Tom and Carolyn

Tom's wife had died as one of the first victims of Covid. Yes Covid wasn't supposed to kill the young and healthy like Elaine, but it had. Her death had made a mess of Tom. After twenty years of marriage he didn't know where to start without Elaine. He sat around their home sinking ever deeper into depression. It was all he could do to get out of bed some days. He hadn't shaved in two weeks since the funeral. The lawn, which he had taken such pride in before, was looking badly in need of a visit from a herd of goats. Eventually his boss contacted him and insisted he return to work. Covid or no Covid Tom's boss wanted Tom out of that house and back at work. He was a key part of the company's management team and he was needed. Not a particularly sympathetic approach, but depression rarely responds well to sympathy. Returning to work was at least a start.

Now a bit over two years had passed. Tom had stayed with his job and after some counseling provided by his employer's health plan he had sold the house, cleaned up and disposed of Elaine's things except a few he wanted to keep, and moved himself into a singles apartment complex. The counseling had helped a great deal but there was one issue he had not yet been able to deal with--finding a replacement for Elaine in his life. The counselor had told him he should take time to grieve his wife's death but then he should find a replacement for the woman that represented half of his life. Somehow after two years Tom simply could not bring himself to show any interest in women whatsoever. It was as though all interest in the opposite sex had simply evaporated from his psyche on Elaine's death. He had managed to recover other aspects of his life but his sex drive was simply not one of them.

He had developed a friendship with Carolyn, a woman who occupied another apartment in his complex, but it was far from romantic. They got together for coffee at the neighborhood Starbucks regularly and discussed a variety of topics of mutual interest but shared little of their romantic history with each other; sports, politics, even work within the limits of the confidentiality restraints their respective jobs imposed. Almost any issue might be on the table between them, but not their romantic history.

Carolyn was also widowed. She had been married for 18 years when her husband was killed in a car crash. That much she had shared with Tom, but she volunteered nothing more and he made no inquiries beyond that as to what her life with her late husband Matthew had been like or what if anything she was doing romantically in the two years since his death. Those topics were off the table for each of them. That aspect of their relationship changed dramatically one evening following a bit too much wine and a joint someone had given Carolyn.

It was a Friday evening and normally Tom and Carolyn would have been standing side by side leaning against a wall at a singles mixer sponsored by the apartment complex as they sipped free wine and watched a crowd of the more desperate complex tenants trying to hook up for an evening's unattached sex. They enjoyed speculating about which of the tenants in the sprawling apartment complex were going to score for the night and which were going to go home disappointed, but if either of them was approached by someone they quickly waived them off. They were in attendance for the entertainment value and the free wine, not as a participant.

After only a few minutes Carolyn turned to Tom and said, "You know this circus can get boring. I've got a better idea."

"Okay, what do you have in mind?"

"A friend of mine gave me a joint yesterday." Her friend had said it would help her sex drive, but Carolyn left that detail out when explaining what she had in mind. "I hate to smoke it alone. It seems so pathetic to sit home alone and get stoned on a Friday night. So can you join me? I haven't had any marijuana in years. It might be fun."

"Neither have I. Sure why not," Tom responded. "This place looks just like it does every Friday night. We are going to be down to betting on who hooks up with who soon."

Carolyn laughed. "That's weird. Let's go to my apartment and smoke my joint."

By 8:00 o'clock they were sitting side by side on a couch in Carolyn's apartment getting totally ripped on the joint Carolyn had received from her friend.

"Wow, this shit is strong."

"No shit," Carolyn responded. "I don't remember it being this potent."

"Me neither. When was the last time?"

"Last time? she asked in dope fueled confusion.

"Last time you smoked dope," Tom asked with a chuckle.

"Oh. I thought you meant something else," she responded with a giggle.

"Nope. Just when was the last time you smoked grass?"

"Oh. Yes. Let's see. It was at my Sister's wedding a year after Matt and I got married."

"Oh. Me too."

"You were at my Sister's wedding; I didn't know that?" she asked in confusion.

"No. No. I lived in Louisiana then. I meant that was about the same time as the last time I did it. I did it with Elaine but she didn't like it and I haven't done it since."

"Wow. I hope you are talking about dope."

Tom shook his head in confusion. "Of course. What else?"

"Never mind," she said with a silly looking grin on her face. "Let's have another hit." They each took another long hit on the rapidly dwindling joint.

After a long moment of silence while they sat staring at each other with shit eating grins, Tom said, "Wow. I'm so fucking ripped."

"Me too," she responded. "And I am so relaxed. No wonder my therapist recommended this stuff." She dropped her head into his lap stretching her legs out on the couch.

"Your therapist?"

"Yeah, my therapist. I was so fucking depressed after Matt died I could barely get out of bed in the morning. My therapist helped me a lot."

"Oh, I remember."

"Remember? I never told you about my therapist."

"No I meant I remember about being depressed after Elaine died and how my therapist helped me with it."

"Oh. Yeah. Me too." Squirming a bit to try to move away from a distasteful subject she threw one foot up on the back of the couch and let the other one drop to the floor ignoring the fact that in the process her skirt climbed steadily up her thighs.

Tom noticed, however. He also noticed her large breasts pushing out the blouse she wore.

Carolyn moved her head back and forth in Tom's lap as she adjusted her feet. That was when she noticed the lump between his legs that was pressing into the back of her head. She chose not to say anything; just lay there enjoying it. The one thing the therapist had not resolved for her was her depression caused loss of libido. But tonight, for the first time since her husband's death, Carolyn felt that little itch starting in her core that told her she wanted sex. Wow, she wondered, was it the dope or was it the occasional flex of Tom's prick she could feel in the back of her head? Whatever the cause, it felt good and for the first time in years Carolyn felt a need to pursue it. But how? She hadn't seriously flirted with a man in a couple of years much less seduced one. But sometimes it's good to be so stoned you don't really worry about what you are saying.

"So your therapy," she asked. "Did it cure you of it too?"

"It?"

"Your lack of sex drive? My therapy fixed up just about everything but that."

"Oh you too?" he said.

"I think you have been cured," she said pushing brashly ahead. "I can feel your dick flexing beneath my head." She rocked her head back and forth rubbing it against his swollen cock.

"Oh... Yeah. You noticed huh?"

"Yup." She rubbed her head again.

"It's because I'm staring at your tits," he responded, his inhibitions also missing in action.

"Oh those. Matt used to do that too. He would stare at my tits and get himself all aroused and then. Well you know..."

"Oh. Can you tell me more?"

"He liked to just reach out and put his hands on them."

Like this?" Tom asked as he reached down and cupped one of her breasts. His action sent a fire straight to Carolyn's sex, a sensation she hadn't had in years. She felt his dick flex again.

"Yes," she hissed.

"It feels like a nice tit," Tom said as he continued to massage and fondle it through her blouse and bra.

"Try the other one," she said.

They were silent for a minute as he moved himself around so he could use both hands while leaving her head firmly in his lap. Now he was massaging both breasts. The repositioning had allowed his cock to move to a more comfortable position. Now it was pointing up and lying alongside Carolyn's cheek.

"Oh that feels so nice," she said, rubbing her face against his rigid prick.

"My hands or my cock?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

He deftly unbuttoned her blouse and slid his hands into her bra cups so he could touch bare flesh. There was more silence as he massaged her tits and she continued to rub her face against his cock, interrupted by very soft groans and gasps from each.

"Can I see it?" she asked.

My cock?"

"It seems only fair. You have my blouse wide open and my bra pushed down so you can look at my naked tits." He was playing with her swollen nipples now, pinching each one softly between a forefinger and a thumb eliciting gasp after gasp from her. They were big around and stood out from her breasts so they were easy for him to fondle and pinch.

"They are beautiful tits," he said. Carolyn's tits were round and large enough to cover much of her chest. The soft brown areolas were capped by now swollen and erect nipples that stood well out from each breast.

"Matt liked them too."

"Elaine liked my dick," he said. "Or at least she did when it was erect and buried inside her."

"I'll bet she did. It feels huge."

"She said it was, but it's not like I checked with a lot of other sources."

"How about letting me check?"

"Okay." As he released his pants and pushed them down so his cock sprung free he asked, "Did you suck Matt's cock?"

She had turned so she had her hands around the shaft. "Oh that feels like a wonderful cock... and yes I sucked Matt's cock and before I met him there were a number of other cocks I sucked. I love to suck cock."

She sat up so she was on her knees facing him, quickly stripping off her blouse and bra so she was naked from the waist up. Then still kneeling on the couch she leaned forward and began to suck his cock, her tits hanging beneath her and swinging a bit as she moved.

"Oh god," he gasped. "I haven't felt this in years."

She pulled her head back just long enough to say, "Me either," before she went back to slurping away at his prick. Everything she had learned in her college years and during her marriage about cock sucking came back in a flash. She was caressing the head of his prick with her tongue while her hands applied a twisting stroke to the shaft, all lubed with freely available saliva. She pulled it into her mouth until it was pressing against the opening of her throat (too big to swallow she had decided). She rotated her head so his prick pressed the inside of each check, creating an obscene bulge on the outside. She fondled his balls (such nice big balls she thought) and sucked them one after another into her mouth. But more than anything else she sucked as she pumped Tom's beautiful cock in and out of her mouth, twisting and stroking the shaft in coordination with each sucking motion. It was a great blow job.

Needless to say Tom did not have a great deal of staying power, soon saying with a gasp "Oh fuck. I'm going to cum."

She responded by dropping to the floor between Toms legs and holding his prick so it was aimed at her face and chest while she aggressively stroked him to a climax. "Good. Cum on me. Squirt it all over me."

Tom gasped and then roared as his cock began to squirt shot after shot of warm slippery white cum that hit Carolyn in the face, her hair, her throat, and her tits. She was holding his cock directing it like a firehose. She had loved making Matt cum on her. But she couldn't remember Matt or any lover before him spraying such a massive volume of cum. She was coated by the time he finished and sagged back against the couch. "Wow! How long has it been?" she asked.

"Too long," Tom responded between gasps required to recover his breath.

"Do you masturbate?" she asked.

"Yes, but not often. The depression. You know."

"Yeah. I know. I almost gave it up until my therapist convinced me to watch porn. It helps some."

"I'm sorry about the mess."

"No need to be sorry. I love it. Matt used to do this to me all the time. It's so nasty. So hot."

"Oh Elaine didn't like it the one time we tried it. She didn't like porn either."

"Did she like it when you went down on her?" As she spoke Carolyn was rising to her feet and stripping off her skirt and panties.

Tom smiled. "Well she claimed she didn't like it because it was immoral, and nasty, and so on, but when she was aroused enough to let me do it she seemed to enjoy it."

"You mean lots of noise when you made her cum?" Carolyn flopped down at the other end of the couch and threw one leg over the back of the couch and the other on the floor giving Tom an invitation.

"Absolutely." Tom smiled again. "She could be pretty vocal when we had sex, but then she felt guilty about it for about two weeks."

"Let me guess. Until she got horny again and wanted more?" As she spoke Carolyn was using her fingers of one hand to smear Tom's cum about on her big tits. The other hand was spreading her pussy lips apart to expose the gleaming tissue behind them.

"Did Matt eat your pussy?"

"Fuck yes. I loved it and so did he. He was good at it." She brushed the hair of her bush aside saying, "I used to keep myself shaved nice and clean for him, but lately... well until tonight it seemed kind of pointless."

"I don't care," he said as he pulled his clothes off and got to his knees on the couch between her spread legs.

Carolyn gasped as he slid two fingers into her cunt. "Oh Fuck yes. That feels so good. It's been so long."

Tom sat back on his haunches staring at her pussy as he finger fucked her. He was enjoying watching her facial expressions as he slowly pushed his fingers in and out of her cunt. Then he leaned forward and began to slowly drag his tongue between her lips stopping just short of her engorged clit on each stroke. Carolyn continued to play with her tits but her head was thrown back and she quietly whined in response to each stroke of Tom's tongue.

Aside from Carolyn's whining they were silent for several minutes abandoning their interrogation of each other about their prior sex life for their indulgence of their current lust. Tom searched about with his fingers in Carolyn's cunt until he found her G spot, softly rubbing the sensitive tissue to increase the volume of Carolyn's crying. He thought about holding her on the edge as he had previously done with his wife from time to time (much to her regular later criticism) but he decided that for this occasion perhaps edging might be taking things too far.

Keeping his fingers tightly pressed against Carolyn's G spot he began extending each lap of his tongue so it flicked her swollen clit. She screeched loudly each time and thrust her hips up against his face. After a few passes she groaned out a few words, "Oh fuck. Finish me Tom. Finish me. Suck on my clit. Can you do that Tom. Can you...," interrupted by another screech when his tongue flicked her clit again. She grabbed his head, her fingers twisting through his hair, and pulling his face against her sex. "Now Tom. Now."

He pressed harder against that sensitive spot in her cunt and sucked her clit between his lips, suckling on it like it was the swollen nipple on a tit. Carolyn had a relatively large clit when it was aroused standing out like an engorged breast nipple. "Oh fuck yes. Yes, yes, yes. Oh fuck. I'm... going to cum. I'm..." and she exploded with a loud scream as her orgasm ripped through her body, her legs shaking, her cunt cramping on Tom's fingers and gushing a flood of liquid. Her climax went on through several waves of diminishing force until she finally pushed Tom away, unable to stand anymore stimulation from his fingers, tongue, and lips.

Tom sat back on his haunches staring at her as she lay gasping before him, head back and eyes closed, her legs lewdly spread, her cunt gleaming and still pulsing slightly. Before he could say anything she raised her head and softly asked between gasps, "Are you hard yet?"

"Yes."

"Put it in me. I love to feel full after I cum this way."

He grabbed her by the knees pulling her towards him and then lay forward as she grabbed his now fully recovered cock and lined it up. "Yes. Right there. Now put it in me. I want you to fuck me Tom. Fuck me. Fuck me good and hard. Now."

Her still cramping cunt resisted his entry at first but once he pushed harder and she responded by thrusting her hips up he slid past the ring of still tight muscles and felt the head of his prick fill the entrance of her hot wet pussy. "Oh fuck yes. That's it. Now put it all the way in. Fuck you're big. Slowly oh yeah. Just like that. Oh fuck you're going to split me in half." She was gripping his hips with both of her hands guiding him slowly into her.

When he reached bottom, his balls snugged against her, they paused, both silently enjoying the first real sex they had had in years. "Oh so nice," she whispered. "To feel so full again." Tom flexed his prick in response. "Oh my. That was nice." She responded by flexing the muscles of her cunt and they soon were thrusting slowly and silently, engaged in the most delicious fuck either of them could remember. Their pace slowly increased and Carolyn began to whine again as she had when Tom was licking her pussy. Their pace continued to increase until they were fucking furiously, Carolyn's legs in the air and Tom holding her ass and slamming his cock home on each thrust. Carolyn's orgasm was sudden and sharp coming with a scream from her and followed by a groan from Tom as he emptied his balls into her cunt. She felt the gush of his climax deep in her cunt.

They lay entwined as his cock slowly shrank from her cunt and they both gasped in silence. Eventually he rose and sat staring down at his ravaged friend. Neither said anything, each a bit stunned at what had just happened.

"I think there was some of that wine left."

"I could use a glass."

"I also have another bottle in the refrigerator."

They rose and walked to the kitchen sitting naked at the little table as they each sipped a glass of wine, both still feeling more than a little stoned but satiated by the sex. Tom was struck by the casualness of their nudity. He had always been comfortable with nudity but his wife had not, so a situation like this, sitting naked in the kitchen sharing wine, would never have occurred in his marriage.

"Well that wasn't quite how I expected my Friday night to be," she said as she used a damp kitchen towel to clean off the remnants of Tom's first climax off her face and chest and those of his second that had run down her leg as she walked to the kitchen.

Tom smiled and shook his head, "Me neither."

She shook her head with a laugh, "Do you always cum this much?"

"Like I said earlier, it's been a while. Funny thing though my wife used to complain about that sometimes." After a moment of silence he said, "So is it more than normal?"

"Well I suppose you would have to ask a hooker (which I am not) about that, but... It seems like a lot to me." She laughed again. "It was fun. You just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. God, you were like a fucking fire hose."

Tom shrugged and smiled as he reached for his wine glass.

"You know, she said, before I went to work for the VA treating PTSD patients I was in private practice doing a lot of marriage and sex counseling. I had patients who complained about their spouses not cumming enough. Not often enough or just so little she couldn't tell he actually did it."

"Oh yeah, I forgot you're a shrink aren't you. Do people really talk to you about their sex lives?"

"Oh yeah. When I was doing marriage counseling I found a lot of the problems in marriages revolve around sex in some fashion."

"You mean like cheating husbands or wives and that sort of stuff."

"Well yes there is often that, but when you dig into it a bit there are commonly deeper problems between people whose sex drive, or inhibitions, or lack of inhibitions, or whatever just don't match up." That made Tom think again of his late wife whose inhibitions always seemed a constraint on their sex life.

"You mean like he wants to fuck a lot and she doesn't?"

"Or the other way around." She shook her head. "Believe me the range of sex issues that can divide people are endless. Mostly I try to get them to talk about it with me and with each other and learn to accept that they have different interests and try to find ways to accommodate them."

"Yeah. I guess I can understand some of that. There were a lot of things Elaine and I didn't agree on. Sex things I mean."

"But you talked about them; right?"

He sighed and said, "Probably not enough. I guess I just wanted more and different things than she did and when I did try to talk to her about them she just kind of clammed up. Or told me I was a pervert."

"That's pretty common."

"That's what my counselor told me."

"So what kind of things did you want to do that were a problem?"

"Practically everything except a Friday night fuck in the missionary position under the covers in a dark room."

"Oh wow. That would be pretty restrictive. What kinds of things did she say no to?"

"Everything else."

"What? You asked for everything else? What did you do? Sit there going through the Kama Sutra page by page?"

Tom laughed. "No I'm not that bad. There were just some positions and maybe some other things I wanted to try. Like I wanted us to watch each other masturbate. She said my ideas were filthy."

"Oh," Carolyn laughed. "That's what would have made them really good. I always tell my patients that the best sex is filthy sex. I mean sex you wouldn't tell your mother about or maybe that your mother told you not to do. Sex you wouldn't want the neighbors to hear about or your friends to know about. Good sex needs to be secret and nasty."

"My, my. Where did you learn all this? Do they teach this in sex counselor school."

Another laugh. "I started young."

"What?"

"Relax. Not that bad. When I was 10 my parents sent me off to a girls boarding school. I was 18 when I came home for a summer before heading out to college and that summer at home is where my sex education really began. All I got from boarding school was a Life Sciences class that was like Home Ec. I got a PhD in psychology in college. Okay there were some interesting classes in abnormal psychology and marriage counseling but the discussion in a class room or a course book is always so clinical and sterile. Everything is dumbed down to where it couldn't arouse a horny nun. I try to get my clients to be lewd and nasty with their sex."

"So what happened when you were 18."

Carolyn leaned back shaking her head and thrusting her bare chest out as she did. "Oh that story is going to take another glass of wine. Can you get the bottle in the refrigerator and open it." As Tom walked to get the wine she noticed that his cock was apparently recovering. It was mostly engorged and hanging down and swinging as he passed. That brought a smile to her face but she said nothing. Once he had opened the wine and refilled their glasses she started in on the story:

You need to understand that when I came home at 18 I had been at an all-girls boarding school for all my formative years. I was still a virgin but not totally ignorant about sex. It was just a girls boarding school, not a nunnery (even though it was run by nuns). We all talked and speculated a lot and one girl had even stolen some dirty magazines from her older brother so I knew the basics of what went where and even a little bit about why. Some girls said just for procreation and others said no it was for fun. Needless to say we hadn't asked the nuns for further guidance.

I had only been home for a week when my parents threw a big party. It was my Mother's birthday. There were lots of people wandering around and the booze was flowing freely. I will skip all the details about the birthday cake and what not because I was bored, but late in the evening I went wandering down a hallway and I thought I heard my mother's voice coming through our guest bedroom door, "Oh god yes that feels good. So fucking good. That's it. Just fuck me. Fuck me. I need it so bad". Then her voice was cut off or at least muffled.

That can't be Mom I thought. But I had to find out. I tried the door and it was unlocked so I opened it just enough to see in. It was my mother all right. She was naked, kneeling on a bed her big tits hanging down and swaying. The reason her voice was muffled was that there was a naked man standing before her, brown skinned, short, and pudgy, but obviously strong with a lot of dark hair on his chest and shoulders. He had her head in his hands and he was fucking her face with what looked like a big cock to me. As he pulled back on each stroke you could see her cheeks sucking hard on his tool. As it withdrew you could see it gleaming with her saliva before he rammed it back home. It was the most obscene thing I had ever seen.

Even worse, there was another naked man kneeling behind her holding her full, round, ass in his hands as he plunged his cock in and out of her cunt. Her ass looked so white in contrast to the brown skin of his hands. He was really giving it to her and the muffled noises I was hearing were her groans and cries of what I immediatly concluded was joy. Every once in a while she would pull the first man's cock out of her face and look back while she continued use one hand to twist and stroke the gleaming shaft before while she cried out in response to the fucking the other man was giving her from behind, "Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes Jose. That's so fucking good. So good. Just keep that up." Then she went back to sucking the first guy's cock and her cries were again muffled. Like the man face fucking my mother the guy pounding her from behind was short and swarthy with dark body hair everywhere and from what little I could see of it he also seemed to have a large, hard cock. Every once in a while he slapped her soft, white, ass and said something obscene in Spanish. By this time I had figured out that the two men fucking my mother were a part of the team of gardeners that mowed our lawns.

My first thought was to run away but I was finding the scene incredibly arousing so I continued to watch. I pushed my hand up under the skirt I was wearing and began to masturbate as I saw my mother wantonly fucking the two men. I stood there masturbating as I watched the debauchery before me for a good 15 minutes or so eventually reaching a climax that pretty well matched the timing of my mother and her two friends. One of them spewed his cum all over her ass and the other one all over her face. It was the first time I had ever seen an erect cock ejaculating cum. My mother lowered herself to sitting in the chair with a shit eating grin and cum dripping from her face and running down her big tits. "Oh you guys are so fucking good," she said. That was when I realized she could see me and probably hear my gasping for breath after my own climax. I walked quickly away down the hall.

Tom was looking at her in awe as she told the story. "Wow that sounds pretty traumatic."

"I'm not sure the word for it was traumatic, but it certainly was a surprise. I mean I knew enough to know that at least sometimes my parents must have had sex or I wouldn't be there, but yeah the two swarthy Latino guys from the lawn crew were a surprise. There were a few more surprises to come that night."

"More than your mother being double teamed by the mow and blow team?"

She nodded her head and continued.

I walked on down the hall wondering what the hell was going on. As I approached my parent's bedroom door I heard more sounds of sex. When I opened the door a crack I could see my next door neighbor Mary Ann Rittenhouse sitting astride someone, her smallish tits bouncing wildly as she fucked him furiously. Just like my mother she had a lot to say about it. Mostly she was just crying out in lust but between screams I heard her say, "Oh fuck Scotty. Fuck, fuck, fuck. So fucking good. I love your fucking cock Scotty."

Oh my god, I thought. Scott is my father's name. Is our next door neighbor fucking my father? I watched for a few minutes out of curiosity I guess or more likely a certain voyeuristic tendency that I have since realized I have. Sometimes you wind up learning more than you really wanted to know. The male half of the pair grunted, "Turn over Mary Ann and let me fuck you from behind."

I had no doubt that it was my father's voice and as they repositioned I could see it was my father. Mary Ann was now on her knees, face down on the bed with her ass sticking up like a dog in heat. As my father knee walked in behind her I saw him holding what looked like a huge cock that he proceeded to slide into Mary Ann. She gasped and cried out, "Oh fuck. You're so fucking big. That's it. That's it. Put it all the way in me. Now damn it." He slapped her ass hard pulled back just a little and slammed himself hard against her tight narrow ass. She screamed as he bottomed out.

I stood and watched them fuck for several minutes listening to the noise of his hips slapping her ass and Mary Ann's cries of lust. Once again I was stroking my sex under my skirt, until they also climaxed and collapsed into a gasping, twisted, pile of arms and legs.

I wandered through the rest of the house and found several other couples fucking in various positions and styles, some in public places like the kitchen and the living room. There were even a few same sex couples. Watching Mary Ann's husband Adam fucking my older cousin Ralph in the ass was probably the most eye opening event of the evening. I knew gay men had sex just like gay women, but I had never imagined just what that would look like and how intense they would get.

Ralph's mother (who was my mother's sister) was having what looked like glorious lesbian sex on the floor of our living room with a woman who I eventually realized had been my third grade teacher. There were several couples lounging on the living room furniture masturbating as they watched the floor show.

That was when I retreated to my bedroom locking the door so I could lay on my bed trying to digest what I had just seen. Later I heard people talking as though leaving and I tiptoed down the hall to see what was happening. Everyone was now dressed and saying their goodbyes to my mother. Unlike everyone else Mom was still naked and as each couple left they kissed her and fondled her breasts, ass, or whatever was convenient. When the last one left Mom turned to my father and said, "God what a party. But Scotty I'm still horny. Take me to bed and fuck me now." I watched my father step up to my mother and give her a long kiss while he fondled her ass. Then he picked her up and carried her towards their bedroom.

"Sounds like your parents were swingers. Did you ask them about it?"

Carolyn nodded and continued:

The next morning when I came downstairs Mom was in the kitchen making coffee. When she saw me she said, "Good morning Carolyn. Care for coffee?" She seemed completely oblivious to the fact she and I had recognized each other through the slightly open door the night before.

As she poured a cup and set it before me I leaned back and said, "You know I saw you last night, with Jose and Luiz."

"Oh... Yeah that was you wasn't it? Peeking through the open door."

" Yup. That was me Mom. Was it good Mom?"

" She shook her head and paused while she thought. "Ah... Yes it was. Those two are..." She paused without finishing the sentence and then went on, "It was my birthday you know," as if she thought that made it okay to fuck and blow the lawn guys.

" I know. But it wasn't Dad's birthday was it? He seemed to be having a great time fucking Mrs. Rittenhouse."

"Oh yeah. He told me about that later. They did have a good time...," she chuckled. "They usually do. Mary Ann likes your father's big fat dick. Her husband's is long and skinny."

"And what about--and I reeled off the names of various other unrelated couples I had seen fucking? It looks like your birthday party was an orgy Mom?"

She shook her head and smiled. "Yeah it kind of was. Your father's birthday party last month was too." She paused for a moment and then said, "I guess there a few things we should talk about." As she spoke she sat down across the kitchen table. "Things have changed a bit here while you were away at school."

"So I noticed. What happened?"

Mom sighed." I wasn't planning to have to explain all this to you but..."

I raised my eyebrows urging her to continue.

"See it was about two or three years ago. Mary Ann and Adam convinced your father and me to join them on a winter time cruise to the Caribbean. It was a small ship that would just take us from island to island with lots of sunshine and rum they told us. It was winter here, cold and nasty. It sounded great so your father and I said count us in. There was just one detail they left out. Mary Ann still swears they didn't know but I'm not so sure about that, not that it matters."

"And what was the detail Mom?"

"It was a cruise for swingers."

"Wow what happened?"

My mother laughed. "Well pretty much what you can figure out from what you saw around here last night. Your father and I had a... How do I say this. I guess we had a life changing experience." She took a sip of her coffee but I said nothing in response just leaving her hanging to tell the rest of the story.

She shook her head after swallowing a gulp of coffee. "As soon as the ship cleared port in Miami your Father and I went on deck and found that everyone was naked or so close to naked it didn't matter. We walked around a bulkhead and found Mary Ann and Adam stretched out on lounge chairs just as naked as everyone else."

"And the fucking Mom? When did that start?"

"Uhh later... but not much later. It was warm and beautiful out on the deck and our neighbors convinced us we should join the group nudity. It wasn't long before that horny father of yours was wandering around with that big dick of his half engorged and hanging down his leg as he ogled all the naked flesh on display. It was getting a lot of looks. Believe me on a cruise like that there is no sin in staring."

"Then what happened?"

"It was Mary Ann. She really has no restraint. She had been staring at Scott's dangling cock and she turned to me and said, 'My god your husband is hung. I can't wait.'

I'll leave out the rest of the details. It involved a lot of rum and some marijuana but before the evening was out we had engaged with our neighbors in our first couples swap."

"And were there others Mom. I mean other couples you swapped with?"

She smiled. "It was that kind of trip dear. By the time we got home I had no idea how many people I had had sex with. It was a lot; men and women."

"Women too?" I asked, sounding kind of shocked.

"Like I said, it was that kind of trip. Besides Carolyn you know women have sex with other women. Homosexuality isn't just for men."

"Yeah I know that Mom but I didn't know you... "

"As I said things have changed while you've been away." Then she smiled lasciviously and said, "You know what else I learned I liked on that trip? Anal sex. That long skinny dick of Adam's has some really special skills. It's like having a snake... "

"Enough Mom," I interrupted. " I get it."

Then I asked, "So the party just kept going after you came back from the trip?"

"Kind of. Not as intense as on a swingers cruise of course. It's just an occasional party like last night or an overnight with Adam and Mary Ann. She just loves your father's big cock and I..."

"That's enough Mom."

"Oh I'm sorry. We are pretty open about talking about sex around here now and I forgot you've been living in a girls school run by nuns. She paused and then asked, "You aren't still a virgin are you?"

"Mom!" I yelled and fled from the room.

I made sure I solved the virginity problem before the week was out, but not with my mother's help. It was with my Uncle when he came over to borrow a lawn mower one day. We were in the garage. I boldly told him that I wanted him to take my virginity and to my shock he said, "Sure. Bend over." He pulled his cock out and to my horror I saw that it was just as big as his brother Scott. He was quite gentle with me at first. But we were in that garage for several hours and before he left, I had decided that fucking a man with a big hard cock, whether he was my uncle or not, was a great thing. Mary Ann's obsession with my father's cock made a lot more sense after that experience. There was a lot more fucking before I left for college before the end of the summer--with neighbors, a few strangers, and even relatives but not my parents. They have standards, of sorts."

Tom looked at her and just shook his head. When he eventually spoke up, he said, "Wow my experience certainly wasn't like that."

"Most people don't have that kind of experience, but I think some of my patients would have been better off if they had." She refilled both wine glasses and then looked evenly at Tom and said, "Okay now that I've told you how I discovered sex how about you? How did you lose your virginity?"

Tom looked at her with a bit of surprise, but the marijuana was still suppressing any inhibitions he might have had so he took a sip of the wine and said, "Well it was Janice Rutherford in the back seat of her parents Buick behind the comic book store."

Carolyn tipped her head asking for more. "The comic book store? How old were you?"

I was 18, barely and I wasn't a particularly mature 18 year old. I didn't date in high school. But there was one thing about the comic book store you need to know. There was a room in the back where they sold pornographic magazines. I wasn't there for the comics. I had promised to meet her younger brother Richie there. He had gotten Janice to drive him and she waited outside. We leafed through the mags until the grumpy old owner ran us out.

But here's the thing you have to know. Yes I was a bit immature and something of an introvert, but that wasn't the case of Richie and Janice. When we got to the car Janice was waiting in the back seat. Richie had been telling her that I had a huge dick. Richie hopped in front and Janice told me to get in back with her. As soon as I got in I realized that this had been a setup. Richie, who was the same age as me but couldn't drive due to fight with his father, was going to sit in front and watch (I think he masturbated) while Janice seduced me.

She started by kissing, long wet sloppy kissing with lots of tongue. She also grabbed one of my hands and put it on her breast. In addition to being very horny Janice had nice big soft tits. Remember that I had spent the last fifteen minutes inside the comic book store with Richie looking at porn. She didn't have to work very hard to seduce me. She pulled the sweater she was wearing over her head and shed her bra. So here I was in the back seat of a big old Buick with a half-naked girl with the nicest, big, soft, tits I could imagine and with a huge lump in my jeans. There was nothing subtle about Janice. She let me play with her tits through one more long kiss and then said, "I want to see it."

"It?"

"Your cock. My brother says you have a big cock. Get it out."

"I..." As you can imagine a horny 18 year old introverted virgin doesn't have much of an answer for that. I sat in shock as she quickly opened my jeans and pushed them and my shorts down to my knees.

My cock flopped out fully erect and ready to go. Now like I told you earlier I'm not sure I have a valid point of view on whether there is anything exceptional about the size of my cock or not, but Janice sure thought there was. "Oh my god Richie," she said to her brother who was leaning over the back of the bench seat in the old car. "It's just fucking huge."

"Told you," he responded.

Not being one to waste time with conversation with her perverted brother (Who sets his friend up with his sister and then hangs around to watch?) she quickly engulfed my cock in her mouth. I can't say that Janice was the best cock sucker I've ever met but under the circumstances she was more than adequate. With in a few ins and outs I lost it and spewed a flood of cum all over her.

"My god she screeched. "Richie where did you find this guy."

"He's on my soccer team."

If I hadn't been so completely devastated by my climax I probably would have been apologizing. But that was mooted when my pervert friend Richie said, "Janice, he's still hard. He just covered you with his cum and he's still hard."

Janice used a towel that was handy to wipe the cum off her face then she quickly got herself and me naked. "That's it. Now go on and fuck him Janice," Richie said.

I had a bit of staying power after losing control with her blow job so she and I were fucking merrily for at least the next 15 minutes with Richie happily watching and masturbating from the front seat. All great fun until we heard the grumpy old comic book store owner yelling at us, "What the fuck are you kinds doing? It's three in the afternoon. You can't fuck behind my store. I'm going to call the cops." Richie, who was just as naked as Janice and I quickly slid behind the wheel and peeled out of the parking lot throwing gravel on the store owner. Janice and I were oblivious as he drove through town continuing to fuck in the back seat until we had both climaxed for our second or was it third time. I still don't remember. I do remember that my cock was still hard when they let me out at my house.

My parents weren't home and I didn't have a key so I sat on the front steps, dressed but still with a massive hardon as I tried to digest what had just happened to me.

Wow. That's quite a story Carolyn said. I suppose I shouldn't ask but did you fuck her any more after that?

Tom laughed and shook his head. "Only about three times a week for the rest of the summer--in the car, in playgrounds at night, in a protected glade in the park, in a cleaning materials closet at the mall,... I can't remember all the places we had sex before I had to leave for college. But don't be confused. It wasn't romantic. It was just sex."

Carolyn sat thinking for a moment and then said, "Okay the psychologist in me makes me ask. Was her brother watching all those times?"

"Sometimes. He really was a pervert."

"And did you ever tell your wife about that summer?"

"Elaine? Good god no. She would have been so freaked out.

"Maybe and maybe not."

"It doesn't matter now. Let's go to bed and fuck some more. My depressed libido seems to have recovered." Tom had been stoking his now fully erect cock for some time now.

"I noticed." She paused for a moment. "And I think your horny first time partner was right. You have a great dick. And I want some more of it."

"So you're recovering your sex drive also?" She smiled and nodded her head at him as she rose from the table. "Let's go try some of those positions your wife didn't want."

More to come.

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