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Norman
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Back in the sixties, I was a young divorcee working and going
to college, sowing my wild oats in a big way. I'd been branded with a
big scarlet A for being the first woman in my home town to get a
divorce, and being of high intelligence, I figured if you're already
fallen, you might as well enjoy the bottom and forget about the
morality at the top.
One of my lovers was a man who traveled through my town twice
a month. He always called me, and we'd have dinner, then go back to
his hotel room for some hot and heavy sex. John was good in bed, and
we had the kind of relationship where I didn't ask about his other
lovers, and he didn't ask about mine. We just accepted what we had and
enjoyed it for what it was.
He was short, about 5'5, but with a trim build. He had
laughing brown eyes, dark curly hair, nice features with a very sexy
mouth (which he knew how to use, in every way) and a nice thick cock,
not too long.
One night during dinner, I happened to mention that I'd been
dating a gay man for over a year. Norman was in the closet, and I was
his cover for family and those acquaintances who didn't know he was
gay. John said he'd never tried sex with a man, but had always
wondered what it would be like. I laughingly offered to call Norman
for him. He quickly said no, and we dropped the subject.
After our usual torrid sex, we were lying on the bed idly
chatting, and he brought up the subject again. Without giving him a
chance to back out, I picked up the phone and called Norman. I told
him where I was, and asked him to come over immediately.
When I hung up, John looked up at me with a mixture of fear,
anticipation, and several other emotions. I just laughed and told him
to relax, that Norman would be very gentle with him.
Norman was there in less than ten minutes, and when he
realized why I'd called him, a wide smile covered his face and he
hugged me. Then he stripped and joined us in the bed.
Norman was tall, with a heavy build. He had ash blond hair and
blue eyes, and "boy next door" looks. I'd never seen his cock before,
but was pleasantly surprised at its length and thickness. "Pity you
aren't bi," I teased, and he winked at me, laughing.
He looked at John for a long time, as John lay there blushing,
eyes closed. Then I dropped my head and began sucking one of John's
nipples. He gasped and shivered, but before he could do anything else,
Norman had dropped down to cover the other.
John was moaning, "No, no, no." But at the same time, his
hands were on the backs of our heads, holding us close to him. I shook
with silent laughter, my own passions assuaged and so able to tease
him without driving myself crazy.
After a long time, Norman started sliding down his body. John
moaned and his hand tightened on my head. He shuddered convulsively
when Norman took all of him in his mouth.
"Nobody ever did that to me," he panted.
His body arched off the bed as he came, screaming loud enough
that the neighbors pounded on the walls.
He collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, face and torso
bright red. Norman and I snuggled him close, kissing and caressing him
until he recovered.
He finally looked up at Norman then, and whispered, "Thank
you."
Norman laughed and kissed him. John was so shocked he didn't
respond at first, but then I saw his jaws move and his eyes close, and
he responded with all the passion in him.
I went to the shower, leaving them to play alone. Norman left
when I did, John asleep on the bed, smiling idiotically.
John called me the next morning to thank me, and said he'd
call me the next time he was in town.
When I didn't hear from him in several weeks, I finally
mentioned it to Norman, saying I was afraid John had been upset by the
experience. Norman went scarlet and dropped his eyes, turning hastily
away from me.
The truth hit me, and I started laughing.
"I've lost men to other women before, but this is the first
time I ever lost one to a man," I told him. "Remind me not to
introduce you to any of my other lovers."
Relieved at my reaction, he hugged me and laughed with me.
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