Empty Nester 07 - Happily Ever After

Empty Nester 07 - Happily Ever After

A horny MILF finds peace and contentment

Author's note: This story is the seventh and final chapter in a series titled "Empty Nester." The first story set the stage for all the remaining chapters of this adventure. All future stories will continue to chronicle the events of these three lovers. It would be best to read them in order. All characters are fictional, consenting, and over the age of 18. This story is a complete figment of my imagination and not based on any real events or characters. I love to read comments as long as they are constructive.

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I just stood in the parking lot and watched as Tyler and Sharon drove out of sight. Surely Tyler could put the pieces together on his own and would have known that I had just experienced a magical lovemaking session with his beautiful wife. I wondered if he would be upset, jealous perhaps, or was he as accepting as George was when he let me experiment with Marcy and Charlie, not that he didn't also reap the benefits. Men should understand that some women simply need to experience the caring intimacy of another woman.

I anxiously searched my purse for my car keys as a silent panic coursed through my veins. "They should be right here in this small pocket," my brain reasoned as my fingers frantically hunted. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of my car with the contents of my purse scattered across the hood. They weren't there.

I dashed back to the dressing room, remembering that my purse was knocked over during my orgasmic clumsiness. My panic subsided slightly as pleasurable memories of that special moment with Sharon flooded my brain. I could feel my heart racing, very likely a combination of the lustful memory and my current situation. A quick check with the sales lady and the lost and found desk both revealed nothing. I was stranded. God was punishing me.

When I retrieved my phone to call George, I noticed a missed call from Dr. Teresa's office. I clicked on the number, only to hear a message indicating they were closed for lunch between the hours of twelve and one-thirty. Now, I was not only panicking, but extremely annoyed. Would it be that difficult for someone to just answer the damn phone.

"Get a grip," I counseled myself as I aimlessly wandered the cavernous mall in search of the security office. "Just file a report and schedule an Uber," my rational mind reasoned. "Surely, they could somehow keep someone from stealing my car from the parking lot."

The signs directed me to a small side hallway just past the public restrooms. I couldn't help but to chuckle as I walked past the "Closed for Cleaning" sign in front of the women's restroom. My mind flashed to Marcy and I in that nasty truck stop restroom when I made up the story that had Marcy fucking the lucky young male attendant. I almost peeked my head inside just to see if it was a guy or gal doing the cleaning.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I grumbled allowed when I saw the sign indicating the security office was closed for lunch. I guessed that meant that the criminals were all taking a break as well. How fucking ridiculous. I was getting hungry though, and since I was not exactly in a position to drive to a normal restaurant, I would have to settle for some kind of shopping mall food court delicacy. Just one more sign from above.

As I stood in line to order a corn dog and lemonade, I wondered if my car insurance would cover theft in a situation like this. I couldn't help but chuckle as I imagined filling out a police report that detailed exactly how the keys made their way out of my purse. In that moment of reflection, I could almost feel Sharon's fingers slipping sensually inside me, her thumb pressing on my clit, her teeth gently grazing my hard nipple. The distraction not only helped to calm my nerves, it re-ignited that special fire deep inside me.

"Sweetie, the restrooms are right over there," a lovely elderly lady behind me whispered as she pointed. "I can save your place in line if you would like."

At first, I was confused by her offer, I didn't have to use the restroom. Then I realized that I had my legs crossed and my thighs pressed tightly together as my butt gently bounced. It wasn't the sensation of a full bladder that sent my body subconsciously into pee-pee dance mode. No, it was something so much more personal, and there were no panties to help wick it away. I just smiled at the thoughtful lady.

After I ordered, I considered making my way to the restroom and wadding up some toilet paper as a makeshift solution to my leaky situation. It could, after all, be the start of my period that I was feeling spread over my crotch. The material of my lighter colored pants most certainly wouldn't hide that kind of embarrassment. Could this day possibly get any worse?

Before I could act, the young lady behind the counter called my number and stood impatiently waiting for someone to claim the food. I took a deep breath and carefully made my way to the counter. I was shuffling my feet in an attempt to keep my thighs tightly together and hopefully minimize any additional leakage. When I spotted the stack of paper napkins on the counter, I suddenly had an idea.

The small table that I selected was in a fairly isolated location of the food court that offered a seat with my back to everyone. Before you judge me, just remember, I was feeling a bit desperate, so yes, I did covertly stuff a stack of napkins in my pants. I'm not proud of what I did, but I can assure you that no one was even remotely aware. Besides, now I could try and enjoy my corn dog without worrying. I mean seriously, it wasn't like I had a jacket or sweatshirt to drape around my waist, so what choice did I have. What happened next only proved that my decision was the correct one.

"Would you mind if I sit with you?" The little old lady from the line asked as the tap of her cane approached. "I just hate to eat alone."

"Of course," I responded as I turned to assist with her basket of food.

"I just love these corn dogs," the lady said as she grasped the stick and held her corn dog in the air. "They remind me of my Denny."

"How so?" I questioned naively.

"It looks just like his fat wiener," the lady replied with a sly grin. "No matter how old you get, that need just never goes away. Do you have a special man in your life?"

I nodded as I watched with amazement while the sexy little grandma brought the thick corn dog to her lips and kissed it gently. "My Denny always loved it when I did that to him. God, I miss him. He wasn't much of a looker, but he sure made up for it with his wiener."

I couldn't help but compare the corn dog I was holding with my most recent memory of George's cock. I can honestly say that I have never had such an interesting lunch. I have a newfound respect for corn dogs and the absorbency of those rough fast food restaurant napkins. I could sure use something deep inside me right now, and that corn dog was really looking good.

"So, when are you due dear?" the lady asked after she finished with her corn dog.

"Excuse me?" I asked with a questioning look. "Oh god no, I'm not..."

"Well, unless you somehow managed to have an orgasm right here in the mall, that glow on your face can only mean one other thing," she replied with a big smile. "I have four daughters, and I could always tell when they were pregnant, sometimes even before they knew. You have that same look about you."

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked quietly as I did a quick scan of the area. "I just had sex with a beautiful younger woman in the dressing room."

The woman's face brightened as she reached her hand across the table and took hold of mine. "Women are just so much better at it then men," she whispered. "Don't get me wrong, I always loved my Denny, but my hairdresser Marge was the only person in the world that could give me that special feeling inside. I never once got that feeling from Denny's wiener, but I never let on to him. Besides, that thing gave me four beautiful daughters."

As it would happen, this sexy old lady's husband was a truck driver like George, and he was often on the road for weeks at a time. When he was away, Marge would stay with her and "do her hair" whenever the need arose. Surely, Denny knew, she assured me, but he never said a word. Whenever he was home, his needs were always her top priority.

"I love it," I said. "I have just recently started exploring my love for women. I guess that was still considered taboo when I was going through puberty, So I resisted the urge to dabble back then. Young girls nowadays seem much more open to exploring same sex relationships. Back in your day, you would probably have been burned at the stake if anyone found out."

"My one regret," my new friend relayed with a bit of sadness. "I never had the opportunity to experience a virgin lover. My Denny was quite the lady's man and always bragged that he relieved at least three women of their virginity before taking mine. I have often wondered why men always seem to revel in that reality, when they are the ones that could benefit the most from a more mature lover to teach them about women. My Denny always thought he knew best how to please me. He would surely have benefitted from watching Marge and I go at it. I always thought that, if I had a boy, Marge should be the one to teach him about sex and girls."

Our impromptu lunch date was cut short by a phone call from the department store's lost and found. Evidently, someone turned my car keys in. Catastrophe avoided. I thanked the little old lady for her company and cleared the trash from the table.

"If you ever need a little assistance in the dressing room, be sure and look me up," the lady said as I was about to leave. "Oh, and dear, by the looks of that wet spot on your backside, I'd suggest you wear panties the next time."

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The mall is only about a fifteen-minute drive from my house, so I decided I would just leave the soggy napkins in place, and deal with the mess when I got home. When I sat in the car, there was no question as to their presence. I found myself rolling my pelvis forward a little until the soggy paper pressed delicately against my clit. I could sense the gentle vibration of the engine, the deviations in the rough pavement, as every small movement sent tingly jolts through my pussy. I was very much enjoying the drive home as I thought about that horny old grannie and her special hairdresser. I wondered if Marge was still around to "do her hair."

I have to admit that I was slightly annoyed when the magic of that moment was so rudely interrupted by the ringing of my phone. The screen on my car's dash identified the caller as Jackie. I let out a sigh and answered.

"What's up baby?"

"I just needed to hear my mom's voice," a tearful Jackie responded as I rounded the final corner before pulling into the driveway.

I just listened as I made my way into the house and settled onto the sofa. It turns out that Jackie and Jeremy had an intimate moment the night before, and Jackie wanted some love advice from good old mom. I was so very happy to hear that.

"Ever since Jeremy and I came to visit you," Jackie started rambling. "We have kind of been experimenting a little. Not actually having sex, but more about touching each other and some, I guess you would call it, mutual masturbation. Last night, things got a little out of control. We were lying naked in bed together kissing. Jeremy was fingering me with his long fingers. He is so good at finding all of the right spots way up in there, spots that my fingers aren't long enough to reach. I was on my back, and he was laying on his side next to me kissing my nipple. Every time he kisses me like that, I remember that he never had a mother, so he missed that as a baby. He just looked so cute sucking on my boobie, and damn it felt good. When I know ahead of time, I put a towel under my butt because I get so fucking wet."

I couldn't help but to laugh at the thought of my baby girl nursing her boyfriend while her fertile little pussy gushes sweet nectar all over his probing fingers. I could certainly relate to that, especially in my current state.

"What's so funny?" Jackie asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Oh sorry. I was just picturing you and Jeremy doing that. I am kind of having, well wetness issues myself. "I replied. "Dr. Teresa says that I am perimenopausal right now and my hormones are way out of wack. God, I am starting to leak just listening to your story. Please, go on."

"Well, while Jeremy was doing his thing, I was slowly stroking his hard-on. I usually make him put a condom on as soon as he gets hard, since my prescription for the pill ran out a while back. It was just nice to feel his bare skin in my hand as I stroked him. I had my eyes closed and I was imagining that his dick was inside me, and that my hand was a pussy fucking him. The problem was, my hand was dry and my pussy was so wet. If it was going to feel like a pussy, I needed some lube. I thought about rolling over to reach a bottle that I keep in my nightstand, but didn't want the pleasure to stop, not even for a second. Then I had an idea. There was plenty of lube dripping down my butt cheeks and soaking into the towel. I just needed to get some of that on him."

Jackie paused for a second as she tried to regain her composure. "It's okay baby," I said in a consoling voice. "Just take your time."

"I told him to lay on his back and I rolled over and sat on top of him, kind of on my knees with my butt sitting on his thighs and his hard dick sticking up between my legs," Jackie continued. "I was holding it against my pussy and kind of rocking a little as I pressed it against my puffy lips. His head was rubbing against my clit, and my juices were making his shaft all slippery and wet. I lifted my butt up a little, just to get the rest of his dick all wet, then sat back down and kept rocking as my slippery hand held him tight against my crotch. It felt so incredibly personal when our eyes locked. I had my free hand on his chest, his hands were all over my boobs, pinching and pulling my nipples. That was the closest thing to real sex I had ever done, and I was getting so close. I so badly wanted to kiss him when I was cumming. Something in his eyes seemed to suggest that he felt the same way, that same kind of powerful bond. Something I imagined that people feel when they are actually having sex."

Jackie went silent again. "I'm sorry mom," she said cautiously. "Am I being too graphic? I just really need to talk to someone, and, well, you did tell me all about Marcy and Charlie. And let's not forget that I actually walked in on you masturbating."

"I'm pretty sure nothing you could say would embarrass me. Some day I will tell you about my last doctor visit. Please, go on."

"Okay, thanks. So, like I was saying I needed to kiss him before I started cumming. That is such a weird way to describe an orgasm. I actually asked A. I. one time where that word came from and found out that it is from the old English word cuman. I guess that meant 'to arrive.' Well, something deep inside me was about to arrive for sure. Oh, sorry, I'm getting a little crazy just thinking about what happened. Anyway, so I carefully leaned forward as my hips kept rocking; the pressure of his slippery head against my clit was so intense, and I could feel his shaft splitting my pussy lips and rubbing all up and down my pink slit. God, that is another weird word, pussy. That had to come from some dude that liked to pet his cat so much that he ignored his jealous wife. She probably told him that her bush was softer than the cat and desperately in need of a proper petting. 'Pet my hairy little pussy cat honey.' God, I can just hear it. Not exactly sure how appropriate that word is anymore since most girls go hairless now. I guess that makes me a sphinx. I'm not so sure my little hairless kitty cat likes to be petted, but it sure likes to be fingered."

"Focus Jackie," I said with a chuckle. "You're getting off on a tangent again. I want to hear how this all ended. Oh, and for your information, I remember Marcy asking that very question way back in one of our college women's studies classes. The professor told the class that the word pussy somehow originated from the old English word "pusa" which evidently meant pouch. I guess those old English dudes were cuman in the pusa long before either of us were born."

"Wow mom, I can't believe you knew that. That is so cool that someone your age would know something like that. Anyway, I just needed to cuman so badly and my tight little pouch was quivering and clenching in a way that it never had before. When our lips touched in that magic moment, Jeremy grabbed my butt with both hands and slid my body up until I could feel his bulbous head teasing the opening of my juicy little pouch. I don't know what came over me, but I dropped my pelvis and slid back hard, coercing it deep inside me. Its not like I haven't used a dildo before, but damn his dick felt so warm and alive. I could feel it grow inside me just before we both 'arrived' simultaneously. It was so fucking incredible mom. I could actually feel it gushing inside me. I could feel his dick throbbing and jerking while my little pouch tightened and gripped it. Right then and there, I knew I owned that virgin dick. I couldn't stop. It was like I was possessed. I just kept humping his hard dick with my sloppy, slurping pusa until we both 'arrived' again."

Jackie paused again. "When I finally rolled off of him, I just lay there with my legs spread wide diddling my finger just inside my gaping hole. I felt so powerful, like a virgin slayer, but at the same time so vulnerable. I swear I could feel his sperm swimming inside me. I pressed my hand to my crotch to keep them from leaking out. It's been fourteen days mom," Jackie cried. "Fourteen days since my last period. I'm going to get pregnant. I just know it."

"There are things you can do to prevent that Jackie," I said in a calm voice. "Don't you have a clinic on campus?"

"That's just it mom," Jackie replied as her voice cracked. "I think I'm addicted to Jeremy's dick, his sperm. When I woke up this morning, he was laying behind me, spooning me. I could feel his hard dick pressed into my butt crack, I could feel his gentle, sleepy breath on my neck, his innocent grip on my boob. I just had to have more of him, of it. I lifted my leg, just enough to reach between my thighs. As I guided his dick into my, still drooling pouch, I could feel his hand tighten around my boob, his tongue and lips tickle and kissed my neck. He knew exactly what my body needed mom. Somehow, he just knew my clit needed some of that special attention. I could feel his hand sensually trail down my body. Moments after his finger pressed against my sensitive clit, an apocalyptic orgasm inundated me. My eyes went black as my body stiffened and my breath left me. For a brief moment, I thought I had died and gone to heaven, but I could still feel my heart pounding in my chest and an amazing fluttery throbbing deep in my abdomen. I could feel Jeremy thrusting hard and deep, his body slapping against my butt and thighs as he pumped more of that thick white baby-making cream deep inside me. Fuck mom, I can't wait for him to get out of class so we can do it again. How come you never told me how good it feels to be properly fucked? To be impregnated by the man you love. Jeremy and I are going to have a baby."

"How about this," I suggested as I tried to collect my thoughts. "Maybe just take some time to talk this out with Jeremy. Having a baby right now would significantly change both of your futures. What about school, work, a place to live. Perhaps you should stock up on condoms until you can make a trip back here to see Dr. Teresa in a couple of weeks. If it turns out that you are pregnant, we can talk more about it then. Clearly, the oxytocin from all of your lovemaking is clouding your judgement right now."

"Gee thanks mom," Jackie said with a relieved chuckle. "Just what I wanted to hear from my mom, that I fucked myself into some sort of sexual delirium. I guess maybe Jeremy and I should talk about this first. I don't know if I will like the feel of his dick as much when it's wrapped in a condom though. Can you tell much of a difference?"

"I honestly couldn't tell you baby," I responded in a questioning tone. "Your father has never used one, well with me anyway."

"Ah, don't forget that I saw what he did to Marcy," Jackie replied slyly. "I'm not at all sure they make a condom that big anyway. Even if they did, it would have to hold about a pint of cum. Jesus mom, you are one lucky lady. How is it that I don't have at least a dozen siblings?"

I couldn't help but to let out an audible giggle. "I guess I am just now starting to realize that. I have never so much as seen another man's, what do you kids call it, junk. I just thought they were all like that. Your poor dad spent more time masturbating all these years than actually having sex. That is so going to change when he gets back home."

"TMI, mom. TMI," Jackie responded trying to sound offended. "I do have a question on a topic that you are certainly qualified to answer. How long does this stuff keep coming out? I feel like I should be wearing a diaper. My pussy, or wait, pouch, just keeps leaking thick gooey sperm. I've already changed my panties twice this morning."

"I keep a supply of panty liners on hand for that very reason," I happily replied, finally being able to offer my sweet young daughter some advice on the art of lovemaking. "I always thought it would be nice if the guy offered to do a little tongue cleaning after sex to help minimize that problem. I guess I was never brave enough to ask your dad for that service."

"OMG mom, you are brilliant," Jackie responded with a newfound excitement. "If Jeremy and I ever have unprotected sex again, that will be one of the conditions. He likes fucking my little pouch so much that he will most certainly agree."

"One of the conditions?" I questioned with intrigue. "And what, pray tell are the others?"

"He always has to make sure that I cum first," Jackie responded proudly. "I don't know if you are ready to hear the second condition. I don't think your generation quite gets this one."

I chuckled loudly. "Humans have been having sex since the time of Adam and Eve. I'm pretty sure that everything humanly possible has been tried long before your generation was ever thought of. Let me guess, you like a little butthole finger action when you cum."

"Jeez mom, how did you know that?" Jackie responded in astonishment. "Please tell me that dad has never fingered you in the butt. That just sounds so disgusting to think that my own father would do something like that."

"Well, not actually in my butt, but Marcy does seem to like using my own juices to sensually tease my little butthole when she goes down on me. I have to say, there is no better feeling than to have someone lick your clit while they finger your pussy and tease your butthole."

"Who the fuck are you, and what have you done with my mother?" A shocked Jackie questioned. "Jesus mom, I have to admit that does sound really hot."

"Can I ask you something mom?" A much more serious Jackie asked quietly. "If I am pregnant, can Jeremy and I move back in with you and dad? I don't think I could go through something like that without my mommy."

"Of course, baby," I responded as tears flowed freely down my cheeks. "I would love nothing more than to have a full house again."

I paused for a moment before continuing. "There is something I need to tell you though. Something you have to promise not to tell another living soul."

"What mom? You are scaring me. Jesus, tell me you don't have cancer or something."

"Oh no, nothing like that," I assured. "I just need to do something that may cause your father to leave me. I need to experience something that is so completely self centered and self serving, but at the same time has the potential to be so selfless and helpful. I'm going to make love to another man. Well, technically another man and his beautiful wife."

Jackie and I chatted for another hour while I filled her in on my little dressing room experience and my lunch encounter with the cute little grandma. We both laughed and cried, just something that mothers and daughters do. Jackie told me to be sure and take my own advice and insist on a condom. I didn't have the heart to tell her that was never going to happen. I needed the full experience, not some safe modified version of man in woman love. If I was going to make love to another man, he was certainly going to be cuman in my pusa, hopefully more than once.

...

After the phone call ended, I just sat and pondered the possibilities. Jackie was such a good student and had so much potential. A baby could jeopardize all of that. How would they survive? Would she regret that decision? God, I could be a grandmother. That actually sounded really nice.

Then of course there was my decision. I can't believe I told my daughter that I was going to cheat on her dad. There was just something about the excitement in her voice when she talked about making love to Jeremy for the first time. I just needed to try. Just once. My mind was spiraling, perhaps I should call George, ask for another hall pass. He was pretty adamant that he wouldn't be able to accept the very notion of having another man soiling his wife's pussy.

I was feeling very conflicted when my stupid phone rang again. I didn't need to talk to anyone right now. The number on the screen didn't match with anything in my contacts and I wasn't about to listen to some marketing person trying to sell me something or begging for donations. I set the phone down and tried to clear my mind. Getting upset at this point just seemed silly.

"You have needs too," I said aloud as I stood and walked toward my bedroom. "George has Marcy to keep his needs in check on his long trips. What the fuck do I have? A dildo? A vibrator? My fingers? I wasn't about to give him the opportunity to talk me out of this. If he can't accept my decision, well then fuck him."

I was starting to feel angry as I passed by Jackie's bedroom. These hormone-induced mood swings were no joke, and I needed to calm down a little. Something made me stop and turn to go into Jackie's room and stretch out on her bed. There was just something so calming about this space, her small bed. I closed my eyes and drifted into a blissful, dream-filled slumber. My mind filled with images of myself, my very pregnant self. In the dream, I was laying in bed dressed in an oversized nightgown. Someone was gently rubbing my pregnant belly, but I couldn't see a face, only a dainty female hand. I could sense a third person to the right of me on the bed. My hand was gently rubbing her pregnant belly, her hand was under my nightgown, between my legs. Clearly, this was another of those erotic, hormone induced dreams. I couldn't wait to see how it all played out.

"It's good for the baby," a gentle female dream voice whispered as a finger tickled sensually inside me. "Just relax and let us do all the work."

I was kissing the woman to my left, the one who was rubbing my belly. She was pregnant as well, laying on her side with her extended belly pressed against my side. Her hand slid lazily up my nightgown and across my chest, catching teasingly on my protruding nipples as it passed over. Waves of pleasure gently surged through me as these two lovely angels carefully eased my pregnant body ever so close to a sensual orgasm. There was no thrusting of a hungry, selfish cock, but rather the gentle, all-knowing touch of two lovely women. I was getting so close, my body was twisting and turning to the pleasure-filled contractions deep within. I was so wet, so aroused, so pregnant.

"Fuck!" I cried out aloud as the ringing of my phone broke the magic spell. I tried to ignore it, tried unsuccessfully to resume the dream, to identify the two women. I just lay there gently circling my hand over my flat abdomen, wondering if it would be so terrible to have another baby. I was a very different person than that naïve young girl that birthed Jackie. I had certainly been empowered by everything that happened over the past month.

I let my mind drift back to that night, the night before Jackie left for college, the night I touched myself for the first time. All of the memories suddenly flooded back in high definition. I let out a peaceful sigh as the highlight reel played through my hormone saturated brain.

My mind replayed that day when it all started, the sexually explicit conversation with Jackie on her bed as she packed to leave for college. She was so mature for her age, so confident about her sexuality. I was certainly envious of the power she possessed over men, especially poor innocent Jeremy who would likely become my son in-law. They would make such incredible lovers and parents.

Next, I flashed to that night before Jackie left. It seemed like a lifetime ago that I lay in my bed touching myself for the first time, the fear of nearly being caught by my own daughter. I wondered why I had never dared to masturbate before then. It was after all, my body, my pussy. It seemed such a shame that I spent the better part of my adult life afraid of the very thing that made me a woman.

That special spa day with Marcy came next. The combination of champagne and the indulgent spa treatment left me so vulnerable and open. I can't believe I let her wax my pussy, although her personal touch made it a very memorable moment. That was the first time any woman besides Dr. Teresa touched my adult pussy like that. Perhaps every woman should experience that combination of pain and pleasure that left me so bare and exposed. One thing I can say for certain is that it will never happen again. It gave me a newfound appreciation for my bush, the gatekeeper of my intimate self. It just makes me feel safe somehow, less exposed to the big bad world.

And then of course, there was that crazy trucking adventure with George and Marcy. That first night in the truck with George was so spontaneous and erotic. I have always loved George, but that night was the first time I truly appreciated a good hard fuck. I guess I was always taught to be a "good girl", especially in bed. I was anything but good that night. I could picture myself on all fours with my big tits swaying freely, fully exposed to so many other truck drivers through the windshield while George banged my eager pussy from behind. God, that felt so raw and primal. I had no idea how much I could enjoy being a bad girl. I really do miss that big cock.

Bringing Marcy into our love life had been a deeply secret desire of mine for a long time. When it finally happened, I thought for sure that all of my sexual fantasies would finally be realized. I am sure that any good wife reading my story would probably find it appalling that I would let my best friend do that to my husband. All I can say is, give it a try if you aren't afraid to discover that true love should not be limited to just one woman and one man for an entire lifetime. There is nothing more erotic than witnessing the people you love most in the world sharing of themselves.

And then came Charlie, literally. My love for women had always secretly haunted me. Marcy, Charlie, and of course Sharon, all taught me something different about love and about myself. The tender love of a woman is so amazing, so necessary, so impossible to describe with mere words. Each woman was so uniquely different, I will forever remember their individual scent and taste. No woman should pass up the opportunity to sample the love of another woman if such an opportunity were presented them.

Let's not forget the innocent young men that helped to complete my sexual enlightenment. Naïve young Jeremy who knew absolutely nothing about the love and nurturing power of women, and David who was far too shy to openly seek that which he knew he wanted. Both so curiously vulnerable and desperate to experience that magical concoction that can only be found between a woman's legs. If women could truly understand the power they hold over men, this world would be a more forgiving and peaceful place.

And let's of course, not forget about the little old lady I had lunch with, her one regret in life. Why had I been so accepting of the fact that George had lovers before me, yet my virginity on my wedding night seemed so important. Was there something to be gained by being a boy's first? How differently would I have viewed sex and love if a girl had been my first?

I couldn't help but let out a long sigh. I knew full well what I had to do, understood completely what the consequences may be as I pulled the business card from my purse and dialed the number. My life was about to change forever.

...

"Hi Sharon, this is Jodie, you know, from the dressing room..."

Sharon and I spent the next several hours getting to know each other on the phone. She shared some of the details of the accident that left her wheelchair bound as well as the profound effect it had on their love life. It seemed that Tyler had been saving himself for their wedding night, while Sharon had previous lovers during her college years. On their wedding night, they were both tired and drunk, and agreed to save their first attempt at love for the next day so that Tyler could be in full command of his senses during that special moment when he made love to a woman for the first time. Unfortunately, neither of them saw it coming the next morning when Tyler misjudged the tight turn in the road and hit a tree. The accident not only left Sharon paralyzed, but the immense guilt left Tyler impotent and unable to function as a man. They were now three years into their marriage, and he had never been able to make love to his beautiful bride.

"There is something special about you that made him hard," Sharon delighted over the phone. "It would only be fitting that you be his first, just as you were the first woman to touch me, the first person to bring my broken body to climax since the accident. You are truly our sensual angel."

"Text me your address," I replied before hanging up the phone. "I would love to join the two of you in your bed, but only this once."

I waited nervously for my phone to chime as I thought about the consequences of what I was about to do. Every woman I have ever known could readily recount their first experience with a man, the loss of their virginity, yet virtually none could say with confidence that they were the first for any man. Why was that? Why do men get to put the proverbial notch in the bedpost? Why do they hold such power over women? I certainly knew that I could never claim to be the first for any man. George was the one and only man to ever touch me. I needed to feel that power, the ultimate power of making a man a man. I needed a notch of my own, a virgin accomplice. I needed to fuck Tyler.

I pulled out my iPad and generated a detailed email to both George and Marcy that outlined what I was about to do and why. I offered a simple ultimatum, accept me for who I am and more importantly what I was about to do, or lose me forever. I was relatively sure that Marcy would understand, but I had serious doubts about George. For some reason, a man can have many conquests, but a woman should only ever be subservient to the one man who lays claim to her. Perhaps it was the hormones, but I was suddenly feeling a renewed sense of my true self. I was going to make love to another man, a virgin and very soon.

As I busily packed an overnight bag my phone rang. I silenced it without checking the number. Soon after, a text message arrived. Since I had already received the address from Sharon, I didn't bother to check to see who this one was from. Most likely it was a plea from George, and I would not be detoured from my singular goal. I showered, thoroughly cleaning all of those intimately beautiful parts of my tingling body. I allowed my fingers to tease through my bush, but restricted any unnecessarily arousing touch, that would be reserved for Tyler. I couldn't help but smile as my fingers trailed over the delicate new growth. I was really going to do this.

My attire reflected the simplicity of a sexual rendezvous. There was no need for undergarments that could potentially derail the mood, but rather a simple summer dress that allowed my body to breathe freely and move in the most seductive ways possible. Sure, my wetness would ultimately reveal itself through the back of the thin material as I drove, but who would judge. It was, after all, my scent that aroused both of my perspective new lover's senses, why should I try to contain it.

The butterflies in my stomach combined with the fluttering sensation in my pussy made it difficult to concentrate on the road. Now would not be a good time to get in an accident, I surmised as I cautiously proceeded towards my destination. The jittery feeling in my hands wasn't caused by nerves, but rather excitement, that same excitement that pooled between my thighs and soaked into the back of my dress. I surmised that if I were to get in an accident, I could always just lie and say that I accidentally peed myself if someone questioned the large stain that was surely forming in the car's seat. It did feel incredibly warm and tingly on my butt.

I could feel the gentle warmth of the sun on my exposed thigh as I allowed my free hand to carefully glide up my inner thigh. It was not seeking to generate additional pleasure. No that had been at a nearly unbearable level since climbing into the car. Instead, the hand was lifting the dress and clearing a path for the cool breeze from the car's vent. I pushed my knee to the side, allowing the gentle breeze to temper the heat between my thighs, to quell the desire to pull over and relieve the building tension. It seemed to work for a minute or two, but ultimately created a much more urgent problem, a problem that couldn't possibly have been foreseen. That cooling breeze was distributing an intoxicating dose of intimate pheromones throughout the car's interior. With each scented breath, my vision grew narrower and more blurred while my pulse quickened. I found myself taking in deeper breaths, holding them longer to allow the primal intoxicant to permeate my very being. I allowed the car to slow, no longer able to safely navigate. I lowered the window and took in the fresh outside air as I relished in that special bliss, that full body flush that only occurs post coitus. I took a moment to recover before continuing, with the window down of course.

By the time my car's GPS informed me that I had arrived at my destination, the effects of the intoxicant had all but worn off, but that's not to say that some residual side effects didn't still remain. A gentle throbbing sensation deep inside my pussy; much like one might expect during deep penetrative intercourse combined with a severely engorged clit and vulva left me feeling so dangerously close to full blown climax. I just needed a minute to relax before making the track up to the house. A few deep breaths and I would be fine.

Sharon's text indicated that I should let myself in once I reached their house. As I entered the nicely apportioned dwelling, I turned and locked the door behind me. A note on the table indicated that I should join them in the bedroom, and an arrow pointed the way. My entire body was shaking as I walked down the long hall towards the open bedroom door. If ever I was going to back out, now would be the last opportunity, but that most certainly wasn't going to happen.

With each deliberate step, my full breasts swayed freely from side to side as the material of my dress tickled at their erect nipples. The silky warm wetness that coated my naked bottom provided a sensual lubrication that allowed my thighs to glide over each other with each step, only adding to that special fire that was building deep inside. Never in my life had I felt such intense climactic pressure. Never in my life had I felt such a need to hold it at bay. Each step was becoming so torturous, so incredibly pleasurable. I tightened my pelvis muscles as if to stop from peeing, to hold that powerful orgasm inside my throbbing pussy.

Two beautifully naked human beings adorned the plush king size bed. They lay facing each other, sensually touching and kissing. Their embrace ended when I entered the room, their smiles spoke to their unbridled desire for each other. Without a word being spoken, Tyler shifted onto his back while Sharon's gentle touch sought to arouse his manhood. Tyler was enlarged, but not hard.

I just stood in the doorway for a minute before asking if I could put some music on. Tyler jumped up and located the remote for the stereo and clicked the buttons until he found something that seemed appropriate for the moment. He grabbed another remote and lowered the lights.

"Will you join us?" Tyler asked nervously as he extended his hand toward me.

"Dance with me," I responded as I lazily twirled causing a breeze to tickle beneath my dress. "For a woman, sex is much more than a physical thing. It all starts in our brain. You must first romance my mind before you ever consider touching me sexually."

God, Tyler was a good dancer. If I'm being honest, I didn't need any romancing. I was ready to cum right then and there. As he held me close, he whispered that he was very nervous and told me how sexy I looked.

"Tell me that I'm beautiful," I whispered as my thigh pressed against his thick, soft package. "Sexy describes how a woman is dressed, but she needs to know that her man finds her beautifully irresistible. Make me feel beautiful as you hold me tight and kiss my neck. Always let the woman lead during the magical dance of sex. It takes us longer because we have to feel safe and secure before we give up our intimacy."

Tyler was such a quick study. He did exactly as I asked and much more. As his teeth gently scraped over my earlobe, he told me how soft and sensual my skin felt against his fingertips, how sensual my neck smelled as he nuzzled his cheek, how strong and powerful I was as his hand glided up and down my spine.

Hard as I tried, there was no way I wasn't going to cum during our sensual dance. "Hold me tight," I whispered. "Put your hand on my butt and press your thigh between my legs."

As soon as I felt his strong hand press into the soft flesh of my butt, and his thigh press against my pussy I simply melted. I kissed him passionately as my moans filled his mouth.

"I'm cumming," I panted. "Just hold me tight so I don't fall."

Tyler did just that as he continued to dance with my unwieldly and Jello-like frame. My first orgasm with Tyler lasted longer than any orgasm had a right to, and left me in a complete state of bliss.

"Are you okay?" Tyler asked in concern.

"That was incredible," I whispered as my legs started to work properly again.

I was a little disappointed, having experienced what was arguably the best orgasm of my life, to feel Tyler's less than hard cock still pressed against my thigh.

"Slip your hand under the back of my dress and touch me between my legs," I whispered as I parted my thighs slightly. "Feel my wetness. You did that to me. That is a sign that I am fully aroused, but not yet ready to take you."

I could feel Tyler's fingers as they needily explored the secrets hidden beneath my dress. "Be gentle," I whispered. "Tease me, make me want more. Get your fingers wet so you can sample my scent, taste my honey."

I could feel Tyler's fingers tease over my engorged pussy as his other hand drifted down my arm and across my chest. "May I touch these?" Tyler asked as his fingers gently circled one of my hard nipples.

"You may," I whispered. "First though, sample your other fingers. I want to feel your hard cock against my thigh."

Tyler retracted his hand from the warmth between my legs and brought his fingers close to his nose. I could feel something stir against my thigh. I kissed his slippery wet fingers.

"Taste me," I whispered as my tongue slid down one of his fingers and followed it into his mouth. The two of us sucked and cleaned his fingers thoroughly as his other hand made good on his request to touch my breast.

"Your going to make me cum again if you keep doing that," I whispered as I took a step back from him and lowered my hand to his rock hard cock. When Sharon saw it for the first time, she gasped. We both looked in her direction.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her softly. "I am happy to let you take it from here.

Sharon just shook her head no. The beautiful smile on her face reinforced her decision. "I want to watch as you make him a man, a whole man."

I turned toward Tyler and kissed him again. "Undress me," I whispered. "Touch my skin delicately and teasingly as you do. Tell me what you like about my body. How you want to make passionate love to me."

Tyler took a step back. His cock was pointing skyward and dancing to the beat of his heart as his hands gently glided up my bare thighs and slipped beneath the hem of my dress. He dropped to his knees as he lifted the dress to reveal my hairy, wet crotch.

"I love that you have hair," he whispered as he pressed his lips to my mons and kissed. I love that things are hidden and mysterious down here," he said as his hand gently pressed against my thigh and created a little space between my legs. "I love that your little clit is sensitive and hard," he said as the tip of his tongue made contact sending an unexpected shock through it.

I was expecting him to dive in right then and there, but he resisted, he teased. "I love your bellybutton," he said as his tongue tickled and circled the little hole. "I love your butt," he whispered as both of his hands slid sensually over my butt and came to rest with his fingertips on my pussy. "And I certainly love how wet your pussy is," he said as his fingertips carefully slipped up and down without penetrating.

I caught myself moaning as my legs started to feel like Jello again. My student had become the master of the tease, and I wanted so badly for him to throw me on the bed and fuck me silly. I resisted my urges. I needed to see what else he had in store.

Tyler rose up as his fingers trailed up my back causing the dress to lift higher. "I love these," he whispered as his hands both drifted over my breasts and he offered a sensual squeeze before pulling a desperate nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. "And I especially love your hard nipples," he whispered as he pinched them both between his thumbs and index fingers.

I was ready to pass out from the pleasure. I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded and needed to find a place to sit, or even better, lay. Tyler could sense my dilemma as he lifted the dress over my head and tossed it aside. He swept me up into his strong arms and gently lay me on the bed.

"Most of all," he whispered as he leaned over to kiss me. "I love how beautiful and kind you are."

I could feel his strong hands on my cheeks as our tongues danced and toyed. "I would like very much to make love to you," he whispered after our kiss broke.

I couldn't speak. I could only watch as he positioned his body over mine and pressed his beautiful hard manhood into me slowly. I have never experienced such gentleness from a man before. My emotions were so raw, the feeling so intense. My eyes flooded as my body accepted him, loved him.

I could feel Sharon roll to her side next to me and wipe my cheeks as she sensually kissed me. "Thank you so much," she whispered. "You are a beautiful angel."

"I am so sorry," Tyler cried out in desperation. "Your pussy feels so incredible that I want this to last forever, but I can't take it anymore. God, I'm going to cum."

"Me too," I said softly as Sharon's lips wrapped tightly around my nipple and her hand squeezed my breast. "Cum inside my pussy," I said as I tightened my abdominal muscles and gripped Tyler with all my might.

"Oh fuck," Tyler moaned loudly as his body jerked uncontrollably.

I have never felt such intense love as that moment when he erupted deep inside me. The look on Tyler's face was priceless. When he was finished, the three of us just lay silently in a sweaty heap of human flesh. Tyler was still inside me, still hard. I could feel his hips start to move.

"No," I said sternly. "That is for your lovely wife."

Tyler hesitated for a moment before rolling off me. I somehow made my way to the edge of the bed and to the chair in the corner of the room on my rubbery legs. I curled up in the chair and watched intently as Tyler practiced his newly learned romance techniques on his lovely bride. It was so incredibly beautiful to watch. I couldn't help but think of George, wish that he were here to experience this firsthand. I realized at that very moment just how much I truly loved him.

When I woke up a few hours later and still curled up in the chair, the morning sun hadn't yet made its appearance. I quietly made my way to the bathroom, making sure not to disturb the two newlyweds. Well, newlyweds in that they had finally consummated their marriage. Once inside and the door closed, I switched on the light. I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful reflection in the mirror, admire the warm afterglow of love emanating from her peaceful face. I slipped my hand to my crotch and couldn't help but smile as my fingers detected the remnants of virgin desire still leaking from deep inside. Perhaps it was all just an act, a man telling a woman what she wanted to hear simply to allow him to reach his endgame. It didn't matter. In the heat of that very special moment, I had never before felt so beautifully desirable, so genuinely lovable. For the first time in my life, I felt deserving of the title of woman. For the first time in my life, I truly loved being one.

"Swim up and say hi to that little baby in there," I said quietly as my other hand gently circled my abdomen. "I sure hope it's a girl. A girl as precious as my little Jackie."

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Yes, it was true and I didn't need to hear it from Dr. Teresa. A woman just knows when she is pregnant. I had known since that passionate moment when George and I made love in the truck. It was that very reality that sent me spiraling into a sexual frenzy, cemented my need to experience the love of other women, to better understand my sexual self. If I was going to accept and love a new baby, I first needed to figure out how to love myself. I can honestly say that I have no regrets. Sure, things got a little messy and challenging along my journey. My only hope is that I didn't hurt anyone along the way.

In that email that I sent to George and Marcy, I shared my intentions and suspicions and hopefully made clear why I had to take another man. I made sure George understood the baby was his, and that no other man could take that from him. I was finally at peace with myself and the world around me. I could only hope that George and Marcy would understand and that they would both accept me for who I was. A woman who had successfully conquered all her fears. A pregnant woman who would surely love and nurture her baby with all her heart.

I looked down at my phone as I drove home. I knew George's response to my ultimatum was there, waiting. I just smiled and continued driving. It didn't really matter how George felt in that moment; it could wait till later. Right now, I was simply going to revel in my success, that symbolic notch on my bedpost.

THE END

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Postscript

Okay, okay. I get it. No one wants to be left hanging like that. So, to quote Paul Harvey's famous saying, "Now, for the rest of the story." Well, at least a quick summary.

It's been almost five years since my personal journey happened. It took George a little time, but he finally came around, and we have been monogamous ever since. Jackie absolutely loves her baby sister Julie, and her two kids spend a lot of time at our house since I am the dedicated babysitter.

Somewhere between pregnancies, Jackie managed to finish college and has become a successful CPA. In fact, she does the books for our growing trucking company. It turned out that Tyler and Sharon were loaded, I mean like multi-millionaire loaded and were looking for an investment. As of right now, we have a total of five trucks and ten drivers. While most of our deliveries are cross-country, George handles all of the local deliveries and is able to make it home and in my bed every night.

I guess I should also mention that Charlie and her girlfriend didn't work out. She came to work for us after her baby was born. Her and Marcy still hookup regularly, but I think Charlie is ready to settle down with a man she has been seeing. I'm pretty sure Marcy will continue to frequent their marital bed since she is still very much single and horny as ever. She keeps me updated on all the salacious details whenever we talk. Unfortunately, Dr. Teresa informed her a few years back that she wouldn't be able to have children of her own.

As for my empty house, well that certainly won't be an issue for many years to come. We turned our basement into a daycare, and I now take care of my sweet Julie, both of Jackie's lovely daughters, Charlie's daughter, which is of course my stepdaughter, and occasionally Tyler and Sharon's three boys.

Oh, and that dream. You know the one where I was pregnant and in bed with two other pregnant women. Well, it turns out it was just a dream. Like I said before, George and I are completely monogamous, and have amazing sex regularly. My hormones calmed down considerably after Julie was born, but I still get those crazy urges from time to time. Whenever that happens, we just jump in the hot tub together. I can't help but smile and wave whenever I see those second story bedroom curtains move a little while George is busy satisfying those urges. Like my beautiful daughter once told me after she accidently saw her dad's big cock, I am one lucky woman.