Sunflower had just left my house, and after letting my dog, Rowdy, back in, I grabbed a beer, sat down at my desk and began mentally reviewing what had just happened, searching for the sense in it.
We met in the park, she admiring my dog, then went to get coffee. She was conversing privately with another man while standing in line, then kept glancing at him while we drank our coffee on the patio. We went back to my place, she blurted out that her husband likes her to fuck other men, we had some really good sex, she slips on panties she wasn't wearing when I undressed her, then left right away. A car pulls over and she climbs right in. I suspect it was her husband.
A few other things strike me as I mull this all over. She was both very nervous and sexually aggressive. She initiated the meeting, she initiated the conversation moving towards sex, she initiated the first physical contact, but then was very passive to my telling her what to do during sex. She didn't orgasm, and didn't seem to be in any particular hurry to do so when I ate her or when I fucked her.
I thought this over for a while, and without coming to any firm conclusions, suspected that there was more to her husband wanting her to fuck other men than was meeting my eye. I suspect they were in on this together; that he had urged her to find a man to fuck, and then somehow was getting off on her doing it. Not my thing but, hey, I'm not about to judge anybody's sexual proclivities.
Soon, having drunk both a mocha latte and a beer, I had to pee. I got up, went to the bathroom, then returned to my desk and thought I should get a little work done. I work out of my home as a marketing consultant, having sold my small advertising firm after my divorce. It gives me a lot of freedom; I can play all day and work all night if I choose to.
Before I got to work, I looked down to where Rowdy was curled up at my feet. "Rowdy," I said. "We're going to call this Sunflower tomorrow and see if we can get to the bottom of this.
I also knew I wanted to have sex with her again. I wanted to explore every inch of her body, I wanted to feel her lips around my cock again, and I wanted to taste the sweet honey that was between her legs. Her breasts were about perfect, her mouth so kissable, her pussy so warm and inviting that I wanted to feel my hardness slip into it again.
She had woken up the sleeping beast within me. Since my divorce I had been near celibate, fearing involvement with any woman who might hurt me again. I had almost cut myself off from sex or thinking about sex, but here was a golden opportunity. A woman who was married, who wouldn't ask more from me emotionally than I could give, but who was beautiful, lusty, and seemingly available.
"Yes, Monsieur Rimbaud, we'll call Sunflower in the morning." I got to work.
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The next morning was busy: up at 7 a.m., feed Rowdy, make breakfast for myself, shower, shave, and clean up the kitchen. I had a conference call with a client at 8:30, and got in an hour or so of work on his account before I finally decided to call Sunflower around 10 o'clock.
I dialed the number she had written down, hoping it was a real number and not just a fake she had given me in order to make a clean getaway.
"Hello." Her voice was unmistakable.
"Hello, Sunflower," I said, figuring that would identify me immediately.
"Oh, hi!" she said enthusiastically. "I was hoping you'd call today."
"Well, here I am. I was thinking I'd like to see you again." I figured there was no use beating around her bush.
"I'm at work right now," was her immediate response. "But I have a lunch break at noon and I brought enough for two. Do you want to meet me at the same bench where we met yesterday? We can have lunch and talk."
"Sure," I said. "I'll bring Rowdy, too."
I tried to work after that, but realized I was really just killing time until I met with Anne, or Sunflower, as I had begun to think of her. I piddled around the house until about a quarter to 12, then began my walk to the park.
I got there before her, and walked Rowdy around the park until I saw her coming up the flower-lined walkway leading to "our" bench. She looked beautiful in a dress that clung to the curves of her body. It was white with a blue flowery pattern, and she had it unbuttoned at the top, revealing her ample cleavage. She had a basket on her arm.
"Ahoy, there!" she said when she saw me. I waved back at her, and started towards her. In the meantime, she sat down on the bench and started unloading the basket.
I approached, and saw that she had made small sandwiches with cheese and crackers. She even had brought sparkling water with small plastic cups. I sat down and we began eating, chatting amiably about the weather and other neutral subjects. I finally decided it was time to break the ice.
"So I thought yesterday was pretty fantastic," I said as an opener.
"Me, too," she said, averting her eyes. "It was a pretty amazing day."
"But you said something that kind of piqued my curiosity," I continued. "You said your husband likes you to fuck other men. What's up with that?"
"I don't know," she said. "I had an affair a while back with a guy who used to come into the store where I work. I had married young, and had never been with another man. I told my husband, Robby, about it before we actually had intercourse. We had been kissing and doing some heavy petting, but hadn't actually 'done it' yet. I figured Robby would be mad and might even divorce me, but instead he urged me to go ahead with the affair. He even told me I should go all the way with Sam."
She stopped, took a bite of her sandwich and a sip of water, then continued. "So I met Sam at his house, and we had sex. It was really good, and really exciting, and when I got home and told my husband, he was more excited than I had seen him in a long time. He even went down on me and gave me a bunch of orgasms. He was as hard as a rock, and I could tell he was excited by me fucking Sam."
"How many times did you see Sam after that?" I asked.
"I saw him a few more times, and every time it was the same thing. Robby would lick me afterwards and be really excited and give me orgasms like I had never had. It was, like, really exciting to him, which made it really exciting to me, plus I really liked getting screwed by Sam. But then Sam moved away."
"Did you cum with Sam?" I asked. I had been curious as to her not even getting close to orgasm the day before, even though I had been doing my level best.
"No, I can only cum with my husband," was her quick reply. She looked away again.
"Well, we'll have to see about that," I said, and reached over and put my hand on her knee.
"So anyway, we've been talking about it every time we have sex since Sam moved away," she continued. "How exciting it was, and Robby always wants me to tell him what it was like when Sam would screw me. So we started fantasizing about me doing it again with another man."
"And that's where I came in," I said, taking a bite of my own sandwich.
"Yeah," she said. "We had watched you, and..."
"What?" I stopped her. "You and your husband were watching me?"
"Yeah," she repeated. "You walk your dog every day at the same time, and we saw you at the park. Robby asked me if you appealed to me, and I told him I thought you were really cute, and that I could definitely sleep with you. So then every time we'd have sex, we would fantasize about you doing all kinds of things to me. "
"Wow," I laughed. "And I had no idea the two of you were using me to get yourselves off."
She laughed, and for the first time I felt her guard go down. She had a pretty smile.
"We had some really hot times talking about you while we did it," she laughed again. "And little by little we started hatching the plan where I'd bump into you in the park and seduce you. I actually was in the park about six times before we actually met. I couldn't get up my nerve."
"And the guy sitting near us at the coffee shop, and the guy who picked you up in the car was your husband, right?" It was all coming together now.
"Yes," she said. He was there so I was safe, plus he wanted to watch you think you had picked me up." She looked up at me. "It was a lot better with you than I even imagined. Better than with Sam." Then she looked down. I took her chin in my hand, and turned her eyes toward me.
"You don't need to be embarrassed. It's o.k. It doesn't upset me. I'm alright with it." I let go of her chin and she held my gaze." "So tell me what happened when he picked you up when you left my house."
"He asked me if we had done it. When I told him we had, he reached over and felt my panties to see if they were wet, and....."
"Wait," I interrupted. "I noticed that you put on panties afterwards, but you weren't wearing any when we got undressed. Why was that?"
"It was to hold your sperm in me, so it wouldn't run down my legs and we wouldn't lose it all." She started to look away, but quickly looked back in my eyes. "He wanted it in me so he could feel it."
