Chapter 01
I met Joy at a party my friend Jerry arranged for Christmas. He was the one to introduce us while warning me, "Dan, we are good friends, so I hope you treat her with kid gloves. She is 19 years old and never had a serious boyfriend. My wife and I like her a lot. She may be shy and naive about relationships but she is intelligent and very smart. From the pictures you can see for yourself she is very attractive."
I remember joking, "If she is so perfect, how come she agreed to meet me?"
He giggled, "I went out with multiple girls and married for 3 years and still never figured out how women think. On a more serious note, she saw you at our conference in Las Vegas. You gave a talk, and she was impressed. I told her we were friends. She blushed and commented, 'Mr. Monroe's talk was excellent. You can feel he knows the subject well and does not BS us like most other speakers.' And then she added, 'And he looks good, too...' I told her I could introduce you two, and she didn't respond. A week later, we met her for coffee, and Joy asked about you again. I thought it was the right time to try and arrange a meeting. I got from my wife, Janet, 2 pictures of them having fun on a trip. I cut Janet from the pictures and showed you. You liked her photos and seemed interested, and the rest is history."
Our first meeting was at a Starbucks coffee place. Joy wore a simple blouse and a long skirt. Her dark, long hair was tied in a ponytail, and her face was devoid of cosmetics. She looked naturally pretty and... angelic. The pictures Jerry showed me underestimated her beauty.
I introduced myself and said Jerry suggested I meet her because she was educated, smart, and a catch. In the photos he showed me, she looked amazing yet still less impressive than the original. Joy's face turned ruby red, and she smiled. I inquired, "I told Jerry that based on his description, you were too good for me. How come you are not hitched to a billionaire in Monaco yet?" He answered, 'She is too shy to meet strangers or go online to select a mate.' So what is your story?"
Joy was reluctant to talk much and gave a few details about herself, "I am 20 and an only child. I study computer science at USC and agreed to meet you because I liked your Las Vegas talk."
I joked, "So pretty soon you'll be my rival. Perhaps I should stay away before your knowledge exceeds mine."
She giggled. Her face lighted up, and she mumbled, "Sir, I doubt it very much. Your clear and concise talk proved you know the subject better than my current professors."
"Getting such a nice compliment from a girl I just met means the world to me. However, I am still scared that with your smartness, you'll be better than me very soon. Can you give me another compliment to calm my nerves?"
Her throaty laugh was very pleasant, "Dan, Jerry mentioned you are a good guy, an excellent speaker, with vast knowledge of computer software, and nice to be around. He never mentioned you were funny."
"It's because he is always with Janet, and I am terrified of her. One time, I joked with Jerry and said he was dumb for lending money to an unworthy friend. You should have seen Janet; she raised her fists to me, and almost Mike Tysoned me..."
Joy burst into loud laughter, "Are we talking about the same Janet? The 5'2", 100-pound sweet girl who couldn't hurt a fly?"
I whined, "Yes. She was mean to me."
"Well, big boy, next time, call me, and I'll protect you."
We continued chatting, and slowly, Joy opened up to me. I found out she liked traveling and photography, which were my hobbies, too. She also liked classical music, reading romantic stories, and exploring the lives of insects, which were not my cup of tea, but it didn't matter. Time passed fast, and the next time I looked at my watch, it was becoming late.
I stood up and said, "Joy, it was a pleasure meeting you. Sorry to have spent too much of your time. So far, I like everything about you: Your looks, your attitude, and talking to you. I'd love to meet you again to watch a movie together or go to a restaurant of your choice. I don't want to pressure you to answer now, so I'll give you my phone number and e-mail. Think about it, and if you feel the same, contact me. Take care, and if you see Jerry and Janet, give them my love."
I haven't heard from her for 3 days. I was sad - I liked her from the first moment I saw her and wondered where I screwed up.
The following evening, my phone rang. Joy whispered, "Dan, it's Joy. Can we go to an Italian restaurant?"
"I'd love to. What made you hesitate for 3 days before calling me?"
She giggled, "I had to push all my 10 other suitors before accepting your offer. To be more serious, I was frightened. In our first meeting, you were so perfect that I felt you couldn't be real. You must have hidden something from me. Are you a closeted murderer or rapist?"
I chortled, "Yes, both, but please, don't tell Jerry or Janet; otherwise, next time they invite me to dinner, I won't be allowed to use a knife."
"Dan, are you ever serious?"
"On occasion, I am, but despite my efforts to impress you, you bring out the worst of me."
"If what I saw until now is your worst, I still like you. How about we eat dinner at Drago Centro sometime this week?"
"Give me your phone number. I'll find out when I can reserve a table for 2, and let you know. Would you like me to pick you up, or would you rather drive yourself to the place?"
"I forgot to ask Jerry if you are a safe driver. I'll drive."
"Well, dear, I haven't had a serious accident for more than a week now, so I'm OK..."
"If you don't get more serious soon, you'll find out I can be scarier than Janet."
I arrived at the restaurant slightly earlier to ensure our table was ready. The receptionist showed me the empty table with the sign 'RESERVED.' I waited for Joy outside.
I could hardly recognize her. Her dark hair was now loose, and her face was done beautifully. Her midi-style dress displayed a narrow waist, which contrasted nicely with her generous bosom and shapely hips. She saw my expression, noticed I had on a simple shirt and blue jeans, and smiled, "Did I overdress for the occasion?"
"Not at all. You look gorgeous. I thought if I used my best outfits, you'd be concerned I thought it was a date, but it's only a dinner."
"Dan, you overthink things. If it's only a dinner, why would you care what I would have thought?"
I stuttered, "You haave a point. If we meeet again, I'll dress the way I feel."
"Good. I like us to be straight with each other. I hate childish games and faking things."
When the waiter arrived, Joy ordered one of the specialty salads and Gli Spaghetti Chitarra - Pasta with vegetarian stuff. I took L'Angnello - A rack of lamb with their specially made mashed potatoes. I also added a bottle of good Chianti.
She stared at my plate and smiled, "I am mostly vegetarian. I see you are a carnivore."
"I like good food. It doesn't have to be meat, but there are certain meats I like very much."
She remained silent.
I asked her if she liked the meal. With her mouthful, she replied, "Delicious! I love Italian food."
"I like it too. I used to eat frequently in a small Italian restaurant near my house, but one day, it closed, and I started eating other foods."
For dessert, she requested a cannolo. I had the apple tartine.
Just like our first meeting, our chat flowed, and both seemed to feel comfortable with each other. Time passed quickly.
When we were done, she insisted on paying for her food. I said, "Joy, you are a student while I get a decent salary. I do not see why I shouldn't pay for both of us. However, if the reason for asking to pay for yourself is you never want to see me again and are concerned you'd owe me something, I won't stop you."
She mumbled, "I DO want to see you, but it's not a date, so there is no reason you spend your money on me."
I grinned, "In that case, may you honor me with our first date?"
She gazed at me shyly, "Do you really like me?"
I blurted, "It's tough to answer: You are old, ugly, brainless, and lack a sense of humor. I have no idea what I am doing here. But for some mysterious reason, I like you. A LOT! So will you date me, PLEASE..."
Her broad smile made her even prettier, "Do you always ask a girl for a date using this line?"
"I told you already you bring the worst of me."
I accompanied her to her small car, kissed her cheek, and we decided to meet the following evening for a newly released romantic movie.
Joy met me at the entrance to her dorm, and we drove together. In the theater, we sat toward the back and munched our popcorn until the movie began. The film had dramatic parts and sad moments. At one point, I saw her shedding tears. I hugged her shoulder and whispered, "Joy, take it easy. After all, it's only a movie."
She leaned on my shoulder and glanced at me. I took the opportunity and kissed her softly. She continued facing me. I kissed her again. Her lips parted, and I licked her lips.
I said, "Your lips are tasty. May I do it once more?"
She whispered, "Yes. Please..."
I kissed her the third time, and my tongue penetrated her hot mouth. It found her trembling tongue and caressed it gently. She hugged me and sighed, "Dan, I like you very much."
"Honey, I like you too. I am trying my best to be a gentleman, but... I want you. All of you."
She placed her small palm on my covered chest. Her fingers moved up, found the upper button, released it, and patted my hairy chest lightly. It felt wonderful, exciting, and... arousing. My pecker began stiffening.
I whispered in her ear, "You are not fair. I'd like to touch you the same way."
She stared into my eyes for a long moment and murmured, "Take me to your house. But be patient with me. I want you wholeheartedly, too, but I have no experience in these things."
We left the movie theater and drove to my house. Both of us were anxious and didn't talk until we reached home.
I let her in and offered her coffee. She smiled, "I drink coffee only in the mornings, but if you have orange juice, soda, or wine, I'll be good."
I poured her a glass of Chardonnay, and she chugged it.
Subsequently, I led her on a tour of my place. Outside, the yard was fenced with a small swimming pool, a jacuzzi for 4, and a tiny flower garden. Inside, the kitchen was small but adequate for a bachelor. There were 3 bedrooms, including a master bedroom with a fancy bathroom attached, another bathroom, and a large, well-furnished living room.
She stood in front of one of the paintings and inspected it. I moved behind her and hugged her waist. She put her hands on mine and leaned backward on my chest. I whispered, "Your smell is pleasant and sweet."
Next, she grabbed both my arms and guided them up, placing them on her covered breasts. She whispered, "Dan, I want you to have me, but please, take it easy."
I guided her to the large bedroom. She stood still and closed her eyes.
I said in a low tone, "Joy dear, I promise to take all the time in the world. If at any point you wish me to stop, I'll do it."
She kept her eyes shut and didn't move. Her pulse was 120 beats per minute. She was nervous and elected to let me take full control. I undressed her slowly. I removed her white blouse, noticing her C-cup lace white bra. Next came the skirt. Her low-cut white panties revealed a flat tummy and a beautifully concave navel. I unclasped the bra and released her gorgeous tits. They protruded forward, proudly displaying her quarter-size dark nipples. I whispered, "Darling, you have the most stunning breasts I've ever seen." She had a little smile but didn't open her eyes. Lastly, I lowered her panties, exposing her cute landing strip with the partially hidden cunt lips.
By that time, my penis was raging, ready to pounce. I undressed quickly, knowing quite well my buddy would have to wait, maybe for a long time. I was dealing with a shy girl who had no knowledge of what sex was except from reading about it and getting hints from movies...
I lay her in bed, rested by her side, and caressed gently her neck. I kissed her, and she spread her lips, inviting my tongue to invade her mouth. I French-kissed her, and she moaned into my mouth. Next, I moved her palm toward my lower abdomen. I didn't push her further, electing to let her choose the time she'd feel comfortable reaching down and touching my member.
My own hand began sliding from her neck to her amazing chest. I cupped her left boob, and she groaned. I started kneading it lightly. She shivered, and her tongue jittered in my mouth. When I first touched her swollen nipple, she moaned loudly, and her palm crawled toward my organ.
She touched it lightly and then tried to engulf it. The circumference of my shaft was too large, and she gasped, "I am not sure if my body can take such a big thing..."
"Honey, don't worry. As promised, I am not going to force myself on you. Just relax, and we can feel each other. If you decide to stop at that, I'll obey. No pressure; tonight is the first meeting of our bodies. Let's just enjoy touching and caressing."
Her breathing slowed down after my short speech, and her hand began exploring my large sack, the shaft, and the purple head. In the meantime, my fingers tweaked her nipple, which hardened rapidly.
I felt her heart rate slowly increase again, and her breathing turned heavy. Her arousal was building. My hand gradually descended from her tit to her soft abdomen and gingerly advanced toward her sex. As it closed on her cunt, she held her breath. I avoided her clitoris, and my finger fluttered over her outer labia. The folds were soaked with her juices.
I whispered in her ear, "Your tits are amazing, and your vagina feels so good and nicely moist."
She murmured, "I am so horny but scared to death."
"I know, and I am in no hurry. I just want to touch and feel you down there."
Next, my forefinger slowly crept into her opening and gingerly penetrated inside. She moaned, and her palm squeezed my pole. My forefinger advanced slowly, eventually meeting her hymen. The membrane covered about half the area of her vagina with a small hole in the middle, allowing my finger to go further inside her wet pussy. I pulled my finger back halfway and tenderly rubbed the front wall of her vagina.
All of a sudden, her torso jolted, and her body shook. She began to orgasm and screamed, "Oh my god! I can't control my body... OH MY!"
I continued lightly massaging her anterior pussy wall for 10 minutes before slowing down. The whole time Joy's palm was squeezing my engorged pecker. How I did not erupt in her hand was beyond me, but I was able to resist climaxing.
Gradually, Joy recovered. Initially, she looked dazed and confused. When she could focus her eyes on my face, she smiled and hugged me, "Thank you. I recall being both scared and extremely aroused. My hand clutched to something, and suddenly, an earthquake swallowed me, and I was flying, unable to do anything about it. I heard myself crying. It was an out-of-this-world experience. I'll tell you a secret: Every now and then, I masturbated, and some of these times climaxed, but it never felt as powerful as this one. You were so considerate... You didn't reach an orgasm despite your own arousal. Dan, I owe you. Will you let me pleasure YOU now?"
I smiled, "Joy, I was happy to help you overcome one hurdle. We had a good beginning. You don't HAVE to do anything. Rest now, and we'll move on slowly."
She pleaded, "Danny, I'll feel bad if I leave you without trying to return the favor. Please, give me a chance."
"OK, girl, if you insist."
I lay on my back with my legs slightly apart and waited for her to make up her mind what she wanted to do. She looked at me and placed her hand around my shaft.
She kissed my lips and ignored me when I tried to insert my tongue into her mouth. Her head moved steadily south, licking a nipple, continuing to my 6-pack and reaching an inch above my hard cock. She caressed the mushroomed head, licked it gently, and whispered, "It tastes good, but it's so big..."
Next, she sucked lightly on the tip and retreated. A large drop of precum appeared on top. She mumbled, "Good, now I can really taste you." She rolled the drop in her mouth with her tongue and murmured, "Not bad. It's slightly salty but not bad at all."
Subsequently, her lips spread as much as she could and advanced to envelop the soft head. The lips squeezed it and reached the distal part of my shaft. Her tongue found its way out and licked my meat in an effort to facilitate her advance forward.
The girl tried hard. Her lack of experience showed as she stopped multiple times to grasp for air. However, after several minutes, 4 inches of my cock were nestled in her small mouth. She stopped there, winked at me, and started bobbing, gradually accelerating the speed. Obviously, she was afraid to move forward and gag, so she chose to play it safe and suck on a smaller part of my organ.
Her milking intensified, and I felt her palm fondling my sack, jiggling softly my testicles. The combination of feeling her ministrations, watching her mouth glide along my cock, and knowing it was her first blow job - All were enough to send me toward a huge climax.
I barely had time to warn her, "Joy, I'm about to cum..." and then my prick started ejaculating. I tried to keep still and refrained from holding the back of her head, letting her decide if and how much she could take in. Initially, she almost choked but recovered quickly and struggled to swallow as much as she could. The flood of slimy seeds ended after about 30 seconds. Joy managed to swallow about half my spunk, and the rest leaked on my lower abdomen. She gave me a victorious grin and bent her head to lick the rest.
I was stunned. For a novice, she did great! She took on a bigger-than-average tool, milked it efficiently without major gagging, swallowed much of it as it spurted, and afterward, even cleaned the residue with her tongue!
When Joy was done, she moved up, leaned her head on my chest, and said, "I did it because I felt I needed to do it. However, I didn't suffer one bit. You didn't push or force me, and I took my time to learn how to do it. I wasn't sure how your juice would taste, but it wasn't bad. It tasted like a more concentrated precum - Somewhat oily, slightly bitter tangy, and even minimally sweet. I think next time I'll be better."
I kissed her forehead and said, "Honey, you did much better than I could imagine. Let's rest now."
The first time we had a full sexual encounter was 3 days later. We were both highly aroused, and she mumbled, "Danny, I think it's time to take the plunge. Please, put it in."
Before doing it, I inserted 2 fingers into her pussy, trying to enlarge the existing hole in her hymen. It was a partial success, and I knew she'd feel some pain when my large girth invaded her tight hole.
I French-kissed her, pinched her nipple lightly, and used the tip of my cock's purple head to trigger her sensitive clitty. Her orgasm began, and then I moved in to break the last barrier. I waited for the right moment, and when she was screaming her heart out, I shoved it in. Her mouth clutched to mine, and she whimpered. I waited for her to overcome the initial pain and then started my strokes. Within less than a minute, she yelled, "Faster. Fuck me faster, please." I intensified my pounding and saw her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Her mouth was alternating between crying and screaming unintelligible gibberish. Her orgasm manifested in her eyes rolling inside her head, the heavy breathing, a pulse of 150 per minute, and being totally unaware of the situation.
I continued plowing mercilessly inside her tortured, tight pussy, enjoying immensely the fantastic friction of my cock with the vagina's walls. After a long session of relentless ramming, I couldn't hold it anymore and erupted deep in her pussy. To my surprise, my member continued being hard. I took advantage of it, and my drilling lasted an additional 2 minutes.
When I was done, I went to the bathroom, freshened myself, and returned to bed. Joy was still with her eyes shut, covered with sweat, but her heart rate diminished. I hugged her and whispered, "Honey, are you all right?"
She smiled, opened her eyes, and mumbled admiringly, "I never thought it would feel so good. The pain was mild and short-lived. Your magic wand performed miracles. Every minute or so, my vagina still contracts and reminds me of the heavenly pleasure. Now that the obstacle is no longer there, I expect a repeat will be enjoyable and without pain. I need to sleep now. When will I see you again?"
I laughed, "Girl, we just got rid of the ultimate hurdle to a full, intimate relationship. By tomorrow, you'll know better what you think about what happened today, and we can decide how often we see each other, what we like to do together outdoors, and future sexual encounters."
When I took her home, she gazed at me, "I may be wrong, but I think you opened a Pandora's Box..."
"Honey, let me know tomorrow."
The following evening, Joy called me, "Today, in class, 3 of my girlfriends told me I looked pinkish and happier than usual. Barbara even added that if she didn't know I was the ultimate virgin, she'd suspect it was afterglow. I just smiled and kept silent. On a more burning issue - In the last hour, I feel a nagging itch in my pussy. I know you are not a doctor, but can you think of a potential cure?"
"Can you come to my house now?"
"Only if you promise me to cum again."
I chuckled, "We both have only sex on our minds."
In the next 2 months, we were having sex at least once every weekday and 3 times on weekends. I guided her through various positions, on different surfaces, and even outdoors. She was insatiable, and I was happy to help. Her breathtaking body and willingness to participate in any position were simply great.
Six months later, we got married. If we eliminate our sleeping and eating times, our honeymoon in Vegas was a prolonged session of sexual bliss. We returned home to LA tired but ready to resume sex whenever free.
Our first year was the happiest we had ever been. The passion was strong, and we didn't need to talk much: Our bodies did the talking. In the second year, we began having minor conflicts.
Joy was working as a junior software analyst in a small firm.
The sex was as fantastic as before, but household chores, priorities about how to spend our money, and whether to have children were causing tensions.
I wasn't ready for it, but one day I returned home and saw 3 large suitcases by the door. Joy sat on the sofa with tears in her eyes, "Danny, I think it's time for me to leave. Sex is great, but everything else is broken. We cannot talk to each other without shouting. I hate this life and decided on a divorce before we have children and cause them undue grief."
I begged her to stay and promised to change but to no avail. She was determined to go. The divorce took place a few months later. Joy quit her job and disappeared without notifying me where she was going.
In the first month that followed, I was heartbroken.
One evening, Janet and Jerry came to my house and dragged me to a party. I was still depressed, but with Janet's help, I met a couple of girls. I started going out more often and gradually was ready to get out of my slump.
With no restriction of monogamic relations, I began dating 2-3 girls in parallel. Of course, it wasn't a decent thing to do, especially since most ladies had no clue I was having intimate relations with others at the same time. But I felt like a free butterfly without the need to be attached again. Not long after, I met young people, males and females, who felt like me: Life was short - Enjoy it while you can. Then, we moved to form a close-knit group, including sexual encounters with more than one partner at a time.
Two years later, on my birthday, my phone rang. It was Joy, "Hi Dan. I called to congratulate you on your birthday."
"Thank you. I haven't heard from you for years. Where do you live now, and how are you doing? Have you married again?"
"I am not married. I had lived and worked in Boston until 3 months ago when I decided to move back to LA."
"Why? Didn't you like your job? Was the mentality of local people or culture different?"
"Actually, I was doing well in my job and was promoted to senior analyst. The workplace atmosphere was pleasant, too. My issue was meeting the right person to spend time with."
I laughed, "Joy, if I remember correctly, the last time I saw you, you were very pretty with a sexy and perfect body. You are smart and have a satisfying job. In my book, you are the ideal woman every man would drool to meet. What's the problem?"
Her voice soured, "The answer is simple: YOU spoiled me."
"What are you saying?"
"You were my first boyfriend, husband, and sex partner. After I left you, I dated 7 different men and had sex with 5 of them. Nobody came close to you satisfying me. I crave the sex I had with you."
"Are you hinting you return to LA because of me?"
"Danny, are you married?"
"No, and I don't plan to do it in the near future."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Since you left, I dated multiple women. At present, I see and have sex with 3 different women."
"Why do you do it? Couldn't you find one who will satisfy all your needs?"
"I discovered that it was nice to be a butterfly. Why commit to one if she can break your heart? Right now, I live the good life without any commitments."
"Danny, I miss you."
"Dear Joy, we had our chances and blew them."
"I miss the sex part and not the rest."
"I enjoyed our sexual encounters but have no intention to give up on my current lifestyle."
"What if I agree to your terms?"
"I am not sure I understand what you imply."
"After 2 years devoid of good sex, I am desperate and agree to do everything you wish in order to continue having sexual encounters with you. You do not have to marry me, and I am not even asking for exclusivity, but I need to feel your body ravaging mine to enjoy life again."
"Joy, I've changed in the last 2 years. It's no longer just sex with A woman. Frequently, I do it in a three-way with either another man or a woman. I participate in B&D and even rare S&M sessions."
She begged, "Danny, please, I'll do everything you wish. My body needs you. If you tell me to fuck another man or sleep with a woman, I'll do it. I crave the unmatched sexual experiences I had with you..."
"If I agree, what do you expect to happen down the road?"
"Except for sex with you whenever you can spare me the time, I have no expectations. As I mentioned before, if you choose to have sex with me and others, that's up to you."
I thought for a moment and then blurted, "I promised my friend, Blake, to have a threesome with one of my ladies. I haven't mentioned it yet to any of them. Would you like to join us?"
"Yes, I do."
"You don't care how old he is or how he looks like?"
"Danny, I see you haven't gotten it yet. If you are there too, I'll do anything you choose with anybody."
"One last comment: With 2 men on board, the encounter may last longer and, most likely, end with your 3 holes being used."
"Danny, after a drought of 2 years, more rain than usual is a blessing, if you know what I mean."
"Can you be at my house on Saturday at 10 am?"
"I'll be there. Any special requests? Would you like me to bring something? Dress differently?"
"It will be helpful if you dress sexy and bring a good mood. By the way, Blake is a very good friend, handsome, and a good sex partner. We've done it 3 times before, so as long as you are compliant, by the time we are done, you are likely to be tired but 99% you'll have a lot of fun."
When we hung up the phone, I contacted Blake and told him to be at my house at 9:45 am. He asked me who would be our girl, and I said, "You'll see. You haven't met her yet, but I talked about her multiple times."
He laughed, "You dog! It's your former wife... No other woman you mentioned to me more than once."
"Right. Now be here on time."
Saturday morning, I shaved, arranged the house to look half decent, put on new sheets and towels, ensured the jacuzzi was ready, and put snacks, beers, red and white wines, and some fruits on the kitchen table. I didn't forget to place a few condoms, KY jelly, and a Jack Rabbit in the drawer by the bed.
Blake showed up on time. He was dressed in clean jeans and a flannel shirt. He looked good. He was 34 years old, 5'10", and 180 pounds of mostly muscle. His manly face, dark skin, and thick hair made him a favorite among our girls. His pleasant demeanor and 7.5" cock were a bonus...
I offered him a beer, and he asked me about Joy. I knew we had little time and answered, "There is no chance for reconciliation and remarriage. She craves the sex she had with me before and agrees to participate in our games in any capacity."
I barely finished the sentence and heard a soft knock on the door. I opened it, and Joy entered. She wore a short red dress with ample cleavage that emphasized her C-cup tits. Her shapely legs ended with a 4"heel red shiny shoes.
She kissed me on the cheek and turned to my friend, "I assume you are Blake; nice to meet you."
Blake seemed hypnotized by her beauty and had difficulty talking, "Joy, it's a pleasure to meet you in person at last."
"The pleasure is all mine. According to Dan, you are the total package."
Blake recovered and smirked, "Did he talk about my personality or my package?"
She chuckled, "Mostly about your appearance and behavior, but the way I understand, we'll be able to check the other thing as well. Will one of you be a gentleman and pour me a glass of the white wine?"
Both of us jumped. I hinted to him to sit by Joy and filled her glass with a drink. She chugged everything and returned me the empty glass, "Sorry guys, I needed it. Blake, tell me a little about yourself."
"I met Dan about 2 months after you two separated. He was depressed, and so was I after my wife passed away from cancer. Slowly, we started getting out more, met several others, and created a nice group that met occasionally for different reasons."
"Sound nice."
I put on soft music and extended my hand to joy. She stood up, grinned, and we began a slow dance. As we moved on the floor, she whispered in my ear, "Blake looks cute. You were right." I whispered back, "I wouldn't lie to you."
As I was whispering, I watched Blake ogling her bubble butt. I winked at him.
When the dance ended, Joy began sipping her second glass, likely to calm her anxiety. I didn't object and planned to build the atmosphere slowly.
When she was ready to sit, Blake stood up and asked her, "Will you do me the honor and dance with me, too, when you feel like it?"
"How about now?"
They started dancing, and soon enough, Joy leaned her head on his chest and put her hands around his neck. Her body was almost glued to his. He looked at me quizzingly, and I showed a thumbs-up sign. During the second song, I noticed him grimacing. My guess was right on: Joy's closeness aroused him, and he was sporting an erection. He whispered something in her ear. She stared at his face for a moment and then directed her eyes down to his groin. She smiled and whispered back to him. He chuckled, and they continued dancing with his hard prick against her soft tummy and her barely covered tits crushed against his chest. I moved behind her, hugged her waist, and joined them on the floor. She felt my hands, pushed her ass onto my groin, and gyrated it slowly, reminding me of the good old times. My organ started stirring and soon was steely stiff. Joy was now sandwiched between 2 horny guys.
We continued dancing for another minute, and then Joy stopped, stared at the tents in our pants, and asked seductively, "Boys, it's time to move to another room. Don't you think?"
Blake looked at me, and I said, "I agree with Joy. We can dance later if we wish. Right now, Blake and I have a small issue that requires special treatment."
She giggled, "It seems to me the issues are not THAT small. If you show me the ISSUES, maybe I can help."
I was impressed by Joy's behavior. Before our separation, she was ready to participate in any act I suggested, as long as the two of us were the only ones on board, but refused any other person to join in. Now, she seemed thrilled to have Blake with us. Was it the alcohol effect? Was she so desperate to have sex with me that she forced herself to behave against her character? Did she change so much in 2 years that now everything-goes sex is her new mantra? I was curious to know the answer but, irrespectively, happy about the result...
As we moved to the bedroom, Joy winked at me, "Dan, honey, you've seen my body before. Blake hasn't. I suspect he is too nice to ask for a show. Will you be a good helper and undress me for your friend? And take your time. I'd like to watch him observe and see if he likes what he sees. Blake, Danny is going to strip me, but before he starts, take off your clothes and have on only your underwear. This way, I'll be able to judge better your level of enjoyment and arousal. Is it OK, darling?"
Blake's face flushed as he removed his shirt and pants and remained in his briefs. His pecker was already at half-mast and reached to just below the waistband. Dan sat on the bed's edge, and I moved behind her.
I unzipped her tight dress, and it gradually fell from her shoulders to her waist. The nude color silk bra covered the bottom part of her breasts, exposing the creamy round top parts. As I continued unzipping her, the dress loosened more, eventually landing on the soft rug. Her low-cut panties revealed a pretty navel, pierced with a tiny ring.
Joy's eyes were focused on Blake, alternating between his face and groin. During the slow striptease, I noticed his cock continued extending and curving at the waistband. Next, I unclasped the pretty bra. Joy smiled at Blake and swayed her boobs slightly. Seconds later, the bra was lying on the floor, joining the dress. Her free tits bounced and displayed swollen nipples.
Blake licked his lips and ogled the tempting sight. I knew exactly what he felt - Years ago, I felt the same when she undressed for me. Blake's pole grew further, bending at a dangerous angle under the waistband and threatening to tear the briefs.
Joy chortled, "Blake dear, we are risking your treasured asset. Please remove your underwear and let your rod breathe."
He had a sigh of relief and removed his briefs. His long organ thrust upward, and the soft head was now above his belly button.
I lowered Joy's panties, and Blake's pecker twitched.
Joy stared at his face, "Oh, honey, apparently you like what you see. I heard from Danny you'll join us and added red-hot lipstick. I thought you might like to watch his former wife's red lips sucking your fantastic tool. Was I right?"
I must admit I've watched Blake a few times before during our acts together, but never seen him like that. He seemed frozen, mesmerized by Joy's sexy show. He swallowed his saliva.
Joy, now fully naked, moved forward, knelt before him, and gently touched his swollen member, "Oh, my! That's a real beauty. May I use it as a pacifier? My mouth may be too small, but I'd like to try." He was still transfixed and stayed silent.
Subsequently, she turned her head to me and murmured, "Danny, in the next few minutes, my mouth will be busy with Blake. If you wish to take the opportunity to explore my body from the back, you are welcome."
She didn't waste any time, and his long dick began disappearing in her mouth. I moved behind her, and my fingers explored her cunt. It was drenched. The lady was horny!
After her erotic display, my erect cock pointed to the ceiling. I aimed it at her pussy's entrance and shoved it all the way in. She moaned but continued taking in his rod. She stopped when there were 2" left outside, and her head began moving up and down on his organ.
Blake's grimace told me he won't be able to hold for long. My left hand grabbed her left tit and started pinching the nipple while my right found her love nub and tweaked it roughly. God may have helped - My 2 playmates began to orgasm at the same time. My own climax started several seconds later, and I released my sperm in her tight tunnel. As I was cumming, I noticed Joy's palm squeezing Blake's shaft, and her lips milking the slimy stuff as it was dumped in her oral cavity.
I wondered how, in the throes of a massive climax, she could concentrate on doing it so efficiently...
When we were done, Blake leaned back on the bed while Joy and I lay on the floor. Before closing my eyes, I whispered in her ear, "You were fantastic, but it was only the appetizer." She winked, "I hope so."
Joy moved first and announced, "I am going to the shower."
Blake sat up, and I said, "Guys, the jacuzzi is ready for us. It's a nice place to relax and have snacks and drinks."
Blake and I entered the bubbly water, and I asked him, "What do you think so far?"
He laughed, "Joy is super-sexy. Her body is heavenly, and as a somewhat religious guy, I believe god created her body, especially for sex."
"I agree. When I first met her, she was a virgin. It took me a while to teach her to enjoy sex, but seeing her now, she behaves like a highly trained sex worker, no pun intended."
He grinned, "I sense she likes to make us drool over her. Any suggestion on how you want the next phase to be?"
"I'd like DP - I take the front and you the back."
"Dan, it sounds terrific. I imagine her anus is rather narrow. I love fucking tight holes!"
Joy came out of the bathroom smiling, "Boys, you didn't wait for me?" She entered gingerly into the hot water with her glorious tits swaying from side to side.
Blake grinned, "Joy, I see your beautiful breasts are struggling to keep themselves in place. Do you need my help to massage... sorry, I meant to hold them for you?"
"Blake, honey, I'd appreciate all the help I can get. At the same time, if you can suggest a solution to the nagging itch I have had in my cunt since I came out of the shower, I'll be very grateful."
Soon enough, our bodies intermingled in the jacuzzi. It wasn't a serious sex act but rather a game of catching, cupping, tweaking, rubbing, and licking. Joy was, as expected, the center of attention. Her body parts were manipulated nonstop, and her hands were continuously busy with our cocks. No wonder 15 minutes later, Blake and I were already sporting erections again. She giggled, "Darlings, are you ever sated? Do you expect a vulnerable girl to take on 2 studs? Shall I call 911 and see if there is a hero who can save me from being abused by your hungry organs?"
"Sorry, lady. It's too late. Didn't your mother teach you not to play with fire?"
She mumbled, "She told me that, but now that I am older, I thought the risk be lower."
We dried and moved back to my bedroom.
I lay on my back with my legs apart. Joy already knew what to do. She straddled my legs further, crawled between my thighs, and began to perform one of her signature blow jobs. Blake joined behind her, moved forward, and started tweaking Joy's mammaries. She felt his expanding member and her hand shifted back, giving him a hand job. Her oral and manual jobs worked miracles. Blake and I were rock-hard in a very short time.
Next, I pulled her up on top of me, inserted my member into her wet pussy, and pounded her vagina at a steady pace. Then I pulled her thighs slightly forward. Meanwhile, Blake grabbed the KY jelly, smeared a generous amount on his cock and Joy's ass crack, and penetrated her puckered hole with his forefinger. He circled the inside of her sphincter a couple of times before inserting a second finger. She moaned, knowing quite well what was coming. She turned her head to Blake and whispered, "Just do it. I fantasized about double penetration for over a year and would love to experience it at last."
Blake pulled his fingers and took his time to slowly push his raging organ into her well-lubricated anus. While his tool was longer than mine, it was somewhat thinner and slipped in easily. With my cock in her pussy and his in her bowels, it felt very crowded down there. Our pricks moved one against the other, creating an awesome feeling. I was able to bend my neck and suck on her hard nipple while going in and out of her snatch. Blake kneaded her clitoris while his member was happy to be squeezed by her sphincter. He was ready to climax.
Joy preceded him, and suddenly, she shuddered and began crying. Blake orgasmed soon after, feeling her sphincter spasming on his organ during her highly excited state. Watching my partners cumming together triggered my own arousal. I felt my testicles contract, emit my seed into the urethra, and then I exploded in Joy's pussy for a major bliss.
When he finished, Blake slowly retracted from her anal canal and rolled on his back. Then, I stopped moving in her cunt, and Joy disengaged, rushed to the bathroom, and announced, "Guys, I am first..." We laughed.
I asked Blake about his plans for the evening and found out he needed to leave. When Joy was done, he took a long shower, dressed up, kissed Joy's cheek, and declared, "Lady, you are beautiful. On a scale of 0 to 10, I'd rate your performance as 12! If you are ever in the mood for a repeat, let me know. You'll find out Lewis Hamilton's driving record will be broken..."
I remember joking, "If she is so perfect, how come she agreed to meet me?"
He giggled, "I went out with multiple girls and married for 3 years and still never figured out how women think. On a more serious note, she saw you at our conference in Las Vegas. You gave a talk, and she was impressed. I told her we were friends. She blushed and commented, 'Mr. Monroe's talk was excellent. You can feel he knows the subject well and does not BS us like most other speakers.' And then she added, 'And he looks good, too...' I told her I could introduce you two, and she didn't respond. A week later, we met her for coffee, and Joy asked about you again. I thought it was the right time to try and arrange a meeting. I got from my wife, Janet, 2 pictures of them having fun on a trip. I cut Janet from the pictures and showed you. You liked her photos and seemed interested, and the rest is history."
Our first meeting was at a Starbucks coffee place. Joy wore a simple blouse and a long skirt. Her dark, long hair was tied in a ponytail, and her face was devoid of cosmetics. She looked naturally pretty and... angelic. The pictures Jerry showed me underestimated her beauty.
I introduced myself and said Jerry suggested I meet her because she was educated, smart, and a catch. In the photos he showed me, she looked amazing yet still less impressive than the original. Joy's face turned ruby red, and she smiled. I inquired, "I told Jerry that based on his description, you were too good for me. How come you are not hitched to a billionaire in Monaco yet?" He answered, 'She is too shy to meet strangers or go online to select a mate.' So what is your story?"
Joy was reluctant to talk much and gave a few details about herself, "I am 20 and an only child. I study computer science at USC and agreed to meet you because I liked your Las Vegas talk."
I joked, "So pretty soon you'll be my rival. Perhaps I should stay away before your knowledge exceeds mine."
She giggled. Her face lighted up, and she mumbled, "Sir, I doubt it very much. Your clear and concise talk proved you know the subject better than my current professors."
"Getting such a nice compliment from a girl I just met means the world to me. However, I am still scared that with your smartness, you'll be better than me very soon. Can you give me another compliment to calm my nerves?"
Her throaty laugh was very pleasant, "Dan, Jerry mentioned you are a good guy, an excellent speaker, with vast knowledge of computer software, and nice to be around. He never mentioned you were funny."
"It's because he is always with Janet, and I am terrified of her. One time, I joked with Jerry and said he was dumb for lending money to an unworthy friend. You should have seen Janet; she raised her fists to me, and almost Mike Tysoned me..."
Joy burst into loud laughter, "Are we talking about the same Janet? The 5'2", 100-pound sweet girl who couldn't hurt a fly?"
I whined, "Yes. She was mean to me."
"Well, big boy, next time, call me, and I'll protect you."
We continued chatting, and slowly, Joy opened up to me. I found out she liked traveling and photography, which were my hobbies, too. She also liked classical music, reading romantic stories, and exploring the lives of insects, which were not my cup of tea, but it didn't matter. Time passed fast, and the next time I looked at my watch, it was becoming late.
I stood up and said, "Joy, it was a pleasure meeting you. Sorry to have spent too much of your time. So far, I like everything about you: Your looks, your attitude, and talking to you. I'd love to meet you again to watch a movie together or go to a restaurant of your choice. I don't want to pressure you to answer now, so I'll give you my phone number and e-mail. Think about it, and if you feel the same, contact me. Take care, and if you see Jerry and Janet, give them my love."
I haven't heard from her for 3 days. I was sad - I liked her from the first moment I saw her and wondered where I screwed up.
The following evening, my phone rang. Joy whispered, "Dan, it's Joy. Can we go to an Italian restaurant?"
"I'd love to. What made you hesitate for 3 days before calling me?"
She giggled, "I had to push all my 10 other suitors before accepting your offer. To be more serious, I was frightened. In our first meeting, you were so perfect that I felt you couldn't be real. You must have hidden something from me. Are you a closeted murderer or rapist?"
I chortled, "Yes, both, but please, don't tell Jerry or Janet; otherwise, next time they invite me to dinner, I won't be allowed to use a knife."
"Dan, are you ever serious?"
"On occasion, I am, but despite my efforts to impress you, you bring out the worst of me."
"If what I saw until now is your worst, I still like you. How about we eat dinner at Drago Centro sometime this week?"
"Give me your phone number. I'll find out when I can reserve a table for 2, and let you know. Would you like me to pick you up, or would you rather drive yourself to the place?"
"I forgot to ask Jerry if you are a safe driver. I'll drive."
"Well, dear, I haven't had a serious accident for more than a week now, so I'm OK..."
"If you don't get more serious soon, you'll find out I can be scarier than Janet."
I arrived at the restaurant slightly earlier to ensure our table was ready. The receptionist showed me the empty table with the sign 'RESERVED.' I waited for Joy outside.
I could hardly recognize her. Her dark hair was now loose, and her face was done beautifully. Her midi-style dress displayed a narrow waist, which contrasted nicely with her generous bosom and shapely hips. She saw my expression, noticed I had on a simple shirt and blue jeans, and smiled, "Did I overdress for the occasion?"
"Not at all. You look gorgeous. I thought if I used my best outfits, you'd be concerned I thought it was a date, but it's only a dinner."
"Dan, you overthink things. If it's only a dinner, why would you care what I would have thought?"
I stuttered, "You haave a point. If we meeet again, I'll dress the way I feel."
"Good. I like us to be straight with each other. I hate childish games and faking things."
When the waiter arrived, Joy ordered one of the specialty salads and Gli Spaghetti Chitarra - Pasta with vegetarian stuff. I took L'Angnello - A rack of lamb with their specially made mashed potatoes. I also added a bottle of good Chianti.
She stared at my plate and smiled, "I am mostly vegetarian. I see you are a carnivore."
"I like good food. It doesn't have to be meat, but there are certain meats I like very much."
She remained silent.
I asked her if she liked the meal. With her mouthful, she replied, "Delicious! I love Italian food."
"I like it too. I used to eat frequently in a small Italian restaurant near my house, but one day, it closed, and I started eating other foods."
For dessert, she requested a cannolo. I had the apple tartine.
Just like our first meeting, our chat flowed, and both seemed to feel comfortable with each other. Time passed quickly.
When we were done, she insisted on paying for her food. I said, "Joy, you are a student while I get a decent salary. I do not see why I shouldn't pay for both of us. However, if the reason for asking to pay for yourself is you never want to see me again and are concerned you'd owe me something, I won't stop you."
She mumbled, "I DO want to see you, but it's not a date, so there is no reason you spend your money on me."
I grinned, "In that case, may you honor me with our first date?"
She gazed at me shyly, "Do you really like me?"
I blurted, "It's tough to answer: You are old, ugly, brainless, and lack a sense of humor. I have no idea what I am doing here. But for some mysterious reason, I like you. A LOT! So will you date me, PLEASE..."
Her broad smile made her even prettier, "Do you always ask a girl for a date using this line?"
"I told you already you bring the worst of me."
I accompanied her to her small car, kissed her cheek, and we decided to meet the following evening for a newly released romantic movie.
Joy met me at the entrance to her dorm, and we drove together. In the theater, we sat toward the back and munched our popcorn until the movie began. The film had dramatic parts and sad moments. At one point, I saw her shedding tears. I hugged her shoulder and whispered, "Joy, take it easy. After all, it's only a movie."
She leaned on my shoulder and glanced at me. I took the opportunity and kissed her softly. She continued facing me. I kissed her again. Her lips parted, and I licked her lips.
I said, "Your lips are tasty. May I do it once more?"
She whispered, "Yes. Please..."
I kissed her the third time, and my tongue penetrated her hot mouth. It found her trembling tongue and caressed it gently. She hugged me and sighed, "Dan, I like you very much."
"Honey, I like you too. I am trying my best to be a gentleman, but... I want you. All of you."
She placed her small palm on my covered chest. Her fingers moved up, found the upper button, released it, and patted my hairy chest lightly. It felt wonderful, exciting, and... arousing. My pecker began stiffening.
I whispered in her ear, "You are not fair. I'd like to touch you the same way."
She stared into my eyes for a long moment and murmured, "Take me to your house. But be patient with me. I want you wholeheartedly, too, but I have no experience in these things."
We left the movie theater and drove to my house. Both of us were anxious and didn't talk until we reached home.
I let her in and offered her coffee. She smiled, "I drink coffee only in the mornings, but if you have orange juice, soda, or wine, I'll be good."
I poured her a glass of Chardonnay, and she chugged it.
Subsequently, I led her on a tour of my place. Outside, the yard was fenced with a small swimming pool, a jacuzzi for 4, and a tiny flower garden. Inside, the kitchen was small but adequate for a bachelor. There were 3 bedrooms, including a master bedroom with a fancy bathroom attached, another bathroom, and a large, well-furnished living room.
She stood in front of one of the paintings and inspected it. I moved behind her and hugged her waist. She put her hands on mine and leaned backward on my chest. I whispered, "Your smell is pleasant and sweet."
Next, she grabbed both my arms and guided them up, placing them on her covered breasts. She whispered, "Dan, I want you to have me, but please, take it easy."
I guided her to the large bedroom. She stood still and closed her eyes.
I said in a low tone, "Joy dear, I promise to take all the time in the world. If at any point you wish me to stop, I'll do it."
She kept her eyes shut and didn't move. Her pulse was 120 beats per minute. She was nervous and elected to let me take full control. I undressed her slowly. I removed her white blouse, noticing her C-cup lace white bra. Next came the skirt. Her low-cut white panties revealed a flat tummy and a beautifully concave navel. I unclasped the bra and released her gorgeous tits. They protruded forward, proudly displaying her quarter-size dark nipples. I whispered, "Darling, you have the most stunning breasts I've ever seen." She had a little smile but didn't open her eyes. Lastly, I lowered her panties, exposing her cute landing strip with the partially hidden cunt lips.
By that time, my penis was raging, ready to pounce. I undressed quickly, knowing quite well my buddy would have to wait, maybe for a long time. I was dealing with a shy girl who had no knowledge of what sex was except from reading about it and getting hints from movies...
I lay her in bed, rested by her side, and caressed gently her neck. I kissed her, and she spread her lips, inviting my tongue to invade her mouth. I French-kissed her, and she moaned into my mouth. Next, I moved her palm toward my lower abdomen. I didn't push her further, electing to let her choose the time she'd feel comfortable reaching down and touching my member.
My own hand began sliding from her neck to her amazing chest. I cupped her left boob, and she groaned. I started kneading it lightly. She shivered, and her tongue jittered in my mouth. When I first touched her swollen nipple, she moaned loudly, and her palm crawled toward my organ.
She touched it lightly and then tried to engulf it. The circumference of my shaft was too large, and she gasped, "I am not sure if my body can take such a big thing..."
"Honey, don't worry. As promised, I am not going to force myself on you. Just relax, and we can feel each other. If you decide to stop at that, I'll obey. No pressure; tonight is the first meeting of our bodies. Let's just enjoy touching and caressing."
Her breathing slowed down after my short speech, and her hand began exploring my large sack, the shaft, and the purple head. In the meantime, my fingers tweaked her nipple, which hardened rapidly.
I felt her heart rate slowly increase again, and her breathing turned heavy. Her arousal was building. My hand gradually descended from her tit to her soft abdomen and gingerly advanced toward her sex. As it closed on her cunt, she held her breath. I avoided her clitoris, and my finger fluttered over her outer labia. The folds were soaked with her juices.
I whispered in her ear, "Your tits are amazing, and your vagina feels so good and nicely moist."
She murmured, "I am so horny but scared to death."
"I know, and I am in no hurry. I just want to touch and feel you down there."
Next, my forefinger slowly crept into her opening and gingerly penetrated inside. She moaned, and her palm squeezed my pole. My forefinger advanced slowly, eventually meeting her hymen. The membrane covered about half the area of her vagina with a small hole in the middle, allowing my finger to go further inside her wet pussy. I pulled my finger back halfway and tenderly rubbed the front wall of her vagina.
All of a sudden, her torso jolted, and her body shook. She began to orgasm and screamed, "Oh my god! I can't control my body... OH MY!"
I continued lightly massaging her anterior pussy wall for 10 minutes before slowing down. The whole time Joy's palm was squeezing my engorged pecker. How I did not erupt in her hand was beyond me, but I was able to resist climaxing.
Gradually, Joy recovered. Initially, she looked dazed and confused. When she could focus her eyes on my face, she smiled and hugged me, "Thank you. I recall being both scared and extremely aroused. My hand clutched to something, and suddenly, an earthquake swallowed me, and I was flying, unable to do anything about it. I heard myself crying. It was an out-of-this-world experience. I'll tell you a secret: Every now and then, I masturbated, and some of these times climaxed, but it never felt as powerful as this one. You were so considerate... You didn't reach an orgasm despite your own arousal. Dan, I owe you. Will you let me pleasure YOU now?"
I smiled, "Joy, I was happy to help you overcome one hurdle. We had a good beginning. You don't HAVE to do anything. Rest now, and we'll move on slowly."
She pleaded, "Danny, I'll feel bad if I leave you without trying to return the favor. Please, give me a chance."
"OK, girl, if you insist."
I lay on my back with my legs slightly apart and waited for her to make up her mind what she wanted to do. She looked at me and placed her hand around my shaft.
She kissed my lips and ignored me when I tried to insert my tongue into her mouth. Her head moved steadily south, licking a nipple, continuing to my 6-pack and reaching an inch above my hard cock. She caressed the mushroomed head, licked it gently, and whispered, "It tastes good, but it's so big..."
Next, she sucked lightly on the tip and retreated. A large drop of precum appeared on top. She mumbled, "Good, now I can really taste you." She rolled the drop in her mouth with her tongue and murmured, "Not bad. It's slightly salty but not bad at all."
Subsequently, her lips spread as much as she could and advanced to envelop the soft head. The lips squeezed it and reached the distal part of my shaft. Her tongue found its way out and licked my meat in an effort to facilitate her advance forward.
The girl tried hard. Her lack of experience showed as she stopped multiple times to grasp for air. However, after several minutes, 4 inches of my cock were nestled in her small mouth. She stopped there, winked at me, and started bobbing, gradually accelerating the speed. Obviously, she was afraid to move forward and gag, so she chose to play it safe and suck on a smaller part of my organ.
Her milking intensified, and I felt her palm fondling my sack, jiggling softly my testicles. The combination of feeling her ministrations, watching her mouth glide along my cock, and knowing it was her first blow job - All were enough to send me toward a huge climax.
I barely had time to warn her, "Joy, I'm about to cum..." and then my prick started ejaculating. I tried to keep still and refrained from holding the back of her head, letting her decide if and how much she could take in. Initially, she almost choked but recovered quickly and struggled to swallow as much as she could. The flood of slimy seeds ended after about 30 seconds. Joy managed to swallow about half my spunk, and the rest leaked on my lower abdomen. She gave me a victorious grin and bent her head to lick the rest.
I was stunned. For a novice, she did great! She took on a bigger-than-average tool, milked it efficiently without major gagging, swallowed much of it as it spurted, and afterward, even cleaned the residue with her tongue!
When Joy was done, she moved up, leaned her head on my chest, and said, "I did it because I felt I needed to do it. However, I didn't suffer one bit. You didn't push or force me, and I took my time to learn how to do it. I wasn't sure how your juice would taste, but it wasn't bad. It tasted like a more concentrated precum - Somewhat oily, slightly bitter tangy, and even minimally sweet. I think next time I'll be better."
I kissed her forehead and said, "Honey, you did much better than I could imagine. Let's rest now."
The first time we had a full sexual encounter was 3 days later. We were both highly aroused, and she mumbled, "Danny, I think it's time to take the plunge. Please, put it in."
Before doing it, I inserted 2 fingers into her pussy, trying to enlarge the existing hole in her hymen. It was a partial success, and I knew she'd feel some pain when my large girth invaded her tight hole.
I French-kissed her, pinched her nipple lightly, and used the tip of my cock's purple head to trigger her sensitive clitty. Her orgasm began, and then I moved in to break the last barrier. I waited for the right moment, and when she was screaming her heart out, I shoved it in. Her mouth clutched to mine, and she whimpered. I waited for her to overcome the initial pain and then started my strokes. Within less than a minute, she yelled, "Faster. Fuck me faster, please." I intensified my pounding and saw her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Her mouth was alternating between crying and screaming unintelligible gibberish. Her orgasm manifested in her eyes rolling inside her head, the heavy breathing, a pulse of 150 per minute, and being totally unaware of the situation.
I continued plowing mercilessly inside her tortured, tight pussy, enjoying immensely the fantastic friction of my cock with the vagina's walls. After a long session of relentless ramming, I couldn't hold it anymore and erupted deep in her pussy. To my surprise, my member continued being hard. I took advantage of it, and my drilling lasted an additional 2 minutes.
When I was done, I went to the bathroom, freshened myself, and returned to bed. Joy was still with her eyes shut, covered with sweat, but her heart rate diminished. I hugged her and whispered, "Honey, are you all right?"
She smiled, opened her eyes, and mumbled admiringly, "I never thought it would feel so good. The pain was mild and short-lived. Your magic wand performed miracles. Every minute or so, my vagina still contracts and reminds me of the heavenly pleasure. Now that the obstacle is no longer there, I expect a repeat will be enjoyable and without pain. I need to sleep now. When will I see you again?"
I laughed, "Girl, we just got rid of the ultimate hurdle to a full, intimate relationship. By tomorrow, you'll know better what you think about what happened today, and we can decide how often we see each other, what we like to do together outdoors, and future sexual encounters."
When I took her home, she gazed at me, "I may be wrong, but I think you opened a Pandora's Box..."
"Honey, let me know tomorrow."
The following evening, Joy called me, "Today, in class, 3 of my girlfriends told me I looked pinkish and happier than usual. Barbara even added that if she didn't know I was the ultimate virgin, she'd suspect it was afterglow. I just smiled and kept silent. On a more burning issue - In the last hour, I feel a nagging itch in my pussy. I know you are not a doctor, but can you think of a potential cure?"
"Can you come to my house now?"
"Only if you promise me to cum again."
I chuckled, "We both have only sex on our minds."
In the next 2 months, we were having sex at least once every weekday and 3 times on weekends. I guided her through various positions, on different surfaces, and even outdoors. She was insatiable, and I was happy to help. Her breathtaking body and willingness to participate in any position were simply great.
Six months later, we got married. If we eliminate our sleeping and eating times, our honeymoon in Vegas was a prolonged session of sexual bliss. We returned home to LA tired but ready to resume sex whenever free.
Our first year was the happiest we had ever been. The passion was strong, and we didn't need to talk much: Our bodies did the talking. In the second year, we began having minor conflicts.
Joy was working as a junior software analyst in a small firm.
The sex was as fantastic as before, but household chores, priorities about how to spend our money, and whether to have children were causing tensions.
I wasn't ready for it, but one day I returned home and saw 3 large suitcases by the door. Joy sat on the sofa with tears in her eyes, "Danny, I think it's time for me to leave. Sex is great, but everything else is broken. We cannot talk to each other without shouting. I hate this life and decided on a divorce before we have children and cause them undue grief."
I begged her to stay and promised to change but to no avail. She was determined to go. The divorce took place a few months later. Joy quit her job and disappeared without notifying me where she was going.
In the first month that followed, I was heartbroken.
One evening, Janet and Jerry came to my house and dragged me to a party. I was still depressed, but with Janet's help, I met a couple of girls. I started going out more often and gradually was ready to get out of my slump.
With no restriction of monogamic relations, I began dating 2-3 girls in parallel. Of course, it wasn't a decent thing to do, especially since most ladies had no clue I was having intimate relations with others at the same time. But I felt like a free butterfly without the need to be attached again. Not long after, I met young people, males and females, who felt like me: Life was short - Enjoy it while you can. Then, we moved to form a close-knit group, including sexual encounters with more than one partner at a time.
Two years later, on my birthday, my phone rang. It was Joy, "Hi Dan. I called to congratulate you on your birthday."
"Thank you. I haven't heard from you for years. Where do you live now, and how are you doing? Have you married again?"
"I am not married. I had lived and worked in Boston until 3 months ago when I decided to move back to LA."
"Why? Didn't you like your job? Was the mentality of local people or culture different?"
"Actually, I was doing well in my job and was promoted to senior analyst. The workplace atmosphere was pleasant, too. My issue was meeting the right person to spend time with."
I laughed, "Joy, if I remember correctly, the last time I saw you, you were very pretty with a sexy and perfect body. You are smart and have a satisfying job. In my book, you are the ideal woman every man would drool to meet. What's the problem?"
Her voice soured, "The answer is simple: YOU spoiled me."
"What are you saying?"
"You were my first boyfriend, husband, and sex partner. After I left you, I dated 7 different men and had sex with 5 of them. Nobody came close to you satisfying me. I crave the sex I had with you."
"Are you hinting you return to LA because of me?"
"Danny, are you married?"
"No, and I don't plan to do it in the near future."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Since you left, I dated multiple women. At present, I see and have sex with 3 different women."
"Why do you do it? Couldn't you find one who will satisfy all your needs?"
"I discovered that it was nice to be a butterfly. Why commit to one if she can break your heart? Right now, I live the good life without any commitments."
"Danny, I miss you."
"Dear Joy, we had our chances and blew them."
"I miss the sex part and not the rest."
"I enjoyed our sexual encounters but have no intention to give up on my current lifestyle."
"What if I agree to your terms?"
"I am not sure I understand what you imply."
"After 2 years devoid of good sex, I am desperate and agree to do everything you wish in order to continue having sexual encounters with you. You do not have to marry me, and I am not even asking for exclusivity, but I need to feel your body ravaging mine to enjoy life again."
"Joy, I've changed in the last 2 years. It's no longer just sex with A woman. Frequently, I do it in a three-way with either another man or a woman. I participate in B&D and even rare S&M sessions."
She begged, "Danny, please, I'll do everything you wish. My body needs you. If you tell me to fuck another man or sleep with a woman, I'll do it. I crave the unmatched sexual experiences I had with you..."
"If I agree, what do you expect to happen down the road?"
"Except for sex with you whenever you can spare me the time, I have no expectations. As I mentioned before, if you choose to have sex with me and others, that's up to you."
I thought for a moment and then blurted, "I promised my friend, Blake, to have a threesome with one of my ladies. I haven't mentioned it yet to any of them. Would you like to join us?"
"Yes, I do."
"You don't care how old he is or how he looks like?"
"Danny, I see you haven't gotten it yet. If you are there too, I'll do anything you choose with anybody."
"One last comment: With 2 men on board, the encounter may last longer and, most likely, end with your 3 holes being used."
"Danny, after a drought of 2 years, more rain than usual is a blessing, if you know what I mean."
"Can you be at my house on Saturday at 10 am?"
"I'll be there. Any special requests? Would you like me to bring something? Dress differently?"
"It will be helpful if you dress sexy and bring a good mood. By the way, Blake is a very good friend, handsome, and a good sex partner. We've done it 3 times before, so as long as you are compliant, by the time we are done, you are likely to be tired but 99% you'll have a lot of fun."
When we hung up the phone, I contacted Blake and told him to be at my house at 9:45 am. He asked me who would be our girl, and I said, "You'll see. You haven't met her yet, but I talked about her multiple times."
He laughed, "You dog! It's your former wife... No other woman you mentioned to me more than once."
"Right. Now be here on time."
Saturday morning, I shaved, arranged the house to look half decent, put on new sheets and towels, ensured the jacuzzi was ready, and put snacks, beers, red and white wines, and some fruits on the kitchen table. I didn't forget to place a few condoms, KY jelly, and a Jack Rabbit in the drawer by the bed.
Blake showed up on time. He was dressed in clean jeans and a flannel shirt. He looked good. He was 34 years old, 5'10", and 180 pounds of mostly muscle. His manly face, dark skin, and thick hair made him a favorite among our girls. His pleasant demeanor and 7.5" cock were a bonus...
I offered him a beer, and he asked me about Joy. I knew we had little time and answered, "There is no chance for reconciliation and remarriage. She craves the sex she had with me before and agrees to participate in our games in any capacity."
I barely finished the sentence and heard a soft knock on the door. I opened it, and Joy entered. She wore a short red dress with ample cleavage that emphasized her C-cup tits. Her shapely legs ended with a 4"heel red shiny shoes.
She kissed me on the cheek and turned to my friend, "I assume you are Blake; nice to meet you."
Blake seemed hypnotized by her beauty and had difficulty talking, "Joy, it's a pleasure to meet you in person at last."
"The pleasure is all mine. According to Dan, you are the total package."
Blake recovered and smirked, "Did he talk about my personality or my package?"
She chuckled, "Mostly about your appearance and behavior, but the way I understand, we'll be able to check the other thing as well. Will one of you be a gentleman and pour me a glass of the white wine?"
Both of us jumped. I hinted to him to sit by Joy and filled her glass with a drink. She chugged everything and returned me the empty glass, "Sorry guys, I needed it. Blake, tell me a little about yourself."
"I met Dan about 2 months after you two separated. He was depressed, and so was I after my wife passed away from cancer. Slowly, we started getting out more, met several others, and created a nice group that met occasionally for different reasons."
"Sound nice."
I put on soft music and extended my hand to joy. She stood up, grinned, and we began a slow dance. As we moved on the floor, she whispered in my ear, "Blake looks cute. You were right." I whispered back, "I wouldn't lie to you."
As I was whispering, I watched Blake ogling her bubble butt. I winked at him.
When the dance ended, Joy began sipping her second glass, likely to calm her anxiety. I didn't object and planned to build the atmosphere slowly.
When she was ready to sit, Blake stood up and asked her, "Will you do me the honor and dance with me, too, when you feel like it?"
"How about now?"
They started dancing, and soon enough, Joy leaned her head on his chest and put her hands around his neck. Her body was almost glued to his. He looked at me quizzingly, and I showed a thumbs-up sign. During the second song, I noticed him grimacing. My guess was right on: Joy's closeness aroused him, and he was sporting an erection. He whispered something in her ear. She stared at his face for a moment and then directed her eyes down to his groin. She smiled and whispered back to him. He chuckled, and they continued dancing with his hard prick against her soft tummy and her barely covered tits crushed against his chest. I moved behind her, hugged her waist, and joined them on the floor. She felt my hands, pushed her ass onto my groin, and gyrated it slowly, reminding me of the good old times. My organ started stirring and soon was steely stiff. Joy was now sandwiched between 2 horny guys.
We continued dancing for another minute, and then Joy stopped, stared at the tents in our pants, and asked seductively, "Boys, it's time to move to another room. Don't you think?"
Blake looked at me, and I said, "I agree with Joy. We can dance later if we wish. Right now, Blake and I have a small issue that requires special treatment."
She giggled, "It seems to me the issues are not THAT small. If you show me the ISSUES, maybe I can help."
I was impressed by Joy's behavior. Before our separation, she was ready to participate in any act I suggested, as long as the two of us were the only ones on board, but refused any other person to join in. Now, she seemed thrilled to have Blake with us. Was it the alcohol effect? Was she so desperate to have sex with me that she forced herself to behave against her character? Did she change so much in 2 years that now everything-goes sex is her new mantra? I was curious to know the answer but, irrespectively, happy about the result...
As we moved to the bedroom, Joy winked at me, "Dan, honey, you've seen my body before. Blake hasn't. I suspect he is too nice to ask for a show. Will you be a good helper and undress me for your friend? And take your time. I'd like to watch him observe and see if he likes what he sees. Blake, Danny is going to strip me, but before he starts, take off your clothes and have on only your underwear. This way, I'll be able to judge better your level of enjoyment and arousal. Is it OK, darling?"
Blake's face flushed as he removed his shirt and pants and remained in his briefs. His pecker was already at half-mast and reached to just below the waistband. Dan sat on the bed's edge, and I moved behind her.
I unzipped her tight dress, and it gradually fell from her shoulders to her waist. The nude color silk bra covered the bottom part of her breasts, exposing the creamy round top parts. As I continued unzipping her, the dress loosened more, eventually landing on the soft rug. Her low-cut panties revealed a pretty navel, pierced with a tiny ring.
Joy's eyes were focused on Blake, alternating between his face and groin. During the slow striptease, I noticed his cock continued extending and curving at the waistband. Next, I unclasped the pretty bra. Joy smiled at Blake and swayed her boobs slightly. Seconds later, the bra was lying on the floor, joining the dress. Her free tits bounced and displayed swollen nipples.
Blake licked his lips and ogled the tempting sight. I knew exactly what he felt - Years ago, I felt the same when she undressed for me. Blake's pole grew further, bending at a dangerous angle under the waistband and threatening to tear the briefs.
Joy chortled, "Blake dear, we are risking your treasured asset. Please remove your underwear and let your rod breathe."
He had a sigh of relief and removed his briefs. His long organ thrust upward, and the soft head was now above his belly button.
I lowered Joy's panties, and Blake's pecker twitched.
Joy stared at his face, "Oh, honey, apparently you like what you see. I heard from Danny you'll join us and added red-hot lipstick. I thought you might like to watch his former wife's red lips sucking your fantastic tool. Was I right?"
I must admit I've watched Blake a few times before during our acts together, but never seen him like that. He seemed frozen, mesmerized by Joy's sexy show. He swallowed his saliva.
Joy, now fully naked, moved forward, knelt before him, and gently touched his swollen member, "Oh, my! That's a real beauty. May I use it as a pacifier? My mouth may be too small, but I'd like to try." He was still transfixed and stayed silent.
Subsequently, she turned her head to me and murmured, "Danny, in the next few minutes, my mouth will be busy with Blake. If you wish to take the opportunity to explore my body from the back, you are welcome."
She didn't waste any time, and his long dick began disappearing in her mouth. I moved behind her, and my fingers explored her cunt. It was drenched. The lady was horny!
After her erotic display, my erect cock pointed to the ceiling. I aimed it at her pussy's entrance and shoved it all the way in. She moaned but continued taking in his rod. She stopped when there were 2" left outside, and her head began moving up and down on his organ.
Blake's grimace told me he won't be able to hold for long. My left hand grabbed her left tit and started pinching the nipple while my right found her love nub and tweaked it roughly. God may have helped - My 2 playmates began to orgasm at the same time. My own climax started several seconds later, and I released my sperm in her tight tunnel. As I was cumming, I noticed Joy's palm squeezing Blake's shaft, and her lips milking the slimy stuff as it was dumped in her oral cavity.
I wondered how, in the throes of a massive climax, she could concentrate on doing it so efficiently...
When we were done, Blake leaned back on the bed while Joy and I lay on the floor. Before closing my eyes, I whispered in her ear, "You were fantastic, but it was only the appetizer." She winked, "I hope so."
Joy moved first and announced, "I am going to the shower."
Blake sat up, and I said, "Guys, the jacuzzi is ready for us. It's a nice place to relax and have snacks and drinks."
Blake and I entered the bubbly water, and I asked him, "What do you think so far?"
He laughed, "Joy is super-sexy. Her body is heavenly, and as a somewhat religious guy, I believe god created her body, especially for sex."
"I agree. When I first met her, she was a virgin. It took me a while to teach her to enjoy sex, but seeing her now, she behaves like a highly trained sex worker, no pun intended."
He grinned, "I sense she likes to make us drool over her. Any suggestion on how you want the next phase to be?"
"I'd like DP - I take the front and you the back."
"Dan, it sounds terrific. I imagine her anus is rather narrow. I love fucking tight holes!"
Joy came out of the bathroom smiling, "Boys, you didn't wait for me?" She entered gingerly into the hot water with her glorious tits swaying from side to side.
Blake grinned, "Joy, I see your beautiful breasts are struggling to keep themselves in place. Do you need my help to massage... sorry, I meant to hold them for you?"
"Blake, honey, I'd appreciate all the help I can get. At the same time, if you can suggest a solution to the nagging itch I have had in my cunt since I came out of the shower, I'll be very grateful."
Soon enough, our bodies intermingled in the jacuzzi. It wasn't a serious sex act but rather a game of catching, cupping, tweaking, rubbing, and licking. Joy was, as expected, the center of attention. Her body parts were manipulated nonstop, and her hands were continuously busy with our cocks. No wonder 15 minutes later, Blake and I were already sporting erections again. She giggled, "Darlings, are you ever sated? Do you expect a vulnerable girl to take on 2 studs? Shall I call 911 and see if there is a hero who can save me from being abused by your hungry organs?"
"Sorry, lady. It's too late. Didn't your mother teach you not to play with fire?"
She mumbled, "She told me that, but now that I am older, I thought the risk be lower."
We dried and moved back to my bedroom.
I lay on my back with my legs apart. Joy already knew what to do. She straddled my legs further, crawled between my thighs, and began to perform one of her signature blow jobs. Blake joined behind her, moved forward, and started tweaking Joy's mammaries. She felt his expanding member and her hand shifted back, giving him a hand job. Her oral and manual jobs worked miracles. Blake and I were rock-hard in a very short time.
Next, I pulled her up on top of me, inserted my member into her wet pussy, and pounded her vagina at a steady pace. Then I pulled her thighs slightly forward. Meanwhile, Blake grabbed the KY jelly, smeared a generous amount on his cock and Joy's ass crack, and penetrated her puckered hole with his forefinger. He circled the inside of her sphincter a couple of times before inserting a second finger. She moaned, knowing quite well what was coming. She turned her head to Blake and whispered, "Just do it. I fantasized about double penetration for over a year and would love to experience it at last."
Blake pulled his fingers and took his time to slowly push his raging organ into her well-lubricated anus. While his tool was longer than mine, it was somewhat thinner and slipped in easily. With my cock in her pussy and his in her bowels, it felt very crowded down there. Our pricks moved one against the other, creating an awesome feeling. I was able to bend my neck and suck on her hard nipple while going in and out of her snatch. Blake kneaded her clitoris while his member was happy to be squeezed by her sphincter. He was ready to climax.
Joy preceded him, and suddenly, she shuddered and began crying. Blake orgasmed soon after, feeling her sphincter spasming on his organ during her highly excited state. Watching my partners cumming together triggered my own arousal. I felt my testicles contract, emit my seed into the urethra, and then I exploded in Joy's pussy for a major bliss.
When he finished, Blake slowly retracted from her anal canal and rolled on his back. Then, I stopped moving in her cunt, and Joy disengaged, rushed to the bathroom, and announced, "Guys, I am first..." We laughed.
I asked Blake about his plans for the evening and found out he needed to leave. When Joy was done, he took a long shower, dressed up, kissed Joy's cheek, and declared, "Lady, you are beautiful. On a scale of 0 to 10, I'd rate your performance as 12! If you are ever in the mood for a repeat, let me know. You'll find out Lewis Hamilton's driving record will be broken..."
- Next page: Chapter 02
