I spent a lot of time telling the first part of this story ("I'm His Proud, Willing Slut") and I think you should read it before continuing. But since some proportion of readers won't ever do what an author asks, let me do a quick recap. I've been a horny, shameless, cock-loving slut since college, and fifteen years later, I hooked up with my best friend from high school (the guy whose virginity I am very proud to say was taken by me to our mutual delight and joy shortly after my first semester at college) at our 15th reunion. He and I picked up where we left off. I had kept one thing from him until very recently. And that was this – I loved him madly and he never failed to make me come from sex – just not from fucking. In those years we were apart, I'd discovered during college that I was – essentially – a size queen. And in my first marriage to a man I met while swinging, I had ten years of cock of all sizes. My swap group knew my preferences and sought out hung men for me. Gerg (my first husband) was well built, and he loved watching me take on bigger cocks and even multiple guys. After he died I didn't exactly regrow my hymen, but I went for three years without taking a lover. Then came said reunion, reintroduction and rebirth of my sex life.
I used to listen to conversations about "once you go black, you can't go back" and wonder about them. Now that I had my share of big black cock, what I discovered was that it had nothing to do with color – it was all about how thick the cock was. That's not to say I didn't fuck guys with small dicks or skinny dicks – it was just that the most enjoyable sex I had was with thick cocks. And Warren, unfortunately, was not one of those. He was as long as a lot of those guys – but his cock was skinny. Actually, as we discovered, he was perfect for anal. As a matter of fact, he found another way to make me orgasm from something where I'd completely given up the idea of coming.
Warren was the man who loved me and wanted me to be happy and satisfied, and who was aware enough to know that there was one area that he couldn't provide that. Bless him, he was so intent on my satisfaction that he agreed to let me get that one thing he couldn't provide. I was sure that 1) I was the luckiest woman on the planet, and 2) something was going to fuck it up. I was just determined to make sure #2 remained only a worry, not a fact.
Fast forward to this morning. Warren was out of the house, running errands. I was lazy getting out of bed (after he'd eaten my pussy to three distinct orgasms) and so I just threw on one of his dress shirts and buttoned a couple of buttons. I went down to the kitchen and poured a cup of the coffee he'd made for me before he left (I told you!) and then dug out my address book. That's right, an old-fashioned address book that I started way before there was the internet and smart phones, and which I still managed to keep up to date. I found the number I wanted and dialed.
"Cathy?? Is that you? How have you been? We've missed you terribly! And nobody knew how to get through to you" said Peggy Niles, one of the central figures in our club.
"Hi Peggy. Yes, it is me. And it's taken a while to crawl out of my head and rejoin life, but I discovered that I'm ready. How is everyone?" I asked.
"Well, the original 4 couples are still married to one another and doing fine. The good news is that we've expanded some, and there are now 3 additional couples and a few singles as well. I mean, I assumed you are referring to the club when you said everyone." I could hear her smiling as she asked the question.
"Yes, that's exactly what I was referring to. But I also wanted to know how you and Eddie are doing. How are your kids?"
"Eddie and I are great. He's finally discovered his bi side, and he's better at deep throat than I am! You will have to see him perform. He attracts an audience the way you and I used to! As for the kids, well, Andy is in his second year of college and has turned into quite the stud; he's six feet tall, blonde and blue eyed and even I get turned on by looking at him in a bathing suit!"
"Have you...?" I asked.
"No, we haven't. I keep fantasizing about it, but I don't think I'll ever get up the nerve. He's my baby boy, for crying out loud! Any way, Shelley's just graduated high school. I'm pretty sure she's sexually active but she hasn't said anything. She starts college in the fall. I am getting a little sad from time to time, thinking about the house being empty."
"Well then, it's a good thing I'm back. I can think of some ways to fill it..." I teased.
"Does that mean you are back? By yourself?" She asked.
"No, there's now someone back in my life who I want you to meet. Who I want to bring. Who I need to bring, actually." And I proceeded to tell her about meeting Warren at the reunion. About how I'd taken his virginity (there really should be a better way to say it!); about how he was incredibly dedicated to my happiness. And about our proposed solution to our problem. When I was all talked out, I finally stopped talking. And heard almost nothing on the other end of the phone. Well, not exactly nothing – it sounded like Peggy was playing with herself!
My impression was confirmed a moment later when a series of "Oh. Oh. Oh" escaped from her lips! "Peggy" I said, "I didn't intend to turn this call into phone sex!" and we both laughed.
"Honey, that man is a keeper! We have a few husbands who could learn some lessons from him. You bring him and I will make sure he will want to come back again and again and bring you along every time. Those single men I mentioned? Well, you do know what BBC stands for, don't you?"
"Do I ever!" I felt moisture between my legs. "When is the next get-together? We will be there!" She read me the time, date and location, and before she hung up she promised to make sure those single guys would be there. After I hung up, I found myself playing with my clit as thoughts of being fucked silly by big cocks animated my hands. I thought about taking my time, but instead just bore down and came right away.
When Warren got home, I told him of the call, and we put it on the calendar for the coming weekend. Needless to say, just discussing it got us both horny and we went to bed early and went to sleep late.
Saturday rolled around eventually. Warren was now set up to begin teaching in the local high school in the fall. My job as a realtor was ongoing. We spent a lot of time fucking and sucking during that week – we had time, and we just kept getting excited about things. I mean, I loosened up a lot and told him about some of the times Greg and I had gone to a party at Peggy's. And about the times I had gone by myself. Any every story I told led to sex. Like I said, it was an amazing week.
