My name is Ron and like all men I have an almost uncontrollable urge for sex. Itâs just the way we are built and just the way the chemicals in our minds work. At an experienced age of 41 my sex life has always been good. I tried marriage once for a few years, and battled with the whole settling down thing. However, my wife at the time didnât understand my need for sexual adventures and things fizzled out. The only thing that came out of the marriage that I care about and love is my daughter Vanessa.
If I can remember that far back in my life, my interest in sex came about in my teenage years. My best friend Jewel and I had discovered some of my fatherâs dirty magazines hidden under his mattress one afternoon. Quickly retreating to our old childhood tree house in the woods, I remember how excited I became at seeing the naked flesh of the women, my cock tenting against my pants, my eyes nervously glancing over at Jewel. It was she who bravely took the first step between us, reaching out and running her fingers across my erection. Soon after, we would spend countless hours up in the tree house, looking through Dadâs magazines and exploring the art of mutual masturbation and other sexual activities. Jewel and I explored many firsts together in that old tree house. Oral, losing our virginities, anal, even Jewelâs first bisexual experience and consequently our first threesome experience happened within the erotic confines of those wooden walls.
Over the passing years into adulthood, Jewel and I stayed close friends. We went to the same college together, played matchmaker for each other (it was Jewel who first introduced me and my ex-wife, much to her chagrin), and we always continued to explore our sexual sides with each other. After I married, we remained friends, but the sex had ceased due to my attempt to settle down, but when the marriage started going south, Jewel was there to make sure my needs were always met with great pleasure. I remember one time this past winter that Jewel and I explored some taboo and extremely erotic territory together.
We live in a small town in New England, and this past winter was horrible with all the snow falling. One afternoon, I had been struggling with shoveling the last of the snow from my driveway and porch, when Jewel pulled up in her SUV. After catching my breath from shoveling, she suggested with a sly smile that we go inside and sheâd help my muscles relax from all the work on the near 2 feet of snow. Knowing that my daughter was going to be out for the rest of the day, I smiled in agreement. Soon Jewel was undressing before my eyes in the living room, while I finished making the warm fire blaze.
Jewel is the same age as I am, 41, but could easily pass for a woman ten years her junior. Jewel is a petite woman, standing at 5â3â, with a perfect body, in my own eyes. She weighs 130 lbs, but most of that seems to fall into her beautiful 38dâs. Defying age, with little show of gravityâs work, Jewels tits are something I yearn for. They have very light colored areolas, with small, perky nipples. Her pussy has a trimmed patch of hair on it, much lighter than the darker brown hair that hangs about her shoulders. Her hips are curved like an hourglass, and her ass is full and round. Just perfect to me.
As Jewel stood before me naked, I quickly took off my own clothes. My 7â cock was already hard and throbbing for her touch, which it received as she wrapped her cool hand around it and pulled, leading me over the couch. Sitting me down on the couch, Jewel sinks to her knees before me, her tongue running along my cock, teasing, before she slides its length into her mouth. What a sight to see, this beautiful woman, naked and between my legs, her head moving up and down as her warm mouth sucks on my cock. My fingers wrapped around a handful of her brown hair, as my hips started to move in rhythm with her sucking mouth. Jewel took my cock slowly from her mouth and planted a soft kiss on its head.
âRon, thereâs something I want to talk to you about,â she said.
âSure Jewel, what is it?â I asked, my hips trying to work my cock through her still hand.
âWell,â Jewel began hesitantly, her fingers running softly along the length of my member. âAh forget it baby,â she finally said.
âJewel, you know you can tell me anything. After everything weâve done and been through together. Youâre my best friend, so spill it babe.â
âWell, at night the past few months Iâve been masturbating...a lot Ron,â she said, gently cupping and playing with my balls. âThatâs not unusual, but whatâs been running through my mind when fingering myself is.â Jewel stopped and looked up at me. âIâve been thinking about Vanessa.â
I was taken aback. âVanessa!? My daughter Vanessa?â
âYes,â she sighed. âIâm sorry Ron, but a few months ago when I was over here for dinner one night...the night we ended up fucking on the dinning room table. Remember?â
My cock jumped in her hand at the thought. âHow could I forget?â I smiled.
âWell, before all that, I accidentally walked in on Vanessa in the bathroom. She was in the shower and I must not have heard it going, my mind thinking about your cock and all,â she smiled. âAnyway, I walked in and saw her. She was under the steamy water, but through the curtain, I could just make her out. She was...she was...â