a9soccer9's blog post - An old boyfriend

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?”