As many of you know if you have read my stories I was married for over thirty five years to a guy that knew nothing about sex except to jump on and off. Well that is the way he was with me. How he did it with other women I don't know...
After I become a widow I met a guy named Don and he showed what I had been missing all these years. But he also died too young and then I met Denny. Oh, shit this guy knew everything and had done every thing and loved to do it more than any one I ever met after him... and I did meet a few after him. Hell I met a lot of guys after him and this is just one story about how into sex I was at fifty six or was it fifty eight... I am way past that now so it really don't matter much how old I was back when I sold my house and moved out to the country.
I had found a place I liked a few miles out of town but wanted to sell my house in town first. So I called a realtor and he said he would come over look at my house and give me a market price and if anything needed to be repaired first. So I said come on over...
Since I had a few hours before our meeting I went out in the yard and started to clean the place up. I some how last tract of time and before I knew it it was close to the time we agreed on to meet. I dashed in the house and jumped in the shower. My hair was a mess but no time to wash and dry it so I let that go. I got out and brushed my hair and was wrapped up in my thick fluffy white terry cloth robe. A self gift and I loved it. Before I could even get clean panties and a bra to fit my forty double D's the front door bell rang. I ran down stairs and saw two shadows through the side lights.
My plan was to open the door, let him in, tell him to look around then dash back up stairs and get dressed. I opened the door and there to the left of Mr. Mark Thompson the Realtor was Denny Wheeter my long time lover, and second teacher of sex and lustful pleasures. My heart jumped a few times and before I knew what I was doing I was in Denny's arms and we were kissing. Denny still had his arm around my waist when he said "Mark this is the Wilda I was telling you about. She used a different last name when we were friends."
"How very nice to meet you Wilda; Mark Thompson." Mark said as he extended his hand.
I shook his hand and he was smiling from ear to ear and I was wondering just what Denny may have passed along as information about me. Denny was one hell of a lover and I was a student willing to try anything once, twice or three times just to get it right.
I asked "Just what did Denny tell you about me or us?"
Denny cut in and said first off he did not know it was "Me" so when he (Denny) heard the name Wilda he just said he had known a Wilda a very lovely lady a few years ago that was the sexiest thing he had ever met. Then he quickly added very beautiful too.
That was true I had taken back my maiden (Raven) name so Denny would not have known it was me. We moved into the Den and I offered them coffee. I had pretty much forgotten I was dressed only in a robe. Which by the way had come open at the neck while Denny and I were greeting one another. My melon sized breast were swinging freely under the thick material and the cleavage was clearly visible. I could not help myself I was getting excited by Denny's presents and I could see he was remembering our good times also.
Mark was kind of letting Denny and I reminisce about old times and I got the idea that what ever they talked about was very intimate and should not have been talked about.
Then Denny said "Wilda I had no idea it was you here and now or I would not have talked to Mark about our good times as it were. But you see Mark and his wife Carol have just started swinging and so talking about my "Wilda'" and our good times was not to far out of line."
Mark said "Wilda every thing Denny told me was complimentary and no matter how beautiful he said you were it was not enough."
I started to like Mark. I knew why Denny had left town and I was truly surprised to see him back it had only been a few years. I asked "Denny are you still into swinging and all that stuff?"
"Not when Mark and I first met and I was looking for a job. But then one day I said I was into the sex game a few years earlier and he said he and his wife were just talking about it and thought it might be fun after all there kids were gone and they had lots of time on there hands. So together we had a threesome with Carol and she loved it so then we started to look around for more swingers locally," Denny said.
I went to the kitchen as the was a pot of coffee ready to be poured.
I sat in my big chair and the guys were seated on the sofa across the coffee table from me. I had forgotten all about my robe and the way I was dressed.
