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I never shared that my story, "She Finally Did It", posted August 4 is actually true. Of course, I changed the names to protect the guilty.
The story that I share here is the prelude to how Jeanne and I met. And yes, it is the gospel (probably the wrong word to use here) truth.
As I alluded in "She Finally Did It", my wife was widowed when she and I met via an online dating service. I was divorced since the early 90's. As a single guy who really was pretty tame before divorcing, I let it all fly when I divorced after a respectable waiting period. Internet chat rooms were the rage and I met a lot of one and two night stands via IRC (internet relay channels which are still around today). For a time, I was keeping count of how many different sex partners I had over the years. I am an okay looking guy, not too chubby but certainly not an athlete. I guess it was my personality that allowed me to hang out with my sort of crowd and bed my share of willing ladies.
So now we time jump to middle late 2007. I went to a party with a real mixed crowd, k**s in their twenties up to folks in their late 50's, quite a crazy group. Alcohol poured like water by this wealthier than most host. And while I don't really drink, everybody else was working on becoming some stage of embalmed, doing shots, mixing weird concoctions, consuming an enormous amount of fermented beverages.
So I met this girl, Kerry in her late 20's this one summer night, a girl from Chicago who had just finished her second masters degree. She was about 5'2, light olive complected, overall not so thin but not "thick" (I learned this term from the African American guys) with very full breasts. It was not missed on me that her top and bra barely covered her areolas (one of my obsessions). She was trying to do the various accents of her professors at grad school, some very good imitations, others not so, all under the haze of a lot of alcohol. Because I used to travel to the orient a lot, I mastered the accents of many Asians speaking English, especially those from India. That accent by me caught her funny bone.
Lots of laughter and drink ensued. She drank and laughed. I just laughed and milked my beer. This lasted for several hours. The crowd started to thin out and because Kerry was far to drunk to drive, I offered to drive her home with a promise to pick her up in the morning to get her car back.
She said "Okay" and we prepared to leave, giving our thanks to our host. I put Kerry into my car and got in and started to go.
"Kerry, where am I taking you?"
"Take me home, to your home."
"Come on, Kerry. You are in not condition to make that decision."
"If you don't take me to your house, I will get out and drive myself home."
"Do you need to call somebody so they aren't worried?"
"Out came her flip phone, "Mom, I am staying out tonight." To this day, I don't know if she really called her mother. I learned later that she did not live at home.
I wasn't quite sure where this was going though my groin was already twitching. Kerry didn't say much but she put her hand on my thigh and let it rest there the entire drive home, about 30 minutes.
We got to my place, pulled the car in the garage and went inside. Kerry asked where the bathroom was, went in and closed the door. I could here her peeing a torrent and then the bathroom tissue unroll, the flush and the washed hands. I went to my other restroom to let my single beer go.
So, I came back into the hallway between the two bathrooms and Kerry was standing there, not a stitch of clothing on. No bra, no panties, no shoes, nothing. I gazed for a moment, my eyes scanning her breasts with her huge, very dark areolas with already erect nipples and probably the largest pussy I had every seen on a non-bbw girl. Her outer labia weren't that large but the inside lips and clit looked like they were trying to get out, huge and meaty. There was pubic hair (I was glad for that..my fetish of sorts), trimmed short with a thin, wispy trail that led up toward her navel. For me, perfect.
Kerry just stared at my face, apparently looking for my reaction. My half open mouth probably gave me away.
"I am not on the pill so we need to use a condom. I don't intend to come home pregnant anytime soon."
"Kerry, I don't have condoms. My vasectomy has served me well and I have never seen the need to use them for the past 15 or so years (more like 25 years). I can't get you pregnant unless we reverse this surgery and I am not planning to do so anytime soon, either."
"I have never had sex without a condom. I don't know. I am concerned. What if....? I wonder what it feels like to do it natural. Oh, what the heck, let's see how we go and even if we get that far."
You know that at this point, neither of us was going to be denied.
She walked up to me, and instantly groped my now swollen penis through my pants all while pulling my head to her for a deep tongue kiss. Tongues intertwined, Kerry's open closed open closed grip was already producing pre-cum and I needed to first touch her breasts. Her areolas were now tight, hard and wrinkly as her nipples reached out for more touch. Instantly, her left nipple was in my mouth. My tongue confirmed how hard her areolas and nipples had become. My other hands was lightly stroking her back, from the base of her soft skinned ass to her shoulder blades. I went back for her mouth.
My hand moved to her pussy, already very wet. I did a quick "survey" of where her clit was (heck, it was in my hand as I reached for it), how thick her inner lips really were and the "weather condition" of her vagina. Kerry was making a combination of moaning and growling sounds deep in her throat. Her tongue was back in my mouth.
Kerry unzipped my jeans, reached in and after some "engineering", pulled out my swollen and now, dripping penis. She pulled me close and with my penis in her fingers, rubbed me against her clit, between her lips and in her wonderful wetness. The feeling was exquisite. My mind was swimming on how much and how deep I was going to deposit my ejaculate in Kerry, who was basically old enough to be my daughter.
Okay, so we did it all. She sucked me off. I licked her on every inch of her body more than once. She came I don't know how many times. I especially liked to suck her wet but very full inner pussy lips into my mouth and pull on her clit, making her shake and of course, cum and cum again. Her salty taste and musky fragrance had already intoxicated me. It's been decades since I had cum three times in a night, once in her mouth (with her finder in my ass. (Where did she learn that?) and twice right against her cervix. I had no intention of impregnating anybody but if I did, this is how I would do it. We fell askeep in each other's arms, her pussy leaking on my leg.
Next morning, after making breakfast I took Kerry back to her car and off she went, slight headache and a very wet, leaking puss as my souvenier.
Fast forward a year later. I saw Kerry twice more but she had a boyfriend and the pill so she could do it the way it's supposed to be done.
While on a dating site, I "met" Jeanne. A half a dozen emails, we finally went on our first date. Four dates later, I was the first man she had laid since before her now deceased husband 27 years prior. We went on a cruise together (her first) and kept the ship rocking. It was now 4 months later, lots of dates and I was invited over to the first family dinner with Jeanne's daughters, to meet them.
Kerry was the middle daughter and we both quickly hid the shock.
So now, it's a year later the day before Jeanne and I are to wed. Jeanne is home finishing getting ready for me to move in officially after we get married (when it comes to living together, I am an old fashion sort of guy). I am sitting for the final night in my duplex that is now sold. The doorbell ring. Thinking it was my neighbor (who was the tenant in the other unit, always borrowing something), I went to the door without a thought. There was Kerry, very sober.
Kerry began. "I don't know what to say. This is so crazy, so wrong, so ... I don't know. May I come in?"
I opened the door and let her in. She was dressed in jeans (after all, it was January) that looked almost spray painted on. She took off her leather jacket to reveal a long sleeve, cable knit sweater, also quite tight. She was bra-less. She took off her boots and went over to my sofa to sit.
"So you are really going to marry my mother, right?"
"Yes, I am."
"Okay, here's the deal. You are going to make love with me tonight and I am going to stay over. I am going to leave tomorrow morning to get ready for your wedding with your semen in me. And everytime I need to have sex with you, you will find a way for us to do that. And if you don't, I will tell my mother about us. Say 'no' and I call her tonight.
Now it's about three and half years later. Jeanne and I have a very comfortable marriage. She has brought a second lover into our lives who I alluded to previously in my first posting.
Kerry tracks her menstral periods pretty accurately. And when she is very confident that she is as fertile as she can be (she tells me that, anyway.) , I go on a business trip and she goes (cums) with me. We have explored some real perversions. Sex within hours after I have been with her mother. Sex after she has been with another man (since Kerry is on the pill) and once, sex after she returned from a threesome (two guys and her).
Both Jeanne and Kerry now know that I am smitten when they come to me, fresh semen still evident in their vaginas, after being with other men. Jeanne just doesn't know it yet I cum in her daughter usually at least 5 times a month.
I am not sure how I feel about being blackmailed, sort of. The sex is naughty wonderful, with Kerry and mom. I am not sure how much longer it will last since she is at that age where she is or should be looking for her mate.
Time will tell.
The story that I share here is the prelude to how Jeanne and I met. And yes, it is the gospel (probably the wrong word to use here) truth.
As I alluded in "She Finally Did It", my wife was widowed when she and I met via an online dating service. I was divorced since the early 90's. As a single guy who really was pretty tame before divorcing, I let it all fly when I divorced after a respectable waiting period. Internet chat rooms were the rage and I met a lot of one and two night stands via IRC (internet relay channels which are still around today). For a time, I was keeping count of how many different sex partners I had over the years. I am an okay looking guy, not too chubby but certainly not an athlete. I guess it was my personality that allowed me to hang out with my sort of crowd and bed my share of willing ladies.
So now we time jump to middle late 2007. I went to a party with a real mixed crowd, k**s in their twenties up to folks in their late 50's, quite a crazy group. Alcohol poured like water by this wealthier than most host. And while I don't really drink, everybody else was working on becoming some stage of embalmed, doing shots, mixing weird concoctions, consuming an enormous amount of fermented beverages.
So I met this girl, Kerry in her late 20's this one summer night, a girl from Chicago who had just finished her second masters degree. She was about 5'2, light olive complected, overall not so thin but not "thick" (I learned this term from the African American guys) with very full breasts. It was not missed on me that her top and bra barely covered her areolas (one of my obsessions). She was trying to do the various accents of her professors at grad school, some very good imitations, others not so, all under the haze of a lot of alcohol. Because I used to travel to the orient a lot, I mastered the accents of many Asians speaking English, especially those from India. That accent by me caught her funny bone.
Lots of laughter and drink ensued. She drank and laughed. I just laughed and milked my beer. This lasted for several hours. The crowd started to thin out and because Kerry was far to drunk to drive, I offered to drive her home with a promise to pick her up in the morning to get her car back.
She said "Okay" and we prepared to leave, giving our thanks to our host. I put Kerry into my car and got in and started to go.
"Kerry, where am I taking you?"
"Take me home, to your home."
"Come on, Kerry. You are in not condition to make that decision."
"If you don't take me to your house, I will get out and drive myself home."
"Do you need to call somebody so they aren't worried?"
"Out came her flip phone, "Mom, I am staying out tonight." To this day, I don't know if she really called her mother. I learned later that she did not live at home.
I wasn't quite sure where this was going though my groin was already twitching. Kerry didn't say much but she put her hand on my thigh and let it rest there the entire drive home, about 30 minutes.
We got to my place, pulled the car in the garage and went inside. Kerry asked where the bathroom was, went in and closed the door. I could here her peeing a torrent and then the bathroom tissue unroll, the flush and the washed hands. I went to my other restroom to let my single beer go.
So, I came back into the hallway between the two bathrooms and Kerry was standing there, not a stitch of clothing on. No bra, no panties, no shoes, nothing. I gazed for a moment, my eyes scanning her breasts with her huge, very dark areolas with already erect nipples and probably the largest pussy I had every seen on a non-bbw girl. Her outer labia weren't that large but the inside lips and clit looked like they were trying to get out, huge and meaty. There was pubic hair (I was glad for that..my fetish of sorts), trimmed short with a thin, wispy trail that led up toward her navel. For me, perfect.
Kerry just stared at my face, apparently looking for my reaction. My half open mouth probably gave me away.
"I am not on the pill so we need to use a condom. I don't intend to come home pregnant anytime soon."
"Kerry, I don't have condoms. My vasectomy has served me well and I have never seen the need to use them for the past 15 or so years (more like 25 years). I can't get you pregnant unless we reverse this surgery and I am not planning to do so anytime soon, either."
"I have never had sex without a condom. I don't know. I am concerned. What if....? I wonder what it feels like to do it natural. Oh, what the heck, let's see how we go and even if we get that far."
You know that at this point, neither of us was going to be denied.
She walked up to me, and instantly groped my now swollen penis through my pants all while pulling my head to her for a deep tongue kiss. Tongues intertwined, Kerry's open closed open closed grip was already producing pre-cum and I needed to first touch her breasts. Her areolas were now tight, hard and wrinkly as her nipples reached out for more touch. Instantly, her left nipple was in my mouth. My tongue confirmed how hard her areolas and nipples had become. My other hands was lightly stroking her back, from the base of her soft skinned ass to her shoulder blades. I went back for her mouth.
My hand moved to her pussy, already very wet. I did a quick "survey" of where her clit was (heck, it was in my hand as I reached for it), how thick her inner lips really were and the "weather condition" of her vagina. Kerry was making a combination of moaning and growling sounds deep in her throat. Her tongue was back in my mouth.
Kerry unzipped my jeans, reached in and after some "engineering", pulled out my swollen and now, dripping penis. She pulled me close and with my penis in her fingers, rubbed me against her clit, between her lips and in her wonderful wetness. The feeling was exquisite. My mind was swimming on how much and how deep I was going to deposit my ejaculate in Kerry, who was basically old enough to be my daughter.
Okay, so we did it all. She sucked me off. I licked her on every inch of her body more than once. She came I don't know how many times. I especially liked to suck her wet but very full inner pussy lips into my mouth and pull on her clit, making her shake and of course, cum and cum again. Her salty taste and musky fragrance had already intoxicated me. It's been decades since I had cum three times in a night, once in her mouth (with her finder in my ass. (Where did she learn that?) and twice right against her cervix. I had no intention of impregnating anybody but if I did, this is how I would do it. We fell askeep in each other's arms, her pussy leaking on my leg.
Next morning, after making breakfast I took Kerry back to her car and off she went, slight headache and a very wet, leaking puss as my souvenier.
Fast forward a year later. I saw Kerry twice more but she had a boyfriend and the pill so she could do it the way it's supposed to be done.
While on a dating site, I "met" Jeanne. A half a dozen emails, we finally went on our first date. Four dates later, I was the first man she had laid since before her now deceased husband 27 years prior. We went on a cruise together (her first) and kept the ship rocking. It was now 4 months later, lots of dates and I was invited over to the first family dinner with Jeanne's daughters, to meet them.
Kerry was the middle daughter and we both quickly hid the shock.
So now, it's a year later the day before Jeanne and I are to wed. Jeanne is home finishing getting ready for me to move in officially after we get married (when it comes to living together, I am an old fashion sort of guy). I am sitting for the final night in my duplex that is now sold. The doorbell ring. Thinking it was my neighbor (who was the tenant in the other unit, always borrowing something), I went to the door without a thought. There was Kerry, very sober.
Kerry began. "I don't know what to say. This is so crazy, so wrong, so ... I don't know. May I come in?"
I opened the door and let her in. She was dressed in jeans (after all, it was January) that looked almost spray painted on. She took off her leather jacket to reveal a long sleeve, cable knit sweater, also quite tight. She was bra-less. She took off her boots and went over to my sofa to sit.
"So you are really going to marry my mother, right?"
"Yes, I am."
"Okay, here's the deal. You are going to make love with me tonight and I am going to stay over. I am going to leave tomorrow morning to get ready for your wedding with your semen in me. And everytime I need to have sex with you, you will find a way for us to do that. And if you don't, I will tell my mother about us. Say 'no' and I call her tonight.
Now it's about three and half years later. Jeanne and I have a very comfortable marriage. She has brought a second lover into our lives who I alluded to previously in my first posting.
Kerry tracks her menstral periods pretty accurately. And when she is very confident that she is as fertile as she can be (she tells me that, anyway.) , I go on a business trip and she goes (cums) with me. We have explored some real perversions. Sex within hours after I have been with her mother. Sex after she has been with another man (since Kerry is on the pill) and once, sex after she returned from a threesome (two guys and her).
Both Jeanne and Kerry now know that I am smitten when they come to me, fresh semen still evident in their vaginas, after being with other men. Jeanne just doesn't know it yet I cum in her daughter usually at least 5 times a month.
I am not sure how I feel about being blackmailed, sort of. The sex is naughty wonderful, with Kerry and mom. I am not sure how much longer it will last since she is at that age where she is or should be looking for her mate.
Time will tell.
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