"I've been married almost 25 years," he told me as he undressed. "We've been pretty happy, I guess, but there's been no sex for maybe ten years."
"What little sex we had was pretty ordinary, I'd say. My wife would lie still like she was thinking about something else. We never talked during sex. We always did it missionary position and then one day it stopped."
"So I've spent the last 10 years wanking. But I'm tired of doing it alone. That's why I've come to see you. There's so much I want to explore. I got the feeling from your web site that if you were attracted to me we could try things together."
"I think you're very attractive. So tell me what you want to try."
Tell me what you want
"Well, for a start I want to suck your dick. I've always wondered how that'd feel. And I'd love you to suck mine too. My wife never would so I have no idea what it's like. Can we do that?"
He was naked now, sitting on the corner of the bed next to me. I reached over to stroke his cock which quickly became hard. I knelt between his legs and ran my tongue all around the head before sucking it as far into my mouth as I could manage in that position.
He gasped. "Jesus, I've really been missing out on great sex if that's how good it feels. Do that again!"
"Later, when we're in a better position," I promised. I stayed kneeling between his legs, looking up at him, and asked "What else do you want to try?"
His sexual shopping list
"I want... God, this sounds like a shopping list." He was trembling. "I've never asked for what I wanted, you know, sexually. I've always just let things happen, hoping my wife'd get the hint. But she never did."
"Then this is your chance to let it all out. But no need to rush. You've booked 4 hours so we can take everything as slowly as you like. Tell me when you're ready." I licked his cock from his balls up the shaft to the head with a final flourish around the leaking tip. "Why don't we start with a massage first?"
"Yes, please, I'd like that."
He lay face down on the massage table. I oiled his back and massaged his neck and shoulders, along his spine and down to the top of his buttocks. "You've got a great touch," he said, lifting his head from the cradle.
"Thanks. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."
"Yes, I am. You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this."
I continued to work my way around his body, kneading his muscles, spreading more oil across his smooth skin. As I began massaging his firm butt, he turned his head and watched in the mirror.
He moved his arms to lie alongside his body and grasped my cock, feeling along its length. I stayed within reach but continued to work on his butt cheeks.
Releasing his pent-up sexual frustrations
When I eventually moved to the other side of the table, I felt his body tense and heard him mumble something. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."
He pushed himself up from the table and looked over his shoulder at me. "I want to fuck you in the arse," he said. "For more than a few minutes."
Then, as though all his pent-up sexual frustrations were being released all at once - his entire body trembling with excitement - he added more loudly in a rush: "I want you to tell me how much you love having my big dick inside you. Make a lot of noise and move with me. I want to kiss you and watch your face as I thrust in and out. I want you to lose control when I make you cum. Then keep going until you cum again."
"Ok." I grinned. "I like the sound of that! Right now or can I finish the massage first?"
I felt the tension release from his muscles as he sank back onto the table. "I've already waited far too long. I'm sure I can wait a few more minutes."
Fuck! Your fucking arse is so fucking fuckable.