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"Ken"
Date: 5/21/2016, Categories: Anal Fetish, Gay Male, Author: Thaumaturge
... body. I sent the same to him but he let me know that he wasn't interested in my cock.....only my mouth and asshole. He said he really like the pic I had sent him where I'm wearing a pair of my wife's panties and cami top and asked if I still had it and if I could meet him later coudl I wear it. I told him that if I could find it I would wear it. We talked about what all we were into and not into and what we wanted to do and all that. My phone beeped for an incoming call so I hung up with him and answered it. It was my wife, they had made it and said they were short-handed so it would take them a couple more hours than they had planned. I told her it was OK and I'd see her later. We hung up and I went to the bedroom and started digging through boxes and bags that we never unpacked when we moved in the apartment months before. I found the outfit, stripped and then put it on. I used the camera in my laptop and took a couple pics to show him I had gained a few pounds since the last pics and sent them to his email. He answered saying my ass looked better with a little more meat on it and then asked if I had access to a skirt. I called him back and told him that my wife owned 3 dresses, a denim thigh-length, a calf-length formal and her wedding dress. He asked me that if he brought one and if fit would I consider wearing it and I told him sure. We made plans to meet at the WaffleHouse that was just down the road in 30 minutes for a face-to-face meeting to make sure we wanted to ...
... go further. I hung up and jumped in the shower and then did a "clean out". I put on the cami top and panties on under my jeans and the t-shirt I told him I'd be wearing. I passed one WaffleHouse to get to the one we agreed to meet at.....about 3/4 of a mile from the other one. I pull in the lot and see that other than him standing in the parking lot and the 3 employees inside it was desserted. Even though I don't have a conceal carry permit, my 9mm pistol was in the waistband of my jeans......just in case. I pulled in next to him and we introduced ourselves and went inside. We both ordered coffee and after the waitress poured us some and left we talked. It turned out he lived just down the road next to the WaffleHouse and could have walked. We had one last cup of coffee and we each left a $5 and left. I followed him to his house. I had driven by his house dozens of times over the years. He told me he grew up there and moved back in after his parents died. His wife died of cancer a few years ago and they had played together with men, women and other couples until she got sick. He stopped playing for a few years and he said I was only the second person he'd met with since she died. He said the first sounded promising, but when he met the guy.....k** actually......22 years old and was looking for a sugar daddy....knew it wouldn't work. Fortunately they never got to where he invited him to his place. We went in his house and then after an offer of a beer or something ...