Chapter 14: Bob and Carly

Carly found me when took a breather at our patio bar. I was hoping for a rapid recovery of my ability to fuck again. I’d finished with my first shot of the evening a few minutes earlier in Nicky, much to her delight and certainly mine, and then started her with Bob and Jim. We’d been intense, and so I reached a pinnacle beyond what I normally did in an orgasm. Wow! I had a developing soft spot in my heart for Nicky.

Carly came up behind me, put her arm around my shoulder, and pretty much dragged an erect nipple from my ear, across my cheek, and into my mouth. I liked these kinds of subtle seductions. She was snickering as I took every morsel of her bait in a theatrical gulp with other smacking sound effects.

I sucked on her right nipple and areola for over a minute as she tried to push more of her hot floppiness into my mouth. Each breast had pierced nipples with tiny barbells showing. There was a tattoo of a pair of red lips on the side of her left breast, not so it would show in anything but a skimpy bikini or less. She was, of course, in the ‘less’ mode.

I tried to engulf the entire breast and got a laugh out of her. She had picturesque and significant globes with large areolas, about three inches across. Her nipples were not small either; about the size of the end of your pointer finger. I teased her with a comment that they might be her best feature. We were both laughing. This was fun for both of us, and we knew we were playing as we aroused.

After a minute of our teasing, I pulled away. “Hey, can I offer you a drink or something?” I was still stalling for time, although I had felt some stirring in my loins. This had just been my first sexual interaction with a neighbor, and that got my attention.

“No, but a swim in your pool would be a welcome event. I need to clean up a little, and I take it that you’re not quite ready for a second round?”

“No, but a swim will probably help my revival. If you have a better offer, I won’t be insulted. I’m sure we’ll connect at some point – and, I might add, I look forward to it.” Carly was a certified MILF, and the more I interacted with her the more she got my pulse beat rising.

As I stood, Carly came into my arms in her naked splendor and we shared a passionate kiss. She liked French kissing, and she tasted good. She whispered to me, “Don’t let this go to your head, but I want you – I’ve wanted you since we met nine months ago. I already know that you’re special; after all, you keep two horny women that live with you more than satisfied. Ergo, in my book, you’re special and have great potential to keep me satisfied – or close to it.”

I shrugged. “Thank you. You’re pretty special yourself. Bob gave me a little of the background of your group encounters since before you were married. You’ve both been busy. I feel honored that you’ve come to play here, and someday I’ll ask the hundreds of questions that I have about your past swinging experiences.”

Carly cautiously said, “I bet he didn’t tell you that I have an addiction to sex.”

“No, he didn’t mention anything like that. Nympho?” I teased as we walked across the patio to the pool steps. We descended into the shallow end. I was behind her, and couldn’t help but notice the tramp stamp across her lower back. She had been into some serious ink at one time. The design was elaborate filigree and quite pretty, and faded out as it went partway up her back.

Carly had a sexy gold chain around her waist, so thin that I almost missed it in the dim evening light. I spotted an anklet she wore with an upside-down pineapple pendant hanging from it to advertise her availability and interest in swinging. I should get some of those for Ally and KC now that we seem into this new sport.

She said, “‘Nymphomania?’ you ask. Yes, but for real. I’m a little dysfunctional as a result. I am an official slut.”

I protested as I came to understand that she was serious, “Your affliction can’t be too bad; you have a successful business that’s centered on you doing the photographic work – and you are and were a first-class model. I want to see some of your work, too. I think you’re gorgeous.”

She nodded, “Thank you. The career doesn’t mean that I don’t need to suck and fuck like a rabbit much of the time. I discovered my affliction when I was a teen and was masturbating four or more times a day, and still wanting more. Hypersexuality. I’ve self-treated since my diagnosis years ago. Fucking seems to be a sure but momentary cure.

She chuckled as she again rubbed her breasts against my chest. “When I discovered sex with a partner as a teen, I became a wild girl. I quickly became the sure thing in high school and then college. I was the slutty hot date that you’d fuck on a first date until you dropped, but would never bring home to introduce to momma. I dated a lot; multiple guys simultaneously, most of the time. Bob changed some of that by taking me home to meet his parents.”