"Harry; I really do love you but no I don't want to get married." Harry looked at me with big sad eyes and I only smiled. Harry and I had been dating for a few days when I let him bed me. He's near my age and was very good at doing what we were doing at the time. I am quick to climax and I am some what vocal when I do. Harry had never had a women show how much she enjoyed his charms before this and he thought I was the one for him.
Harry is well to do in our small community and it would have been a good match for me and a steady fine piece of ass for Harry. But no I was not about to relinquish my new found freedom in this sexist world and I did not want to once more be bound to one dick. I had been married to the world's biggest ass hole and did not know it until he died. Now I am finding I lost so many of my good years and I was not about to stop now. At this point in my new found freedom I had fucked a few guys and had learned to suck cocks with the best of them. Or so I have been told. Any way I liked what had come my way so far and wanted to enjoy more of the same before I was too old to really enjoy free sex and party times.
Harry brought me a drink he still looked so sad I had to do something so I told him I had a good time with him but I did not want to be bound to just one man. Again he did not seem to understand and gave me that hound dog look so I said "Harry love, I like to fuck and I love to suck a nice hard cock. But I want to suck a lot of different cocks and have a lot of different guys fuck me before I get too old to enjoy it." But in my heart I don't think that will ever happen.
Harry puffed up like a rooster in a hen house and said "Well if that is what you want then why don't we have a sex party here in my house and you can invite all your fucking friends and I mean that literally. Plus a few ladies to keep every one happy so I can see you in action. Hell who knows I might like it. Old Harry and Wilda the swinging local whore."
Then he laughed walked back to the bed were I was still naked and slowly rubbing my wet pussy. I was going to show Harry a trick its call sixty nine. I do that very well with him on top so he can fuck my mouth while I get my pussy licked and that is a wonderful trick. God I do love to get fucked in every orifice I have. The party idea sounded good to me I hoped Harry was serious.
He was and so I started a list of who to invite; I thought six couples should be enough for Harry's first swinging party. But I did not know that many swingers but I knew who did so I called. I called as soon as I got home the next morning.
"Donald my love, I have a party to fill up with our special kind of guests and I don't know that many. Can you help me out?
About six couples I think should be a fair number for this first gathering.
A friend's house.
I would like you to be an extra. My friend thinks it would be fun to see me with another man.
Yes, Of course you can do that too. No, he has not.
I think it would teach him a lesson for being a bit of a prude.
OK; love, I'll call you back later. Well OK, I'll meet you for lunch. Sorry we will not have time for that. I have so much to do.
Yes, my love you can bring the K-Y jelly to the party." I said and hung up.
For those of you who do not know me. I am five foot five, one hundred and fifty pounds. Slightly plump, round but not too fat. Nice legs that spread easily and often. Breast that are a sagging forty-DD. I have been told I have a lovely face. I am a natural blonde Polish lady. Yes of course I am a lady. Oh, yes my mouth is wide, generous and has been known to fit around most any size appendage. Of course I mean a cock.
The sun was bright and here in South Georgia that means it is hot as hell out there already. Even if it was only half past May.
A lacy Victoria secret bra, soft thin cotton panties and a near see through blouse and a short soft jersey cotton skirt that clung to my ass in a way that showed every thing but still kept it legal.
My dark brown Jaguar air-conditioning cooled the car in a minute and off I went to meet Donald for lunch at the Stark Hotel.
Donald was my first love after I became a widow and he was the one that woke in me this insatiable need for sex, every kind known to man and we even to invent a few new ways of having sex. So the swinging thing was just want I needed to get this new life style off to a good start.
There were no cat calls as I walked into the bar through the back door. But I did notice a few men's head turn my way as I sauntered across to where Donald sat in a booth. We kiss lightly and hugged then sat back down in a corner curved booth.
Donald said he had ordered a light cool lunch and a drink was sat in front of me with out my need to order. He toasted me for the cool sexy way I had dressed and this pleased me. I had noticed he had a hard-on as he stood to kiss me. Yes; anticipation will do that every time. Donald slid a short list of names across the table to me. I knew a few of the names but not all. I was instructed to call each talk to those I knew and give them instruction on how to get the location. Those I did not know I was to introduce my self be friendly and let them know who had given me their names. This swinging party might work out yet.
Lunch was light not too filling and the second drink sent a slight signal through me telling me I was warming all over. Donald had found my knee and was holding on to keep me from slipping out of the booth. A third drink and his hand progressed to my thigh. There must me a nerve in my leg that as soon as a male hand touches it my thighs slide apart. This is an involuntary move and completely uncontrollable.