I’d been dating a girlfriend for a couple of years. She was nice enough, but so “nice” that she would only have sex missionary style and only often enough to keep me interested. That gets kind of boring.

I have to park about a block away from the office building where I worked and quite a few mornings there was this good-looking redhead who arrived about the same time I did. We often walked together as a result. Her name was Cris and she seemed to be a bit younger than me. I was about 40 and divorced at the time.

One day I got some free tickets to a concert that was happening that evening. I didn’t want to go by myself and serendipitously I was walking with Cris the morning of the event. On a whim I asked her out and she said “sure”. We made arrangements for me to pick her up at her apartment and we had about a 45 minute drive to the venue.

There was time for a quick dinner beforehand and we enjoyed the concert. I’ve always had a thing for redheads so I had reached over and took her hand during the performance and she went right along with it. As we got close to her apartment, I guess I felt braver than usual because I asked, “Do you ever have overnights on your first date?”

She squeezed my hand and said, “Not usually, but there’s always the first time”. That turned out to be a night to remember because I guess both of us were pretty horny and we screwed six times before morning when we had to hustle to get to work.

You can bet I wasn’t going to let that be a one-time thing and broke up with my other girlfriend and started dating Cris. Let me tell you a little bit about this object of my affections. She was about five foot three, blue eyes, shoulder-length dark red hair and a nicely curvy shape. As I had discovered, the carpet matched the drapes and she loved having her pussy filled, not being passive like my previous lover but actively joining in the action.

We lived some distance apart and got to a point were sometimes she would come to my place overnight and sometimes I go to hers but we didn’t spend every night together. I had never asked her if she was involved with anybody else until one night when I wanted to get together with her and she said she was unavailable for the first time. No explanation given.

About midnight I was surprised to get a call from her and she wanted to know if she could come over to my place. Of course, I invited her.

She got naked quickly when she arrived and I was just in a robe. As we lay on the bed and I started to get friendly, she stopped me and said there was something I needed to know. She’d had another date that night and he had finished up in her less than an hour previously but it had been quite unfulfilling. It was time that I realized her situation so she did not have to be sneaky or dishonest or anything else like that.

I had to make an on-the-spot choice. If I could accept her as she was we could continue our relationship. If not, then she would put her clothes back on and that would be the end of it.

Unbeknownst to her, I had been jacking off to erotic stories about sharing women and sloppy seconds for a long time but had never experienced one. The vigorous way my rigid rod quickly rammed into her slippery snatch gave her the answer she sought. I slammed her hard and she bucked her hips back and squealed and talked trash talk which only energized me more. When I shot my cum in there with the mystery man’s it felt like my cock was actually exploding, it was so intense. She felt the power of my spurts and thrashed in orgasm herself.

We slept the sleep of the exhausted and fortunately the next day was Saturday so we could sleep in and fuck again and again. I made her tell me about this guy. He was a fuck buddy who lived near her and who she’d been screwing intermittently for about a year. At the moment he was the only other one. In the past she had as many as four going once although that became a bit difficult just for the logistics, she explained. Her pussy handled it just fine.

Once away from her, with the lust drained and logic, or what we think it is, taking over again, I was torn. She was so damn more exciting than my previous girlfriend but my male ego was jealous and threatened. That wasn’t logical I later realized. If she didn’t think I was worth it I wouldn’t be getting time in her puss.

My married older brother was sought out for counsel. When I explained the dilemma, he simply said, “If you don’t want to bang her then please introduce me. She sounds like my type.”

I blurted, “What do you mean type? And you’re married!”

He laughed, “She loves sex. That’s my type. And yes, I’m married and to a woman that is completely my type. I’m not dead though and enjoy a good alternative piece when I get the chance.”

“You DO!”

“Hell yes. Marty and I had both been around since we didn’t get married young. Neither of us wanted kids so I got a vasectomy and she had her tubes tied and we fuck for fun, and not just each other. We are careful and it’s worked so far.”

I was stunned, the pretty and shapely sister-in-law that seemed like the perfect wife screwed around? Life must not be exactly like I thought it was. Then to top it off, my brother added, “Marty thinks you’re cute. Ask politely and you’d probably get a dip in some real good stuff.”

Time to bid adieu, more in a turmoil than when I arrived. My cock was hard all the way home until I could beat it into limpness thinking about the revelations I’d received. Fortunately I remembered after the first cum dump that I was going to see Cris tonight. That would be a helluva lot better place to shoot it.

Shoot it I did, three times and she squealed in her inimitable way with each one. Damn, she could orgasm a lot. Was it me or did all the guys get her off so much. Dare I ask? Why the hell not? So I did.

She grinned from under me, “Some do and some don’t. You are one of the better ones. That’s why I keep you around. Since you seem to be curious about my sex history, which turns some guys on, the guy I was with this afternoon wasn’t much good so I’ll not date him again. Yes, he came in me but I think it’s mostly drained out by now.”

“Fuck,” I thought, an appropriate choice of words, “but I’d bet some of his sperm are still up there, maybe fighting with mine.” Oddly, that was erotic.

The next time I was at my brother’s house I made a point to spend time visiting with Marty. She was so goddamn cute! She acted the sister-in-law around other people but when we were alone in the kitchen, she surprised me, “Your brother told me about your talk. If you’d like to get a woman’s perspective I’m home tomorrow afternoon. When can you come over?”

Meeting me at the door in her bathrobe, she took me to the guest room and announced, “I believe that talks about sex need to have all inner tensions removed first. Take off your clothes and let’s take our relationship to a deeper level.”

I loved her choice of words as I was soon deep in some prime pussy. She was loving and lusty at the same time. An angel and a devil all in one. We got in a scissors position without me even exiting that place I sure didn’t want to ever leave. “OK, big boy, tell me about your issues with this Cris woman.”

As I talked I realized how narrow-minded I was being. Marty just smiled as I stumbled through all of it, rarely speaking and squeezing me with her pussy enough that I rehardened. We coupled tenderly as I thanked her for guiding me so well. it was really my brother’s model she wanted me to see.

She gave me a loving kiss as I departed with the invitation to do a follow up visit as my relationship with Cris developed. Or maybe if I just wanted to spend some fun time with her.

Cris noticed my mood was different that night. She asked me what was going on. I seemed better so she wasn’t worried, just curious. Without saying who, I told her that I’d had some very good counseling from a woman friend and I could be much more accepting of who she was without expecting changes or any of that shit. I loved both her angel and devil sides equally.

She was even more loving than ever and we both slept peacefully. Also “piecefully” sometime in the dark hours. Before I went back to sleep after that pleasure, I thought of my brother’s interest in banging her and wondered if we might arrange a foursome. Hmmm.