I had just fallen asleep when the Jaws theme tune woke me. It was the ringtone on my phone. I checked my watch and it was 11.30 pm. I answered the phone and to my surprise, it was Honey calling. Honey had never called me, she occasionally texted if she wanted me to take her dog Harry out for a walk. I guessed that she must have called me by mistake.
"Hello," I said cautiously.
"Hi Rob, it's Honey, I'm really sorry to bother you this time of night," she sounded distressed.
"That's quite OK, Honey," I said warily.
"I've left him," she said.
"You've left him?"
"I could put up with the drinking, the gambling, but he's been having it away with that tart of a barmaid. So I've left him," she said in a teary manner.
"It's just that I've nowhere to stay, Rob," she added.
"I have a spare room Honey, you can stay here for a few days until you get yourself sorted," I said..
"Really? Really? That would be amazing, you're so kind," said Honey. She added, "I'll be there in ten minutes, see you then."
"Yes, see you, then," I said.
A tear-stained Honey turned up ten minutes later with two enormous suitcases. I helped her with these and made her a cup of tea. She promised that she would only stay a few days and I told her she could stay as long as she wanted or needed to.
Honey and I had always got on well. She was 49, so about ten years younger than me. I always thought she had a great figure and a great personality but being married, she was always out of bounds.
The rent-a-room relationship was working well. We would occasionally watch telly together and if we were both in at dinner time one of us would cook a meal for the other. I always got the better end as she was much better in the kitchen than me.
One evening, everything changed. Honey had been to a BBQ and came home rather worse for wear. I was in the kitchen making her a black coffee when one of her favourite songs came on the radio, she grabbed me and said she wanted to dance. I held her closer than I really should and found my hands on her buttocks, she didn't seem to mind and I felt us come closer together. I felt her breasts against my chest and I moved my hands underneath her buttocks. I smelt the alcohol on her breath as our mouths moved closer together. We kissed. Then we kissed open-mouthed. I unzipped her dress and she stepped out of it. She wore a pretty black, lacy bra and matching knickers. To my surprise and delight, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my fly, undid my trousers, and pulled my briefs down. My cock sprung into life, it looked bigger than it had for a long while! She gave me wonderful fellatio and I was on the point of ejaculation, I looked at her concerned as I didn't want to cover her face, body, and bra with my fluids. She mouthed "It's OK," and I instantly unloaded onto her face, bra, and for my last spurt, she even opened her mouth and offered her tongue.
That night we had lots of oral sex and showered together in the morning. We moved on to full intercourse a few days later after I had purchased some condoms. Our sex life was good, though I would describe our relationship as a 'friends with benefits' arrangement. One thing we did often was watch pornography together. This helped us to get very sexual and usually preceded an excellent sex session. I noticed that Honey was particularly turned on after watching interracial sex. In particular, where a BBC (or two!) was involved. Then, we started watching cuckold porn together. I could tell Honey enjoyed this genre because she was soaking wet and it became our default porn viewing. I must admit I also thoroughly enjoyed it.
Three weeks later, after a particularly torrid lovemaking session, I asked her:
"Would you like to have sex with a BBC?"
'How would you feel about that?" Honey replied.
'I think it would be exciting," I replied.
"I would if I could find the right partner," Honey said.
"Well let's start looking shall we?" I said.
We kissed and fucked again and I could tell she found the idea of having sex with a BBC stimulating. She orgasmed intensely for the first time with me.
Honey and I scanned various internet sites and dating apps for a suitable partner During the next few weeks. We whittled it down to six possibilities based on location (London), age, physique, and Honey's gut feel. Honey reached out to these six using a pseudonym. Of these, three remained in the running after the initial contact. Honey then arranged a Zoom call with the three. The first call Honey had was with Josh, I didn't participate but remained in the background to give my views later. Josh was a 36-year-old factory worker. He came across as polite, and attractive and Honey had a good rapport with him. Next up was David, known as Dave, who was a 45-year-old welder, who lived only a mile away. He was a big chap, over six feet tall, broad, and strong-looking. He said he lifted weights regularly. He had a deep, growly voice, and I could see that Honey found him very attractive. He had a beard that was turning a bit grey. Honey called it a snowy beard. The third and final call was with Chris. He was a 55-year-old teacher who was recently divorced. He was bald, or at least he had a shaved head and was a painter in his spare time. He was softly spoken and intelligent. Honey chatted easily to him and seemed to like him. I had a concern that he was more interested in a long-term relationship than just screwing her.
We decided that Dave was the most suitable potential partner. Honey contacted him and we all agreed to meet at a local pub on Saturday night. Honey had her hair done and put on her make-up, she looked gorgeous. She smelt great too, I believe it was CHANEL N°5. She wore a pretty floral dress with white high heels, and sexy white lingerie underneath. I checked with her that the meeting was just a get-to-know-you meeting and she confirmed it was.
We met Dave at The Globe at 8.30 pm. The meeting went well. We all got on together well. I was sure that Honey liked him. He explained that he was recently divorced from his wife and was looking for casual relationships with no strings attached. We were there for about an hour and a half. Just before we were due to leave Dave went for a pee. Honey leaned over to me.
"I like him a lot, can we invite him home?" she asked.
"Erm OK, if you're sure, but remember you've had a few drinks," I said.
"I'm sure," she said with a glint in her eye.
When Dave returned Honey invited him back and he accepted. It was only a ten-minute walk home and it was a warm summer evening. We arrived home and I fixed more drinks for everyone, a nice bottle of French red I had been saving for a special occasion. As we finished our glasses I told them that I was going to bed and would leave them to it.
I lay in bed and heard them come upstairs after about twenty minutes. I guessed they had been kissing and cuddling. I heard them go into Honey's room. Things went quiet for a while presumably this was the foreplay section. Then I heard Honey's moans of pleasure. I imagined that he was giving her oral sex. These sounds continued until I heard them fucking. The mattress springs squeaked and sounds of pleasure came from the room. Then I heard something unimaginable:
"Fuck me, Dave! Harder, fuck my brains out, treat me like I'm your whore. Aagh, aagh, aagh. Put that big cock deeper, harder! Faster! Fuck me harder!" Honey yelled.