Young coffee break

On Monday I went to the coffee shop by where I work, where I met Nick. I was meeting another man from the Internet dating site, Stuart, 46, divorced, 5'11'', 180, attorney.

We ordered coffee from the cute young barista, Dave, who gave me a subtle nod; did he remember my last meeting?  I wonder what he thinks of me?

Stuart and I started chatting.  Or actually, he talked about his ivy league education, Mercedes, and other accomplishments, while I listened and increasingly found him more and more obnoxious.  He was definitely attractive enough to fuck, but I didn't know if I could stand all the bragging as we went through all the formalities that preceded the actual act of penetration.

Dave stopped our table carrying a tray of small sample cups.  "Have you tried the Panamanian Roast yet? It's rich, sweetly tart, complex flavor, with a hint of orange and apricot."

"Well if it's recommended by a guy that works in a coffee shop then it must be good," Stuart said sarcastically.

"Just doing my job," Dave replied and moved on.

"You know what Stuart," I said, "I don't think this is going to work out." I can't fuck a jerk like you.

"Fine then," Stuart got up to leave.  "Enjoy your coffee."  He walked out.

Dave came back by the table.  "He seemed nice," he said with own cheerful sarcasm.

"No, he was an asshole."

Dave laughed and his blue eyes looked so charming.  "I'm sorry your meeting didn't go well."

"That's why I meet for coffee first, so I can eliminate the losers.  I'm just getting back into dating," I confessed.

"Well you deserve to meet someone really nice because you are an exceedingly beautiful woman."

I was genuinely flattered.  "Thank you."

"And while you're waiting for Mr. Right, I just happen to have a couple of tickets to this great band playing at the Ogden tonight, would you like to go?

"I'd love to," I said, not at all concerned that I would be going out with a much younger man who works at a coffee shop.

After work I went to my closet to decide what to wear to a rock and roll show.  The first item I selected was  my knee-high black leather boots.  Definitely rock-n-roll.  Next, I laid out black fishnet thigh-high stockings. I selected a frilly short black skirt, black lace low-cut bra and matching panties, and completed the outfit with a sheer, sleeveless, low-cut top.

I showered and shaved my legs.  I looked down at my crotch.  It was stubbly, so I carefully shaved it clean again.  You don't want pussy stubble on a first date.  It made me tingle inside thinking that in few hours Dave's face might be where I was now shaving.

I put on my outfit and then stood in front of the mirror to see if I could pull off this look at my age.  I think so; not bad for a 45 years old, if I say so myself.  I'll find out soon what Dave thinks, but I'm fairly sure that I'm getting laid tonight.

Just as I finished with my make-up the doorbell rang.  I opened the door and got instant confirmation that I had pulled it off.  Dave's eyes went wide and he grinned.  "Wow, you look really hot, Diana!"  He looked me up and down.

I looked him up and down.  He had a button-up dress shirt, embroidered on the shoulders, sleeves rolled up to just below the elbows, and tight black jeans.  I liked the bulge at his crotch.  "So do you."

"Are you ready to go?"

"I am."

We meet a bunch of his friends, two guys and two girls.  He fist bumped the guys and  greeted the girls with hugs and kisses.  He introduced me to Mike, Stu, Amber and Tiffany who welcomed me enthusiastically.

I noticed Mike whispering to Dave and I strained to overhear.  I'm pretty sure he said, "She's
really hot. "

We had seats about 15 rows back. The first band was loud and grungy, but I did enjoy them.  Between bands Amber, Tiffany and I went to the rest room.  Before we went back out we did as women do and chatted in front of the mirror as we fixed our hair and make-up.

"Is this the first you've been out with Dave?" Amber asked.

"Yes, our first date."

"Dave's a great guy, we've known him since high school.  You're going to have a good time tonight.  Dave knows how to give a woman what she wants."

"Yeah," said Tiffany, "he gives a woman EXACTLY what she wants."  There was a naughty look on her young face.  "For as LONG as she wants it."

"So are dating Dave?" I asked.

"No, we're just been friends for years." Replied Amber.  "Buddies."

"Occasional fuck buddies," Tiffany added.

"Very occasional," Amber said.  "Don't worry, there's no relationship with either of us.  Tonight Dave will be focused on you."

"Yeah, DEEPLY focused," cooed Tiffany.

"So how many times have you each been with Dave?" I asked.  My emotions were stirring.  I felt a little betrayed that Dave would take me out with girls he had had sex with.  But I also felt aroused.  I had never been on a first date with a guy and talked to women who had fucked him.

"Just a couple of times," Amber said.  "Once when we were both drunk.  Another time I was at his place with a bunch of other people watching movies and everyone else had left.  It was just me and him and so we said, 'Let's have a bit of fun together, no strings attached."  She smiled as she remembered.  "It was great sex, but since then we haven't done anything because we didn't want to ruin our friendship."

I looked at Tiffany and noticed how her blue eyes sparkle.

"Dave and I have done it a few times," Tiffany related.  "Usually it will be a night when we're both bored.  We'll text and say, 'You doing anything?' 'No.' 'You want to get together?'  So we will.  Then we'll say, 'What to you want to do now?'  'Wanna fuck?'  He'll say, 'OK, but just for fun.'"

"And you're able to have sex without getting attached?"

"Right.  I don't think about relationships, I just focus on the pleasure. He has an awesome cock and knows how to use it.  The shape is unusual and feels great.  I think. 'here's a hot body on me, a fat cock inside me.'  I have an orgasm.  So does he.  We put our clothes back on and we're just friends again."

"I hope you're not looking for a relationship," Amber said, a bit concerned.

"Nope," I replied.  "He's just  a nice guy from the coffee shop near where I work.  A lot younger than me.  I'm just like you girls tonight.  I just want to have fun."  I now felt very aroused.  I had basically admitted to two young girls I had just met that I was going to fuck a guy tonight that they had both fucked.  I could hardly wait to see Dave's 'awesome cock.'"

The second half of the concert was good.  Good and loud.  Afterwards Dave said goodbye to his friends.  As he hugged Tiffany and Amber I couldn't help but think about him having sex with his fuck buddies.

When we got into Dave's car you looked over at me and grinned, "You are one incredibly hot MILF."

"I know what that stands for," I said coyly.

"Well it's true." Dave started started the car. "And I would." He winked.

"You're very kind. And from what Amber and Tiffany said, you're very kind to them as well."

"Oh, I can imagine the tales those girls tell. But I don't have don't have any relationship with one, other than just friends. I mean, sure, I've had sex with both of them, but it didn't mean anything. It's usually when we're just hanging out and bored."

"Friends with benefits, eh?"

He grinned sheepishly.

"I didn't know that people could just have sex to relieve boredom and not incur any emotional entanglements." I mused.

"If they are both mature they can. But as you saw, Tiffany, she's, pretty emotionally entangled."

"I hope this hasn't spoiled your friendship," I said as Dave pulled into my driveway.

"I don't care about that. I'd much rather be friends with you."

"I want to be friends with you too." I grinned. "Let's go inside and work out a benefit plan."

I opened the door and led  Dave into the living room.  I sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to me.

Dave wasted no time.  "I've had the hots for you since the first time you walked into the coffee shop," he said as he sat beside me.

"What did you think when you saw me meeting different guys there?"

"When you first started coming in I noticed your wedding ring.  Then I noticed you weren't wearing it.   I wondered if you getting a divorce.  Then you had coffee with that first guy in what was obviously a pre-date meeting.  Then you met another guy for coffee.  I starting thinking about how I need to get in there too."

"You make me sound like a ride at the amusement park."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything about your character," he back-peddled.  "I was thinking if you were new to the dating scene that you might be open to some fun."

Dave didn't beat around the bush.  He just wanted to have casual sex with me.  And I wanted to have sex with him, so why worry about pretenses or appearances.

"You're right, I just want some young, hard cock tonight."  I reached down and grabbed his crotch.  I could feel him stiffen immediately.

"Oh yeah baby," he said as he leaned over and kissed me passionately.  His hand moved to grope my breast as I rubbed his bulge through his pants.  His thumb found my nipple and circled it, pressing hard enough through my top and bra that it began to harden.

Dave was definitely hardening as well.  I felt the outline of his member through his pants, sizing him up.  I put my thumb on the head and reached for his balls with my fingers to gauge the length.  About average size.  I felt the shaft, a little thin maybe.  Then I felt the outline of the head.  It seemed large.  This was going to be interesting.

Dave moved his hand to my other breast.  His hand touched my thigh, squeezing it, feeling the smoothness of my stockings.  Then he reached under my skirt.  It tingled as has fingers touched the crotch of my panties.  Yes, no ambiguity now, we were definitely headed for a fuck.

Dave's cock had me curious so I started undoing his pants.  Undid the button and pulled down his zipper.

I could feel Dave exploring under my skirt.  His fingers pulled my panties aside and touched my pussy.

I reached into his shorts and pulled out his fully erect penis.  It was very interesting.  About seven inches, thin shaft, but a giant head.  His shaft was a little less than two inches thick but the head of his cock was well over three inches wide.

What had I gotten into?  Should I really let him push that giant cock head into my pussy?

Dave's thumb had found my clitoris as his index finger moved into the opening on my vagina.  I could feel my juices flow as my arousal grew.  I decided I definitely would let Dave try to put his fat cock into me.

I stroked Dave's cock and enjoyed the work of his fingers under my panties.

"Mm, yes, let's get naked," I moaned.  I reached for the zipper of my boots.

"No, please, leave them on," he requested as I started taking off my boots.

"What do you want me to take off?"

Dave looked at me lustfully.  "Everything except your stockings and boots.

I stood up in front of him and pulled off my top.  He took off his shirt and kicked off his shoes.  I unzipped my skirt and let it drop down around my boots.  Dave stared down at the skirt around my boots, smiling and drinking in the sight that obviously turned him on.  I watched his eyes travel up along my boots, along my stockings, pausing at my panties, then over my bare stomach and finally staring at my breasts.

I undid my bra and took it off slowly as Dave watched, enthralled.

Dave wiggled out of his pants, took off his socks, and then slide his shorts off.

I grabbed the waist of my panties and slide them down, past my stockings, and over my boots, then stepped out of them and kicked my panties and skirt off the side.  I stood in front Dave wearing only my calf-high black leather boots and fish net stockings.

He grinned up at me, sitting on the sofa with his hard, large headed cock pointing straight up.  "You are one goddamn sexy woman Diana.  My cock is so hard wanting to fuck you right now."

"Let's make it even harder."  I got down on my knees and began to suck his cock.  I had to open my mouth wide to get the head inside. I closed my lips around the shaft. It felt odd having my mouth filled with such a large head. It was so big I could hardly move my tongue against it.  So I pulled back and began kissing his balls.  I put one in my mouth; it fit fine.  Then I drew my tongue up his shaft and began licking his giant head like a lolly pop.

"God that feels nice, Diana, " Dave breathed.  "I can't wait to stick it in you."

"I can't wait either.  I hope it fits," I replied, half joking.

He stood up.  "You sit down and let me get you warmed up."

I sat down on the couch, spread my legs, and Dave got down and started eating my pussy.  He was pretty good at it and I could feel my pussy getting very wet.  He slid a finger inside me as his tongue waggled across my clit.  Then he put in two fingers.  After a minute began moving his fingers at different angles, causing my vaginal opening to stretch.

Dave lifted his head, straightened up.  He was on his knees in front of me and began to move closer to the sofa, holding his fat cock.

"Wait a second," I said and grabbed my purse from the coffee table.  I pulled out a condom and handed it to him.

Dave opened the package and then rolled the condom over his cock.  It fit snugly around the head and I could still see the mushroom shape.  He moved between my open legs, brought his cock forward and rubbed it on my clit and then all around my labia.

I felt a jolt as his touched my opening.  Relax, I told myself.  This fat cock is going to feel good inside.

Dave began to push the head of his cock against my pussy.  It opened a little, but the head was too big to slide in.  Dave pulled his cock back and slid three fingers into my pussy, banging me as my pussy stretched around them.  He put his cock back on the opening and pushed slowly.

I began to breath quickly with short, deep Lamaze-like breaths.  I had had two babies come out of my pussy, so I was sure that I could take this big cock in.

Dave push a bit more and my pussy began to stretch around his big head.  I hurt a little but I kept breathing. It went in a little deeper.

We were both staring down at my pussy, watching the big cock go into the little hole.  The lips of my pussy were almost to the edge of his helmet.  I kept breathing.

"You doing OK?" he asked.

"Yes, keep going," panted as he pushed a bit more.

Suddenly the giant head of Dave's cock disappeared inside my vagina and the lips closed around his shaft.  I could feel something big inside as the head moved down my fuck canal.  It slid easily now as he pushed his seven-inch cock all the way into me.  I could feel the bulge inside me.

"Yes, that's it, fuck me now."

Dave began to move inside me.  The pain was gone and the pleasure was building.  I could feel his head sliding up and down my love tunnel, pushing apart the walls of my vagina as it moved in and the walls closing back in as it moved out.

"Tiffany was right."  I proclaimed.

"What was she right about?"

"What an awesome cock you have.  Fuck me with that big-headed cock."

"Oh, Diana, your cunt feels so good.  What a nice fuck you are."

He pumped me with a unique rhythm that felt really good. "You're fucking me so good, baby," I moaned, smiling at him.

"You're good to fuck. Yes, you are one mother that I really love to fuck."

I lay back on the sofa and let my self enjoy the sensation of this man's hot meat inside me.  I looked down at the site of action and felt very sexy, seeing my legs spread open, black stockings, high heel boots, this young man kneeing in front of me, shoving his cock into my pussy.

I noticed that he was staring down as well, watching at his cock going in and out of my pussy. He made each thrust so deliberate, varying the angle and the velocity, calculated to deliver maximum pleasure. I'd never been fucked like this before. Dave seem to be savoring my pussy like a coffee connoisseur savoring each sip of a premium roast.

For a moment I felt like an object.  Dave was not making eye contact, just staring down at my pussy focusing on his cock inside me.  Then I thought about how that was all I really wanted from men right now.  I didn't want a relationship, just wanted to rack up as many notches on my bedpost as I could, making up for a life of unrequited fidelity to my unworthy husband.

Before long my body was heaving with pleasure, then Dave suddenly pulled out, ripped the condom off, and moved up so that his cock was pointed at my breasts. He jacked himself furiously until he came, spouting his hot sticky cum across my tits. He was obviously very aroused because his whole body convulsed in spasms, his first shot was about a foot long, spraying onto my left breast, then two more shots onto my right, then he hung over me panting as still more jism dripped out onto my nipple, making me tremble.

"That was fun," I said.  I grabbed a couple tissues from the box on the end table and handed them to him.  I grabbed a couple more for myself and started wiping the cum off my breasts.

"Yes, it was so sexy to have you with your boots on.  I was so turned on."

"I love the shape of your cock.  You sure know how to use it well."

"I'm inspired by your hot, sexy, MILF body."  He tossed the tissues in the trash and then picked up his shorts and put them on.

"So will it be weird if I met dates at the coffee when you're there?"

"Not at all," replied Dave.  "We just had some fun together tonight.  It would be nice if you could have fun with other guys and I certainly want to have fun with other women.  I hope we can remain buddies."

"Fuck buddies?"

"I'd like that.  Not every day, but if we both have nothing else going on..." He pulled on his pants and picked up his shirt.

"Then we'll fuck again," I said. "Like buddies."

You're going to be a grandma

Don brought me home at 3 PM so I had plenty of time to shower, washing off the sweat of our hot, passionate, interlude.

I arrived at my son, Tom's house a few minutes after six. He and his wife, Terry, greeted me with hugs. His dad had not arrived yet so they gave me a glass of wine and we sat down to chat.

"How are holding up?" Tom asked with concern.

"I'm doing just fine," I smiled. Keeping busy with lot's of new men in my life, I thought. I decided not to tell them about my wild adventures in to dating world. They might worry that I've lost my mind, having wild sex with one man after another. Since I'm not about to start any serious relationship there's nothing they need to know right now.

After a few minutes the doorbell rang. Tom and Terry suddenly looked anxious. Tom opened the door. It was his dad, my estranged husband, John.

And he had brought a date.

"This is Candy," John said as he introduced us to a blonde girl in her early twenties wearing a black dress so short it barely covered her crotch and a neckline plunging all the way to her naval, exposing most of her breasts, with only about half of each nipple covered.

She looked like she came straight over from her job at the strip club, I thought. I wonder how per hour John is paying.

What followed was many minutes of awkward conversation as John and Candy shamelessly kissed and groped each other between snippets of superficial conversation. Terry served the food and we all sat down to an uncomfortable meal.

I felt bad for Tom and Terry. John's behavior was disgusting. It was obvious that he wanted to burn all bridges between us, but he didn't have to hurt and embarrass his son in the process.

I was not bothered by John and his escort. I didn't matter to me that he was going to have sex with this child that evening. After all, I had been getting my share of new cock lately; my pussy was still warm and tingly from fucking Don that afternoon.

But at least I showed discretion and didn't subject my children to unpleasant behavior.

We finished diner and moved out to the living room.

"Mom, dad," John began in a serious tone. "I know these are difficult times and please forgive us for bringing you too both here so soon after your breakup, but we have really important news to share that we thought you should hear together."

My ears perked. Good news, I hoped.

"Mom, Dad," Tom beamed. "Terry is pregnant. You're going to be grandparents."

"That's wonderful," I exclaimed, jumping up to hug them both.

"Congratulations," John offered, with a little less enthusiasm.

I glanced over at a John's date. She was smiling, but I could see the wheels turning in her head. That's right, you slut, you're fucking a grandpa. How does that turn you on?

I wondered how it would affect my dating life. Men were calling me a MILF, but now I'm a GILF. A grandma they'd like to fuck.

Steaming up the mountain

I held on tight to Don's body, enjoying the thrilling ride.

It was a beautiful Colorado spring sunday. I was on a date with Don, Age: 43, 5'5", divorced, who I had first met in person last Monday after connecting through an online dating site.

Don was giving me a ride on his custom Kawasaki ZX-10 motorcycle. He picked me up at nine in morning and we drove to Golden, home of the Coors brewery, had a great breakfast at the Golden Skillet, and now were driving up the peak-to-peak highway to Estes Park.

It was a beautiful drive through the foothills and pine forests past the Indian Peaks of the Rockies. We leaned through turn after turn for an hour until we arrived at the small mountain town of Estes Park, outside the entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park.

We walked the main street of Estes Park window shopping all the small jewelery and trinket stores. Don appeared to enjoy going into each shop with me, looking at the silver and turquoise jewelery, figurines and Colorado souvenirs. But I wondered if Don was just biding his time in hopes of eventually getting laid.

Behind the shops of main street is a walkway along the Big Thompson River. We found a bench and sat down to enjoy the babling water. Don put his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder. I thought about the fight I had with Nick the night before about whether it was ok to date, and have sex with, multiple guys. Then I thought about how great the first time with a guy was. This was my first date with Don and we were snuggling together for the first time and there was something special about how it felt. It was thrilling to lean against this new man's body and anticipate what lay ahead.

"Ready for some lunch?" Don asked after a few minutes.

"Sure."

"Let's go to the Stanley Hotel," he suggested.

The old Victorian Stanley Hotel was built about a hundred years ago in Estes Park by the inventor of the Stanley Steamer. It was Steven King's inspiration for the hotel in the Shining. "That sounds romantic," I exclaimed.

I sat across from Don and drank in the experience of being with him. I had been with so many different men recently. I couldn't help but compare. Don was more rugged than Nick, shorter than Ted, more serious than Ken.

I continued to think about the thrill of being with a new guy. Unlike the others, I did not yet know what Don looked like naked. Did not know how he was endowed. Did not know what it would feel like when our bodies entwined.

The anticipation was delicious.

I thought about fucking Don right away, but then remembered that I was supoosed to but at my son's house for dinner that night and I needed Don to get me back to town in time. I'd need to let the anticipation build even more and schedule a second date for our initial boffing.

"This is a pretty neat place," Don remarked.

I looked around the old fashioned dining room and could easily imagine what it looked like around the turn of the twentieth century, filled with couples who had driven up in their horseless carriages. "It's very romantic. I love Victorian design."

"It would be nice to get a room here and explore the romanance further," he suggested with a wink.

"It would wonderful," I agreed.

"Then let's do it right now." Don smiled a mischeivious grin.

"I'd love to, but I can't spend the night tonight. I have dinner at my son and his wife's house this evening. I need to be back by four to get ready."

"We don't have to spend the night. We can have some good old style romance and still be back by four."

"Do you think I'm the kind of girl that would check into a hotel room to have sex with a guy on the first date?" I looked at Don significantly.

"Um, no, I'm sure you're a very moral and upright woman. Um, I just had an impulsive thought. I'm sorry."

I laughed. Don was cute as he back-peddled. "Actually I enjoy being impulsive. The idea of checking into this fine hotel for an hour of naughtiness really excites me."

Don's face suddenly lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He looked down at my chest and studied the shape of my breasts through the tight t-shirt I was wearing, then back up at my face grinning broadly. It was exciting to see Don's reaction as he realized he was about to get laid.

"Let's not waste any time," he said as he signaled the waiter to bring the check.

I stood behind Don as he registered and noticed the desk clerk give me an appreciative look. Did he know that Don and I were just going to use the room for an hour of wild sex? As he handed Don back his card I could see a trace of envy; he knew Don was about to get very lucky.

As we walked up down the long, narrow hall to the room I felt deja vu because it did look exactly like the hotel in The Shining.

"After you," he said as he unlocked the door.

It was a beautiful Victorian room with a large four-poster bed covered with a quilted chiffon comforter, a small divan against the foot board, an old-fashioned light fixture in the center of the ceiling, decorative moldings around the ceiling and door frame, fancy curtains around a round window with beaded glass. Everything was new because the room was remodeled, but they really did a good job of making it look like it must have looked in the early twentieth century. This was going to be a very romantic place to fuck.

I turned to face Don. "This room is beautiful," I said.

"A beautiful room for a beautiful woman," he smiled and put his arms around me.

I grabbed his waist and we kissed. I had kissed so many men recently that I couldn't help but evaluate him. Good, firm pressure, but his lips were too tightly closed; he needed to open them a bit. I opened mine slightly and then slide my tongue across his lips. He opened right up and brought his tongue in contact with mine. Definitely good now.

We stood in the room hugging and kissing for a couple minutes. When we broke for air I took Don by the hand and lead him to the foot of the bed where I sat on the divan. I looked up at him, smiled, and then unbuckled his belt.

I felt like I was unwrapping a present. I had no idea what lay in store for me beneath those well worn, sexy jeans. From the bulge he was sporting I was sure that I wouldn't be disappointed. The first thing I would learn about Don would be boxers or briefs.

I unbuckled his jeans and unzipped his fly. Briefs. Nice surprise.

I really let myself get into the excitement of being with a new guy for the first time. Now I would meet Don's cock. I could see from the lump in his shorts that he already getting aroused. I rubbed it, making Don squirm slightly. Nice and fat.

I grabbed the waistband of Don's briefs and pulled them down in one swift motion. Boing, his cock flipped out. It was circumsized, about halfway erect, pointing almost straight toward me, curving down just slightly. I wrapped my fingers around it, took my thumb and rubbed the tip. There were a few drops of pre-cum. I spread the juice around the head with my thumb and felt Don stiffen further.

"Mmm, yes baby, that feels so good," He moaned.

I put his whole head into my mouth and sucked while stroking his shaft. I moved my tongue around, tracing every line around the head. When I moved my tongue along the little crack below his spout hole he jumped.

"Ooh yes!" He exclaimed.

I stroked a little faster and continued to work him with my mouth and tongue, hitting that sweet spot every few seconds, keeping him writhing with pleasure.

His cock was now very hard and I imagined what it would be like to have it inside me. The very thought got me increasingly exciting until I could feel my juices flowing. I closed my mouth tight around it and moved my head slowly forward, feeling the size and the shape as his cock filled my mouth and bumped against the back of my throat, the whole time thinking how it would feel going in down below. My vagina responded with a warm tingle. I was ready.

"I hate to rush things," I said, looking up while still gently stroking him, "but I do need to get back to town this afternoon. Are you ready to go at it?"

He had a silly grin as he nodded his head and said, "Absolutely."

I stood up and pulled off my top, watching him unbutton his shirt. He had nice pecs, not too much hair, a couple tattoos; an eagle on one side and a pattern on the other.

I unzipped my jeans and slid them down. He nodded approving when he saw my black thong. He got out his remaining clothes as I took off my thong and we stood naked for a minute checking out each other's bodies.

I climbed onto the antique bed and lay back with my legs open. As soon as my head hit the pillow Don's head was in between my legs and he began to eat me. He had great technique; his tongue move deftly around my pussy. I squirmed and moaned as Don licked and sucked my labia. I could feel the juices flowing inside me as my heart began to pound and my breathing quickened.

"I'm ready, Don," I breathed. "I'm ready for you to fuck me."

"I'm ready to fuck you, too," Don grinned as he lifted his head out of my crotch.

I rolled over and grabbed my purse to get a condom. I handed it to him and got on my hands and knees on the bed, facing the mirror where I could see the reflection of the four poster bed and our two naked bodies.

Don slipped the rubber over his hard cock and got on his knees behind me. He slapped my pussy with his pleasure pole a few times and then began rubbing my clit with it.

I grabbed the bedpost tightly as I felt Don slide into me from behind, in exactly the same position that Ken took me in just over twenty-four hours ago.

In the mirror could see Don's tattooed body behind me as thrusted into my cunt. My tits hung below swinging to and fro as he slammed against me. I wondered how many other fucking couples had been reflected in that mirror. How many cocks and pussies had joined together in the hundred years history of this room? I could imagine their ghostly reflections in the glass around the image of Don and I in heated passion.

We kept at it like this for several minutes, the antique bed creaking as he drove his stone hard cock into me again and again.

"Do you want to switch?" Don asked. "I'd to be on top of you, kissing you hard while I drill you."

"God, yes," I replied. Let me wrap and arms and legs around your hard, sexy body.

Don pulled out of me and I lay down on my back, Don positioning himself between my legs. He guided his cock back into my pussy and lowered his body on top of me. As the weight of Don's body on top of mine pushed me into the soft comforter I started to think of all the couples over the last one hundred years that had sex in this room.

Around the turn of the century couples would drive up here in their buggies and horseless carriages, dapper-looking men in black suits and top hats, women in their long dresses with puffed sleeves and high necks, petticoats and corsets underneath. It must have taken some effort to get undressed, but once they did they were just naked people slapping their flesh together like Don and I were doing right now.

In the Roaring 20's women wore their flapper clothes to kick up their heels in the hotel's grand ballroom, then came up here with their men, kicked off their heels, slipped out of their sequined dresses and silk undergarments to do the horizontal Charleston.

During the depression only the very rich could cum here. But perhaps some farmer may have saved up all year to give his wife a special night. In this very room he would take off his overalls, unbutton his wife's plain cotton dress, and they would make the kind of love that money couldn't buy.

After the war couples would stay here after being apart for years. The woman would part her legs in a V for Victory and the returning soldier would eagerly storm her beaches.

In the decades since many, many more woman have had sex in this very spot where Don was thrusting his cock into me, his pelvic bone hitting my clit with just the right amount of force and perfect rythym that I could feel a second orgasm coming on.

My muscles began tp contract as the intense pleasure pulsed out from my clit.

Don nuzzled and kissed my neck and the side of my face as he continued to slide his cock up and down my vaginal tunnel. The orgasm grew more intense, making my body heave and writhe under Don's body weight.

Don held on tight for the wild ride, not yet cumming himself, his steel hard pleasure piston kept pumping my throbbing pussy. My orgasm now felt so intense that I moved into a dream-like state. I felt a spiritual oneness with every other woman who had an orgasm here. As Don continued to fuck me his image blurred in my mind so that I felt I was being fucked by the countless other men who had fucked their women here.

Then things came back into focus and I found Don laying motionless on top of me, breathing heavily. I realized he had just had his own orgasm. I wrapped my arms around his body as he breathed heavily beside my ear.

After a few moments Don lifted his head, smiled, kissed me. Then he pushed himself up off of me enough for him to pull his cock out. "That was some wild sex," he said as he slipped off the condom. "This may sound crazy, but I couldn't help but think of all the couples who have had sex in this very room over the years. In, fact," he paused dramatically, "as I was cumming I had like a vision of all of them here in the bed with us."

I stared at him in shock. "Me too. That is so weird."

"The room must haunted. Haunted by the fucks of every couple that has been here."

"And now our fuck will haunt this room," I smiled.

"Yes, it was a fuck that will live forever."

Not taking it to the next level

Windy Peak is one of the hip hot spots in Denver. The valets park Jaguars and Rolls while patrons vie for sightings of local sports and media celebrities among the business leaders with their trophy wives and the gen x and y crowd looking like models.

I was quite impressed when Nick brought me here for our third date. To say it was expensive would be like saying Brad and Angelina make a cute couple. And if they were in town then this where they would eat.

Nick was wearing a light gray Armani suit and silk tie. He looked like he had stepped out of GQ with his hair expertly styled and I believe that his eyebrows were plucked.

I was wearing a black cocktail dress, strapless, hem was just above my knees. It was elegant enough that I fit in well with the crowd, but still could be called a "fuck-me dress." That's exactly what I had in mind, too. A nice elegant evening following by some good fucking.

We had some very pleasant conversation during dinner, then, as we split a slice of cheesecake for dessert, Nick's expression turned serious. "Diana, I want you to know that you are a very special lady. For a long time I never thought I would feel the way I feel about you. I know we've only been out on three dates, but I feel completely comfortable with you."

I froze, listening intently, hoping he wasn't going where I thought he was going.

"Diana, I'm ready to take this relationship to the next level." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelery box. "I want to give you a small token to show that I'm ready to commit to you, Diana." He opened the box to reveal a diamond pendant on a gold chain. He smiled broadly as he presented it to me.

"Oh Nick," I began, "you're a really great guy, and I like you a lot. But," I paused, searching for the right words. I noticed Nick's smile begin to fade. "As you pointed out, it has only been three dates."

"Yes, and we made love on our second date. That was pretty special, was it not?"

"It was a magical night. You're a great lover, Nick. But I'm just now getting back into the dating scene after being married my entire adult life. I'm not ready to jump straight into another long term relationship."

"I'm not saying we should get married," Nick said, setting down the box. "I just want to be as close to you as I can."

"That's sweet, Nick. But I'm not ready to be serious about any one guy right now. I need to just date right now until I figure out what I really want."

Nick frowned. "So you're dating other guys?"

"Nick." I looked at him seriously. "We met on an Internet dating site. Surely I'm not the only woman you've gone out with?"

"I went on a couple dates that didn't go anywhere. When we made love last week that was the first time I'd been with a woman in over two years. And I've not gone out with any woman since that night."

"I'm surprised to hear that," I replied. "But we didn't make any commitments, either before or after having sex. I'm very attracted to you Nick, and the last time we went out I wanted to have the most fun we could have, with or without our clothes on. But it didn't mean I was pledging fidelity to you and only you."

Nick's eyes narrowed. "So you're having sex right now with other guys?"

"Without getting too personal, let me just say this: since I've separted from my husband I have met several nice, attractive men, including you. When I'm with a man that I feel sexually attracted to, and he feels to same way about me, then I don't see any reason why we should not become intimate. I'm not deceiving anyone, and I'm not saving myself for anything. I'm a middle aged woman who has had sex with her husband thousands of times going out with middle-aged men who have also had sex thousands of times. I don't see it as such a big deal."

"So how many man have you fucked since we were last together?"

Hmm, I thought. There was Joe, who I met at Ladies Night with Megan, Bill, the comedian, who made me laugh and cum. Then there was Ted, with the eleven inch penis. I can't believe I was able to take all of him inside of me. And even tonight my pussy still had a warm afterglow from fucking Ken in the mountains.

"Does it really matter how many?" I said. "I'm simply not willing to commit to any one man at this point in my life. I like you Nick, and I was hoping that we would have some great sex later tonight,"

"Will there be anything else," interrupted the waiter, in an example of some the worst possible timing. "Coffee?"

"No just the check," snapped Nick.

"I'll just leave this and you can take your time." He looked me up and down and grinned as he walked off.

I chuckled as I thought about the incident. I can't wait to tell Bill about it. "However, Nick, if it's too much for you to handle then we shouldn't continue to see each other." I reached for the check. "Let me pay for dinner and appologize for any misunderstanding."

"No, No." Nick said, grabbing the check from me. "I'll pay."

I took out my credit card and dropped it onto the table. "Let's split it, and then we can part as friends."

Nick looked at me for several seconds. "Ok, friends then."

After we paid Nick drove home and we both rode in silence. When he parked in my drive I held out my hand for him to shake. "Goodbye friend."

"I'll walk you to your door at least," he said.

We got out and went to porch. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, I hope you don't hate me," I said as I unlocked the door.

"I don't hate you, Diana." He hugged me.

I hugged him back, looking up into his eyes. Our lips were drawn together and we suddenly kissed. Feeling ornery I reached down and put my hand on his crotch. "Instead of a goodbye hug and kiss, how about a goodbye fuck?" I suggested. "It won't mean anything. We could both be fucking other people tomorrow, but what other opportunity do we have to get laid tonight?"

"I don't know if I can do this."

"You don't know if you could just fuck me without worrying about committment?" I rubbed his crotch and I could feel him getting hard.

"I have feelings for you Diana."

"I know, but you're also a horney guy. Just use me to get your rocks off. I want to feel your cock squirting inside me one more time."

"Ok," he said and we went inside and straight to the coach.

I peeled off my dress as Nick took off his jacket, draped it on the recliner, undid his trousers and pulled them down. I dropped to my knees in my bra, panties, and high heels. I pulled down his shorts and started sucking his cock. He quickly became rock hard in my mouth. I reached into my purse on the floor and fumbled for a condom as I sucked on his cock.

I stood up, handed him the condom, pulled down my panties and stepped out of them. I lay back on the coach, still wearing my low-cut bra and high heels, spreading my legs wide open. "No thinking," I commanded. "Just fucking. I want you to fuck my pussy with that beautiful cock."

Nick kicked off his shoes, pulled off his pants and shorts, tore open the condom package, put it on, and moved between my legs still wearing his socks and shirt. "So you just want to fuck, eh? Well I'll give it you." He began rubbing his cock against my pussy.

"I love a man with a hard cock," I said, feeling nasty and wanting to talk dirty. "Are you going to fuck me good?"

"I'm going to give you what you deserve you dirty girl," Nick snarled as he slid the head of his cock into my wet pussy. It seemed like he was really angry as he pulled back his cock slightly and then thrust it in further. "Such ... a ... nasty ... nasty ... girl," he said, thrusting his cock deeper with each word until he was all the way inside me.

"God, I love it when a man shoves his hard cock into my pussy. I need a good fucking right now."

"I'm going to fuck the hell out of you, Diana," Nick said through gritted teeth as a series of hard, angry thrusts. "I'm going to fuck your cunt like it's never been fucked before."

The nasty talk was really getting me hot. I was enjoying playing the part of a whore. "You'll have to fuck me with all your might because my cunt has been fucked a lot lately." Not too far from the truth.

"You're such a ..." Nick said as he rammed into me with even more angry fervor.

"Go ahead Nick, call me a slut. That's what I am. I can't get enough cock in me."

"You fucking slut. You like the way I'm fucking you, you fucking slut?"

"God yes, you're fucking me good." This talk really was getting me off. I could feel the first tingles of an orgasm brewing inbetween my legs. "Best fuck I've had all day."

"You're slutty cunt makes my cock feel so good," Nick moaned as he continued to bang me.

"I love being fucked by a horny man. I want every inch of cock I can get." The orgasm was starting to grow; tiny convulsions rippled through all my muscles from beneath my breasts down to my thighs.

"You're such a whore, Diana, but I can't help fucking you. You're slutty body feels so good."

"I'm a whore, I'm a slut, my cunt loves to be fucked, you're fucking my cunt so good," I yelled as a full-on orgasm took control of my entired body.

"Here it comes, I'm blasting your cunt with my hot cum," Nick exclaimed giving a few final violent thrusts before releasing his wad deep inside me. Our bodies jerked together as we were both rocked by powerful orgasms.

Nick lay panting on top of me for a minute, then he got up, peeled off the condom, and looked around for the wastepaper basket.

I pointed to it as I grabbed a couple tissues and handed him. "Are you glad you came in for a proper goodbye?" I asked as I wiped the juices off my dripping pussy.

"That was some pretty hot sex," Nick said as he wiped his cock and tossed the tissue in the basket. "I've never talked to a woman like that before. But I still don't know how I feel about going out with you knowing that you're doing the same thing with other guys."

"I'm sorry that I'm not ready to commit to anyone yet. But anytime you want to get together and have fun please call me."

"I'll consider it." Nick said.

I pulled my dress back on and walked him to the door. We kissed a final time and I watched him drive off, not sure if I would ever see him again. It made me a bit sad. Then I remembered that tomorrow I was going on a motorcycle ride with Don. Yet another new guy. How long would it be before I fucked him? The prospect was exciting.

I had no regrets for the life I was living right now.

Mountain views

The sun shining through the trees made a mottled pattern on the trail ahead as Ken and I hiked through the alpine forest of lodge pole pines with scattered outcroppings of granite. The trail was steep in places as we climbed towards Devil’s Vista. Luckily I was still in good shape at the age of 45; I had been hiking trails like this all my life.

Ken led the way, staying only a couple paces ahead so that we could chat as we walked. When he looked back he smiled, I suspected appreciating the way I looked this Saturday morning. I had on a tight-fitting white t-shirt that clearly showed the shape of my breasts. The pockets of cold air that we passed through made my nipples stand up. Instead of my usual hiking shorts I had opted today for a khaki skirt. I’m sure that Ken could tell my erect nipples that I was not wearing a bra, but I wonder if he suspected I did not have panties on either.

My light-weight hiking shoes gave me good traction as we stepped on the soft earth that lined the rocky trail. We passed through a beautiful meadow filled with mountain grasses and wildflowers with a mountain stream running through the center.

“Look over there,” Ken whispered, pointing across the meadow to where a bull elk and three cows were grazing.

“They’re magnificent,” I said.

After the meadow the trail followed the stream steeply up towards its source. Ken gave me his hand to help me up some of the steeper places. At one point a two-foot high rock lay across the trail and Ken grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up onto it. It felt good to have his hands upon my waist and to feel his strong arms lifting my body.

We continued up the trail for another mile until we reached the summit and came upon a fantastic vista where we could see across miles of green foothills to the plains that spread out to the horizon. The sky scrappers of Denver looked like tiny blocks. Ken put his arm around me as we stood and admired the view.

"It's such a beautiful view," I said.

"Yes it is," Ken replied, looking straight at me.

I smiled and then we kissed. We held hands and walked a little further along the trail as it followed the ridge. Then the trail curved and started down the other side. There was a sign that said "Davis Lake 2.3 mi."

"Let me show you something," Ken said. He led me off the trail, through some bushes, down a short incline, and around a rock outcropping. We came to a wide ledge on the side of the mountain with a view even more breathtaking than the previous one. Across miles of pine-covered foothills we could see the peaks of Summit County where many of the Colorado ski resorts were.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "this really is a beautiful spot."

"I thought you'd like it."

"Yes, it would be a great spot to eat," I said with a mischeivious grin as I lifted up my skirt to reveal my recently shaved pussy.

Ken grinned and dropped to his knees in front of me. "It looks delicious," he said, then leaned forward and kissed my pussy. "Have you done something with your hair?"

"I removed it. How do you like it?"

"All the better to eat you, my dear."

I looked around. The ledge was about 50 feet wide with a large, flat boulder in the middle a little over two feet high, just perfect for sitting. "Let's sit down over here," I urged.

I put my hoodie down on the rock to sit on. I pulled up my skirt as I sat down and spread my legs.

Ken knelt down in front of me, put his hands on my knees, then lowered his face to my crotch. It felt a wonderful tingle as he licked me from my vagina to my clit. Then he went back to my vagina and licked around the rim. He poked me with his tongue. He began forcing his tongue inside me.

It felt good, but I needed a little more, so I pointed at my clit and said, "Put your tongue right here."

Ken obeyed and it instantly felt good. I started to squirm as he ran his tongue all around my clit, then started to suck and gently nibble it. He took his finger and rubbed around the entrance to my vagina while he continued to work my clit with his mouth. He poked his finger inside as he wagged his tongue against my clit.

I was feeling really good now. Ken was licking and sucking my clit as he finger-banged me. I felt my pussy stretch as he took two fingers and started working his way in. I grabbed his head and held it as my body squirmed from the building pleasure. After a I few minutes I let go and moaned, "Oh Ken, I'm want to fuck you now. Are you ready to fuck me?"

Ken stood up, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a condom. "I sure am."

As Ken took down his shorts I repositioned my hoodie and got on all fours with the jacket padding my knees from the hard granite and my head lowered down near the rock. Ken got behind me, lifted up my skirt, and placed his cock in between my legs.

I felt Ken poking around my pussy until he get his bearings. I got a jolt of pleasure as he slid up my slit and contacted my clit. Then I felt him slide back down and push against my vaginal opening. I was hot and wet from the oral sex and his head entered easily. He gave a few gentle thrusts, and my pussy opened up and let him all the way in.

There was no pain this time, much better than the first time Ken fucked me, just that warm, pleasant feeling of fullness within my vagina.

"Mmm, yes," I moaned, "that feels nice."

"Oh baby," breathed Ken as he began to pump my pussy, "it feels like heaven." The rock was the perfect height; Ken's knees were bent slightly so that he had good leverage to thurst into me with power, his balls slapping against my clit at the top of each stroke.

I looked out across the valley. I could see a large bird soaring over the tree tops. It was a some type of raptor. I strained to see whether it was a hawk or a falcon. Then I saw that the head was white. It was a bald eagle, our national symbol, soaring over the mountains while Ken fucked my bald pussy from behind on this rocky precipice.

It felt good to be alive amid such beauty. It felt good to a woman, good to have a man inside me, sexual energy flowing between us.

My pussy was tingling. I reached back and began to rub my clit with two fingers. I could feel an orgasm building within me.

Suddenly Ken shouted, "Yes!" and thrust into me so hard that he nearly lifted me off the rock. Then he stood still, breathing heavily.

Oh, he came, I thought. Well he lasted a good three or four minutes this time, so he is improving. I came pretty close to cumming this time too. And I still had that date with Nick tonight; last time I was with him he gave me a terrific orgasm. Ken had just gotten me throughly warmed up so that it'll be really great with Nick tonight.

Then that pang of sluttyness hit me; as soon as one guy cums inside me I'm already thinking of the next guy that I'm going to see in the same day. Well, I told myself, you're a grown up as are all these men. Probably not one of them would pass up an opportunity to have sex with two women in the same day.

Ken put the used condom in a baggie along with the wrapper. "Take only pictures, leave only footprints," he said.

"I hope no one took a picture of what we just did," I replied.

"Nope, we're very secluded here," he assured me.

We hiked back down the mountain, holding hands, stopping often to hug and kiss.

We were driving back to town in Ken's truck when he asked, "Am I getting you back in time for your event tonight?"

"Um, yes," I said hesitantly, not wanting to reveal too much. Then I changed my mind and decided to be honest with Ken. "I want to be open with you Ken, you're not the only guy that I'm seeing."

"That's fine, we never discussed our relationship," he replied. "I'm going on dates with other women too. No one like you, however. In fact, I have a date tonight that I was thinking I would cancel if you wanted to do something."

"Well," I said, "I do like being with you Ken, but I have a date that had I made previously."

"I thought so," Ken said with a hint of disappointment. "So, if I have an opportunity to get laid tonight, I should go for it?"

I'm sure am getting laid again tonight, I thought. "Absolutely, I hope you do get laid. You're a great guy and you deserve it."

"Wow, I'm baffled," Ken said, shaking his head. "I've never had a woman actually encourage me to have sex with another woman. With most women they want a full commitment before they let me get to second base."

"Well, I've been committed my whole life," I've explained. "Then I discovered that he wasn't committed to me. Now I can't trust my own judgment when it comes to trusting men."

"I'm sorry to hear that. It's not good to lose trust."

"No, it's not, but I'm OK with it. I'm at a point in my life where I don't need to be in a committed relationship, so why not just have fun?"

"Why not, indeed, that's a great attitude," Ken nodded. We were now entering my neighborhood.

"It frees us up, I think. I definitely want to see you again, Ken, and I'm sure that when I do I will want to fuck you again. In the meantime, we're each free to take advantage of whatever other opportunities arise."

Ken pulled into my driveway. "That sounds good," he smiled, but I could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Have a good time tonight."

"Yes, you too." I kissed him and go out of the truck, feeling so some mixed feelings myself as he drove away.

Big Ted

"Would you like to come in?" I said to Ted, thinking about how last night Bill, the comedian, had called those six magic words that give a man hope of getting laid. If the woman invites you in then you're on track for getting lucky.

Bob had definitely got lucky last night. After he took me to the Comedy Works to watch him perform at amateur night I took him home to fuck his brains out. And he was definitely not an amateur in bed.

But now I was with Ted, the third guy in three days, the fifth guy I had been out with since I'd separated from my husband, John, after learning he had been cheating on me with numerous women over the last several years of our marriage.

For my whole life I had been faithful to one man. But in the last week I had slept with four different men. Now I was inviting number five to come in.

Does this make me a slut?

Do I even care if I'm slut? My kids are grown and on their own. My son is 23 and married. My daughter is 19 and in college. I don't want her to do what I've been doing. But then her situation is different. She will be getting married one day and her future husband might have a problem if she had a reputation of being a big slut on campus.

I had already gotten what I really needed from marriage: two beautiful children who grew into great adults. Now I did not need a committed relationship. I can support myself, take care of myself. I should be free to do what John said he was going to do when he left: fuck who I want when I want.

But can I really do that? Is it really OK for a middle-aged mom of two grown kids to be having sex with many different guys at same time? In order for me to not be considered a slut but still go out with more than one guy I'd have to not have sex with any of them until I found the right guy with whom I wanted to have a committed relationship.

But I was with someone my entire adult life whom I thought was the right guy and then I found he had cheated on me with many different women.

So why would I want to enter into the same type of relationship again, just switching in a different guy who I would have just met and not necessarily be able to trust any better than my husband?

If my goal in dating is not to find a relationship then what should it be? Entertainment, companionship, fun. What's wrong with that?

Tonight I'm with Ted. He is a handsome man; six foot six, dark hair, chiseled features. Never been with a man so tall. We had a great dinner. Ted is intelligent and we discussed some thought provoking topics. It's been awhile since a man has challenged me intellectually and I've enjoyed myself tonight.

Now I've invited him in. It doesn't automatically mean that we're going to have sex. It just means I'm not quite ready to end the evening so we'll see where things go.

"Certainly," Ted replied, rousing me from my retrospective with a start.

We went on in and I directed him to sit on the sofa. The same sofa where I had fucked Ken this last weekend.

I asked if he wanted a drink and brought us both glass of wine. I handed Ted his glass and sat down beside him.

"This is a lovely home you have here," Ted remarked.

"Thank you," I replied. "I've lived here over twenty years. My son was a toddler when we bought this house. My daughter lived here her whole life. Until just few weeks ago when she started college."

"My oldest son will start college next year," Ted said. "He's applying to schools now. His SAT scores were as high as they should have been. It's been a struggle getting him to study. I'm hoping my alumni status will help him get into Stanford. Otherwise he'll have to go to a public university."

"Like me, and my kids. I went to CU Boulder, my son to CSU and my daughter is at UNC."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply," Ted back-peddled. "I'm just a little frustrated that my kids don't seem to have the same drive that I did when was their age."

"Yes, I was a lot more motivated to succeed when I was growing up," I replied thinking that Ted should be better motivated to say that right things if he wanted to succeed in getting into my pants.

"And succeed you have, being both intelligent and beautiful. If your kids take after you then I'm sure they go far in life."

Good recovery. "Thank you, you're a pretty interesting guy yourself."

"I find myself highly motivated when in the company of such a beautiful creature as yourself."

"Thanks," I smiled, partly because I was pleased by the complement and partly because it sounded like he was laying it on thick. We stared into each others eyes for a moment, then I felt myself drawn to him as he moved closer to me. We simultaneously set down our glasses and put on arms around each other and then started to kiss. Softly at first, then we pressed tighter as our embrace strengthened.

We kissed passionately there on the sofa, our hands exploring each others bodies. I hadn't ever kissed a guy as big as Ted and I enjoyed feeling his large shoulders and back. We made out for about five minutes before Ted's hands contacted my breasts. His hands were large and strong and it felt good being caressed by him.

I began to squeeze his thighs. My hand moved up and then suddenly I felt a lump, but it was too far down to be what I thought it was. Or was he... My fingers began to squeeze the outline and move up, feeling the entire shape of it. I felt it stiffen and grew even larger as I touched it through his pants. I couldn't believe it. I was feeling his penis and it was huge.

Ted paused in his kissing and said, "So you've discovered that I'm cursed with an anatomical abnormality."

"I guess I should have expected it from how tall you are."

"If you want, maybe we can move to your bedroom and you can examine my proportions more thoroughly," he grinned. "But only if you want to. This is our first date and I don't want to move too fast for you."

"No, I want to," I said. "It wouldn't hurt to get a better look." I stood up and took his hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom along the same path I took Joe and Bill. Three different guys, three days in a row. I felt slutty again, but I had to see what Ted had in his pants.

We stopped at the foot of my bed and then faced each other as we undressed. We both kicked off our shoes first. I unbuttoned my blouse as he unbuttoned his shirt. We dropped them on the floor together. I took off my bra as he unbuckled his pants. I unzipped my skirt and he slid his pants down. I let my skirt fall to the floor as he dropped his pants and took off his socks.

We stood there for a moment, I was wearing only my panties and Ted had just a pair of boxers on with a giant bulge and the tip of his penis poking out the left leg. I sat down on the end of the bed. Ted stood in front of me. I grabbed the waist band of his boxers and pulled them down, to reveal the largest penis I'd ever in seen.

It was not even fully erect. It came out from his body several inches and then dropped down at about a thirty degree angle. I grabbed around his shaft about one third of the way from the tip. It was thick as well as long; my fingers barely closed round it. I gave it a couple strokes and then reached up with my other hand and felt the tip.

Ted squirmed with pleasure as I touched him.

"How big is it?"

"Do you think I'm so vain as to have measured my penis with a ruler?"

"You must have at some point in your life."

Ted chuckled. "Eleven and one quarter inches."

"Very nice," I said and leaned forward, placing my lips on the head of his cock, kissing it. I opened my mouth slightly and then traced around the head with my tongue.

Ted flinched again and his penis grew harder. I open my mouth wider and put the entire head inside. I looked up and saw he was enjoying himself.

I stroked it with my right hand as I sucked the head. I reached up and began massaging his balls with my left. I titillated the tip with my tongue as I sucked. After a minute of two Ted was fully erect. I pulled my head back to admire his manhood. It looked just like a penis only much, much bigger.

I sucked on him some more, bobbing my head, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth until it banging against the back of my throat. I've never been a deep-throat girl; I would never get more than about two thirds of my husband John's seven inch cock into my mouth. With Ted I was only going a couple inches beyond the fat head of his cock.

I took a break to get some air; removed his cock from my mouth and just stroked it. I looked up and saw Ted with his eyes closed, apparently loving what I was doing to him.

Then I looked at his giant cock again and felt an involuntarily shudder as I thought of it going into my pussy. What would it be like to be fucked by this cock? Would it hurt? Would it tear my pussy? Now I was a bit nervous.

"Shall I reciprocate?" Ted asked.

"Umm," I said, thinking for a moment about what he meant. Oh, right, he wants to eat my pussy. And I had just shaved it yesterday. "Oh, yes," I grinned, quickly standing up, removing my panties, and then scooting back onto the bed. This was just what I needed, to be throughout warmed up before taking that giant fuck staff inside of me.

I spread my legs as Ted got down on his knees before me. Ted began kissing and nuzzling all around my pubic area, then began teasing with his tongue. It felt great. He moved to my clit and tingles of pleasure started immediately. He worked back down to my vagina, inserted his tongue and then back up along my labia to my clit again. He was just as expert at pussy eating as Joe was on Wednesday.

Ted inserted his index finger into my vagina which was now thoroughly wet. It felt really good; he was banging me with his finger as he licked and nibbled my clit. Then he went to two fingers and worked them in past the second knuckle. He added a side-to-side movement as he banged me. I realized that he was stretching my pussy in preparation for his big cock. I felt a tinge of anxiety again at the thought of his big cock going into me. But I quickly relaxed because my pussy was now very wet and getting looser.

Ted looked up at me. "Are you ready?"

"Um, yeah," I said tentatively.

"If you don't want to go all the way that's fine, I understand," Ted said, "but I want to assure you that I've been operating this penis my whole life. I've been fortunate enough to use it to pleasure many women over the years. I pride myself in painless penetration."

"Then by all means, please proceed," I said, amused by the alliteration, "Let get a condom."

"I brought my own," he said, digging in his pants on the floor and then coming up with a large condom package. "I need an extra large."

I scooted back all the way onto the bed and lay on my back with my legs spread. I watched Ted roll the large condom on, climb onto the bed and crawl on his knees in-between my legs, his enormous cock still fully erect.

It's not too late to back out, I thought to myself.

Ted placed his left hand on the bed beside me and lowered himself halfway onto me. With his right hand he took his cock and placed it on my pussy. He just let it lay there for a few moments as I felt the weight of his man meat on me.

Then he rubbed his cock up my labia to my clit and back down to my vagina. He didn't try to enter me, he just rubbed the tip around my opening picking up the juices that were oozing out after his cunnilingus and moved back to my clit to spread them around.

It felt different than it usually does when a man rubs his cock against my clit. Because Ted was so much thicker the pressure was spread out over a larger area so that the stimulation was least sharp, more even. It was a warm, very pleasurable feeling.

Ted moved back to my vagina and this time pressed his tip into a bit. I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him. But before I felt any discomfort he pulled back out, his tip again covered with my own juices and moved back up to stimulate my clit some more. It felt wonderful and I could feel more juices oozing inside my pussy as I anticipated being filled by this giant cock.

He repeated the procedure, pushing his tip just a tiny fraction deeper, stretching my pussy lips a little wider, then back up to my clit and down to my vagina again. After a few minutes he was able to fit the entire head of his cock into the opening of my vagina.

I lifted myself up on one elbow so that I could get a clear view of the action. I was not used to the way my shaved pussy looked and that combined with Ted's enormous cock pushing it's way into me made an alien sight, like I was watching a porno. except I could feel it. I could really feel it going in.

My wet pussy stretched further as he pumped me with short gentle strokes. Each pump brought him a little bit deeper. It was so thrilling to see this large penis working its way into me and knowing I would soon be filled with this rock-hard phallus.

My breath became quick and shallow and my heart pounded as I felt the head of Ted's cock moving deeper into me, my pussy stretched tightly around it. Ted was now four or five inches into me and began taking long slow strokes as he fucked his cock deeper and deeper into my pussy. He was now deeper than Bill could go, deeper than Nick, deeper than my husband John had ever been inside me.

Ted leaned down and kissed me. "Is it feeling good?" He asked after we finished a long passionate kiss while he worked his way a couple inches deeper.

"It's wonderful," I cooed.

I looked down as he pulled his cock all the way back until the head almost came out and then pushed it back in slowly to a full eight inches. He was now as deep inside me as any man had ever been and with his thickness I felt completely full. I'd never been stimulated like this before, watching his long thick staff sliding into my pussy, feeling the fat head pushing open the walls of my vagina, the friction of his staff against the inside of my pussy, the bump of head against my cervix.

Ted fucked me in silence for a while. He delivered smooth stroke after smooth stroke, going about nine inches into me and back out again. "Are you liking this?" He asked.

"I'm loving it," I replied, never had a man so deep inside me.

"I could go a little deeper, but we'd need different angle. However, if your fine like this, I am too, most certainly."

"No, I'd like to have all of you." How often does a girl get a chance to be fucked by an eleven inch cock? I was not going to miss out on a single inch of his amazing pleasure tool.

"Ok, lets put a pillow under your butt. That should give me the angle I need to reach all the way to the back of your vagina."

Ted pulled his cock all the way out and I grabbed the king size pillow from the other side of the bed, the one my husband John used to sleep on. I placed it under my butt and lay back with my knees up, legs open, feet flat on the bed.

Ted move into position between my legs, holding his cock near the end. He rubbed the tip around on my pussy before inserting it into me again. He then pushed it in a couple inches, pulled back and repeated the process of fucking his way into me. But this time my pussy eagerly gobbled up his giant throbbing member so that within a few strokes he was as deep as before.

Then he grinned at me, adjusted his hips slightly and slowly, gently pushed deeper until his entire staff disappeared into my fuck hole. I could feel his tip bumping against the back of my vagina and I got a tingling feeling in my stomach.

"How are you doing?" He asked, holding his position.

"I'm doing awesome," I grinned.

Ted pulled back his cock and then started fucking me with long, slow strokes. He looked directly into my eyes and said, "Your beauty is amazing, Diana. It is such a pleasure to gaze down upon your lithe, naked form, to touch your satin smooth skin, to look into your eyes, as blue as the sky."

Those were really nice compliments made nicer by the pleasant sensation of his cock sliding up and down my pussy. "You're very handsome yourself, Ted," I murmured.

"You are one sexy lady. Being with you makes me so incredibly excited and aroused. As I hope you can tell," he said as he continued to slide his rock-hard cock slowly and deliberately up and down the entire length of my love tunnel.

"Oh, yes," I exclaimed, "I can tell. I can definitely tell."

Ted leaned his face down to mine and we kissed tenderly. He continued to fuck me with those long slow strokes for several minutes as we continued to exchange sweet nothings and passionate kisses.

I was just laying back enjoying it all. It felt very good as his cock moved all the in and all the way out. It actually was not intense enough to make me cum; clitoral stimulation is what it takes to make me cum; when the guy bumps his pubic bone against my clit that is what gives me an orgasm. Even though Ted was able to get his entire cock inside me he was just too big to bump me in the right way. I could rub my clit with my fingers as Ted fucked me, but I was enjoying this just fine. It still felt very good as his cock traveled so far into me and then so far back out over and over again. As he pushed in it pulled and tighten the skin over my clit which produced a very nice sensation.

I really enjoy how close I feel to a man during intercourse. And nothing makes you feel closer to a guy than to have his cock almost a foot inside you.

For most of my life I felt this closeness with just one man, my husband John. But now I've been with four other guys in the last week and I was really enjoying it. It was so thrilling to be with a man for the very first time. Each was unique and there was a special thrill the first time a man touched me, kissed me, put dick into me.

Ted began to moan and then fucked me with shorter, faster strokes. It started felling good for me too. I was having a mild orgasm. Suddenly Ted cried out, thrusting his mighty fuck pumper all the way in and holding it. I could feel it pulsing deep inside me as he fired his jism into the condom.

"Wow," Ted exclaimed.

"Yes, that was wonderful," I said.

Ted took a minute to catch his breath before he pulled all the way out all removed the giant condom. He dropped it in the waste basket and looked around for the box of tissues. He handed me a couple and took a couple himself. After wiping off our passion juices, we lay together snuggling for a few more minutes.

"Do you want me to spend the night?" Ted asked.

"Um," I stammered, thinking about my busy dating schedule, "you don't have to."

"Maybe we need to discuss our expectations now that we entered into this level of intimacy."

"I don't have any expectations," I said. "Do you?"

"Do you mean," Ted asked with a quizzical look, "that you don't interpret this act of consummation that we just performed as meaning that we should now have an exclusive relationship?"

"I don't remember either of us saying anything like that. I just remember discovering that you had a big penis and then wanting to find out what it would be like to fuck you."

"So you're just want me for my cock?"

"Not just your cock," I said. "I like you, Ted, and I want to see you again. But I don't necessarily want to go steady right now."

"That's a bit of a relief. I've had trouble before with women assuming we were exclusive before we had discussed it."

"They just want to have your giant cock all to themselves. But I think that a gift like you have should be shared with the whole world."

"You have a very refreshing point of view, Diana. I definatly want to see more of you, if you're not too busy sharing your gifts with the world," Ted grinned.

"Oh, I think I can fit you in," I retorted.

Close shave

It's finally Friday, what a week. I met some good looking new guys. I had sex two nights in a row with two different guys. And I have a full schedule this weekend.

As I was getting ready for work this morning, dressing in jeans and a white top for casual Friday, my son called me.

"Mom, do you want to come to dinner at our house this Sunday?"

Let's see, I thought, I have a date tonight with Ted, a date Saturday with Nick, and on Sunday I'm going on a motorcycle ride with a new guy, Don. He's picking me up in the morning, but, who knows, I might want to spend all day, and all night, with him.

However, I had not spent any time with my son and his wife since separating from John. My family is important. I've been spending lots of time with lots of guys and I need to have the right priorities. Don will just have to bring me home early. "Sure, honey, what time?"

"About six thirty."

"Do you want me to bring anything?"

"No, I think we have it covered."

"OK, then I'll see Sunday. Love you."

"I love you too, mom."

I finished getting ready and then left for work. On the way my cell phone rang. It was Ken. He had left me a couple messages and I had not called him back. I debated whether I should let it go to voice mail. Ken was nice and was the first guy I had sex with after leaving John. Ken was good looking and well endowed, but the sex was not the best. He was too fast; he didn't get me warmed up and he came right away. It was nothing like the long tender love making session at Nick's house the next night. Nor was it as thrilling as meeting a stranger, Joe, at a club and taking him home where he ate my pussy so good. Even Bill, with his slightly shorter penis, was still able to make me cum.

I shouldn't just leave Ken hanging, it wasn't right. I better talk to him. I pressed the button on my blue-tooth headset to answer the call as I drove. "Hello."

"Hello, Diana? This is Ken. How have you been?"

"Hi Ken. I've been just fine. How are you?"

"Great now that I hear your voice. Hey, you like hiking, right? I know a great place I think you'll love."

"OK, tell me about it," I said as I thought about how I should proceed.

"It's called devil's overlook. It's a nice, secluded trail with fantastic views."

Secluded, hm, that got me thinking. There were a few times that John and I had gone into the mountains, found a secluded spot and got it on in the great outdoors. It was some of the hottest sex we ever had. My dirty little mind began spinning. Maybe Ken deserved a second chance. "Well, I have a pretty busy weekend, Ken, but Saturday morning and afternoon are open. But you'd have to get me back home by four."

"It's a deal. I can pick you up at nine in morning if that's OK with you."

"I'm looking forward to it," I said.

The rest of my day was laid back. I got home and began to get ready for my date with Ted that evening. As I was showering I found myself thinking ahead to Ken on Saturday. Maybe I could teach Ken to be a better fuck I thought as I rinsed the soap and shampoo off my body. Ken's problem was that he was too fast. Nick, on the other hand, took his sweet time. I had a great orgasm with Nick. Joe from the club ate my pussy real good and got me so warmed up that his cock slid right inside my pussy with no resistance at all.

That's what Ken needed to do, I realized as I turned off the shower and picked up the shaving cream and razor to shave my legs. And I was going to make it easy for him. I took the shaving cream, got a big pile in my hand and rubbed it all over my triangular patch of pussy hair. Then I took the razor and began along the top, shaving down until the razor was full of hair, then rinsing it off under the facet. I shaved along the crease between my thigh and pelvis, moving closer to my labia with each stroke. When I had the major part of my bush gone I then went back over the area until every little hair was shaved.

I then toweled myself dry. It felt good as I wiped my cleanly shaved pussy with the soft, fuzzy towel.

I checked myself in the mirror. I looked good. Good enough to eat.

Funny guy

If this is your first visit, why not start at the beginning?

"How many of you are not in relationship, but just dating?" There was a smattering of applause as Bill began his comedy routine at open mic night at the Comedy Works. I hit it off well with Bill when we met for coffee after finding each other through online dating. He he great sense of humor and when I suggested he could be a comedian he told me that as a matter of fact he was and invited me here.

"Dating is a nether world for us guys." Bill continued. "It's that transition period that begins with you hoping you're going to get laid up until the whole world knowing who you're fucking. When you are boyfriend and girlfriend you're really telling everyone, 'That's right, we're fucking." The crowd laughed. "When you're a guy dating means not totally sure you're getting laid. Even if you've done it already, the girl could still blame it on alcohol. After you've moved together then you'd be stretching it."

I laughed along with the rest of the audience. Bill was looking right at me. I was sitting at the table Bill picked out when we came in together; three rows back so that we'd be less of a target to the comedians on stage he said. Bill seemed more pleased with my reaction than with the rest of the audience.

"Of course for women, there's less uncertainty because they know if the guy's getting laid or not." Bill paused while the crowd applauded. "For them dating is code for, 'I'm not telling what I'm doing with this guy. We might be just having dinner, might be fucking, I'll just let everyone wonder.'"

I laughed although I wasn't sure I agreed. I wasn't yet sure if Bill was getting laid tonight. His chances looked good, but it was more about how I felt at the end of the evening. I had already had sex with three different guys since separating from my husband. I wasn't sure if I wanted to add a fourth guy to the mix, even though Bill was cute and made me laugh.

"I recently started online dating. I find it very interesting comparing a woman's online profile with what she's like in person. I think it should be a requirement that in the online photos people should be required to hold up a paper with today's date." He got a big laugh with that. I hope he didn't mean me; I used a recent photo.

After his routine was over Bill came back to our table and we listened to the rest of the amateur comics. Some were funny, some were bad. I thought Bill was one of the funnier ones.

When the night was over Bill drove me home. He walked me to the front door.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked.

"Yes, the six magic words every guy wants to hear at the end of a date. The phrase that keeps alive the hope that the night will end in sex."

I laughed as I unlocked the door, "I could make up an excuse like, 'Do you want to see my wine collection or teddy bear collection', but we're both know what we want, so let's just rock each others world."

"I think you just rocked mine," he grinned. "Now I need a tissue."

I closed the door and we immediately began making out in the foyer. After a minute or two of passionate kissing Bill began to fondle my breasts. I reached down and fondled his crotch.

"Oh no," Bill exclaimed, "The secret's out, you've discovered my erection."

"Let go upstairs and reveal all our secrets," I said, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs.

"You'll never make me talk," he said, following me up to the bedroom, "unless you like dirty talk."

We ripped off each others clothes, and then climbed onto the bed naked. As Bill fondled my breasts I stroked his cock. It was a little bit smaller than Nick's cock, who was a bit smaller than my husband John. Bill was about five inches long and uncircumcised. It was the first one that I had seen. It looked funny with hard round head poking out of the foreskin. I watched how the foreskin moved as I stroked him.

"My parents decided not to circumcise me," Bill explained, "because they were afraid of causing brain damage."

I laughed as I began to rub his tip with my thumb. I could feel pre-cum already started to leak out.

"I think I want to dive face first into your Bermuda Triangle and get lost forever," Bill said as he rubbed my pussy.

"If you're asking to eat my pussy," I said, slightly confused by his humor, "then absolutely," I answered, scooting back and opening my legs.

"Yes," he replied. "I wish to dine on the world's greatest delicacy." He scooted around in front of me and lowered his head between my legs. "The bearded clam!"

I lay back and enjoyed myself as Bill moved his tongue around my pussy. Two nights in a row that I got oral sex performed on me. That never happened with my husband.

Bill did a good job on me, moving his mouth between my vagina and clit. I was starting to feel really good when Bill lifted his head and exclaimed, "This bearded taco needs to be filled with meat."

"Yes, definitely time to play hide the salami," I replied, as I took a condom out of the box in the drawer beside my bed.

"In my case," Bill said in a mock apologetic tone, "it's more like a cocktail wiener."

"It's the perfect size," I assured him, handing him the condom.

He apparently wasn't too self conscious because he he ripped open the condom wrapper, rolled it on, readily climbed on top of me and slide his cock around my soaking wet pussy, then moved to my vagina and poked inside. He pulled it out and the head was covered with juice. "I better spread this taco sauce around."

He rubbed my own juice on my clit. It felt good; very good. He poked his cock into me again, I could feel my pussy lips parting to let him in. He got two or three inches in before I felt my vagina stretching. He pulled back an inch and then thrust again, this time my pussy let most of his cock in. A couple more thrusts and he was in all the way and began pumping.

How wonderful it was to feel the weight of a man's body on top of mine with his cock thrusting into me. I began counting in my head. Ken, Nick, Joe, and now Bill was the fourth man to fuck me since separating from John.

Then I thought about each of their cocks. Ken's was the biggest, then Joe, followed by Nick who was a little smaller than my husband, and Bill's was the smallest one that I've had. But apparently it was true that size does not matter because Bill know how to use it. He began each stroke pushing with an upward angle to stimulate the most sensitive nerves just inside my vagina. He ended with his pubic bone bumping against my clit, sending ever-growing tingles of pleasure throughout my body.

It felt so good I began to moan, "Mmm, yes, Bill, you're fucking me real good."

"It's wonderful to stir your honey pot," He replied, "Which reminds me of a joke."

"Oh please do," I told him. This could be fun.

"One day a young man and woman were in their bedroom making love," Bill began without any noticeable change in his thrusting. "All of a sudden a bumble bee entered the bedroom window. As the young lady parted her legs the bee entered her vagina. The woman started screaming 'Oh my god, help me, there's a bee in my vagina!' The husband immediately took her to the local doctor and explained the situation."

Bill did not miss a stroke as he went on with his story, "The doctor thought for a moment and said 'Hmm, tricky situation. But I have a solution to the problem if young sir would permit.' The husband being very concerned agreed that the doctor could use whatever method to get the bee out of his wife's vagina. The doctor said 'OK, what I'm gonna do is rub some honey over the top of my penis and insert it into your wife's vagina. When I feel the bee getting closer to the tip of my penis I shall withdraw it and the bee should hopefully follow my penis out of your wife's vagina.' The husband nodded and gave his approval. The young lady said "Yes, Yes, whatever, just get on with it.'

"So the doctor, after covering the tip of his penis with honey, inserted it into the young lady's vagina. After a few gentle strokes, the doctor said, 'I don't think the bee has noticed the honey yet. Perhaps I should go a bit deeper.' So the doctor went deeper and deeper. After a while the doctor began shafting the young lady very hard indeed," Bill said as he began shafting me very hard.

"The young lady began to quiver with excitement. She began to moan and groan aloud.

"The doctor, concentrating very hard, looked like he was enjoying himself, he then put his hands on the young lady's breasts and started making loud noises." Bill put his hands on my breasts to illustrate as he continued telling the joke while he fucked me.

"The husband at this point suddenly became very annoyed and shouted, 'Now wait a minute! What the Hell do you think you're doing?'

"The doctor, still concentrating, replied, 'Change of plan. I'm gonna drown the bastard!'"

I laughed hard at the punch line and then suddenly I came. I clutched Bill's body as I convulsed with both laughter and orgasm. Almost immediately I felt Bill shudder as he came inside of me.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "That was fantastic. I've never done that before."

"Never had sex? I thought you were married," Bill quipped.

"No, I mean I've never laughed my way to an orgasm."

"Your husband never joked and fucked at the same."

"Nope, he was not anywhere near as funny as you."

"I've tried to make a woman laugh and cum several times before but could never get my timing right," Bill confessed. "This was the first time I was able to make a smooth delivery."

"Your delivery was perfect," I told him. "You really pegged my applause meter. This whole night has been great, I've really enjoyed it all."

"I had a great time myself. Just had sex with one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen and some other stuff. Can't remember the other stuff. but I'm sure it was fun too."

"I think you were great at the Comedy Works. I think you could go far."

"Farther than all the way?" He laughed.

"You can definitely try out your material on my stage anytime."

"Thanks," He said. Bill pulled his dick out of me and then slipped the condom off. The end was filled with cum. "I should run this over to the sperm bank. It's a big deposit. Too bad there's no market for donations from smart-asses with tiny dicks."

"You can fill my vault any time."

"Tomorrow's Friday and we both have work, so I should let you get some rest. But how about dinner tomorrow?"

Now I felt bad. I really liked Bill and I wanted to see him again, but tomorrow I was going out with a new guy, Ted. Then Saturday I was going out with Nick, the smooth penetrator. Then Sunday afternoon another new guy, Ken, was taking me on a motorcycle ride. And Sunday evening my son and his wife had invited me over to their house for dinner.

"This weekend is not good," I stammered, "I ..."

"No worries, it's already Thursday so I would expect your weekend calendar to be fill. Maybe next weekend?"

"Yes," I smiled, "that would be wonderful."

"OK, I'll call you."

We got dressed and I walked him downstairs to the front door. We kissed and said our goodbyes, and he went out and drove off.

I felt very happy and satisfied. But then a pang of guilt hit me. Was I slut, going out with all these different guys and sleeping with all of them. I didn't even make Bill wait until the second date; it's first date and straight to bed. But why not? I wasn't saving myself for anything. I wasn't hurting anyone.

Maybe tomorrow I'll NOT have sex with Ted and that will restore my integrity...

Devil with the blue dress

If this is your first visit, why not start at the beginning?

"So how was he?" Megan asked eagerly. "Did he have a big cock?"

"Great and yes," I replied. Megan and I were having lunch after going out last night to Ladies Night at a local night club. We sat outside in a sidewalk cafe along Denver's 16th street mall in the heart of downtown. I gave Megan a rundown of last night's adventure going into the same detail as I did in my previous blog posting.

Megan's short blond hair glinted in the Colorado sun and her blue eyes sparkled as she listened to my erotic narrative. "Wow, that must have been so awesome to fuck a brand new guy. I haven't had any fresh cock in years."

"What happened with you after you left," I asked. "How did you change out of your party dress and back into the the clothes your husband saw you wearing when you left the house?"

"I didn't," Megan said with an impish grin. "I came home and the kids were already asleep. I went upstairs and Kevin was in bed reading. 'Hello sweetheart,' I said to him.

"'Hi honey,' he said, and then did a double take. 'You weren't wearing that dress when you left.'

"'Really,' I asked, 'What was I wearing?'

"Kevin furrowed his brow, 'I don't remember, but I'm sure I would have noticed you leaving in that skimpy outfit with your tits hanging out. Did you get a job as a hooker on East Colfax?'

"'No, I went to a nightclub with Diana,' I confessed.

"'Were you trying to get laid?' Kevin asked.

"'No, I was trying to get Diana laid. I was like her, wing man. I had to wear something to go with what Diana was wearing or else she'd feel over dressed. Or under dressed.'

"'What was Diana wearing?' Now he was intrigued. I told you Kevin has the hots for you."

"Don't tell me stuff like that," I scolded, "I don't want to think about my best friend's husband that way." Kevin was pretty cute but John and already had our first child before he and Megan started dating so I never thought of him in a sexual way. Well not that much.

"It's the truth so you should feel good about yourself. Anyway, I told him, 'She was wearing her little black dress. The one she wore on New Year's eve.'

"'New Year's Eve?' He thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled big. 'Oh, yeah, that was a sexy dress.'

"'But she probably isn't wearing it right now. She probably has it off. And is getting it on with Joe, the guy she met tonight.'

"Kevin considered that idea with an even bigger smile. 'Lucky guy.'

"I pulled back the covers, and saw that Kevin had a big tent in his boxers. I reached in, pulled out his hard cock and said, 'Look at you, all turned on, thinking about my best friend!'

"'Maybe I'm thinking about you; devil in the blue dress. You're one to talk, naughty girl. Sneaking off and dancing with carousing with all kinds of men in a club.'

"'I only danced with one guy,' I said, stroking his cock as we talked.

"'How many dances?'

"'A few, but he got drunk and obnoxious and we had him kicked out.'

"'So if he had held his liquor better then he would have got lucky?'

"'No, I told you, it was all about Diana, being her wing man, getting her laid.'

"'Did you slow dance, with this guy, what was his name?'

"'Doug. Just once.'

"'Did you grind up against him?'

"'No. He tried to grind agaist but I pushed him away and told him I was married. You can ask Diana.'

"'Did you notice if he had a hard-on?'

"'He had a raging hard-on. He definitely wanted to fuck me, but I was on a mission. Get Diana laid and then come home and fuck my own wonderful husband with his big wonderful cock that I know and love.' I was still stroking his cock and now rubbed the tip, which was ozing precum, with my thumb.

"So if youhad met a less obnoxious guy then this Doug, would you have wanted to fuck him?'

"'What if I did fuck another guy, would you divorce me?'

"'Not necessarily, but I would have a free pass."

"'What do you mean a free pass.'

"'I mean I would have a free pass to fuck a woman of my choosing.'

"'Who do you have in mind,' I asked.

"'I don't have anyone in mind but I'm sure I could find someone.'

"'Then shouldn't you stop fantasizing about other women and take care of your wife here and now?'

"'I thought I could both,' he grinned.

"'You are so bad.' With that I roughly yanked his shorts down and off. I lifted up my dress and slipped off my panties. I climbed onto the bed, still wearing my dress and heels. I reached and grabbed Kevin's rock hard cock and guided it up under my dress, lowering myself down until his cock was touching my pussy. I very aroused and my cunt was dripping wet. I rubbed myself on Kevin's throbbing member until my clit was well lubricated with the mixture of Kevin's precum and my own juices.

"I then guided him into my pussy as I lowered myself down all the way. I leaned forward, put my hands on his shoulders, and started fucking his cock.

"He stared at my cleavage bouncing in front of his face. 'Your tits are so hot baby. You've always had the nicest tits. It's so hot to think of you out at a club in this dress showing off your tits to all the men there.'

"'Yep, I showed my tits to a lot of men tonight, but there's only one man who gets to fuck my pussy, and that's you, babe.'

"Kevin lifted up the front of my dress so he could see my pussy sliding up and down his cock. 'This is so sexy, fucking you with your dress on. I'm glad you went out tonight. You need to go to ladies night every week.'

"I reached down and began to rub my clit as I continued to ride Kevin's cock. He started thrusting under me. We both went faster and faster until I started cumming and he immediately shot his wad into me."

"So I guess you had a good night too, then," I remarked.

"Yes, and we on again for next week," Megan said, grinning from ear to ear.

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