Once and Again

"Wow," I said, gradually relaxing after I came. Meredith was still sitting astride me, cowgirl, my gradually shrinking cock about to slip from her. I slipped my hands up her stomach, filling them with both of her boobs. "You've still got great tits."

"I'm glad you still like them," she answered, sliding off to one side and snuggling into my side. "That was pretty nice," she said as my arm wrapped around her shoulder. Neither of us said anything for a few moments, just absorbing the afterglow of hot sex, until she said, "You're done, aren't you?"

"Probably."

"Even with the Viagra?"

"Yeah. I know you're supposed to consult with a doctor if an erection lasts for 4 hours, but I've never been close to that."

"Ever used a cock ring?"

"Me?" I don't know why I was caught by surprise at the question. My response caused her to giggle.

"Well,

I

can't wear it, even if it is for my benefit. We'll have to get you one."

"They really work?" I questioned, never having had thoughts of even trying a cock ring before. "I've never played with anything like that."

"Definitely. There's a reason you see them on porn stars a lot. They trap the blood going into your cock, making you harder as time goes on, and then they can keep you from cumming too, both of which make you last longer."

I had thought we'd done pretty good. Back from our mountain climbing expedition, I'd taken us to my place, and with the application of a small blue pill, for the first time in years, after our mountaintop tryst, I'd had intercourse for a second time in a day. I had gotten hard, and then not cum very rapidly, but her comment about making me last longer got my attention.

"I didn't last long enough for you? I know you came." I knew I'd managed to make her cum before my own ardor had dissipated.

"It's OK, you were good." I heard the words, but, whether an accurate translation or not, those words, to me, meant

I've had better.

"I'm sorry," I said, a bit dejected at myself that I hadn't been able to satisfy my new lover.

"Oh, don't worry, you were OK, you were good," she said, lifting her head and leaning in to kiss me. Her hand came over and palmed my cheek to hold my face to her lips as hers found mine. "It's me, not you. I learned a long time ago that I can come multiple times more than a single man can. That's why I don't believe in monogamy."

"I meant to ask you about that," I said when she'd again snuggled into my side. "You said you're not monogamous, and... how did you say it? That you'd given up on men? What's that all about?"

"Perhaps I said that wrong. It's not that I've given up on men. It's that I've given up on depending on

a man

to give me satisfaction."

I thought about it for a minute, not saying anything and not quite understanding the entirety of what she meant. "Tell me," I simply said.

"I told you before, it started with you."

"Yeah," I acknowledged, "But what does that mean?"

"I guess I believed in the myth. Prince Charming. Happily ever after, my one and only, and all that?" I didn't say anything. "When I met Rick,

that

is essentially what I thought I'd found. But I was young, so what did I know about love? Absolutely nothing. I just knew that when he kissed me, I melted inside. When he fondled me, my nipples got hard, and I loved it. When we got naked and he fingered me and sucked on my nipples, I would cum. Letting him fuck me seemed the natural thing to do, and even though I never had an orgasm from fucking with him, most of the time he'd get me off with his fingers or his tongue, sometimes without me even asking. And then with you, when I came during fucking the first time, I realized that perhaps Rick wasn't all that I thought he was."

"I guess," I fed back to her, "but it's not unusual for a woman to not have an orgasm during intercourse."

"I know that. And I don't always, either, but it had

never

happened with him. And then after you, he seemingly became obsessed with me having sex with other men."

"And you didn't like that."

"Oh, no, just the opposite. I got tired of him... pushing... me to have sex with other men, but that didn't mean I didn't like having sex with others. Men and, a little later, with women also. Alone or together. The funny thing is, the more sex I had with others, the less

he

wanted to have sex with me, and the further away from him that I grew. And, of course, when he gave me the clap, and I found out why, we got divorced."

"At twenty?"

"Yeah. I'd been with one man for 6 years by that time. We separated and we divorced at 20."

"I'm not surprised, really," I said. "My wife was very close to the yin to my yang, but even then, us staying together for so long was a choice. I think very few of us find our Prince Charming or Cinderella -- it's pretty much a myth."

"It may be, but I sure felt like a failure. I remember those vows,

to love and to cherish until death do us part"

, but they should have also said, "or until by divorce we do part." It seemed like so many friends I had got married and were having magical marriages -- right up until a couple of years later when they divorced, too."

"Me too. I think when I married the first time, in the back of my mind, I knew it couldn't last. We had nothing to keep us together except hot sex and a baby, and then we lost the baby." It was silent for a moment before I asked, "So why did you marry again?"

"I still had it in my mind that I was supposed to have a one and only. I knew it wasn't Rick, but in my mind, I was always looking, always waiting for my Prince Charming. When I moved back with Mom and Dad, I dated lots of guys that last year of college, but like I said, I went from gang bangs to being celibate. I didn't sleep with anyone for almost a year."

"That couple from the swingers' party?" I queried, just to show I'd been listening as much as anything.

"Stef and Jay, yeah. I had Stef's phone number and called her, and after we'd talked for a while, she invited me to come over for dinner. When she asked about Rick, I told her all about separating and divorcing and that my life was upside down, sexually. She said it sounded like I needed to get laid, and I told her if I didn't hook up with someone and get laid soon, I thought I was going to explode. I joined them for dinner one night, and the following day, she called me and said that they were heading to Palm Springs that weekend for their anniversary and asked if I'd like to come along. She said that after dinner the night before that Jay had commented on how fun I'd been, which I understood meant that he'd liked fucking me. She said if I wanted to come along, I could be their anniversary present to each other. When I asked if she was setting me up with her husband, she said, "Actually, it would be both of us. I like playing with women too."

"You'd been with a woman before?"

"No. Not at all. I'd had women watch me fuck their boyfriends or husbands, but except for a few fondling my tits or clit in passing, I'd never been with a woman until that weekend." She'd been lying on her side, talking, and now shifted onto her back, snuggling against me. "She was my first woman."

"It wasn't the 3 of you?"

"Oh no, it was all 3 of us, all weekend long. I ate my first pussy, and Stef did me too. But it was all 3 of us, almost all the time. If Jay and I got busy, Stef would watch or come and join us. If Stef and I got busy, Jay would watch for a while until he'd recovered before he came to join us. It wasn't 2 of us, all 3 of us were there together virtually all the time. We'd finish Jay off and then Stef and I played until he could go again. Although it was perfectly OK for Jay and me to fuck, or Stef and me to fuck, and Stef and Jay to, but especially it was all three of us, taking care of each other. Jay fucking me while I was tonguing Stef was almost as magical as that time when I was sucking you and Rick did me. That weekend was my first threesome that included a woman."

I thought about it for just a moment before saying, "Oh yeah, you and Rick had threesomes at the swingers parties..."

"Rick liked me to be with multiple men. Sometimes one after another, sometimes all at the same time. I think I'd done everything possible with multiple men by the time I was 19. Like I said, I was his slut."

We lay there silently for a while. "So, you started seeing Stef and Jay..." I prodded.

"Still do. Again."

"What do you mean, again?"

"After Rick and I divorced, we became a regular thing. At least every other week, sometimes twice a week, I'd get together with them. They became my best friends, and we regularly spent the nights together, but I always, in my mind, had this "I'm supposed to find my soulmate and live happily ever after" thought. I suppose I told Stef about it in our talks, but I really don't remember. I never asked, but I think she always had it in her mind that she was setting me up, or setting someone up, to ask me out. Several times when they had social parties, I found there was a single man there along with me. I actually accepted dates with a few, but it wasn't until Duane that somebody really struck my fancy."

"And he turned out to be a dick also?"

"Not at first, he really could be a prince charming, maybe that's why I fell for his bullshit? He treated me like a princess, always seemed proud to have me with him, showing me off. It wasn't until later that I realized he was treating me like his possession."

"But you married him?" I felt her head nod on my arm.

"He asked me multiple times, but it was 5 years before he asked me to marry him and I said yes."

"Were you still seeing Stef and Jay?"

"Oh no, he was not part of the swinging scene at all. He wanted me exclusively, but he loved to show me off. His hot little wife. Oh My God, I had so many skimpy bikinis, the smaller the better. He loved me to wear braless dresses, preferably with lots of boob showing, but then he'd get jealous if I were talking to someone else."

"That shouldn't have been too hard for you," I giggled, "showing off your tits?"

"I have always been proud of my girls," she laughed in response, her hand coming over to playfully hit me in the chest.

"So, you were happily married for at least a while?"

I felt her shrug her shoulder, but she didn't say anything for a few moments. "Afterward, I had to question that. Had Duane

really

been all that I'd thought he was? I'd given up on virtually all my friends to be with him. I had not done anything for 4 years unless he'd set it up. Dinner parties, which I hosted for his business acquaintances. Conferences that we'd go to, where he had me on his arm. And then we'd go back to the room where he could fuck me on the balcony or against a window or somewhere that we might be seen, and although I enjoyed it, I realized mostly it had been to stroke his own ego. And then, when I was suddenly left at home alone and found out he was shagging his

assistant

..." She stopped talking for a moment. "I was down on myself for quite a while. I called up Stef and apologized for having essentially wiped her and Jay out of my life. I don't think I'd even seen her since the wedding. We talked, or rather I talked, for quite a while, and it was then that I realized that I'd been depending on men to take care of my needs most of my life. And as we talked, I realized I'd been quite happy with regularly seeing Stef and Jay. I'd gone to swingers parties with them multiple times before I met Duane, and even went to many of them on my own. I'd had sex with multiple men and women and never been unsatisfied, as it was what

I

wanted, not what Rick or Duane wanted. And I also realized that virtually all of the best sexual experiences I'd had in my life had been with more than one person."

I heard what she said, translating in my head into what I understood. "Threesomes?"

She didn't answer immediately, finally saying, "Sometimes." Neither of us said anything, and she added, "Sometimes more." I didn't say anything.

Neither of us said anything for a bit until Meredith said, "You're judging me."

I realized that she was correct. I just nodded.

Meredith rolled up onto her elbows, pointing her face to mine. "Jerry." I just looked at her. "I've always wondered what happened to you, and then life interfered. I've been married twice, divorced twice, and I have no need to have a husband again. I gave my life to two men, allowed them to control me, to control my sexuality, and that didn't work for me." She stopped, just staring into my face for several moments. "If we're going to have a relationship, it's on my terms. After my second divorce and finding fulfillment in my multitude of friends, I finally understand that I'm a very sexual person. I like sex with men. I like sex with women. There isn't much sexually that I haven't done. I'm not into bondage or kinky shit like that, but I especially like sex with multiple people. I'm multi-orgasmic, I can fuck 5 men one right after another and cum 5 straight times." She stopped again, just looking me in the face. I nodded. "And once is seldom enough for me." With that, she moved her head toward my crotch and took my cock in her mouth.

Although the Viagra had allowed me to remain semi-hard, her mouth music soon had me hard enough to fuck again. Although I was hard enough to perform, I was also numb and unlikely to cum. I knew exactly what she wanted when she pulled away, rose onto her knees pointed her ass at me. I didn't need an invitation, rising to my knees and finding her pussy hot and wet as I slipped inside.

I easily set up for long full strokes into her, and was surprised when her hand came over the back of her ass, her finger penetrating her pucker as I was fucking her. After she'd cum and I pulled out, she rose and went to the toilet. I heard her wash her hands and, moments later, she climbed back onto the bed with me.

"I take it you like anal sex?" I asked.

"Ummm, yeah. The only thing better than a DP is a three-p."

"A what?" I asked, having no idea what she meant by a "3-P".

"Three at once. A cock in my ass, a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth." She giggled, "Or a pussy on my tongue, or a pussy on my tongue and a tongue on my pussy with a dick in my ass." I didn't say anything and a moment later she asked, "Have you ever done anal?"

"No."

"Lots of lube, and afterwards before your cock comes anywhere near my pussy or mouth, lots of soap and water and, even then, it's best to have a condom."

I was just thinking about what she'd said. That Meredith was much more sexually experienced than I was, there was no doubt. That she was much more sexually... liberal than I was, there was no doubt. I don't know how long we lay there with her once again cuddled to my shoulder when she said, "I need to go."

I glanced at the clock. "You don't want to stay?"

"Not this time. I've got to go to work in the morning, I just took a sick day today."

"This time?" I repeated. "You wouldn't mind doing this again?"

"It was a nice day. I wouldn't mind doing it again."

"Me either."

I got up and pulled some shorts on while I watched her get dressed. She stood after she'd put her hiking shoes back on, ready to go. "Jerry?" she said, turning toward me and stepping forward. I put my arms out, and she stepped into me. I leaned forward, and we kissed, just a goodbye and thank you kiss before she stepped back. "I really liked today; I really like you. I'm not sure where this is going, but if we're going to be together, you're going to have to join my life. I can't go back to being a one-man woman. I enjoy my life, and I enjoy my sexuality too much for that. We're much too old to worry about being someone's "one and only," anyway. I want to introduce you to Stef and Jay and our lifestyle." She turned to the door and stopped. "Oh, I guess you better get dressed."

I didn't immediately realize why she said that. "What?"

She giggled. "Well, I don't want to walk home, and since you picked me up, you need to take me home." She got a grin on her face and added, "As late as it is, and since you don't have to go to work in the morning, why don't you just spend the night with me rather than coming all the way back here? As long as you don't make me late in the morning."

I don't know what time she got to work, but I do know she was late.

~

It wasn't just sex, although we, or I guess I should say "me", were having much more sex than at the end with my wife. Cancer and pain and the effects of chemo had pretty well put a damper on our sex life.

I'd been dating off and on for several years now, and sometimes that included sex, sometimes just going to dinner, or a movie, or just 'hanging out.' Sometimes, it was just cuddling and watching the latest epic on TV:

Yellowstone, House of the Dragon

, or

Game of Thrones

although, admittedly, after several sexy episodes my dates and I found ourselves replicating acts that we'd just seen. But, for the most part, except for my semi-weekly tryst with my work fuck buddy, Loretta, sex was much more random than it had been 40 or 50 years before.

Until now.

Going home was exciting again. I found myself thinking of Meredith, distracted by thoughts of Meredith throughout the day, commonly finding an erection, or at least a recognition of sexual arousal, beginning as I headed home. We were checking with each other before we parted in the mornings, making arrangements of whose home we were going to meet back at, who had something going on early, and the like. Neither of us gave up our homes, yet neither of us stayed at our own home every night. We almost instantly got to where we were, each, carrying a set of clothes for "tomorrow" in case we didn't go home that night, my dirty clothes hamper and hers almost instantly intermingling. We both had enough clothes, all those hanging in the closet or found in the back of a drawer, that we didn't have to wash clothes constantly. For my part, I just noticed that my clothes hamper, which typically needed washing about every two weeks when it was just me, was now overflowing at two weeks.

As Meredith had informed me, seldom was one orgasm enough for her. I'd had a partial bottle of Viagra; within a week, I was ordering a refill. Most nights, with the vitamin V help, I had no problem getting hard a second time, but our sexual activity wasn't just intercourse. Fondling and stroking; more often than not, at least one of us was giving the other oral. Seemingly, it was me to her

all

the time, often both before and after intercourse, as Meredith truly was multi-orgasmic. I loved the sex, but after I'd come once, I was usually over for the night for me, but that didn't prevent me from pleasuring her again.

Meredith arrived home just after I did. I'd already started dinner; she stepped into the kitchen and gave me a kiss, and said she was going to go change from her work clothes. I followed back to the bedroom just a few moments later, only to find Mary in her bra and panties and the dirty clothes hamper dumped onto the floor, already sorted. Perhaps a third of the clothes were hers, the rest mine, but she was standing over them holding her panties.

They were the silky thong panties that she'd given me that first night, and as I stopped, the crusty spot where my semen had dried was visible from across the room. "I was wondering where these had gotten to," she smirked.

I sheepishly grinned back at her. "Well, you did give them to me and tell me to do what I wanted..."

"But you were supposed to wash them and bring them back."

"Yeah, but you were supposed to give me some more delicates to wash at the same time."

"Oh yeah?" she smirked, and without hesitation she reached down, catching her panties and slipping them off, leaving her in just her bra. "Here you go," she said, tossing them to me. The lust in her eyes I now recognized. "Show me how you got these other ones dirty, and they'll all go back in the wash."