I wanted real sex with a real man but I was afraid of taking that next step and didn’t say how it could be safely arranged. I am retired and althoug... I play a little golf I was hardly ever away from my wife. If I wanted a sex session it would have to be local because I was never away for more than a few hours playing golf and I couldn’t explain an overnight stay to my wife without risk of discovery. I was also worried about stories of people being mugged or blackmailed by someone they met and. "Not right now," he replied."Mmm," she moaned. "Your mouth says 'No' but Mr. Happy says 'Yes'," she said."No it's not," he said; slapping his hand against the side of the chair. "Remember?"She moved her hand away from his cock and caressed his face. "I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I forgot." I don't know what I'm gonna do about it," he said, sighing. "I can't go into work with a raging hard-on." He began to feel like an animated commercial for Viagara, or something."Who said anything about going. ’ And then I knew he was mine if I played my cards right." She looked down and said, “Well, you’re not about to burst, but you’re still kind of hard. Don’t worry, it gets really good soon. ―So, we met at the restaurant as planned. It was a Thursday at 12:30 and it was a restaurant none of our acquaintances frequented, and even so we chose a secluded table in a back room with no one around. Yeah, it was also a failing restaurant, so we had a lot of empty space to ourselves. And when he held out. I smiled and waited for him to continue. “I ordered her to stand and take her bra off,” I kissed his chest and he again started to caress my hair. “She had her bra off so fast I was stunned for a moment. She locked her eyes with mine and I could see her desires in them.” I turned to look up at him hoping he would see my desires. I wanted him to do to me what she was about to get. He smiled down at me and said, “I dragged her into the guest room and tossed her onto the bed. As she rolled over to.