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I pretty much thought the week ahead was mapped out. Mainly, hanging around the pool working on my tan lines, while ogling the bikini clad Senoritas, and feeling sorry for all those folk up north freezing their asses off as the latest cold front sweeps through. But when I opened my profile I saw a message, surprisingly, from a Mexican couple. There had only been one other time that I had met locals through AFF, which is similar to SLS, in the 10 years I've been coming to Mexico for the winters, (but that is another story). The others have been resident gringos and I don’t get many of those these days as most of the people in my age group have aged out. However sex is never a big problem in Mazatlan and there's never been a need to rely on the site, with all the over 50, resident single American, but mostly Canadian Gringas who are always looking for a dance or dinner partner. If one is looking for something a bit younger in their 20s or 30s, there are lots of beautiful, hot Mexican working girls, but it is hard to beat the thrill of meeting and having sex with someone you've met online.

Now I would never betray the trust of anyone I have sex with by posting pictures or names. However I do like to write the stories and relive and share the erotica of it all. Even rereading years later can be arousing. It's kind of like a couple watching a video taken by the husband of his wife as she orgasms in the arms of another man.

But let's continue with this story: The message was from the male half asking me if I would assist him and his wife fulfilling a long time fantasy. Apologizing for his English, he explained he wanted me to give his wife a massage and then I would watch him have sex with her after.

Their profile stated he was 49, with a little extra padding, she was 45, and average, and they were voyeurs and liked to watch and be watched; Great, I like that too. I gathered from his messages, they had read my profile and saw I gave Icebreaker massages within 50 miles of my location on a portable massage table and he wanted to film me massaging his wife nude and then he would have sex with her while I watched and filmed them

I explained I would love to, except my massage table was back in Oregon, but I would be happy to massage her minus the table.

To my surprise he messaged right back asking if Friday was okay, which was only three days away and there was to be no public meeting. They would give me the name of the hotel on the morning of the event, which was scheduled in the afternoon at 5:30.

And of course as fate would have it, I was having friends over for dinner that evening. As most SLS members know, scheduling is always the hardest part as it has to be discreet and convenient for all parties involved.

He requested we switch to whatsapp as the site messages were a little slow. Not sure why but after we made the switch his messages were a lot more detailed and the English was better. I explained I had friends coming over for dinner and it would have to be earlier around 3:00 which is the usual time for checking in to the hotels. He agreed to 3:15 and that it should only take 3 hours max.

However I knew from previous experience with other couples that usually 2 hours was about tops for the actual sex part. I am always very excited and aroused when these rare events take place, and there was no exception this time.

Here I am at 73 meeting a couple nearly half my age for a pre-arranged sexual encounter. However as I said, I wasn't to actually have sex, just facilitate and assist, like a handmaiden you might say. I was also flattered when he said they liked my profile pictures. Which made me thankful once again of being blessed with good genes, but I do work hard to keep myself fit.

As soon as the date was set, the anticipation-magic began and whenever my mind wandered in that direction there were noticeable signs of arousal , especially laying around the pool in a swimsuit. Once again I was reminded how powerful a sex organ our minds are.

When I woke up Friday morning there was an incredibly detailed message waiting for me on Whatsapp titled (Rules). Pretty sure it was prescribed and fine tuned over time and had been used before: “ 1,You should arrive on time, freshly showers, well-dressed and groomed and your pubic area should be shaved, same as ours.

2.We will arrive and check in at 3:00, and message you the room number.

3. My wife is very shy, she will be ready for you laying face down on the bed wearing only panties.

4.You should be quiet, no talking, just remove your clothing, and I will briefly demonstrate how you should massage her.

5.You can touch and rub her genitalia, but no kissing, no penetration with fingers or penis.

6.After you massage her some, I will remove her panties and have sex with her, while you watch us in silence.

After sex the massage will continue and you can try to make her cum, using your fingers while I take pictures and give you instructions and sometimes assist.”

Wow, this was different! Every time I've been with a couple I was the one having sex with the lady of the house while the husband watched and took pictures or sometimes joined in.

To make sure everything went smoothly, and that I would be on time I checked out the hotel the day before. There was no parking, so I decided to arrive by taxi.

That evening before my shower I inspected “you know who” to make sure he was well groomed for the event. I've never been a hairy person with hardly any hair on my legs or chest and when I was an adolescent I was embarrassed taking a shower at school as I was about the only kid that didn't have any pubic hairs and when they finally arrived, they were cherished. But a couple of years back I caved to the pressure of my peers, well it was mostly one, (a she) and I started manscaping. However I always leave a little light patch just above the base of my cock to act as a lubricant on the lady of the moment's clit so it doesn’t feel like she is being fucked by a porcupine. She bought me a special manscaping trimmer, but after the initial bushwacking I find it a lot easier on my Knick knack paddy wacks using a safety razor and gently run it over my testicles and pubic area where it needs to be shaved. He seems to like the attention and sometimes stretches out for his grooming. But I'm straying from the story.

The next day I arrived early with an accelerated pulse rate, and waited at an outdoor Café next to the hotel sipping a Cappuccino, getting high on the adrenaline rush. I love this part almost as much as the meet.

The anticipation had my heart racing as I watched the time tick by on my watch and listened for the sound for a notification on my phone. It was like being on a powerful drug and I guess it is, except in this case it was my own body and brain causing the high, by releasing neurotransmitters and hormones causing an addictive high that I'm sure most AFF members who've ever been on a meet can identify with.

At 3:05 a message came in saying they were checked in and would send the room number in a few minutes. A moment of panic when, with unbelievably timing, my daughter tried to call from the States, but I let it go unanswered. It was unsettling to listen to the ring tone, But I smiled at the thought if she only knew what her old Pap was up to. A long ten minutes later the second message arrived saying: “I'll meet you out front. I'll be wearing a blue shirt, I saw you when we arrived by Uber.”

I Immediately shut off my phone, paid my bill. and walked around to the front of the hotel and there he was. He shook my hand and motioned for me to follow. At the room door he held a finger to his lips, motioning me to be silent. I could tell he was excited too, from the way his hand was shaking when he tried to open the door with the key card. It didn’t work on the first two tries, and he mumbled what I think were Spanish curse words. He gave a sigh of relief when it worked on the third try and motioned again to be silent as we entered the dimly lit room.

All the lights were off except the one in the bathroom and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust after coming in out of the bright sunlight. She was laying face down on the bed with a small towel over her rear.

He motioned for me to take off my clothing as he produced a bottle of massage oil. After pouring some in his hands he rubbed them together and whispered that I should do the same to warm the oil.

He started rubbing her back and shoulders, then stepped aside and motioned me to take over. He smiled when he saw my cock had obtained a semi, taking it as a compliment he smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

She was lying crosswise on the bed and I stood in front of her looking down at the back of her head. I could see she was wearing a black covid mask and from the way her rib cage was expanding with each breath, she was also in the moment.

I started, as he showed me, massaging her shoulders and upper back, slowly working my way down to her lower back, trying to perform my version of a serious professional massage. She moans softly in contentment as I massage her wrist and small hands, adorned with brightly painted nails with flower designs.

He removed the small towel and rolled her panties down a little so I could massage further down and as I leaned forward to reach the small of her back my testicles touch the back of her head. She was wearing black panties with high cut legs and a low waistband that looked expensive, but conservative enough to be comfortable, especially for a full figured woman like her.

He noticed a thread of my precum hanging from the tip of my cock touching the back of his wife's hair and motioned for me to move around and start doing her lower legs and feet. I took a lot of time with her feet, they were small with pedicured toenails and it made her moan when I massaged the balls of her tiny foot with my thumbs. I surmised they were not moans of sexual arousal, but more to communicate that I should continue with more of the same.

Next I started working my way upward from her ankles, kneading the calves of her legs and using long sweeping strokes with both hands from just above the back of her knees up the back of her thighs. Occasionally letting my fingertips sweep up the inside, to lightly touch the leg band of her panties, which caused her legs to part slightly.

Encouraged, on every second or third sweep upward I would let my fingers lightly brush the crotch of her panties, and each time her butt would rise up to follow the source of the titillation. By the time she was on her knees, my fingers were boldly tracing the silky material of her panties that outline the channel between her large libras. So large, one lip protruded out the side of her panties. By now I was rock hard and he moved in to take a close-up of my well-trimmed genitalia that was sticking up from my abdomen at a sharpish angle, before motioning for me with his hand to take it easy, and slow down.

Then he pulled the waistband of her panties down some more and whispered something to her and she laid back down on the bed. Then motioned for me to massage her butt cheeks. Which was out of reach so I climbed up on the bed and straddled one of her thighs. He was filming with his phone , but stopped and lifted her bunched up panties and slipped the leg band over my cock so the head protruded out the top of the waistband and had me hold the pose while he snapped pictures.

My left knee was now firmly in contact with her crotch and she was working herself against it as I I rolled the globes of her butt around in my hands.

He was breathing hard ( me too) when he tapped me on the shoulder and handed me his phone and motioned me to the side of the bed.

He still had the blue shirt on, perhaps to cover his belly, but was naked from the waist down and his cock was hard and sticking out from under it. He had one of those cocks that was short but extremely girthy. I started filming from the side of the bed as he pulled her panties off and spread her cheeks giving me a bird's eye view as he stuck his tongue into the brown ring of her anus, causing her to moan as her butt rose up. I zoomed in and could see through lens of the phone how the flesh on her butt pebbled up as she ass fucked his tongue.

My hand automatically started stroking my cock as I watched. The thrill of sharing the sexual intimacies of this couple who were more or less strangers to me minutes before, tested my willpower not to cum.

I had to step back and zoom back out as he crawled on top of her and straddled her butt. I thought he was going to ass fuck her, but he entered her vagina at a sharp downward angle that looked like the tip of his cock would make contact with her G-Spot.

I filmed him hammering into her while she expounded in Spanish under her mask. When he eventually rolled off her I zoomed in again, but saw no trace of semen. But there was a wet spot on the bedding. Which I surmised was from her, but was too much to be normal prelube.

Still breathing hard from exertion he took the phone back and whispered something to her and she turned over on her back and he motioned for me to start massaging again. And he had me start all over again with her feet, and legs then the hands and arms till he pointed at her breast. She had medium-sized breasts with dark nipples that were small for her build, I would've liked to suck them, but had to be content with teasing them into erection with my fingers.

Eventually he pointed towards her pussy and demonstrated with his fingers that I could touch and rub, but I was not to penetrate her. When she rolled over he had blindfolded her with one like used for sleeping.

I started tracing the brown swollen folds of her libras with my fingers and tickled her nipples with the other hand, causing her to moan and arch her body up in response. He whispered “Si, Si.” to me as he filmed. He paused for a moment and took one of her hands and placed it on my testicles, and uttered “Si, Si” as he filmed my cock bob and jump, in reaction to the featherily touch of her fingers. I watched her body language till I found what and where she liked my fingers to touch her. She had started rolling her hips around and moaning softly, uttering occasional “Si, Si” when my fingers found the mark.

I rolled her on her side so her butt was facing me and cradled one of her legs in the crook of my arm so I could reach in from behind while my other hand continued circling her clit. The double titillation was evidently too much for her and she suddenly pumped her hips and grabbed my hand causing a couple of my fingers to inadvertently slip inside of her. Her husband immediately wagged his finger at me and I had to distract them with some difficulty as she tried to push them in deeper. Apparently nothing was to go inside of her that didn't belong to her husband, but it seems she might have been a bit of a rule breaker.

He produced a pink vibrator from the bedside about 1 inches diameter and six inches long and slowly inserted it into her as she arched her body and spread her legs wider. It was loud and one of the older types. I could hear the buzzing when he turned it on which caused her to start making the unmistakable and Universal sounds of a woman on the edge or in orgasm.

A sound that is instantly recognized and cannot be mistaken for any other, whether it's muffling through the wall from the motel room next door, or from a half a block away through an open apartment window on summer night. She suddenly crossed her legs, one over the other, making a scissor grip and clamping her thighs down on the vibrator as her body twisted and withered from side to side. Her hands grasping the bedding at her side in the throes of passion as she starts to orgasm.

My eyes tried to capture it all as I moved around so I could roll her nipples in turn, between my fingers and finger her clit with the other as directed.

When I was slow to respond to her “Mas rapido mas duro” he pushed my hand away, and his fingers were just a blur on her clit. He must have known what was coming as he leaned in close with the phone, as the vocalizing under her mask was building and escalating to a crescendo.

I watched in awe as the muscles bulged and tensed in her thighs as she locked down tighter on the vibrator. Her husband was whispering something in her ear I presume from the tone were, endearment and encouragement in Spanish. She replied in almost a scream “Si, Si” and a liquid erupted like a fountain around the perimeter of the vibrator as her body jerked and spasms.

One would have thought that would have been the end of it ,but surprisingly he pulled the vibrator out and mounted her again, straddling both her legs and pushed his cock into her while her legs were still together. Still standing at the head I stepped back but he motioned for me to continue, so I cupped her breasts in the palm of my hand. He was pounding into her so hard I just opened my hands so that her erect nipples made contact with my palms each thrust

When he stretched out on top of her with his chest on her breast, I stepped to the side and towards their feet, caught up in the moment, my fingertips stroking between her thighs, sometimes making contact with his testicles as he pounded into her. Which seemed to excite him. I've never been homophobic and have always been comfortable with male to male contact doing couple play. Seeing the phone laying on the bed I started filming and was able to capture his orgasm from the rear. Strangely once again as he pulled out of her there was no sign of semen.

Curious on why both times they had sex her legs crossed together, even with the vibrator. I looked it up on Google (of course), and this is what I found that was the most relevant: ” When a woman crosses her legs, it makes the pelvic openings narrower (rectum, vagina, urethra).” And of course it would make it more pleasurable for the male as well.

Interestingly I also found the excerpt below which I can identify with as I also tense my thighs doing orgasm especially masturbation: “It seems that part of having an orgasm for many women is tightening up their pelvic muscles. This is yet another example of one of those things that women do which they think is “weird.” Most women whom I’ve spoken with give me one of their “oh-my-g-d-you’re-not-going-to-believe-me” looks when they admit that they need to seriously tense up and scrunch their muscles in order to orgasm. Well, listen up girls… Most women tense up in order to have an orgasm. It makes a certain amount of sense if you think about it. An orgasm happens when there is just too much stimulation in the nerves and they “shoot off” as a response. Tensing up the leg, thigh and pelvis muscles just add to the general tension so that it makes it easier to have an orgasm. There are even some women who can have orgasms just by squeezing their thighs together (That probably makes riding the NYC subways way more pleasurable).”

I was also curious about why there seemed to be no semen after Ejaculation and found the possible answer below:

“Retrograde ejaculation occurs when semen enters the bladder instead of emerging through the penis during orgasm. Although you still reach a sexual climax, you might ejaculate very little or no semen. This is sometimes called a dry orgasm. Retrograde ejaculation isn't harmful, but it can cause male infertility.”

He messaged me the next day saying he was trying to talk his wife into another meeting and film me penetrating her, but Easter holidays and family were getting in the way and he would get back to me afterward, But sadly I am leaving to return to the states on the 15th. “Life is Hard”