Authors Note: Happy New Year! Thank you all for reading and being excited about this series. I wanted to add a short chapter here as I get back into the swing of things after not writing for a few months. I hope you all enjoy. I appreciate the comments :)
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The past three months have been...trippy. There's no other way to put it, so let's recap. It has been just over three months that I've been fucking Mr. Charlie, my shy, 73-year-old neighbor who happens to be hung like-a-horse; one month since my 54-year-old neighbor Reggie, who lives across the street, caught me and Mr. Charlie in the middle of one of our sessions; sitting in his easy chair with my tits in his mouth while I tugged away on his huge dick; and it has been exactly 2 weeks since I've added Reggie to my fuck toy roster.
I told you - It has been a wild ride (pun intended) these three months.
At 26 years old, I have developed a ravenous sexual appetite. On the road to self discovery, I've learned that I love the thrill of the taboo nature of age gap relationships, I have all but abandoned conventional dating. The arrangements I've curated with Mr. Charlie and Reggie have become deeply satisfying, empowering and in an odd way have uncomplicated my life. I still hang out with my girlfriends, go to parties, dance, drink and flirt with men my own age and once I've built up enough sexual tension, I always find myself beelining home to either skewer myself on Mr. Charlie's gigantic cock or sneak in a quick, tasty drilling by the cute, lanky Reggie. I did not expect my friends to understand, and I had given up on explaining to them what they were missing. I just continued to listen to their sex failures and disappointments with a smug sense of superiority - More for me!
Adding a new fuck toy hasn't been as complicated as one might imagine. Obviously, the hardest barrier to overcome was finding opportunities to fuck Reggie. He was married and his wife was acutely aware of my presence in the neighborhood. She seemed to suspect something indecorous going on between me and Mr. Charlie, nothing that she ever said outwardly but her staring and cautious glances whenever she saw me spoke volumes, so she kept a watchful eye on me.
But as they say, where there's a will there's a way.
I wasn't trying to upend his life. In fact, I loved that he was married. I had begun to think that if society wasn't so entrenched in monogamy culture, perhaps Mrs. Williams and I could both openly enjoy Reggie. But it is not to be, at least not in this lifetime. I liked Reggie's sense of humor, his boyish energy and carefree disposition during our brief interactions but what keeps me coming back is his beautiful cock that satiates my yearning to be plowed. We understand the rules of engagement and afterward, I send him happily on his way.
Now, my sweet Mr. Charlie is not thrilled about this new... sex triangle he has found himself in, nor is he thrilled about sharing me with Reggie but he remains a good sport because after all, he still retains mostly unlimited access to my hungry pussy plus an exclusive privilege. More on that later.
Both men serve their purpose in my life, and I realize it's a luxury to be a young, single woman having the sex I want to have without succumbing to the pressure of finding a man, settling down and having kids as soon as possible, like many of my friends were on the trajectory to do. I was surrounded by a neighborhood full of such relationships- women that married young, moved out to the burbs, had the required number of children and settled into monotonous marriages. They often gathered for their wine club bitch sessions at each other's houses. No surprise (or offense taken) that I was never invited into their coven.
Back to my fuck toys-