Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2015 15:28:49 -0500
From: Bob Black <rgb1840@gmail.com>
Subject: "An Unexpected Phone Call" -- Chapter 5

AN UNEXPECTED PHONE CALL -– CHAPTER 5
By Bob Black (rgb1840@gmail.com)

-- AUTHOR'S NOTE --

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--Bob Black

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Life intervened for all three of us, and for more than a month I was
scarcely able to even think about getting together with Margaret or Denny,
much less actually arrange a meeting.

Finally, though, one morning my phone rang, and I saw at once from the
caller ID that it was Margaret calling.

"Ohhh, have I got a story to share with you!" she said suggestively,
immediately grabbing my interest. My cock began to stir almost at once.

"I'm all ears!" I said.

"Well, remember I told you how, a few years ago, Jim tried to get me
interested in swinging with some friends of ours?"

"Yes," I replied, remembering our very first meeting, when Margaret and I
had ended up masturbating together. "I remember you thought he and the guy
might have . . ."

"Ed," she prompted me.

". . . Yes, that Jim and Ed were possibly getting together on the side."

"Yes -- and it turns out," she said, "they DID get together a few times!"

"Wow! How did you find out about that?" I asked, curious.

"Well, that's what I want to tell you about!" Margaret replied with obvious
excitement in her voice. "But I'd like to tell you in person while we --
well, you know!"

Fortunately, for the first time in weeks, my schedule for that morning was
clear, and I wasted no time arranging to meet her. Less than an hour later,
she opened her front door and ushered me in to her living room.

"I'm dying to hear the story!" I said.

We kissed and hugged, the first time we had seen one another in weeks. With
wide opened lips, our tongues probed one another's mouth, and I rubbed one
hand over the small of her back as she held one hand to the back of my
neck, and we leaned into one another's body.

My other hand found the stiff nipple of one of her breasts, and her hand
grasped my erect penis, fondling it through my trousers.

"Wow! I've missed that!" Margaret exclaimed with a gasp as we broke our
passionate embrace.

"So have I -- but I want to hear all about it," I insisted. Margaret wore a
sly, you're-really-going-to-enjoy-this smile on her face.

"Come, let's get comfortable," she said, giving my cock a nice little
squeeze as she turned to lead me down the hall.

In her bedroom, we undressed quickly. I was not surprised to see that she
wore nothing beneath her simple summer dress: I had felt her bare breast
beneath her blouse during our entry-way embrace, and by now I knew she
never wore panties when we met one another. I was just as sure that she was
not surprised to see my stiff cock as I stepped out of my slacks and
underwear: by now, she must have known my cock was in an almost permanent
state of erection in her presence -- and, besides, she had fondled my stiff
penis during our passionate embrace in her living room.

Margaret lay down on the king-sized bed, and I slid in beside her naked
body. She lay on her back, propped up against the pilots and headboard, her
body turned slightly so she could easily see the expression on my face as
she told her story. I caressed one full breast, rubbing my finger tips over
her stiff pencil-stub nipple.

"Well, a week or so ago, Paula called -- that's Ed's wife," she began, her
hand reaching for my cock. "We've known each other for years -- Jim and I
used to see Paula and Ed all the time, go out to movies together, have
dinner together, see one another at parties."

"Yes," I said, eager for her to get to the good part.

"Well, anyway, I hadn't seen Paula since Jim's funeral, but like I said,
she called to see how I was doing, asked me over for lunch, and I told her
I missed Jim, but then -- well, you know! I sort of indicated to her than I
had met someone and was having some fun . . ."

"Me, you mean -- what did you tell her?" I asked.

"Well, it was a really nice day, and we had finished lunch on her deck and
were having a glass of wine, and I started to tell her . . . you know --
how we met." Margaret looked at me closely. My fingers were caressing the
stiff nipple of her breast.

"You told her about the phone message on Jim's phone?"

"Yes," she said.

"And about us in your living room, how we ended up masturbating together?"

"Yes," she said again, squeezing my cock.

"And us having sex together?"

"Yes."

"What about Denny -- did you tell her about Denny?"

"Yes -- oh, Bob, I hadn't really planned to say anything at all, but it
just seemed right," Margaret said, turning her body more toward mine, her
fingers never leaving my cock. She jacked me lightly as she talked, and I
could feel pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock.

"But here's the good part."

She leaned in to me with a small shudder, reliving the memory of what she
was about to tell me.

"Paula got up to pour me another glass of wine -- she was standing very
close to me, and she put her hand lightly at the back of my neck and
stroked my hair while she poured the wine, very slowly . . .

My arm was around Margaret's bare shoulder as we lay together on the bed,
and almost unconsciously I had begun to stroke her hair -- much, I
imagined, as Paula had done on the deck of her home.

"She set the bottle down on the table, very slowly, but didn't sit back
down. Instead, she was stroking my hair very lightly . . . and I had one of
those sudden insights you sometimes get: If Jim and Ed had been getting it
on together, then maybe Paula wanted me to get it on with her too!"

Instinctively, I lightly pinched the stiff nipple that my fingers were
stroking.

"I had the shivers, Bob!" Margaret exclaimed breathlessly. "There was no
mistaking it! She was coming on to me -- and it was fine with me!"

Margaret had my cock in her hand and was jacking me, her pace hastened by
the excitement of her memory.

"What did you do?"

"I put my arm around her hip -- she was standing very close beside me --
and rubbed just a little, very lightly, like she was caressing my hair.

"And then she touched my arm with her other hand, lightly, very lightly,
then slowly moved her fingers up my arm to my chest . . . and then she slid
her hand into my blouse, very slowly -- I was hot as a firecracker and wet
as I could be!"

Margaret squeezed my cock hard, and a drop of pre-cum oozed out. She rubbed
the palm of her hand through my pre-cum, then caressed my cock with her
moistened hand.

"What then? What happened next?" I asked, nearly as breathless as Margaret.

"Well, she helped me stand up, and we kissed one another -- not a
good-friends-peck on the lips, but a hot kiss, with open lips and tongues
and the whole thing! Her lips were so soft and her touch so tender and
light . . ."

Margaret's voice trailed off a moment, then she exclaimed: "I thought I was
going to cum right there, Bob! Maybe I did! I was so wet!"

Margaret's legs were parted, and my hand moved from her breast to the moist
folds of her vagina, wet with her juices. For her part, she was jacking my
cock more rapidly, and pre-cum oozed freely from the tip.

"Slow down a little," I said, "I don't want to cum too soon."

Margaret let go of my cock but with her fingers began to trace an erotic
pattern on my thighs, stomach, hip.

"We didn't say anything -- just moved inside." Margaret continued her
erotic story.

"She slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my shoulders, then
unhooked my bra and let it fall too. Her fingers on my nipples -- so
lightly! She bent and kissed each one -- oh!

"We walked to the bedroom, arm in arm, kissing one another, feeling each
other's boobs -- I was naked from the waist up, but Paula was still
dressed. My tits are big but hers are small. But I could feel through her
clothes that she has really pert, stiff nipples -- I could feel them right
through her bra and blouse!"

"What then?" I asked, urging her on.

"We undressed one another -- it was so dreamy! I was breathing hard, and so
was she, and we undressed one another.

"I did just what she had done to me -- kissed each nipple, sucked each one
a little.

"And then we kissed passionately again, held each other in embrace, backed
up until we reached the bed, lay down together, naked . . ."

Margaret was trembling with excitement, her breath coming in short pants. I
was as excited as she, my cock oozing pre-cum.

"We were kissing each other, running our hands all over each other's body
-- I was dripping and so was she!

"And then Paula started to slide down very slowly, sucking each nipple, one
then the other, then kissing her way down my stomach -- I knew what she was
going to do, of course!"

"Like this?" I asked, looking into her eyes, and I began to slide down
alongside her, sucking one stiff pencil-stub nipple, then the other.

"Yesss . . ." Margaret cooed.

I continued to kiss her body as I moved across her stomach, lower to her
moist downy softness, between her parted legs.

"Yes, Paula did that, just as you are now -- she was so soft, her breath so
hot on my skin. When her lips and tongue got to my pussy, I was in heaven!"

"Did Paula like your clit as much as I do?" I looked up at Margaret's face,
and she looked down at me with sensuous desire.

"Oh, yes -- she said she loves big clits! That's how I knew this wasn't the
first time she's made love to another woman. She said, `I love a woman with
a big clit.' I've always been embarrassed about having such a bit clit, but
you like it and so does Paula!"

"Yes, I love it!" I said, sucking her enlarged clitoris into my mouth
tightly between my lips, with my tongue pressed hard against it, massaging
it. Margaret shuddered in her climax, so aroused was she from the erotic
memory of her lesbian encounter with Paula, as well as my oral
ministrations.

"Oh, Bob!" she exclaimed, her body tense, then after another moment,
relaxed.

"I had never been with a woman before -- oh, I did as a girl. I think I
told you about that, playing with a girl who lived across the street -- we
must have been 12 or 13. We were just learning about sex, and we kissed and
made out, rubbed our boobs together, fingered each other, licked each
other.

"But I've never done it with a grown woman -- before now. Paula made me cum
and cum, and then I did it to her too! She was so wet and her pussy was so
wonderful -- I loved the taste!"

My tongue was buried deep in Margaret's wet pussy, as deeply as I could
reach. Margaret shuddered again in another climax, and again I tasted a
flood of pussy cum.

"Ohhhh -- and you know what? I put my finger in her ass, just like we did
with each other . . ."

"Like this?" I asked, rubbing the surface of Margaret's anus, then slowly
inserting my finger, with her dripping juices as lubricant.

"Ohhh . . ." Margaret shuddered again, another orgasm, her third of the
morning.

I fingered her ass as I tongued her pussy, kneaded her clit with my lips,
lapped up her flowing juices. Finally, Margaret was spent, and I slid back
up alongside her. Lazily, Margaret grasped my cock, hard and dripping
pre-cum, and slowly stroked it.

"I'll suck you off in just a moment," she said. "I don't think my pussy can
stand any more right now."

"That's okay, I like how you suck my cock," I said, and in a moment
Margaret slid down to my waist and took my cock in her mouth in a single
gulp. Her mouth was warm and wet, and with her tongue she began to massage
the shaft, the head, the glans.

Already highly aroused by the story of her recent woman-to-woman encounter
with Paula, I knew I wouldn't last long -- and in only a few moments I felt
the hot cum boil from my balls and shoot up my cock into her hungry
mouth. She swallowed my cum but I could still taste it on her mouth and
lips and tongue afterwards as we kissed one another deeply.

Cuddling arm in arm, both satisfied, I said, "You never actually told me
how you found out that Jim and Paula's husband, Ed, really had hooked up."

"Paula confirmed it," Margaret replied. "I told her that for a year or so
before Jim died, I had suspected he might be having some extracurricular
fun. But after I found the phone message from you on his phone, I
discovered it was man-to-man fun, not him with another woman.

"Paula told me she and Ed are both bisexual and open with one another about
their experiences," she continued. "He had told her about getting together
with Jim -- they did it three or four times, sucked each other's cock."

"Like Jim and me, and Denny and me," I said.

"Yes," she said. "Paul told me she and Ed had talked about a foursome with
Jim and me, and I told her that Jim did suggest it two or three times, but
that I wasn't interested."

"But things are different now," I ventured.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Now that I've met you and Denny, and Paula and I
have made love to each other -- things are different!"

I was slowing strumming one of Margaret's nipples and she was idly stroking
my cock as we talked. My cock had begun to stir, and her nipple had begun
to stiffen anew.

"Maybe you could get together with Paula and Ed after all -- I could be a
stand-in for Jim, and we could have that foursome," I suggested.

"Or I was thinking maybe you AND Denny!" Margaret agreed, with
excitement. "Think of the possibilities!"

"Hmmm, that would be nice!" I agreed.

We kissed and caressed and then made love -- and I experienced for a second
time with her that rarity of my maturity, the second cumming of the day.
Our bodies intertwined, Margaret lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide,
as she guided my erect cock into the warm, moist, velvety mysteries of her
pussy. We fucked slowly for some minutes, until the urgency came upon us,
and she met my thrust with her own as I plunged deeply inside her -- until
we both reached orgasm.