Late Bloomer Pt 02

About a week after the episode in chapter 1, I returned from work at about 5. It was another warm, early June day. June was in the kitchen, wearing an apron while she prepared supper. She turned to me with a sheepish look.

"What's the matter? Did you spoil the broth or do I need to go for a missing ingredient?"

"I've been bad! I hope you'll think I've been naughty."

"You intrigue me! You look naughty, not bad."

"A few hours ago, there was a knock on the door. I glimpsed a man, a young man. Then I looked at my mini-skirt and halter top and wondered if I looked too tempting. When I opened the door, I recognized Eddie, the boy who lost his virginity to me! He and his friends found where we live!"

"'How did you find me?' I asked."

"'I'm a college student! I know how to do research. I've learned the best sources and how to make the best use of them. You're the best source I have ever discovered! You gave me the most exciting, most pleasurable experience of my life! I continually replay in my mind what we did and masturbate. I haven't cum, though. I wanted to save it for you, in case you and your husband invited us to another party. After a week passed, I couldn't wait any longer, so here I am, and you look very inviting!'"

"I didn't want to remain at the front door talking about sex, so I invited Eddie inside our house, not inside me. We went into the living room. He sat on the couch. I got him a glass of lemonade. When I bent forward to serve him, his eyes nearly popped out as he ogled my cleavage. This halter is a size small, and my breasts nearly popped out for him. I sat opposite him in my recliner. My mid-thigh skirt rode up almost to my hips, and he transferred his stare to my naked thighs. I could see that he already had a hardon for me! He made no attempt to hide it but rather sported it as a tribute to me. He wore shorts, which also rode up his thighs. I momentarily expected his cock to snake out one leg.

"He'd seen me naked and had the most intimate relations with me. I had received his cock and a big serving of his sperm, so modesty would not have become me. I was excited by how much he wanted me and how lustfully he gazed at my breasts and thighs. I was a good girl: I wore panties. Would you have wanted me to be a bad girl and not wear any? I wondered if he would ravish me, should I deny him? Are you angry? No, you have a hardon for me, too!

"I decided to chill out with a big, glass of chilled chardonnay. He accepted some, too. Somehow, I ended up setting our glasses on the coffee table in front of him and sitting myself beside him. Up rode my skirt again, baring most of my thighs with a very sexy effect. Eddie did not ask permission; he just began doing something I'd let him do when we first me: caress my bare thighs, outside and inside, right up the V of my bikini panties! His searching hands thrilled me right to my pussy!

"I knew his raging hormones would spur him on until he had me. All I needed was to let him do what he wanted with me. I wondered if you would be upset that you didn't get a chance to watch, or if you'd be proud that I had excited an eighteen-year-old to return for more of me. Soon, he released my breasts from the halter, filled his hands with them, kissed them, licked my nipples and sucked them erect.

"'End of Round 1! I need a towel for the couch.' I pleaded.

"As I spread the bath towel along the couch, Eddie stood up, unzipped my skirt, and stripped skirt and panties off me. As I turned to face him, he knelt at my feet, grabbed my ass to pull me to him, and began kissing my pussy. Then he pushed me to sit down. Again, he knelt at my feet, spread my legs, pulled me toward him and began licking my pussy open. I clamped my thighs around his head. He added a finger to lick and finger-fuck me to my first orgasm of the day.

"'Now, you'd better fuck me!' I said and lay back, raising my knees and spreading my legs for him to mount me. To be taken unexpectedly by a young stud who had been lusting for me all week put me in heat for him!

"'This is better than a gang-bang party! I can fuck you as many times as I want!'

"He proceeded to do so! There was no need to go slowly to prevent a premature ejaculation, because he would just rest a few minutes and fuck me again, and again. As soon as he possessed me, I came on his cock. He paused but a moment and then began fucking me hard and fast. I moaned, squealed and screamed. I surprised both of us by squirting!

"'Wow, only highly-sexed women squirt, according to my research!'

"'You and my husband probably research the same material, porn!'

"He grinned. We lay together, joined as a man and a woman were made to be. Soon, I felt his cock resurrect and fill my pussy again. Now, he took his time fucking me. I began to lift my hips to meet his amorous thrusts. He clutched my big tits and fucked my mouth with his tongue while he fucked my pussy. I suppose it was about ten minutes before he speeded up and fucked me harder, fucked me as if for dear life. I cried out with pleasure. I felt the jolts of his cock as he pumped several more streams of sperm deep into me.

"We lay coupled still. He was determined to fuck me until I drained him. He stayed inside me while we cuddled and caressed. It took about 10 minutes for me to arouse him to ride me again. After about 15 minutes of steady, merciless fucking, with my legs and arms embracing him, I became almost hoarse from moaning whimpering and urging him on, I began to talk dirty. Are you going to brag to your friends that you got me all to yourself. Tell them how well you used me, fucking me three times, screwing me so well that you made me squirt, fucking me senseless until I nearly fainted with pleasure? I can hardly wait to tell my husband what you did to me!'

"'Oh, you slut, you beautiful slut-wife!'

"He howled as his sperm shot up his cock, flooding my pussy. After that, we lay in the afterglow and fell asleep from our exertions.

"Eddie thanked me profusely for my favors. He helped me to dress. I asked him to put my panties on before I got up, because I wanted to show you how much sperm he had fucked into me.

"'That's so sexy! Stop! You make me wish I could fuck you again! Oh, the guys knew I was going to come here and try to lay you. We want to know if you and your husband aren't ready for another gangbang, could each of us come here to fuck you? Monday would be my day and the others would each take Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.'

"What would the neighbors think of all the young men visiting me? I'll consult with my husband. He got me into this and the four of you into me. I'm doing it mostly to please him, but I didn't realize how much I'd enjoy it, too.'"

"There you are, husband. It seems that I'm having most of the fun while you're just watching. You're supposed to call Kevin to let him know if they can continue to date me."

She looked at my rampant cock, which I had released, and asked,

"Is that a yes?"

"Your thighs are streaked and glistening with that young stud's sperm. You never look more beautiful than when you've been freshly fucked or more exciting than when another guy has fucked his spunk into you! Lie back down on that sex towel and show me how much sperm Eddie put into you!"

I stripped June naked, leaving her soaked panties until last. She had plenty of Eddie's sperm left in her, which made entry easy for me and painless for her. I didn't have to fuck her hard, because the psychology of the situation had me at the brink of orgasm just re-possessing her.

"Do you mind that Eddie fucked me when you weren't here to enjoy watching?"

"Your graphic description got me quite excited. Just give me all of the dirty details of your next dates."

"Then, you want me to let them take turns fucking me four days a week? What if they are finally sated with me and lose interest?"

"I expect that they will soon leave for summer vacation, from which you may have delayed them! There are plenty of men, young and old, wanting to lay a voluptuous cutie like you. Now you know you have the power. Your body was made to give and receive sexual pleasure. Every cock you get hard is a tribute to your desirability. Every man who offers up his sperm into your cunt increases your power. You are my sex goddess, my love goddess!"

With that, we became more passionate and fucked urgently to a rapturous climax.

"Do you remember the first time we made love?"

"I'll never forget that as long as I can remember anything!"

"Neither will I. For the first time, I experienced feeling completely a woman, completed by our sexual union."

"And I felt, for the first time, complete in my manhood. Those were the days, when we could complete each other every day!"

"Thanks to you, on my 50th birthday, I felt the completely a woman five times in sexual union with five different men, and I will be fulfilled in my womanhood four days in a row this week. It's your fault that I'm enjoying that and wanting it as often as possible!"

"It's Nature's joke that men are more easily aroused and often want sex more intensely and more often than most women, but that a woman is built to have more sex than a man. Now you know that you can enjoy sex every day, if you have enough sex partners or one devoted teenager, and even a gangbang.

"Do you still love me, as your slutwife?"

"More than ever!"

"Then, you make supper, because I don't feel so powerful right now; I feel thoroughly fucked!"

June had all of the ingredients, so all I had to do was combine them and cook. Afterward, I called Kevin to arrange for tomorrow's date.

"Mr. Swanson, your wife transformed our Eddie from a shy virgin into a boastful stud! She really boosted his confidence, three times today, he says. A private consultation would have been best in the first place. It's all the more a tribute to your wife that she excited him to perform with an audience! George is eager to be next. His mouth is watering after what Eddie told us. Thanks again for sharing her!"

June's View

Thanks to my lecherous husband, my sex life has gained a lot of variety. I am not submissive in other aspects of my life, but being sexually submissive to my husband' desires frees me to live my sexual fantasies. I thrill to accept the sex partners with whom he chooses to mate me.

I don't know why sharing me and watching other men feel me up, strip me naked, eat my pussy, and fuck me excites him so much. I know why exciting other men and showing my husband how desirable I am to them excites me. When I'm not feeling embarrassed and ashamed, I feel proud and thrilled psychologically and physically by the pleasure they give me. My power to draw Eddie to me was very exciting. Submitting to a gangbang with men, especially with my husband watching, complimenting me and cheering me on, however, was the most exciting sex I ever had. If Gene asks me to perform another such sex show, I will be thrilled to do it, if I could without public notoriety.

I awoke on Tuesday morning feeling still wet between my thighs. My pussy was still flooded with sperm. When I got up, the floodgates released streams of man cream down the insides of my thighs. Gene grabbed his phone and photographed me, looking thoroughly fucked! Then, I took a shower.

At breakfast, I wondered what role I should play for George: buxom matron, cute, flirtatious housewife, or sophisticated slutwife.

"Have you any suggestions about what I should wear for my date this afternoon?"

"Something suggestive. It's warm weather, a good excuse not to wear much."

"A negligee or outerwear, like a sunsuit?"

"How about a bikini, that old black one?"

"I don't know whether I can fit into it or not."

"It could be fun trying! Let's see. Hurry so I won't be late for work!"

I re-appeared, naked.

"I'll need help to get these on! The cups are C and I'm now D."

It took both of us to get my breasts into the cups and keep them their while he just managed to fasten the top. They definitely looked as if they wanted to get free. The bikini bottom managed to cover the cleft of my buttocks, but my pubic hair overflowed the tiny front triangle!

"Baby, you look great! Like June, you're busting out all over!"

"It barely covers my nipples! If I bend over, my boobs will fall out! My pussy has almost swallowed the little strip in the bottoms! George will strip me raw and devour me!"

"I wish I could be here to watch him ravish you. I wish I could stay and ravish you myself! Have fun and tell me all!"

I paced the rooms. I looked in my closet through my negligees. I could not make up my mind. The doorbell rang.

"Hi, George, what can I do for you?"

George's mouth hung open. He looked me up and down.

"I was getting a little sun, but this bikini is old. I've outgrown or overgrown it and it's too tight."

"Come on inside!"

That now had a double meaning.

"I can help with your bikini."

"I'll bet you can!" I danced away into the kitchen.

"Just have a seat in the living room, and we'll have nice, cold drinks. I favor a very chilled chardonnay. How about you?"

George sat on the couch. I bent down to place our glasses on the coffee table. One tit popped out!

"See that! I should have changed!"

When I sat down, about two feet from George, he sidled over, reached behind my back and unfastened my top.

"There, doesn't that feel better?"

Then he manhandled my bare tits.

"Yes, George, and don't they feel better to you?"

I felt very warm and took a big swallow of wine. He gave my tits a lot of attention, as if he had never beheld such wonders, in such abundance. He kissed them all over. He licked and sucked my nipples. I noticed that his cock was struggling to get out of his shorts.

"It's not fair that I'm bare-chested and you're not! Don't bust your buttons! Let me help."

I unbuttoned his shirt, undid his fly, and released the serpent.

Then, he began feeling up and down and all over my bare thighs. He coaxed them apart to explore the inside lane. Although I knew where his hand was going, I still flinched when it pressed against my pussy.

I drained my glass and went for another.

"No more for me! I'm intoxicated by you!"

"How sweet! You know what to say to get into a woman's pants!"

Before I could sit back down, George rose and stripped me. I unbuckled his shorts. He pulled them and his undershorts down and off. We enjoyed a naked embrace. His rigid cock made a slight furrow up my belly. His hands felt me up all over, and I shivered with pleasure. We French-kissed while he grabbed and squeezed my plump ass.

"You've got everything: big tits, beautiful legs, and an ass that almost asks to be grabbed!"

"Mmm, what are you going to do to me?"

"You know very well!"

"Then, if you're going to mess me up, I'd better get a towel to protect the couch!"

I spread the towel and sat down. Then, George knelt at my feet and spread me.

"Give your husband my compliments on how tasty his wife's cunt is!"

I threw my head back, moaned and gripped George's head with my thighs so hard that he struggled to breathe.

"For such a small woman, you sure have strong thighs!"

George the stood, tipped me over onto my back, and mounted me. He wasted no time in drilling me.

"Also tell your husband I think his wife is a choice piece of ass, how wet her cunt gets for my cock and that I never expect to have a better fuck!"

"Thanks, George! When he's not here to watch and join in, he wants all the juicy details."

"I'd probably be embarrassed to say this much, if he were here."

George seemed, like Eddie, to have saved up for me, because it took him only about five minutes for us to make our first cream pie.

"God, what a sweet fuck you are! You've taught me to appreciate older women. I'm staying for seconds!"

My dirty-minded husband had taught me to enjoy men talking dirty to me and even talking dirty back to them.

Soon, George's cock swelled again to fill me. He took his time fucking me.

"Which of us fucked you best?"

"I don't know. Each man has his own style. After Eddie had more chances to practice on me, I'd say he's a real comer!"

George laughed and fucked me harder.

"Yes, George! Do it to me! Squeeze my big breasts and fuck me hard!"

He rode me hard and fast.

"Oh, what a man! You're making me squirt! Nobody can fuck me better than that!"

I thus inflamed his lust and soon felt his cock swell bigger, jerk and spurt more of his sperm into me. We lay still joined and both sated. George had given me his all, of his quality and didn't feel a need to surpass or match Eddie's quantity.

I felt a bit intimidated about my date with Amal. In the cold light of morning, I thought of him remembering how we'd mated like animals, and I was embarrassed about meeting him now that I was not heated up in a gangbang. I chose a lady-like persona and dressed in a white bra, white bikini panties, a short skirt, and a peasant blouse with a elastic neckline.

The doorbell, although expected, still jolted me, as if I were electrically connected to it. I felt weak in the knees and faint as I struggled toward the door. Amal surprised me by wearing a dress shirt and dress shorts and presenting me with a long-stemmed red rose!

"Oh, thank you! It smells beautiful, too!"

"Am I addressing the lady of the house?"

"Yes."

"If you will indulge me, I can show you a household tool called The Housewife's Delight."

We laughed.

"You're very persuasive. Demonstrate, and if I like it, I'll pay generously!"

"I need you to be the subject to try it out on you."

"Try it out on me or in me?"

I served us some chardonnay on the coffee table in front of the couch. We sat close. Amal put his left arm around my shoulders to draw me close for a passionate kiss. I accepted his thick tongue. Meanwhile, his right hand began exploring my bare thighs and pushing my skirt gradually up, until I lifted my ass up so that he could pull it up to my waist.

"It's a real treat to feel you up your milk-white thighs with my black paws on your flawlessly smooth skin!"

Then his left hand experimented with how far the elastic neckline would yield. He bared my shoulders, kissed the swell of my breasts and reached behind to unfasten my bra. Impatient with desire, I undid it for him and pulled my blouse over my head and off so that he could get my bra off and his hands on their abundant contents. He grabbed, squeezed, and caressed them. He teased my nipples very erect by strumming them with his thumbs, licking and sucking them.

We drained our wine glasses. Amal moved the table away to get at me. He pulled me to my feet, knelt and stripped me of my skirt and panties. He grabbed my ass and made me squeal. He kissed my pussy. Then, he pushed me back down onto the couch. Still kneeling, he pulled my legs over his shoulders and pulled my pussy up to his face.

"Ever since I first had you, I've dreamed of my first taste of white pussy, unspoiled by another guy's spunk!"

A synonym came to mind: unadulterated pussy before committing adultery. A saying from childhood followed: "Kiss me, but don't slobber!" As Amal's lips and tongue slobbered over my pussy, I felt that the saying did not apply to a woman's nether lips! As his long middle finger violated me and fucked me, he brought me to orgasm. I was now suitable for mounting.

He stood, and turnabout being fair play, I kissed and sucked the thick, purple head of his big cock.

"Oh, man! Oh, woman! Look out! I want to lay you and get this Housewife's Delight up your tight, wet cunt now!"

I was delighted to submit. He teased the head of his big dick up and down my wet slit and pushed until it almost popped inside, but not quite! I lifted my hips to receive it, but he moved it away.

"You touted your tool; now demonstrate! Use it in me! Use me!"