Tom opened the door to his bedroom and ushered Cathy in. Although she had been in his house on many occasions over the past five years, this was one room she'd never seen. Neatly furnished, it still had a woman's touch about it. Cathy surmised Tom had not changed a thing since the passing of his wife, Sandra some six months earlier.
As she stood looking around the room, Tom came up behind her, slipped an arm around her waist, and gently kissed her neck.
Cathy closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the warm, safe feeling his soft lips provided. Tom’s fingers slid down her side and stroked her leg.
“Oh Tom, that feels so good,” Cathy whispered as his tongue probed her ear. “How I've missed all this... been so long, the loving touch of a man.”
Tom smiled, patted her shapely bottom and pointed to a door on the far wall.
“Maybe you would care to freshen up after your exertions,” Tom said with a smile. “The en-suite is through there. You will find towels and a robe in there."
There was something almost old-fashioned about this handsome sexagenarian that appealed to Cathy. Her divorced husband had been quite the opposite: a coarse, self-centred man.
“Thank you, Tom, I would appreciate that. After all, this will be our first time and should be special,” she said.
As Cathy showered, Tom poured two more glasses of wine. Then, sliding off his robe, he lay naked on the queen-sized bed, a bed that had seen so much sex. In his mind, he could see not only his late wife but also others in the small group of swingers they had once belonged to. He could hear the sounds of orgasms, whispered endearments, and shouted profanities. The thoughts had obviously transmitted themselves to his cock, as it now stood stiffly to attention at its full seven inches.
As he listened to the shower running, he turned over in his mind, how he was going to introduce Cathy to the diverse elements of the group. The group fucks, with partners swapping every few minutes. The group masturbation sessions, always one of his favourites. The mild bondage, the threesomes, and the girl-on-girl sex.
Cathy, for her part, was enjoying the feel of the hot water cascading over her naked body, and the smell of the expensive body lotion Tom had thoughtfully provided. She found herself wondering if it had belonged to Sandra, or if he had brought it in anticipation of just such an evening as this.
Fifteen minutes passed before Cathy emerged. She was wearing an identical robe to the one Tom had just discarded.
Smiling, she sat on the edge of the bed, and reaching out a hand, stroked the chest of her soon-to-be lover.
“Penny for them, lover,” she whispered in his ear. “You're miles away, what are you thinking?”
“Sorry, babe. Yes, you're right, I was thinking of all this bedroom has seen over the years.”
“Well, don't keep it to yourself, sexy man. If you want a horny bitch in your bed, enlighten me,” Cathy teased.
Tom described how the bed had often groaned under the weight of four people, fucking as if their lives depended on it. How often one person had been tied to it while being abused by the others. How often one of the males would film threesome action.
The idea of a threesome fascinated Cathy, and she asked, “One in her pussy and one in her mouth?”
“Sometimes, and sometimes one in the cunt and one in her arsehole. Are you okay with that?” Tom queried.
“I honestly don't know," Cathy said. "Yes, I've seen it in porn videos, but never had anything in my bum. Not even a finger.”
Tom reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “I can see we're going to have to educate you, young lady.”
“Yes, you will, but not now... now I'm as horny as hell, and need a fuck,” Cathy blurted out.
Tom tapped her nose with a finger, and said, “All in good time, my lady, all in good time. First, some foreplay.”
He smiled, reached over and opened her robe. There would be nothing frantic about their first fuck. Just two people getting to know each other.
As she felt her robe being opened, Cathy experienced a submissive feeling of total surrender. Every fibre of her body felt sexually aroused. The mere feeling of her the silky material sliding over hard nipples was enough to make her gasp.
Tom smiled again when he saw the hard brown nipples. He ran his forefinger along her lips and opened them just enough to moisten the tip. Then, with deliberate slowness, he used the saliva coated finger to move in small circles over each nipple in turn.
Cathy felt lost in a world of sensual delight as Tom then traced his finger between her breasts and on down to her navel. Tom was an expert at exploring a woman's erogenous zones. His dear wife Sandra had, over many years, helped to hone his technique to perfection. Now, this forty-five-year-old divorcee would benefit from her tutoring.
Cathy's breathing slowed at the magic feeling of a finger exploring her belly button. The subtle entry of his finger into her mouth then her navel, enhanced the anticipation of what she knew would follow.