My Friend with Benefits (FWB)

One of the better things I experienced was having a friend with benefits before they were called that. Mind you, this was the late 70s and we just called it screwing or something like that. He was also the guy who got me interested in a cocktail waitress job on the weekends.

After I started working at the phone company in 1975, I met a guy who was on the phones in the call center (like me). We would chat on break and at lunch. I liked him. Nice guy. Nice looking. It did not take him long and he finally asked me out. We started dating and before long were only seeing each other.

He was divorced and was 10 years older than me. No children. I was 24 at the time and had never been married. I also had no boyfriend at the time.

He had served in the USAF and in Vietnam and was very worldly. Really nice guy. Honest. Authentic.

On one of our dates, we went back to my apartment. Once we got there, it started out innocently enough. We started kissing on the couch and before long, we were all over each other.

He had unbuttoned my blouse and at that time, I wore front open bras. He undid the hook and when my boobs popped out, he said "OMG, I love your breasts!"

He started suckling my nipples and I just swooned I was so horny. I walked him to my bedroom as I did not want to screw on the couch. I wanted our first screw to be nice.

I slipped my panties off and he got out of the rest of our clothes. When his cock popped out -- OMG... he was long and thick with a very big cockhead.

I told him I was not on the pill as I was having some minor side effects and my gyno took me off them. Because of that, I had a box of condoms in the bathroom so that I would always be prepared.

I got a condom from the bathroom, and he placed it on his penis.

We made out a few more minutes, he worked his way down to my pussy and performed oral sex on me until I orgasmed. Once I came down from my orgasm, he mounted me. God, it felt so good to feel his erect penis in me. It had been a couple of months since I had sex with anyone.

He pumped on me for several minutes before orgasming. We cuddled in the bed for several minutes but then realized that we both had work tomorrow.

He did not spend the night as we both had to work the next day.

We saw each other at work that next morning. It was kind of interesting/uncomfortable, especially since we had done "it" the night before.

When I got home, he called me and asked if he could come over. I said sure.

A few minutes later he was there. He was nervous and very apologetic.

From his words, I think he felt he had taken advantage of me. I reassured him that was not the case. I told him that I wanted the sex as much as he did and wanted to do it again.

Since it was clear that I was getting back into a relationship involving frequent sex, I went back to my gynecologist. I got back on the pill. He could then put it in me bare. He also got tested so that I knew he was clean.

He started coming over each Wednesday for our sex dates. There were many, many times when he would also come over on a Friday or Saturday night. We did not do the dinner thing, but we did have sex.

Sometimes we would go out to eat. Other times, I cooked the meal.

He loved doing me. Here he was -- an older guy getting great sex from this hot single girl. Plus, I had a reputation at work of being a "swinging single girl." That made it even more exciting for him.

Even though we worked together, he was very discreet about it. He was such a gentleman.

I gave him blowjobs and swallowed, and he loved that. He had received blowjobs but never had a girl who swallowed his cum. He was great at oral sex and my orgasms were so powerful.

We went out of town several times and spent the night in hotels. Usually, it was for a rock concert or just to get out of town. Those were fun.

We could pretend to be man and wife. The sex seemed naughtier when we were doing it in a hotel.

You may remember - this was the day of Polaroid cameras. The ones that would take a picture and not have to be developed. The picture developed automatically. I posed nude for him in the hotel room on one of our trips. We took a lot of photos, and I told him he could keep those. He promised never to share.

I think we dated about almost a year and then kind of drifted apart after that. We were just two people who needed each other at the time. Of all the guys I had sex with while single, he probably got to do me more than any of those other guys as our sex was weekly and sometimes more.

When I told the man who later became my husband about my FWB, he loved it. For some reason, knowing that I was in a relationship that was based solely on sex really turned him on. I remember reading my boyfriend's obituary in our newspaper many years later. He passed away in his late 50s. It was 26 years after we were lovers, but I remember crying when I read the obit. He was such a nice man, and I thought "Why him when he still had so many years ahead of him." He never remarried and never had kids. So very sad. I hope he thought of me from time to time.