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The first year, Mr. and Mrs. Dogmeyer couldn't keep their hands off each other. It was sex morning, noon and night. On a late December morning, I was out shoveling the driveway. It had snowed heavily the night before. I had to get to work before noon to interview a college girl who was looking for work. We had a lot of turnover at the restaurants because most of our wait staff was college kids. There was always somebody applying for work.
Finished with the driveway, I walked into the kitchen for a hot cup of coffee. Ursula stood at the kitchen table wearing the very print summer dress she had worn in the Caribbean. I remarked that it was out of season. She winked and said it worked as a great housecoat, easy on, easy off. I preferred the easy off concept. She asked me if I remembered it. I said, "Of course. You wore it a year ago on that hot steamy night at the resort. I always wondered if you wore anything underneath."
She said, "Like this?" raising her dress to show me a bald pussy.
"When did you do that?"
"I shaved it when you were outside. I got so horny watching you work, I decided you needed something to warm you up inside."
God, she knew exactly how to push my buttons. I pounced on her like a cat on a mouse. Indeed, she was offering something inside her both warm and juicy. I brutally assaulted that hot cock cave, first on the table, then on the kitchen floor. Her dress was up to her neck while I pawed her ample breasts and pounded into her both forward and aft. Like me, Ursula was wild with lust. Her nipples were rigid; her pussy swollen.
I bent her over the kitchen table and stuck my cock right up her ass. She wasn't expecting it and gave out a shriek. "My God, Spencer, what are you doing?"
Without a word, I flailed away in her ass finally splashing my load deep in her rectum. She said it hurt, but it hurt so good that she wanted to do it again. That morning, I had the best cardio workout of the week, and it wasn't even ten AM.
Ursula wanted kids, and we tried our best. She kept me at bay most nights until she was in breeding season. Her plan was for me to save up a storehouse full of semen. Then we fucked twice a day for three straight days, but no pregnancy. We tried like that the next month and no luck. She bought self help books to find the best sexual positions to get pregnant. After I soaked her pussy with blast after blast of my seed, she held her hips up high to let gravity wash it down to her fallopian tubes. That continued into the next year with no results. Finally we went to the doctor who determined that my sperm count might be too low to father a child. He concluded that Ursula was unlikely to conceive. Ursula cried for a week after the news. She begged me to adopt children. I was against it. That is when our marriage started to fall apart.
At first it was subtle and hardly noticeable. Sex tailed off to twice a week, then once a week. After five years of marriage, we did it once or twice a month and both of us were just going through the motions. She was thirty-eight, and her clock was ticking. The time was now or never so we went to a sperm bank. It was too late. She was no longer fertile. Ursula was distraught.
Ursula had been a special education teacher over those years and seemed to be more dedicated as time went by. She was spending more time at school, and I was away from home keeping the restaurants up-to-date. Customer tastes were always changing. The menu was always being revised. Our Playoff Pizza was still our signature item but when we introduced buffalo wings, they became a close second. The wings were a great money maker. Chicken wings were cheap in those days and the sauce inexpensive. Buffalo wings were easy to cook, went well as a snack or a meal, and were perfect for my restaurants. A few years later when McDonald's became popular, we introduced carry outs.
Ursula and I barely spoke with each other. She gave me a surprise forty-third birthday party at the restaurant. It was meant to be like a peace pipe to bring us closer. For the next two weeks, we spent more time together. She even suggested we go back to the resort where we met. I told her it was impossible with my schedule especially since we were now offering carry out service. She said she was going anyway during spring break. I wasn't happy. She made the reservations and left for a week.
One of my managers, Millie, asked about Ursula because she hadn't seen her for awhile. I said she was on vacation in the Caribbean. Millie was the wife of the school superintendent. "You know Spencer," she said. "I grew up in Bloomington and watched your restaurants grow from the day you opened. I was a senior in high school, and here we are seventeen years later and I'm a manager."
"Yeah, amazing, isn't it?" I said. The conversation appeared to be over.
Millie turned to leave, then came back and said, "Spencer, I have to ask you a question that I've had on my mind for years."
"Okay, shoot."
"Well, when I got to college here at the University, there was a rumor about you taking pictures of some of the girls."
"Pictures? What kind of pictures?" I said as if totally innocent.
"Nude pictures and one of the girls was a Playmate. You must have been pretty good at it."
"Really?" I said. "Millie, that was back in the days when I was trying to find myself. I would do anything for fun in those days."
"Did you know you photographed my aunt? One day when I was older, she showed me her pictures. They were really good."
"Who was that?"
"Her name is Jemma. She now has four kids and lives in South Dakota."
"I guess a person's past always catches up to them," I said as if I was feeling guilty, but I wasn't.
"Here's the thing, Spencer. I've always wanted someone to take pictures of me like that. Darrell promised to do it, but he never did."
"I don't develop film anymore, and I doubt that I even have a camera."
"Darrell bought me a Polaroid for my birthday last month. We can use that. Anyway, Darrell took off for a seminar during spring break. You can come over and do it at our house."
"I'd have to think about that. We both work tomorrow, so it probably is not going to work."
"How about after work?" she almost begged.
"I'll let you know tomorrow."
Millie was one of the employees that I had hired because she is great with people and has a terrific body. The word "buxom" doesn't quite tell the whole story. She was stacked! The college girls I hired also got me horny from time to time, but the boss fucking employees is a good way to ruin a business. Millie was different. She and I were always on the same page. She was laid-back and almost shy however on this occasion, she was a bit more assertive. So I sensed she wanted more than pictures when she mentioned the Polaroid. With her husband away and Ursula on vacation, it was ideal. I said I would be at her house after closing.
We didn't close until midnight. At twelve thirty I was at Darrell and Millie Underwood's door. She offered me a drink. I had three bourbons over ice before following her into the bedroom. Millie changed into a sheer negligee reminiscent of the lingerie that Jemma had worn. Millie was much more mature and filled out than her Aunt Millie. I could see her nipples poking out of the transparent material and a fully shaved pussy.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"What could I possibly not like?" I replied.
"Okay, let's get started. Here's the camera. You just point and click and wait for the picture to come out"
When I took the camera, she asked, "Did you fuck Jemma?"
"That was years ago, Millie. I can't remember."
"Well, I want you to fuck me. Put down that stupid camera." At that, she unzipped my fly and pulled out my semi-erect cock. Without a moment to spare, she had me in her mouth. Seconds later I was as hard as a steel flagpole.
Millie couldn't get my pants down fast enough and then went back to giving me a blow job. She was especially fond of having me bend over spreading my legs, then licking my balls and ass. I was fully naked when she held my prick like a dog's leash leading me to her bed. She whispered, "I've been waiting for this moment the day you hired me. I'm so horny I could fuck a horse. Eat me out before I faint from anticipation."
I went down on her, giving the best oral stimulation a healthy red blooded American male could provide. She was not only horny, she was wet. Millie would squirt and send out little spurts onto my tongue with each orgasm. She whimpered; she moaned; she cried. She yelled and screamed, and I hadn't even penetrated her yet.
My cock was straining to get into that pussy. The pressure in my balls felt like they would explode. Millie was on her back spreading her legs as if she expected a stallion to plunge into her. It was only me when she screamed, "Fuck me Spencer. Fuck me with that fat hard cock of yours." It wasn't hard to obey.
I pulled her lacy nightgown up past her boobs and plowed in. Stroke after stroke went deep into her cunt with her yelling every dirty word ever spoken. I had never had my cock wrapped in so much vaginal lubricant and so much obscene emotion.
"God, Spencer. Don't hold back. Cum into me. Cum, cum, cum. Give it to me thick and creamy. I want it all."
Three more strokes and I erupted like the horse she was willing to fuck. I hadn't cum like that since the first few months of my marriage.
Millie got up from the bed and said, "Do you think you can do that again?"
I just nodded and said, "Of course," although I wasn't exactly sure.
Millie left for the bathroom returning without wearing the negligee. She said she was going to get more bourbon. I asked her to bring a beer. She was back in seconds with the beer. Her tits bounced as she walked toward me before climbing back into bed. "I want to be on top this time," she begged. She didn't need to beg.
We both swilled a beer, then she went back to attending to my vital organ. When she was satisfied it was ridged and fully erect again. She climbed on top stuffing it in her cum soaked pussy. Millie pounced on me like on a trampoline for a long time, then presented her ass for me to take her doggie. We did that for awhile before I pushed it in her mouth for another blow job.
"Spencer, cum in my mouth. Darrell would never do that with me. I haven't eaten cum since high school." I fulfilled her wishes and blasted a nice load down her throat. "You know, Spencer, I had nearly forgotten the feeling of cum on my lips and the taste on my tongue. It's something that a girl should be treated to more often."
Millie and I continued our affair all week until Ursula returned from the Caribbean. Darrell was back home as well.
Millie and I gave each other knowing glances at work. We never touched each other or ever let on we were lovers. She was a hard worker, and I was always running from restaurant to restaurant. As a result, we spent very little time together.
It was on Memorial Day. School was out, and I dropped by the house to pick up new menus that had just been delivered. When I walked into our bedroom, there was Darrell Underwood, the school superintendent, with his dick deep in my wife's twat. They were too busy fucking to hear me come in. When I entered the room, she had her legs resting on his shoulders, and he was in the middle of a thunderous ejaculation. I cleared my throat to indicate I saw them. He quickly pulled out and all I remember at that point was looking at cum draining from my wife's cunt, and his glossy wet cock standing straight up.
They said nothing, and I said nothing. When I was back at the restaurant, I said to Millie, "We need to talk."
Shortly afterward when there was a lull at the restaurant, I said to Millie, "Did you know?"
"Did I know what?"
"Did you know that Darrell was fucking my wife?"
"I guess so. I didn't tell you because you wouldn't have believed me. You needed to find out for yourself. It's been going on a long time. It was another reason I had you over to my place when they were together in the Bahamas."
"Ursula said she went to the Caribbean," I said in amazement.
"Funny. Darrell told me he was going to a seminar in Florida. It looks like they both aren't very good at geography." We both laughed.
"Have you and Darrell tried to work this out, because I have to have a talk with Ursula."
"Not really, but he is enamored with her. He said he didn't love her, just enjoyed the sex. Darrell said he still loves me. Once he even suggested we have a threesome. Maybe now it needs to be a foursome."
"What did you say to the threesome idea?"
"I said, no, but now that I've enjoyed your thick hard cock, I could easily reconsider. Maybe we should think about an orgy with the four of us."
"Are you serious?" I said in disbelief.
"I think so. It could spice up both of our marriages, don't you think?"
"You might have something there."
I went home that night with my mind swimming with ideas and fantasies. How do I introduce the idea of becoming swingers with Millie and Darrell? Should I break it slowly or all at once?
Ursula was watching TV when I got home. It was our first color television set. She was watching a soap opera with those titillating stories. It gave me an opening. "Who's having an affair now?" I said. It was one of those double entendre. She caught on right away and said, "You mean me or you?"
"What do you mean me?" I said with fake outrage.
"Hey, you have no right to be sanctimonious. Darrell. I know what you and Millie were doing when I was away."
"Yes, and I wanted to speak to you about the Bahamas, not the Caribbean."
"Darrell wanted to treat me to a vacation in the Bahamas for being selected teacher of the year. Did you even know about that, Spencer?"
"All I know is, it's easier to be selected teacher of the year after fucking the superintendent."
"That's not how it happened. The whole staff voted on it."
"So who else did you fuck or did you fuck the whole teaching staff?"
"Stop being so ornery. You had your fling, and I needed mine. We haven't exactly been fucking our eyeballs out together."
"So you like having sex with him?"
"He's so kind and sweet. Darrell pleasures me in places you never knew existed. All you like to do is get that fat prick into me and get yourself off."
I defended myself with, "That's not the way it's always been. You haven't done anything special for me either."
"So what do you want in bed that I haven't done before?"
"I think we should ask Darrell and Millie here for a party."
"What kind of party?"
"A swingers party."
"You're kidding. Millie would never go along with it and probably not Darrell."
"You'd be surprised. Millie suggested it, and we almost had a threesome when I walked in while you and Darrell were screwing like rabbits."
"Excuse me. We were making love. He loves me, Spencer, something you used to feel."
"I still love you, Ursula. I just think a foursome could spice up our love life and maybe save our marriage."
Two weeks later Millie and Darrell were at our house. None of us new the protocol for swinging. Millie was the one who started the conversation. It was simple and to the point. "So, who wants to fuck me first?" she said without embarrassment. "How about you Ursula? Let's show the boys how a woman needs to be pleasured."
Ursula blushed a deep red blush but didn't say no. Millie lifted her skirt and slipped off her panties. Ursula knelled in front of her and kissed Millie's thighs until she reached her fully shaved pussy. Darrell and I watched as Ursula licked up and down Millie's slit stopping at her clit every so often. At the same time she pushed two fingers in Millie's vagina, she sucked on her clit. The sounds from Millie were evidence of the pleasures she felt.
Once Millie was temporarily satisfied, the two women changed positions. It was Millie's turn to pleasure Ursula. Ursula wasn't as vocal as Millie. She clearly was enjoying having Millie's lips and tongue on her, sometimes in her. Meanwhile, Darrell and I had our erect cocks in hand.
When the girls were through, Millie jumped on my cock and Ursula did the same with Darrell, right there on the living room sofa. The four of us were fully clothed with the exception of the girl's panties that had dropped on the floor. Darrell came first into Ursula. I came a few minutes later. Ursula was totally engrossed by watching me finish.
"Okay, end of round one," I said. "Time for a drink."
We sipped awhile before starting to unbutton the other man's wife. Darrell was in a bigger rush than I, and had Ursula fully naked from her waist up. "My God, Ursula," Millie exclaimed. "What great tits!"
She pushed Darrell out of the way and started sucking on Ursula like a new born baby. But there were two tits, and Darrell took the opportunity to nibble on the other one. While Millie was busy on Ursula, I raised her skirt and pushed my cock into her cunt to the hilt. I just banged into her as the others watched in amazement. They were our audience, and we performed for them with uninhibited enthusiasm.
When I pulled out, Millie said, "Let's get naked and go into the bedroom."
Millie suggested we try something different. "Darrell you go fuck Ursula while we watch this time. After you cum, Spencer you go in for sloppy seconds. It would be better Spencer if you didn't cum into your wife, so that you have something for me. I'll wait until you guys finish with Ursula, then you can do the same to me."
That's how it worked out. Darrell reamed Ursula who enjoyed it immensely. I got horny watching my beautiful wife get fucked by another man. After Darrell shot several loads into Ursula, I followed with dozens of strokes of my own. She had so many orgasms I couldn't count them all. Before creaming Ursula, I pumped into Millie. It didn't take me long to fill her vagina with thick ropes of seminal fluids. Darrell jumped in immediately as I pulled out. He kept at it until Millie said, "If you can't cum in me, Darrell, 'know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em'." Everyone laughed except Darrell.
They went home at three in the morning. Ursula and I agreed it was one of our better parties. We had a sequel at their house the following month. Our marriage seemed to be getting back on track, until I found out that Ursula was also fucking the school principal. Darrell had mentioned his affair with Ursula in total confidence to the principal. The principal thought that meant to keep it quiet. Instead, he took Ursula to dinner and fucked her at his place when his wife wasn't home.
When I found out about Ursula and her principal, it lead to an idea of another swingers party with six of us. It was held in a motel suite that had two king size beds, a fireplace, TV and living room area. It lasted all weekend having each wife try DP. All of the women were okay with it, but Millie liked it the best. Ursula said two cocks at the same time was distracting just like blowing a guy and being fucked at the same time. The principal's wife was much better at multitasking. She did all three men at once.
I wish I could say our marriage lasted. It didn't. We divorced after fifteen years. I was nearly fifty and alone.
It wasn't difficult for me to get women in bed. They all knew I had lots of money. Both married wives and divorced woman came onto me once they heard I was free. I liked the experienced women in their thirties best. Their bodies were at a peak with full pendulous breasts and plenty of experience.
The first woman I had after the divorce was a real estate agent. I wasn't selling the house, but she said she would like to see it as a comp. I didn't know what she meant by a "comp." It meant as a comparison in value to other similar homes. Her name was Nancy and Nancy walked in the house with a clipboard, lots of cleavage, and a smile. When she got in the bedroom, she said, "I'll bet you and your wife had lots of fun in here."
I said, "Yes, at times."
She said, "What do you do now that you are divorced?"
"What do you mean?"
"How do you get pleasure without a woman?"
I didn't answer at first, but was beginning to understand where she was going with it. "I fuck beautiful woman like you, Nancy."
I half expected her to storm out of the house. Instead, she kissed me and said, "You dirty old man. You picked the right woman."
I hadn't picked her. She had picked me. I was in no mood to argue when she pealed off my clothes. She had come prepared. Nancy wore no bra or panties so undressing her was easy.
Like I said, women in their thirties are the best in bed. Nancy was in her mid-thirties, and knew exactly what she wanted and how to satisfy men. She had my cock between her voluptuous breasts to start off the "comp" evaluation. She said my "structure" was upscale and worth a lot on the market. Nancy said she would like to have it in for review. She reviewed it in her mouth at first, then she asked for a further evaluation by kneeling on the floor with her arms on the bed. I said I'd like to test the market and had my fingers in her warm wet place. She said I should go further than the local market, so I pushed ahead. I went one step further than a head. I was in the market all the way. I reviewed the market for the rest of the afternoon.
Nancy said she might need to cum back to review more structures in the house. I invited her back several more times.
Is it a story or an autobiography? Well, most storiesare a little of both. This is no different. It is the sexual memoirs of one, Spencer Dogmeyer, who lived to a ripe old age of eighty-five. He is gone now, but his legacy and sexual escapades exist here in several stages from his youth to becoming an elderly man. This is the fifth of several chapters of what he wrote just before he died.
Finished with the driveway, I walked into the kitchen for a hot cup of coffee. Ursula stood at the kitchen table wearing the very print summer dress she had worn in the Caribbean. I remarked that it was out of season. She winked and said it worked as a great housecoat, easy on, easy off. I preferred the easy off concept. She asked me if I remembered it. I said, "Of course. You wore it a year ago on that hot steamy night at the resort. I always wondered if you wore anything underneath."
She said, "Like this?" raising her dress to show me a bald pussy.
"When did you do that?"
"I shaved it when you were outside. I got so horny watching you work, I decided you needed something to warm you up inside."
God, she knew exactly how to push my buttons. I pounced on her like a cat on a mouse. Indeed, she was offering something inside her both warm and juicy. I brutally assaulted that hot cock cave, first on the table, then on the kitchen floor. Her dress was up to her neck while I pawed her ample breasts and pounded into her both forward and aft. Like me, Ursula was wild with lust. Her nipples were rigid; her pussy swollen.
I bent her over the kitchen table and stuck my cock right up her ass. She wasn't expecting it and gave out a shriek. "My God, Spencer, what are you doing?"
Without a word, I flailed away in her ass finally splashing my load deep in her rectum. She said it hurt, but it hurt so good that she wanted to do it again. That morning, I had the best cardio workout of the week, and it wasn't even ten AM.
Ursula wanted kids, and we tried our best. She kept me at bay most nights until she was in breeding season. Her plan was for me to save up a storehouse full of semen. Then we fucked twice a day for three straight days, but no pregnancy. We tried like that the next month and no luck. She bought self help books to find the best sexual positions to get pregnant. After I soaked her pussy with blast after blast of my seed, she held her hips up high to let gravity wash it down to her fallopian tubes. That continued into the next year with no results. Finally we went to the doctor who determined that my sperm count might be too low to father a child. He concluded that Ursula was unlikely to conceive. Ursula cried for a week after the news. She begged me to adopt children. I was against it. That is when our marriage started to fall apart.
At first it was subtle and hardly noticeable. Sex tailed off to twice a week, then once a week. After five years of marriage, we did it once or twice a month and both of us were just going through the motions. She was thirty-eight, and her clock was ticking. The time was now or never so we went to a sperm bank. It was too late. She was no longer fertile. Ursula was distraught.
Ursula had been a special education teacher over those years and seemed to be more dedicated as time went by. She was spending more time at school, and I was away from home keeping the restaurants up-to-date. Customer tastes were always changing. The menu was always being revised. Our Playoff Pizza was still our signature item but when we introduced buffalo wings, they became a close second. The wings were a great money maker. Chicken wings were cheap in those days and the sauce inexpensive. Buffalo wings were easy to cook, went well as a snack or a meal, and were perfect for my restaurants. A few years later when McDonald's became popular, we introduced carry outs.
Ursula and I barely spoke with each other. She gave me a surprise forty-third birthday party at the restaurant. It was meant to be like a peace pipe to bring us closer. For the next two weeks, we spent more time together. She even suggested we go back to the resort where we met. I told her it was impossible with my schedule especially since we were now offering carry out service. She said she was going anyway during spring break. I wasn't happy. She made the reservations and left for a week.
One of my managers, Millie, asked about Ursula because she hadn't seen her for awhile. I said she was on vacation in the Caribbean. Millie was the wife of the school superintendent. "You know Spencer," she said. "I grew up in Bloomington and watched your restaurants grow from the day you opened. I was a senior in high school, and here we are seventeen years later and I'm a manager."
"Yeah, amazing, isn't it?" I said. The conversation appeared to be over.
Millie turned to leave, then came back and said, "Spencer, I have to ask you a question that I've had on my mind for years."
"Okay, shoot."
"Well, when I got to college here at the University, there was a rumor about you taking pictures of some of the girls."
"Pictures? What kind of pictures?" I said as if totally innocent.
"Nude pictures and one of the girls was a Playmate. You must have been pretty good at it."
"Really?" I said. "Millie, that was back in the days when I was trying to find myself. I would do anything for fun in those days."
"Did you know you photographed my aunt? One day when I was older, she showed me her pictures. They were really good."
"Who was that?"
"Her name is Jemma. She now has four kids and lives in South Dakota."
"I guess a person's past always catches up to them," I said as if I was feeling guilty, but I wasn't.
"Here's the thing, Spencer. I've always wanted someone to take pictures of me like that. Darrell promised to do it, but he never did."
"I don't develop film anymore, and I doubt that I even have a camera."
"Darrell bought me a Polaroid for my birthday last month. We can use that. Anyway, Darrell took off for a seminar during spring break. You can come over and do it at our house."
"I'd have to think about that. We both work tomorrow, so it probably is not going to work."
"How about after work?" she almost begged.
"I'll let you know tomorrow."
Millie was one of the employees that I had hired because she is great with people and has a terrific body. The word "buxom" doesn't quite tell the whole story. She was stacked! The college girls I hired also got me horny from time to time, but the boss fucking employees is a good way to ruin a business. Millie was different. She and I were always on the same page. She was laid-back and almost shy however on this occasion, she was a bit more assertive. So I sensed she wanted more than pictures when she mentioned the Polaroid. With her husband away and Ursula on vacation, it was ideal. I said I would be at her house after closing.
We didn't close until midnight. At twelve thirty I was at Darrell and Millie Underwood's door. She offered me a drink. I had three bourbons over ice before following her into the bedroom. Millie changed into a sheer negligee reminiscent of the lingerie that Jemma had worn. Millie was much more mature and filled out than her Aunt Millie. I could see her nipples poking out of the transparent material and a fully shaved pussy.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"What could I possibly not like?" I replied.
"Okay, let's get started. Here's the camera. You just point and click and wait for the picture to come out"
When I took the camera, she asked, "Did you fuck Jemma?"
"That was years ago, Millie. I can't remember."
"Well, I want you to fuck me. Put down that stupid camera." At that, she unzipped my fly and pulled out my semi-erect cock. Without a moment to spare, she had me in her mouth. Seconds later I was as hard as a steel flagpole.
Millie couldn't get my pants down fast enough and then went back to giving me a blow job. She was especially fond of having me bend over spreading my legs, then licking my balls and ass. I was fully naked when she held my prick like a dog's leash leading me to her bed. She whispered, "I've been waiting for this moment the day you hired me. I'm so horny I could fuck a horse. Eat me out before I faint from anticipation."
I went down on her, giving the best oral stimulation a healthy red blooded American male could provide. She was not only horny, she was wet. Millie would squirt and send out little spurts onto my tongue with each orgasm. She whimpered; she moaned; she cried. She yelled and screamed, and I hadn't even penetrated her yet.
My cock was straining to get into that pussy. The pressure in my balls felt like they would explode. Millie was on her back spreading her legs as if she expected a stallion to plunge into her. It was only me when she screamed, "Fuck me Spencer. Fuck me with that fat hard cock of yours." It wasn't hard to obey.
I pulled her lacy nightgown up past her boobs and plowed in. Stroke after stroke went deep into her cunt with her yelling every dirty word ever spoken. I had never had my cock wrapped in so much vaginal lubricant and so much obscene emotion.
"God, Spencer. Don't hold back. Cum into me. Cum, cum, cum. Give it to me thick and creamy. I want it all."
Three more strokes and I erupted like the horse she was willing to fuck. I hadn't cum like that since the first few months of my marriage.
Millie got up from the bed and said, "Do you think you can do that again?"
I just nodded and said, "Of course," although I wasn't exactly sure.
Millie left for the bathroom returning without wearing the negligee. She said she was going to get more bourbon. I asked her to bring a beer. She was back in seconds with the beer. Her tits bounced as she walked toward me before climbing back into bed. "I want to be on top this time," she begged. She didn't need to beg.
We both swilled a beer, then she went back to attending to my vital organ. When she was satisfied it was ridged and fully erect again. She climbed on top stuffing it in her cum soaked pussy. Millie pounced on me like on a trampoline for a long time, then presented her ass for me to take her doggie. We did that for awhile before I pushed it in her mouth for another blow job.
"Spencer, cum in my mouth. Darrell would never do that with me. I haven't eaten cum since high school." I fulfilled her wishes and blasted a nice load down her throat. "You know, Spencer, I had nearly forgotten the feeling of cum on my lips and the taste on my tongue. It's something that a girl should be treated to more often."
Millie and I continued our affair all week until Ursula returned from the Caribbean. Darrell was back home as well.
Millie and I gave each other knowing glances at work. We never touched each other or ever let on we were lovers. She was a hard worker, and I was always running from restaurant to restaurant. As a result, we spent very little time together.
It was on Memorial Day. School was out, and I dropped by the house to pick up new menus that had just been delivered. When I walked into our bedroom, there was Darrell Underwood, the school superintendent, with his dick deep in my wife's twat. They were too busy fucking to hear me come in. When I entered the room, she had her legs resting on his shoulders, and he was in the middle of a thunderous ejaculation. I cleared my throat to indicate I saw them. He quickly pulled out and all I remember at that point was looking at cum draining from my wife's cunt, and his glossy wet cock standing straight up.
They said nothing, and I said nothing. When I was back at the restaurant, I said to Millie, "We need to talk."
Shortly afterward when there was a lull at the restaurant, I said to Millie, "Did you know?"
"Did I know what?"
"Did you know that Darrell was fucking my wife?"
"I guess so. I didn't tell you because you wouldn't have believed me. You needed to find out for yourself. It's been going on a long time. It was another reason I had you over to my place when they were together in the Bahamas."
"Ursula said she went to the Caribbean," I said in amazement.
"Funny. Darrell told me he was going to a seminar in Florida. It looks like they both aren't very good at geography." We both laughed.
"Have you and Darrell tried to work this out, because I have to have a talk with Ursula."
"Not really, but he is enamored with her. He said he didn't love her, just enjoyed the sex. Darrell said he still loves me. Once he even suggested we have a threesome. Maybe now it needs to be a foursome."
"What did you say to the threesome idea?"
"I said, no, but now that I've enjoyed your thick hard cock, I could easily reconsider. Maybe we should think about an orgy with the four of us."
"Are you serious?" I said in disbelief.
"I think so. It could spice up both of our marriages, don't you think?"
"You might have something there."
I went home that night with my mind swimming with ideas and fantasies. How do I introduce the idea of becoming swingers with Millie and Darrell? Should I break it slowly or all at once?
Ursula was watching TV when I got home. It was our first color television set. She was watching a soap opera with those titillating stories. It gave me an opening. "Who's having an affair now?" I said. It was one of those double entendre. She caught on right away and said, "You mean me or you?"
"What do you mean me?" I said with fake outrage.
"Hey, you have no right to be sanctimonious. Darrell. I know what you and Millie were doing when I was away."
"Yes, and I wanted to speak to you about the Bahamas, not the Caribbean."
"Darrell wanted to treat me to a vacation in the Bahamas for being selected teacher of the year. Did you even know about that, Spencer?"
"All I know is, it's easier to be selected teacher of the year after fucking the superintendent."
"That's not how it happened. The whole staff voted on it."
"So who else did you fuck or did you fuck the whole teaching staff?"
"Stop being so ornery. You had your fling, and I needed mine. We haven't exactly been fucking our eyeballs out together."
"So you like having sex with him?"
"He's so kind and sweet. Darrell pleasures me in places you never knew existed. All you like to do is get that fat prick into me and get yourself off."
I defended myself with, "That's not the way it's always been. You haven't done anything special for me either."
"So what do you want in bed that I haven't done before?"
"I think we should ask Darrell and Millie here for a party."
"What kind of party?"
"A swingers party."
"You're kidding. Millie would never go along with it and probably not Darrell."
"You'd be surprised. Millie suggested it, and we almost had a threesome when I walked in while you and Darrell were screwing like rabbits."
"Excuse me. We were making love. He loves me, Spencer, something you used to feel."
"I still love you, Ursula. I just think a foursome could spice up our love life and maybe save our marriage."
Two weeks later Millie and Darrell were at our house. None of us new the protocol for swinging. Millie was the one who started the conversation. It was simple and to the point. "So, who wants to fuck me first?" she said without embarrassment. "How about you Ursula? Let's show the boys how a woman needs to be pleasured."
Ursula blushed a deep red blush but didn't say no. Millie lifted her skirt and slipped off her panties. Ursula knelled in front of her and kissed Millie's thighs until she reached her fully shaved pussy. Darrell and I watched as Ursula licked up and down Millie's slit stopping at her clit every so often. At the same time she pushed two fingers in Millie's vagina, she sucked on her clit. The sounds from Millie were evidence of the pleasures she felt.
Once Millie was temporarily satisfied, the two women changed positions. It was Millie's turn to pleasure Ursula. Ursula wasn't as vocal as Millie. She clearly was enjoying having Millie's lips and tongue on her, sometimes in her. Meanwhile, Darrell and I had our erect cocks in hand.
When the girls were through, Millie jumped on my cock and Ursula did the same with Darrell, right there on the living room sofa. The four of us were fully clothed with the exception of the girl's panties that had dropped on the floor. Darrell came first into Ursula. I came a few minutes later. Ursula was totally engrossed by watching me finish.
"Okay, end of round one," I said. "Time for a drink."
We sipped awhile before starting to unbutton the other man's wife. Darrell was in a bigger rush than I, and had Ursula fully naked from her waist up. "My God, Ursula," Millie exclaimed. "What great tits!"
She pushed Darrell out of the way and started sucking on Ursula like a new born baby. But there were two tits, and Darrell took the opportunity to nibble on the other one. While Millie was busy on Ursula, I raised her skirt and pushed my cock into her cunt to the hilt. I just banged into her as the others watched in amazement. They were our audience, and we performed for them with uninhibited enthusiasm.
When I pulled out, Millie said, "Let's get naked and go into the bedroom."
Millie suggested we try something different. "Darrell you go fuck Ursula while we watch this time. After you cum, Spencer you go in for sloppy seconds. It would be better Spencer if you didn't cum into your wife, so that you have something for me. I'll wait until you guys finish with Ursula, then you can do the same to me."
That's how it worked out. Darrell reamed Ursula who enjoyed it immensely. I got horny watching my beautiful wife get fucked by another man. After Darrell shot several loads into Ursula, I followed with dozens of strokes of my own. She had so many orgasms I couldn't count them all. Before creaming Ursula, I pumped into Millie. It didn't take me long to fill her vagina with thick ropes of seminal fluids. Darrell jumped in immediately as I pulled out. He kept at it until Millie said, "If you can't cum in me, Darrell, 'know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em'." Everyone laughed except Darrell.
They went home at three in the morning. Ursula and I agreed it was one of our better parties. We had a sequel at their house the following month. Our marriage seemed to be getting back on track, until I found out that Ursula was also fucking the school principal. Darrell had mentioned his affair with Ursula in total confidence to the principal. The principal thought that meant to keep it quiet. Instead, he took Ursula to dinner and fucked her at his place when his wife wasn't home.
When I found out about Ursula and her principal, it lead to an idea of another swingers party with six of us. It was held in a motel suite that had two king size beds, a fireplace, TV and living room area. It lasted all weekend having each wife try DP. All of the women were okay with it, but Millie liked it the best. Ursula said two cocks at the same time was distracting just like blowing a guy and being fucked at the same time. The principal's wife was much better at multitasking. She did all three men at once.
I wish I could say our marriage lasted. It didn't. We divorced after fifteen years. I was nearly fifty and alone.
It wasn't difficult for me to get women in bed. They all knew I had lots of money. Both married wives and divorced woman came onto me once they heard I was free. I liked the experienced women in their thirties best. Their bodies were at a peak with full pendulous breasts and plenty of experience.
The first woman I had after the divorce was a real estate agent. I wasn't selling the house, but she said she would like to see it as a comp. I didn't know what she meant by a "comp." It meant as a comparison in value to other similar homes. Her name was Nancy and Nancy walked in the house with a clipboard, lots of cleavage, and a smile. When she got in the bedroom, she said, "I'll bet you and your wife had lots of fun in here."
I said, "Yes, at times."
She said, "What do you do now that you are divorced?"
"What do you mean?"
"How do you get pleasure without a woman?"
I didn't answer at first, but was beginning to understand where she was going with it. "I fuck beautiful woman like you, Nancy."
I half expected her to storm out of the house. Instead, she kissed me and said, "You dirty old man. You picked the right woman."
I hadn't picked her. She had picked me. I was in no mood to argue when she pealed off my clothes. She had come prepared. Nancy wore no bra or panties so undressing her was easy.
Like I said, women in their thirties are the best in bed. Nancy was in her mid-thirties, and knew exactly what she wanted and how to satisfy men. She had my cock between her voluptuous breasts to start off the "comp" evaluation. She said my "structure" was upscale and worth a lot on the market. Nancy said she would like to have it in for review. She reviewed it in her mouth at first, then she asked for a further evaluation by kneeling on the floor with her arms on the bed. I said I'd like to test the market and had my fingers in her warm wet place. She said I should go further than the local market, so I pushed ahead. I went one step further than a head. I was in the market all the way. I reviewed the market for the rest of the afternoon.
Nancy said she might need to cum back to review more structures in the house. I invited her back several more times.
Is it a story or an autobiography? Well, most storiesare a little of both. This is no different. It is the sexual memoirs of one, Spencer Dogmeyer, who lived to a ripe old age of eighty-five. He is gone now, but his legacy and sexual escapades exist here in several stages from his youth to becoming an elderly man. This is the fifth of several chapters of what he wrote just before he died.
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