My ex husband, I note, has written a lot of stories, a lot of them involving me, but also that slut Sandy he hooked up with after we separated. Serves the prick right she dumped him. You may have read some of them, he writes under Ronnie 1946, and I'm the Catherine he refers too. I must confess though the last story he wrote about my first swinger's experience, which he told in the first person, was pretty accurate, within reason. I mean there are just some pillow talk a girl just doesn't tell her husband after she's just been super screwed by two studs!!
Anyway I'm not here to talk about him and his stories; I'm here to talk about a lot of the stuff he never knew about.
For instance the time I met one of the guys, Tony, who used to go to the swingers parties with his girlfriend, Sue. Tony was a tall, well built guy, probably in his early thirties. When we first screwed, at one of the many parties we went to at Mark & Jocelyn's, we hit it off immediately. Although I was a lot older than his little sexpot girlfriend, I think she was in her early twenties, not much older than our son, he really enjoyed sex with me and would often commandeer me most of the night. I didn't ever object mind you, the guy had a thick 8" cock that really filled me up, great staying power and I would frequently end up orgasming many times before he eventually blew his load.
Anyway Tony had been witness to me in some MFM action, although never involved himself, knew of my obvious enjoyment
I committed the swingers cardinal sin! I let Tony talk me into a daytime meeting with him alone. I never hesitated in accepting the invitation, I loved his cock and his staying power plus I was a little bit, oh alright a lot, flattered that he would want to screw me, a forty five year old mother of three, when he had the horny little twenty something girlfriend.
As the time got closer for the meeting I started to get "cold feet" but then my clit started to twitch, my pussy began to get wet thinking about it and all guilt senses disappeared.
We were to meet at the Gazebo Hotel in Parramatta, not far from my home in the Hills District but far enough away not to worry about bumping into anyone I knew.
Although I have three children, they were all by caesarean section (not by choice it's just what nature did to me) so I still have a very tight pussy. Having been a nurse, up until recently, I've kept my figure in trim so I'm quite shapely with curves in the right places. I'm particularly proud of my boobs (36D), I have a nice shaped bum, that hasn't sagged yet, and reasonably long slender legs.
I dressed to kill!!
I showered at home, shaved legs, underarms and pussy so not a hair was to be seen anywhere, where it mattered, on my body. I put on my favourite Chanel perfume, Coco, and being summer I wore a light summer dress that showed off my best assets, particularly with the sun behind it. It had a low cut neckline and my boobs were accentuated by the half cup bra so plenty of cleaving, and a far bit of breast, was on show. The dress had a belt around the waist, the skirt stopping just above the knee and my legs took on that lovely shapely look by wearing stilettos, the type with the strappy ties up the calf. You know, the type that say "take me home and fuck me!"
We met in the bar and I felt pretty good as I walked in, I couldn't help noticing the admiring glances from a lot of the men, as I walked towards Tony. As I walked past one table I a guy say quietly to his mate, "lucky bastard, reckon he's gunna get into her pants today."
If only he knew I was being daring and wasn't wearing any!
Tony greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.
"You look like you could use a drink," he smiled.
I smiled back, "A glass of wine would be great."
There weren't any tables left to sit at so we moved to the end of the bar and sat on a couple of high stools. The talk between us was very lighthearted, with a bit of sexual undertones, and after a couple of wines I was feeling quite mellow and considerably horny!
"Would you like something to eat?" Tony asked, as I finished the last of my wine.
"No, but I wouldn't mind if you had something to eat. Me hopefully?" I smiled.
Tony grinned, slid off his stool and held out his hand, helping me off the stool. As I slid down the skirt of my dress caught up on the stool sliding up and exposing my bare butt cheeks and almost my pussy. Quickly I pulled it down to cover my embarrassment but not before a wolf whistle came from a group of guys sitting at a table behind us in the corner.
"Gorgeous butt, lady. You're a lucky man buddy," one of the guys called out.
Seeing my reddening face Tony quickly slipped his arm around my waist and steered me out to the lifts. I don't embarrass easily but showing my bare arse to a bar full of men and women is not quite the norm for me.
In the lift Tony put his arms around me and held me very tightly. "He's right you know, the guy in the bar, you are a very beautiful women Catherine and I feel special, to be able to spend any time at all with you."
Some men just know how to say the right things, don't they? I melted against him, letting him feel every curve of my body against his. He slid one hand down my back and cupped my bum, as he tilted my face up to his with the other, and kissed me deeply and passionately, his tongue probing into my mouth. I received him eagerly, responding just as fervently with the kiss, and felt his cock straining in his pants as it pressed into my abdomen.
"We had better stop this now," I said breathlessly as I broke the kiss, "otherwise we are going to be arrested for fornicating in the lift."
The bell in the lift announced we'd arrived at our floor, ending any chance of an arrest!
Once in the room Tony wasted no time taking up where we'd left off in the lift. Wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to him the kiss became more urgent as his tongue probed me once more, his hands roaming over my butt squeezing my bum cheeks and pulling me hard against his stiff cock. He slipped the shoulder straps of my dress down over my arms. I helped him as I dropped my arms to my side to allow him to undo the belt and slip the dress over my hips and onto the floor.
I stood there naked except for my bra and strappy stilettos.
"You are sensational Catherine, I'm going to come before I get my pants off if I don't stop playing with you now."
"We don't want to waste a drop of your cum, I want that in me. So we'd better get you undressed straight away."
As he started to take of his tie and shirt I began unbuckling his trousers, unbuttoning them, unzipping his fly and letting them fall to the floor. His beautiful cock was straining through his jocks so I very quickly released it from its captivity, grasping and caressing it with both hands. I dropped down, knees on the floor and slid my mouth over his beautiful cock letting it slide right into the back of my throat, my nose pressed up against his shaved pubic area. I love deep throating and I might say, without boasting too much, I'm very good at it!
Tony gasped as swallowed his cock, then I drew back and swallowed it again. I kept this going up and down his cock, his hands grasping my head, as he struggled to keep his composure.
"Catherine if you don't stop I'm gonna come."
I didn't stop, in fact I worked his cock and his balls even harder, one hand following my mouth up and down his shaft whilst the other gently squeezes and kneaded his balls. I felt his cock thicken, his balls tighten as he groaned, "Oh fuck, I'm coming." I sucked him right down my throat as the first load hit the back of my throat and swallowed it straight down. The swallowing motion increased the pressure on his cock and the second load seemed even bigger than the first. I just kept sucking and swallowing 'til there was none left. I was very proud of myself; I didn't spill one tiny drop.
As I let him slip his cock from my mouth I looked up at him. Amazingly his cock was still hard. I reached for it again but before I could grasp it he grabbed my hand and pulled me gently to my feet. Bending down to me he kissed me hard and passionately, his hand slipping down between our bodies and cupping my mons. A finger slipped easily into me, I was very, very wet.
"My god you're wet," he said surprised.
"I think I had a little orgasm as you came," I smiled, wriggling my pussy onto his fingers, of which there were now two inside me. "And now I'd like to have a big orgasm, if you don't mind. In fact if you keep finger fucking me the way you are I'll probably come quite soon."
Gently removing his fingers from my very wet pussy he scooped me up effortlessly and lifted me onto the king size bed. Laying me down he eased my thighs apart and eased three fingers into me, massaging my clit with his thumb and his fingers now, rubbing my G spot. It didn't take long and I started to come. I'm a vocal person when I orgasm and there are a lot of calls to the lord and his son in amongst the "oh fuck, I coming. Don't stop" etc.
Tony slowly withdrew his finger, knelt between my parted thighs and eased his 8" thick cock into my waiting pussy. It slid in easily but still made me gasp as it hit all the way home. He lifted my legs high so my buttocks weren't touching the bed, just my back and shoulders, grasped me by the ankles and began to plough my aching pussy mercilessly. My hands reached around to grasp his bum and pull him in further.
I came again immediately but with much more force this time, accompanied with the obligatory "Oh fuck, don't stop. Don't ever stop. Oh god, Christ I'm never gonna stop cumming. Oh fuck, give it to me, ram it into me, fill my cunt with your sperm, god, Jesus, I never want you to stop" etc, etc