Once and Again Ch. 03

"Wow," I said, gradually relaxing after I came. Meredith was still sitting astride me, cowgirl, my gradually shrinking cock about to slip from her. I slipped my hands up her stomach, filling them with both of her boobs. "You've still got great tits."

"I'm glad you still like them," she answered, sliding off to one side and snuggling into my side. "That was pretty nice," she said as my arm wrapped around her shoulder. Neither of us said anything for a few moments, just absorbing the afterglow of hot sex, until she said, "You're done, aren't you?"

"Probably."

"Even with the Viagra?"

"Yeah. I know you're supposed to consult with a doctor if an erection lasts for 4 hours, but I've never been close to that."

"Ever used a cock ring?"

"Me?" I don't know why I was caught by surprise at the question. My response caused her to giggle.

"Well, I can't wear it, even if it is for my benefit. We'll have to get you one."

"They really work?" I questioned, never having had thoughts of even trying a cock ring before. "I've never played with anything like that."

"Definitely. There's a reason you see them on porn stars a lot. They trap the blood going into your cock, making you harder as time goes on, and then they can keep you from cumming too, both of which make you last longer."

I had thought we'd done pretty good. Back from our mountain climbing expedition, I'd taken us to my place, and with the application of a small blue pill, for the first time in years, after our mountaintop tryst, I'd had intercourse for a second time in a day. I had gotten hard, and then not cum very rapidly, but her comment about making me last longer got my attention.

"I didn't last long enough for you? I know you came." I knew I'd managed to make her cum before my own ardor had dissipated.

"It's OK, you were good." I heard the words, but, whether an accurate translation or not, those words, to me, meant I've had better.

"I'm sorry," I said, a bit dejected at myself that I hadn't been able to satisfy my new lover.

"Oh, don't worry, you were OK, you were good," she said, lifting her head and leaning in to kiss me. Her hand came over and palmed my cheek to hold my face to her lips as hers found mine. "It's me, not you. I learned a long time ago that I can come multiple times more than a single man can. That's why I don't believe in monogamy."

"I meant to ask you about that," I said when she'd again snuggled into my side. "You said you're not monogamous, and... how did you say it? That you'd given up on men? What's that all about?"

"Perhaps I said that wrong. It's not that I've given up on men. It's that I've given up on depending on a man to give me satisfaction."

I thought about it for a minute, not saying anything and not quite understanding the entirety of what she meant. "Tell me," I simply said.

"I told you before, it started with you."

"Yeah," I acknowledged, "But what does that mean?"

"I guess I believed in the myth. Prince Charming. Happily ever after, my one and only, and all that?" I didn't say anything. "When I met Rick, that is essentially what I thought I'd found. But I was young, so what did I know about love? Absolutely nothing. I just knew that when he kissed me, I melted inside. When he fondled me, my nipples got hard, and I loved it. When we got naked and he fingered me and sucked on my nipples, I would cum. Letting him fuck me seemed the natural thing to do, and even though I never had an orgasm from fucking with him, most of the time he'd get me off with his fingers or his tongue, sometimes without me even asking. And then with you, when I came during fucking the first time, I realized that perhaps Rick wasn't all that I thought he was."

"I guess," I fed back to her, "but it's not unusual for a woman to not have an orgasm during intercourse."

"I know that. And I don't always, either, but it had never happened with him. And then after you, he seemingly became obsessed with me having sex with other men."

"And you didn't like that."

"Oh, no, just the opposite. I got tired of him... pushing... me to have sex with other men, but that didn't mean I didn't like having sex with others. Men and, a little later, with women also. Alone or together. The funny thing is, the more sex I had with others, the less he wanted to have sex with me, and the further away from him that I grew. And, of course, when he gave me the clap, and I found out why, we got divorced."

"At twenty?"

"Yeah. I'd been with one man for 6 years by that time. We separated and we divorced at 20."

"I'm not surprised, really," I said. "My wife was very close to the yin to my yang, but even then, us staying together for so long was a choice. I think very few of us find our Prince Charming or Cinderella -- it's pretty much a myth."

"It may be, but I sure felt like a failure. I remember those vows, to love and to cherish until death do us part", but they should have also said, "or until by divorce we do part." It seemed like so many friends I had got married and were having magical marriages -- right up until a couple of years later when they divorced, too."

"Me too. I think when I married the first time, in the back of my mind, I knew it couldn't last. We had nothing to keep us together except hot sex and a baby, and then we lost the baby." It was silent for a moment before I asked, "So why did you marry again?"

"I still had it in my mind that I was supposed to have a one and only. I knew it wasn't Rick, but in my mind, I was always looking, always waiting for my Prince Charming. When I moved back with Mom and Dad, I dated lots of guys that last year of college, but like I said, I went from gang bangs to being celibate. I didn't sleep with anyone for almost a year."

"That couple from the swingers' party?" I queried, just to show I'd been listening as much as anything.

"Stef and Jay, yeah. I had Stef's phone number and called her, and after we'd talked for a while, she invited me to come over for dinner. When she asked about Rick, I told her all about separating and divorcing and that my life was upside down, sexually. She said it sounded like I needed to get laid, and I told her if I didn't hook up with someone and get laid soon, I thought I was going to explode. I joined them for dinner one night, and the following day, she called me and said that they were heading to Palm Springs that weekend for their anniversary and asked if I'd like to come along. She said that after dinner the night before that Jay had commented on how fun I'd been, which I understood meant that he'd liked fucking me. She said if I wanted to come along, I could be their anniversary present to each other. When I asked if she was setting me up with her husband, she said, "Actually, it would be both of us. I like playing with women too."

"You'd been with a woman before?"

"No. Not at all. I'd had women watch me fuck their boyfriends or husbands, but except for a few fondling my tits or clit in passing, I'd never been with a woman until that weekend." She'd been lying on her side, talking, and now shifted onto her back, snuggling against me. "She was my first woman."

"It wasn't the 3 of you?"

"Oh no, it was all 3 of us, all weekend long. I ate my first pussy, and Stef did me too. But it was all 3 of us, almost all the time. If Jay and I got busy, Stef would watch or come and join us. If Stef and I got busy, Jay would watch for a while until he'd recovered before he came to join us. It wasn't 2 of us, all 3 of us were there together virtually all the time. We'd finish Jay off and then Stef and I played until he could go again. Although it was perfectly OK for Jay and me to fuck, or Stef and me to fuck, and Stef and Jay to, but especially it was all three of us, taking care of each other. Jay fucking me while I was tonguing Stef was almost as magical as that time when I was sucking you and Rick did me. That weekend was my first threesome that included a woman."

I thought about it for just a moment before saying, "Oh yeah, you and Rick had threesomes at the swingers parties..."

"Rick liked me to be with multiple men. Sometimes one after another, sometimes all at the same time. I think I'd done everything possible with multiple men by the time I was 19. Like I said, I was his slut."

We lay there silently for a while. "So, you started seeing Stef and Jay..." I prodded.

"Still do. Again."

"What do you mean, again?"

"After Rick and I divorced, we became a regular thing. At least every other week, sometimes twice a week, I'd get together with them. They became my best friends, and we regularly spent the nights together, but I always, in my mind, had this "I'm supposed to find my soulmate and live happily ever after" thought. I suppose I told Stef about it in our talks, but I really don't remember. I never asked, but I think she always had it in her mind that she was setting me up, or setting someone up, to ask me out. Several times when they had social parties, I found there was a single man there along with me. I actually accepted dates with a few, but it wasn't until Duane that somebody really struck my fancy."

"And he turned out to be a dick also?"

"Not at first, he really could be a prince charming, maybe that's why I fell for his bullshit? He treated me like a princess, always seemed proud to have me with him, showing me off. It wasn't until later that I realized he was treating me like his possession."

"But you married him?" I felt her head nod on my arm.

"He asked me multiple times, but it was 5 years before he asked me to marry him and I said yes."

"Were you still seeing Stef and Jay?"

"Oh no, he was not part of the swinging scene at all. He wanted me exclusively, but he loved to show me off. His hot little wife. Oh My God, I had so many skimpy bikinis, the smaller the better. He loved me to wear braless dresses, preferably with lots of boob showing, but then he'd get jealous if I were talking to someone else."

"That shouldn't have been too hard for you," I giggled, "showing off your tits?"

"I have always been proud of my girls," she laughed in response, her hand coming over to playfully hit me in the chest.

"So, you were happily married for at least a while?"

I felt her shrug her shoulder, but she didn't say anything for a few moments. "Afterward, I had to question that. Had Duane really been all that I'd thought he was? I'd given up on virtually all my friends to be with him. I had not done anything for 4 years unless he'd set it up. Dinner parties, which I hosted for his business acquaintances. Conferences that we'd go to, where he had me on his arm. And then we'd go back to the room where he could fuck me on the balcony or against a window or somewhere that we might be seen, and although I enjoyed it, I realized mostly it had been to stroke his own ego. And then, when I was suddenly left at home alone and found out he was shagging his assistant..." She stopped talking for a moment. "I was down on myself for quite a while. I called up Stef and apologized for having essentially wiped her and Jay out of my life. I don't think I'd even seen her since the wedding. We talked, or rather I talked, for quite a while, and it was then that I realized that I'd been depending on men to take care of my needs most of my life. And as we talked, I realized I'd been quite happy with regularly seeing Stef and Jay. I'd gone to swingers parties with them multiple times before I met Duane, and even went to many of them on my own. I'd had sex with multiple men and women and never been unsatisfied, as it was what I wanted, not what Rick or Duane wanted. And I also realized that virtually all of the best sexual experiences I'd had in my life had been with more than one person."

I heard what she said, translating in my head into what I understood. "Threesomes?"

She didn't answer immediately, finally saying, "Sometimes." Neither of us said anything, and she added, "Sometimes more." I didn't say anything.

Neither of us said anything for a bit until Meredith said, "You're judging me."

I realized that she was correct. I just nodded.

Meredith rolled up onto her elbows, pointing her face to mine. "Jerry." I just looked at her. "I've always wondered what happened to you, and then life interfered. I've been married twice, divorced twice, and I have no need to have a husband again. I gave my life to two men, allowed them to control me, to control my sexuality, and that didn't work for me." She stopped, just staring into my face for several moments. "If we're going to have a relationship, it's on my terms. After my second divorce and finding fulfillment in my multitude of friends, I finally understand that I'm a very sexual person. I like sex with men. I like sex with women. There isn't much sexually that I haven't done. I'm not into bondage or kinky shit like that, but I especially like sex with multiple people. I'm multi-orgasmic, I can fuck 5 men one right after another and cum 5 straight times." She stopped again, just looking me in the face. I nodded. "And once is seldom enough for me." With that, she moved her head toward my crotch and took my cock in her mouth.

Although the Viagra had allowed me to remain semi-hard, her mouth music soon had me hard enough to fuck again. Although I was hard enough to perform, I was also numb and unlikely to cum. I knew exactly what she wanted when she pulled away, rose onto her knees pointed her ass at me. I didn't need an invitation, rising to my knees and finding her pussy hot and wet as I slipped inside.

I easily set up for long full strokes into her, and was surprised when her hand came over the back of her ass, her finger penetrating her pucker as I was fucking her. After she'd cum and I pulled out, she rose and went to the toilet. I heard her wash her hands and, moments later, she climbed back onto the bed with me.

"I take it you like anal sex?" I asked.

"Ummm, yeah. The only thing better than a DP is a three-p."

"A what?" I asked, having no idea what she meant by a "3-P".

"Three at once. A cock in my ass, a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth." She giggled, "Or a pussy on my tongue, or a pussy on my tongue and a tongue on my pussy with a dick in my ass." I didn't say anything and a moment later she asked, "Have you ever done anal?"

"No."

"Lots of lube, and afterwards before your cock comes anywhere near my pussy or mouth, lots of soap and water and, even then, it's best to have a condom."

I was just thinking about what she'd said. That Meredith was much more sexually experienced than I was, there was no doubt. That she was much more sexually... liberal than I was, there was no doubt. I don't know how long we lay there with her once again cuddled to my shoulder when she said, "I need to go."

I glanced at the clock. "You don't want to stay?"

"Not this time. I've got to go to work in the morning, I just took a sick day today."

"This time?" I repeated. "You wouldn't mind doing this again?"

"It was a nice day. I wouldn't mind doing it again."

"Me either."

I got up and pulled some shorts on while I watched her get dressed. She stood after she'd put her hiking shoes back on, ready to go. "Jerry?" she said, turning toward me and stepping forward. I put my arms out, and she stepped into me. I leaned forward, and we kissed, just a goodbye and thank you kiss before she stepped back. "I really liked today; I really like you. I'm not sure where this is going, but if we're going to be together, you're going to have to join my life. I can't go back to being a one-man woman. I enjoy my life, and I enjoy my sexuality too much for that. We're much too old to worry about being someone's "one and only," anyway. I want to introduce you to Stef and Jay and our lifestyle." She turned to the door and stopped. "Oh, I guess you better get dressed."

I didn't immediately realize why she said that. "What?"

She giggled. "Well, I don't want to walk home, and since you picked me up, you need to take me home." She got a grin on her face and added, "As late as it is, and since you don't have to go to work in the morning, why don't you just spend the night with me rather than coming all the way back here? As long as you don't make me late in the morning."

I don't know what time she got to work, but I do know she was late.

~

It wasn't just sex, although we, or I guess I should say "me", were having much more sex than at the end with my wife. Cancer and pain and the effects of chemo had pretty well put a damper on our sex life.

I'd been dating off and on for several years now, and sometimes that included sex, sometimes just going to dinner, or a movie, or just 'hanging out.' Sometimes, it was just cuddling and watching the latest epic on TV: Yellowstone, House of the Dragon, or Game of Thrones although, admittedly, after several sexy episodes my dates and I found ourselves replicating acts that we'd just seen. But, for the most part, except for my semi-weekly tryst with my work fuck buddy, Loretta, sex was much more random than it had been 40 or 50 years before.

Until now.

Going home was exciting again. I found myself thinking of Meredith, distracted by thoughts of Meredith throughout the day, commonly finding an erection, or at least a recognition of sexual arousal, beginning as I headed home. We were checking with each other before we parted in the mornings, making arrangements of whose home we were going to meet back at, who had something going on early, and the like. Neither of us gave up our homes, yet neither of us stayed at our own home every night. We almost instantly got to where we were, each, carrying a set of clothes for "tomorrow" in case we didn't go home that night, my dirty clothes hamper and hers almost instantly intermingling. We both had enough clothes, all those hanging in the closet or found in the back of a drawer, that we didn't have to wash clothes constantly. For my part, I just noticed that my clothes hamper, which typically needed washing about every two weeks when it was just me, was now overflowing at two weeks.

As Meredith had informed me, seldom was one orgasm enough for her. I'd had a partial bottle of Viagra; within a week, I was ordering a refill. Most nights, with the vitamin V help, I had no problem getting hard a second time, but our sexual activity wasn't just intercourse. Fondling and stroking; more often than not, at least one of us was giving the other oral. Seemingly, it was me to her all the time, often both before and after intercourse, as Meredith truly was multi-orgasmic. I loved the sex, but after I'd come once, I was usually over for the night for me, but that didn't prevent me from pleasuring her again.

Meredith arrived home just after I did. I'd already started dinner; she stepped into the kitchen and gave me a kiss, and said she was going to go change from her work clothes. I followed back to the bedroom just a few moments later, only to find Mary in her bra and panties and the dirty clothes hamper dumped onto the floor, already sorted. Perhaps a third of the clothes were hers, the rest mine, but she was standing over them holding her panties.

They were the silky thong panties that she'd given me that first night, and as I stopped, the crusty spot where my semen had dried was visible from across the room. "I was wondering where these had gotten to," she smirked.

I sheepishly grinned back at her. "Well, you did give them to me and tell me to do what I wanted..."

"But you were supposed to wash them and bring them back."

"Yeah, but you were supposed to give me some more delicates to wash at the same time."

"Oh yeah?" she smirked, and without hesitation she reached down, catching her panties and slipping them off, leaving her in just her bra. "Here you go," she said, tossing them to me. The lust in her eyes I now recognized. "Show me how you got these other ones dirty, and they'll all go back in the wash."

"Oh my," I grinned, starting to step toward her. She stepped back at the same time, holding her hand up. "NO! Stay back. I want to watch you do yourself."

"Oh yeah? And do I get to see you do yourself too?"

She hesitated just momentarily and, reaching behind for her bra catch, said, "No touching. It's a do-it-yourself night." She dropped her bra into the pile. Now totally nude, she glanced around and stepped back to the bed. Sitting, she slid back to the headboard, arranged a pillow so she could sit upright. Her hands rose and filled themselves with her breasts, her thumbs and fingers latching onto her nipples. When I stepped forward toward the bed, she said, "Uh-uh, too close. Get naked, and you sit in the chair."

"Well, this is different," I said as I shucked my shoes and dropped my pants.

"Didn't you and your wife ever masturbate together?" she asked as I pulled my polo shirt off, tossing it into the pile of dirty clothes at the same time.

"We often masturbated each other as foreplay, but I don't remember ever just "doing it" alone with the other watching."

"God, I love to watch a man stroke himself," she said, her right hand dropping to her crotch. I gripped my semi-hard cock, giving it a preliminary tug, and started to back up to the chair as she'd directed. "Don't forget my panties," she said with a nod toward where I'd dropped them on the floor. "I want you to use them like you did the other day."

I've never thought there was much to see of a man masturbating. A hard cock, fist wrapped around it and stroking. Sometimes, I'd use some lube; it always made everything slip so much easier, but most of the time, I masturbated "dry." Her silky panties were almost the same as lube, giving a reduction of friction and a much more erotic, exotic, feel.

Settling into the chair, I found Meredith now fondling her breast and nipple one-handed, her other hand stroking and rubbing her crotch. On the surface to start with, as she pressed in, I could see her lips wrapping around her finger. "Don't cum too quickly," she said, "see if we can cum at the same time."

"Nice and slow," I whispered, my fingers of my off hand rising to twiddle my own nipples.

"Can you do either hand?"

"Usually my right, but yeah, I can masturbate with either hand." It wasn't lost on me that her hand had dropped to her vagina, her middle finger penetrating, the motion of her hand almost stopped. "Wouldn't you rather have my cock in you?" I asked. Almost instantly her hand pulled back a bit and I saw her insert a second finger, almost immediately beginning a fucking motion.

"Later. Right now, I just want to see you cum." Her other hand changed breasts, her nipple pinched and pulled before she dropped her hand to her pubic hair, her middle finger extending and stopping exactly on her clit. "Oh my God, I haven't done this in so long... I'm not going to last very long." Her finger had initially twirled around her clit, now her fingers were pressing in the area, hard, and rubbing back and forth as the fingers of her other hand were pummeling her insides. "You better speed it up..." she directed.

Normally, when I masturbate, my hand is around the shaft with minimal glans stimulation. But when I'm using lube, or in this case, her silk panties, they so exquisitely stimulate that most sensitive part of my cock. I did as she asked, gripping a bit harder, stroking a bit harder, and even though we hadn't been together all that long, I recognized her reactions. "Oh yeah, that's really good," I groaned. "Let me know...."

"Oh God!" she groaned, her hips rising to force her clit and pussy against her hands. "Oh yeah... Oh fuck yeah..." suddenly her body began shuddering as she said, "Cum with me!" It wasn't instantaneous, but in just seconds, I groaned and was spurting my manjuice. I don't cum that much anymore, it easily became just a pile of semen on top of my fist wrapped around my cock and her panties. Panting, I just sat there with my rapidly shrinking cock in hand.

"Oh my God, that was hot!" Meredith said, her fingers withdrawing from her vagina, her other hand still resting against her clit. "Wipe your cum with my panties and give them to me."

"Really?" I asked, but did as she said, now rising from the chair and stepping over to the bed. I handed her the panties, and she pulled them up to her nose.

"God, I love the smell of semen."

"Not me," I assured her. She let me take her hand when I reached down, and I drew it up to my face. I smelled her arousal on her fingers before I moved them to my mouth. "Although I love the smell and taste of an aroused woman."

"Ummm," she hummed, "I think you're supposed to."

"How about I use my tongue on you now?" I asked, moving so it was easy to slip between her legs. Surprisingly, she pulled her legs together, blocking me.

"Later. Save that for bedtime where I can suck you off and have you cum in my mouth at the same time." With that, she rolled away from me, her dirty panties still in hand, and reached down for the dirty clothes. She stopped and sniffed the air. "You're not burning dinner, are you?"

"Oh shit!" I said, turning and sprinting naked through the house. I hadn't burned anything, but it was close. I heard the washer start, and a minute or two later, Meredith joined me, also still naked.

"Do you like being naked?"

"I do," I said, turning and drawing her into my arms. "I like my women naked too, although I do appreciate sexy lingerie."

"We'll have to work on that," she giggled, "just as soon as I get my clean panties back home."

~~~

I started to say something several times, each time ending up biting my tongue and not saying what I wanted. I'm not sure when she picked up on it; my wife and I had gotten to where we could read each other perfectly, but not Meredith and me, at least not yet.

"You've got something on your mind," she said, moving the pot of vegetables from the stove. We were at her house tonight, and we'd easily moved into cooking and living together, even though it had only been a couple of weeks.

I sighed. "I talked with Loretta today."

"Oh? She wanted to get together?" I didn't have to explain more, she knew that Loretta and I were fuckbuddies, at least we had been in the past. With me having been with Meredith almost totally for the last few weeks, a slight negative shake of my head had been enough to tell Loretta "not tonight" when she'd give me the "I'm horny" eyebrow raise. That she had also used a non-verbal query twice the week before, I didn't say either.

"She stopped me on the way out. She normally leaves about half an hour before me, but tonight, she was there when I left, so I knew she'd been waiting for me and for everyone else to leave. She just asked, 'So? What's going on? Not horny these days? Seeing someone?' I told her that I'd met someone from my past, and we'd been seeing each other."

"You turned her down?" I nodded. That's exactly what had happened. She stopped, looking at me, and when I stopped and looked at her, she said: "Why?"

"Why did I tell her I was seeing you?" I didn't quite follow her thinking.

"Why didn't you do it? Take the girl to bed and make her happy."

I looked at her, realizing that although she'd indicated she was not monogamous, I couldn't yet admit that I could be with multiple others. My monogamous mindset drove my thinking.

"Jerry, I told you I'm not monogamous, and we're not exclusive. I'm not averse to having sex with multiple people, and I know one of these days, I'm taking you with me, and we're going to see Stef and Jay and if nothing else, she's going to rock your world while Jay rocks mine, but probably we'll have four of us together. I'm not expecting you to be exclusive to me, I think you should have accepted and given me a call to tell me you weren't coming home."

"Usually, she comes to my place."

"That's OK with me, I have my own place." She giggled, "Does she like women?"

I knew instantly what she was asking and proposing. Had Loretta ever had sex with women? Was she bi, as obviously Meredith was? She was suggesting that I bring Loretta home for the night, as we'd done so often before, but she was also suggesting that perhaps she could, or would, be there too.

"I have no idea. Not something we've ever talked about."

"Why not? How long have you've been fucking this woman?"

"I don't know," I answered, taking time to think about it. "Maybe 9 years... since about a year after my wife passed?"

"And you have no idea about her needs, or wants, or desires? You're just some dick that she uses to masturbate with, is that it?" She just looked at me and when I didn't answer she asked, "Do you spend the night with each other, or is if fuck and go home?"

"We've occasionally spent the night, but usually it's during the week, and we need to go to work the next day."

"You never took her away for a weekend, she was never more than just a quick fuck?"

"What are you getting at here?" I asked, suddenly miffed at the accusatory third degree by new fuck buddy about my old fuck buddy. Sure, Loretta and I had been having sex for multiple years, but, in my mind, that was all that it had been. We were both single, occasionally needed some physical interaction with the opposite sex, and it had been mutually enjoyable. She knew that I wasn't "tied" to her; many times I'd told her that I'd had a date with someone else. I couldn't remember ever outright telling her I'd bedded my date, but she also knew I never had sex with a woman on a first date and many of them she knew I'd dated many times, which by inference meant I'd been having sex with others.

"She's just a little pussy on the side for you? Is that it? No need for commitment, just a friendly little cocksucker you keep at the ready? No thoughts about whether she has any feelings for you, or you for her? Do you even know... is she getting any from anyone else?"

I don't know whether I looked sheepish, but I certainly felt that way, as that was a perfect description. Loretta had never indicated she was interested in more than "just some sex" with me, and although there were multiple times over the years where, if we hadn't seen each other in a week or so, I'd woken up horny to thoughts of Loretta riding me or sucking my cock, usually followed through that afternoon with a raised eyebrow question to Loretta. Invariably, it always elicited a nod and perhaps a smile or a knowing raise of her eyebrow in response. I realized that I had now rejected Loretta's inquiry, as to whether I was interested in sex that night, three straight times. And as for the question of whether she was "getting any" from anyone else -- somehow, I was sure she wasn't. I'd been her only sexual partner for several years.

~

"I won't expect to see you until tomorrow night," Meredith said in the morning as I was about to walk out of the house.

I stopped in my tracks, door held open, and looked over to her. "Not tonight?" I queried, not understanding, as we'd not discussed anything happening.

"No, you're busy." Now I was really lost.

"I'm busy?" She didn't say anything, so I asked. "What am I busy with?"

"You're going to go to work. You're going to catch Loretta's eye and wiggle an eyebrow or whatever it is that you do to let her know you're interested, and then you're going to follow her home and make her a happy girl. That girl is horny and needs you, and you're going to take care of her, and then you're going to find out. Find out if she is seeing anyone else, and if not, why not. Find out, long term, what she thinks of your relationship. You're going to find out if she's thinking she wants something more from you or whether she's happy just getting boned by you every few days. You're going to clear the air about why you turned her down several times, and tell her about us."

I gulped, which was my normal inadvertent response anytime something unexpected caught me by surprise. Strangely, I felt a swelling in my pants. Despite that Loretta and I had an otherwise undefined sexual relationship, I did find her desirable, and Meredith telling me I should go and bed this other woman was surprisingly erotic to me.

"You'll be ok?" I asked, adding, "Tonight?"

"I'll be fine," she answered, stepping up to me and moving my hand off the door. "I'm going to go see Stef and Jay. I haven't had any pussy in almost a month now, and I so love it when he's doing me while I'm eating Stef." Her hand reached up to caress my cheek, and then, bending in, she kissed me. "Oh yeah, I meant to tell you, I talked with Stef yesterday, and you and I are going to go see them this weekend, but for today, go take care of Loretta." She gently pushed my shoulder and as I moved aside, the door closed behind me.

~

"I've missed you," Loretta said, now lying on top of me, sated for the moment. She'd practically attacked me as I entered her house, wearing a completely sheer baby doll designed for just one thing -- sex. She'd easily directed me into going down on her, my tongue achieving its goal after which she'd rolled over to take my cock in her mouth until I'd sufficiently stiffened up. Once I was ready, she spun around and slipped me inside her, this time both of us achieving orgasm while still on her living room floor.

I could have confirmed that I'd missed her too. Our relationship, for the last 8 or 9 years, had strictly been about sex -- and suddenly I was getting more, and virtually continuous, sex at home with Meredith. Instead, I wrapped my arms around Loretta and hugged her against my chest. Her breasts cushioned between us; I let my hug go enough to slide my hands onto her back and down to her bottom. Her face moved to the side of my neck, her lips kissing my neck and then moving up to beside my ear. With a sigh she relaxed, just lying on top of me.

"Are you going to tell me about her?" She whispered.

"Who?" I gulped, for some reason feeling my pulse increase.

"Someone's been gracing your bed, taking my lover from me."

I didn't immediately answer, so she said, "The only times we haven't gotten together in the last 9 years were when you were seeing or dating someone. You've always told me you had a date with someone, and then came back to me when it didn't work out with them and told me all about how good of a lover they were or weren't. But you didn't tell me anything this time." She rolled off of me and rose, holding her hand out to me. "Come on, let's go to bed, it's more comfortable."

Holding her hand, I followed her into the bedroom and into the bath. She released my hand to start and adjust the shower. We were both already naked, moments later she stepped in, pulling me in behind her. She stuck her face into the water, and then took the soap and washcloth to scrub her face. I reached over to the soap, taking it and rubbing it on her body. Starting with her back, she arched her shoulders, cat-like. Stepping closer, I pressed my chest against her soapy back and allowed my arms to slip under hers, soaping up her chest and breasts with my hands. She leaned harder back into me as my fingers found and caressed her nipples, a 'hmmm" of pleasure rumbling from her throat. She reached up and took the soap from my hand, sliding it down her belly and soaping up her cooch before placing the soap in the holder and then rinsing herself. Turning, she gently pushed me aside and said, "Get washed," as she pulled the shower door open and stepped out. Seconds later, I followed suit, finding her already dried and wrapped in a towel. She reached over and handed me another towel and as she did, I realized it was "my" towel. Although I only spent the night with her perhaps once a week, sometimes not for a couple of weeks as she was at my place instead, it dawned on me that she always had the towel on the nearest rack, and I always had the "other" towel. I'd never really thought of it as "my" towel, just the "other" towel.

I dried off, and when I stepped into the bedroom, I found her sitting on the edge of the bed with the bedside drawer open, putting the top back onto a medicine bottle. I recognized the small pill she'd placed on the table was meant for me. "Once isn't going to be enough tonight," she said with a mischievous grin on her face, "you've left me alone for too long." She picked up the pill, handing it to me. "Be a good boy and take your medicine so you can take care of me later."

Loretta hadn't wanted to wait; cuddling, kissing, and caressing began the transition, and by the time she was done riding my mustache to orgasm, she was able to slide back down my body to find I again had an erection capable of sustaining intercourse.

"That was four times for you tonight," I said later when she was again cuddled to my side. "Twice on my tongue and twice with my dick."

"Yeah, it was nice."

We lay there, gradually coming down from our sexual afterglow when she said, "I've always liked that about you, that you were never a cheater."

"A cheater?" I repeated, not quite getting the reference. Ever since I lost my wife, I didn't think I'd been tied to any one woman. Sure, Loretta and I had been fuck buddies for nearly that whole time, but at the same time, by my own count, I'd graced the beds of 17 women in the last 10 years. Some had only been once or twice; several had been for a month or two. Only Loretta had been my nearly continuous lover. She'd taken it in stride when I told her I was going on a date, often questioning later how it went, usually after one or the other of us had given the "You interested?" non-verbal query and after getting caught up with our own sex, I'd fill her in on my latest unsuccessful foray into the dating field. I did a double-take at my self-assessment, realizing that I'd thought "Unsuccessful" but in every one of those dates, if they were repeated a second time, I'd successfully bedded another woman. If anything, they were successful dates -- just not relationships that I'd wanted to continue.

"Until now," she clarified.

"What?" I asked, a bit miffed. "Why do you say that?"

"Well? Isn't it true? You always told me you were going on a date, and when it was over with them, you'd come back to me and tell me what a great lover they were, or how they were a dead fish, or they were a great cock sucker. You've told me about Jessica, and Maureen, and Linda, and Carmen and... and... everyone."

"Oh." I hadn't thought of it that way. I realized she'd started to say something about this earlier, and now brought it up again. Why hadn't I told her about Meredith? Every other woman that I'd had sex with, I'd told Loretta about my 'upcoming date' beforehand, essentially telling her she wasn't getting me unless, and until, that relationship ended. With Meredith, I'd said nothing, I'd just quit seeing Loretta.

"All of a sudden, two weeks ago you're not interested in getting together, so I know you're seeing someone, but you haven't even told me her name. How'd you meet her? Is she someone special or just a fuck buddy like me?"

For the first time, I sensed a bit of bitterness in her words, but I didn't try and decipher why. Instead, I began to tell all. I told from the beginning, meeting in college 47 years before, right up through Meredith kicking me out that morning and telling me I needed to take care of my fuck buddy Loretta and to find out more about her.

"So, she's bisexual?" Loretta queried.

"Bisexual, and claims that she likes sex with multiple partners at once. A man and a woman, two or more men or women at the same time. She says she's multi-orgasmic; just because she's had one, doesn't mean she can't have another almost immediately. She said that one time she had seven consecutive orgasms with seven different men."

"She had seven men all at once?"

"She said it was a gang bang with 11, but one of them didn't get her off."

"I've never had a threesome."

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

"Not really." I could tell the answer was only a half-truth.

"Not really? What does that mean?"

I felt her head bobbing back and forth as she thought about what to say. "It was a long time ago. Family vacation, my cousin and I had to share a bed. She was two years older, and wanted to masturbate and wanted me to do it with her, at the same time, and then she wanted me to do her. She took my hand and had me do her, and then she did me. With her hand the first time, and then the second night she went down on me and did me with her tongue."

"Wow. So, you were with a cousin."

"Sort of. I never went down on her, but she did me several times over the week."

"Why didn't you do her?"

"I wasn't ready for that. I'd had one boyfriend, and all we'd ever done was hold hands and kissed."

"Did you like it?"

"What woman doesn't like to orgasm? Yes, I liked it, I just wasn't ready to do it to her." I suppose turnabout was to be expected; her "What about you? Ever been with a man?" was almost instantaneous.

My "Not Really," virtually identical to Loretta's answer to me.

"What does that mean? Have you ever sucked a cock? What did you do?"

"My buddy's dad had some girlie magazines that he sort of hid, but not very well as we knew where they were. Most of them were pretty benign by today's standards, just topless girls, but he had a 'secret stash' of hardcore pornography. Girls naked, showing their pussies, sucking cocks, fucking. We'd go to his house when nobody was supposed to be there and masturbate together. We'd see who could cum first... and we also masturbated each other."

"What happened to him?"

"He moved away, and I got a girlfriend."

We lay there silently for a few moments before she said, "We've never talked about our past before, except you've always told me about your conquests when you weren't seeing me. So why now?"

"Meredith shamed me into it. She asked me about you, and except that we've been fuckbuddies for several years, I really couldn't tell her anything about you."

"And why was she interested?"

"I think," I paused, working out what I was going to say, "It's because she has said she's not monogamous, and not exclusive. She didn't outright say it, but she wanted to know about who else would be sharing my bed besides her."

"You're going to see her again?" I knew I was, I just nodded. "So you really are going to cheat on me, sleeping in someone else's bed on nights when you're not with me?"

I didn't answer her question. How could it be cheating when we had no commitment to each other? Instead, I asked it of her in return. "What about you? We've been fuck buddies for... well, about since my wife died. Have you dated anyone else? Taken anyone else to bed?"

She shook her head no, adding a verbal "No. I could have. I've been asked out a few times, but never had the desire to go to bed with any of them."

"Why's that?"

"I don't need sex as much as I used to, once or twice a week keeps me satisfied and I had you for that."