Oh, To Be Young Again, And Do Things We Never Should Have Done

The joy of being young. In my first job out of college I met Kathy, she was my same age except she had gotten married in college and divorced nine months later. We became work friends and more, going out weekends together, hanging out. When her lease ran out she moved in with me. Living together we saw each other before makeup, in our pj's, and doing laundry together. It was a joke that we smelled the crotch of our pants to see if they needed to be washed, and started getting s second opinion.

More than once she took her pants off after work and put them in my face to smell her. and soon she took my head against her to smell if she needed to change. It wasn't long after that that I held my nose in her crotch breathing in her smell. It excited me, filled my nose with her smell, got me wet. And like playing hop scotch I had moved down the squares until I was eating her open pussy. We were kidding, sleeping together, bathing together, making love and having sex all night long.

A coworker, a man, was our assigned mentor. One day he touched me, touched my bottom. I turned on him but stopped before saying anything. He kissed me, and felt me up at a happy hour when Kathy was working late, when she came home he was fucking me. Instead of leaving he said he wanted to have us together, the three of us in bed, all holes fair game for him. What started with a pat on the ass ended with us both being fucked side by side, with our asses in the air.

Our affair with him lasted for a very long time until he got married. We never did invite another man into our bed, one was enough. But sometimes when we are making love we remember and she pretends to be him, and I lay back and take it. We are no longer young, we are middle aged, still in love, but recognize we do not look like we did when we messed around with him. Except in our mind, in our mind we are the hot chicks we were right out of college.