Kristen was an on-again off-again lover in the Seventies. She was 27 with an innocent well-scrubbed face, a friendly smile, frameless glasses, and an athletic field hockey player's body with the sexiest little bubble butt. The big complications were that she and I were both married, and not to each other. Another thing we had in common was our sexually apathetic spouses. Mine was at least willing to have sex once a week, but Kristin's husband, David, showed an interest only every month or two.
Why Kristin's husband showed no interest in her, I'll never understand. In bed she was actively enthusiastic, vocal to the point of having my apartment neighbor pounding on the shared wall one afternoon, and she had the most delightful pussy I'd ever encountered before or since. Its most pronounced feature was a grippy muscle ring at her vaginal entrance that felt like the width and strength of a thumb and forefinger encircled around your shaft. You most definitely were aware when your cock penetrated that cozy little home away from home.
Alas, Kristin and I only fucked a few times. She was hyperanxious about being discovered. Those few times were truly memorable. Kristin had an IUD that she trusted, and neither of us had a concern about STDs with the other, so it was All Systems Go for bareback sex.
The on-again time lasted a few months, then it was off-again for a couple of years. We remained friends in the interim. Then she told me that her husband's sexual interest had brightened a bit and they were having sex more often, and that she had learned to be multiorgasmic. That brought about our second on-again period, when we fucked a couple of times and she showed me how quickly and how frequently she could climax.
That was followed by another off-again. A year later, Kristin told me that she and her husband were moving up-state a few hundred miles. She asked me if I wanted to see her one more time, for old time's sake. She didn't have to ask twice. We arranged to meet a few days later in the large, quiet parking lot of a local suburban community college. It was mid-day. Kristin arrived in her van. It was one of those things that was common back in the Seventies, with two big seats up front and a large, open space behind that was fitted out with a foam mattress and some simple shelves.
I joined her in the back of the van. Before long we were both naked below the waist, and Kristin's mouth was busy on my cock. While that was enjoyable, to say the least, it wasn't all I was hoping for. After a few minutes of that, getting my cock rock hard and wet, she straddled me and started rubbing up and down on my shaft, capturing it lengthwise in her slick, noticeably heated cleft, notched so very nicely between her pussylips.
"So here's the thing," she said. I confess I was only paying half attention to her words. My real focus was anticipating what it was going to feel like to get my erection back inside her vagina. "David and I have been trying to get me pregnant." Her hips kept undulating, and my cock was nicely nestled. "My IUD came out a few months ago."
