by Ben Boswell
“Anyway,” Lena said, “I’m off men for a while.”
“Going to try women?” I suggested hopefully.
Marie rolled her eyes again.
“More like my Magic Wand is going to get a workout.”
Yummy. That was another tasty image in my mind, Lena writhing naked on her bed as she teased her clit with a vibrator. Nipples pointing to the ceiling. Maybe a finger in her ass.
“Come to the beach with us, Lele. Just get away. You have vacation days, right?”
She looked over at me. “No offense, Sis, but hanging out with you guys playing Parcheesi isn’t really my idea of a good time.”
“First of all,” Marie replied, “we play cards mostly.”
“And sometimes, Catan,” I added.
Lena pretended to gag herself.
Marie continued. “Second, we’re right down the road from Dewey. If you really need to be drunk and get sand in your vag, you can make it happen there.”
“Chlamydia too,” I noted.
“Eww,” said Lena, scrunching up her nose.
My wife ignored me. “In the meantime, it’ll give you a few days away from all of this.”
“I don’t know,” Lena said.
“Oh come on, Lele, we’ll play games, drink wine; we’ll buy fudge. It’ll be like when we were kids.”
We’ll set you up with Claire’s crush.
Lena slammed her palm down on the table. “Alright, why not?”
“Great,” Marie replied. “Want to grab a bite to eat?”
“I would, but I told this guy I’d meet him in a little.”
“I thought you were taking a break from men,” she said.
Lena laughed. “I didn’t say I was going to fuck him, Sis.”
Marie shook her head. The girls got up and hugged. I glanced at Lena’s perfect ass as she squeezed her way through the crowd. I couldn’t help myself. Those two hard, perfect peaches. They made you just want to take a bite. When I turned back, Marie was giving me a disapproving gaze. I decided the best defense is a good offense.
“So… C.J.?” I asked with a raise eyebrow.
She downed her drink and stared at the ceiling. “I’m going to need another.”
***
We fled Blue Asia and instead took a table at M&S, which was a lot quieter, wood paneled and a little stodgy. We ordered dinner and a bottle of wine.
“Okay, you’ve had your drink,” I said after Marie had drained half a glass.
“He was just a guy I dated after college.”
“And you broke up because he wanted too much sex?”
“Well, it was fun at first, but then got to be too much.”
“Young guy?”
She shook her head. “No. Inappropriately old. I was like twenty-one. He was in his thirties.”
“Was he your boss or something?”
“No, just a guy I met at like a bar or party or something. He was funny and hot and, you know, had a few bucks in his pocket so we could do more than just drink pitchers of Natty Light.”
“So how much sex did he want?”
She groaned.
“What?” I asked. “I think this is a pretty tame conversation compared to what you threw at me the other night.”
She laughed. “You loved it.”
“I did,” I admitted. “So now I want to know all about what a dirty girl you were before I met you.”
“Ha. It makes me a dirty girl, but what did it make him?”
“A stud. Thirty-something guy, banging a twenty-one-year-old hottie. He’s my hero. Gives me something to live for.”
“Sorry, Bubby, you’re going to have to be satisfied banging this thirty-one-year-old, former hottie.”
“You’re still a hottie. And in fact, you’re going to make a great MILF someday… if you get your figure back.”
She laughed. “You’re such a romantic.”
“Okay, so out with it.”
“It was like Lele said. Like wanting it three, four times a day.”
“Wow. Like what, two pump chump, but then quick refresh?”
“No, that’s the thing. He’d go on and on, like an hour or two at a time sometimes.”
“Wow.”
“Is that admiration or are you appalled?”
“A little of both. And that three or four times a day?”
She ate a fried calamari.
“Oh God, you really want all the gory details?”
I nodded.
She laughed.
“Okay, so we’d get together after work. Usually meet at his place. Just a quickie then. Just undressed enough to get it done. Then we’d go out, have a few drinks, have dinner, maybe catch a band.”
Kinky fucker. It probably wasn’t even the sex he wanted as much as he liked the idea of taking her out freshly-fucked with his come still inside her.
She continued. “Then back to his place for the main event.”
“So, what, was he like all into whips and chains?”
“Would you like that?”
I didn’t answer.
She hesitated before continuing. “No, nothing too kinky. Just mostly straight sex. Lots of it. You know, all the different positions. Him on top. Me on top. Him behind—”
“I thought you didn’t like doggy?”
She wrinkled her nose like her sister had done earlier.
“See that is the advantage of younger woman from your perspective,” she noted. “They don’t always stand up for their rights. Anyway, it’s not that I hate it, as much as I just like other things better, so why not do those?”
“Variety is the spice of life.”
“Oh, he was varied. A regular walking Kama Sutra.”
“Okay, so does that count as one or multiple times?”
“We’re counting distinct sessions, with a clear break in between.”
“So that’s two?”
She nodded. “Most times that would be it for the night. But he liked morning sex, particularly morning BJs.”
“A BJ for C.J. You were very accommodating.”
“Hmmm. And then sometimes he’d wake me up in the middle of the night for a long, slow, half-asleep screw. I actually liked that a lot.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Good to know.”
Except I sleep like a rock and I’d need to set my alarm to pull that off. But something to think about.
“Whew,” I sighed. “Well, I can see how that would get old fast. How long did you last, a couple of weeks?”
She actually blushed. “More like six months?”
I nearly spit out my wine.
“What? There’s accommodating and there’s doormat. Six months.”
She laughed. “It’s not like it was torture or anything. I mean, he was very good. Imaginative, skilled, confident. The best sex I’d had to that point.” I raised an eyebrow. She laughed again. “Not as good as you, of course.”
Of course. Two words meaning precisely the opposite of what they ostensibly meant. Of course that is what I’m going to tell you. Of course I am just saying that to spare your feelings.
“Big dick?” I asked.
She laughed again, harder. “Well, actually yes, good girth. But anyway, I think that mostly manifests itself in more confidence.”
“So, you liked it, it was the best you’ve ever had. You stuck it out for six months, what happened?”
“See I know this seems odd to a man, but there is more to life than good sex. But anyway, enough was enough. Six months with a sex addict is enough to last anyone a lifetime.”
I nodded.
“And anyway,” she added, “I found out he was cheating on me.”
“Really? Were you holding out on him?”
She shook her head. “Nuh uh. Like I say. A total sex addict. Turns out, he was cheating on me the whole time. Even though we were having sex three or four times a day, he was messing around with girls on the side.”
“Girls?”
She laughed. “At least two I know of. One
was a girl he worked with. Another was at his gym.”
“You don’t seem too upset.”
She shrugged. “It was a long time ago, and in retrospect, the whole thing is funnier than heartbreaking.”
I shook my head and then, feeling silly, I raised my glass. “To C.J.”
My wife laughed and raised her glass as well. “To C.J.”
CHAPTER SIX
Now that Lena was planning to join us at the beach, I couldn’t help but fantasize about her in a bikini. Now that was a sight. I loved my wife’s, long, lean, beach volleyball body, but her sister had a bikini bod to die for. Best of all, she knew it, and liked to flaunt it. A week of Lena in tight, skimpy swimwear was sure to get me fired up.
I was thinking about that as I lay in bed waiting for Marie to come out of the bathroom. I was a little sleepy, but also more than a little worked up, and anyway, baby making duties required us to have sex as much as possible. Crazy how that sense of obligation managed to turn even something delightful into a chore.
Marie turned out the lights and joined me under the covers. She put her hand on my crotch.
“So, what has my Love Bear so excited? Still fantasizing about me and Claire? Or have you moved on to thinking about me and my sex addict ex?”
“Or maybe,” I suggested, “I’m thinking about how cute your sister is going to look in a bikini at the beach.”
She gave my balls a hard, almost painful squeeze.
“I’m going to keep a loaded water gun by my side and shoot you every time I catch you looking at her.”
“What am I, a cat?”
She resumed stroking my cock. “Meow. Kitty want some pussy?”
I laughed. “Funny how much more interested in sex you became once we decided to have a kid.”
“Maybe you just need to get some tips from C.J. about keeping me interested.”
“Ouch. That hurt,” I joked.
I leaned over and kissed her. I made slow circles on her slender thighs, and she slowly opened them for me.
“You started it.”
She caressed my chest with her fingernails.
“I know I did,” I replied.
I teased her inner thigh and brushed my hand against her narrow, trimmed muff.
“Where is old C.J. nowadays?”
“Mmmm,” she moaned as my hand cupped her sex. “I don’t know. Last I heard he was in California.”
I gently ran my fingertips up and down her slit, feeling her growing wetness. She sighed when I touched her sensitive flesh. She stroked my cock harder. Our kisses became more urgent. I bent down and sucked on her tit. She cupped my head and squeezed me tight. I slid downward, kissing her chest and belly, easing between her legs, and then sliding down low on the bed.
She looked down at me excitedly as I lowered my head and gently licked her tasty snatch. I pressed my index finger inside her. She sighed. I flicked at her clit with my tongue. She thrust her groin in my face as I continued to eat her.
“Oh God, Love Bear,” she moaned. “Let me kiss you now.”
I climbed back up and lay on my back. Now Marie kissed her way down to my crotch. She circled my cock with her tongue as her soft hands fondled my balls. She swallowed me deep, tongue swirling. I gasped.
“God that’s nice.”
She let my prick slowly slide from her mouth and looked up at me with eyes twinkling.
“How do you want me?”
I hesitated. I knew what I wanted, but I also knew it had been many years since she gave it to me.
“From behind?” I said uncertainly.
“You want to fuck me like a dog?”
“No… no… I was just….”
She laughed and kissed her way up my body. She straddled me and kissed me hard on the mouth. I squeezed her deliciously hard ass. She began to lower herself on me, but at the last moment, she spun off me.
I groaned. “I’m sorry,” I said. But I realized I’d misunderstood when she quickly flipped over and rose up on her hands and knees.
“You sure?” I asked.
“Mmmm hmmm, go ahead Love Bear.”
I sat up and moved behind her. I knew this was a rare gift, and I was determined to enjoy it. She was so lovely in that position. I caressed her smooth skin, and leaned forward to kiss the soft, sensitive skin at the small of her back.
“That tickles,” she giggled.
I ran my hands up her inner thigh, her flesh becoming hot and sticky as I got closer to her sex. She shivered excitedly. I grabbed her firm, perfect cheeks, my thumbs in the crack between, pulling them apart. She squirmed and I realized she was anxious about me seeing her asshole.
“God you’re beautiful,” I sighed.
She relaxed.
“You sure this is okay?” I asked again.
She reached back between her legs and stroked my cock, pulling me closer. I leaned back so I could see her rub the head of my cock up and down her slit. I slipped between her lips. She moaned, and I gently pressed in deeper. She felt tighter and hotter than usual, but the real treat was the visual. Being able to see her sexy body swaying, watching my prick emerge from her cunt slick and shiny, seeing her labia stretch around my cock as I entered her. Her gorgeous ass, her little asshole puckering with each thrust.
Of course, the visual wasn’t as good for her. The headboard, the pillow, obviously less exciting for the woman. But surprisingly, she seemed really into it, rolling her hips, thrusting back against me, her hand periodically reaching back to stroke my slippery cock, to fondle my swinging balls. So if it wasn’t the view, what was it?
The timing made it obvious. It was the reason she’d offered this to me tonight. Our conversation with Lena had her thinking about C.J., the thick-donged, sex addict, who liked different positions and probably often fucked her like this.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
She glanced back over her shoulder, glassy eyed, but with a lewd smile. “I was about to ask you that,” she replied.
“I asked first,” I said as I continued to slide my dick in and out of her slick hole.
“You’re thinking of my sister. I saw you looking at her ass. Is that what you fantasize about doing to her?”
God, yes, and how. How many times had I dreamed about bending Lena over, grabbing a hold of her big tits and going to town.
“Never,” I grunted. She smirked at what she saw as a transparent lie.
“You’re thinking about your big-dicked ex,” I countered.
She laughed. “You’re crazy,” she replied. But I could feel her pussy twitch as it got even wetter.
“I’m thinking about how nice it would be to eat Claire’s twat while you’re doing this,” she said.
“Which you’d only do if it earned you a free pass to get some strange dick.”
I thrust in hard and she gasped. She ground back against me, and I could tell she was close.
“You have no idea what Claire and I get up to when you and Brad are out. How much fun we have playing with each other’s juicy pussies.”
“Oh God,” I groaned as I imagined them, side-by-side, fingering each other while kissing wetly.
“You like that,” she teased. “Well, maybe we’ll give you a treat and let you watch this week.”
My thrusts were getting ragged, desperate. She groaned as I squeezed her ass hard. I was too excited to speak, and I was giving it to her too hard for her to do more than gasp. I knew she wasn’t really thinking of eating pussy, knew she was saying that just to rev me up, and maybe it’s my reaction that got her so worked up.
She was so wet, so hot. I reached around her and palmed her belly. My fingertip found her swollen clit. She growled lustily, her pussy quivering, and then she arched her back, clenching on my prick. Her orgasm triggered mine, and I gasped as I emptied my balls inside her.
Marie quickly disentangled herself from me and rolled onto her back, knees to her chest. I looked at her.
“What?” she asked. “I’m not going to wa
ste a big load like that.”
I lay down beside her.
“How do you know it was big?”
She laughed. “Just an instinct.”
“Do you really think about messing around with Claire?”
She laughed. “Maybe you’ll find out what I really think about Claire this week.”
My dick twitched. “Yes, please.”
“You men are crazy.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
We picked up Lena at her place on Capitol Hill and took Route 50 out toward the beach. She was wearing Kim Kardashian-style sunglasses and showing off Kim Kardashian-style cleavage. She was sitting in the back, but I couldn’t resist subtly adjusting my rear-view mirror so that in addition to checking for cars tailgating me, I could also periodically check in on Lena’s boobs.
Interestingly, she was also preoccupied with them. She spent probably half her time taking selfies of herself.
“Who are you sending those to?” I asked finally.
“Instagram mostly.”
“Do you have lots of followers?”
“A couple thousand. Mostly pervy old dudes,” she said.
Marie clapped me on the thigh. “She’s talking about you.”
“I don’t follow your sister,” I replied defensively.
“That’s only because it didn’t occur to you that she had an Instagram until now.”
“Don’t worry Danny, I’ll send you the really good ones on Snapchat,” Lena teased.
“You don’t send guys nudes, do you?” Marie chided.
Lena laughed. “No way, Sis. I would never do that.” Of course I do, you silly prude.
“I wouldn’t mind if you sent nudes, Honey,” I said to my wife.
“Oh, I send them all the time…. Wait, you mean to you?”
“Smart, Sis,” Lena chimed from the back, “always want to keep your options open.”
“Ha ha, good one,” I said sarcastically.
“Seriously, Lele,” Marie dug in, “that’s a good idea.”
“I know. And it’s not even just having a backup, also a chance to trade up if the opportunity arises. Lots of hot guys out there.”
“Um, that’s not how a relationship works,” I replied. “Which explains why you’re always single.”