I met my future wife at a clothing optional beach in California. I spent many of my weekends there for several years and made many friends. There were two distinct groups of people that visited there regularly.

Traditional nudists tend to be very conventional in their other attitudes and monogamous, even prudish. Then there is a group who like the implied sexuality of mingling without clothes.

I am one of the latter, and over the years, I have enjoyed sex with many of my friends’ wives. One year, a beautiful young woman arrived. She set out her blanket and undressed with no apparent modesty concerns.

She returned the next weekend and became a regular thereafter.

Over the course of the summer, every single guy and not a few married ones hit on her. She politely turned them away. One day our frisbee landed beside her blanket.

As I bent to pick it up she said, “Hello Bob.” I was surprised that she knew my name, although I had learned hers was Susan through the social grapevine. “I have been hoping that you would come talk with me.”

That ended my frisbee game and began a love affair that ended with us getting married at the beach. By that time we had swapped with most of the attractive couples there.

We had been married for ten years when she was diagnosed with breast cancer. The chemotherapy was awful; she was unable to eat, losing weight and expecting to lose her hair. Of course, sex was out of the question.

One day I came home from work to find her sleeping and the following note on the table.

Darling,

It appears that I am in for a long, unpleasant ordeal with an uncertain outcome. There is no reason for you to suffer too. My good friend Jane went through the same misery, only to have her husband develop Erectile Disfunction. She has agreed to be my surrogate for your sexual needs. She is a little older, but very attractive and very together mentally. I really like her and trust her.

Her contact number is xxx-xxxx. Call her. BTW she has not had proper sex in three years; be gentle, she may be vulnerable. Your loving wife, Susan.

A couple of women friends who learned of Susan’s condition have offered me sex, but I passed, feeling honor bound while she was so very ill. Now I had orders to get laid.

I imagined this older woman whose husband couldn’t get it up for her. The image was not exciting, but it seemed important to Susan and, any port in a storm, as they say.

We met in the bar at a local hotel. I recognized her immediately. She stood in the entry; a little above average height, a slim, almost boyish figure wearing a plain white T-shirt, tan short shorts and gorgeous legs ending in flat strap sandals that left her feet nearly bare.

I couldn’t detect a touch of cosmetics on her, just simply a beautiful, mature woman. She is a knock-out. I walked directly up to her and kissed her, feeling her shiver slightly at the suddenness.

After a brief, startled hesitation, she put her arms around my neck and returned my kiss. Her lips accepted my probing tongue and her fingers caressed my neck lightly.

“I think I need a drink,” she said when our lips parted. After a quick shot of whiskey, she nodded and said, “Lead on, Macduff,” and we headed for the elevators.

My cock was already at half mast, so when the doors closed we kissed again and I pulled her T shirt off. Her tits are smallish but very perky for someone her age, I guessed. I devoured them until we reached our floor.

She draped my coat on her shoulders for the walk to our room. Once inside, I turned her and kissed her, then undid her shorts and followed them down to my knees. I buried my face in her crotch and breathed deeply.

The aroma was intoxicating. I picked her up, laid her on the bed and watched as she removed her thong, sniffed it and handed it to me. It was very damp. Her hand rubbed my cock through my pants until I undid my belt and dropped trousers.

I enjoyed her little gasp as my semi-erect cock came into view. Have I said that I’m rather well endowed? In no time she was licking it and trying to get my glans in her mouth, without much success. Soon she settled for licking the tip, stroking the barrel, and squeezing my balls.

After my enforced celibacy, I had a hair trigger. “Jane, I’m going to cum very soon,” I warned her. “But don’t worry, there’s lots more.”

“Mmmm,” was her only response. She kept her mouth over the tip of my cock and stroked faster, producing the desired result. She swallowed it all.

Then she rolled onto her back and spread her legs ready to move on. I was in no hurry to consummate our encounter, so I sat at her feet and picked one up. I gently massaged it and kissed her instep, then moved to the other.

“Does your husband know where you are?” I asked. She shook her head no.

“Are you going to tell him?” She thought for several moments.

“Eventually, if I am going to see you again, I’ll have to.” I put her foot down.

Then I slowly worked my way kissing and licking her smooth legs toward her waiting pussy. My cock revived and I moved it within her reach, but she had her eyes closed and seemed to be in a trance.

I kissed my way around the perimeter of her labia, then up her belly to her wonderful tits. She made only slight reactions to my touches, until the tip of my cock nudged between her pussy lips.

Her eyes popped open and her arms went around my neck and squeezed. Her legs bent and she raised her pelvis to line my cock up. She was very wet but extremely tight. I was not sure that I would be able to fuck her without hurting her.

I stopped for a moment, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me in with a noisy, wet plop. “Now fuck me with your magical cock, it is the most beautiful one I have ever seen, and the biggest.”

She took my big cock like a champ, much easier than my future wife had when we first fucked.

Her legs went around my hips, her ankles crossed behind my back. I started pumping slowly going in only part way, but each stroke went a little deeper, until I bottomed.

I held there, enjoying the gripping and releasing of her pussy and her moans while I kissed her. I think she started cumming when my cock touched her labia, and never seemed to stop.

I was almost delirious with pleasure. Eventually I stopped with my cock head just inside her pussy lips and clenched, making the head swell, thinking I should not cum in her pussy.

But her pussy clenched back and she begged me to cum deep in her, so I did. We lay connected like that for several minutes, then side by side basking in the afterglow.

“I love the way your pussy can clench my cock,” I told her.

“Thank Mr Kegel, he is my mentor,” she smiled at her joke.

“I think it’s Dr Kegel. Is that why you are so tight?”

“Well, between my cancer treatments and John’s ED I haven’t had a hard cock in me in years, and never a monster like this one.” She squeezed my tumescent cock and slid my foreskin back. “And I see you are ready for more action.”

She rolled over on top of me and guided me into her sopping pussy. Even after our previous action, she was tight and had trouble getting me in entirely. But perseverance pays; she was soon yodeling and saying, “Oh fuck!” a lot.

Finally I came for the third time. After a brief, exhausted snuggle, I excused myself to go piss. I decided to jump into the shower for a quick rinse and cool-down.

When I returned to the bedroom, she was gone. The next day I gave Susan the details.

“I hope our little dalliance was not a one-off,” I said. “I never expected to enjoy an older woman, but she is almost as good as you.”

“Let me call her,” my wife helpfully offered.