MARGARET'S RETURN -- CHAPTER 1 By Bob Black (rgb1840@gmail.com)
-- AUTHOR'S NOTE --
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--Bob Black
I was in my car on the way to the grocery when my phone rang.
"Bob? It's Margaret!"
Margaret! I hadn't seen her for nearly a year and a half, since she dropped out of sight after that final bisexual group session with her friends Paula and Ed and my suck buddy, Denny, and me.
"I can't believe it!" I exclaimed. "Margaret, how are you? It's great to hear your voice!"
As I guided my car over to the curb, Margaret brought me up to date -- what she'd been doing since she went away. And why: for time by herself, to meditate, to reflect on her life, to travel, eventually to search for a new man in her life. I had known she was lonely, of course, ever since her husband, Jim, died unexpectedly nearly three years ago.
In fact, it was because of Jim's death that Margaret and I met. Some weeks after Jim's sudden death, she discovered an exchange of text messages between him and me on Jim's phone that strongly suggested we were meeting one another for M2M sex. Completely unaware of this secret part of her late husband's life, on impulse she called me one day to confirm the facts.
Taken completely off guard by her unexpected call, I nevertheless agreed to meet Margaret in person to tell her the truth. I had expected to face an angry woman but was greatly relieved that Margaret was mainly curious. She was curious to know what Jim and I had done with one another (mutual cock sucking), whether he was secretly gay (no, he was bisexual, like me), and so on.
In fact, soon enough I learned that Margaret was more than curious -- she was excited, actually, to know about man-to-man sex up close and personal. That led to me introducing her to Denny, my regular suck buddy of some years. She masturbated as she watched Denny and me suck one another's cock, and we soon all joined in together. In time--after Margaret discovered her own bisexual side--she introduced Denny and me to her friends Paula and Ed, both of whom enthusiastically embraced the bisexual life. (I have related the details of all this in my series called "An Unexpected Phone Call," which you can find in the Bisexual Adult Friends section of Nifty.)
"Bob, I've found Mr. Right," she confided. "Mr. Right, literally -- he's Jack, Jack Wright. We're married now, and I'm so happy!"
"That's wonderful!" I exclaimed. I meant it. "I'm so happy for you -- for both of you. He's a lucky man!"
"Bob, I want you to meet him -- I know you and Jack will really like one another!"
I hastily dropped my planned visit to the grocery and arranged instead to meet Margaret and Jack shortly at Margaret's house. I didn't know what to expect, and since I was unsure whether her new husband knew about Margaret's past sexual intimacies with me and others, I had decided to act as if this were merely a reunion of old acquaintances.
When I rang her doorbell a few minutes later, Margaret flung open the front door and embraced me warmly, then pulled me inside. She introduced me to Jack, a man in his mid-60s, about my height, with the slight stomach paunch so typical of many men our age.
We grasped one another's hand in the classic manner -- but Jack added a feature of even greater intimate greeting: With his other hand, Jack reached out and began to lightly caress my cock through my pants.
That's when I learned this wasn't merely a reunion of old acquaintances.
Though completely astonished, I quickly recovered and followed suit, reaching to feel his cock too. I felt that he was semi-hard, his cock pleasantly full in the palm of my hand.
"Oh, I just knew you would become good friends!" Margaret giggled, her hands clasped before her breasts.
Jack and I both laughed, continuing to caress each other's cock. By now, we were both becoming hard, and our pants were tenting in front.
"Margaret tells me you knew her first husband, Jim -- I want us to get to know one another just as well!" Jack said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye, leaving no doubt about his meaning.
"Yes--I'd like that!" I immediately replied with a smile and a twinkle of my own.
"Oh, we've got so much to get caught up on -– I'm so excited you're here!" Margaret exclaimed. And I could see clearly that she was indeed excited.
As Jack and I finally broke our handshake, he gestured toward the hall that I knew led to the master bedroom, and arm-in-arm the three of us strode toward Margaret's bedroom in happy anticipation of the pleasure that lay before us.
"Jack, I'm really happy for you and Margaret," I said, repeating what I had told her earlier on the phone. "Margaret and I have had some very nice times together--we have some wonderful memories."
"I've told Jack all about how we met -– and about Denny and Paula and Ed," Margaret said, adding: "And he told me all about himself--we decided from the beginning that we would be open with one another!"
Margaret and Jack stood facing me, their arms around one another. They both reached out and gently pulled me into the embrace. All three of us were naked, having shed our clothes as soon as we entered the bedroom. My cock was standing up straight, and so was Jack's. Margaret's magnificent nipples were hard and erect, as big as pencil erasers crowning her pillowy breasts.
"Well, let's make some new memories -- together," Jack suggested.
Margaret kissed me, and with his right hand Jack began to jack my stiff cock, then softly disengaged from our threesome embrace, bent, and took me in his mouth, warm and wet. With his tongue, he licked off the drops of precum from the tip of my cock.
"Oh, God!" Margaret cooed breathlessly. "You know how much I love seeing you suck another man's cock!"
She turned toward me and we kissed deeply, our tongues exploring one another's mouth. Her left hand lightly caressed the cheek of my ass, and my fingers gently tweaked her hard nipples. I could smell the aroma her pussy, which I knew was already wet.
After a few moments of sucking my cock, Jack rose once again, and we all three moved to the king-sized bed. He and Margaret lay side by side, kissing, and I moved between his legs to return the pleasurable manly favor of sucking his cock.
His cock was rock hard, about seven inches long, slightly smaller than my own seven and a half inches, but a bit thicker than mine. Like me, he was oozing precum too, and I savored its pleasant flavor, a little sweet, a little salty.
With my free right hand, I began at the same time to gently caress Margaret's hip and thighs, and she immediately parted her legs so that I could finger her labia, the folds of her pussy, wet and slick. I continued to stroke Jack's cock but released it from between my lips and turned my head toward Margaret's open legs, eager once again to taste her delicious juices.
Meeting Margaret some three years ago was a wonderful experience for me, since it was my first sexual encounter with a woman in more than twenty-five years. The last time I had tasted a woman's pussy was the last time my wife and I had sex, an unsatisfactory final experience for both of us. She had found that fucking was increasingly painful after menopause, and we limited ourselves to oral sex. But after awhile, she simply lost interest in sex altogether, even oral sex.
I loved my wife and I respected her wishes, of course, but I nonetheless was deeply saddened by the end of that part of our marital intimacy. And I particularly missed the act of cunnilingus, of licking a woman's labia, nuzzling her clit, thrusting my tongue deep into her pussy, tasting her delicious wet juices.
Meeting Margaret so many years later gave me back that wonderful heady job, for she loved oral sex -– me eating her pussy, she sucking my dick, watching me suck another man's cock -– whatever, she loved it all! As an added bonus for me, Margaret's clit was especially prominent, almost like a very tiny little cock. What joy!
Although I went for more than twenty-five years without a woman, I didn't go without sex. While my wife and I continued to enjoy a happy marriage all that time (other than the sex part), I started secretly hooking up with men. I was not ready for my sex life to end, and I discovered that it's fairly easy these days to find men offering blowjobs. So that's what I did -– I went on various online sites to make contacts.
Then one day, after a man had just finished sucking my cock, I completely astonished myself by offering to reciprocate. Of even greater astonishment to me was the discovery that I loved it!
Though I never in a hundred years would have guessed I would do such a thing, I took his cock in my hands, then bent to take it between my lips. I marveled at the feeling of his hard cock in my hand, then in my mouth -- the smooth texture of the skin, the cock so soft yet so hard at the same time. I tasted his precum and experienced the excitement when of his orgasm, when he shot his cum in my mouth. Even though it was the first blowjob I ever gave, I never considered not taking his load. Even from that first time, I have not hesitated to swallow a man's cum.
But back to Margaret's bedroom: As I lapped at her pussy, drinking her fragrant juices, Margaret shuddered, then in a moment touched my shoulders with both her hands, urging my body upward, opening her legs widely so that I could plunge me cock deeply into the mysterious folds of her hot, wonderfully wet pussy.
At the same time, Jack repositioned himself underneath us, so that he could lick both her pussy and my cock, slick with our combined juices. Margaret and I were both breathing heavily, grunting together as we fucked, and Jack was masturbating his cock all the while that his expert lips and tongue licked and sucked Margaret's pussy and my cock while we fucked.
With unstoppable urgency I reached the point of my orgasm, my body becoming rigid as my cock shot my hot cum deep inside Margaret's pussy, just as she too achieved her peak. Jack's lips and tongue did not stop their lovely attention to us.
Soon enough my spent cock slipped from Margate's folds, and Jack eagerly took my sensitive but still swollen cock between his lips, licking the juices of our union. When my cock was clean, he turned his attention to Margaret's pussy, licking her still erect clitoris and sucking my cum from deep within Margaret's wet pussy. She shuddered again.
With Jack still lapping cum from Margaret's pussy, I moved so that I could take Jack's swollen cock once again in my mouth. The head of his cock was fiery red, and it was oozing precum. I plunged down on his cock and bobbed my head up and down the full length, sucking him deeply in my mouth.
Approaching his own orgasm, Jack parted his legs slightly, and I flicked the middle finger of my hand across his asshole. Jack moaned in pleasure and opened his butt cheeks wider, and I probed his opening with my finger.
With a sudden grunt, Jack went rigid and flooded my mouth with cum. His cum was not the thick creaminess of a younger man, but the thinner cum typical of an older man. And I noticed that the volume of his load was quite respectable for a man our age!
I stopped sucking his cock after receiving his cum, knowing the exquisite sensitivity immediately after cumming, but continued to hold it in my mouth, gently moving my tongue slowly, tenderly, over the glans to clean his cock.
Finally, I released Jack's cock and looked up. I had tried not to swallowed his full load, because I knew Margaret liked to see the cum in my mouth. She had been watching me suck Jack's cock with her head propped up on one crooked arm, and she squeezed the hand that had been diddling her clit tightly between her legs as I showed her what remained of Jack's cum in my mouth.
When I swallowed it and licked my lips, she moaned.
"Nice . . ." Margaret said softly.
Jack's eyes, which were closed in bliss, fluttered open again, and together we smiled broadly at one another, acknowledging the pleasure we had given and received from one another.
"Have you seen Paula and Ed since you've been back?" I asked. Though our lovemaking was over for the morning, I was not ready to yet end our intimacy. I always liked to languish at least a few moments after sex, if possible, rather than jumping up and rushing off.
"We had dinner with them the other night," Margaret replied, adding: "But we didn't do anything together then--but Paula and I are going to get together on Friday morning."
"For some girl time?" I inquired.
"Yes," said Jack, "and she wants me to get out of the house -– Ed and I are going to hook up for some fun at his place. Hey, you want to join us?"
It took me only a moment to consider: "Sounds great! I'd love to!"