Sharing My Man

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My sexual evolution began with my divorce many years ago when I joined a support group for recently divorced people. Even though I benefited from the divorce, it’s still a grieving process and not something to be ignored. It was there I met Suzi. We were close in age, and had similar issues with our exes. During our breakout session, she said to me, “I married a bum.”

I looked at her. “Me too,” I replied.

“He quit his job and I ended up working two jobs just to make ends meet. Somehow, he couldn’t find another job and later, I discovered he was spending my hard-earned money gambling.”

I laughed and she looked at me with the, ‘it’s not funny look’. “I married his twin,” I replied. “My story is the same.”

“Did your bum ask for alimony like mind tried?” she asked.

“Yep, and the judge laughed at him.”

“Mine too. We must have had the same judge.”

From that moment on, she and I were fast friends. We exchanged contact information and agreed to meet on a regular basis.

Over time, we bared our souls and told each other things we’d never share with our other friends.

Initially, we agreed to concentrate on work and leave the dating scene alone. Her primary job was an environmentalist for a construction company and mine was a loan officer for a credit union. We both were able to quit our second jobs and could concentrate on getting our lives back. We even joined a gym to regain our girlish figure and work off some stress.

We’d sometimes meet for happy hour and make their appetizers our dinner and talk about life in general. Other times we’d meet in our homes. There, the wine and the conversation flowed and after a few months, and without much resistance, if any, our inhibitions with each other were gone.

The conversations became much more personal and one night, she asked, “Do you think about the early days when you were dating?”

“Yeah, I do sometimes.”

“Was your ex a good lover?”

“He was in the beginning and for a while after we were married. Later, I think I was just a warm place to put it. The bastard wanted me to come home after working two jobs, fix dinner, and then be in the mood to fuck.”


I laughed and said, “He’d grown such a gut that I couldn’t feel much anyway. His dick wasn’t that long or big.”

“Mine became more of a ‘slam bam’ and done. I wonder if there’s any guy out there who knows how to fucking satisfy a woman.”

“And good at eating pussy,” I added.

“And that. What’d you do when you’d get horny?”

I should have been shocked with her question but I wasn’t in the least. “I jacked off. What’d you do?”

“Yeah, that, and I still have my toys. Here lately, I’m getting more orgasms from them then I got from Carl.”

“Tom threw mine away because he felt intimidated by them, I think.”

She quickly left and returned with her toys. One was a dildo and the other was designed to stimulate your clit and G-spot simultaneously.

“Both are multiple speed vibrators and they sure do the trick. And before you ask, yes, on occasions, I’ve used them both at the same time. It depends on my mood. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to have the real thing, but beggars can’t be choosers.”

Before I left, we visited a website and I purchased two identical toys.

Not much happened in our lives for a few months except our bodies looked toned and we felt great, having rid ourselves of so much stress and baggage.

I think I was the first to say, during our conversations, that I felt ready to hit the dating scene again. I’d been out of the game for quite some time and wasn’t sure how to get started.

Suzi suggested we join a dating site. That night we filled out the forms and helped each other word our profile. She laughed and said, “How many guys will date us tall gals? You’re almost six feet and I’m maybe an inch shorter, if that much.” Then she added, “Shall we include that they need a cock as big as John Holmes?”

We left that out.

The dating site was moderately successful. We met some nice guys and a few who lied on their profile. There were those who were looking for a one-night stand and others with children, were looking for a replacement mom. I dated a few who were interesting and fun — at least in the beginning. They turned out to be great pretenders because after bedding me, they moved on. It was just as well because they were a lousy fuck anyway.

Suzi’s success was about the same as mine, although she tended to get between the sheets quicker than me. Her rational was quite succent. “I like my vibrator but sometimes my cunt needs a real cock.”

One day at work, I was telling a co-worker how difficult it was to meet people, especially those with similar interest. She told me about a website called ‘meetup’. “There’re just about everything you can think of and, if not, start your own.” Then she added, “That’s how I met my husband.”

Suzi and I looked at the long list of meetup activities and we noted there wasn’t one that ankara escort bayanlar was specific for people our age to just meet and greet. So, we started one. Members had to be over a certain age and live with a certain radius of the city. It was easy to do and soon we had dozens of members.

I took care of the membership and she handled events like a happy hour, or bowling, or brunches, and such. I was amazed at the number of guys who didn’t live anywhere close who tried to join. The other requirement was a recent photo. That was essential because I greeted each member at the door with their nametag.

It didn’t take long to have a nice sized group and, from that, many friendships and small groups were formed. Golf, tennis, bridge, and other activities among members were started.

All was going well and Suzi was a great organizer. I enjoyed membership duties and especially meeting new people. There was one exception however, I told Suzi that I was not interested in working a dance. It’s just not my thing. That worked well until one night, she called me and asked me to fill in for her at the upcoming dance. Something had come up and she just couldn’t make it. I reluctantly agreed. I later learned that she had a first date with a guy she met online.

It was a night that changed everything. That evening I met Larry, a new member. He was there to check us out and the dance. “I’m not much of a dancer,” he said. “But the pre-dance waltz lesson sounded good. I can use improvement.”

After the lesson, he sat down beside me. He wasn’t interested in the dance but he did want to say thanks. I wasn’t going to let this handsome man leave without making him feel welcomed. I asked him what he was looking for and a little bit about himself.

It turned out, we had similar interest and surprisingly, we had very similar upbringing. Before he left, we scheduled a date.

I felt very comfortable with him from the beginning and that feeling had been lacking for a long time. His kisses warmed me all over and made my pussy wet. He was over six feet, which was great for good night hugs. There was no missing his erection pressed against me and from the way it felt, he had a very nice size cock. The necessary release, later that night, was aided by my clit and G-spot vibrator.

Suzi called and confessed about skipping the dance because she had a date that quickly became hot and heavy. “He’s great in bed, but lacking in the intellectual conversation department.”

“Not a keeper?”

“Let’s say, more like a good friend with benefits. Right now, I’m getting a lot of good hard riding and with some coaching, he’ll be even better at eating my pussy.”


“Yeah, his mouth is great on my clit, but I need him to slow down. He starts fine, but then he tends to speed up too quickly. I’m not in a hurry to climax. I feel that having a mouth on my pussy is an exquisite sensation and is meant to be enjoyed and savored. So, what about you?”

My pussy was wet just thinking about having Larry’s mouth on me. It’d been a long dry spell and I sure hoped he likes eating pussy.

I told her about Larry and how we hit it off. “He’s coming over tomorrow for dinner and, if all goes right, and I’m confident it will, our evening will become hot and heavy. I’m so excited just thinking about it and now, after talking with you, my pussy is eager and wet. I’ll give it a good trim and shave tonight and hope he’ll be all over it tomorrow.”

“Your pretty sure, are you?”

“I can tell you this. The other night, when we finally said good night, there was no mistaking his hard cock when we hugged.”

“You’ve got more self-restraint than me. Anyway, I wish you well, and that you both have great sex. I’m excited for you and anxious to hear all about it.”

My evening with Larry was all I had hoped. We shared over dinner more about ourselves and, more importantly, our hopes and desires.

After dinner, we adjourned to the couch and engaged in some wonderful kissing. It wasn’t long before he moved his hand up and cupped my breast. I responded with a sigh and pushed my tongue deep in his mouth. He took the hint and reached under my blouse and unsnapped my bra. I, in turn, moved my hand up his leg and found his hard cock.

I fully expected that we’d be in a frenzy to strip each other. Instead, he slowly unbuttoned my blouse and after I was topless, he kissed and fondled my tits. I slid my fingers back and forth along his cock, feeling the length of it through his slacks. I liked what I felt and was more than ready to feel it in my hands and my mouth and especially, my cunt. My nipples were rock hard and my pussy was wet and throbbing.

Moments later, that seemed forever, he slowly moved his hand up my leg and found my very wet thong. I almost didn’t wear anything, but then, I thought he’d find the thong to be sexy. I shifted and moved my legs apart to give him more room to play. He ran his finger along my pussy lips while his mouth was busy on ankara esmer escortlar my nipples. My desire to feel his mouth on my clit was soon realized.

He gave me a kiss, then knelt in front of me. He pushed my skirt up and slowly removed my thong. Being undressed felt so erotic and I enjoyed every part of it.

He pushed my legs apart and I wasn’t about to offer any resistance. He gazed at my pussy, gleaming wet from all our foreplay. He looked at me and said, “Beautiful.”

He kissed all around my pussy and I arched my pelvis in hope that his tongue would soon be in my cunt. He didn’t disappoint. He circled my love hole then pushed his tongue inside. I sighed and moaned from the exquisite pleasure and my pussy juice flowed as he reamed and tongue-fucked my cunt.

He slowly licked his way up to my clit and I gasped when he slid two fingers into my throbbing cunt. He licked and sucked and kissed my clit and softly rubbing my G-spot while I squeezed my nipples. I flexed my hips to match his fingers as they rubbed my G-spot and it wasn’t long before I climaxed. It was intense, and wonderful, and my body shook with every wave.

He didn’t let me recover. He didn’t stop until I climaxed a second time. When he kissed me, I could taste my pussy on his lips. “Someone here is over dressed,” I said.

I slowly removed everything except his briefs. His choice of underwear, I hoped for my benefit, barely contained his erection. I lightly ran my fingers over the length of it a few times, then freed it from bondage. It was my turn to look at him and say, “Beautiful.”

His cock filled my hand and I stroked it a few times. Seeing the pre-cum made my mouth water and I licked it off before filling my mouth with the head. The ache in my cunt needed to be satisfied and I said, “I don’t want to wait.”

I held his dick and led him to my bedroom. I quickly removed my skirt and got on the bed. My legs were wide and I pulled his hard love tool to my throbbing cunt. He gradually and completely filled it. “Oooh my… oooooh yessssss,” I purred. I tightened my vaginal muscles around it and held him there for a few moments. Nobody has ever filled me like that.

When I relaxed, he took me on a sensual journey. He slowly pulled nearly out and then just as deliberately, pushed back in. Every part of my cunt felt his magnificent hard cock. I arched my pelvis to meet his thrusts and felt his balls touch my bottom with each stroke. His tempo increased and soon I was panting. I squeezed my nipples and I knew I wasn’t far from the edge.

The orgasm was even more intense than the previous ones. I wrapped my legs around him to hold him deep inside, while wave after wave rolled through my body. After several moments, I released him and he started again. His thrusts were shorter and quicker and I could feel his wet balls banging against me. “Fuck me. Oooh yes, fuck me hard!” I practically shouted.

He pounded me hard and fast. “Oh baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh, yesss. Fill my cunt with your hot load.”

His body tensed, then he shoved his cock in deep and added his cum to mine. He collapsed in my arms and we held each other.

After we recovered, I rolled him off of me and said, “We’re not done.”

I positioned myself between his legs and took his cock, wet from our combined juices, and licked it clean and milked it dry. His nectar was like honey in my mouth. Next time, I’ll give him a blowjob and feel him cum in my mouth.

We cuddled and kissed and declared ourselves to be exclusive. Unfortunately, tomorrow was a workday but the weekend wasn’t far off. We planned to spend it naked.

I called Suzi and gave her the details. I really poured it on too. I told her how absolutely wonderful he was at eating pussy and that he brought me off twice doing that. When she asked how big he was, I laughed and said not only did he completely fill my cunt but it took my breath away. I also added that he was a bit bigger than my dildo. I told her that my one concern was whether I’d be as good with oral sex as he was with me. It wasn’t like I’d never given a blowjob before, I just never felt I was doing it very well.

“I have a feeling this time, things will be different for you. Soooo, what’s next?”

“Consider us a couple. We’ll stay in the meetup group, but for how long, I can’t say.”

She was impressed. “Ain’t it grand. I’m so happy for you and I’m looking forward to meeting your guy at the happy hour next week.”

“Me too. I’m sure you’ll like him, I know one thing, I won’t need my vibrator tonight,” I said proudly.

She laughed and said, “I sure will.”

“What about your guy? Isn’t he providing you with some good fucking?”

“He’s gone. He didn’t like the fact that I shared the details of our sexual activities with you. It got heated so I grabbed my clothes and came home. I’m back to square one but I’m glad you met Larry and I’m a bit envious.”

Larry and I texted and chatted for the next few days about sincan grup yapan escortlar our first fuck and the upcoming weekend. He said he wanted to be my sex slave. I told him, I wanted to be his slut. We compromised and decided there was no reason not to take turns.

The debate to meet for happy hour or for drinks at my place was quickly decided. When I asked him what he wanted me to wear when he arrived, I expected him to want me naked. Instead, he said to wear my sexiest outfit. That threw me. Other than my thong, I didn’t have anything sexy.

“And for you, sweetheart, a jock strap would be very sexy.”

I made an emergency trip to a lingerie store and purchased a chemise with G-string and thigh-high stockings, all in red. I looked and felt sexy.

He parked in my garage and I greeted him with a kiss, dressed in my suggestive red outfit. I could tell he was impressed. “Very lovely and very sexy. Now, close your eyes,” he requested.

I heard some rustling and then he said, “Ok, you can look.” It was my turn to be impressed and delighted. He wore only a black jock strap. I was wet thinking about his arrival, now, my G-string was soaked. “Talk about sexy,” I said.

Something else happened. His cock grew and soon it peaked out from under the top of his garment.

“Is that for me?” I said in a fake southern draw and fluttered my eyes.

He gave me a kiss and replied, “Any way you want it.”

I giggled and said, “The word ‘straight up’ comes to mind.”

We toasted our drinks and I said there was something I needed to do. “I don’t know if this is me being your slut or you being my sex slave, but I’m asking for your indulgence.”

I took him to the living room and sat him on the couch. I knelt in front of him and said, “I’ve been thinking about this for several days. What you did to my pussy and cunt was incredible.” I pulled off his jock strap and said, “I want to give you a mind-blowing blowjob but, I need your help to do it right. I don’t know how hard to grip your gorgeous cock and I don’t want to hurt you with my teeth or anything. I want to be really good at this. Will you teach me?”

“Of course, sweetheart and thank you. This works both ways, I want you to teach me how to please and pleasure you too.”

His instructions were simple, and he said going deep was totally unnecessary. The most important thing was to keep my hand and mouth locked together. The second most important thing was to relax and enjoy it.

And enjoy it, I did!

When I first started, he had me tighten my grip just a bit more and that was it. I licked and sucked and stroked to my heart’s delight. His cock felt wonderful in my mouth and his balls in my hand. My tempo started slow and then increased as his body reacted to my oral stimulation. He flexed his hips with my downward motion and I could hear him moan and sigh. I gripped a little harder and went faster until I felt his ball tighten.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna cum.”

His body tensed and I felt his milky seed pulse past my hand and into my mouth. I took it all and didn’t stop stroking until I had every drop.

He took me in his arms and said, “Oh sweetheart, that was incredible! I wish I knew the words to tell you how wonderful it felt and the way you made it happen.”

“Thank you. I really enjoyed it too.”

“Now, it’s my turn to share some enjoyment.” He removed my chemise and pulled off my G-string. A moment later, I was sitting on the couch with my legs spread wide and his mouth all over my clit. He sucked and licked my sensitive nub while I fondled and squeezed my tits. “Oooh baby… yesssss,” I murmured. When he inserted two fingers and grazed my G-spot, I gasped from the sensual pleasure.

My climax was intense and breathtaking. He slid his tongue down and pushed it in my cunt, and licked my pussy juice. After I recovered, he kissed me and said, “I like the way you taste.”

I took his hand and licked the two fingers that had been in my cunt. “Nothing like the taste of cum as an appetizer,” I said with a smile. “Speaking of that, I’m starved.”

While I fixed dinner, he brought in some groceries he’d purchased. More whiskey for Manhattans, two bottles of Malbec, and steaks for the grill. Such a considerate guy.

We were both naked in the kitchen and he asked, “Anything I can do?”

I just looked at him and smiled. Not only was he handsome, but it was really the first time I’d looked at his cock when it was flaccid.

He gave me a puzzled look and said, “What?”

“I was just looking at a handsome and sexy guy.”

“Gosh ma’am. Thank you. You look terrific too. In fact, ah… hang on. “

He grabbed his phone and took a picture of me. First, full front and then a couple of closeups of my pussy. Once satisfied, he moved me to a chair and, with my legs wide, took several more pictures.

I did the same. I had several of his limp cock and then I took it in my mouth and brought it to life. It didn’t take long before I had it hard and erect. I took several pictures of it from various angles, including shooting upward from between his legs. We added to our erotic fun by making short videos of him jacking off and then one with my hand doing the job. We synced our phones and looked at our photography skills during dinner.

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