My first RHP meet

I’d been meeting couples for years in different countries, through clubs and various dating sites, but this was my first time scoring something through RHP.

A couple, "Nadia" and "John" (I've changed the names) had replied to my message two weeks earlier. They had a guest profile with no validations, which left me a little wary (sadly I’d been pranked before). We exchanged a few messages, then Nadia and I had a quick phone call. In our chat she explained what they were after, was very specific about what she liked and even sent a couple of porn pics as reference. It felt unusual and felt somewhat of a potential red flag, but also it made expectations clear.

Eventually she invited me to their home in southern Sydney on a Saturday night. I arrived showered, dressed for success, and in good spirits, though part of me was still braced for potential disappointment. I rang the doorbell, already preparing to apologise for the wrong address if things felt off.

Nadia opened the door wearing nothing but an open-cup lingerie set, black and sheer. Any lingering doubt vanished the moment I saw her. She smiled, warm and relaxed, and invited me inside. Their house was a mcmansion typical for the area, stylish and comfortable without feeling showy. She poured me a glass of bubbly and we chatted casually in the living room for a few minutes. Then she mentioned that John was waiting for us upstairs.

I followed her up the stairs, my eyes fixed on her toned legs and ass the whole way. By the time we reached the bedroom I was already aching with anticipation.

The oversized master bedroom was minimally furnished: a king-sized bed, two bedside tables, and a wall of mirrored wardrobes. Floor-to-ceiling windows were draped shut. It was dark outside, and the room was lit only by a few candles flickering on the bedside tables. A bottle of lube and several condoms sat ready on one of them. Slow instrumental music played quietly in the background. The whole setup felt deliberate and classy.

John sat in an armchair in the corner near the wardrobe, half-hidden in shadow, a drink in his hand. We shook hands briefly. He was polite but direct: he wanted my full attention on his wife. He was there simply to watch.

I undressed quickly. Nadia lay back on the bed, then shifted so her head hung off the edge. She took my balls into her mouth and sucked gently. I then rubbed my cock and balls across her face while she looked up at me. She gave the tip of my cock a light, teasing kiss, then slid off the bed and moved to a sheepskin rug on the floor in front of the draped windows. She got down on all fours, facing John.

I quickly rolled on a condom and joined her on the sheepskin. I ran my hands over her ass, then pulled her panties aside. She was incredibly wet. I pushed inside her and she let out a low, sensual throaty sound -- half gasp, half sigh, half moan. I fucked her hard and steady for several minutes. She was so slick, and with me being circumcised it felt just a right amount of pleasurable that I could go on and on. John watched us intently from his chair, sipping his drink occasionally.

Then a few minutes in she reached back and rubbed my thigh. I paused. She spread her cheeks for me. We’d talked about this beforehand, so I knew exactly what she wanted. I pressed the head of my cock against her ass and eased in slowly but firmly. Once I was fully inside, she whispered “wait.” I stayed still until she nodded. Then I started moving, slow at first, then gradually building speed. I reached around and massaged her boobs while I fucked her perfect ass. John began stroking himself, which I took as the highest compliment.

It wasn’t long before I felt myself getting close. I pulled out, stripped off the condom, and came across her backside. When I finished, she stood up, turned to me, kissed me deeply on the lips, then gave me a warm hug.

It was clear the night was over for now. I gathered my clothes. She walked me to the bedroom door, still naked with my cum glistening on her butt and upper thighs, and whispered “thank you” before closing the door behind me.

I got dressed in the hallway, went downstairs, and let myself out. I hoped they had a great time after I left.

The next morning I received a message from both Nadia and John thanking me for a great night, which I thought was sweet. I replied that I’d enjoyed it too and would be happy to meet again if they wanted, but this of course is entirely up to them.