I was at home alone, watching some kinky porn on my laptop. I had my robe open and my fingers in my pussy when the doorbell chimed. My husband was at work, and I had no idea who was at my door. I was wearing a short silk robe with nothing underneath, so normally I wouldn’t answer the door dressed this way, but when I looked through the peephole, I saw Gary standing on the doorstep.

I hadn’t seen Gary in more than a year since he moved to L.A. I didn’t want to leave him standing out there, so I closed the robe and wrapped it tighter around my body and opened the door.

“Gary! Such a surprise!” I exclaimed when our eyes met.

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by. Hope I’m not putting you out by not calling first,” he said.

“Heavens no. Please come in,” I said as I stepped aside to let him in. I closed the door behind him and then asked him to excuse me a moment while I put on some clothes.

“You don’t have to bother, Rhonda,” he said. “I just stopped by to say hello to you and Jack while I’m in town.”

“Oh, well, Jack is at work,” I replied.

“Well, I can leave and come back later if you like,” Gary said.

“Don’t be silly,” I countered, and offered him a drink. He agreed, and then I led him to our den.

I had already forgotten about the porn I was watching, and I felt myself blush when we entered the den. On the screen, the woman was taking it at both ends by two well-endowed men. I closed my laptop as quickly as I could, but I knew Gary had already seen what I was watching. I tried to play it cool, though, and told him to take a seat while I walked over to the bar to fix him a drink.

“Reminds me of the old times,” Gary said.

Still blushing, I said, “Yes, those were some good times.”

As I handed Gary a cold beer, he asked if Jack and I were still swinging, which rekindled my thoughts about the time he seduced me, parking in his truck, and he unzipped his pants to show me his cock. I remembered how hot and bothered I got when he stroked it and made it hard. I remembered how good he tasted when I went down on it, how good his hands felt groping my tits when he flooded my mouth with his hot, tasty semen.

My mind had drifted so far at that point that I didn’t ever hear what Gary was saying, and he had to put a hand on my shoulder to get my attention.

“Are you okay, Rhonda?” he asked.

“Huh? What?” I said, startled. “Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m sorry. I’m fine. I just got distracted for a moment. What did you say again?”

“I just asked what time Jack was getting home.”

“Oh…not for a few hours,” I told him.

“So, have things cooled down in your swinging lifestyle?” Gary asked a second time.

I rolled my eyes, then turned to Gary and said, “To tell you the truth, I’m the one who slowed down some. Jack still encourages me to be a hotwife, but I think I need a new fire lit under my ass.”

We moved over to the couch, and Gary sat down next to me. “On my way over here, I started thinking about the night that me, your husband, and four other guys we met at the lake gangbanged you at the cabin up in Tahoe,” he told me. “I’ve got to tell you, that night was one of my fondest memories. Damn, you were a hot firecracker that night!”

Gary was flirting; it was clear, and I didn’t really mind. In fact, I was curious to see where he was going with this.

“Just thinking about that night got me as aroused as I was when it was happening,” Gary continued, then paused dramatically. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he sidled up close to me and said, “Would you like me to show you how hard my cock is for you right now?”

Without saying it, I gave him a simple nod, and down went his zipper. He was still the same guy who seduced me in his pickup truck and fucked me on several occasions after that. Still as seductive as ever, he hadn’t changed a bit. He took my hand and placed it over his erection that was still confined in his pants.

“You want this, I know you do,” he said. “I know you, Rhonda. I’ll bet that pretty little pussy of yours is dripping wet right now, just like it was that night.”

I had to admit that he was right. My pussy was dripping wet, and I was hotter than I had been in weeks. I imagine I had a head start while watching porn when he knocked on my front door. If I sent him away, I’d be left horny, going back to fingering my pussy while watching porn.

“Okay,” I said, giving in. “But you better have what it takes to get me off.”

I stood up and walked out of the room, looking back only once to make sure Gary was following me. I led him straight down the hall and into my bedroom. I turned down the bed, tossed my robe over my dresser, and lay back to watch him undress.

He struggled out of his clothes, stumbling and tripping over himself as he tried to get naked as fast as possible. I was pleased to see him so hard for me, his knobby, veiny cock standing up straight and throbbing with desire as he climbed onto the bed with me.

I felt my excitement skyrocket as he spent considerable time enjoying my breasts before slipping his hand down to lightly rub my hot pussy.

“My God, Rhonda,” Gary moaned, “you still have the hottest, slickest pussy I ever had the pleasure of running my fingers through.”

Gary quickly replaced his hand with his mouth, and I have to give him credit for knowing his way around my pussy. His fingers were great. He knew just where to touch. But his talented tongue soon had me writhing in orgasmic bliss and gushing juices all over his face. Nothing had changed. Gary was a very talented man who could get me to squirt every time he ate my pussy.

Gary was eager to lap up every last drop he could get his tongue on, which helped him get me off two more times before he finally finished pleasuring me orally.

I was still trying to catch my breath when he moved up and started to mount me. I spread my legs wide and eased them back for his better access. He entered my pussy in one smooth stroke, then held still with his balls resting against my ass. We used this moment to kiss and explore each other’s mouths with our tongues. I ran my hands up and down his back, then I slapped his ass and urged him to fuck me.

Gary was even hornier than I was, and though he tried hard, he only held it together for maybe five minutes before he gasped and discharged a deluge of thick, creamy semen deep inside my quivering cunt.

Gary remained hard and buried inside me even after his climax. After taking a moment to calm down, he began pumping in and out of me once more. It felt so good to have a cock inside of me, and the wet sound of his shaft thrusting in my sloppy pussy got me even hotter and wetter than I already was. I was so turned on that Gary’s steady, rhythmic thrusting wasn’t enough, and I begged him to fuck me harder.

“My God, you are a horny woman, Rhonda!” Gary excitedly exclaimed as his hips jackhammered against me. “I want to fuck you all day long!”

My pussy was so wet that our combined juices started to squish out of me as his cock hammered my insides. I felt the creamy liquid run down into the crack of my ass and lather the tops of my inner thighs. I loved how sloppy our sex was getting.

We fucked for what felt like hours, and when we couldn’t go any further, we fell asleep, his limp cock still lodged in my pussy. When he got hard again, I felt him press his cock inside me, and I woke up for a quickie before going back to sleep. When my husband arrived home later, he found us in bed, half-asleep, lying naked on top of the sheets, Gary’s cock still lodged inside me.

We had dinner together and later skinny-dipped in our backyard pool. The two men spit-roasted me for the rest of the night and took turns on me, just like old times. Gary spent the night at our house, the three of us entangled in our king-sized bed.

Gary left the next morning, after we had a quick fuck in the shower. I told Gary that I really enjoyed his company, and that he should stop by the next time he was in town. He satisfied me better than any dirty video and vibrator ever could, and I was looking forward to having him do it again on his next visit.

End of story.