I've been married to my lovely wife Cindy for 30 years. We've had a very happy marriage, if rather unusual. Or at least most people would think it unusual, if they knew the real story. Fortunately for our family and friends, on the surface our life has been quite conventional-a nice house in the suburbs, two children, two cars and a cat. Indeed, we might be the typical 50 something couple, which we are, except for our sexual tastes. But let me begin at the beginning.
Cindy and I met at a college frat party in Florida in 1969. She was 20-year old sorority girl and I was just 21. She was standing amid a group of jocks, and was nearly dwarfed by their size. Two were football linemen and two were black basketball stars. They all seemed to be having a good time.
The first thing I noticed about Cindy was her shoes. Black stiletto pumps with four-inch heels. Even with this added elevation, Cindy was petite. Without them she couldn't have been five feet tall, including the silvery blonde ponytail she tossed about.
The next thing I noticed was the way she smiled at the boys. She was flirtatious in a sweet, unprovocative way. She exuded confidence, without any of the awkwardness that many young people felt then. I noticed her dress: short and clingy, with a low-cut front exposing pert, firm breasts a bit larger than one would expect for such a diminutive figure.
I was far too shy to even try to approach her. She must have noticed me looking at her. I wasn't there very long before she left with one of the athletes, a black football jock. A few days later I mentioned her to a friend, who hadn't dated her but said Cindy was considered "hot." Asked to elaborate, he said she was known as a "queen" at fraternity parties including, it was rumored, a black fraternity. I gathered this meant she put out sexually, which naturally made her popular.
I observed her again several times on the campus, usually chatting with someone, often a guy. I was attracted by her sexual aura, but too shy to talk to her. I imagined being one of the lucky guys she opened her legs for, but hesitated asking her for a date. After all, how would a girl with so many males to choose from be interested in me? Even if she agreed to meet me, she would quickly move on to the next date.
So I fantasized and watched her when I got the chance. About a month after the frat party I happen to run into her alone at a campus shop. Cindy seemed to recognize me because she gave me one of her marvelous smiles. It encouraged me.
"You may remember me. I saw you at a party last month. My name is Bill."
"Yes, I do remember. It was a great party."
"Look, I've been wondering whether we might get together this Friday, if you're not busy. I would like to get to know you better."
"Let's see," she smiled again. "I think it would be possible, if you could make it a bit late, say about 10pm?" I took her address and hoped for the best, wondering why she set such a late hour.
At the appointed time I went to her rang the bell to her apartment. Nothing happened so I rang again. After a moment, she called out "hold on a second" through the door. I waited about four minutes before it opened and out came a large black guy I recognized from the basketball squad. He passed by me into the hall without saying a word. I was rather surprised, but Cindy took me by the hand, and led me to the sofa in her small living area. She was wearing a short red skirt, stockings, and those stunning high heels I had seen before.
"Who was that?" I asked, sitting down.
"Oh, just a friend. Not anyone special." She gave me a wicked smile. "I'll make it up to you."
The next thing I knew she was kneeling in front of me and unzipping my pants. In a jiffy she had my penis in her hand. Giving me a sweet look she started licking and sucking my shaft. It felt wonderful. In a few seconds my cock was hard and throbbing. As soon as she was sure my prick was fully erect, she rose and pulled her skirt up around her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties. The stockings were held up by a black satin garter belt. I was transfixed by the view.
Cindy turned around and displayed the cutest ass I'd ever seen. She opened her legs. The sides of her thighs and crack were dripping wet. She reached behind her, took hold of my prick and slowly sat on it. I caught a strong whiff of semen as my penis slid into her juicy vagina. She had been well lubricated by the black guy's sperm.
As she lifted her pretty bottom, my cock popped out and a thick glob of cum slid down around it. She reached back, reinserted my prick and raised and lowered herself on it with increasing force. I felt her shuddering as she twisted her ass around in a spiral motion. My penis felt like heaven. After a few more moments, her cunt tightened as she plunged down hard on my cock and grinded on the root. She moaned in orgasm. I shot my load into her womb. Cindy finally stopped moving. We were both panting.
She reached over for some tissues and giggled as she put them between her open legs, now dripping with the added load from me.
"Leon doesn't like to clean up after himself," she laughed. "I'd have done it myself, but didn't want to keep you waiting any longer at the door."
Somewhat dazed, I didn't reply. Cindy chattered on gaily, saying something about being on the pill and not liking condoms. Not knowing what to say to this, I complimented her on her outfit, adding how impressed I was that she wore stockings not pantyhose, which were then coming into fashion.
Cindy was sitting across from me in a plush chair. She swung one leg over the arm. I could see her bushy, blonde muff and labia and prominent clit. Cindy continued to dab at her thighs. She chattered on, entirely comfortable, a free spirit without the slightest reserve or guile. Noticing my gaze, she looked down between her legs and saw that her pussy was still oozing.
"Oh, my! It looks like there's still a lot of it inside me! Here, you can help me."
She pulled me down on my knees in front of her. She opened her thighs wider and drew my mouth to her cunt. I sucked up fresh semen, my own mixed with Leon's. It tasted salty. When I had licked the outer area clean, she pushed me back on the couch, and raised herself over me, her crotch pressed against my face. She squeezed her vagina. Gravity worked to empty the rest of the sticky liquid into my mouth. I was surprised at how much I swallowed. Cindy wiggled with pleasure as I ran my tongue up and down her slit. After a few moments I felt her tremble as she orgasmed.
She rolled off me and sat back in the chair.
"That's much better than a douche, don't you think? Thank you, Bill." She gave me one of her sweet smiles, and looked at me intently. "My, what do we have here?" She looked down at my penis which was again hard.
Before I knew what was happening, she has again between my legs, taking my cock in her mouth. I remember looking into her smiling face as she ran her tongue over my shaft, getting it hard again. She took her time, giving me exquisite pleasure as she licked and sucked. Then she got up and led me to the bed. She lay on her back and opened her pretty, petite thighs. Pulling me into her, she leaned back with her legs on my shoulders so I could fuck her as deeply as possible. I inserted my prick into her open cunt. It was remarkably tight after the cleaning. This time I had enough stamina to last, and laid into her with powerful strokes.
Soon Cindy reached her first orgasm. She came hard, clawing my back as she called out "Fuck me more, Bill, do it hard!"
I did my best. In a minute I felt her cumming and then again and again as I pumped her little cunt. With a flood of my sperm she went over the top once more. (I later found out that she cums fast and frequently whether sucked, fucked, fingered or vibrated, sometimes in as little as 30 seconds. It may have something to do with her big clit.)
"I didn't mean to rush you, Bill," she said as we drank a glass of wine. "You see, Leon really had me going. When I'm worked up like that, I like to go on. But Leon couldn't stay later because he's got a game tomorrow. I really did want to see you, too!"
I wasn't sure what to make of that.
"Do you usually see two guys in one evening?"
"Oh, no. Not often. I usually keep my dates separate. If I'm at a party I might spend time with more than one guy, of course."
"At the same time?"
"Nooooo! I mean that I'll be with one guy I like for awhile and if I want more I'll be with another. It's fun that way, don't you think?"
Emboldened, I as whether she usually had sex on the first date.
"It depends. You see, I don't go with a guy unless I like him a lot. If we click, we do it on the first date. Here, I can see you're confused. Let me explain further about tonight. I had a date with Leon for 9 and knew he had to leave at 10. When you arrived at the door I was really having a good time and so when Leon left I kinda wanted to keep going. Anyway, I like you, Bill!"
I was pleased that she liked me, even though it was plain that I was only one of a crowd. I smiled and asked when I could see her again. She said to call her; she had other dates lined up, but would like to see me.
It turned out to be just as she said.