Her Sexual Transformation Ch. 07

Over a month had past since Karen used the internet to line up sex dates.  She now had had two gratifying sessions with men who could not have been much more different from each other. Shaun, a rather diffident Caucasian man in his mid-30s, and Denny, a self-confident, late-20s stud with an Indian heritage.  The sessions with both were relatively short - less than an hour of bed time - but both men gave her multiple orgasms. They each had good sized-cocks,. Although Denny's had a very wide girth that pleasurably stretched her pussy more than she had imagined, he was not the type of man she sought. He was too rough-cut, unsociable and uncommunicative. Otherwise, she was delighted with the sexual diversity.

Fresh from being with Denny, she renewed her quest on the internet. By now she had attained enough experience to discern the many problems associated with sifting through and choosing potential candidates. Anyone who has spent a lot of time on the internet can attest to the difficulties. Separating genuinely interested men from the fraudulent ones can take up many hours, but patterns do emerge. It becomes obvious that certain men use the anonymity of the internet to engage in lascivious conversations and to procure nude photos in order to masturbate.  Others just turn out to be unacceptable for a number of reasons. People lie about themselves or, as in the case of Denny, post deceiving photos. Then there are those who cancel meetings at the last moment or even never show up. Finding the right men, in short, is no easy venture.

With all this in mind, Karen was set to be more savvy and strict in engaging in chats with applicants and during her own enquiries. Anthony, a school teacher, had been high on her list before she met Denny.  She had already spent some time online with him over a two-week span.  

Continuing contact, and wary of photos, this time she demanded a video chat to ascertain his appearance before agreeing to meet him. Anthony even held up his driver's license to prove his identity. Knowing already a lot about him, she invited him to our home. Based on our respective schedules, they agreed on meeting ten days later on a Saturday at 3 PM. She told him we would start off in our spa, so he should bring a bathing suit. Here is a précis of their previous chats and the information she acquired.

Anthony was another divorced bachelor, 45 years old. He was very coy about himself in his profile but provided enough details to pique Karen's interest. He described himself as a professional man who needed a sexual outlet on a non-committal basis. He wanted to meet discreetly outside his immediate residence area and would pay for a hotel room, if a home meeting was not feasible. He was willing to travel within a 50- mile radius.  Statistically, he was a slender, tall man and had a circumcised, thin,  eight-inch cock. He said he was virile and could get two erections easily within an hour. After a first round, he could last a long time. He did not attach a photo but would provide one to anyone interested. He was open-minded about race and marital status but wanted to meet mature, older women between 40 and 60 years old. A bit older or younger would do. Because he sometimes had appointments in the evening,  he preferred meeting on weekends or on a holiday, depending on the driving distance.

Karen was intrigued by his profile. She thought he must be a genuine, sincere man to offer to pay for a hotel and travel some distance to meet someone. (In our case that would be an hour and a half drive.) His virility appealed to her, and as a professional man he should have some verbal and social skills. She was also curious about his need for discretion, since he was a bachelor.

She decided to send him a message and chat him up if he liked her profile. As bait, she took a chance and sent him a full-length family photo and asked for his. He instantly agreed to chat and sent a similar photo in reciprocation.  The photo matched his basic height and weight statistics. He looked his stated age. She subsequently learned about his nèed for discretion. He was a school teacher in a small community and could not risk placing his photo online. That could prove embarrassing and might result in disciplinary school action, since the school had rigid conduct rules.  

They hit it off, and he was eager to meet her. He had few questions. She assured him he did not need a condom. He had no problem having a threesome with me. He had been in threesomes with other couples. He enjoyed the socializing as well as the sex. He was therefore high on her list, and she was contemplating others when I suggested she should consider Denny.

Anthony arrived on the dot, already attired in a bathing suit and a T-shirt. He looked exactly like his photo. Tall, slender and very fit.  He brought along extra clothes to change later. Karen wore a bikini under a bathrobe that just covered her bottom. I was dressed like Anthony. We met him at the front of our home and escorted him directly to our spa, which is in a private enclosure near our pool. It is embedded in the flooring and is easy to enter.

Karen removed her robe and moved into the spa, while inviting Anthony to join her. Anthony and I stripped down to our bathing suits. I ordered drinks - they settled for cold beers - which I retrieved from a nearby cooler. I passed out the beers and hopped in. Karen sat between us on the built-in bench seat that circled the entire spa. (Our spa can comfortably hold 12 people, so we had plenty of room to maneuver and frolic.) Her bikini-clad breasts were just above the water line. Her top was already wet, so we could see the trace of her prominent nipples poking the material.

We chatted amiably about his teaching career and life in his community, while telling him a little about our family and backgrounds.  The usual getting-acquainted conversation. After about 40 or so minutes from the time he had arrived and settled in the spa,  and we had finished drinking, I set matters in motion.  

"Karen," I asked. "Why are we men both topless and you're not? That's not fair. I think you should be, too."

Karen rolled her eyes in a mock shock. She then reached behind her to unclasp her top and lift it over her head.

I always feel proud when Karen exposes her perfect breasts to a man. Anthony gazed at them in admiration.  "Wow! They look perfect," he said.

"They feel even better," I commented. "Go on, feel them yourself."

Anthony reached over with one hand to cup and gently squeeze the breast nearest him.

Anthony remarked, "You're right. They are full and firm."

I did the same with the breast nearest me. I could tell Karen was getting aroused as her nipple was stiffening.

Subsequently, she turned towards Anthony and kissed him passionately. Open-mouthed with tongue play. While they kissed, I removed my bathing suit and guided her hand to stroke my cock under the water. I noticed that Anthony was fondling her breast with one hand while struggling to remove his bathing suit with the other. Karen then commenced stroking our cocks and alternately kissing us.

While she was kissing me, Anthony bent over and mouthed her nipple. Karen sighed into my mouth. I broke off the kiss and watched him suck her nipple hard. He then took it gently between his teeth and kept pulling on it.

He was driving her delirious with lust.  "I want to suck you," she gasped.

In a logical sequence, he lifted himself to sit on the broad edge of the spa, while she crouched on the seat between his spread legs and leaned forward to suck him.  He was already fully erect. His cock was easy to suck because it was thin: she did not have to open her mouth very wide. She started slowly, sucking and worrying the head, and then set a fast pace bobbing up and down, deep throating him.

I smiled to myself, because before Karen became a shared wife, she rarely sucked me, let alone took my cock deep in her throat.

Anthony was really enjoying it. He must have been close to cuming, for he pulled back, slipped back into the spa, and got behind her. She anticipated getting fucked doggy style, so she got on her knees and held onto the lip of the spa for support,  as he fucked her with deep thrusts to the hilt. She orgasmed loudly, which pushed him over the edge. He moaned and started to cum. It all occurred rather quickly. His cock slid out and rested along the crevice of her ass. Anthony was panting, winding down from his own climax.

I noticed a cloud form in the water and began to churn from the spa bubble stream. There was a lot of it, and it was a turn-on to see. It was surreal. If I were an erotic artist, I would have replicated it on canvas and entitled it "Cum In A Spa."

Facing Karen, Anthony blurted out, "Wow! I don't usually cum that fast, but your mouth and pussy felt incredible. Don't worry. I'll last longer for the next one."

Karen said, "Let's go inside." We got out of the spa and dried ourselves. I noticed a little trail of cum running down her legs as she led us up the stairs to our bedroom.

On our bed, he lay on his side, while she lay on her back. They kissed while she was fondled his semi-hard cock.  I stood at the end of the bed watching as Karen stroked him to a fuĺl erection. She then pushed him on his back, rose and slowly mounted him. His thin cock was like a long spear. I had a close-up view of his cock disappearing into her wet pussy. Anthony just lay there as she slowly rose and eased back down. It was an amazing view. It was exciting to watch.

She began to ride him faster and he lifted his groin to meet her downward movement. Suddenly, his cock popped out. She instinctively reached to guide him back inside her. At this point, I got on the bed,  on my knees, leaned in and inserted my index finger in her ass hole. She sighed and began to bounce up and down on my finger and his cock. They set a fast, steady pace, and I observed her having several whimpering orgasms. Anthony was lasting a long time as he promised. More than 30 minutes of steady fucking.  

I then joined them to facilitate Karen's favourite position, a vagina double penetration. Her pussy was slimy from her orgasmic juices, so my cock slid in easily along the top of Anthony's thin cock. She erupted into a series of loud, convulsive orgasms. I could feel her pussy twitching. I was soon unloading and pulled out, but Anthony continued to fuck her. Shortly thereafter, he announced he was going to cum. He plunged deep inside her and deposited a large discharge. They stopped with his cock still balls-deep inside her.

She leaned forward and gave him a deep French kiss. She dismounted and cum poured out of her as if from a tap. She then knelt down and licked his semi-hard cock clean. When he started to soften, she lay next to him, facing each other side by side. She kissed his forehead and thanked him profusely. I joined them, and we all lay on our backs to wind down. Karen gently and lovingly caressed each of our cocks and balls in gratitude.  

After ten minutes or so, Anthony said he should go, because he had a long drive home ahead of him. We all took separate showers and dressed. We accompanied Anthony to his car. He thanked us for a wonderful afternoon. He and Karen hugged and he drove off.

Ultimately, for the first time, Karen had had her two rounds with an internet date. And she had received three loads of cum in her pussy. Her face glowed.  She absolutely loved it!

In retrospect, she had had three sex dates in roughly three months since Wayne left us. Moreover, she had screened dozens of profiles and had had numerous online conversations. All of this activity had stimulated her increased interest in sex, which benefited our marriage. We were having more sex than usual and engaging in new things. This bode well for our, especially Karen's, onward sex life.