This time I brought a blanket and some wine. Helen had the same sort of thoughts and had a bottle of wine and some sandwiches. As we rounded by the creek and talked, I had the opportunity to explore what she thinks of sex. It was a matter of some curiosity for me because I remember her as being as interested and enthusiastic about sex as I was. And I know that has never gone away for me. I was curious if her willingness to play along with me and to now meet me for sex was for her, as it is for me, driven by hormones and habit, or was it nostalgia for youth and first times, or was it something else.
As we were talking I finally brought the subject around to last week: “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but can we talk about that? I’m curious about you having told Daryl that you might have sex with me.”
“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. Talking about sex never makes me uncomfortable.”
“OK, so what I’m curious about is. . .do you know what the term “hotwife” means?”
“No but I can guess. Is it the same thing as MILF: a really sexy married woman?”
“Well, first of all, MILF doesn’t mean exactly that. It means mother I’d like to fuck. But no, hotwife doesn’t means the same thing. It means a married woman who is shared by her husband with other men. And that’s I guess what I’m curious about. Since you said you told Daryl, and I gather from your tone that he wasn’t upset, I wondered if that was part of your lives: that you had sex with other people from time to time?’
“So what people used to call swingers. No we are not swingers!
“OK, but I don’t get it: he’s just OK with you having sex with other men, but it’s not a big part of your life, or . . .I don’t get it.
“When we started dating, he asked me if I was a virgin and I told him I wasn’t. He had lots of questions about when and who, and I could tell that he was acting jealous about it. We hadn’t had sex yet and when I asked him why that was such a big deal to him, he said it was because some guy I wasn’t even dating had seen me naked and even been inside me and I wouldn’t let him put his hands under my clothes. So we talked about it, and I told him he was going to have to get over letting that get in the way, because somebody else WAS first and that would always be special, and no matter what happened between him and me, I planned to have sex with you again if you wanted to. After a while it got to be a joke, but he knew that I actually meant it too.”
“Bold girl. I’m not sure if I were him how I would have taken that. I don’t remember people actually talking about sex back then. I mean guys always did, but 90% of that wasn’t real. I would never have told my friends back then that I was screwing you. I might have made jokes about getting laid, but I don’t remember every taking about it realistically.”
“I always did. I told my mom and dad that I was going to have sex with you before we did it.”
“Oh, Great! I’m glad I didn’t know that then! I still remember getting to town and your mom inviting me to have dinner with the family. If I knew you had had that conversation with them I would have been scared to death to meet your dad. Of course I suppose if you had told me in advance that we were going to have sex that weekend I probably would have dealt with the fear in order to actually finally get laid! I can’t believe you told them!”
“Well, I did. I told them that I had met this guy when I was in the cities and he was going to spend a few days at the campground, and I was going to give him my virginity. Mom just said, ‘Well, if you think you’re ready I guess. Just be sure that you use something’, and dad said, “You can’t spend the night with him there, you know. That wouldn’t be right.’ But that was about it.”
“Wonderful. So when I brought you home the night after we had been screwing in my tent, and your folks asked me in for a bit, they KNEW we’d just been fucking? Oh, that’s priceless! Good lord, I’m glad I didn’t know!”
“I told mom when we had oral sex too. I was dating Daryl by then and I told her that he wanted me to do oral but I wouldn’t because I wanted you to be all my firsts. She just said, ‘Well, men like that. Just remember they like it so much that it’s OK if you don’t want their sperm in your mouth. You can just finish with your hand, or if they finish in your mouth you can just spit it out. He won’t mind.”
“Un. Be. Lievable!”
“It get’s better. When I got back to Watertown after we did that, I told her that we had and that I swallowed your sperm and it made me orgasm. She said, ‘Well then you’re both very lucky’”
I was just stunned. When I was that age -I think I was 18 and she was 16 initially and 19 and 17 when she blew me and screwed me bareback- I would no more have had that conversation with ANY adult, than I would have jumped off a building naked. She had always combined very clinical language about sex with a very open approach to it, but that was a bit more than I would have imagined. I asked how she got so comfortable about talking to her parents about sex.
“I don’t know. Mom always said we could talk to her about anything, and I guess I believed her. Besides I didn't see what the big deal was about sex. I mean it WAS a big deal, but not a bad thing. I never understood why people didn’t talk about it. Everybody acts like somehow their head will explode if they talk about sex.”
“So you talk to Daryl about sex, including sex with me, just that matter-of-factly?”
“Of course. I’ve told Daryl about all the times I’ve had intercourse.”
This was getting interesting. “All the times? So you’ve had sex with other men since you’ve met Daryl?”
“A few. I mean, it’s not like I go looking for sex with other men, but sometimes there has been someone I’ve gotten to know and I’ve thought I really wanted sex with them, so I’ve always discussed it with Daryl. Don’t let this freak you out, but when we were first married, I told him I wanted you to make me pregnant. He told me that was a deal breaker, and I’m sure he was right. It’s just that at the time, I was 19 and I guess a little idealistic, and I thought it would be wonderful to get pregnant with my first man. I’m not sure if he had agreed whether I would have done it, but we talked about it. So his rule was, I was going to do what I was going to do, but never without birth control.”
“OK, since we’re on the subject, does Daryl screw around too?”
“First of all, I don’t screw around all that much. And I don’t think Daryl was ever motivated to want that much sex. When we were kids he was, but only for a few years, then he kind of slowed down. It’s been two years since we’ve screwed.”
“So how many men have you been with?”
She said, “You’re going to think I’m obsessed because I know the number. It’s five unless you count oral sex. Then it’s seven.”
Now, this was WAAAY more information that I expected, but I was also getting both curious and turned on, and given her comments about talking about sex, I saw no reason to stop. “It’s none of my business, but I get why Daryl might have accepted the notion of you and me having sex: you basically told him he had no choice. But what about the others: has he been accepting of that?”
“Well, he seemed to be. The first time it happened, I told him about this man who was just so nice and that I really wanted to have intercourse with him, and he asked if it was because he wasn’t enough. I told him that to me it was like food: just because I like rhubarb and think rhubarb pie is the best desert ever doesn’t mean that when I have a slice of lemon meringue its because I’m no longer satisfied with rhubarb.
We talked about it and how it was just skin and body parts and he finally said he was comfortable with it as long as they used a condom. Obviously I was on the pill, so I guess he just wanted to keep something off limits. And he wanted to know if I was trying to have a separate relationship and a lot of questions like that, and then he just kind of said, ‘Well, if it’s what you want, just be careful.”
“Amazing. And you tell him about this before or after?
“Before always. Actually I’ve never been with another man without asking him it it was OK with him. And if he said it wasn’t, I wouldn’t. He knows that, so I’ve never felt bad about it. But we don’t talk about it afterwards. Like he doesn’t ask me what we did or anything like that.”
“So, this is a little bit novel for me: the idea that a woman’s husband is aware that I’m going to have sex with her. Like, right now, if he thinks about you, he’s got to be thinking about another man’s cock inside you.”
“He’s never asked me about it, and I don’t know if he even thinks about it. Does it bothe ryou that he might?
“Nope. Not even a little bit. It’s actually exciting to be screwing another man’s wife.”
We had arrived at the clearing and put down the blanket and cooler we had with us. The entire time we were walling we had what I suppose would have looked like a perfectly ordinary conversation, except that we had been talking about perfectly extraordinary behavior, at least in my experience. As we sat down on the blanket, I said to her, “Except for last week, we really haven’t talked, let alone had sex with each other in a very long time.”
She stared laughing and when I asked what was so funny, she said, “I was going to say that unless there’s something new that I don’t know about, that won’t be a problem. I think it’s till done the same way.”
“Well, yeah, but tastes change. So I suppose I don’t know aha you’re going to like.”
“That’s easy. I’ve always like the feeling of being penetrated and of taking a man’s fluids inside me.”
Her clinical approach again. I decided to address that for a second: “Helen, you’ve always had this almost clinical approach to talking about sex. I don’t, and I don’t want to offend you, but it’s exciting to me to be very direct and explicit.”
There was a quick laugh as she said, “You like to talk dirty. So the answer to your question is that I like to feel a cock entering my c*nt and filling me up, and then I love to feel the throbbing when a man comes inside of me. That better?’
I smiled at her and said, “You do that very well. and since you brought it up, I do like that. And I thought you said you deal with your husband is to use a condom. Which, by the way, I hope you brought, because I didn’t.”
“You and I never used condoms after that first weekend. I think Daryl knew that and I don’t feel like it’s betraying him to have you come inside me. That’s just part of the deal.” Then she said, tell me what else you like and what you want me to do.”
“Well, I actually like that you’re married. I think its probably part ego and part male dominance, but I like knowing that you may be his wife, but I can possess you with my cock. And obviously you noticed last week that I got off on jacking off in front of you. “
“Take off your pants. I want you to fuck my face.”
Unlike may women I’ve known, she sucked. As in REALLY sucked hard, and didn’t stop until I started to come and she swallowed each burst of come.
We were both breathless for bit, and she told me that she came as I filled her mouth.
We settled back on the blanket to rest for a bit, before continuing. . .
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