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By (user no longer on site) OP
3 weeks ago
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It started with a message.
Gemma and Dan messaged me after I commented on one of their photos on a private lifestyle site. Gemma was exactly my type — early 40s, blonde with curves in all the right places, and eyes that said she was used to getting what she wanted. Dan seemed chilled, confident, and easy-going. They told me they liked to meet guys who could hold a proper conversation — and who didn’t come off too full of themselves.
We chatted for a couple of weeks. No pressure, just good banter, cheeky flirting, and the kind of teasing that built a slow, delicious tension.
Then came the message:
“We’re having a few drinks at a hotel bar in Maidstone this Friday. Fancy joining us for a cheeky cocktail?”
I didn’t hesitate.
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When I arrived at the bar, I spotted them instantly. Gemma was in a tight black dress that hugged her hips and dipped low enough to show a teasing hint of cleavage. Dan sat beside her, relaxed, his hand casually resting on her thigh.
“Mark?” she smiled, rising to greet me with a warm hug. She smelled incredible — a mix of vanilla and something darker, sexier.
We talked for a while. Drinks flowed. The chemistry built.
Dan leaned in and said with a smirk, “Gemma’s been excited to meet you. She’s got a bit of a thing for younger guys…”
Gemma touched my knee under the table. “And I’m guessing you’ve got a bit of a thing for married women who like to misbehave.”
My heart raced.
By the time we got to their room, the air was thick with anticipation.
Gemma pushed me gently onto the bed, her eyes locked on mine. “Let’s see what you’ve been teasing me with all week,” she purred, slipping her dress down her shoulders. Dan poured himself a drink, content to watch — clearly turned on by the scene.
The night was a blur of touch, whispers, lips, and hands. They were experienced, confident, and open. I didn’t feel out of place — I felt wanted.
Gemma moaned my name more than once. Dan joined in slowly, taking part when it felt natural, always making sure everyone was comfortable and turned on. It wasn’t just sex — it was electric. Real. Intimate and wild at the same time.
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In the early morning, we laid tangled in soft sheets, the room lit by the faint blue light of the city outside the window.
Gemma ran her fingers along my chest. “So, Mark… think you’ll be up for another night like this?”
I grinned. “Anytime you want.”
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