I was not prepared for the loneliness. After John moved out to his little apartment, this house which, for twenty years was a beehive of child rearing family life, is now empty and cold.
When we first bought it, we had sex on every available horizontal surface and against some vertical ones. Just the sight of me seemed to give him an erection, the sight of which never failed to get me wet and willing.
By the time my second son was beginning to walk, our evenings consisted of a harried husband arriving home after a long day at the office to an exhausted wife. Sex, if it happened was under the sheets, missionary style, with little foreplay, followed by sleep.
Then, when the boys were in school, and was I getting my teaching degree, John was still building up the business. That was when I started to think about recreational sex. Ultimately, I succumbed to the overtures of a fellow teacher, a younger man, and learned some new tricks.
We were not very careful and eventually John got wind of my straying. He demanded that it stop and I agreed reluctantly. He was surprisingly uninterested in the details which disappointed me; I had hoped he would up his game to be competitive.
In the end, John wouldn’t accept the idea of recreational sex, sharing me with others, and we are divorcing. He feels threatened by my sexuality. It makes me extremely sad that we cannot find common ground on this; I truly do love him.
He has been gone for two weeks now and I’m lonely. My oldest son, John Jr, won’t return my calls, he’s angry with me. My youngest, my baby Ben, calls me every few days from his college dorm.
He seems so grown for a twenty-year-old; he “understands about mid-life crises, and hormonal imbalances” but wants me to become a faithful wife and mother again. When he presses me about that I can’t lie to my baby and he is hurt. He is working on John to come back to me.
Since John left, I guess he has been seeing Jan, a fellow teacher of mine and she has blabbed it around school. I’m learning that an attractive middle-aged divorcee is a pariah among wives, and a target for every self-styled Lothario around.
One teacher, a nice black woman who I knew only casually, has become friendly lately. She sat with me at lunch the other day and invited me to a BBQ on the next Saturday. Thinking it would be a teacher party I accepted.
When I got to their house, Sharone introduced me to another black couple, whose names I forget, her husband Ron, and his brother Ray, who is visiting for a week or two. I was the only pale face there; no other teachers appeared.
We opened beers and stood around chatting for a while as the grill heated up. They have a small pool which they heat. I was surprised when the other guy suggested a dip before eating, and everybody started to remove their clothes.
I had not brought a swimsuit and didn’t think the pool was big enough for six people to swim. Sharone came to me and said, “I hope you are alright with this, we are all swingers and nudists at heart. I thought you might want some new friends.”
I thought, “Well, what the hell, this might be interesting.” I started stripping along with everyone else. I’ve always wondered if the rumors about black men were true. My eyes popped when I got a glimpse of their junk. They may have been a bit aroused, but there were some wonderful-looking cocks hanging out.
I received an approving comment or two as my clothes came off. I was right, the pool was not for swimming, the water only came to our waists and is for socializing and soaking. Sharone came and placed her arm around my shoulders letting her breast brush lightly against mine, sending a thrill through me.
“My Ron is infertile, that’s why we have no children; and my ovaries are telling me time is running out. That is why his brother Ray is here; we want him to make me pregnant. I’m ovulating and he is going to inseminate me every day, maybe more than once.
“He and Ron are twins, a perfect situation for this. I hoped you might enjoy my husband for a while. He is all for it. Have you ever been with a black man?” I shook my head no.
Ron had moved close to us and heard her. He looked expectantly at me and so did the other couple, who must have known what was up. I was too surprised to respond immediately. Finally, I could speak.
“You mean right here, right now?” I looked down and could see Ron’s erection peeking up out of the water. It appeared to be very large. Without conscious awareness, I grasped it; it was hot and it jumped in my hand.
“Sure, why not?” She said. Before I knew what was happening I was surrounded by warm, dark bodies, cocks and breasts brushing against me, hands caressing my bottom and my tits, and Ron’s fingers touching my labia. I could feel my pussy getting wet from within.
“Relax and lie back,” the other woman whispered to me. Soon I felt hands supporting me horizontally on the warm water. My legs floated open and Ron moved between them. His hands reached around my hips and held my glutes, his fingers pulling my pussy lips open. The warm water kissed my anal rose.
I had to push his cock down to slide it along my pussy lips and over my clit. I was floating into a fugue state when Sharone’s lips touched mine. At that moment, Ron’s cock head nudged itself between my outer pussy lips and slipped into my vagina and stopped.
I must have flinched, or he may have sensed that he was bigger than I was used to; he waited for me to adjust. When I nodded to him he proceeded to make little hip movements, each of which pressed his cock a little deeper. The others were still touching me, kissing me and fondling me.
I kept expecting Ron to pull back, but he got deeper and deeper. Soon he entered virgin territory and I started cumming, and cumming, and cumming; and moaning, “Oh god, oh god, fuck, oh god!” A cock had never felt so good.
“You like my husband’s big black cock Claire?” Sharone whispered. I felt so full of him, I could only emit guttural noises. “He can cum in you, he can’t make you pregnant.”
Ron kept up a slow stroking movement for several minutes, then he stopped, fully in me. “Where would you like my cum?” He asked.
“Oh, cum in me, make me pregnant, make me your bitch.” Where did that come from, I wondered; I am not usually given to obscenities. He began to move more vigorously and soon announced his orgasm to everyone.
He held himself fully in me It seemed as if his cock grew fatter, I could feel his hot juice flowing around his cock, out of me and down my ass. He had dumped a large load in me. When I came back to the present we got out and Ron began drying me off with a fluffy beach towel. He chatted as he worked me over. It felt almost loving and tender to be toweled off by a man after sex. He kissed both nipples en passant, then said,
“That was delightful, thank you. I have never been with a white woman before, your pussy was so tight and wet I could fuck you all night.” His voice was low and soothing. “I hope we aren’t through for the night; I want more.”
And indeed we did have more; after burgers and drinks, Sharone took Ray by the hand and we all followed them to their bedroom. For the next thirty minutes, we watched the two of them make love, all the while the four of us were playing slap and tickle around their bed and cheering them on.
On several occasions, I was tempted to kiss Sharone and ask if I could lick her pussy cream from Ray’s cock. But they were in the zone and not to be disturbed. “Maybe another time,” I thought.
I’m not sure who did what, but I know I was fucked by both men and played with by their woman friend. I was in heaven; this is exactly what I needed except that I wished John had been there too. My legs were so shaky I almost couldn’t drive home.
Wow! I wanted John to know what I had just experienced, and for him to be waiting to reclaim me. But alas, he was gone.
