It was on June 26, 1998 that my husband and I moved to Mt. Pleasant, a small city in the center of Michigan. For us, it was a move that made for several changes in our life style. We had lived in Dayton, Ohio since we got married in 1995.
He was an outside adjuster in Ohio, who traveled all over the state. Now, He was a claims manager, confined to his office all day in Clare, an even smaller city, thirteen miles to the north, up route 27. His income had doubled.
For me, it was very unsettling. I had a good teaching position in the Dayton schools. Here, I would have to start in a suburb schools system, since the Mt. Pleasant school system had a waiting list of teachers. And, I had left behind a lover, who filled a special need for me.
After a year of marriage, my husband, Bartolo - everyone calls him Bart - brought up the fact that he had been approached by a friend of his who asked if he and I would like to try swinging. At first, I told him that I really had no interest in swinging, since he was all the man that I needed.
The more I thought about it, the more that I had second thoughts about my position. I do have a problem. Two of my old boyfriends had mentioned it, as had Bart. As soon as I receive a cock in me, I flow so much that the man and I both lose friction. And, if that is not bad enough, the opening to my pussy expands so that a man can insert four fingers in me.
I have done my best to make up for the lack of Bart's pleasure in fucking me, by giving Bart the best blowjobs that I can. It seemed to satisfy him for a while. I love Bart, and he loves me. Yet, thinking of it from his viewpoint, I could well see why he would like to have a tight pussy around his cock, at least once in a while.
A few days later, I gave Bart a kiss. Then, I just told him, "Bart, I am willing to try swinging. Or, if you meet a woman in your travels, you have my permission to have sex with her."
"Jo Jo," my name is Jolene, but everyone calls me Jo Jo. "That is a big change. You have to tell me why sometime. I will go phone John McCall. He asked me if we were interested in coming to their house for a social gathering, to meet other couples to see if there is a mutual attraction."
By the time Saturday night arrived, I was excited. I think that it showed. We did more then socialize. Bart came up to me just after eleven. "Jo Jo, look over my left shoulder. See the woman in the flowered blouse? She has come on to me. Wants to go upstairs to get to know me better. Is that okay with you?"
I had the strangest feeling telling my husband that it was okay to go fuck another woman, but I did. Then, I was standing in that room with all those people, alone. I felt as though a spotlight was on me. All their eyes were.
I did not know it at the time, but they were all thinking, now that her husband has gone with a woman, the men will begin to fuck her. The men were suddenly very observant of my figure, low cut top, and long thin legs. Buddy Johns came up to me. He steered me to the wet bar. His mouth was making small talk, as he savored the exposed tops of my breasts.
I was so wet. I heard Buddy say that he would like to take me upstairs. I turned and walked. He followed.
In the bedroom, I put up my hand to stop him from helping me undress. I was worried that he might damage my skirt zipper. Soon we were both naked. I spread out in the center of the bed. It was more exciting then when Johnny White fucked me in the back seat of his car on prom night.
The lights were on. He was pretty excited too. As he lowed himself on me, his cock was dangling between his legs. "Ooohhoo," I said as it was plunged into me. "Ah, oohho," I said as he pumped it deeply in me. "Oh, oh, oh, oooohhoo," I hissed, as I cum.
"Eeeeeeuuggg," he groaned as he pumped his cum in me.
I spread my arms and legs, completely relaxing, with my eyes closed. The sex wasn't long, but it was intense. I felt Buddy get off the bed. The door closed. I opened my eyes. There were two other men in the room, naked. The next man slid his cock into me. By now, I was so wet and loose, that he could have put three fingers in with it. He sat on my right leg, while holding my left straight up. His ass snapped back and forth in a blur of action. I bounced on the bed, as the headboard bounced off the wall to the rhythm of his motion. His body slamming against me brought me to a second orgasm, better then the first.
The third man just got on me, pumping until he cum. When we were alone, he said, "May I offer some friendly advice?"
"Yes."
"You need to learn how to squeeze a man with your cunt."
Seeing my confusion, he told me how. I tried what he told me with Bart later that night. Bart, for the first time with me, cum twice in a row.
We attended several more parties like that one during the next year. Right after school got out for the summer, I took some golf lessons at the country club from a young man by the name of Denton Littlejohn. I had not thought about taking the lesson, when I got dressed that morning. My golf blouse was cut very loose. When I gripped the club, slightly bent over, Denny, who was standing in front of me, and a head taller then I, could see all the way down my front to my belly button, he told me later.
I don't wear a bra. He was treated to thirty minutes of non-stop swaying tits. I could not miss the large tent that formed in his pants. Ten minutes into the lesson, both of our pants were wet. Twenty minutes into the lesson, we both knew that we would fuck each other. When the lesson ended, I gave him my address.
"See you in half an hour," he said.
I met him at the door, naked. Once he was in, we ran, giggling, to the bedroom. I jumped on the bed, got on my back, and opened my legs. Then, I saw it. It was long, thick, and red, with purple veins. It was between his legs, pointed up, bobbing as he crawled over to me. I did not want to wait for him to play with me. I wanted that in me right away. I put my hands behind his arms and pulled him up over me. His body settled on mine. My ass was already pumping in circular motions as he put the end in me.
My hands pulling his ass forward gave Denny the message, as I voiced my need. "Put it in me, Denny."
The next moment, in my mind, lightning struck, the earth shook, the heavens opened. For the first time in my life, my cunt was completely filled by a cock. "Oh, my, my, my⦠You are wonderful!" Later, between sex, I kidded him about his name, saying that Littlejohn, he wasn't.
That day, I shooed him out of there, just after four-thirty. We got very inventive from then on. We fucked in the bushes, on the greens, and in the storm sheds at the club. We fucked in the front seat of his pick-up, in a city park, on a beach, in a boat, and once on a blanket in a cemetery. I loved his cock. I was never too wet or loose for it to feel good.
Then, a year later, we moved. We are now in an end unit of a four-unit condo, in a small town that everyone knows everyone else, or so it seems. I was really down in the dumps. Our next-door neighbor is a widower doctor by the name of Jack Zuckner.