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Back in the sixties, I was a 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.