Lynn and I squabbled over only one thing, exclusivity. She wanted to be my only lady. Now I cared for her in and out of bed, and I told her that she had all the things I wanted in an ideal woman. I wanted to be with her, but I needed to experiment with more sex partners. As a very sexual, open woman, she understood that, but I guess she had this fear that I would find someone with better looks, more money, or a better blow job that would replace her. I told her I did not want to replace her blow jobs, only supplement them. That crack pissed her off.
I told her that she should go with any guy she wanted and she should fuck his brains out if she wished. There were, however, many more women, carnivorous women.
The funny thing is that I only had sex with one other woman, and Lynn had to know that this was an unusual situation that clearly presented no threat to her. Her name was May.
Around the time I had met Lynn, more of my married lady friends kept serving up the names of single women. The first two fix ups discouraged me, and I knew that I must be candid with my desires if these meetings had any chance. Two married lady friends were in fix me up mode, and I leveled with them.
The first, Wendy, was married to one of my regular golfing buddies. She was a quiet, unassertive woman and I was surprised how diligently she pursued matchmaking. She looked kind of nerdy, but cute, rail thin with no tits and no ass. I had no interest in her or any other married woman.
"Wendy, you have to know that I am interested in women that are sexually adventurous."
I was shocked when she wanted to know exactly what I meant.
"Wendy, I am interested in assplay. Anal sex and analingus." I was getting turned on telling her this. She kind of turned away with this faraway look in her eye. She murmured, "Wow. I don't think I know anyone who would be interested."
The odd thing is that I was convinced that if I had grabbed her pants, pulled them down and started licking her ass, she would have done anything. In fact, every time she saw me, she always found a way to reach out and touch me, something she had never done before.
I had the same conversation with Bonnie, another married friend. She, on the other hand, was a hot ticket. She was the second wife of a friend and younger than most of our crowd. "What's the big deal. You should easily be able to find a woman that does anal. I have an idea that might interest you. Let me think about it and call you."
The next day Bonnie called. She had a friend named May. She was older, about 67. May lost her husband about eight months ago, but while he was alive, Bonnie said they had an active sex life, a very active sex life.
"How do you know this?", I asked.
"May and I compare notes."
I was dying to pursue that comment, but I let Bonnie continue.
"May has no desire to pursue a relationship, but I think she is lonely for affection. I bet with your charms, she may satisfy your kinky desires. Frankly, if she is as horny as I think she is, she'll jump in with both feet."
This sounded appealing. Bonnie was meeting May for coffee at the club the next morning, and she suggested I stop by to introduce myself. Now I was a little hesitant about a woman in her late 60's, but at this time I was very involved with Lynn and realized that I was enjoying things that were a little offbeat. What really piqued my curiosity would be Bonnie's explanation to May about the reason for our meeting. I worried I may be really embarrassed.
We met the next day and I was introduced to a woman that was clearly a few years older than me. May had short gray hair that was kind of spiky. She had a big smile and big tits, and I could not help but worry that they would sit pretty low when she was undressed. She was dressed casually and a little funky. May, clearly, was her own person.
"Now, May, as I was telling you, our friend here has some unusual appetites, and I thought you may like him. Isn't that right?", Bonnie asked me.
