I’m typically a very modest man. A bit shy, and always misreading signs from members of the opposite sex, thinking ‘I’m just imagining it, there’s no way she’s interested in me’. To this end, I’ve never been a “lady’s man”, with multiple partners, side chicks etc. My body count is small, usurped by nearly every partner I’ve had, except maybe one. Now before you go making assumptions, no, I’m not ugly. Or so I’ve been told. Just shy. I wasn’t popular as a teen and it keeps me humble. So now you know a bit about me.
This story is about one absolutely crazy day. I think back on it and find myself in wonder. I was recently separated. My wife had left to pursue another man. He made more money at the time (guess who’s laughing now?), and she was very materialistic. That pursuit was only good for 6 months. I laugh, hahaha. But; it was too late for her to come back. She made her bed…. But I digress. She had been out of my life for a couple of months, during which I buried myself in work, because well, that’s what I do. I can’t dwell on things if I have no time to think.
The day started on a bright late summer Saturday morning. The day was absolutely beautiful, yet I was miserable. I had the day off. I had no chores, no work to keep me busy. I struggled through a bowl of cold cereal in a paper bowl, hating everything, wondering how to fill my day; to take my mind off the fact that today was my wedding anniversary. Or was, at least. I finally decided on taking my bike and going for a ride. My cruiser, the wind in my face, always let me get lost in its low rumble and the road; my mind completely blank. I needed that. Blankness.
So, I donned my jacket and helmet fired up 1500 cc’s of peace and hit the road. I drove aimlessly for a couple hours, before finding myself near a friend’s apartment. I decided to go say hello.
I walked up to the door and knocked, she answered the door in a tank top, no bra, and a pair of loose shorts, her small frame outlined in the sunlight coming through the window. She made small talk, things like; ‘how’ve you been?’ and ‘you been keeping busy?’; as she went about doing her laundry.
I followed her around as she went about her menial tasks, offering to help; I had nothing better to do. She asked for help putting something away above the dryer, to which I happily agreed. As I reached up to put the box on the shelf, she bent over, her ass rubbing against my crotch. I looked at her in disbelief.
“Did you do that on purpose?”
“Maybe,” she responded with a mischievous smile. “Is it o.k. if I did?”
“Um…” my brain still processing, “I guess. Yeah.” I stumbled.
That was all the permission she needed I guess, as she stepped up to me her body against mine and ran her hand against my crotch. Now, I’ve always had an overactive libido, couple that loneliness and no activity for several months, (since before my wife left); and yes, my reaction was immediate; much to my friend’s pleasure. This encouraged her to rub her hand faster and harder against me.
I stopped her, holding her hand away from my body. The look of disappointment that spread across her face was only momentary, as I lifted her up and set her on the dryer. I hooked my arms under her legs and began to work my fingers into the elastic band of her shorts. She lifted her ass, and her shorts slid off with ease. No panties. I dipped my head to taste the waters hidden in the smooth mound that greeted me. She tangled her fingers in my hair and held my face against as her fist climax came in less than 30 seconds. A minute later a second one, then a third. On the fourth climax, she clenched her legs against my head as her juices trickled down the front of the dryer.
She released her grip, eased down off the dryer, and pulled me by my belt back into the kitchen. She undid my belt, pushing my pants the floor and reveled at the site of eight inches of meat staring back at her. She touched it, lightly, then bent down, licking the pre-cum off the tip before taking the length into her mouth far enough to hit the back of her throat. She backed off, and stroked a few more times, coaxing the last inch of my length to reveal itself. Then she bent over the kitchen chair, looked back at me and smiled.
I obliged her by sliding every inch I could into her. When I could go no further, I began long rhythmic stokes, not wanting to finish too quickly in my horny and heightened state. As I worried about coming too fast, she began to buck and twitch as she coated my cock with more juices and they began a steady stream down her leg. I picked up the pace, knowing I was cleared for takeoff. As I pounded harder and faster, she continued to flow juices down her leg and onto the floor. I came. Hard. So hard I feared I might impale her with the ferociousness of my thrusts. Her body responded with a fresh flow of juices that puddled on the floor between her feet, and when I withdrew, she bounced and twitched like her legs couldn’t hold her up and she was trying to catch herself. I stepped back, she spun the chair around and slumped into it, laying her head on the table.
I smiled inwardly as I asked if she was O.K. She nodded vigorously, and mumbled an “Mmhmm” into the table. I grabbed a clean washcloth from the table, cleaned myself up, put a towel down on the floor, then proceeded to clean her up. When I finished, I retrieved her shorts from the laundry room, and helped her back into them. She stood, legs still shaky. She put her arms around me and kissed me.
“I guess I needed that,” she cooed breathlessly.
“I guess we both did,” I chuckled.
A short while later, I left her apartment, still in disbelief of what had just transpired. I decided I needed some lunch, so I headed towards the nearest restaurant. I was sitting there, enjoying a sandwich when I received a message on my phone, another of my friends:
Friend: Hey
Me: Wassup
Friend: NM. WYD.
Me: Eating
Friend: U wanna come over?
Me: Sure. Gimme 20 min?
Friend: OK
Twenty minutes later, I was pulling into her driveway. She met me at the door, with a smile and a hug, dressed in her usual; sweatpants and a t-shirt. We went inside as she asked how I’d been. I told her about work, keeping busy, and how today I was out riding around to keep my mind off things. As we entered the kitchen, I noticed I wasn’t attacked by her two sons who enjoy my visits.
“Where are the boys?” I asked.
“At Grandma’s,” she answered, as she pressed me against the door frame, putting me in a full lip lock as her hands explored uncharted territory.
“What was that?” I gasped as she broke the kiss.
“Oh, c’mon, you know I want you,” she cooed, still rubbing her hands on my body.
“I do now,” was all I could think of.
I let her lead me to the bedroom, where she stripped me down naked and lay me on the bed., my mind swirling, the situation, her boldness, the events of earlier. All ran through my mind as she undressed, her full figure and D cup breasts a stark contrast to earlier.
She climbed on the bed, taking my semi-hard cock into her mouth without hesitation. As my cock grew inside her mouth, she began to moan, pushing herself deeper onto my thickening shaft. When she could fit no more, she slowly brought her face to mine, allowing her hair to drift across my body. She climbed on top, her eyes staring into my mine, her face framed by red hair that matched the fire in her eyes. She positioned my cock at her wet and waiting hole, easing the head in gently. Then, BAM! Took the entire length in one shot, seating my shaft within her to the hilt. She released a guttural moan as she tipped her back, back arched, eyes rolled back. Then looked at me and began to ride. Bouncing and grinding and rocking in alternating sessions. I stared in disbelief and enjoyed the ride.
She rode like this for 45 minutes, continuing on through at least a half a dozen small climaxes, before the big one gripped her, causing her whole body to tense. The intensity of her climax had brought me to the edge as she stopped moving, so I began pumping up at her, intensifying her orgasm as she began to shudder. Her muscles clamped down on me, removing any attempt to hold out as I erupted for the second time today.
“Did you feel that?” she asked, rhetorically, as she collapsed onto me.
“Yes, I felt all of that,” I answered teasingly. We lay silent and still for several minutes, my still-rigid member soaking inside her pulsating pussy.
Finally, she began to stir. Sitting up, I thought she was preparing a dismount. She was not. She began riding again, displaying an unbelievable amount of stamina. She rode, enjoying climax after climax. When she would stop, I would thrust or rock her against me. After an hour, we finished together in another explosive orgasm, though I feel mine may have been more of a dribble at this point.
Afterwards, we showered together, gently washing away our combined sweat and fluids. We dressed and enjoyed ice tea while we chatted until she announced she needed to go collect her children.
I rode, my mind needing to be empty of thoughts as it could not fathom what had happened. I rode for an hour before heading home. As I approached, I noticed a familiar vehicle parked at my house. I thought nothing of it, as I had horses, and friends would come over to enjoy them.
I parked my bike and began heading into the house when I was met at the door.
“Did you have a nice ride?” the familiar female voice asked.
“Yes, thank you,” I smiled internally, “I didn’t know you were coming by today.”
“I had some free time.”
We went inside, and I dropped my jacket and helmet onto the couch. “Care for a drink?” I asked.
“No, I want you to fuck me,” was her response.
I stood, mouth agape, in shock at the blunt announcement, “Oh.”
“I have for years,” she admitted, “It was just never the right time.”
“I know, well, I figured at least.”
“Well?” she asked, waiting for a response.
“Come on,” I took her hand and led her to the bedroom.
We wasted no time getting undressed, and I began by burying my face between her legs. Not just because I enjoy it, but also because I wanted more recovery time. I immediately noticed something very different. No cervix. When I asked, she told me she had a complete hysterectomy. The experience was new to me, but I did not let that deter me from my task.
After she had two orgasms, I positioned myself between her legs and entered. Again, the sensation was quite different. No resistance, nothing hindering penetration, and when I was fully seated, the feeling was like hitting a smooth wall, not the typical hard stop and congested area feeling. I gave her exactly what she desired. We fucked for over an hour; in any position we could think of. She came multiple times, relishing each one in all its glory. For the last position, I placed her legs on my shoulders and buried myself as deep as I could go.
“I can feel that in my throat,” she said to me and laughed. I laughed with her as I continued to work myself deeper and deeper without the hindrance of a cervix. “MY God, how much deeper are you going to go?” she asked.
Apparently, that was deep enough, because I came a few strokes later, depositing what I had left into her empty chalice. I collapsed beside her, sweaty again.
“Was it worth the wait?” I teased.
“Yes, God, yes. But I wish I could have enjoyed that so much sooner,” was her response. We lay beside each other for a few minutes, then she rose abruptly. “I’m sorry, but I have to go, I’m already late.”
“O.K.,” was all I said, propped on one elbow as I watched her leave. I really didn’t know what else to say.
The sun was getting low in the sky, so I rose, showered for the third time today, then sat on the couch. No book, no T.V., no phone. Just me wondering what the fuck happened today. I had been replaying it all in my mind, trying to grasp the reality of it. It still felt like some weird sexual fever dream.
I had just begun to doze off when I heard a knock at the door. Now what? I opened the door and there stood my estranged wife. Of all the days.
“What?” I asked, trying to conceal the mixture of anger and emotion.
“Today is our anniversary,” she announced.
“I am well aware. It took you…” checking the time, “until eight o’clock to figure that out?”
“No,”
“Mmhmm, so…..what?”, I asked, growing impatient.
“Well, I just thought we could, you know, have sex one more time. For old times’ sake,” she stated nonchalantly, she was not joking.
A whole range of emotions flickered through me in the blink of an eye. I was angry, appalled, hurt, after all the lowdown, no good, dirty…wait a minute. She doesn’t know that I’ve already “celebrated” my anniversary with three other women today. This would be a great revenge story. If I ever found the courage to tell anyone. My face relaxed, my eyes softened.
“O.K. One last time.”
“Then I’ll go, and I won’t bug you,” she began.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I offered, a smile on my face and contempt in my heart.
We went upstairs. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to pull this off, between my exhausted state and my feelings toward the situation, but there were enough residual feelings there to allow me an Oscar winning performance, not to mention an AVN Award.
After only thirty minutes, she was sweaty, breathless, soaked with juices, lying in a puddle and hopefully doubting her life choices. The benefit of knowing someone so well, you know what to do and how to do it for maximum results. She’s not worth the details of what I did, so I apologize for skipping ahead. After I finished, she looked at me as I cleaned myself.
“I could stay the night,” she offered.
“No,” I quickly responded, matter-of-factly, and handed her the towel.
She cleaned, dressed, and left. She did not seek another booty call.
That is the story. One crazy day. Something that has never happened before or since.