Chapter 2

Brett’s life had a big hole in it. And no small, hair framed one either. He began a search for a replacement for his ex. He started with churches whose spiritual paths were a fit and dated the available ones who attracted him.

If they took their panties off too fast they were disqualified although he didn’t expect any virgins at this age. Actually that would disqualify them since he wanted a good fuck from the start. After getting between their legs he probed about how many they’d had simultaneously and were doing at the same time now. If they had been serially monogamous, no matter how many, that was a big plus. One thing after another seemed to eventually disqualify then all. Some just weren’t ready to have anything permanent yet.

Something made him ask Trish for a date. She was a recently widowed mother of two who was a few years older than he. Personality-wise they hit it right off. He was the first one she had dated since losing her husband in an accident six months earlier. She was affectionate but not a pushover and their intimacy grew slowly until she was ready for the culmination, her first since the tragedy. She got into it right from the start, long overdue for the enjoyment and satisfaction she had so grown to love with her husband, her only man up to now. Brett soon offered her a ring and she accepted it. He’d gotten to like her school-aged boy and girl and was learning to be a father. Trish had her tubes tied after the second one, never expecting to want a child by another man. She had a small regret there.

Brett moved in and settled in enough that they set a wedding date. She had begun probing his past, wondering how this nice man could have left another woman. She was not naive but was surprised by the tales he gradually revealed. They did secretly stimulate her imagination and libido, not that she would have done those things but they were stimulating to think about. Brett did begin to notice that her arousal was increased a bit after she’d heard some of his tales so he asked her, “Do you want to do any of that stuff?”

“Oh, no, but it is hot to think about that it could really happen. Does it hurt anything to imagine it a bit?” He had to admit it didn’t and he liked giving her all the satisfaction he could. She continued, “You know, dear, that I sometimes think about all the places your cock has been when it is moving in me. It is arousing and I do wonder what it would feel like to do some of that myself. Isn’t that normal?” Again, he had to admit it was. She gradually got him, from time to time, to participate in some role playing based on his past. He noticed that it turned him on too. Maybe he was getting over some of his anger at his first wife.

The wedding was simple at one of her family member’s farm outside under a big willow tree. They went to a beach hotel for a week’s honeymoon. Trish bravely bought a skimpy bathing suit to take along with a more conservative one and, when she saw what women were wearing at the beach, opted for it. Brett was impressed and even more so when they went further down the beach ad found a clothing-optional section. He kept his trunks on to hide his erections bit and Trish took off her top, letting her fine mother’s breasts swing and sway and get tanned. They fucked up a storm after that and she kept saying how female she felt again.

Back to the nudist beach the next day and Trish let her pubes get some sun too and after Brett plied her with a few alcoholic drinks she wasn’t used to, laid on a lounger with her legs spread enough that her pussy lips were visible. She enjoyed the guys who walked closely by to get a good look. She wanted to fuck Brett right there but knew better. He took her back in the dunes though and when the next guys walked by her pussy was oozing semen. That made their dongs fill and made her hotter. In her tipsy state she imagined them adding to her husband’s deposit but didn’t dare share that with him, knowing by now his fears but delighted he would let her go this far.

Brett was terribly conflicted which he kept hiding. He remembered the excitement he’d had with his ex when they’d swapped and shared with others. He didn’t want this marriage to run away like the other one had, although the starters were very different. He had to admit that having Trish loosening up was a thrill and enhanced their copulations already on this honeymoon. She seemed to be very happy with him accepting her growing sense of adventure like what was happening right now, having strangers see her just-fucked cunt. He wondered if she thought about having them dip their dicks in too. That would upset him, or would it? He was getting contradicting thoughts.

He found other things to do the next day that kept her clothes on and she seemed quite happy with that too. She did want to go back to the beach again though. “I can shop anywhere but getting an all-over tan and skinny-dipping is a special treat.” Speaking about skinny dipping, she told him about playing in the water with some younger folks who were doing a ball keep-away game naked. In the action more than one hard-on got pressed against her body underwater and one even got pushed between her thighs from behind and rubbed on her outer lips. As she said, “If the angle was different it might just have popped inside. Would that have made me unfaithful if I didn’t let it stay?”

Brett was hard already from her game description and rolled on top of her so his popped in, “I guess not since you didn’t invite it. Would be more like rape, I would think.”

She kept going, her pussy slick with her own arousal, “If you said it was ok would another man doing this to me be unfaithful?”

His cock spewed sperm deep inside her as he struggled with that question. “Logically I guess not but there is a lot more than logic involved.”

She held him tight, keeping his cock deep inside, “I know but am just damn curious like a lot of things you have given me to think about. I just don’t know how I would feel if you did give me such an ok.” That was the end of the conversation and she worked on him to get another boffing.

She stayed away from any more games the next day but as he was gone to get some cool refreshments she was approached by a couple of hung guys who stood close to her lounger and made sure she got a good look at their half-filled sex tools. Brett stopped out of sight but also out of hearing range as these studs worked at making conversation with her. He could see that she shifted to show off her fine pussy and tits and they unabashedly stared at her lovely parts. When he approached with the drinks they skedaddled.

Her upper chest was flushed with desire and her nipples hard as he handed her the drink and she took a big swig. “Who were the guys?” he asked.

“I don’t remember their names but they sure were trying to pick me up. That’s quite flattering for an older chick like me.”

“Did you want to fuck them?”

“of course there were natural urges but it was just fun to flirt.”

“What if I said it was OK?” He was testing now and she knew it. How to respond? She was tempted of course.

“You would have to undress me and hold their cock to guide it into me before I would agree so there was no doubt you wanted me to do it. Of course I have the instincts to fuck every man on earth just like I think you’d have to admit to those feelings about a lot of the naked women out here but I’m not going to just do it. I love you too much. So there!”

Brett was chagrinned and reached down to pat her pussy as he kissed her. His thoughts were churning but he felt very good about his bride.

The topic was not discussed again during the honeymoon and they went home to settle into their life with work and kids. Their love and sexual adventures matured and the role playing gradually move more into extramarital sex. She got aroused by imagining Brett getting laid too. Maybe swinging was something to try. They didn’t know any couple that suited them though.