My wife passed away from cancer that spring. She fought the disease off and on for three years. After her passing I did not have much interest in a social life.
That October my alma mater was playing our in-state rival in football 45 minutes from my home. I like college football. I figured now was a good time to do something social. I went to the game.
I was in the mood to see a lot of people. I signed up for my school's pre-game alumni event.
The pre-game gathering was held in the rival's student union ballroom. Around 1,000 people were in attendance. Everyone was in a festive mood. My school was ranked 10th in the nation. Our archrival was in last place as usual. I saw a lot of old friends. Since my wife and I met at college many knew us as a married couple. Most did not know she passed. I handled the awkward questions and responses fairly well.
Off to the side I saw Carol. We knew each other since junior high school. I asked her to a dance in high school. She turned me down. That was our high school social life.
We crossed paths in college. Because we were at college out of town we chatted every time we met.
She had a reputation as a nice girl in high school. My late wife knew her in the dorms. There she was known as a slut. Also, my wife said she was weird. I never talked to her enough to find out.
After college we attended our high school reunions. We always chatted.
Ironically, Carol was an assistant professor at our archrival. She taught journalism. Rumor had it at the reunions like most academics she was very liberal in her politics, lifestyle, etc.
Over the years Carol kept her figure. She stood 5' 2". Carol had a trim body. She was a natural blond. Her hair was earlobe length and parted in the middle. Carol never married. She did not have children.
Carol had a drink in her hand. She was in a lively mood like everyone else.
We chatted for a few minutes. She grabbed a second drink during our conversation. We drifted off to conversations with other people.
The weather was perfect for football. The temperature was in the mid-60s, the sun was shining, there was a light breeze from the north.
We killed our archrival 59-7. After the game I headed to the student union. I passed by the ballroom to see if anything was going on. A coupole dozen folks were there, including Carol.
I walked up to her. Carol was having trouble steadying herself. Leaning on a bar table helped. She smelled like a distillery.
Before long the ballroom was nearly empty.
Carol was in no shape to drive home.
"Can I drive you home?"
"Yes. That's sweet of you to offer."
"What about your car?"
"My car is at home. My home is about 1/2 mile away. I walked to get here."
"Good. Let's head out."
As we walked out Carol leaned on me. She had trouble walking.
I poured her into my car.
"You are so sweet volunteering to take me home. I don't know how I would make it without you."
Carol was together enough to give me directions to her place.
Soon we arrived at her Cape Cod cottage style home.
I helped her out of my car. Fortunately, the front door was unlocked.
I led Carol into her living room. She gave me a peck on the lips.
"Mike, thanks so much for bringing me home. I don't know how I can repay you. I'm in no shape to dine out or cook. How about if we have some leftovers? I'm a great cook. I have terrific leftovers."
"Sure."
"But first I have to tinkle. Give me a moment."
Her bathroom was off the living room. She staggered to it.
A minute later she staggered out of her bathroom naked.
"Surprise! As your reward for taking me home in my inebriated state we're going to have fun! I love all kinds of sex."
Carol stumbled to me.
"Drop your pants. You're getting a blowjob. I love giving blowjobs."
I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants. Carol did the rest. She yanked down my underwear and engulfed my cock with mouth.
She went at it vigorously. Her mouth and right hand were all over my cock.
I came a couple of times. I tried to hold back as much as I could. I figured she was in the mood for more sex.
After I came, she stood up and grabbed my hand.
"Follow me!" She squealed, trying to lead me to her bedroom. I stepped out of my topsider and slacks and took off my knit shirt before letting her drag me to her bedroom.
She collapsed on her queen-sized bed.
Carol pointed to a nightstand on the left side of her bed.
"Open the drawer for some goodies".
I did so.
Inside the drawer were sex toys. Rope, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, restraints, ball gags, sleep masks, scarves, several dildos among other things.
"I love sex. Kinky sex. Put a sleep mask over my eyes, stick a ball gag in my mouth, handcuff me and screw me doggy style."
Carol got to her knees and crossed her hands behind her back.
"Fill my pussy with your cock!"
Not being one to disappoint, I got a sleep mask, ball gag and handcuffs from the nightstand, covered her eyes, gagged her and cuffed her hands.
She fell to her face with her butt raised in the air and crawled to the middle of the bed. I hopped on the bed, mounted her and started thrusting my cock into her slit. My hands cupped her 32B boobs.
Every time I thrusted my cock into her pussy she went "uhh".
I came two times quickly. My right index finger massaged her clit. She came two or three times.
Carol began making "muuumm" sounds. I took that as she wanted me to ungag her. I did so.
"That was good. You are good. Uncuff me. I want to your suck my pussy dry."
Carol rolled onto her back with her legs dangling over the bed edge and arms over her head.
I started licking her slit bottom to top. She moved a little side to side. After a couple of minutes Carol placed her right index finger on her clit and said, "Play with my magic button!"
I did so. I sucked, licked and teethed her clit. Carol came twice. She yanked off the sleep mask.
"Get up here and let's cuddle."
We hugged in silence for a couple of minutes.
"I love sex. You are good. I like guys and girls. You have to meet my Indian friend Meera. She's got big boobs, unlike me, and a British accent to die for. We love to have sex with each other and guys. You'll love it. If I wasn't so wasted I'd give her a call."
"Some other time." I replied. I never had a threesome. Carol was enthusiastic about it.
