How was I supposed to do anything but sit there? If I stood up and left with a hard cock making an attempt to escape my pants he could see it and know...I was turned on and afraid. On the other hand, if I entered the jacuzzi with a hard-on that would be the same as saying I'm full go and ready for this. And then it was just then that the thought crossed my mind; WHY am I turned on? This is a man. A strong, physically intimidating, well hung man who fucks for a living. And his naked visage has me. I almost posted my own ad, but could not word it to my satisfaction.Then one week, “Married Guy Seeks Married Guy for Joint Exploration”. I responded, explaining my age, that I was married, and just curious about fellatio. I could not bring myself to say 'blow jobs.' I made up a name—Bill.He responded with similar information. John, looking to experiment, was not gay, just always curious. Our exchanges went back and forth several times, each time leaking out a few more bits about ourselves. He. She couldn't believe how naughty it was and her pussy started dripping. Your hand was underneath as it was hanging slightly off the bed and was catching every drop of her pussy juice.A few mins later I pulled out and started rubbing her clit with my cock. I knew this drove her wild and she couldn't hold back the moans any more. They got louder and louder but you hadn't quite awoke yet but started to move. I told her to use her hand to rub her clit as I stood her up and with her facing you. Her. It was a fast dance, but she would swing in close, touching me briefly, making eye contact, and the message contained in her gaze was unmistakable. At first I was confused by it all, the feel of her brushing against me, the smell of her perfume, the wispy softness of her long hair as she swung it around in a seductive manner. But eventually I became aware that I was responding to her. That feeling down below just could not be dismissed. I was feeling so erotic, so naughty, so disoriented. What.