Way back in the early internet days, adult online ‘dating’ was free with a variety of basic sites set up and not as overloaded as they are today with males.
On one of these sites (which is still going but really poor and pricey) I’d struck up contact with a couple looking for a guy for a threesome. Some emails exchanged and a social meet at lunchtime arranged.
This was pre camera phone and early digital camera days, so no photos seen of them, but I’d sent one of me. So I’m at the food court of the Gyle shopping centre in Edinburgh (glamourous setting!!) and this guy approaches me, asking if I’m Dalaisllama, so it’s the guy I’m supposed to meet, but no woman with him. Apparently she couldn’t make it, but he has polaroid pics of her.
So we sit down, have a coffee and a chat and he shows me pics of his very attractive wife. Nothing too revealing but sexy shots in lingerie, swim suits and dresses on nights out.
He is in his mid-40’s, slim build, receding hairline. She is late 30’s judging by the pics, medium build, filled out the bikini well, blonde hair, lovely smile.
So we chat about experience – me this would be first, same for them as well. She was really up for it, they’d been talking about it for months, initially as a fantasy but eventually wanting it to become reality. All sounding very positive. He said he was straight so agreed on no ‘friendly fire’
They were going to be in a hotel on the Grassmarket in Edinburgh in a week or so (The Apex), so we made plans to meet in a pub on the Grassmarket (The Beehive) and I left feeling very positive and looking forward to breaking my threesome virginity.
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