The call from Matthew, my boyfriend from more than 30 years ago, was innocent enough. That Monday afternoon Paul, my husband, handed me the phone, saying, “Matthew is calling.” I was surprised by his call, but also curious.
“It’s been a long time, Ginny,” Matthew said. He explained that he would be performing nearby (he’s a musician) and would really like to meet with me Thursday to catch up on our lives. Taken off guard, I said I had to check my schedule. What I really wanted was to discuss this with my husband. When I did, to my surprise Paul didn’t seem concerned about me meeting Matthew, especially since he’d be traveling the rest of the week.
I agreed to meet Matthew Thursday evening at the swank hotel where he was performing. I really felt that this get-together would be short and sweet and an early evening home. To the contrary, it turned into a long and memorable night.
Matthew and I have both aged gracefully. When we said hello, I liked what I saw and I’m sure he liked what he saw. At five feet seven, 130 pounds, with 36C tits and a tight ass, I’m still in great shape for a 52-year-old. After wine and warm conversation at the hotel bar, we had dinner at a nearby Italian restaurant, where the atmosphere was wonderfully relaxing, especially with the effects of the wine.
Back at the hotel we ventured out on the beach even though it was ten o’clock, and found a secluded spot with a beach chair. I sat with my back to Matthew and between his legs. I don’t remember if it was the wine or the nostalgia of our past, but I wanted him to fuck me. He was excited too. His stiff cock pushed into my back. I turned my face to his and we kissed.
As our passion built, I got off the chair, unbuckled his pants and stripped them off. The moonlight was bright, which provided great illumination to let me clearly see his cock standing at attention. For the record, I hadn’t seen or touched a cock other than my husband’s for 29 years. Sitting on the edge of the beach chair, I gripped Matthew’s cock with my right hand and caressed his balls with my left. While saying, “Ginny I can’t believe this,” he pulled my shirt over my head and unfastened my bra. I stood up, and he removed my pants and panties, and there I stood naked in front of him, something else I hadn’t done since I got married.
I crawled onto Matthew’s lap, and he fondled and kissed my breasts and taut nipples. While he sucked my nipples, I grasped his cock and guided it to my pussy, then gradually lowered myself onto it. What a glorious feeling having his cock sinking into me! He bottomed out with his seven-inch shaft buried in me. Then we started a slow, steady, deep fuck. God, our kisses were passionate!
Matthew pulled out of my pussy, rolled us over and reinserted his throbbing rod in me. With the moonlight still bright, I watched it piston in and out, gaining speed. It doesn’t get much more romantic than sex on the beach, with the constant sound of ocean waves and a sky full of stars.
I was surprised when Matthew asked if he could come in my pussy. I said, “Of course,” and he erupted a powerful flow of semen just ahead of my spasmodic orgasm. I have never had an orgasm during sex with my husband, so that was one more milestone in that memorable evening. “Wow!” was Matthew’s expression as we finished our climaxes.
Now fast-forward five years and many other lovely and torrid encounters with Matthew, of which I have shared a couple with Penthouse Letters. It’s New Year’s Eve 2010, and Matthew is performing again here in San Diego, as he frequently does, which makes our relationship so easy. I pick him up from his performance location at three in the afternoon. As usual we choose an out-of-the-way spot for adult beverages and good conversation. This afternoon we spent about an hour at a marina frequented by bikers.
It was a quick drive back to Matthew’s hotel, and once in his room we embraced, kissed and explored each other’s body. He always has a rocklike erection when we hug, which excites me immensely. “How much time do we have?” he asked, knowing that my husband was home thinking I was shopping at the mall. I told him we had about an hour. “Great!” he exclaimed. “An hour to devour each other!”
This time we decided to have sex in a little different style. Matthew said, “Let me undress you one piece at a time, beginning with your shoes.” After removing my shoes he kissed my feet and sucked my toes, which I love. Next my blouse and bra came off, and he spent a good five minutes mouthing my breast, especially my nipples. Then my pants and panties were off, and I was standing naked with him exploring my body with his hands and mouth.
With a gentle push Matthew had me on my back on the bed. He pried my thighs apart, revealing my tailored pussy to his smiling stare. Before I could say a word he had his face buried between my legs with his tongue on my clitoris, and he began an oral assault on my entire pussy. Within a few minutes he had me convulsing in orgasm.
After I calmed down from my bliss, I took control and began undressing Matthew, until I had him naked. What a pleasurable sight—the two of us standing beside the bed naked, with his cock at full attention and touching his belly button. You can imagine how I felt standing there embracing him, with that beautiful cock now between my legs and sensitive pussy.
Still embracing, we fell on the bed, and he rolled me on my back. Our sex this time was more intense than before. Matthew grabbed my ankles and hoisted my legs to his shoulders and proceeded to sink his cock all the way in my cunt. After several minutes of rhythmic fucking, he asked me to wrap my legs around him so he could look into my eyes while he pumped his cock deep in me. Not only did I grant his request, but I used my heels to pull his ass tight to me while we fucked.
As my heat built, I took hold of Matthew’s balls and began milking his nuts and the base of his shaft. He thumbed my clitoris, and within a minute we both exploded with powerful orgasms. He filled me with more come than ever.
“Matthew,” I said, “I have to be home by six.”
He kissed me, rolled off me and rubbed my super-sensitive pussy, spreading around some of his come that trickled out onto my pubic hair. As I jumped out of bed he slapped my ass. I got dressed quickly and kissed him good-bye.
Paul was home waiting for me. As I walked in the door, he asked, “How was it?” We sat on the couch, and I straddled him and kissed him lovingly. I felt Matthew’s come seeping out of my pussy and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom to fuck, and I’ll tell and show you how it was.”
In bed, Paul’s erection was like a steel rod as he viewed my well-used pussy with Matthew’s come leaking out. He mounted me and thrust his cock deep in me. He commented that I really smelled of sex, that Matthew must have deposited one hell of a large load of semen.
While we made love, I described the adventure that Matthew and I had. As I told Paul about me taking hold of Matthew’s balls and shaft while we fucked, he exploded inside me with a powerful orgasm. Now let me ask you, how many married women are lucky enough to get fucked and filled with come from two different men within an hour of each other?
What else can I say but that this is a very exciting arrangement? I am positive there will be more to share in the near future.
—G.W., San Diego, California