A few months passed since my wild getaway to Canada with the married guy I was dating. That trip introduced me to a lifestyle I didn't know I could envision being part of, let alone enjoying. I had sex with three men at the same time, in front of a party of strangers at a fancy masquerade. And so much more...
I returned to normal, single girl life, hanging out with friends, work, and the occasional date. Being divorced at 23, with my own money, I was care-free and not in a hurry to find the next "Mr. Wrong." Therefore, I had no shortage of suitors to wine and dine me, and try to get in my panties. While I was not overtly promiscuous, I certainly treated myself when I was in the mood for hot, steamy sex with something more substantive than my vibrator.
Of course, "The Husband" (as I jokingly referred to him), was always eager to have me every chance he could. Since I worked from home, he found it very convenient to wander by my apartment complex during the day. While he and his wife had both had me, initially (my first threesome and bisexual experience), "The Wife" was not part of his plans, when it came to sex with me. Honestly, I found her pushy and annoying. Despite finally having pleasurable sex with another woman on our out of town fling, I had NO desire to have sex with her again.
The Husband and I fucked like horny teenagers. Every place in my small apartment that he could have me, he did. I felt slutty and naughty with him, and part of the thrill was knowing that his wife would be irate, if she knew. It was even hotter when he would sneak over late at night and I would let him in so we could fuck until we fell asleep. He always, half-way jokingly, would ask if I was alone, when I answered the door. He would feign disappointment that there wasn't another man already in my bed so we could have another MFM experience.
He did find it very arousing on the times that I told him I had already been fucked that night, and he would take his time eating my used pussy while he had me describe what had transpired earlier. I always came so hard as he went down on me in these steamy sessions of foreplay. "Cum makes the best lube," he would always say as he slid his thick cock inside me.
But he had a habit, of late, of slipping his cock in my ass so he could finish there. He was still the only guy that had fucked me there, and he was very pleased with himself that such was the case. "Your tight little asshole is all mine, isn't it?" He would say in my ear as he thrust between my cheeks. "Oh yes, baby, all yours," I would reply, knowing that it would get the desired result of him cumming buried to the base in my backside. Truthfully, I wasn't a big fan of anal, so getting him off as quickly as possible with my ass was always a relief for me.
When he was really horned up, he would have me get out my pink rabbit and would tease me about having another MFM. Secretly, this was my new guilty pleasure, and my mind would flash back to those two hot strangers fucking me at the swinger party. it was even hotter, when he would bring up Rob the bartender (from the party) and tell me that it was Rob's cock joining his inside my body.
So one day, when I was horny at home (hey it happens for women, too), I dug through my purse and found the card Rob had slipped me at the party. I decided to shoot him an instant message, as I remembered his shaggy blonde hair, big smile, strong arms and thick cock. I began fondling my breasts, tugging on my nipples as I relived the blow job and tit fuck we had shared behind the bar at the party. I slid a hand down my tummy and dipped a finger in my wet folds as I imagined him sinking his gorgeous cock in my bald little pussy.
I was just reaching for my vibrator when my phone dinged. I startled at the sound, and was even more surprised to see that it was Rob pinging me back! He texted that he was surprised, but super excited that I had messaged him. We chit-chatted for a minute or so, and the texting got flirty quickly. No surprise on my end, as I was very aroused.
"What are you doing right now?" he typed, with a winky face emoji. "Texting you," was my smart ass reply, an emoji with tongue stuck out.
"Mmmm, I remember that tongue so well," was his reply with a horny little devil emoji. Emboldened, I replied, "You know I am more than just a pretty mouth."
