Our Intimate Encounter with Bill and Joan

This story is true. It’s a tale of desire, exploration, and the unlikeliest of friendships.

I stumbled upon a posting on Yahoo in the mid-90s, a couple looking for a third to join them in their intimate escapades. The posting was from Bill and Joan, and after exchanging a few days of formal Q&A, we decided to meet.

We agreed to meet on a Monday morning, and I arrived at their home around 5 am. Bill, a larger-than-life figure, greeted me warmly and ushered me into the living room for a cup of coffee. He explained that due to his diabetes, he suffered from erectile dysfunction, and after a long discussion with Joan, they decided to bring another man into their bed.

Joan entered the room, a middle-aged woman with a pleasingly rounded figure and dishwater-blond hair. She was dressed in a nearly transparent nighty, and I could see the outline of her nipples beneath the silky fabric. She looked nervous, but Bill reassured her that this was their second attempt at exploring their desires.

After a brief conversation, we adjourned to the bedroom, which was lit by a few candles, casting a soft glow over the space. Bill asked Joan to lift her nighty, revealing her treasures, and I was taken aback by the sight of her sweet, hair-covered pussy. My cock sprang to life, and Bill asked if I liked what I saw.

“Of course,” I replied, and he asked me to disrobe and show them my body. I quickly shed my clothes, revealing my rock-hard cock, and Joan’s eyes widened in delight. “It’s bigger than I thought it would be,” she said, and I knew I had her attention.

I got on the bed with Joan, and we shared a long, passionate kiss as I caressed her breasts. She moaned with pleasure as I moved down to her pussy, my fingers dancing across her slit, finding her clit, and gently caressing it. She was squirming with passion, and I knew she was on the brink of orgasm.

Kissing and licking her tummy, I reached her hot pussy and was struck by the sweet, musky scent. I licked and caressed her lips, sliding my tongue along her wet slit, and then spread her thighs, diving my tongue into her hot, wet pussy. She came in a few minutes, her hips bucking, and her thighs gripping my head in an orgasmic clutch.

After what seemed like an eternity, she 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,” she whispered to Bill, who smiled and told me it was a great show for both of them.

Joan explained that she was novice at the oral arts, but she was eager to learn. Bill sat watching, naked and aroused, as Joan took me in her hand and started to caress my hard cock. She licked the head, and then wrapped her lips around it, sucking and caressing my balls with her lips and tongue.

“Slow down, or you’ll get a mouthful of cum,” I warned, and she pulled off, smiling mischievously. “Fuck me now,” she whispered, and I looked at Bill, who nodded his approval.

I lay her on her back, placed her legs over my shoulders, and slid my hard cock into her wet pussy, rubbing it up and down the slit a few times. She was squirming and begging for me to fuck her, and I slowly slid inside, my cum-loaded balls resting on her ass.

We stayed like that for a few moments, letting her get used to it, and then I slowly pulled out and slid back in again. She started moaning and told Bill she felt full, and I sped up my stroking, slamming long and hard into her, my balls slapping her ass hard.

She came, her hips bouncing and gyrating, and I felt her juices flow like a stream. I triggered my own release, shooting my hot load deep into her pussy, stream after stream of cum filling her wet hole. She had a death grip on my shoulders as she came, and after I emptied my seed, we started to relax.

Bill asked me to move so he could see her open hole as my cum slowly dripped out, and he smiled at me, saying it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Joan whispered that it felt great, and Bill showed us his semi-aroused cock, still flaccid but aroused.

As we lay there, Bill got up and returned with a tray of coffee, and we sat there for 15 minutes, chatting and laughing. Then Bill asked Joan if she wanted a repeat session, and she agreed. He asked me if I’d like to come by every couple of weeks to satisfy Joan’s sexual urges, and I said I was only a phone call away.

This marked the beginning of a great friendship with Bill and Joan, one that would last close to a year. Joan became quite skilled at oral sex, and over time, we explored 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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