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Beth and I were lying in bed together naked. We had regularly met up for sex since that Sunday a few months previous when our post-church women's morning coffee had spiralled a bit out of control.
Since then, whenever Jeff was out of town (which was quite regularly), Beth would come around to keep me company and we would usually end up in bed together. With Beth's company, I was not feeling lonely at all when Jeff was away (to be honest, I even looked forward to it).
Over the previous few months, I had had more orgasms than in the rest of my life combined. With Jeff, I had never fully enjoyed sex. When we did it, I would get excited and just as I was starting to feel the pleasure building, it would end. It was all so frustrating. Whenever I had tried to discuss how I felt with Jeff he would always shut down the conversation. As though there was something unseemly about a woman having sexual desires.
With Beth, feeling satisfied by sex was a whole new experience; one that I was enjoying greatly. Nonetheless, there was a nagging feeling within me.
"Beth?"
"Yes?"
"Do you have sex with people other than me?"
Beth looked up with a half-smile on her face. "Are you asking me if we are exclusive? You do recall that you are still married?"
"Hah! That doesn't mean that I am having sex with anyone other than you."
"Well, for the record, I do have sex with other people, though you are the main one that I having been having sex with recently."
"Do you have sex with both men and women?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Just wondering."
Beth was idly running her fingers over my stomach. "Kathryn, do you enjoy what we do together?"
"Of course!"
"But you also enjoyed what you did with Ricky?"
Having sex with Ricky had started all of this off and led to me being here with Beth. I had not seen him much since. Jeff had been there when he said goodbye to us before he went to college, so Ricky and I had not discussed what had happened between us; far less repeated it. When he left, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug and said "Thank you for everything." I tried to give him a meaningful look that I hoped he would understand but that Jeff would miss.
"I did enjoy it, yes."
"So, you still like having sex with men? Not only women?"
"Yes. I am still more into men than women. But being married to Jeff does not give me so many opportunities to have sex with men."
"And when you do it is not great."
"That is true."
"Would you like to have more sex with men?"
"Umm...yes I would."
"You would like some masculine sexuality?"
As enjoyable as sex with Beth was, I did miss something about having sex with a man. "Masculine sexuality" seemed to sum up quite well a longing I had felt since I recently heard about Pamela and Bunny's sex with their husbands.
"I kind of do. Yes," I said.
"But not if they did it like Jeff?"
"Ha, ha! I guess not...Where is this heading?"
"When is Jeff next away?"
"He will be away next weekend from Friday morning round to Monday evening."
"Perfect! I might have something special for you."
"What is it?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course."
Beth kissed me but would not give me any details. Just that she would pick me up on the Friday evening.
The following Friday, Jeff had left in the morning, barely saying goodbye to me. The whole day I had been unable to concentrate on much as I knew that I was seeing Beth in the evening. She came around at 8pm as arranged.
As per her recommendation, I was wearing a white sundress with spaghetti straps that tied up on the shoulders, and black leather stiletto ankle boots. I had done my hair in double French braids.
When I saw Beth, my eyes widened, and my pussy started whirring. She was dressed like a catholic schoolgirl, if the catholic school encouraged sluttiness. She had a tight white crop top that was open in the middle and tied in a knot just under her breasts. I could clearly see the outline of her nipple piercings through it. Her green pleated plaid skirt only just covered her butt, and on her feet, she had ruffled bobby socks and black stilettos.
"Wow! You look amazing," I said.
"Thank you," she said. "You look amazing too."
We kissed, got in her car and she drove us away. It soon became obvious that we were heading to the city, about half an hour away.
When we got there, we parked in a carpark under a building and took the elevator up to the 20th floor. Coming out of the elevator we went through a door that had a sign saying, "EJ Enterprises", and into a lobby where a beautiful black woman in her mid-twenties sat behind a desk.
"Hi, Beth! How are you?" she said.
"Hi, Tricia. Very well. And yourself?"
"All good."
Beth handed 'Tricia' a card, which she looked at. "You plus one?" Tricia said to Beth and smiled at me. I smiled back. Tricia stamped the card and handed it back.
"You know where to go, Beth."
"Yes. See you later."
"Hope so."
We went through a door and into a room with some lockers. Beth had recommended I bring a change of clothes with me which she put into one of the lockers.
"Are you wearing panties?" she asked.
I nodded.
"You probably won't need them," she smiled.
I removed my panties and handed them to Beth, and she put them in the locker.
Beth looked me up and down and said "I think you need something." She then went back to her bag.
She put leather bands on my wrists and reached up and put a leather choker around my throat. She then got a thin metal chain out of her bag and passed it through metal hoops that I now noticed were on the bands and on the choker. She then clicked the two ends of the chain together. If I stretched my hands out, the chain would form a triangle from my wrists to my neck. When Beth held the chain, I could slide my wrists up and down the chain. The chain was long enough that I could lower my wrists to around my waist but not much below that, unless I bent over.
While she was doing this, I was fascinated by it, but now that it was finished and Beth held the chain, I suddenly questioned whether my trusting Beth in this situation was naivety.
Beth must have noticed my nervousness because she looked me in the eyes and said "Kathryn, just remember you don't have to do anything you don't want to. And if at any time you are too uncomfortable, just let me know and we can leave and never come back...and that is perfectly ok."
"Ok," I said and smiled.
With that, Beth locked away her bag, kissed me and, pulling me gently by the chain, walked me through a door on the other side of the room.
The room we entered looked like a nightclub, though there was no dancefloor. On the wall to my left was a bar and on the walls in front and to the right were large windows through which you could see the lights of the city. Around the room there were various couches, benches and some slightly raised cushioned platforms, where people in various stages of undress were having sex with each other. I found it all so fascinating that it was hard not to stare. Each time I caught someone's eye they would look me up and down and smile to me, and I would smile back.
"There is someone I want you to meet," said Beth and she led me over to a couch, where an elegant black woman sat. I would guess she was in her early fifties in a stylish black halter dress with strands of grey through her locs.
"Hello, Ms Jones," said Beth.
"Hello, Beth, and how are you this evening?"
"Very well, Ms Jones." and with that Beth raised her mini skirt revealing her freshly waxed pussy to 'Ms. Jones'.
"So, I see."
Ms Jones turned to me "and who is this?"
"This is Mrs. Williams."
"Pleased to meet you, honey. I am Ms. Jones." She reached out her hand which I shook.
Ms Jones smiled "and how are you this evening?"
Taking my cue from Beth I said, "Very well." and raised my dress to reveal my trimmed pussy to Ms Jones.
"Mmmm...very nice" said Ms Jones as she slid a hand up the inside of my leg. I spread my legs slightly to allow her access to my pussy. She gently rubbed my slit causing it to immediately become wet. She looked me in the eye as she slid her middle finger into my pussy and massaged my clit with her thumb. She expertly manipulated my pussy, causing me to close my eyes in pleasure. Very soon I found myself racing to my first orgasm of the night.
As Ms Jones withdrew her finger from me, she brought it to her mouth and sucked my pussy juice off it.
"Now, honey. Could please be dear and lick my pussy for me?"
I knelt down in front of her as she raised her skirt, revealing her pussy to me. For a moment I just took it in. The sight of the tight black curls with flecks of grey in them, the full lips and the enlarged clit had me salivating.
The heat and the aroma of her pussy excited me beyond measure. I licked and sucked her pussy lips to get every drop of her juice. It tasted like nectar.
"Oooh, that's it, honey!" she moaned as I took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it. I wanted to taste every bit of her pussy from her perineum to her clit. The past few weeks with Beth had given me taste for women, and I loved the taste of Ms Jones.
I felt her hands on my head as I sucked on her clit and worked a finger inside her. Her hands gripped me tightly as an orgasm washed over her. I sat back on my heels; my face covered in pussy juice.
"Is it ok if this woman sucks my dick?"
I suddenly noticed two men standing either side of me. The one who had spoken was a tall, black man, I guessed in his fifties. Bald, with a barrel chest and a stomach that I immediately imagined using as a pillow. Underneath that was a very large penis with a bulbous head on it. Granted I had only seen two penises before, but I felt his must be a large one.
The other man was a white man I would guess in his thirties; fit body and a similarly alluring penis.
"If she is as good at sucking dick as she is at licking pussy, you are in for a treat, Earle," said Ms Jones.
I grasped 'Earle's' penis as Ms Jones moved over to the other man. I found that I could fit both of my hands next to each other along the shaft of his penis, with the head sticking out the end. I wanted to suck that penis like I had never wanted to before. It was not even about pleasing this man. I wanted to taste and feel it for myself.
I began licking around the head savouring the taste. When I put it in my mouth I needed to stretch to do so. I was sucking and licking the head while my hands were working the shaft.
The two men undid the straps holding my dress on my shoulders. They roughly played with my breasts, while they were getting serviced by me and Ms Jones. I found that I quite enjoyed the rougher handling of my breasts.
When I took more of Earle's penis into my mouth, I was very quickly filled with it. His dick was now covered in my spit which made it easy for me to work the shaft while sucking on the head. I so wanted to taste every inch of it. I ran my tongue from the bottom to the top of the shaft while playing with his balls.
Earle raised me to my feet and, holding my chain, walked me over to a cushioned platform. He lay down on it and motioned for me to sit on his face. I slid my dress off, and in just my ankle boots I squatted down over him. He grabbed my ass and pulled my pussy to his mouth. His tongue licked all over my pussy lips and up to my clit. He was not gentle like Beth usually was. Rather he licked and sucked on me like he was devouring a side of beef.
Earle's forcefulness was something that I did not know I desperately needed. I was in heaven at his roughness. He was driving me to such heights but I wanted his penis in me so badly. I raised myself off his mouth and slid my pussy down to his dick.
It was so large that I had to gently ease myself onto it. Between my spit on his cock and all the juice that was spilling out of my pussy I ended up sliding easily over it.
"Ohhh! God!!" I screamed as I felt his dick stretch and fill me up. As my mind recovered from the initial feeling of being impaled, I began moving on him. Even Ricky's was nothing compared with this. I rested my hands on Earle's ample chest while I rolled my hips over his dick. I opened my eyes and could look out across the city as Earle met my hip rolls with his thrusts.
On the next platform over, Ms Jones was riding the other man from before. She had also discarded her dress and was a magnificent sight. Her big round booty and large breasts rising and falling with her movements looked divine. She looked over and blew me a kiss, which I returned.
Earle knew just how to use such a large penis. His large strong hands grasping and guiding my hips as he matched my movements so that it never felt painful...only fulfilling in more ways than one.
I lost track of how many orgasms I had while impaled on Earle's impressive shaft. Eventually, I slumped forward, kissed him on the cheek and thanked him. "You're welcome," he smiled back.
I got off Earle but, despite the orgasms I'd had, I was in no way satiated. Possibly because I had only had a life of occasional, mediocre sex, I was now craving it like I had never done before. Spending time with Beth had filled a certain need but right now I needed 'masculine sexuality' to fill me.
As I was looking around for another sexual partner Beth came up to me. She had discarded her top but still had her micro-miniskirt on. "Looks like you are having fun."
"I am but..."
"You want more?"
"God, yes. I crave more, to be honest."
"I have just the thing for you," she smiled.
Taking me by the chain, Beth led me over to an apparatus that looked like a padded table around hip-height. She positioned me on one side of it and bent me over it. On the other side, she attached my chain below the top of the table, such that I was now bent over the edge of the table and could only raise myself slightly off it.
Beth squatted down to get face to face with me. "Now remember, you can say no at any time."
I nodded my head. Beth kissed me and moved away.
It was not long before a couple of men approached me with their penises right at the level of my face. I gratefully took them in my hands and sucked on them alternately. I loved the feel and taste of their dicks in my mouth.
Soon I felt someone rubbing my pussy. I looked behind me to see Ms. Jones squatting down grasping my butt cheeks with her face in my pussy. As I continued to suck and rub the penises in front of me, her tongue traced its way around my pussy, lapping up the juices that had been unleashed by Earle. She moved up from my pussy to my asshole and licked around it before returning to my pussy. Oh God, her tongue was amazing!
As I continued to lick, suck and rub the penises in front of me, Ms Jones left my pussy, and I felt someone running their dick along my slit before pushing it inside me. With the two in front of me and now one in my vagina, I realised that I was now serving more men at once than I had had in the rest of my life put together. And I was loving it.
As each man finished another would appear. I never realised the variety of penises there were and I was fascinated. Black, white, long, short, circumcised, and not; I was enjoying each and every one.
An Asian woman in her thirties approached. "Do you also lick pussy?"
"Absolutely," I replied.
She pulled up a stool in front of me and sat with her pussy in my face and her legs over my shoulders. I eagerly got down to licking her pussy while still being fucked from behind.
If you had asked me few months previously if I would enjoy licking another woman's pussy while a man I did not know fucked me from behind, I would have been deeply offended at the suggestion. But here I was, loving it.
As the woman in front of me came and then moved away, I looked up and saw Beth on the couch in front of me with a man. They were both facing my way; he was holding Beth's legs up from behind her knees while his dick was ploughing into her ass. I guess the man behind me must have seen it too because I felt his strokes get quicker and more insistent.
Beth and I locked eyes, and she beamed at me, causing me to smile back. The guy behind me started playing with my clit as all four of us rocketed toward our orgasms. We all seemed to cum within a few seconds of each other.
As the man pulled out of me, I felt spent. Beth came over and unhooked me from the apparatus, and we went over to a couch overlooking the city to relax.
We sat for a moment, then I felt her hand on my thigh and her head on my shoulder.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Oh, Beth. It was amazing...But now I am feeling a bit..."
"Fucked out?"
"Yes." I laughed.
"That's fine. We can go if you like."
"In a moment."
I put my arm around Beth, and we sat on the couch looking at the city lights. I felt a bliss that I had not felt before. A deep and emotional satisfaction.
"Ok. Let's go," I said.
We got up, collected our clothes and started walking towards the door. Looking around, I saw Earle having a drink at the bar with a woman who was holding his penis. I could not see Ms Jones anywhere.
We went to our locker to collect our things, and Beth took me to a room that had showers in it.
"I thought we might need to get a bit clean before we head home."
I thought that was a good idea.
Just as we were stripping off, Ms Jones came around the corner with just a towel around her. "You about to have a shower, honey?"
"Yes, Ms Jones."
"Come on, then."
She took me by the hand to a shower and we washed each other all over. After the night I had had, the sensual pleasure of running the soap over her large breasts, and round her shapely butt, her soft stomach and down to her pussy felt calming. She then massaged the soap all over my body, soothing me as she did so.
As we were drying off, she said "Beth told me about your situation. If you want my help, please call me." And she handed me a business card that read "Ms Allyson Jones. Divorce Attorney."
"Of course, if you just want to call me, that's fine too," she added.
And that is how just a few months later I was divorced from Jeff. Apparently, one of the reasons that he had little interest in our sex life was that he was having sex with a woman at his work, hence all of the business trips. I got the house, the car and a significant amount of money.
And now I am headed out for a 'coffee' with my beautiful divorce attorney.
