Previously:
“What are you so distracted and anxious about?” Aaron asked with genuine concern.
“It’s difficult to explain. My mind keeps going back again and again to that night. I can’t seem to stop thinking about it. I can’t concentrate at work. I come out of a meeting at the office and I can’t remember a single thing that was said. I sit at my desk for hours just recalling what we did…what I did,” I admitted. I paused to organize my thoughts before continuing. I decided that I needed to be completely open and honest with my husband.
“And honey, these memories are so real…so vivid…I sit at my desk remembering Harris holding me tight against his chest as you entered me from behind, and it’s almost like I can feel it happening. And, I’m embarrassed to tell you this but…well…I got so worked up just thinking about it, I went into the ladies room at work and masturbated in one of the stalls,” I admitted.
I could feel my face, neck and chest burning crimson as I confessed to my husband that I have been masturbating at work remembering my nights of debauchery in Houston.
“Oh my god, Anne, that is so fucking sexy. You made yourself cum at work? Fuck!”
“Uh huh, I did…three times. It only took a minute or two, too. I came so fast,” I confessed.
That night, we talked at length of my feelings, my emotions, my fears and my desires. Aaron got me to admit that some part of me wanted to continue to explore this side of my sexuality. I expressed frustration that there simply was no opportunity to experience any of those wicked activities in the small, west Texas town in which we lived.
Aaron acknowledged that there were no swinger clubs like Wish’s, but there were other safe options. Aaron told me about internet sites that matched up couples with like-minded single men. At first, I was put off. The idea of finding someone on the internet seemed so sordid and dirty; however, Aaron finally persuaded me to allow him to run an ad with a very flattering but discrete naked picture of me on one such site.
Initially, I was disappointed with the type of responses we received to our ad. They fell into several categories, none of them appealing: 1.) really crass men who felt that the only thing they needed to provide to get me to invite them into my bed was a picture of their erect cocks; 2.) men who apparently did not graduate the eighth grade and for whom spelling and grammar were a skills not yet acquired; 3.) married men who thought telling me that their wives were frigid, unresponsive bitches would make me want to spread my thighs for them; and 4.) men who thought that telling me how lucky I would be to have them fuck me senseless would arouse me.
I shook my head in disbelief at these egotistical, narcissistic, self-absorbed, and often illiterate bastards who thought that their spiel would entice me to grant them access to something to be coveted: my charms and affection. I quickly deleted them all without even showing them to Aaron.
However, I received one intriguing response from Don, a 56 year old widow from Dallas. His letter was open, articulate, sincere and warm. He revealed that his wife had recently passed away, succumbing to ovarian cancer. Something in his story touched me emotionally. Don also revealed that occasionally during his 32 year marriage to his wife, Cindy, he had shared her with other men.
Strangely, the fact that both Aaron and he shared this unorthodox desire to see their wives pleasured by other men made Don much more appealing to me. I mean who could be more deserving of enjoying the affection and sexual charms of Aaron’s wife than someone who had been equally generous with his own wife during their long marriage.
Additionally, Don would be able to understand Aaron’s peculiar craving to watch me with other men far better than I could. I thought to myself, ‘perhaps, Don can help me understand my husband’s unusual appetite a bit better’.
Don also included a picture of a handsome, gray haired man in a navy suit and red tie. He had a strong physique and broad shoulders. His steel-blue eyes, engaging smile and strong jaw reminded me of my own father; strong, confident and handsome. There was something in his face, perhaps it was his striking resemblance to my late father, which made me feel that ‘he’s a man of character and integrity’. I was drawn to the image in the picture.
That evening, after dinner, I showed Don’s response and his picture to Aaron. “This is the one that intrigued me,” I offered.
Aaron read his response and stared at his picture silently for several seconds, before saying, “I had imagined you with a younger playmate.”
I nodded agreement before replying, “Yeah, me too. But something about this guy’s note touched me. He seems so genuine and warm…and intelligent. As I read his response, I kept thinking, ‘this could be Aaron someday…this is a man who shared his wife, and his marriage not only survived, it seems to have brought the two of them closer’. It would be fascinating to meet him and understand what he and his wife experienced together. I think I’d like to accept his dinner invitation.”
“Are you sure? He looks to be about the age your father would be if he were still alive,” Aaron observed.
I smiled and decided not to share the fact that he also reminded me of my dad. Aaron might decide that was just too freaky for his likes. Rather I merely replied, “I know. Maybe that’s part of his appeal. And since he says he will be staying in Midland, it is less likely that we would have any awkward encounters with our friends at any bar or restaurant if we go meet him,” I reasoned. Clearly, I wanted to meet this man and get to know him a bit more.
“Okay, contact him and set up dinner. You’ll need to arrange a babysitter too.”
Aaron was willing to allow me to explore this further, but I detected that he would have preferred a younger man, someone who could wear his wife’s little pussy out with his youthful cock. But there would be other opportunities for that if Aaron and I jointly decided that we were going to make the practice of sharing me with other men a regular part of our sex life.
Don and I exchanged a series of emails. I told him that Aaron and I were novices at this sort of thing. He was kind and reassuring. He emphasized that I would not be pushed or rushed in any way. He made it clear that he had no expectation other than have a few drinks and a nice dinner with a charming couple, with whom he hoped he would become friends.
We arranged to meet him in the hotel bar of the Double Tree Hotel where he was staying. The ten days until our rendezvous seemed to creep by, painfully slowly. My emotions alternated between fear, anxiety, arousal and guilt. But mostly, I was just anxious for the day to arrive.
On the appointed day, I took off work a little early to get ready. I bathed, shaved my parts, and applied my make-up before the babysitter arrived. I selected a very flattering, green and white print, halter style dress with a pleated skirt, with matching pumps. I wanted to look good and to emphasize the best aspects of my figure; however, I needed to be sufficiently modest such that I would not be mortified if I ran into someone Aaron and I knew.
I studied my reflection in the full length mirror and I liked what I saw. The dress accentuated my 34B cup breasts, narrow waist and prominent ‘bubble butt’. The pleated skirt came down below the knee. The green and white print pattern complemented my large green eye nicely. My long blonde hair, full lips and tall slender figure all combined to give me a cute, innocent, slightly sassy appearance. I certainly did not look like the type of woman who would solicit strange men to fuck her while her husband watched and joined in; not by a long shot. However, I’m not exactly certain what a woman like that would look like anyway.
Aaron and I made the twenty-two mile trip from Odessa to Midland, arriving at the Doubletree Hotel about five minutes late for our appointed time to meet Don. It was still broad daylight. Fortunately, Aaron found a parking space on the street directly in front of the hotel. We held hands as we entered the dimly lit hotel lounge. I immediately recognized Don from his picture. He was wearing a black blazer with light grey dress slacks and a white, open collared shirt. He really did remind me of my father, a fact that I found simultaneously disconcerting and appealing.
I smiled and waved as I approached the bar with Aaron in close pursuit. Don’s face lit up with a huge toothy smile as he arose to greet us.
“Anne? Aaron?”
“That’s us,” I replied as I shook his hand.
“Anne, I did not think it possible, but you are even more beautiful than your picture. My god, you truly are the essence of beauty.”
I blushed, turned around in the most flirtatious way possible, and said, “Why thank you. Do you say that to all the wives you meet?”
“You may not believe this but this is new territory for me; but you really are a gorgeous lady.”
His last comment surprised me. How could this be ‘new territory’ for someone who shared his late wife with other men for decades during their marriage? I started to ask him about that, but I decided I could get clarification later.
Aaron and Don then shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.
“What can I get you to drink?” Don offered.
“I’ll have Cape Codder,” I replied, as I tried to sound worldly despite the fact that a month ago I had no idea what a Cape Codder was.
Don smiled and replied, “That’s vodka and cranberry juice, right?”
“Very good! I’m impressed.”
Aaron said, “I’d like a Crown and coke.”
Don placed the order, including another Chivas on the rocks for himself and then directed us to a table in the corner. “This will be a little more comfortable and private back here in the corner. They’ll bring our drinks right over. I took the liberty of making a dinner reservation for us at the Wall Street Bar and Grill across the street. They have the best steaks and the best étouffée that I have found in west Texas.”
We chatted for nearly an hour about where we had lived, where we were born, where we went to school, our children, our hobbies and interests. In fact, we talked about nearly everything except swinging or anything sexual. I learned that Don was originally from Stillwater, Oklahoma. He has a degree in mechanical engineering from Oklahoma State University. He and his late wife had three children, two boys and one girl. He played baseball in college; he was the catcher. For the past fifteen years, Don has been the western regional sales manager selling compressors to the petro-chemical industry.
Clearly, Don was a warm, intelligent, well-educated and charming man. However, what struck me was his skill at making Aaron and me feel at ease and comfortable. While he spoke openly about himself, he was equally interested in getting to know us.
I liked the fact that he viewed us as a couple, and included both of us in the conversation. Far too often, I have been at a dinner where the men would talk to Aaron and simply ignore me, making me feel like they thought I had nothing to add to the conversation. But Don soon had me telling him about my childhood, my college days, my job and my children, and he seemed genuinely interested.
Don looked at his watch and said, “We better head to the restaurant.”
He paid our check at the bar and we walked the half block and crossed the street to the restaurant. We were seated in a private booth in the rear of the bar area.
“Don, I hope you understand, but this is a small town, and we could easily run into someone Aaron and I know…so I better sit on Aaron’s side of the booth,” I explained.
Don let out a loud laugh and replied, “I wasn’t expecting anything else. But thank you for explaining that to me. I must be doing better than I thought for you to even consider sitting next to me.”
The waiter approached and greeted Don warmly, “Mr. Jackson, welcome back. It is good to see you, sir.”
“Thank you Tim, you’re are looking spry as usual. I’d like you to meet two very good friends of mine, Anne and Aaron. Tim, I want you to give these two your very best service. This is their first time to Wall Street, and I told them that this is my favorite restaurant in the entire Permian Basin.”
“You got it Mr. J. Anne and Aaron, I promise you, I do my best to make this a great experience. Now what can I get you?”
We gave him our drink order, and Don also ordered two servings of Cajun popcorn as appetizers, which I soon learned were battered and fried crawfish tails. We sipped our cocktail, snacked on the spicy fried crawfish tails and continued to get to know each other. Unlike my first experience with Harris in a swinger’s bar in Houston, where I felt scared and anxious, Don made me feel comfortable and secure. There was something comforting in his manner that made me want to spend time with him.
We were interrupted by our waiter, “Are you ready to order?”
Don looked at Aaron and me. We both nodded. Don turned to the waiter and said, “I think we’re ready, Tim.”
Both Aaron and Don opted for the ribeye. I decided to try the shrimp étouffée .
There was much I wanted to learn about Don’s and his wife’s journey into a lifestyle where he shared her with other men. This whole concept was so new to me. How did they get started? Was it her idea or his? How did he feel when he watched her with other men? Did he get jealous? Did he ever fear losing her to one of her suitors? Was he always present? Did he ever go with other women? But I also wanted to respect Don’s privacy. And most of all, I did not want to offend him with my questions. I decided to go slowly.
“So Don, I was very intrigued by your initial response to our ad. You mentioned an aspect of your relationship with your late wife that mirrors Aaron’s and my relationship. How did you and…was her name ‘Cindy’?”
Don nodded, “Yes, Cindy.”
“How did you and Cindy get started down that road?”
Don took a sip of his double Chivas, set down his glass and looked around the room to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “We were just kids on a vacation in Florida during spring break. We weren’t even married yet. I convinced her to enter a topless dance contest in Daytona Beach. God, she looked so sexy on stage, wearing only a pair of pale green panties. It was almost thirty-five years ago, but I remember that night like it was yesterday. I was so proud of her on the stage, her breasts on display, her nipples were so hard. I could see the darkness of her pubic hair through the thin, diaphanous material of her silk panties. I swear I could detect a trace darkness of wetness that seeped from her in the gusset of her panties.”
Don paused, and looking at me, he said, “I hope I’m not being too graphic. This is a very special memory for me. Please tell me if I am offending you with these details.”
I reached over and placed my hand on top of his and squeezed. “Not at all. I am fascinated by this story. I truly appreciate you sharing it with us. Please continue.”
He paused and took another sip of his drink, looked around the room again before continuing, “There was an older gentleman in the bar, a man named Dave. While Cindy danced topless in front of the room full of college students and local business men, Dave approached the stage and motioned for her to come to the edge of the stage where he was standing. Cindy had seen the other dancers allow men to place dollar bills in the waistband of their g-strings, however, she was wearing panties, not a g-string. She approached him and he place two twenty dollar bills in the waist band of her panties. Now you need to understand this was back in 1982 or 83, and we were still in college. Forty dollars was a lot of money to us.
“I’m rambling, aren’t I? I hope I’m not boring you.” Don said, sort of interrupting himself.
Aaron smiled and replied, “Not at all. In fact, you have given me a great idea for Anne’s and my next trip to Houston. I’d love to see Anne on stage.”
“In your dreams, cowboy. In your dreams,” I responded. “Don, what happened next?”
“Well, Cindy finished her set and she came back to our table. Before Cindy could even tell me about her experience on the stage, a waitress brought over a round of drinks from her admirer. I sent her over to thank him and invite him to join us at our table. Long story short, Dave joined us, and although he was quite a bit older than us, he was charming, and Cindy found him to be quite attractive.”
I smiled, patted his hand and said, “I’m beginning to understand how attractive and charming an older man can be.”
Don smiled and said, “Thank you. That’ very nice of you to say. Well, Dave invited us back to his beach home down the road. Back at his beach home we took turns dancing with Cindy, we got into the hot tub with her, naked…and eventually we both made love to her.
“I can’t fully explain why, but sharing her this way was the sexiest, most fulfilling evening of my life. And sitting here with you two tonight, it strikes me now that Dave was almost exactly the same age I am now.”
“So that was not the only time you shared her?” I asked.
“No, after that trip, we would typically get together with someone else two or three times a year.”
I sat there listening, mesmerized by Don’s story. I sensed a love, dedication and admiration of his late wife. And he demonstrated his love and admiration by sharing her with admiring suitors. I came to understand that sharing her was not an act of selfishness to satisfy his own perverse desires. It was actually an act of generosity and pride. I came to understand that he loved her so much that he wanted her to experience every pleasure he could imagine. He was so proud of her beauty that he wanted to share it with every deserving man he could find. He wanted other men to worship and adore her as he did.
“Don, I want you to know, that was one of the most beautiful stories I have ever heard,” I interrupted.
“Anne, thank you. When I saw your picture and read your ad, I could not stop my mind from taking me back to those first days, when Cindy and I first discovered the vast extent of her sexuality.” Don’s eyes moistened slightly as he spoke. “I want you both to know that I loved her as much as any man can love any woman.”
I took his hand in mine and started to say somethin; however, we were interrupted with the arrival of our food. We continued to talk while we ate.
Once Tim had served us our entrees, I whispered to Don, “I want you to know that while you were speaking about your wife, I had an almost uncontrollable urge to hug you. You are the sweetest man.”
“I’m not sure that sweet is what I should be going for here,” Don laughed.
“Au contraire’, sweet will get you very far with this little girl…very far, indeed,” I teased. Changing the subject slightly, I asked,”so which one of you was more the instigator of this lifestyle, you or her.”
Don laughed, “Oh, definitely me. She was so afraid that if she did any of these things that it would change how I felt about her, that I’d get mad or jealous. I remember her asking after that first night with Dave, ‘Do you think I’m too much of a slut now to be with?’ Her question melted my heart. I assured her that I loved her more than ever, that this was a beautiful experience we shared together.”
“Well, I certainly understand her fears and concerns. When Aaron persuaded me to first step-out a bit, I was scared to death he would react badly when he saw me with someone else. I was terrified that he would have reactions that he had not anticipated,” I confessed.
Don turned to Aaron and asked, “and I assume you did not have any negative reactions?”
“No. My feelings are very, very similar to yours. In fact, as I listen to you tell your story, I keep thinking, ‘it’s like he’s reading my mind.’ It’s a little freaky how similar our stories are,” Aaron replied.
“So how long have you two been doing this?” Don asked candidly.
I felt myself blush. I lowered my eyes and admitted, “Aaron has only shared me with one other man, about a month ago. And it was while we were on a trip in Houston. I was only with my new friend a few times before it was time to come home.”
“Oh my, so you two really are beginners at this?”
“Very much so.” I paused, trying to decide whether or not to volunteer more information. “I’ll tell you one more thing…before that trip to Houston, Aaron was the only man with whom I had ever slept. I was very conservative growing up. The fact that I am exploring this lifestyle with my husband is beyond shocking.”
Don smiled and said, “That is very sexy, indeed.”
We had finished our meal. I looked at my watch. It was now 9:35 p.m.
I took a deep breath and without discussing with my husband, I said, “Boys, it is getting late. I promised the babysitter that we’d be home before midnight. Don, it is perfectly fine with me if tonight is just a get acquainted visit and we just sit here and talk. But I want you to know I am very attracted to you on a physical and emotional level. I hope I am not being too forward, but if you wanted to spend some quality time with me while Aaron watches, I wouldn’t say no.”
“Anne, I cannot think of anything I’d rather do but I need to tell you something more about me.”
“Yes? What would that be?” I asked cautiously.
“Cindy and I have been in numerous threesomes over several decades, but this will be the first time I have been with someone else’s wife. This will be my first threesome without Cindy.”
“Oh my, that’s beautiful. In a way, all three of us are novices at our roles.”
Don paid the check and we walked back to the Doubletree across the street. Unlike my previous experience with Harris, I was very sure I wanted this. I wanted to make love to this handsome, kind and sensitive 56 year old man. I wanted to give myself to him. I wanted to create a beautiful memory that all three of us would cherish the rest of our lives.
As Don, Aaron and I walked through the lobby of the Double Tree hotel, I thought to myself, ‘what if we run into someone we know from work, or from the neighborhood? How would Aaron and I explain accompanying Don to his room?’ I didn’t come up with a credible response, but fortunately, we did not run into anyone we knew.
Don guided us into his room; but rather than a typical hotel room, was actually a two room suite.
“Very swanky! I’m impressed,” I exclaimed.
“I travel so much that I am diamond level on the Hilton Honors reward program. Whenever a suite is available, they upgrade me. It’s a nice perk.
I looked around a bit. The suite had a bedroom area with a king-size bed, a separate living area with a two person loveseat and a recliner, and bar area with a small refrigerator. There was also a very nice balcony that overlooked downtown Midland.
“Well, I could certainly get used to this,” I responded.
“Anne, I didn’t know what you liked to drink, so I took the liberty of buying a bottle of merlot and a bottle of chardonnay. Can I get you a glass of wine?”
“Thank you, but no thanks. I’ve already had three Cape Codders. Any more alcohol and I am liable to pass out on you…and that wouldn’t be fun for any of us,” I explained. “Aaron, I’d like to spend a few minutes getting comfortable with Don. Would you be a sweetie and sit back and watch for a bit?”
Aaron nodded, took a seat in the recliner, and said, “Certainly.”
“Don, would you put on some music and dance with me. Slow dancing is like foreplay for me.”
He smiled and replied, “I’d love to.”
As I cleared a small area of the room to make a small dance floor for us, Don took off his blazer and hung it up. He then walked over to the TV and found a music channel. Amazingly, he found a channel playing Barry White’s ‘Oh what a night for dancing’.
Don was a tall, powerfully built man. Even with my high heels, he was a couple of inches taller than me. The gray highlights around his temples made him look distinguished. I found comfort in his maturity. His warm, openness, charm and vulnerability all served to make me want to open up and accept him.
I cannot deny it, he reminded me of my own deceased father, who I missed terribly, but at this particular moment, that association only served to endear him to me; it made me trust him more and want him more. I felt that I could give myself to him without fear, without regret.
I took Don’s hand and led him to the area that I cleared and wrapped my arms around his neck. I liked the fact that rather than grabbing me, or grinding into me, Don was actually looking into my eyes and holding me as we danced. I felt loved and safe in his arms.
I placed my right hand on his chest and massaged his left pec. “You have a nice chest. Do you work out?”
“I am in the gym most mornings before work, but something tells me I am going to miss tomorrow morning’s workout.”
I found his nipple and teased it gently.
I suddenly wanted to be kissed. I needed to be kissed. I leaned in and brought my lips up towards his. Don hesitated momentarily before he kissed me. I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue into my mouth. It was a beautifully sensuous kiss.
Without breaking our kiss, I reached down and took Don’s left hand and brought it to my breast. “You can touch me,” I whispered before resuming our kiss.
Don broke our kiss. While his hand remained on my breast, gently tweaking my erect nipple, he looked over at my husband and said, “Aaron, thank you for letting me enjoy your beautiful wife. You really have no idea how much it means to me for you both to be here.”
Aaron stood walked over behind me and slowly unzipped the back of my sundress. While I remained in Don’s arms, my husband untied the halter strap around my neck. Aaron then said, “You are most welcome my friend. I can’t think of anyone more appropriate with whom to share my wife than a gentlemen who was so generous with his own wife for so many years.”
I allowed my green and white print dress to fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Almost as a reflex, I covered my naked breasts with my hands and I stood in front of my older lover wearing only a pale green pair of bikini panties and my bright green pumps.
I felt an outpouring of affection for this man as he looked at me with an admiration that I cannot properly describe. I knew at that moment that I wanted to make love to this man tonight. I wanted to hold him, take him inside me, and to cuddle in his arms afterward.
“Oh god, you are so beautiful,” Don said as he reached up took my hands and lowered them, leaving my breasts exposed. I brought both his hands to my breasts.
“Please, touch me.”
Don gently tugged at the firm nipples as I moaned appreciatively.
“Don, I am very wet right now,” I confessed. “I really am yours tonight.”
Don lowered his head and took my right breast into his mouth, sucking on my sensitive nipple as I massaged his head.
“Oh, that feels nice,” I cooed.
After several moments of allowing him to suck my breasts, I stepped back. Looking deep into his eyes, I kicked off my shoes and slowly lowered my panties, leaving me naked.
“I see that you shave. I like that,” Don said appreciatively.
I moved closer to Don and began unbuttoning his shirt. He kicked off his shoes while I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He stepped out of his pants and sat on the bed to quickly remove his socks, leaving him wearing only a pair of plaid boxers.
As he stood back up, I saw the head of his penis sticking above the waist band of his boxers by at least an inch and a half. I knelt in front of him and lowered his boxers, freeing a marvelous erection. Don’s erection stood out horizontally, parallel with the floor. It was long, thick and hard, nonetheless.
Seeing his erection poking out like this was actually a bit of a relief to me. I knew that Don was over 50 years old, and some men his age had difficulty getting hard. I now had irrefutable proof that Don was not lying when he claimed his ‘parts still worked’. I took pride in the fact that I could give him such an impressive boner.
Don had a marvelous body; tight muscular chest and arms; powerful, athletic legs; tight, flat stomach, and a long, thick, very rigid erection. I could already see that Don was slightly longer and much thicker than my husband.
The glans of his erect penis seemed huge. It was much thicker than the veined shaft it sat upon. The glans was pinkish-purple color, slightly darker than the shaft. It was plum shaped. The huge ridge was distinct.
I found the thick plum-shaped head of Don’s penis irresistible at that moment. I kissed the glans several times before taking it into my mouth. Don moaned appreciatively. I sucked on the head of his large cock for several minutes as I slowly pumped the shaft with my fist.
“Do you need to cum in my mouth before we make love? Sort of take the edge off, so to speak?”
“Cindy, I appreciate the offer, but I really want my first orgasm with you to be while we are making love.”
I nodded that I understood. I stood and led him into the bedroom to an armless chair that was in front of the vanity and guided him to sit down. I then climbed on his lap straddling his legs, placing one of my legs on either side of him. Aaron quickly followed us.
I wanted to savor this moment, not rush it. I wanted to prolong the foreplay. This was already a night neither of us would ever forget. I wanted to continue to flirt, pet and slowly seduce this man before taking him inside me.
I took his face in my hands, lifting it up, and resumed kissing him with all the passion I had. I sucked his tongue into my mouth.
Don cupped both of my breasts in his hands as our tongues danced together once again, chasing each other from his mouth to my mouth, and then back again.
I humped forward, pressing my naked, newly-shaved vulva into his erection, grinding my erect clit directly into his rigid cock. I could feel my wetness leaking from me making the shaft of his marvelous erection slippery.
As I pressed myself into him, he humped back into me and gently teased my nipples. Don had a naturally sensuous touch about him; he simply knew how to touch and please me.
He broke off the kiss, and then, leaning forward, took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently and causing me to moan out loud as I held his head to my breast. I was in absolute ecstasy. I did not want him to stop sucking my breasts, ever.
I continued to grind our crotches together, humping both of us into a frenzy of arousal. I felt very, very sexy sitting astride the man whom I had only known a few hours, but who felt so familiar to me. We petted for several minutes, panting into each other’s mouth, exploring each other’s bodies.
“Don, let’s move to the bed.”
I was ready to give myself to him.
I returned for one last tongue probing kiss. Don surprised me. Without breaking our kiss he rose, lifting me as I wrapped my legs around his torso. I was amazed at the ease with which he lifted me up.
Don may have been twenty some years older than me, but he was in great shape. He placed me on the bed, laying me on my back. Climbing between my thighs, he kissed me deeply as he explored and stimulated my wet vagina with his fingers. I could feel myself opening up as he separated the lips of my labia. He inserted one, and then two fingers inside of me.
I glance over his should and mouthed to Aaron, ‘I love you, baby’.
I could even sense the faint aroma of my arousal. The scent of my sexual response was clearly present, informing Don how aroused I was. I simply could not believe how profoundly I was responding to his stimulation.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and our tongues continued to tease and explore each other’s mouth. I moaned into his open mouth as his tongue penetrated my lips. I arched my hips up in time to the probing fingers that were penetrating my vulva. I was beyond reason, beyond thought. I was consumed by lust.
Don kissed his way down my neck towards my breasts and began to suck on my erect nipples. I caressed his head as he suckled on my breasts while he continued to finger me.
He started kissing down my exposed belly, stopping to kiss my navel. Don climbed between my legs and began kissing lower and lower. He kissed my vulva gently for several seconds, stopping to look at me ‘down there’. He was studying my most private parts. I wondered if he was deciding whether to continue.
I blushed deeply. I felt my neck and chest flush with embarrassment as he examined my pussy while continuing to finger me. Shamelessly, I spread my legs open to allow him to penetrate me more deeply with his fingers.
I looked over at Aaron and whispered, “Your wife is being a very bad little girl tonight.”
Aaron answered, “I know. I love it.”
I cannot explain it, but despite the embarrassment, I enjoyed exposing myself like this. I liked Don examining my most intimate parts. He gently kissed my vulva as he studied it. I reached down and shamelessly held my vagina open, exposing my clitoris for his inspection. Don kissed me right on my little nubbins and I moaned approval.
He took my moans as approval to proceed, and touched my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. The contact of his tongue on my erect clit sent a shot of pleasure through me. “Oh god, Don… do that again…”
I lifted my ass off the bed to give him better access.
Don repeated touching my clit with his tongue, only this time he licked and stimulated me for several seconds before stopping.
“Oh, Don, that’s the spot… god, that feels good,” I panted with excitement, encouraging him.
Don began stimulating me with more enthusiasm, encouraged by my reaction. He flicked his tongue over my erect clit repeatedly, causing me to moan each time. Then, without warning, he took my clit into his mouth and sucked on it!
“Oh shit, that’s too intense!” I shuddered.
I grabbed his head and tried to push him away because of the intensity of his sucking on my clit. But he was too strong, I could not break his suction on my vulva.
“Oh Don… oh god… damn… too intense,” I hissed.
Despite my incoherent protests, he did not release my swollen clit from his lips. He sucked slightly harder as I shook and quaked under his stimulation. I could feel my orgasm starting to build!
Suddenly, as my orgasm neared, I stopped trying to push him away and caressed his head as he sucked my clit.
I was spreading my legs as wide as I could to open myself up for him. I was shameless. I knew I was going to cum if he continued stimulating me this way.
I was arching my hips up and grinding my pussy into his mouth and jaw. In the throes of my pending orgasm, I had completely forgotten about my husband who was stroking his own erection while sitting in a chair in the corner.
I felt like a puppet and Don was pulling all my strings. He was getting me to react in ways I did not know were possible. He continued to suck and tease my clitoris as he reached under me with his hand and began penetrating my vagina with his fingers, first one then two. I was so wet and so open that he was able to easily slide two fingers deep inside me as he stretched my pussy open.
Once his fingers were fully inside me, Don found a spot on the front wall of my vagina. He’d found my ‘g-spot’.
I almost screamed as he began massaging the front of my vaginal wall. “Oh my god…that’s the spot…oh, right there,” I moaned incoherently.
Up till now, Don’s touch and kisses had me aroused and moaning, but the internal massage of my pussy at this spot coupled with his incessant sucking on my engorged clitoris caused me to buck and shake uncontrollably. I was reacting in a way I did not know was possible.
I was impatiently lifting my ass off the bed as I bucked my hips wildly. Don was massaging my inner walls and driving me to closer to an earth shattering climax.
My orgasm came upon me suddenly and violently and I responded to it more vocally and much louder than I ever intended. I grasped a pillow and held it to my face to muffle my own screams of pleasure. I am certain that people in the adjacent rooms heard my shrieks clearly; they had no doubt that I was climaxing.
Holding Don’s head in place with one hand, while clutching the pillow with my other hand, I continued to cum and grind my pussy into Don’s mouth. I bucked my hips as I humped against his invading fingers. I lifted my ass off the bed to push his fingers deeper into me as wave upon wave of pleasure rocked across my frame.
“Oh, God… damn, Don… Don’t stop…” I moaned and panted. For the briefest instant I glanced over at Aaron with my glazed look and mouthed, “I love you, baby…”
After several waves of my climax rocked me, my clitoris became far too sensitive. I violently and forcefully pushed Don’s head away from my crotch, breaking his suction hold on my clitoris, but he continued to move his fingers inside me, stimulating my uterine wall as I tried to come down from the orgasmic high.
“Oh Don, you need to stop. You need to let me come down.”
Don smiled broadly with a pride knowing that he had made a much younger woman climax as her husband looked on. I lay there panting, my breasts still heaving up and down, my legs still splayed apart, my vagina still experiencing minor spasms in the post-orgasmic moments. I could feel a combination of Don’s saliva and my internal lubrication seeping from my very open vagina and trickling down my crack, making a noticeable wet spot on Don’s bed.
As I tried to recover my senses, I watched as Don stood.
He seemed to pose for a moment, smiling admiringly at my naked form. I loved the way he looked at me with such desire and lust. I took great pride in the fact that this handsome older man was so attracted to me.
His huge hard cock poked out rigidly in front of him. The combination of his large boner, his rippled abdomen and muscular chest and arms reminded me of a statue of a Greek god chiseled from stone.
He looked directly between my thighs at my open vagina and his cock arched up. I loved the effect my naked boldness had upon my older lover. I made no attempt to close my legs or block his view. I wanted him to look at me with admiration. His gaze aroused me.
“God, you are a gorgeous man,” I said in complete sincerity. “How do you want me?”
Don smiled, took my hand and guided me to kneeling sideways on all fours, facing the side of the bed. As he positioned himself behind me, he looked at my husband and said, “Aaron, please come join us…I think Anne would like to please you with her mouth while I make love to her from behind.”
Aaron needed no further invitation. Within seconds he shed his remaining clothing and had positioned himself standing in front of me as Don moved behind me. Balancing myself with my left arm, I took Aaron’s rigid cock into my right fist.
“You’re very hard, baby. I guess you enjoyed watching him make your wife cum, huh?”
“Oh fuck, Anne, that was so fucking hot…you kept cumming and cumming.”
“I know. Shit I thought I was going to pass out,” I replied before kissing the sensitive glans and putting it in my mouth.
I felt Don sliding the large head of his cock between the lips of my labia, searching for my wet opening. I arched my back to assist him in finding his prize. I gasped as I felt the ridge of his large glans pierce the opening of my vagina.
Don stroked in and out of me, slowly at first while I kissed, licked and sucked my husband’s rigid cock. As our arousal grew, our pace quickened. Don grabbed my hips and pulled me backward. He began thrusting into me to drive himself deeper inside my pussy with each stroke, slapping his balls against my upturned ass. I began moaning through my panting breaths.
I felt a powerful climax starting to build in my core. If Don could hold out a few minutes longer, I was going to cum all over him.
I pulled my husband’s rigid cock from my mouth long enough to hiss, “Oh, Don, you are going to get me there. I am getting so close. Oh god, you are so deep inside me. God you feel good. You make me feel so very good.”
I moaned loudly around my husband’s rigid cock as Don pounded me from behind. I was rapidly approaching that magic line that would trigger the first of a series of waves crashing through my core.
Don and I were well past the point of gentle love making; he was fucking me hard now. Aaron’s cock only partially muffled my incoherent moans and grunts. The sounds emanating from my core were incomprehensible. I knew both men were preparing to cum. I was being fucked violently and powerfully from behind. The sounds of his thighs slapping against my upturned ass were loud and distinct.
I started to cum. A series of violent spasms crashed through me as I came repeatedly. My orgasm seemed to trigger both men to cum as well.
I removed Aaron’s erection from my mouth for the briefest of instants to moan, “Oh God, Don, just like that…oh fuck…just like that …I am cumming…cum with me.”
With my fist pumping Aaron’s cock, he began rocking his hips more frantically. He placed his hands on the sides of my head and guided my mouth back. I knew he was preparing to erupt. I sucked and pumped furious while bucking back to meet the pounding thrusts of my older lover.
Don’s entire body then became rigid with a final deep thrust, and I could feel his penis pulsing deep inside me. His hands were on my hips, holding me in place to accept his ejaculating penis as it pumped its seed.
“Oh that’s it, Don, cum for me. I want you to cum inside me. Stay inside me,” I instructed.
Suddenly, Aaron’s cock erupted in my mouth, and a large rope of salty, slightly bitter semen appeared on my tongue. I struggled to swallow the viscous white nectar when another string erupted, overwhelming me. I took him from my mouth and continued pumping furiously.
I swallowed the load in my mouth and panted, “Oh that’s it, cum inside me…cum for me…oh god, I love you both so much…”
The last comment was a simple emotional outburst. As soon as the words left my lips, I knew how inappropriate they sounded. But being driven to a powerful orgasm by this wonderful older gentleman, who happened to remind me of my late father, while simultaneously initiating my husband’s climax in my mouth evoked a surprising emotional release.
I started to silently cry as Don continued to ejaculate in me from behind. I felt tears running down my cheeks as I pumped Aaron’s cock, the last remnants of his orgasm trickling down my fist. I lowered my head, trying to hide me tears. I had no idea why I was crying except the fact that our three-way simultaneous orgasm was so emotionally fulfilling to me.
Still coupled together with Don, I clenched his erect penis with my vagina. I felt it pulse and thicken in response, so I did it again. I was hugging his cock with my pussy. I liked making it throb and pulse inside of me.
Aaron sensed something was wrong by the way I kept looking down, trying to hide my face from him even as I clenched my vagina, milking the final drops of Don’s semen into my vagina. Aaron, placed fingers under my chin and lifted my face to his. Kneeling there on all fours, Don still throbbing inside of me, I felt embarrassed and silly because of the streams of tears running down my cheeks.
“Baby, are you crying?” Aaron asked with genuine concern.
Balancing myself with my left arm, I reached up and wiped away my tears. “No, I’m just being silly. It was just so emotional, all three of us climaxing like that together. I don’t know why I started crying. Your wife is just an emotional wreck…I’m fine. In fact, I am more than fine…I’m very content. You guys really made me cum hard.”
Don was massaging my butt and lower back as he slowly withdrew from my vagina. I felt a large glob of his sperm trickling down my inner thigh as he exited me. I rolled over on my back and motion for both men to lie next to me.
“Would you two hold me for a moment?”
Aaron lay on my right and Don on my left. I rolled over on my right side, facing my husband and rested my head on his chest. Don positioned himself to caress my back and butt while Aaron massaged my shoulders.
“Are you okay, baby?” Aaron asked again.
“Uh huh. I am fine. I just got a little emotional, that’s all.” I then looked up at him, and remembering that he had just ejaculated in my mouth, I quipped, “Now how about that kiss?”
Both men let out loud boisterous laughs at the absurdity of my request.
“Maybe a little later,” Aaron chuckled.
We cuddled for a few minutes. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was now 11:07 p.m.
“Honey, I promised the babysitter we’d be home before midnight, we have to get going,” I reminded him.
We dressed, said our goodbyes and prepared to leave.
“Don, I want you to promise me you’ll let me know when you are back in town. I want to see you again,” I insisted as I hugged him goodbye.
He promised me he would.
Coming soon – Chapter 8: Wishes: Elizabeth
A special thanks to Lisa and Don, whose editing, proofreading and suggestions have greatly improved the quality of this series.
