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Introduction
This is my true story. Everything in this story did actually happen. I have changed names and locations of the people in this book. My participation in the events in this story were completely and totally with my permission and cooperation. I was a willing participant. As a matter of fact, in some situations, I was the instigator.
A lot of this story has strong sexual situations and graphic language.
I have no regrets about what occurred during the timeframe of this story. I am just sorry about the way it ended. I wish the whole thing ended differently.
The emails and texts that are in this story are copied from my records and are how they actually were communicated. Sometimes there was crossover between the emails, text, and phone calls as to the conversations we had. All text conversations are in bold and emails are italicized.
I did not use an editor or publisher. This is a 100% true story and I don’t want to alter it or add filler to make it sound better. I want all the events to be explained as they actually happened.
This account is just the two-month erotic exploration I had with my ex-boyfriend and my husband.
I know that some of the things that occurred were wrong. I wasn’t sure about writing this story or even putting it out there for others to read. But I don’t want to regret not doing this. It is just too crazy not be true was my thought when I decided to write this. I know I am not the only person that this has happened to, but this one is strange for sure.
Jenna
 
CHAPTER 1
November 9, 2023 - Thursday
11:54 AM
What color is your hair?
Wow, why would he ask that question first unless he knew the answer.
The answer was red.
It has to be him.
I don’t know if I can answer. I am so nervous. My husband isn’t home yet. He is on his way home from work. Maybe I can tell him we finally got someone to reply after months of trying to locate him.
I hadn’t talked to him in over 36 years. I just stare at the email on my phone. The email I sent was a final attempt to get a reply from him.
Now I get a text from Ron. Let’s Go. I go outside to wait for him to pull into the driveway. Moments later, I open the car door and get in. Off to Starbucks we go. Should I tell him now or wait until we get home. It would be a short ride, only about 10 minutes round trip. Once we get back from Starbucks, we go inside and Ron has his work station hooked back up. I sit in the office and open my laptop.
I click on the email tab. It is now anxiety that I am feeling. I have a big smile on my face. I look at Ron and I say “He replied”
“Really, what did he say?”
“What color is your hair.” I answer
“Answer him.” Ron said
One simple word, RED I reply and hit send.
“It’s got to be him, right?” I asked
DING. I got an instant reply.
What was your nickname?
On my God. It is him. How am I going to answer. I had a hard time even saying the nickname I had over 40 years ago.
Ron stood up and was behind me now, watching over my shoulder. “Well, tell him.” he said
No, I don’t know how I am going to get around to tell him without saying it.
My reply is It was the name of a Ted Nugent Song.
Then I start to think about it and I reply again with Just to be clear, I am only looking to catch up and say hi.
I don’t want him to think I am trying to hook up with him or asking anything from him. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.
He must have been waiting for my reply, because again I get an instant reply that said Well, call me and he includes his phone number.
When is a good time? I ask
Right now! Again, with the quick reply.
Oh no! I can’t call him right now. I have to relax and calm myself down. And Ron is working. I want to wait until he was done for the day. After all, contacting him was Rons’ ideas. And right now, I feel like I am 14 years old again.
I will call you later tonight after dinner I email him.
I sit here without a thought. Just staring blankly into the ceiling. I am so surprised that he had answered. I close my computer and have a big grin. Butterflies are definitely fluttering in my stomach. I am not a confrontational person. I would just relax and try not to think about the call too much. Maybe I wouldn’t call. The last time I had talked to him I was kind of a tease to him. Maybe he didn’t remember that part.
7:10 PM
I dial the phone number he had given me earlier today. I am not going to be able to get out of this call. Ron insisted I call. Afterall, he had done so much research and found what finally turned out to be a good email for him. He made me send the email last night in a final attempt to find my first boyfriend. Eight different emails addresses and three different phone numbers with no responses. Then with the “It is always in the last place you look” type of logic, Ron had me send an email from my account. Before this reply, I wasn’t even sure what had happened to him or if he was still alive.
Hoping to get in contact with Stanley Gardner. I was just looking to catch up with you. Knew you MANY years ago.
“Hello?”
That voice. It is him. I recognize that voice instantly.
“Stanley?” I ask.
“Poon?” He answers.
“Hi!” I feel nauseous.
I have the phone on speaker so Ron can hear.
“I’m surprised you found me. How are you?” he begins.
“Great. I have you on speaker phone so my husband, Ron, can hear. He is the one who found your email address and he knows everything.” I said.
“Really, he does?” Stanley replied.
“Yes. We have no secrets.” I answer. This was a true statement. “So, you can say whatever.”
“Ok. You know, I knew it was you as soon as I got your email. I was just checking to make sure. And I wasn’t sure what you wanted.”
“Well, this past summer Ron and I were out in our pool and we started talking about our first experiences. I told him about you. I guess I never went into details before. He was curious about you.” I explain the story. “I told him how it ended, and since we never got closure, he wanted me to get that from you. Also, when we were in Vegas last month, I was pretty drunk and somehow your name came up and Ron said I had such a sad look on my face that he was determined to find you so I could talk to you one last time. A way to say goodbye to you.”
“Yeah, I guess things did come to an abrupt end. You called and said your parents found out about us and that was the end of it. Sorry about that.” Stanley said.
“I kind of got grounded. Only time in my life I ever got in trouble.” I inform him.
“Well, tell me about yourself.” Stanley said.
“We have been married for 35 years, together for 36. We have two sons and one grandson.” I tell him.
“Beautiful. I am not married and do not have kids. But I have been with my girlfriend for about 15 years or so.” He told me.
All I could think was that was a long time to be with someone and not be married at his age, at least it seemed that way to me.
“Where do you live?” I asked. I am now a little less stressed about speaking with him.
“I live in the Genesee area in West Seattle.” He answers. That was actually pretty close to us, only about 30 minutes north of us. I don’t want to give up too much information, so I reply that we were in the South King County area, close to Lakeland Hills. “I know where that is. I have a friend who live on Lake Tapps and we go out there a lot during the summer when the weather is nice.”
“Tapps is just a stone’s throw from us. We drive by the lake all the time. We will go out and cruise by a lot on the weekends.” I tell him.
“I bought a house in West Seattle about 10 years ago or so. I wanted to have a view of the sound, so I sold my house on Lake Sammamish. Got tired of the sunrise, and wanted the view of sunsets instead. I had that house for about 20 years. I really like my view now and I am close to Puget Sound.” He stated.
Ron grew up just a few blocks away from where Stanley lives and I worked in the area for several years, just down the street from where he lived. We were so close and didn’t even know it.
Wanting to know more, I continue to ask him “What do you do for work?”
“I own a construction company, have had it for over 30 years.” He tells us.
That must be lucrative.
“I have a lot of money. I don’t like to brag, but I am probably worth about eight million dollars.” Stanley continues.
Wow! He had really done well for himself. That is awesome. I never would have thought that of him. I am happy for him, especially considering the crowd he used to hang out with. He really didn’t seem to have much prospect that I remember anyways.
“I used to flip houses back in my younger days and made a lot of my money that way. I am surprised that you found me, Stanley is not my real name.” he said.
What? This sure sounded like the right person and he seemed to know what is going on. I am confused now.
“What is your real name?” I inquire.
“I can’t tell you. I have to protect myself and my money.” He declares.
That last thing that I want to do is go after his money. I am not that kind of person. I don’t care about his money and I didn’t know he had any when we contacted him.
“Yeah, I live by a lot of famous people.” He continued.
More bravely and nosey, I ask him “Like who?”
“Isaac William. He lives two or three doors away from me. When I first moved here, I was out doing yard work and a couple of kids were playing nearby and said hi. Next thing I knew, he was out calling his kids in for the day and he walked by. We started talking and he told me who he was. I knew him, but didn’t want to let him on to that. I played dumb. I told him I had heard of him but didn’t like his music. I am not a star fucker. Especially when that person turns out to be your neighbor. They just want to be a regular person. And I respect that.” He said. “I actually told him that his music sucked, that’s the kind of guy that I am. Say it how it is! We actually hit if off right away.”
“Cool” I reply.
“We hang out a lot when he is at his house up here. He has a lot of houses, and he isn’t here a lot. Him and other musicians he knows, we hang out. They come to my house and we jam a lot. Also, we have a lot of barbeques and parties. I like to host parties. My place is big enough for that.”
He is being pretty impressive. He had money, has done well for himself and has some influential friends.
“I have also hung out with Danny Hamilton and Ben Burgandy a lot as well. Danny has a sister who lives nearby and he invited me out there to hang with him. We played guitar and he gave me one of his. I actually have several guitars given to me from some pretty big names. I have about 100 guitars hanging on my walls. I offer to pay for them, but Isaac, Danny or Ben wouldn’t take anything, not from a friend they told me.”
Those guitarists are very renowned. Isaac William was one of the most famous in the area. He sang for one of the biggest bands to ever come out of Seattle area.
I tell him that we had seen some of the groups in concert that he was friends with. But most of the band were so big and it was so expensive to see them, or the venues were too big and seats were not of our liking and we didn’t attend often.
“I can get your tickets to the concert coming up this summer. I can call and probably get you seats front row if you want.” He brags.
“You have him in your phone?” I ask him as he told me another famous name. This person is a beloved singer in one of the most popular bands in the world.
“Yep, I sure do.”
“Ok, I have got to see your phone. Not the phone numbers, but who else is in there. That is impressive.” I told him.
“Sure, I will show you when I see you.” He said.
Now he wants to meet. I want to meet up with him as well. I really would like to see him once. It would be nice to say a goodbye to him and get a piece of mind.
“We will meet you, that would be fun.” I stammer. “And maybe you can tell me your real name, once you know I am not coming after you for anything. Just your first name, you don’t have to tell me your whole name. You can show me your license and cover up everything but the name if you want.”
“Let’s plan on it soon then. We live fairly close to each other; we will have to meet somewhere in the middle.” Stanley said.
“Ok, sounds like a plan. Talk to you later.” I tell him and we hang up.
“That is not what I expected.” I say to Ron.
Ron and I look at each other. Amazing that we had found him. We also discuss the information that Stanley gave us and talk about how the stuff he said seemed to be true, as it matches what we knew as well. But we also wonder about his name. We figure that this was why we had such a difficult time finding him, we had been using the wrong name. We are both also excited at the prospect of meeting up with him. Amazing how my feelings changed so much from before the call to after the call. It was like we instantly clicked again.
8:18 PM
I get a new email notification; it is from Stanley.
Good to talk to you. Send me a pic of yourself!
I have to find a decent picture of myself. I look way different than a I had back then, but who doesn’t? I want to send him a picture that he would like to see.
I find a picture on my computer from a few years ago that is acceptable and send it to him. It is just a tourist picture taken several years ago when we were on vacation to Alcatraz.
 
CHAPTER 2
June 1982

In the summer of ’82, I had just turned 14. Our neighbors had moved and a bunch of ‘troublemaker guys’ moved in to the house. Well, actually only two of them. Their names were Big Tommy and Frederick. They were very popular and always had a full house. Frederick had a twin brother, Paul, who was over so often that he basically lived there as well. I think he was there more than anyone. Most of their friends all went to high school together. The same high school I was going to be attending in just a few short months. I was a young teenager whose parents were always working. My sister was a serious Tom Boy who was four years younger. She spent all of her free time riding horses and playing with all the animals in the neighborhood. My best friend Kimberly and I were very nosey about the new neighbors next door. We watched out the window and always managed to find an excuse to be in the backyard so we could keep our eyes on them and what was going on. It was also a convenient way to have a frisbee or ball go over the fence so we could shimmy over there to retrieve it. If we were lucky enough, one of the hot guys would be outside and bring the lost item to us.

“Now you girls should be more careful next time so you keep your toys in your own yard” or something along those lines they would tell us.

Toys! We weren’t babies. We were just very curious teenage girls. It didn’t take long before we were climbing the fence and knocking on the door. We really wanted to hang out with them. We found any excuse we could.

After about a week of the new neighbors moving in, we managed to get inside the house.

None of the furniture matched. There were dishes strewn everywhere. The sink was full of pots and pans. Clothes draped all over the place; backs of chairs, on the floor and just a real big mess. We offered to clean up for them. Whether it was picking up the mess, doing the dishes or sweeping the floors. Anything to show off and get their attention.

“What would your parents think about you being over here?” one of them asked.

“I don’t know. They probably wouldn’t care. We are just trying to be neighborly.” I responded.

“You girls shouldn’t be over here, not a smart thing to do.” the tall one said. He wasn’t one who lived here, but was the second most often visitor.

He was very hot, had a deep voice and smelled really good. He was just sitting in the chair being Mr. Cool. I walked over to him, bent over and got really close, inches from his face and said “Well, nobody asked you.”

“You better be careful; you are going to get yourself in trouble.” He replied.

Kimberly was standing nearby just watching. I slowly turned around and nodded to her “We won’t get in trouble; we are good girls.”

“We always do what we are told” she interjected.

“Yeah, so there!” I added.

“Well, not everyone who hangs out here can be trusted. They might have bad intentions in mind for a couple of teases like you two.” He returned.

“OK Mr. Know-it-all. Whatever you say.” I said.

“It’s Stanley by the way.” He said.

“Ok Stanley, whatever you say.” I replied as coyly as I could.

“Let’s go.” I motioned to Kimberly as we started to walk out of the living room through the messy kitchen to the backdoor.

Kimberly and I laughed as we got to the bottom of the stairs heading back towards the fence to climb over it, returning to my backyard.
“Where did you get the courage to sass that guy that way?” She asked me.

“I don’t know, if just happened. I have no problem talking to him. He is so cute and tall. I like him.” I told her.
“You think so? I don’t know. The twins are more to my liking.” Kimberly replied.

“Oh God, he makes me feel all aflutter, and his cologne is very nice.” I had never felt this way before. My stomach was all jittery and I had a tingling feeling between my legs that I had never known was possible. This must be what it is like to be in love.

I had never had a boyfriend before or had any boy that I liked that way. I had friends that were males, but just friends, only pals.

I was going to have to get back over there without my friend somehow.

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1) Just thinking of your struggle with my cock pushing to get in your tiny pussy and
how wet it got and me licking all your cum out of your pussy and how you squirmed.
Loved sliding my cock between your pussy lips and tip fucking your hymen and how
much you wanted my cock balls deep in you. I would have filled your pussy up with my
creamy load. When he's fucking you hard this morning, close your eyes and pretend I'm filling you up
with my big sticky load...
2) As he shut the door, we started kissing right away. I reached my hand out and grabbed his cock
through his jeans. It was rock hard. He moaned as I touched him. Then I moved my other hand and
started to undo his pants as we were still making out like crazy. I pulled him out of his underwear, and
since I never had the nerve to do it before, I knelt down and took him in my mouth. I sucked him off. I took
it as deep as I could, and saliva was really getting thick. I pulled my mouth off and lots of spit was
attaching us together. He came within about two minutes of sucking him. As he came in my mouth, there
was so much cum, that it was dripping out. I stood up and gave him a big kiss, so he could taste himself.
3) CLICK. Three pictures of my splayed open pussy that was not only filled with cum by Ron. But
also, the invisible cum by Stanley along with my own juices. My pussy is glistening wet and very gooey. It
is running down my pussy toward my butt crack. This is one of the best things I had ever felt. I want to do
it again. I can’t wait for Ron and I to go down to our bedroom and make mad passionate horny love again
as we end the phone call.

The phone rang and I knew by that ringtone that Bernie had called back so that he could try to get us all worked up and have phone sex again.
“Hi Poonie. Did you sleep well after our call last night?” he started. “I did after I took care of myself thinking about you.”
“Yes, I slept great.” I replied as my husband Lee walked in to listen. He had a big smile on his face. He too knew that song from my phone was going to get pretty interesting.
Then Bernie said “You guys want to meet for a drink tomorrow about noon?”
My eyes opened really wide and my lips smiled all the way to my ears as I looked at my husband. He also had a grin and was quickly nodded his head in short little motions YES
“Sure, where were you thinking?” I replied
“Let’s do something down your way.” Bernie said
“How far south are you willing to go?” I asked
“Oh Poon, you know how for south I will go.”
Oh my god! This is going to be so exhilarating was all I could think. I couldn’t even focus on what else he was saying.
“How about Red Robin in Des Moines?” I offered up
“That works. I can show you my onion ring trick. And make sure you dress like you were still 14.” Bernie instructed as he hung up.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked Lee. “I am if you are.” He responded
I thought for a minute. What harm could having a drink in a local family friendly restaurant/bar be. There would be lots of other people around.
It was going to be a long night. The next morning, I woke up and thought about what was ahead for us.
I showered and as I was in the shower, I had flashbacks to when I would actually pleasure myself in the bathtub as a young teenager with water running on my pussy from the faucet. I took the shower head down and rotated the position to pulsate and placed it between my legs as I spread then to give plenty of room. The hot steamy water was doing the trick. I could feel my pussy start to get excited and very quickly I was cumming in the shower.
I got out of the shower and I dried off. I applied a thin coating of baby oil to my legs and backside to make them glisten. I then stood in front of the mirror and thought about my hair. It was very long, very thick and auburn in color. I decided that I would straighten it and curl the front. High bangs in the front with lots of Aqua Net, just like back in the 80s. Next up, makeup. Definitely dark eyes with lots of mascara and deep dark red lipstick. I wanted to run my tongue over the shiny lips, licking each lip, left to right and then right to left.
I walked to the bedroom and looked at the clothes I had pulled out to wear. I decided on the short dress cut really low in the front to show off my ample cleavage, 44DDD. With the blue push up bra, they for sure would be on full display for anyone to see who walked by. I had blue thong panties to go with the bra. The thigh highs I chose were beige and had a lacey top. The distance between the bottom of the dress and the top of the stockings was maybe 2 inches maybe when I was standing up. I then decided on black high heels to accompany the outfit.
Since I had now picked out my outfit, before I got dressed, I went to our headboard and grabbed the bottle of clit arousal gel and applies 2 pumps to my pussy. My pussy was already damp thinking about the good time to come, and this just added to the sensitivity.
After I was dressed, I got out some dangly earrings, a dozen bangle bracelets, 1 ring on each finger and sprays on a couple spritzes of Liz Claiborne perfume.
I informed Lee that I was ready to go. Since it was a nice day, we walked out to the mustang and were on our way.
We arrived at the bar and chose a table. We were about 30 minutes early. We wanted to make sure we were there first and set up the scene. The table was in the corner and a little secluded. I ordered a Mai Tai to drink to help calm my nerves.
I nursed the drink and kept watching the entryway. There was a lot of small talk between Lee and myself. He was just as anxious as I was. I almost missed when Bernie walked in the door and looked around for us. He scanned the tables and I caught his eye as he smiled and headed towards us.
And just as I knew would happen when I saw him, I turned to Lee and stared into his eyes which instantly increased my intense yearning causing me to cum sitting right there.
I squirmed and wiggled on the dark leather bench seat as I was eye fucked by my husband and at the same time, the same by my old boyfriend. It was so electric, I was buzzing.
Lees smile stayed as he squeezed my hand tight then let go so I could do my best to stand up and welcome our guest to the table. I was able to stand and step out to greet him with a big hug and just for the fun of it, a quick little kiss on the lips. MMMMM
He was so tall and big, more so than I remembered. I had to look down to make sure I was standing up straight.
No words had been spoken in the last few seconds but it felt like an eternity “Slide on over that seat like you used to do in my truck without any panties on.” Bernie instructed. I sat down and slid over to the corner, across the table from Lee, then Bernie slid in beside me.
“I am surprised you showed up this time, unlike the last time when you stood me up, leaving me all blue balled.” Bernie said.
We had made a date several years after the last time we saw each other, but I chickened out and hadn’t spoken to him since, almost 37 years ago.
Again, I held Lees hand, he was my rock and was keeping me sane and level headed.
We chatted for a while, catching up on each other’s lives. Then I excused myself to go use the restroom. After all, it was part of the plan Lee and I had come up with.
I went to the stall and pulled off my blue striped thong (the same color and pattern I wore last time I saw him, according to Bernie anyways) and put another pair of the same on. The ones I took off were to be present for Bernie, and Lee was going to be the recipient of the next pair that I was going to wear the rest of the night. The ones I took off were very wet and creamy.
I returned to the table with the panties wadded up in my hand. Bernie stood up as I came back and as I slid back to my spot. I slyly placed my hand onto his and pressed the gift to him. He saw what I had given him and put his hand up to his nose, close his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Oh, just as I Remembered.” He quickly said in his exhaled breath.
“I think it has improved with age and use.” Lee bragged.
“I remember it well and how sweet it tasted and creamy I could get you back then. Hot Poon, Hot.” Bernie made his statement of conquest.
I just sat there listening to them trying to outdo each other. It was such an enlightening time. Two men who both wanted me. One who could do whatever we wanted when he wanted and one who wanted the opportunity to go all the way with me after all this time. We never had full penetration in the past. Basically, everything but being fully inside of me. And I had always wondered what it would have felt like with him.
It was then that I felt a hand on my right thigh, up high under the hem of my dress and on top of my lacy stocking top. He was squeezing and caressing, moving ever so slowly up to my hip area.
I squeezed Lees hand hard for support. He could see what was happening. I expected him to be jealous, but the look of excitement on his face let me know that we could keep going forward.
Bernie bent over and whispered in my ear “Poon, you are making me hard!” he still had the panties in his other hand and he was rubbing them with his thumb and forefinger slowly as he still was caressing my leg.
The tension and lust at this table was quickly escalating. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I again stared into Lees eyes, and he had such power over my thought, he knew what I wanted. He turned his baseball hat backwards, which is sexier than hell, and leaned his head down onto his hand bent at the elbow on the table. He gave me the look he does when I am high charged and stared into my eyes intensely. Within a few seconds I could feel the buildup as I was on the edge of cumming right there between the two of them. Just as I was about to cum, Bernie’s hand slid inward on my thigh and his pinky slid under the little piece of fabric that covered my pulsating pussy. At that moment, I held my breath as I was about the scream out loud as I came because I had two very sexy, very hot and very horny men touching me at the same time. Again, I rocked my hips side to side, back and forth. Whatever it took to get that pinky to touch the wetness that was oozing out of me.
Bernie then pulled his hand back and put it up to his mouth, licking my pussy juice off of his hand, running his tongue around the tip of his finger. He had quite a satisfied smile, actually we all had big smiles.
He squeezed my hand, then he looked at Lee and said “Let’s take this somewhere else.”
Lee and I again looked at each other for approval and he replied “We have a room just a few minutes from here up the road, at the Sheraton on the highway.”
“I’ll meet you guys there.” Bernie stated as he got up to leave.
Lee and I quickly paid the tab and left the restaurant for the car.
“This could be the most erotic thing we have ever done.” he said.
“And fun.” I replied.
“Ok, I’m ready!” that was our way of saying that we were actually going to have a true fantasy come true. Most people only dream of this, but this lucky girl is about to experience having two men at once.
Euphoric!

The summer was warm and I had set up a small pool in the backyard, just big enough to float and drink in. A tasty cold alcoholic beverage on a hot sunny day, a perfect mix.
On one particular day after my husband and I consumed a 12 pack of coolers between the two of us our topic of conversation was old flames. My husband had several stories to tell. When it was my turn, I mentioned my first love. I was just starting high school at the time and the guy I was seeing was seven years older.
My husband said he could see the sadness on my face telling him the story. How it was a taboo love-due the age difference. When I got caught by my parents after he picked me up at the high school bus stop and we had spent our last time together at his sister’s apartment. He brought me home and my parents were waiting for me. It was immediately the end of our relationship. I was never to talk to or see him again. And I didn’t. It was now 41 years later. He always had and always will have a special place in my heart. I used to think about him from time to time. His name was Bernie. But as the years passed, it only came back to me on a rare occasion, every few years. But after my husband and my talk in the pool, I thought about Bernie a lot. What could have been. My husband decided we would do some research and try to find him. That was August.
After trying to contact Bernie by email, address and phone calls, we were at a dead end. We were at a dead end as far as his whereabouts.
Lee one day said that I should try one of the email addresses that looked promising one last time and then if no reply, we would give up on our search. Had he moved away, died or changed his name. we were sure we would never find out.
Then the very next day after that last sent email, I got a reply. Thursday afternoon it was. I was nervously anxious to answer his reply. My email sent was very short. Looking to find Bernie Griffin. We knew each other years ago. Hoping to catch up.
The replay that he sent simply said “what color is your hair?” Right then and there I knew it was him. I got a tingle thinking OH MY GOD, it is him. The reason he asked the hair color question was because I had red hair. If I were a blonde or brunette, chances are that question wouldn’t have been asked. My reply was one word “Red”. Instantly he replied back “What was your nickname?” I could not believe it; he actually remembered me after all these years. We weren’t together very long, only about 2 to 3 short months if that. He was very caring and we never went all the way due to the age difference. My nickname given to me by the neighbor guys who lived next door at that time was “Poon” as in the Ted Nugent song (Wang Dang Sweet Poontang). My reply to that was “It’s a Ted Nugent Song”. The next reply was “Call Me”. At this time my husband had finally gotten home from work. And we were both excited that finally, maybe, I could say a goodbye. I emailed back that I would call him later in the evening. I was a little scared to call. It had been a lifetime ago.
So, after dinner that night, I called the number Bernie gave me. It went straight to a call screen on his phone. I stated my name and a few seconds later he was on the phone and said “Poon, is that you?” Yep, that was the voice that I remember and was instantly taken back to being with him.
I had my phone on speaker so my husband could hear all that was going on. I told Bernie we had no secrets and Lee could hear everything. Don’t worry about saying anything he wanted to say on the call. I reassured him I had no intentions with him other than to see how his life turned out and to get closure on my end. We talked for almost 2 hours-reminiscing about everything and updating each other on what had happened to us since. Bernie held nothing back. Funny thing, he did remember almost everything, even some of the details and what we did that I had forgotten about. We ended the call and really didn’t expect anything else to happen. It really was nice to hear from him.
However, later that evening I got an email from him and a text message as well. Many actually over the next week or so. I was having a great time catching up and flirting with him. Lee was all in on this. He would do whatever I wanted and made sure I was happy, and I was.
That initial phone call was on a Thursday evening. I told Bernie not to call Tuesday early evening, as we had plans. After the end of that time, I told him, he called. I kept getting surprised and excited each time my phone rang or notification of incoming text messages. So, I changed my ringtones so we knew for sure when Bernie called or texted. That made those songs more titillating. That phone call when Lee and I were making out on the couch. Answer it he said. I did and was talking to Bernie on speaker as Lee and I were getting into removing our clothes. I straddled him as I had done to Bernie way back when. However, now my husband and I were able to go all the way.
Bernie must have heard my voice change, as he asked if we were going at it. For a second, I hesitated. I looked at Lees eyes, and I could see that little sparkle in his eye “Go for it!”
“Yes, he is doing me right now” I said.
“Really? That’s hot!” Bernie said. “What is he doing to you?”
“He is putting his cock in my while I am straddling him:
“Does it feel good?”
“OH YES!” I managed to get out.
“You know Lee, I never got to go all the way in her. I only put the tip in about an inch. I had control and never broke her.”
WOW! Bernie really seemed to be getting into this. And so were we. We had never done anything like this before. Sure, we have watched naughty movies, some flashing and naked pictures in public. But nothing at all like involving another person
“Did you like it when I licked your little pussy Poon?” Bernie asked. His voice was sounding a little breathless now. Was he really getting into this or just playing along. I didn’t care, Lee didn’t care. This was all so fucking hot.
“Pound her pussy like I never got to do.” Bernie directed to Lee. “Make her cum for me. She used to cum all over my face when I ate her little tight pussy. Her legs quivered. She was afraid of my big hard cock, it scared her, but she loved what I did to her”
“Oh, I did” I gasped. “I wish you fucked me with that huge cock of yours.”
“Oh baby, I wished I did. I want to right now. I want to shove my fat cock in your tight pussy and stretch you way out. Fuck her for me Lee.” Bernie said “Poon, think of me when your husband is buried balls deep in your pussy. I want to eat your pussy and all that creamy cum.” Then he made a slurping sound.
I was really starting to moan now. This was so great. I could actually picture Bernie finally taking me for his own.
“What’s he doing to you now Poon?” Bernie inquired. We had changed positions since we had just moved to the floor.
“He is fucking me from behind.” I struggled to say as I was breathless. This is such a great feeling. Having almost a 3 way, but on the phone. I could almost feel both of them inside me as Bernie was saying he wanted to be fucking me along side Lee. I was in heaven. The only thing I think I regretted, not having ever felt Bernie all the way inside me, was happening now in my head. I pictured him as Lee was pounding me doggy.
I moved the phone down closer to my hips, between my legs so Bernie could listen to how wet I was.
“Oh, that’s it Poon. Let me fuck you, deep inside you. Can you feel it?” Bernie asked.
“Oh yes.” I managed to say I was having trouble breathing as my orgasm was so intense. I squirted all over the towel we had placed on the floor underneath us.
“Are you cuming?” Bernie asked
“I am”
“Good job Lee. Make my girl cum for me. She really wants it.”
“He is. I am so wet.” I said.
“Send me a picture of your wet pussy Poon.”
I handed my phone to Lee. “Take the picture.” I panted.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
CLICK CLICK CLICK 3 pictures of my splayed open pussy that was not only filled with cum by Lee. But also the invisible cum by Bernie along with my own juices. My pussy was glistening wet and very gooey. It was running down my pussy toward my butt crack. This was one of the best things I had ever felt. I wanted to do it again. I couldn’t wait for Lee and I to go down to our bedroom and make mad passionate horny love again as we ended the phone call. I was a horny bitch.
I knew this was a one-time thing and bask in all the glory and the satisfaction of such a fulfilling experience. Never would I have thought this could happen again. My flash backs to the 40 plus years ago was so distant and foggy. But this was mind blowing to Lee and I. We fell asleep that night having one of our top 10 sex times in 36 years.
I woke up the next morning really surprised at what we had done. I relished in it while I was getting up for the day. I didn’t want to forget how great it felt. I went to the kitchen to pick up my phone and I had a message from Bernie. “Thanks for the fun time.”
Wow, I got that tingly feeling in my pussy again. It actually made me wet I got several regular conversation texts from Bernie throughout the day.
Then right after lunchtime my phone rang with that specially assigned ring tone and all bets were off as I answered the phone and heard “Hey Poon, you and Lee ready to go for round 2?”

After practically being on what feels like house arrest for almost 16 months, FREEDOM. Everything is opened back up and things are pretty much back to normal.
Not being able to socialize during the pandemic has been so boring. Lee and I work at home 5 days a week. Then weekends are for the chores that we need to take care of, yard work, laundry, cleaning, etc.
Well, it is time. We are going to finally take a vacation (an extended period of leisure and recreation, especially one spent away from home or in traveling). Yes, vacation. While it might not be trip to Hawaii or the Virgin Islands, but time away. Going for 1 week, pretty much the normal time we go on vacation. After dreaming about what we would do when the time finally arrived, we decided not to plan and to just drive. Three days one way and 3 days back with a day’s grace. Stop and stay wherever we wanted. Chances are we won’t get a great motel each night, but let’s throw caution to the wind.
Thursday-time to pack. Of course there are the customary items, clothes, shoes, toiletries. But also, lingerie, toys and other adult items. Had to make sure I stocked up and AA & AAA batteries when we ordered stuff to take. In the fun bag goes lube, cameras, various toys and of course extra batteries to make sure we don’t run out.
Found my favorite toy first, a thin little purple number. Only feature is vibrate. But sometimes the simplest is the best. I twist the end off and put 2 AAA in. I replace the cap, twist it closed. Well, might as well give it a try. I move the luggage to the floor and sit on the side of the bed. I slip off my shoes. I grab the front of my tight black mini skirt that comes down just passed the top of the laced top thigh highs and pull it up. Then I slip 3 fingers inside my hot pink thong so I can use the middle finger to rub small soft circles on my clit. After just a few short seconds, I get that oh so good throbbing going. My nipples get harder than my clit. I trade and put my left hand on my pussy and with my right I turn on the purple toy on. Ahhh yes, the sound! My breathing gets slower and deeper. I move my left hand up to my very round, very pink excited boobs and twist my right nipple between my thumb and finger lightly.
I grab the toy which has been buzzing away on the bed and instinctively my hips lift up just a tad as I approach my pussy with the vibrator. I make sure the slight angled tip of the toy is pointed down so the warm plastic touches my pussy lips first.
The moan that escapes me was totally involuntary. My chest rises and falls faster and still ever so deep. My eyelids close almost all the way as my eyes roll downward just a little bit.
I rub the toy on my pussy so I feel the wetness start to build. I put it in just a little as I am more stimulated by toys on the outside. I start to hold my breath as the intensity builds and that wave of tingling start to invade my entire body. I rub the ever swelling clit between my fingers as I had done to my nipples seconds ago. The only part of my body moving is my fingers and my pulse. I hold still as my pussy tightens and then releases with a flood of sweet clear liquid that squirts down and gets my stockinged feet wet. The feeling is so exhilarating, like tiny little fingers lightly tickling my whole body.
I open my eyes as I come back to reality and standing in the doorway somewhat peeking around the corner is my husband. He is very obviously pleased by what he just witnessed as he had his fully hard cock in his hand stroking while he watched me take care of myself.
I look at him and said “I need you in me now!”
He walked over, stepping out of his shorts and his boxers coming over to me with such a look of lust in his eyes.
I take my normal position on the side of the bed doggy style. He stands behind me and with two hands slowly lifts the back of my skirt up just an inch or two so he can enjoy the view of my ass and wet panties. He slowly kneels on the bed and I am panting in anticipation. Whenever I come hard with a toy or fingers, I always need to feel his true hard manliness inside of me to finish.
I can just start to feel him push inside of me and I am so happy, so satisfied. I push back hard against him and rock back and forth causing him to moan in delight.
“If you keep that up I won’t last long” he said.
Challenge accepted! I thrust back and forth faster and harder for maybe 30 seconds when I feel him cum deep inside of me. I can feel his cock pulsate in me as he squirts so deep. He pulls out and our combined cum drips out of me onto the bedspread.
“I thought you were down here packing?” he asked.
“I was but got a little sidetracked then you came down and helped pack me.” I replied with a grin.
“HA HA HA. Finish up so we can take stuff out to the car and get to sleep. We are leaving early tomorrow. And with a show like that, I need all the rest I can get before taking off tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Just you wait until tomorrow. I have a little more on my mind than just riding along quietly, you’ll see.”
“Promises. Promises.” He finished as I kissed him on the lips and patted him on the forehead.
Oh, he’ll see for sure.

After practically being on what feels like house arrest for almost 16 months, FREEDOM. Everything is opened back up and things are pretty much back to normal.
Not being able to socialize during the pandemic has been so boring. Lee and I work at home 5 days a week. Then weekends are for the chores that we need to take care of, yard work, laundry, cleaning, etc.
Well, it is time. We are going to finally take a vacation (an extended period of leisure and recreation, especially one spent away from home or in traveling). Yes, vacation. While it might not be trip to Hawaii or the Virgin Islands, but time away. Going for 1 week, pretty much the normal time we go on vacation. After dreaming about what we would do when the time finally arrived, we decided not to plan and to just drive. Three days one way and 3 days back with a day’s grace. Stop and stay wherever we wanted. Chances are we won’t get a great motel each night, but let’s throw caution to the wind.
Thursday-time to pack. Of course there are the customary items, clothes, shoes, toiletries. But also, lingerie, toys and other adult items. Had to make sure I stocked up and AA & AAA batteries when we ordered stuff to take. In the fun bag goes lube, cameras, various toys and of course extra batteries to make sure we don’t run out.
Found my favorite toy first, a thin little purple number. Only feature is vibrate. But sometimes the simplest is the best. I twist the end off and put 2 AAA in. I replace the cap, twist it closed. Well, might as well give it a try. I move the luggage to the floor and sit on the side of the bed. I slip off my shoes. I grab the front of my tight black mini skirt that comes down just passed the top of the laced top thigh highs and pull it up. Then I slip 3 fingers inside my hot pink thong so I can use the middle finger to rub small soft circles on my clit. After just a few short seconds, I get that oh so good throbbing going. My nipples get harder than my clit. I trade and put my left hand on my pussy and with my right I turn on the purple toy on. Ahhh yes, the sound! My breathing gets slower and deeper. I move my left hand up to my very round, very pink excited boobs and twist my right nipple between my thumb and finger lightly.
I grab the toy which has been buzzing away on the bed and instinctively my hips lift up just a tad as I approach my pussy with the vibrator. I make sure the slight angled tip of the toy is pointed down so the warm plastic touches my pussy lips first.
The moan that escapes me was totally involuntary. My chest rises and falls faster and still ever so deep. My eyelids close almost all the way as my eyes roll downward just a little bit.
I rub the toy on my pussy so I feel the wetness start to build. I put it in just a little as I am more stimulated by toys on the outside. I start to hold my breath as the intensity builds and that wave of tingling start to invade my entire body. I rub the ever swelling clit between my fingers as I had done to my nipples seconds ago. The only part of my body moving is my fingers and my pulse. I hold still as my pussy tightens and then releases with a flood of sweet clear liquid that squirts down and gets my stockinged feet wet. The feeling is so exhilarating, like tiny little fingers lightly tickling my whole body.
I open my eyes as I come back to reality and standing in the doorway somewhat peeking around the corner is my husband. He is very obviously pleased by what he just witnessed as he had his fully hard cock in his hand stroking while he watched me take care of myself.
I look at him and said “I need you in me now!”
He walked over, stepping out of his shorts and his boxers coming over to me with such a look of lust in his eyes.
I take my normal position on the side of the bed doggy style. He stands behind me and with two hands slowly lifts the back of my skirt up just an inch or two so he can enjoy the view of my ass and wet panties. He slowly kneels on the bed and I am panting in anticipation. Whenever I come hard with a toy or fingers, I always need to feel his true hard manliness inside of me to finish.
I can just start to feel him push inside of me and I am so happy, so satisfied. I push back hard against him and rock back and forth causing him to moan in delight.
“If you keep that up I won’t last long” he said.
Challenge accepted! I thrust back and forth faster and harder for maybe 30 seconds when I feel him cum deep inside of me. I can feel his cock pulsate in me as he squirts so deep. He pulls out and our combined cum drips out of me onto the bedspread.
“I thought you were down here packing?” he asked.
“I was but got a little sidetracked then you came down and helped pack me.” I replied with a grin.
“HA HA HA. Finish up so we can take stuff out to the car and get to sleep. We are leaving early tomorrow. And with a show like that, I need all the rest I can get before taking off tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Just you wait until tomorrow. I have a little more on my mind than just riding along quietly, you’ll see.”
“Promises. Promises.” He finished as I kissed him on the lips and patted him on the forehead.
Oh, he’ll see for sure.