I consider my husband and I to be pretty sexually open and liberated. While we're fairly monogamous, we've both had numbers of lovers through the years. We've always been honest about it and it's never been a source of jealousy or anger.
It was while I was visiting a girlfriend of mine out of town that I ran into Timothy. Theresa, my friend, and I were enjoying a nice evening by sipping coffee at a sidewalk caf� when he walked by. Timothy and I had been lovers years ago; we'd lost touch with each other as our lives took different paths. I invited him to come sit with us and as the three of us talked, I sat and remembered what a great lover he was. My pussy was getting wet thinking about it and I knew that I'd have to go home with him.
It was in the ladies room that I told Theresa that I wanted to go home with Timothy. She told me to be careful and have a fun time.
Timothy and I left the caf� for his place; it wasn't long after we got there that we were rekindling the old passion by making out like a couple of teenagers on his couch. It wasn't long before I let him take off my top and bra and assault my breasts with his hands and lips. His touch was electric, and shock waves reverberated through my body every time his skin contacted mine.
Pretty soon his hands were in my pants and I was groping for the buttons of his jeans. I was so wet down there that Timothy felt no resistance as he slid his fingers into me. I arched my back and sighed in delight as he entered me with his fingers and stroked my throbbing clit with the palm of his hand. It was wonderful and fantastic, but I wanted more.
I asked Tim to stand up, which he did. I pulled his pants down and he stepped out of them. His cock was as large and as wonderful as I remembered it being. I took it in my hands and guided it slowly into my mouth. Tim moaned as I sucked him in. I was very slow, licking and sucking his shaft languidly as I caressed his balls with my hands.
After several minutes of that, I lay back on the couch and took my pants off, inviting Timothy to have his way with me. Tim positioned himself between my thighs, rubbing his engorged cockhead against my wet opening. With the same slow pace that I'd used to suck him, he entered me. He filled my pussy slowly until he was all the way in. I've never felt so full and complete. Then he began to fuck me with slow, but strong, thrusts.
As Timothy continued to push into my wet pussy, I felt like I was floating on air. It was wonderful and beautiful and I wanted more. I know that I was moaning and writhing, but all I was really aware of was him fucking me longer than I think I'd been fucked before. Thrust after thrust of his wonderful cock into me. It seemed like it would never end and that I never wanted it to.
Finally Timothy said that he was about to come. He thrust into me and held himself still as I felt pule after pulse of his warm come shoot deep into me, filling me completely.
I spent the rest of the weekend with Timothy and actually only saw Theresa once more before I flew back home.