Chapter 13

I can’t believe how well my plan worked. When my husband died, I thought I was getting away from the wild sex for the rest of my life.

Ted and I had been married for over twenty years. I fell for him instantly, despite the age difference. He was fifteen years my senior, but I was young and in love. And lust, Ted had a great cock, and knew how to use it.

Some people were a bit scandalized when he had his heart attack while fucking his secretary. I wasn’t. After all, I’d fucked her, why shouldn’t he? Actually, the simple truth was Ted had a bad heart, it ran in his family. He was well insured though, plus the executives at the agency were very nice to me, giving me a lump payout of his retirement benefits. I think they were just grateful I didn’t make an issue over Ted and his secretary.

As you may have guessed, Ted and I were swingers. We loved to fuck, and often mixed it up with other couples and groups. Ted often brought home his secretary for me to enjoy when he was done with her. She was a slut, wanted to sleep her way to the top I guess. All I know is she was a hot young thing with a great tongue. She was an oral fiend, could lick pussy for what seemed like hours.

Yes, I know, at this point you’re probably thinking ‘geez this chick’s a bisexual nympho’. Well, you’re thinking right! I love pussy just as much as I love cock. Girls seemed fascinated by my tits just as much as guys are. They’re natural, in case you are wondering, G cups.

There was a group of girls I used to party with. The four of us had some wild sex parties, I loved it when I had one on each tit and another between my legs licking my shaved twat. Sometimes our husbands joined us, that’s when the real fun began.

Still, as much as I enjoyed it, when Ted died I kind of lost interest. Maybe I thought it would never be the same, maybe I thought that now I was a “widow” I should be prim and proper. Either way I decided to cash in, sold everything and move south, to be near my daughter who was attending college.

At 19, Jean was the spitting image of me at that age. Big tits, as big as my own, blond hair, gray eyes, a little thinner though. If I had to guess, she is just as randy as her old mom, although we don’t talk much about it.

When I moved, I thought I had put my kinky ways behind me. Then I started getting lonely. I missed the physical closeness. I wasn’t looking for a new love, no Ted had been fine and that was over. Masturbation was alright up to a point, and the privacy of my property allowed me to go at it when ever and where ever I wanted. I enjoyed being able to go nude most of the time, indoors and out. But still, there was something missing.

Then I met Jake and Diane. I knew right then and there I had to have them. Diane, how can I describe her, well cute comes to mind. Very cute. She had short hair framing green eyes and a button nose, and soft lips that made me want to kiss them. Her breasts, while not as big as my own, were pretty large in their own right. I longed to kiss and caress them. She was on the plump side, but so were many of my past partners. I kind of like chubby chicks, more fun to play with.

And Jake, oh wow. The first time he saw me, he got a bulge in his pants that was so big I thought his pants were about to burst. I knew he had to be hiding a monster in his tight jeans. I decided there and then I wanted to have his trouser snake in me.

But how? They seemed like such a respectable couple. I figured Jake wouldn’t be a problem getting into the sack, if he was sure his wife wouldn’t object. Diane then was the key. If I could seduce her, Jake would fall into place. That decided, I launched my plan.