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I tried to seduce a couple and failed.  

SilyconBond 52M  
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7/17/2020 8:10 pm

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I tried to seduce a couple and failed.


In this age of COVID…things suck for me. I’m a social guy. Yes, I know, I am here. I’m not on online guy…yet. I have been IM’d by two couples….and I have failed at sending a pic to secure the meeting.

So, I reasoned it must be a lot different trying to seduce a couple than just a normal woman in person. I was in Austin, at a coffee shop when I struck up a conversation with a couple, not quite my age. I have lots of experience with social group interactions, just none to get sex from the group. I want that experience, so this was an experiment on how far I could push the boundary. Plus, it never hurts to make new friends. Sex is not the end-all for me. I like having personal connections with people, even if sex is not involved.

So I had this conversational vibe going with both of them. I mean, she was really into me, and he smiled a lot. For some reason, she had these occasional sarcastic remarks about him. I thought there were some underwater insecurity issues with her, but I liked the guy. I could tell he has a technical background. Why bring someone down like that? Each time she shot him down. I built him right back up. I could tell he wasn’t very socially experienced.

Anyway, he invited me back to their house after about thirty minutes of talk. It was bold. People that are risk-takers elevate my interest. I thought we would just exchange numbers and split. There was very little chance even that would happen. An opportunity, I accepted, drove there. They live in a really nice upscale neighborhood not too far away from there.

I parked my car upfront. Knocked on the door. He invited me in. Keep in mind I was not expecting sex at this point. All we had done was talk playfully outside the coffee shop. He offered me a drink. Sure. Water, I said. He had whiskey. Water. I have to drive.

His transition in conversation was strange to me. Just him and me in the living room talking. “So what do you think of my wife?” He asked. We had been talking about pets. They had two cats. Every owner has stories about their pets and brags on their personalities. So it was easy to get him to talk about them.

I answered with a line that got him to laugh. She wasn’t in the room. Besides my comment was right on the mark about her behavior I witnessed outside the coffee shop. I won’t tell you it, because I use it sometimes, and it's catchy.

Then, I said, “Is she getting ready for me? Or just taking her bra off?” I haven’t met a woman yet who didn’t discard her bra within minutes of coming home if she knew she was staying home. His wife had a nice set, therefore I thought hated her bra more
than women with smaller boobs, maybe all women hate their bras, don’t know.

He stared at me then, “This is really happening. She said it might. I can’t believe it.” He said. He rubbed his hands together and started pacing. He looked nervous and then started running back and forth in the living room area. “Uh,” I said. Trying to think of something to calm him down.

Finally, after three back and forth<b> trips </font></b>across the room, “She’s up the stairs, the last door on the right. Getting ready.”

“Ok. Maybe you should go get her. You seem….” I didn’t even finish before he ran out of the room. WTF? Was he getting some medication or something?

Then I heard a door slam. I walked to the kitchen area where I thought he went, confused. Only one other door besides the sliding glass door, and he didn’t go there. I could see the whole back yard area through it.

I opened the other door, and he was in his car, pulling out of the garage. HUH?
Who the fuck leaves a stranger in his home that he just met a little over an hour ago? That guy. That guy that drove off. The garage door closed as his car pulled out of the driveway.

Do I leave? There must be something wrong with him I thought. What to do? What to do? I thought I needed to at least tell his wife he was acting strange.

Hmmm… Cookie jar on the counter. I opened it. FUCK! No cookies. I put the lid back on. “Hello?!” I yelled. Nothing. A cat jumped on the counter. I petted it for a few seconds, listening to it purr.

Then I went looking for his wife, upstairs he said. Last door something…

The door was open. She was sitting on their bed watching her cell, still dressed in the clothes at the shop. She was not an unattractive woman. Thicker eyebrows than I have ever seen, but that wasn’t a deal-breaker. Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes. She had this starry eye look that made me check behind me.

“Whatcha watching?” I asked. Her smile blossomed and made me forget about her husband.

“You walk around downstairs, then come upstairs. We have cameras all over the house.” She said.

“You do? Even in here?” I asked. I assumed she had seen what happened to him.

I couldn’t see where the cameras were. So I waved and posed, overemphasized my movements, pretended to be mime getting out of the box. She laughed and pointed to the direction of the camera in this room.

I still could not see it. A lot of knickknacks on the shelves she pointed to. I hopped on the bed, laid down with my head on the pillow and my feet facing the invisible camera. Still about three feet away from her.

I looked at her and winked. That’s all, I swear.

“You are the strangest man we’ve ever met.” She said.

“I’m sure you say that to all the men you get into your bed,” I said.

She blushed, so I pulled back my comment a little with my hand movements. It calmed her a bit.

She eased closer to me on the bed. I reached out and rubbed a strand of her brown hair. Feeling it between my fingers. She tilted her head up, getting her chin closer to me another couple inches.

I should have stopped there I guess. I couldn’t.I just felt this tension. I just knew as her nostrils flared that she wanted more. I should have asked about him. Being the douche I am, I rose up and kissed her lightly on the lips.

It progressed from there.

Touches, kisses, clothes started to be peeled away. Little by little, more and more skin was exposed. I was pleasantly surprised she was more attractive naked than clothed. I know she was surprised by me. Kept saying I had nice arms and legs, which would not have been true a couple years ago.

She kept going for my dick, and I kept teasing her with it. A little touch here, then pull away. I let it slide on her legs, then pull away. Got it close to her head, then moved away. I kept massaging, kissing, moving. I eventually just slid it up and down her slit. I enjoyed her frustration as she kept getting more forceful, till finally…

“Either put your dick in my pussy or get the fuck out. I can’t stand it any longer.” She yelled at me.

I laughed, and got on top of her fully, finally sliding my cock into her. “Oh FUCK!” She said.

“I get that a lot,” I said. ( I don't. But what else was I supposed to say?) Her hands were gripping the covers of the bed, and her neck strained. She had a grimace look on her mouth. I wasn’t sure she was cumming. Maybe it just felt really good to her.
“That was quick,” I said, watching her pant.
“Quick? It was fucking intense. You made me wait long enough. Hurry, my husband has to pick up the in twenty minutes.” She said.
Fuck! I forgot about him. “He ran off. Did I scare him?” I asked as I slow stroked.
“Stop talking and just fuck me.” She said.
I weighed the consequences in my head of him showing up with their . Inside I was laughing if he had to explain to them why I was here. Yet, the guy had issues. I’m not comfortable making any scene in front of . need security, and they need peace in the family.
I took my time to build up anyway. Trying to gauge from her reactions when to go all out.
“I knew you would be a good fuck when we first met you.” She said crudely after a while.
“Oh yeah…How?” I asked and went a little faster, breathing heavier.
“I just knew. Oh…so close…just a little more…cum in me?” She whined in a higher pitch.
I sped up. Her body shook under me and her face looked to be in almost pain. I did cum. She “Ahhhh!”’ed as I did.

Then she ruined it for me. I slowed and was going to kiss her.
“Nope! I got what I wanted. You can leave now. I keep the cookies in the pantry, you can have one or two on your way out. You were pretty good.” She said a little hostile and patted my cheek. Kissing was good before? But not after sex? I really like to kiss after, and touch…I like the good feels after the climax.

I got dressed slowly, thinking. She went into the adjacent bathroom. I didn’t bother to say goodbye. I felt numb. I walked downstairs, the door to the garage from the kitchen opened when I got there.

Her husband and two smallish girls came into the kitchen. Had twenty minutes gone by already? I looked at him feeling awkward. I put on my best face anyway.

He avoided direct eye contact and reached for his wallet.
“Dude…I don’t want any money.” I said.
“It’s my business card.” He said as he pulled it from his wallet.
I got one of mine from my wallet and handed it to him. I left. I couldn’t think of anything to say.

I was miles down the road when I got a text from him. Maybe for people on this site, this happens to them all the time. Me…this was a weird first. He thanked me?

This wasn’t what I had in mind at all. So many things I didn’t understand. Why was she mad at me? Or was she mad at him? The chemistry between them was off for me. Being told I was “pretty good” and have a cookie. Made me feel like a little . I had a different picture in my head from the get-go.

I wasn’t even going to write this post, but he texted me twice. Can the chemistry get better? Do I have to drag him upstairs? Keep in mind, I’m not gay. My expectations were so far out of whack to the reality of the situation. It feels like they have done this before, and I am new to this. Almost the first time out to try, and…this? It makes no sense to me internally. When I first tried to improve my social skills, I got hundreds of rejections before anything happened. This doesn’t feel real. Maybe I should have just left my card on the counter and not gone upstairs? Or do couples just fish online?

I really feel like I could have him as a friend. Her, not so much. Or maybe I could if we talked it out. Only I feel like she doesn’t talk things out much.

Good moments/Bad moments – they almost equal out in my head. No one to share this experience with, except here. I told him I would meet them Saturday morning on my text back. Then he texted me four freaking more times. What the fuck? I committed, that should end the conversation unless things come up. The sex was ok. That still qualifies as good. I guess I want more of a long term smolder to raging fire kind of thing. The kind where you can get to know the other person so well, a caress of a finger can turn them on. She seemed like the type of woman that starts full out from the go. Thatis not a bad thing, but it might not be my thing with her. I’ve had great relationships start with sex on the first date. I’ve had great relationships that took time to develop. Every single person has their own expectations, and I am fine with it. What I not fine with is neediness. If I stay involved will he text me everyday? It will frustrate and annoy me.

SilyconBond 52M  
103 posts
7/17/2020 8:11 pm

In this age of COVID…things suck for me. I’m a social guy. Yes, I know, I am here. I’m not on online guy…yet. I have been IM’d by two couples….and I have failed at sending a pic to secure the meeting.

So, I reasoned it must be a lot different trying to seduce a couple than just a normal woman in person. I was in Austin, at a coffee shop when I struck up a conversation with a couple, not quite my age. I have lots of experience with social group interactions, just none to get sex from the group. I want that experience, so this was an experiment on how far I could push the boundary. Plus, it never hurts to make new friends. Sex is not the end-all for me. I like having personal connections with people, even if sex is not involved.

So I had this conversational vibe going with both of them. I mean, she was really into me, and he smiled a lot. For some reason, she had these occasional sarcastic remarks about him. I thought there were some underwater insecurity issues with her, but I liked the guy. I could tell he has a technical background. Why bring someone down like that? Each time she shot him down. I built him right back up. I could tell he wasn’t very socially experienced.

Anyway, he invited me back to their house after about thirty minutes of talk. It was bold. People that are risk-takers elevate my interest. I thought we would just exchange numbers and split. There was very little chance even that would happen. An opportunity, I accepted, drove there. They live in a really nice upscale neighborhood not too far away from there.

I parked my car upfront. Knocked on the door. He invited me in. Keep in mind I was not expecting sex at this point. All we had done was talk playfully outside the coffee shop. He offered me a drink. Sure. Water, I said. He had whiskey. Water. I have to drive.

His transition in conversation was strange to me. Just him and me in the living room talking. “So what do you think of my wife?” He asked. We had been talking about pets. They had two cats. Every owner has stories about their pets and brags on their personalities. So it was easy to get him to talk about them.

I answered with a line that got him to laugh. She wasn’t in the room. Besides my comment was right on the mark about her behavior I witnessed outside the coffee shop. I won’t tell you it, because I use it sometimes, and it's catchy.

Then, I said, “Is she getting ready for me? Or just taking her bra off?” I haven’t met a woman yet who didn’t discard her bra within minutes of coming home if she knew she was staying home. His wife had a nice set, therefore I thought hated her bra more
than women with smaller boobs, maybe all women hate their bras, don’t know.

He stared at me then, “This is really happening. She said it might. I can’t believe it.” He said. He rubbed his hands together and started pacing. He looked nervous and then started running back and forth in the living room area. “Uh,” I said. Trying to think of something to calm him down.

Finally, after three back and forth trips across the room, “She’s up the stairs, the last door on the right. Getting ready.”

“Ok. Maybe you should go get her. You seem….” I didn’t even finish before he ran out of the room. WTF? Was he getting some medication or something?

Then I heard a door slam. I walked to the kitchen area where I thought he went, confused. Only one other door besides the sliding glass door, and he didn’t go there. I could see the whole back yard area through it.

I opened the other door, and he was in his car, pulling out of the garage. HUH?
Who the fuck leaves a stranger in his home that he just met a little over an hour ago? That guy. That guy that drove off. The garage door closed as his car pulled out of the driveway.

Do I leave? There must be something wrong with him I thought. What to do? What to do? I thought I needed to at least tell his wife he was acting strange.

Hmmm… Cookie jar on the counter. I opened it. FUCK! No cookies. I put the lid back on. “Hello?!” I yelled. Nothing. A cat jumped on the counter. I petted it for a few seconds, listening to it purr.

Then I went looking for his wife, upstairs he said. Last door something…

The door was open. She was sitting on their bed watching her cell, still dressed in the clothes at the shop. She was not an unattractive woman. Thicker eyebrows than I have ever seen, but that wasn’t a deal-breaker. Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes. She had this starry eye look that made me check behind me.

“Whatcha watching?” I asked. Her smile blossomed and made me forget about her husband.

“You walk around downstairs, then come upstairs. We have cameras all over the house.” She said.

“You do? Even in here?” I asked. I assumed she had seen what happened to him.

I couldn’t see where the cameras were. So I waved and posed, overemphasized my movements, pretended to be mime getting out of the box. She laughed and pointed to the direction of the camera in this room.

I still could not see it. A lot of knickknacks on the shelves she pointed to. I hopped on the bed, laid down with my head on the pillow and my feet facing the invisible camera. Still about three feet away from her.

I looked at her and winked. That’s all, I swear.

“You are the strangest man we’ve ever met.” She said.

“I’m sure you say that to all the men you get into your bed,” I said.

She blushed, so I pulled back my comment a little with my hand movements. It calmed her a bit.

She eased closer to me on the bed. I reached out and rubbed a strand of her brown hair. Feeling it between my fingers. She tilted her head up, getting her chin closer to me another couple inches.

I should have stopped there I guess. I couldn’t.I just felt this tension. I just knew as her nostrils flared that she wanted more. I should have asked about him. Being the douche I am, I rose up and kissed her lightly on the lips.

It progressed from there.

Touches, kisses, clothes started to be peeled away. Little by little, more and more skin was exposed. I was pleasantly surprised she was more attractive naked than clothed. I know she was surprised by me. Kept saying I had nice arms and legs, which would not have been true a couple years ago.

She kept going for my dick, and I kept teasing her with it. A little touch here, then pull away. I let it slide on her legs, then pull away. Got it close to her head, then moved away. I kept massaging, kissing, moving. I eventually just slid it up and down her slit. I enjoyed her frustration as she kept getting more forceful, till finally…

“Either put your dick in my pussy or get the fuck out. I can’t stand it any longer.” She yelled at me.

I laughed, and got on top of her fully, finally sliding my cock into her. “Oh FUCK!” She said.

“I get that a lot,” I said. ( I don't. But what else was I supposed to say?) Her hands were gripping the covers of the bed, and her neck strained. She had a grimace look on her mouth. I wasn’t sure she was cumming. Maybe it just felt really good to her.
“That was quick,” I said, watching her pant.
“Quick? It was fucking intense. You made me wait long enough. Hurry, my husband has to pick up the kids in twenty minutes.” She said.
Fuck! I forgot about him. “He ran off. Did I scare him?” I asked as I slow stroked.
“Stop talking and just fuck me.” She said.
I weighed the consequences in my head of him showing up with their kids. Inside I was laughing if he had to explain to them why I was here. Yet, the guy had issues. I’m not comfortable making any scene in front of kids. Kids need security, and they need peace in the family.
I took my time to build up anyway. Trying to gauge from her reactions when to go all out.
“I knew you would be a good fuck when we first met you.” She said crudely after a while.
“Oh yeah…How?” I asked and went a little faster, breathing heavier.
“I just knew. Oh…so close…just a little more…cum in me?” She whined in a higher pitch.
I sped up. Her body shook under me and her face looked to be in almost pain. I did cum. She “Ahhhh!”’ed as I did.

Then she ruined it for me. I slowed and was going to kiss her.
“Nope! I got what I wanted. You can leave now. I keep the cookies in the pantry, you can have one or two on your way out. You were pretty good.” She said a little hostile and patted my cheek. Kissing was good before? But not after sex? I really like to kiss after, and touch…I like the good feels after the climax.

I got dressed slowly, thinking. She went into the adjacent bathroom. I didn’t bother to say goodbye. I felt numb. I walked downstairs, the door to the garage from the kitchen opened when I got there.

Her husband and two smallish girls came into the kitchen. Had twenty minutes gone by already? I looked at him feeling awkward. I put on my best face anyway.

He avoided direct eye contact and reached for his wallet.
“Dude…I don’t want any money.” I said.
“It’s my business card.” He said as he pulled it from his wallet.
I got one of mine from my wallet and handed it to him. I left. I couldn’t think of anything to say.

I was miles down the road when I got a text from him. Maybe for people on this site, this happens to them all the time. Me…this was a weird first. He thanked me?

This wasn’t what I had in mind at all. So many things I didn’t understand. Why was she mad at me? Or was she mad at him? The chemistry between them was off for me. Being told I was “pretty good” and have a cookie. Made me feel like a little kid. I had a different picture in my head from the get-go.

I wasn’t even going to write this post, but he texted me twice. Can the chemistry get better? Do I have to drag him upstairs? Keep in mind, I’m not gay. My expectations were so far out of whack to the reality of the situation. It feels like they have done this before, and I am new to this. Almost the first time out to try, and…this? It makes no sense to me internally. When I first tried to improve my social skills, I got hundreds of rejections before anything happened. This doesn’t feel real. Maybe I should have just left my card on the counter and not gone upstairs? Or do couples just fish online?

I really feel like I could have him as a friend. Her, not so much. Or maybe I could if we talked it out. Only I feel like she doesn’t talk things out much.

Good moments/Bad moments – they almost equal out in my head. No one to share this experience with, except here. I told him I would meet them Saturday morning on my text back. Then he texted me four freaking more times. What the fuck? I committed, that should end the conversation unless things come up. The sex was ok. That still qualifies as good. I guess I want more of a long term smolder to raging fire kind of thing. The kind where you can get to know the other person so well, a caress of a finger can turn them on. She seemed like the type of woman that starts full out from the go. Thatis not a bad thing, but it might not be my thing with her. I’ve had great relationships start with sex on the first date. I’ve had great relationships that took time to develop. Every single person has their own expectations, and I am fine with it. What I not fine with is neediness. If I stay involved will he text me everyday? It will frustrate and annoy me.


Only_one_14 51F  
1659 posts
7/17/2020 10:36 pm

I’m annoyed by him and it’s not even me he is texting. I guess if you are looking to wet your dick and you are settling for something ok but why waste your time, energy on a have some cookies kind of woman... I guess, it better then no sex.

“Women have a wonderful instinct about things. They can discover everything except the obvious.” ~ Oscar Wilde


author51 57F  
102822 posts
7/17/2020 11:01 pm

Boy, you had an interesting night indeed.The man sounds very needy or maybe a tad nervous if he is texting you that often..I am one myself if the chemistry is not there after the first time, it won't be there the second time..Just my thoughts..Stay safe Hun....xoxo

One can never have enough JOY in their life...


seems6666 50F
4124 posts
7/18/2020 5:21 am

You said "what guy leaves a stranger in his house with his wife",, you went to a strangers house.. just like that... there could have been a gang of men in there waiting to gang bang you or kill you!
Sounds to me like she likes to fuck other men and he has gone along with it but doesn't really like it.
Oh and you are on camera in every room including the bedroom.... might see you on fuckmywife.com soon
How much do you like cookies?


SilyconBond 52M  
103 posts
7/18/2020 6:39 pm

    Quoting Only_one_14:
    I’m annoyed by him and it’s not even me he is texting. I guess if you are looking to wet your dick and you are settling for something ok but why waste your time, energy on a have some cookies kind of woman... I guess, it better then no sex.
This morning...I got no sex. It's a long story, and I had other things to do than write about it. I won't be seeing them anymore as far as I know.


SilyconBond 52M  
103 posts
7/18/2020 6:45 pm

    Quoting author51:
    Boy, you had an interesting night indeed.The man sounds very needy or maybe a tad nervous if he is texting you that often..I am one myself if the chemistry is not there after the first time, it won't be there the second time..Just my thoughts..Stay safe Hun....xoxo
Girls have the option of a second chance most of the time with me. I have boundaries if they cross, there is no going back. Stealing is one. I was given a second chance by several women in my life and that turned out good for both of us. One had a complete meltdown because she started her cycle on our first time in bed together. I asked her out the next day, then the next, until she felt comfortable. We saw each other for years until she moved away.


SilyconBond 52M  
103 posts
7/18/2020 6:52 pm

    Quoting seems6666:
    You said "what guy leaves a stranger in his house with his wife",, you went to a strangers house.. just like that... there could have been a gang of men in there waiting to gang bang you or kill you!
    Sounds to me like she likes to fuck other men and he has gone along with it but doesn't really like it.
    Oh and you are on camera in every room including the bedroom.... might see you on fuckmywife.com soon
    How much do you like cookies?
Meeting them in person didn't feel like I was in danger. Their house was a lot nicer than my own. There is a site called fuckmywife.com? I didn't know that. I am ignorant about a lot things though.

I like cookies more than almost any other desert. I can't stand cake, because of the negative brain washing the Army did to me. I do like cheesecake. It's rare that I eat any desert though.


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