SMM Can Fuck Me Any Day, Tear Me A New Asshole If He Wants
I turned 60 just recently and had a party at our home. My friends M and T from days gone by were there with their husband SMM, Super Macho Man, they came with his daughter from a lover along the way. My husband hates SMM, because he fucked me on my wedding night and my husband got sloppy seconds. He hates him, because SMM showed him he was half the man he thought he was that day.
M and T and me all joined the utility the same day, straight out of college. We went through orientation together. M was a quiet Latina girl from the border and T was a vivacious girl from San Antonio. Me, I was from out of state, a WASPy girl. During my last year of high school and all through college I suffered from acne and that kept the boys away, although the story in college was that boy cum was good for your acne I never got none.
A girl at work was getting married at a beach wedding at sunup and the three of us agreed to go, we shared a room at the Sunset Motel with two double beds. M and T slept in one bed and I slept in the other. I woke up to noises in the room and T was over M sucking on her titty and feeling her up between her legs. M was naked, and so was T, and I watched as T sucked titties and kissed M on the mouth, before moving down and getting between M's legs and giving her the biggest orgasm I could imagine. With her face wet T went back to kissing M and M kissed her face licking her clean. My God, I had just witnessed two lesbians having sex! I was jealous, I wanted an orgasm like that.
T is one of those girls who is overly affectionate, and M is one of those girls who doesn't want to admit that their is any physical contact between lovers. At the wedding, M held T's hand in her lap, with her sweater over their hands, as if I had not already noticed.
A couple of months later T ran off with a guy she met at the pool in her complex and eloped in Las Vegas. M was betrayed and you would have thought she had been cut in two she was hurt so bad. Not a month later SMM got his hands on M and got her pregnant. Now M had to get married and T had to sit it out while SMM had his time with M on their wedding night. All this time, I had nothing, not a thing, not a kiss, not a grope, no dick, no pussy. All I had was my wet finger and my clit and that was boring.
I met J, who played baseball on a farm team for the majors, and was a baseball coach in junior high school. He paid attention to me, and wanted to get married. Out of luck all my life I accepted and we had small wedding. M and T were there and so was SMM. SMM took me back to the back of the wedding hall and fucked me in my wedding gown. By then T and M were back together and T had sent that guy sailing. SMM liked having both girls and being their husband. Of course no one was aware that SMM had a girlfriend on the side.
Now, 35 years later, I had my 60th birthday. T and M came, and so did SMM and a daughter from another lover. SMM took me in his arms and kissed me smack on the lips and held me and all of my will evaporated and I could hardly stand. He let me go and I was short of breath and my husband was too chicken to come and save me. We had dinner, SMM told stories of places he'd been, and T and M told stories of their grandkids and I told stories of my job that never ends, and my husband J was silent.
When they left, I kissed T and M on the cheek and told them how good it was to see them, I was careful with SMM, but I got a kiss anyway, his ways that can drop the panties of any woman, including mine. I told J that he wasn't first, it was SMM, but he already knew that, and if SMM wanted me I was going to him. But I was horny right then, I needed to get fucked, and the only one present was J and I told him to get down and lick my pussy and give me an orgasm. And then fuck me until I couldn't stand up.
