After having been with four new guys, six in total, in one day, things kind of slowed down. I had my husband whenever I or he wanted. 

Frank and I carried on like we were dating for a few years. We would go out as a couple on dates or out with friends. We took a couple weekend trips together. Eventually he gave me a key to his house so I could greet him at the door naked. I saw him every couple of weeks.

Tony was my number three for about a year and a half. Basically, we were just friends with benefits. Rarely did we ever meet up with any other plan than to have sex. We did go out to dinner a couple of times, but mostly just for sex.  He was a powerhouse and could go multiple times. Our record was eight times in one night. That’s why I very rarely slept over, because he could literally go all night long. I needed sleep!

As you can see, my sexual appetites were satiated for several years after my marathon day in the previous story.

Things eventually petered out with the extramarital flings. First, my thing with Tony ran its course, and he moved on.  Frank eventually told me we had to break it off because he was starting to develop strong feelings for me. 

Pretty soon it was just me and my husband, and I was fine with it. The kids were older now, and we were busy with them.  I really didn’t have time or opportunity to meet up with different men.

Social media was starting to become popular, and soon I was on it. It was so fun catching up with people I hadn’t seen in years. One day, I was shocked to find a friend request from my very first boyfriend. He was the one who took my virginity. I accepted.

Soon he messaged me, and we carried on a conversation over a few weeks. He was married now with kids, as was I. He lived in the house he bought from his parents. He worked as a truck driver delivering food to restaurants.

When the offer of catching up over lunch came up, I didn’t think anything of it. I was looking forward to a nice lunch. When I told my husband, he teased me, but I insisted it wasn’t like that at all.

When Saturday came around, I dressed in nothing sexy at all. A dark T-shirt and blue jeans. We met up for lunch and had a great time. We talked about just about everything we could, including our past. Good laughs were had about some of the things we did together. We laughed about how awkward things were the first time we had sex.

After lunch, we walked to each other's cars. I went to give him a hug, and he leaned in and kissed me. Without hesitation, I kissed him back. He pulled away and apologized for acting on his desires. I told him not to worry; we have kissed before.

We started to say our goodbyes again, and somehow I ended up in his arms again. This time we held each other longer before coming to our senses. He told me his family was gone for the day, and if I were interested, I could come over.

Without saying a word, I climbed in the passenger seat. He drove and parked in the garage so no one would see me in the car. I started to feel sickened by what I was doing. I told him we should go, but he reassured me that his wife had slept with one of the neighbors, so this was ok. He said he forgave her, but he felt he was owed this. Stupid me thought that was justification enough.

He grabbed my hand and led me into the house, with no hesitation from me. We walked downstairs to the spare bedroom and resumed our kissing. 

I was comparing his kisses from when we were dating to now. He was a much better kisser, and I was really worked up in no time. So when he pulled at my shirt, I didn’t put up a fight when he pulled it over my head. When he unclasped my bra, I had no hesitation letting it fall off my body.

My brain was going into overtime. Here I was kissing a guy who was tweaking my naked nipples that I had last seen when I was in my teens. I was about to have sex with the man who took my virginity twenty years ago! At this point, I couldn’t wait for all our clothes to be off so I could touch the man’s body that started me on my path when he was a boy.

Soon, my pants were off, then my panties, and I was completely nude. I reached up and helped him remove all his clothes. I got down on my knees and took him into my mouth, and then I kissed down his shaft to suck in his testicles.

This was the first penis I ever saw, just more mature now! I was worshipping it like I needed to thank it for all it did for me. I spent a lot of time with him kissing and sucking it. Just as I could feel he was going to cum, I would pull back and let him calm down. I wanted to show him how much I learned about pleasing a man! When my mouth started hurting, I climbed up on the bed and spread my legs.

It was his turn to show me. He started by kissing my toes and working his way up my legs. He kissed my calves, under my knees, and slid his tongue up my thighs. He teased me by kissing where my legs attached to my body for a few minutes and then, without warning, plunged his tongue inside me.

The kissing up my leg was so sexy and had me melting into a puddle of desire. When his tongue found its way inside me, I let out a long sigh of relief. When his finger found my clit, I was breathing so loud I was worried others would hear. I started building up to my first orgasm within seconds and didn’t hold back. He knew what he was doing because he immediately stopped and denied me what I had coming.

I pulled his face up to mine as I exclaimed how mean he was. I started kissing him all over to clean my juices off of his face. As his lips found mine, I reached down and started rubbing him up and down my clit, and then he pushed inside me. 

Within seconds of entering me, I had my first of many orgasms that day. He lasted a lot longer than our first time, but it was by no means a record. Soon he had his first orgasm.

I held him tight inside me until he went soft, and then we kissed gently as we lay on our sides rubbing each other's bodies. After a respectable time, I went down to take him in my mouth to clean him off. It didn’t take long before I felt him growing against my tongue.

I was impressed he was ready to go so soon again. I made my way up his body and then sat down on him as we passionately kissed again. I just sat there with him fully inside me while I enjoyed his gentle sucking on my nipple while he played with my other breast.

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I started rocking back and forth on him. Soon, I was building up to another orgasm. I was completely surprised at how intense this one was, so surprised that I let out a loud moan!. That sent him over the edge, and soon he was cumming inside me again.

After a little cuddling, I climbed off and was surprised to see the amount of our combined juices flowing out of me. I asked where the shower was, and he told me he could do better and led me to a hot tub in his basement.

We spent the better part of the day completely naked, enjoying each other's bodies. When we were in the hot tub, our hands were all over each other. We cuddled up under the blankets, familiarizing ourselves again with each other's bodies. We 69-ed each other. I explored every inch of him, and he did the same to me!

He went to get us drinks, and after 3+ hours of foreplay, I needed to feel him inside me again. I leaned against the wall, pointing my butt towards him, slightly wiggling it. He swiftly walked over and slipped right in. We fucked against the wall and eventually ended up back in the hot tub to finish up, with me sitting on the edge while he stood. I wrapped my legs around him and held him inside so all he could do was grind against me, giving me a great orgasm. When he finally came, he collapsed down in the hot tub. 

Before I left, I helped him clean up any signs of us. He tried to get me to stay longer, but I didn’t want to risk getting caught. I walked to the door, we made out, and then I dressed and climbed in his car.

I kissed him passionately goodbye before he started driving away so no one would see us kiss in the parking lot. As we arrived, I told him how great he is and teased him that I taught him everything he knows.  He laughed and said I showed some real promise…

I got home, and my husband took one look and gave me that all-knowing smile. Without even knowing for sure, he just said I told you so. I was really irritated that he was so sure of himself. Then I looked at my appearance in the mirror and realized there was no denying it. I looked a little used.

We still talk from time to time to this day, but beyond that one day, we never explored each other's bodies again. If given the opportunity, I recommend connecting with the person who took your virginity again later in life. It is so satisfying seeing how different things are!