To begin with, my name is Beverly, and I should start by confessing that I am a woman with an insatiable appetite for sex. I got into swinging when I turned 20, and attended many swinger events. I met Jack at a sex club. He told me he fell in love with me while watching me getting gangbanged by six well-endowed men.
After we married, we continued in the lifestyle. In this story, I was sitting on my living room couch, with my flimsy robe open and a vibrator between my legs, while watching a kinky movie on the sex channel of my TV, when the doorbell chimed.
I normally wouldn’t have answered the door dressed as I was, but I thought it was my good friend, Sara, who said she might drop by this afternoon. Sara and I have enjoyed an intimate relationship over the past couple of years. I have shared her with my husband as well.
Instead, I was surprised to find my old friend, Jerry, standing on the doorstep. I hadn’t seen Jerry in years since he moved to another state. He had grown a beard since I last saw him, so it took me a moment to recognize him. Realizing my state of undress, I wrapped my short robe tighter around my body as I stepped aside to invite him in.
I closed the door behind him and said, “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company. Mind giving me a moment to get into something more decent?”
“You don’t have to bother, Beverly,” he said. “I just stopped by to say hello while I was in town. I wasn’t even sure if you still lived in the same house. I can leave.”
“Don’t be silly. It’s been a long time since we last saw each other,” I said, and offered him a drink. He agreed to stay for a short visit.
With thoughts of my past times with Jerry suddenly filling my head, I had forgotten about the movie I was watching and the vibrator I had left sitting on the couch. The movie was still playing, and the female porn star was getting screwed by two men. I shut the TV off as quickly as I could, but I knew Jerry had already seen what I was watching. He also noticed my vibrator on the couch that I quickly removed.
“Reminds me of old times. Still the same Bev I used to know,” Jerry said.
“Some things never change. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable,” I said while I walked into the kitchen and pulled out two beers from the fridge.
As I handed Jerry a cold beer, I remembered the first time he seduced me early in my life as a swinger, while we parked in his truck and he unzipped his pants to show me his erection. The sight of his cock got me hot and bothered, and I had to have it. I gave him a blowjob in the front seat of his truck while he groped my tits and flooded my mouth with his semen.
We had more fun times together after that. The pleasures he gave to my pussy were amazing. My mind had drifted so far at that point that I didn’t even hear what Jerry was saying, until he stood up and put a hand on my shoulder to get my attention.
“Are you okay, Bev?” he asked.
“Huh?” I said, slightly startled. “Yes, sorry. I got distracted for a moment. What did you say again?”
“I asked where Jack was,” he said.
“He’s at his office,” I replied.
Jerry smiled. “So, are you two still swinging after all these years?”
“Well, Jerry, as I said, some things never change,” I coyly replied. “Jack still encourages me to be a ‘hotwife’.”
We settled on the couch and continued our conversation.
“On my way over here, I started thinking about how Jack and I and two other guys gangbanged you at the country cabin,” Jerry began. “I have to tell you that night is one of my fondest memories. You were so fucking hot that night, you wore us all out, and you still wanted more!”
It was clear to me that he was flirting, just like he did when I knew him back then. Now he had me curious to see where he was going with this.
“Just thinking about that night got me so aroused as I was driving over here.” He paused dramatically. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he sidled up close to me and said, “Do you remember that first time in my pickup truck when I showed my cock to you?”
“Uh-huh, I remember,” I said, squirming slightly next to him.
“Would you like me to show you how hard my cock is for you right now?”
I shook my head. He hadn’t changed a bit. Even his seduction technique was the same. Just like he had that night, he took my hand and placed it over his erection that bulged the crotch of his pants.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want this,” he continued, seducing me with his words. “I know you, Beverly. I’ll bet that pretty little pussy of yours is dripping wet right now, just like it always did when we got together.”
I had to admit that he was right. I was already hot and wet when I answered the door, and his cock would be a hell of a lot more satisfying than that movie and vibrator.
“Okay, you got me. But you’d better still have what it takes to get me off,” I said.
Then I stood up and sashayed out of the room, looking back only once to make sure he was following me. I led him straight down the hall and into the bedroom, turned down the bed, tossed my robe over the dresser, and lay back to watch him undress.
I softly chuckled to watch Jerry struggle out of his clothes, hopping to take off his shoes and socks, stumbling and tripping to get naked as fast as possible. I was pleased to see that he was already super-hard for me, his knobby, veiny rod standing out straight from his crotch and dripping pre-cum as he climbed onto the bed with me.
He spent considerable time playing with my breasts before slipping his hand down to rub my steamy pussy. “My God!” Jerry moaned, “You still have the hottest, slickest pussy I’ve ever felt.”
“It’s all yours, baby,” I said, and he quickly replaced his hand with his mouth.
I have to give my old lover credit for knowing how to stir my juices. His talented tongue soon had me writhing in orgasms and gushing my juices all over his face. I used to get embarrassed when I squirted like that, but then I discovered that it excited the men I was with, and now I take pride in my ability to squirt like a woman pissing. Jerry was eager to lap up every drop he could get his tongue on, which helped to get me off two more times before he finally finished using me as his noontime meal.
I was still on my back, panting from three consecutive orgasms, when Jerry moved up to mount me. He lined his cock up and entered my pussy in one smooth stroke, and soaked his cock in the tight walls of my cunt with his balls resting against my ass, desperately trying to control himself.
“Come on, fuck me,” I said, trying to get him to move.
“I can’t. If I move, I’m going to cum,” he struggled with a reply.
He was even hornier than I was, and though he tried hard to hold it back, he only managed a few strokes before he gasped and discharged a deluge of hot, creamy goop deep inside my quivering cunt.
Jerry remained hard and buried inside me even after his premature ejaculation, and after he had a moment to regain his composure, he began pumping in and out of me once more. It felt good to have Jerry between my legs again, and the squishy sounds of his shaft thrusting in and out of my sloppy pussy got me even hotter and wetter than I already was.
Jerry continued to fuck me with a deep and steady rhythm that had me begging him to fuck me harder.
“My God, you’re a horny little woman, aren’t you?” he excitedly exclaimed as his hips moved into a hammering motion. “I want to fuck you all day long, and make up for lost time, baby!”
“Then, do it! I want the same thing,” I moaned as the pleasure mounted in my loins and spread throughout my body.
My pussy was so wet that our combined cum started to squish out of me as his cock pumped inside me. I felt the creamy liquid lather my inner thighs and his balls as they slapped against my ass.
We fucked for hours when Jerry got his game going, and when we couldn’t fuck anymore, we fell asleep, his limp cock still lodged in my pussy. When he got hard again while still inside me, I felt him move, and I woke up for a quickie before going back to sleep, cradled in his arms.
When Jack arrived home later that afternoon, he heard a lot of moaning and found us in the bedroom, fucking up a storm. Most guys would have got out the shotgun to discover a scene like that, but Jack was happy to see Jerry back in town and fucking his wife.
The three of us had dinner together, and later skinny-dipped in our backyard pool. Then we engaged in the bedroom where both men spit-roasted me for the rest of the night, just like old times.
Jerry spent the night at our house, the three of us entangled in our king-sized bed. Jerry left the next morning, after one last quick fuck in the shower. I told him to stop by the next time he was in town. He satisfied me better than any dirty movie and vibrator ever could, and my husband joining in was a bonus. After I kissed Jerry goodbye, I was looking forward to having him do it again.
