Chapter 5

The last thing I try is a sex swing that hangs from the ceiling. It takes a little work to get me into it, but we finally get me into it. Steve adjusts the height and lines up his cock with my entrance. He holds on to the swing and pushes it out. When he swings it back toward him, he penetrates me fully and then some. He keeps pushing the swing out and slamming his cock right back into me. It’s such a different feeling. The action of the swing allows his penetration to get me going. I feel an orgasm coming on. The fact that I’m completely hung up on this swing with Steve holding on to me helps with the excitement. When I finally cum, I see stars. He’s still pumping into me and I’m barely holding myself up. The intensity of my orgasm was fantastic. Steve is building up to his and he’s moving the swing fast. I don’t see the second orgasm coming on. But right when Steve cums, I do too. It caught me off guard and I almost fell out of the swing. Steve came all over my stomach. I guess that seems to be the theme tonight. He helps me out of the swing and gets a rag to clean me up with. We leave the room and have a drink before I head home. I have to think about the night with Steve. I feel like this night wasn’t as exciting as the first night. I guess I don’t understand the need for all this extra equipment. I like being spanked and maybe even paddled. The horse was nice to but no better than just doing it doggy style on the bed. I like Steve, I’m just not sure about his lifestyle. It’s fun but I don’t know if it’s for me.

Thursday afternoon John comes over for my training session. He’s coming on Friday too. I’m waiting for him today. I was able to sneak out of work at 3:30 today. Something I’m very proud of. I answer the door at 4:30 and let John in. I take two bottles of water downstairs to the exercise room. We continued to flirt like we did on Monday. There is a lot of touching and demonstrations of the equipment. We joke and laugh a lot. He’s a little younger than me, but not by much. We found out that we went to the same high school. Different graduating dates of course, he was younger than me. When we realized we had some of the same teachers. So, we had quite a few teachers to make fun of too. We laughed more than we worked out. I had to promise him I would work out one day this weekend. By the time the workout was finished, I was really looking forward to the next day. Friday should be fun.

I worked my ass off to get out of work on time. I dropped some work on the vice presidents but told them they could wait till Monday. I quickly rushed home and got the house straightened up. I had an idea that might make the time after the workout feel like a date to John. I had put together a roast beef and potatoes in the crock pot. I didn’t like to cook but when I was married, I learned how to use the crock pot to make meals. It was always nice to come home to a hot meal.

I put everything in the crock pot in the morning before I went to work. I knew it would be done by the time we were finished with the workout. If I could entice him into dinner maybe we could get to know each other better. John had the best sense of humor. Steve didn’t. I realized how important a sense of humor is to me. This guy had me laughing throughout our workouts making them more tolerable. I was starting to think of John as a potential partner rather than Steve. I’ll wait a day and see what happens.

John shows up on Friday and the first thing he says is “What smells so good?” I got him. A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. My grandmother used to say that. Grandma, if you’re up there, make it true, please. We do the regular workout and when we walk upstairs, I see John take a deep breath. “God, it smells good in here!” John said. I turned him around to face me and said, “I made the meal for you and me. I was hoping you were free tonight. Are you?” John says, “I would love a home-cooked meal. I am originally from out of town. I don’t get a home-cooked meal unless I go home. I would love to have dinner with you, Becky.”

We sat down at the kitchen table, both of us still sweaty and probably not smelling too good either. But it didn’t seem to matter. We both had a couple of glasses of wine at dinner and then another one in the living room. Three glasses in and I was kind of tanked. John seems better, but he’s pretty happy too. After we cleaned up the dishes, I grabbed John by the hand saying, “We both need a shower and I hate wasting water. Care to join me?” John just nodded his head, and I held his hand all the way to the huge shower I have in the master bedroom. We got into the bedroom and the striptease took place for both of us. John is a big guy, but that doesn’t always mean he’ll have a big cock. Sometimes these muscle heads have tiny penises. They do the extra weightlifting to make up for their lack of size. Well, that wasn’t the case with John. He was big. He also was thick. I took the last of my clothes off and we both entered the shower. We washed each other and had a lot of fun doing it. John is making this easy. He’s so funny and he’s not afraid to make the off-color joke to get me laughing. He kept offering to clean my asshole with his cock. He said, “It’s already got soap on it, and I’m happy to help.” A regular comedian.

I got to wash his 8-inch cock and then rinsed the soap off of him. I put his thick cock in my mouth. I worked him up and down and loved every minute of it. He eventually grabbed a handful of hair and started to face fuck me. He pushed me pretty far. He was too thick to deep throat although I tried too. After he stopped face fucking me, he went down on me, and he had one hell of a tongue. He licked me against the wall, and I had two orgasms. Then he picked me up and fucked me against the wall. He was so strong I never felt like he was going to drop me. He could really fuck too. He had me against that wall for a good ten minutes. I came three times while he was fucking me. I told him I had an IUD, but he was also one of those guys who liked to cum on me. John asked if he could cum on my tits. My tits are quite the attraction. I’m a full D cup. They still look good even though I’m not young anymore. There is perky like a lot of the younger women. I am kind of petite, so D-cup tits are pretty amazing. It makes running a little challenging. I have to wear a very supportive sports bra.