Sometimes, if it were not for the Internet chat room, I would be lost.

My name is Greta Alvarez, and I live in Clarksville, Tennessee. Clarksville is in the northwest corner of the state. It’s a nice medium-sized town. There’s a university here, but mostly Clarksville is home to the many of us who are families of U.S. servicemen stationed at nearby Fort Campbell, Kentucky.

My husband, Eric Alvarez, is a sergeant in the army. I met him in Germany, which is my home nation. You must forgive me if my English is just okay.

I am from the town of Koblenz, which is in the Rhineland region. Wiesbaden, a city not too far away, is also the home to an American army base. My girlfriends and myself used to drive to Wiesbaden on weekends. We went to the clubs to go dancing and meet the boys, and of course there were many American servicemen living the nightlife with us. That is how I met Eric.

He was a rugged and good-looking Latino man. He was drawn, I suppose, to my large breasts and ample figure. I am tallish, too, so not really fat or anything. I guess you would say voluptuous.

Anyway, we got serious and I got pregnant and so we married. Eventually, Eric was transferred back to the States and we came to live in Clarksville with our daughter, Anna. We have lived here quite a while. Anna is now 16, and it’s all I can do to keep an eye on her. She is like mother/ like daughter, you might say. She likes the boys, and is always out with her friends.
When the Iraq War began, Eric was very busy at the army base. Then about two years ago, he was assigned to special duties at Fort Sill in Oklahoma. It was a temporary assignment, so I did not go with him. Sad to say that, because the war kept going on, the army kept Eric in Oklahoma, which is 11 hours away by car.

Eric would come home occasionally, but many months would go by when I would not see him. We kept in touch by phone, of course, and then the computer became an important link for us. We chatted on Yahoo as often as possible. Eventually, we set up a webcam, both at the house and at his apartment at Fort Sill. That way, even when he was far away, we could chat at night. Sometimes I would even get naked for him and show him my body.

I would take my big titties out from under my nightie and squeeze them and play with them for Eric. He would see them on the cam, and he would chat back to me and we would be sexual. On his cam, I could see him stroking his big hairy cock, and I would play with myself, my titties and my pussy. I would put on a big sex show for Eric, and I would watch him get excited, pulling and stroking on his penis.

Eventually, we started to talk on our cell phones while we used the web cams. I could hear him talking very dirty to me, as I pushed my nipples close to the camera. Then I would angle the camera down to my pussy, and I would spread my legs and start to play with myself , spreading my wet shaved twat lips and slipping my fingers in and out. It felt good to play with myself, but also I could see Eric’s large cock on the cam getting bigger, his manly hands stroking up and down, his heavy nut-sac hanging below.

We could hear each other moaning and purring on the phone, and we’d urge each other forward. Sometimes I would cum, but usually I cum better when a man is making we cum. Eric, being a man, of course, he came every time. Being in the army is not easy, and like many men, he needs release and comfort. So even though he was not with me in person, I still loved to know that my hot body turned him on.

He had bought me some dildos before he left for Oklahoma. So when we were “camming.” I would get those out and thrust them in and out of my hot snatch. It got him very excited. He would jack that thick dick of his very intensely, until finally he would spurt his cum all over his abdomen and belly. Sometimes, he got so excited, his jism would spurt up to his chest and neck. It was very exciting to watch. One time, he stood up and was jacking himself straight into the camera. His cock spurted a thick load of cum right onto the camera lens. That looked very funny from where I was sitting, but I was glad to know he was feeling good and having his orgasm.

Of course, there is no substitute for a real man, and with Eric away for a long time, it is hard. We have talked about this, and he is very aware and understanding. He knows that I need a man to work me over so that I feel good sexually. And also, I am 40 now. I am at my sexual peak and am very desirous. I would like for Eric to be the man always, but it is simply not possible in the current situation.

Not very long ago, on a lonely July evening about 11 o’clock, I was surfing through the local Tennessee rooms in Yahoo Chat. I came across the profile of a man in Nashville, which is about 45 minutes from my home. His profile had a picture of his erect penis on it. It was very nice looking, and something stirred in me. I read further and discovered he was a separated guy, about 45, and was very honestly looking for some sex action. I knew it seemed naughty, but I could not resist messaging him. I sent him a Yahoo Messenger message that said: “I like your pic...”

“Well thank you,” he responded.

That started a very nice chatting experience. We learned some things about each other, and he asked if I would turn my camera on. This was something I had only done for Eric, so I was hesitating.

This man—his name was Mike—said he liked my profile picture also. It’s just a simple picture of my face. I have blondish hair, and I guess you would say I am pretty enough.

Finally, Mike asks me if I wanted to get together. I must say I was intrigued. The picture of his penis was inviting: hard and pink, and it had a nice alluring thick vein on the underside.

I wasn’t sure what to say. Finally, I told him I would do that if my husband approved. I think this kind of put him off.

“You would tell your husband?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” I said. “We are very honest with each other.” When I told Mike that Eric was an army sergeant, he got suddenly very quiet on the chat screen.

I continued. “My husband is on duty in Oklahoma. It’s hard for both of us, but we are aware of our needs. So if he says it is okay that we get together, then that is fine with me.”

“So, what? Are ya gonna ask him or something?” Mike said.

“Well, he can chat with us. He is online now, and I can make this a three-way chat.” I know it maybe seemed a little deceitful to do it that way, since Mike had no idea that I knew that Eric was also online. But it just seemed the best way to do this.

“Uh...okay,” Mike said. I sensed that he was unsure. Maybe he was feeling strange knowing that my husband was an army man.

I clicked around the computer to set up the three-way chat, and called Eric on my cell to make sure he was okay with what was happening. I had to make sure.

Suddenly, Eric’s screen-name, "armysarge95," popped up on the screen.

“Hi, Mike,” he said. “Eric here.”

“Hi, Eric,” Mike responded.

“Greta says you think she’s hot. “

“Well, yeah, I do actually.”

“That’s cool, dude. She’ s a really sexy lady.”

I was sitting back enjoying watch the guys chat. It was fun and I felt very desirable.

“She needs some good loving, dude,” Eric continued. “Are you the man for her?”

Mike said, “Well, I hope so. I think so.”

“Good, dude. That’s cool. You like women with big tits?”

“Sure do,” said Mike.

“That’s good, man, ‘cause she’s got big tits. She’s 42DD. She’s about 5’11, 200 pounds. She’s an awesome woman.”

I was sure now that Mike knew my exact bra size he was probably REALLY interested.

“Sounds nice,” said Mike.

“You got a pretty big dick?” Eric asked.

“Well, I would say it’s average. It gets bigger when I get sucked, though.”

“Sure, man, sure. She’ll be good to you. Greta’s awesome.”

“I’m really oral, too,” said Mike. “I love eating pussy and sucking nipples.”

“No problem,” said Eric. “Her pussy gets very wet. Very wet, man.”

“Well,” said Mike. “I have enjoyed talking to Greta. She seems like a really cool lady. I would be very kind to her and treat her right.”

“That’s good, man, “ Eric said. “That’s what I need to hear.”

Then, just to have some fun, I invited both men to see me on my webcam.

They both accepted the invite immediately, and now were looking at me sitting at my computer table.

“That’s awesome, baby,” Eric said. “Show Mike your tits.”

I smiled shyly. Both men were looking at me. Then I lifted up my shirt and showed them my titties. My bra was still on.

“Take off your bra for him,” Eric typed across the screen.

I undid my bra, and out they tumbled. I held my titties in my hand and offered them to the camera. It was one thing to know Eric was seeing them, but it was a real turn-on knowing Mike was seeing them for the first time.

“Beautiful,” Mike typed across the screen.

I fiddled with my nipples, pinching them, pulling at them. I cupped my big titties and squeezed them. I think I was smiling the whole time. It felt like I had power over the men.

“You like those, dude?” Eric said.

“Amazing,” Mike said.

“Yeah, this guy is cool, Greta,” Eric said. “I’m okay with this.”

I was beaming on the camera. I’m sure Mike saw that. Suddenly, Eric said, “I gotta run. baby. My division commander has a really early meeting set up for tomorrow, and I need to get my sleep. Go ahead and do your thing. Hey, Mike, great meeting you, man.” Eric clicked off quickly. It felt really good to be honest with him about my needs.

Mike and I chatted some more and exchanged phone numbers. Then he told me that he was house-sitting on the weekend for some friends. He thought maybe we could get together there if I didn’t mind driving into Nashville. That sounded like fun to me. A strange man, a strange place. How exciting. An evening drive into the big city, just like I used to do when I was young and in Koblenz.

So we set it all up for Saturday night at 8.

Saturday came sooner than I thought. I was excited as I prepared. I had already sighed with relief when I remembered that Anna was set for an overnight with our local Christian church group. It’s kind of an all-girls night out social event. No boys allowed—which is probably a good thing. They have a slumber party later at another girl’s house, so I knew that my daughter would be in good hands.

I showered and primped. I left my hair with a sexy “wet” look. I put on my best perfume. I carefully shaved my pussy—very smooth. Then I put on my sexiest black underwear. You know what they say: a girl always looks best in black! I am no exception, and I know I look very alluring in black slinky underwear.

At 7 o’clock, I headed out to my Ford pickup. I had my cell phone handy, in case Anna needed me, though I carefully avoided telling her where I was going. As far as she knew, I would be having my own girls’ night out.

Soon I was on I-24 heading south into Nashville, about a 45-minute drive. I followed Mike’s directions carefully, and soon enough I had pulled in front of a modest two-story house in an interesting Nashville neighborhood.

I guess Mike had been looking out for me, ‘cause as I got out of the truck, he was standing there. He wore jeans and a t-shirt and sandals, kind of a scruffy-looking guy with sandy-brown hair and glasses. He was much shorter than me, and while this surprised me, I still thought he was very cute.

“Hi, Greta,” he said warmly. “I can’t believe you made it.”

“Well, actually, your directions were very clear, and it turned out to be easy. “

“Wow, you look great,” he said.

“Well, thank you...” I smiled, sort of shyly. I could tell he was looking at my chest. I was showing a good deal of cleavage, and I must admit I felt very sexy.

“So come on in,” he said. “It’s just you and me and a dog and a cat.”

We walked up the stairs of the porch and he led the way into a quaint frame house. There were artsy paintings and photos all over the walls, and a piano and several guitars lying about. The place had vintage-style furniture mixed with comfortable, more modern pieces.

“This is a charming place, “ I said to Mike.

“Yeah, it’s cool,” he said. “My friends Tracy and Randy live here. He’s a songwriter who’s done pretty well for himself. They’ll be gone to Hilton Head until Tuesday. So I’m watching the pets and making sure no one robs the place. This is kind of a transition neighborhood.”

“I see. “

“You wanna sit down?”

Of course I did. I was wearing this light knitted wrap, and I gladly removed it. I think I heard Mike gasp slightly when he saw my top. My boobs were hanging out pretty seriously. I was wearing some black hot-pants too. I guess you might say I was dressed for business.

He led me to a long couch, where he was watching television.

“Can I get you a drink?” he said.

“Oh, sure. Just some water will be fine.”

He came back with a glass of ice water. I drank a little. I sat back on the couch as he looked me over. I kicked off my pumps. He was gentle. I could tell. He seemed very— how you say?—non-threatening.

“I’m really glad you made it here,” Mike said.

“I am too,” I responded. My eyes looked up at his then darted away shyly.

He knelt on the couch next to me. I placed the glass of water on the coffee table. I was sure something was going to happen soon.

“You are really beautiful,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said quickly. Then he took hold of the back of my head and pulled my mouth toward his. I closed my eyes and he kissed me deeply. He kissed me hungrily, our mouths opening up and our tongues touching hotly, wetly. They were long, slow, deep wet kisses and they thrilled me down to my womanhood. Mike kissed me harder then, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, his hand stroking the back of my hair. I lifted my head and he trailed his mouth down my neck, his tongue leaping out to lick me. I shivered. Then he moved his mouth back to mine and suckled in my lips, kissing me deeper than before. As he did so, his left hand moved up and cupped my heaving right breast. Then his right hand clasped my left breast. He was kissing me deeply and fondling my large titties at the same time. I was very turned on. It had been too long since a man kissed me that way.

“Yeah, that’s good,” said Mike. “Shall we go upstairs?”

I said not a word, and let him lead me by the hand up a right-angled flight of stairs. It was a renovated house, and you could tell that what once was maybe an attic had been converted into a master bedroom on the second floor. It was spacious and stylish. There was a computer room off the bedroom area, and the bathroom was lovely as well, with tasteful vintage fixtures and also a small jacuzzi.

Mike sat on the bed, while I stood before him. He looked up at me, seemingly daunted by my imposing tall stature. I could tell he was turned on, and I decided I would enjoy teasing him.

I removed my top first. He was staring at my huge boobies, held back by a lacy black bra. He stood up then, and began to remove his own clothing. Then he turned back to me. He had a nice body. Short but compact. He was a little muscular, wiry looking. I noticed his cock, too. It wasn’t particularly big, just dangling modestly there between his legs. His cock wasn’t too hairy, either. Unlike my Eric’s.

Even though his glasses were still on, he pushed his head in between my breasts and deeply breathed my womanliness. “Oh, Greta, “ he said. I was smiling to myself as I watched him. His arms reached up and behind me to unhook my bra. My boobs are so big I need a bra with three hooks, but Mike was pretty nimble with his fingers. “Beautiful,” he gasped, as he pulled the bra away and my huge titties tumbled out free. He went crazy then.

He immediately started to suck my nipples. He moved his mouth quickly from one to the other, affixing his hungry lips to my pointy flesh-tips and rolling them over in his fingers as he moved from one to the other. His fingers cupped my pendulous love globes. He hefted them, squeezed them, buried his face between them, his mouth continuing to move feverishly over those hot hardening nipples. I couldn’t believe I was watching this almost complete stranger, a slender little guy about 4 or 5 inches shorter than me, work over my desperately aching nipples. It had been so long, and it felt as good as I had hoped.

Mike left my nipples then, with a loud wet nipple-suck and a lustful booby-slap, and then he sat on the bed and pulled me over to him. He then grabbed the waistband of my tight hot pants. His fingers slipped in and slowly drew them down, till they fell aimlessly to the floor.

I wasn't wearing any underpants, and now I was naked. It felt good to be that way, especially with a man who wanted me as much as I needed him. I looked down at his little devilish face, a smile curling his lips. I couldn’t wait for more.

Mike grabbed me a little and pushed me gently onto the bed. I fell across it onto my back. He was looking me over. He looked like he didn’t know where to begin. Eric used to say that having sex with me was like going to a sexual amusement park: there was so much fun to be had.

I stared at Mike and then slowly, very deliberately pulled my legs up and spread my thighs wide. He only looked in my eyes briefly. Then he looked down at my bald gaping fleshy twat.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled. He removed his glasses, then threw them off the bed carelessly. Without another word, he moved toward me and plunged his head into my horny moist cunt. His mouth devoured my pussy lips. He tore at them like a man who hadn’t had food for months. He pulled my twat lips hungrily into his mouth, suckling them in with fleshy, slurping sounds.

I threw my head back now and closed my eyes. His hot wet tongue slipped between my slit and he probed deeply down into my funhole. His hands moved up and split my pussy-lips wide, and then he drove his wet eager tongue down into my hole, lapping all around it, and then flicking his tongue fast and hard.

‘Yah, that is good!” I cried. I heard myself slipping back into my German a little, which happens when I am sexually excited.

Then I felt his fingers. They probed at my soft twat. He moved his hand around, feeling my girl-juice, and rubbing those hot fleshy cuntlips all over. Then he inserted two fingers into my waiting open snatch.

“Uhhhhh...” I breathed. I could feel his fingers going in, and I spread my hot thighs wider. His fingers drove deeply in and then he began to slip them in and out, slowly at first, and then very fast. In and out his fingers went, probing down into my womanhood.

“More,” I said. “More, Mike...” He knew what I meant, I guess, because he introduced a third finger into my hot pussy. Now he was sliding his hand in and out, in and out, my feverish twat leaking girl-juice shamelessly. He was driving me wild. I lay back, feeling dizzy, my sweet pussy sending waves of pleasure all over my body.

I looked up and saw Mike busily working my cunt with his fingers. He caught my eye, and then stuck out his tongue and wagged it back and forth. “I’m going to give you more, Greta,” he said.

Then he dipped his head, and with his fingers still plumbing the depths of my hot needy pussy, he began to run his tongue across my clit. Jesus, this felt so good. Fingers deep inside my drenched twat, his wet eager tongue assaulting my love bud.

“La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.” That was the sound his tongue made, as he slobbered his mouth desperately across my throbbing clit. It was distended now, poking out hard, and he was flicking at it furiously, sending hot jolts of pleasure through my horny body.

I gasped. “Oh yah, Mike. Keep doing that. Right there!” He gently nibbled on my clit now, drew it achingly into his mouth. And he sucked on it. First softly, then more aggressively. I liked it. It was really good.

Then Mike, in one sweeping motion, lifted himself up and threw his body over me. He was on all fours, his cock dangling above my head, his head hovering above my steaming twat.

“You like 69, Greta?” he said loudly.

“I like everything,” I heard myself say.

“Oh, then please suck my cock!” With that he dropped his growing cock into my mouth. I grabbed it and began to suck as he plunged his head between my thighs. The slurping sounds of oral sex were all around us, as he grabbed a hold of my hot shapely ass and drove his tongue into my drenched and dripping pink twat. I stroked his cock vigorously, quickly drawing it out, harder and harder. Then I slipped it into my mouth and began to suck it. Hard.

I thought for a fleeting second about how I was a wife and mother, but tonight I felt like a horny slut, and it was good.

My tongue darted around his cock-head, as I stroked his throbbing shaft. It wasn’t as big as Eric’s, but it was attractive and it tasted really good. As his cock grew, it began to fill my mouth. Soon he was pounding that hard cock deep down into my mouth. I sucked it with abandon, making loud sloppy slurping sounds. I pulled the cock out of my mouth, and then stuck my tongue into his pee-hole. He jerked a little more.

“Oh yeah, baby. Fuck yeah!” Mike shouted.

I marveled at his cock dangling above my face. I ran my fingers along its taut length. Then I pulled him gently toward me and stuffed his balls into my mouth. I could hear Mike gasp.

“Yesss, baby...suck my balls,” he said anxiously. I played with his cock with my fingers and furiously worked over his nut-sac with my tongue. Then I worked my tongue upwards and stuck it ever so slightly into his asshole.

Ahhhhhhh....fuck!” he howled. I thought he would like that. I know Eric does. My tongue darted in and out of his musky asshole, and I continued massaging the length of his throbbing purplish cock. He continued eating my pussy, his tongue and mouth working it wetly all over like a madman.

“Oh fuck, baby,” said Mike. “I gotta have that pussy, baby!” He pulled himself off me and turned and fell to his knees between my legs. His pulsing cock was straining and stiff. There was pre-cum leaking out his pee-hole.

“I gotta fuck you, Greta. I wanna fuck you, “ he seethed with lust.

I was confused. I needed that hard dick in me. I wanted it badly. Then I heard myself say, very quickly, “Do you have a condom? “

“What?” he said.

“A condom. You need a condom. No one goes in there naked except my husband.”

“Shit No, I don’t have one...I...”

“Well, I do, downstairs in my purse...” I could see the look on his face. And his hard cock pointing straight at me.

“Please, I don’t wanna stop now, baby...Please...let me...”

We were both so ready. His cock was gorgeous: hard, bulbous, throbbing, juicy. I had my rules, but, like him, I didn’t really want to stop either.

“You can’t cum in me,” I said to him. “You understand?”

“Oh, yes, baby. I’ll be very careful...”

It was a risk, but I needed cock in my pussy. Taking time out would ruin things. I threw the caution to the wind.

He moved down near me. He fondled his cock, drawing it out even longer. I watched him dip down, and in a moment his hot cock sliced through my shaved pussy lips and he buried it to the hilt.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” I gasped. “Yah, baby...Yahhhh!”

Mike slammed his hot throbbing shaft over and over again into my drenched cunt. It was ecstasy. His bulbous cock-head probed deeply into my horny love-hole. He lifted his pelvis so he knew his cock was pressing against my clit as his stiff penis began to move juicily in and out, in... and out.

“Fuck, baby!” Mike shouted. He gingerly withdrew his cock from my twat, teasingly leaving the cock-head near my clit. Then I swooned as he rubbed his cock back and forth across my clit, slowly, sensually.

“Oh, yes, “ I murmured. It felt like heaven, my tender cunt being massaged by his hard cock. Then I reached up and began to play with my nipples. They were hard as diamonds, elongated, spiky.

I pulled at those nipples in a frenzy now, my hot shapely thighs drawn back and wide, as Mike surged forward and buried his dick deep into my drenched pussy. He slammed it in hard. Then he began a steady rhythmic motion, his cock slipping in and out, faster, and faster still.

“Oh yah....harder...fuck me!” I screamed. He slammed into me full-on and spread his body over mine. His mouth was now at my breasts, and I fed him my nipples, shoving them into his gurgling, drooling mouth as his cock pounded my pussy. I drew my thighs up over his hips and urged him on.

”Fuck me! Yah! Fuck me!” I hollered. He was pistoning that thick meat stick into my pussy with abandon now. I was thinking of nothing but that hard cock, pounding into my juicy cunt, slamming the hot walls of my aching twat. His shaft was rubbing back and forth across my clit the whole time, and I was feeling lightheaded as waves of pleasure engulfed my entire body.

His mouth ripped at my titties. He slobbered all over them, bit at my nipples, and then he forced his mouth onto mine. We kissed long, deep and hard. Our tongues entwined like snakes, our mouths gasping for air, his cock driving deeper and deeper into my cunt.

Suddenly, Mike reared up and with one big gasp of air, he drove his cock to the bottom of my love hole. I went mad with lust. I swooned. My legs wrapped tightly around his muscular ass...and then I came.

Waves of pleasure gripped my entire body and I began to shudder. “Ohhhhhhhhh....ah...ah...ah...ohhhhhhh!” My arms were thrown back. My hips were bucking. I thrust my cunt forward, meeting the piston-rod pulses of his steely rod. He rode me like a stallion, and I could think of nothing but my orgasm...intense, shivery, long, loud.

He kept pounding his cock into me as I came. Then he once more slammed his cock all the way to the bottom of my hot horny desperate hole. He held it there for an excruciating number of seconds, as I began to get my breath again.

“Oh God,” I said anxiously. “Did you cum??!!”

Mike looked down at my flushed and and sweating face. “Nope,” he said. “Not yet.”

He pulled out of me then, his cock hitting the air with a wet fleshy sound. He was on his knees between my legs, his cock still hard as a rock. I sat up then and grabbed his dick.

“Let me finish you,” I said huskily.

My lips went down immediately onto his red-and-purple rod. He gasped as I crammed that cock into my mouth. I could taste my girl juice on him. It was gamy and raw-tasting. As I worked his bulbous cock-head in and out between my lips, I began to stroke the length of his penis. I loved having this thick, stiff dick in my hands and mouth. Mike had been such a good guy. He could have cum in me probably, but he said he woundn’t and he didn’t. I was grateful.

“Suck me, Greta...Please,” Mike said.

I looked up to him with and then put my head down and slurped the entire length of his cock into my mouth.

“Fuck me, Mike,” I said. “Fuck my mouth.”

With that, he moaned and then slammed his cock hard into me. The tip of his cock hit the roof of my mouth. I took that delicious fleshy hard shaft all the way in. My mouth moved furiously now. In and out his cock went. Faster... harder... faster still. My tongue swirled the tip of his cock-head, then all around the head, then lapped up and down its length. His cock strained further, growing bigger in my mouth. He moaned.

“Huhh...huhh...huhhh,” he gasped. “Fuck, baby. Shit!” My mouth closed tightly all the way around his cock. My hands massaged his balls and then I moved my index finger down between his legs and inserted it into his asshole.

“Ahhhhh,” he shouted.

My finger poked deeper and deeper into his ass, probing, playing, all the while his cock strained to the limit as I slobbered saliva all over it and sucked it out to maximum length.

Suddenly, he said, “Fuck, baby! “I’m...I’m...cummmmmmingggggggggg!!

I’m cummmminggggggggg!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...”

With a huge grunt, Mike jerked forward. He stiffened, and then it came. His cock spurted a huge cumload into my mouth, first in a thick gushy wad, and then in smaller after-spurts. I gobbled up his man-juice eagerly, taking care to get it all in my mouth. Then he jerked and expressed another thin, quick spurt of jism. Some of that spilled out onto my lips. I watched his cock pulse yet once more, and a last lovely wad of white man-cream spilled out into my waiting mouth and onto my tongue.

His breathing was so heavy I thought he was going to pass out. He still knelt above me, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. I then took his cock and stuffed it into my mouth to make sure I had licked up all his jizz. He gasped when I did that.

“Oh Greta,” he said, looking down at me. His dick was still in my mouth as I looked up at him. I licked my lips, then smacked them, then licked his cock like a lollipop. His cum was sweet. I liked the taste. It was different than Eric’s, but hot and delicious just the same.

Finally his cock was starting to lose its hardness. When I pulled gently at it, then let it swing limply in the air, Mike gasped a little.

“Oh...sensitive,” he said.

We smiled at each other. He had been sensitive also. To my needs. He must have cared greatly to not cum in me as he had. I know how difficult that is for a man. Yet I might’ve risked pregnancy, because even at 40, I am still very fertile, I am sure. As for disease, I could only trust that Mike was a clean man, and it has proved to be so in the months that have followed. All is well.

I was tempted to stay the night, but when we went back downstairs I saw that my cell phone had a message. It was from Anna. Apparently the slumber party was not working out, and she was coming home. I guess even American Christian social events can have their downsides. I knew then that I must leave.

It’s such a happy memory. Mike was true to his word, and I also had the first hard cock, and the first serious orgasm, I had had in months.

This is how the Internet can be such a help to people: by making connections and drawing together those who want to express their sexuality in a healthy way. I know my husband, Eric, appreciates it. It is consoling for him to know that his adoring wife can enjoy herself without compromising our love.