by: Jeannie Duncan©
I came home in a rather depressed mood. Lunch with my friend Eileen whose hubby of fourteen years had left her and moved to Louisiana with a buxom real estate agent had not been uplifting. Her divorce had just become final and she was in a state of self-pity that called for more than one martini. By two o�clock I was her dearest friend and confidant and somewhat out of focus myself.
�I don�t miss the old fart.� She confided seriously, �But I do miss his big dong. Eight months is a long time to go with an empty pussy.�
�Eileen.� I leaned across the table to pat her hand. �You�re a good looking broad and there are plenty of good looking studs willing to take care of that for you.�
�I know that.� She looked into her empty glass and waved it at the bartender. �I get hit on often enough - - too often. Every randy stud in the county treats me like I should be grateful he�s so graciously willing to share a few hours of sack time with me but I�m damned if I�ll be anyone�s easy score. It�s the divorcee�s theme song�
We commiserated over her sad lot for two more martinis before calling for a taxi and I wasn�t feeling too well when Jack got home. He just laughed when I told him about my afternoon. �You�re a heartless male animal.� I sniffed. �Just like the rest of them. You have no sympathy for the tragedy of being a woman.�
He laughed again, cooked me an omelette and tucked me into bed but when I tried to entice him into joining me he just kissed me on the forehead. �I never screw drunks.�
He didn�t even wake me in the morning for a quickie before leaving for work so I swore I�d never touch alcohol again and bravely got out of bed.
I was fully recovered by six thirty when he returned home. He picked me up at the doorway and carried me into the front room where he laid me down on the carpet. I giggled with delight and tore off my panties as he stood over me and unbuckled his belt. I raised my spread thighs toward him in invitation as he sank to his knees and drove into me. �This is what your friend Eileen is missing.� He grunted as he slipped his hands beneath my butt. �Too bad about her but this is for you.�
�Thank you, kind sir." I responded. �Gimme more. Gimme it all.� And gimme it all he did. It was all over in about two minutes but what a delicious two minutes. �I was thinking of offering some of that to Eileen.� I panted when I got my breath back. �But I�ve changed my mind. I�ll take all you have.�
�Glutton.� He grinned. �That�s just a sample of what you�re getting tonight.� We tidied up, I got the pot roast from the oven and we had dinner like any other sane and proper suburban couple.
�You know -� Jack began as I placed a slice of marrionberry pie in front of him, �I might have something for your friend Eileen. Remember Ernie Dixon?�
�Ernie Dixon from accounting? Tall, quite thin, rather shy?�
�Yeah, that�s the one - we play handball at noon occasionally. Well, just yesterday he was griping over about the difficulty of getting a girl to notice him.�
�I noticed him.� I interrupted. �He�s not a hunk to swoon over but he�s no ugly. If I didn�t have you and Malcolm to tickle my fancy, I�d give him a second look.�
�Precisely - worth a second look but not pushy enough to get it. Well, I think we should arrange for Eileen to get a first look and then a second.�
�OK, let�s have them over for dinner this weekend.�
�Better still, Friday after work there�s company cocktails for some recent promotions. Ernie will be there so you bring Eileen and we�ll get them to join us for dinner.�
�Better still it is if you're going to spring for a restaurant dinner.�
The scheme worked well except that Ernie seemed more interested in talking to me than to Eileen but when we invited them to join us for dinner, he gallantly offered his arm to her. During the meal Eileen retaliated for Ernie�s earlier indifference by talking mostly to Jack. That sort of pushed me and Ernie together and before long I was indeed taking a second look at this charming man. His quiet manner concealed a wry humor and active curiosity which soon had me talking about me. I began to wonder how a man of that social skill could be complaining about a lack of feminine companionship.
My suggestion for after dinner drinks at our place was accepted and on arriving, Jack set about making a pitcher of margaritas while Eileen began sorting through our collection of records, tapes and CDs. When Jack returned to the room and set the drinks on the coffee table, Eileen picked out an old LP record, put it on our ancient turntable and as the strains of mid century dance music filled the room, she turned to Jack and led him into a dreamy waltz. I turned to Ernie but he just shook his head. �I can�t do that.� so I took his hand and we sat down on the sofa.
Jack and Eileen were really good; they moved together to the dreamy music with bodies in contact from knee to chest. Their sensuous movements prompted me to sit closer to Ernie and, as his arm move around me, laid my head on his shoulder.
�Do Eileen and jack have a sexual relationship?� He enquired quietly.
�Not that I know of.� I answered.
�Pity - I was just hoping.�
I turned to him, my face just inches from his and smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment." Yielding to a sudden impulse, I kissed him lightly on the lips. He took my hand and laid it on the bulge in his trousers. I was shocked by the boldness of the move but the devil in me took over. I slid down his zipper and ran my hand inside. That old tingle ran up the inside of my thighs as he ran his hand up my dress and slipped a finger inside the elastic of my panties - Oops - this wasn�t on the schedule.The music stopped and I looked up to see Eileen and Jack no longer dancing but she still plastered against him, slowly grinding her pelvis against his. Jack looked over her shoulder, noted the location of our hands and just gave a sloppy grin. I raised my butt and Ernie slipped my panties down over my knees. - shy Ernie indeed. - I kicked them off and unbuckled his belt. As he slipped his pants off, I glanced down and there on the plush carpet in the exact spot he had so recently treated me to a delightful quickie, my husband and my good friend Eileen were already a step ahead of us. I closed my eyes and released my full attention to the pleasures of first encounter with a new lover.
The number of my such firsts is fewer than you might think - less than a dozen - so I still experience some apprehension at the moment of penetration. What is expected of me? I�m afraid I�m not a good lay the first time. Ernie sensed my tenseness and took me gently with a simple missionary long-stroke. He just held me close, hardly moving until I began to relax and relish the simple but exquisite pleasure of the male presence within my body. I felt no desire for frantic action nor orgasmic release. "Nice, nice -" I murmurred in his ear. "Don't rush me."
With gentle probing and sweet kisses he smoothly and expertly kindled in me a desire for the feel of his fresh warm fluids flooding my interior and with no warning or change in tempo of his gentle stroking he started coming to me. I pulled him closer to my breast and willed him to give me more.
Full passion and noisy abandon came later - in my own bed and accompanied by screams and laughter from Eileen and Jack in the next room. I do love that satisfying sensation of having every available cubic inch of my interior occupied by raw maleness but it�s the twitchy teasers with only about three inches inserted that bring the sweat to my breasts and the tornadoes to my tummy. It took Ernie about ten minutes of careful and considerate testing to discover that secret and another ten to reduce me to a quivering mass of jelly. I was ready to cry uncle when he sank in to the hilt and again opened the floodgates.
Around midnight he treated me to a cozy little cuddle-diddle without the fireworks and I have dreamy later recollections of lying on my side with him curled up behind me spoon fashion, his large hand cupping my breast as he did sweet things to my person.
We were awakened long after sunrise by Jack and Eileen. Laughing, she stripped off our sheets and lay down beside nude Ernie. He put his arms around her and kissed her firmly on the mouth.She responded warmly and ran her fingers over his limp maleness. "I see you've had a good night, darling."
Jack sat down on the bed beside me and we both stared at the couple in amazement. �Actually, Eileen,� I stammered. �Getting you and Ernie together is sort of what we intended when we invited you over last night.�
�I know.� She grinned. �Think of who put the idea in your head in the first place. Ernie and I have been an item for a couple of months now and have decided to make it permanent. We just wanted to test our chances of getting fully involved with you before announcing it - afraid you might treat us like newlyweds and never consider us for more intimate social activities.�
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