“Good!” said Carol. “It’s supposed to be fun. Not the good, clean type,” she chuckled. “But fun. Adults enjoying sex, whatever turns them on. And I think there’s lots more fun we could have. You had a lot of things on that to-do list of yours, as I remember from our messages. Some very fun things. And I know we can tick a lot of them off for you. I know which ones I’ve got in mind,” she winked.
“Tell you what,” announced Derek, getting up, “We’ll message you later. Our friends, Peter and Sarah, are coming over on Saturday anyway. We reckon you’d like them. We’ll send you a link to their profile so you can take a look and see what they’re about. Decide and let us know?”
“Okay, I said, “I promise.”
“Good! Now get dressed and get the fuck out of here,” laughed Derek, “That ass is too tempting.”
Two minutes later, I was presentable again. Carol walked me to the door, her robe doing nothing to hide her amazing breasts and cleavage. Maybe by design.
She held the latch and peered at me sexily over the top of her glasses.
“You have a long… hard… think… about Saturday, you dirty boy.” she purred. “There’s so much more I want to do with you,” she said as she reached out and straightened my tie.
“I…will. I promise.” I said.
“Good.” Moving her mouth to my ear, she whispered. “And I promise, if you come on Saturday… you’ll cum harder…and for longer… than you’ve ever…ever…cum before.”