’s Polyamorous Dilemma: The Stranger

It was the mid-1990s, and I was browsing Yahoo’s dating site when I stumbled upon an ad from a couple, Bill and Joan, looking for a third person to join them in a romantic experience.

After a few days of exchanging questions and photos, we decided to meet at their home, which I arrived at around 5 am on a Monday morning.

Bill, a rather large and older gentleman, greeted me warmly and led me to the living room, where we sat down over a cup of coffee.

“I want to explain something to you,” Bill said, his voice gentle but direct. “Due to some medical issues, I’ve been experiencing erectile dysfunction due to diabetes. Joan and I have discussed this, and we’ve decided to bring another man into our bed to satisfy our desires.”

Joan walked into the room, looking a bit nervous but also excited. She was a middle-aged woman with a round, pleasing shape, and her dishwater-blond hair was styled in a way that accentuated her features.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” Joan said, her voice trembling slightly.

Bill continued, “We’ve tried this before, but the first time didn’t work out. The man we chose was too demanding and wanted to be in control. We’re looking for someone who will respect our boundaries and desires.”

After a brief conversation, we adjourned to the bedroom, which was lit by a few candles, casting a warm glow over the space.

Bill asked Joan to lift her nighty, revealing her beautiful body and a lovely carpet of pubic hair. My cock responded instantly, and I felt a surge of excitement.

“Do you like what you see?” Bill asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Of course,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Bill asked me to disrobe, and I quickly shed my clothes, revealing my hard cock. Joan’s eyes widened, and she smiled mischievously.

“It’s bigger than I thought it would be,” Joan said, her voice filled with excitement.

I got on the bed with Joan and gave her a long, passionate kiss, caressing her tits as I moved down to her lovely breasts.

Joan moaned with pleasure as I sucked and licked her nipples, my hand moving down to her hot pussy.

I slid my finger along her slit, feeling the moist heat emanating from her body.

“Oh, yes,” Joan whispered, her voice filled with desire.

I found her clit and gently caressed it, causing her to squirm with passion.

“I’m ready,” Joan said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I kissed and licked down her tummy to her hot pussy, the scent of her heat filling my senses.

I licked and caressed around her pussy lips, then slid my tongue along her wet slit a few times.

Joan moaned loudly, her hips bucking as she came, her thighs gripping my head in a orgasmic clutch.

After a few minutes, Joan released my head, and I slid up her sweaty body, kissing her again.

“That was one of the best orgasms I’ve had in a long time,” Joan said, her voice filled with pleasure.

Bill smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I’m glad we could provide that for you,” Bill said, his voice gentle but sincere.

Now it was my turn. Joan explained that she was a bit inexperienced with oral sex, but she wanted to try it with me.

“I’m not sure about swallowing,” Joan said, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“That’s okay,” I replied, trying to reassure her.

Bill sat watching, his eyes fixed on us with interest.

Joan took my cock in her hand, caressing it as she jacked me off.

“It feels big in my hand,” Joan said, her voice filled with excitement.

Bill encouraged her to taste me, and Joan wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, sucking gently.

I asked her to caress my balls, and she soon found a rhythm, sliding her mouth up and down my hard shaft as she sucked and licked my balls with her lips and tongue.

“I’m going to come,” I said, my voice filled with desire.

Joan pulled off, and I looked at Bill, who nodded his approval.

I lay Joan on her back, placed her legs over my shoulders, and positioned my hard cock at her wet pussy lips.

Rubbing it up and down the slit a few times, Joan squirmed and begged me to fuck her.

I entered her hot pussy, feeling a snug fit as I slowly slid inside, my cum-loaded balls resting on her ass.

Joan moaned, her eyes opening wide as I pulled out and back in again, slowly at first, then increasing my pace till I was slamming long and hard in her.

Joan’s hips bucked, and she came, her juices flowing like a stream as I pounded her hot pussy.

This triggered my own release, and I felt my balls contract, shooting my hot load deep into her wet hole.

After I emptied my seed, we started to relax, and I stayed in her as my cock started to shrink and slowly slide out.

Bill asked me to move, so he could see her open hole as my cum slowly dripped out.

Joan whispered that it felt great, and Bill smiled, saying it was the hottest thing he’d seen.

As we sat there, Bill asked Joan if she wanted a repeat session, and she said she would.

Bill asked me if I’d like to come by every couple of weeks to satisfy Joan’s desires.

“I’m only a phone call away,” I said, smiling.

This started a great friendship with Bill and Joan that lasted close to a year, during which Joan discovered her appetite for cock and brought out her and Bill’s wild side, including her first-ever ass fuck and first threesome with another man and me.

But that’s a tale for another day.

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