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Rekindling Romance or Just Sex
by Carl The First (address withheld)
edited by Alec

***

A man named Carl, was cuckold by another man named 
Carl. Carl the First gets revenge when he finds his ex-
wife in Chicago. (MF, cheat, oral, mast, ws, rom)

***

Sometimes I wonder what possessed me become involved 
and fall in love with Barb. When I returned from 
overseas, I was stationed at Lockbourne Air Force Base. 
I visited various bars and restaurants in the Columbus 
area.

At the time, there was a small restaurant in Columbus. 
It had a 19-year-old waitress named Barbara, more 
popularly known as Barb. She was a student at Ohio 
State. She had an infectious smile, dark hair, and very 
pretty eyes. When Barb first waited on me, I was 
immediately struck by her personality and charm. Of 
course, pretty women always brought out my flirtatious 
side. I gave her my usual funny lines and laughed as 
she replied in kind. To my surprise she asked, "Are you 
in the Air Force and stationed at the base outside of 
town?"

Did that mean she had asked someone about me? Was she 
interested in me? Was she simply being nice and 
carrying on a conversation? "Yes, that's me. Flyboy 
Carl. Why do you ask?" I said, hoping her reply would 
let a 28-year-old guy possibly have a date with her. 
Barb began to blush. She must have thought about things 
for a few seconds before she responded. "Nothing really 
important, someone said, you were in the military. I 
was curious."

After taking my order, and bringing me a cup of coffee, 
the women who were on the stools next to me got up and 
left. Then I was able to ask Barb a few more questions. 
She said she was a student at OSU, she lived in an 
apartment, near the school, and she got off work at ten 
o'clock at night. I offered to take her home when she 
got off work. She thanked me for the offer. I replied, 
"Hey, I'm off until in the morning, so I'll find 
something to do for the next three hours and meet you 
outside, deal?"

Barb looked at me and asked, "How old are you?"

"Twenty eight, property of the USAF, and not married... 
is that a problem?"

"No, I guess not."

While waiting for Barb to get off work, I drove out of 
the restaurant parking lot, and down the street to a 
little bar with entertainment. It offered a singer and 
a piano player. About ten o'clock, I left and returned 
to the restaurant to get Barb. She was standing outside 
waiting. I honked the horn, she recognized me, ran 
over, opened the door and got in. 

I drove up High Street toward the University. "I can't 
stay out late tonight because I have an early class." I 
told her I understood and she gave me directions to her 
house. It turned out she shared a house with eight 
other girls. We sat in the car a few minutes and 
listened to the radio. She told me she had a boyfriend, 
a second lieutenant in the Air Force. They had been 
dating since they were fourteen. 

How we ended up kissing, I don't recall, but after 
several minutes we were tangled up in each other as we 
lay across the seat of my 1966 Plymouth Grand Sport. 
When I moved my hand up and cupped Barb's right breast, 
she did not stop me, but simply held my wrist in her 
hand. Slowly I unbuttoned her blouse and within a few 
minutes slid her bra up over her breasts and was 
sucking one nipple while playing with the other.

I remember she squeezed her legs together and held onto 
my arm when I attempted to move my hand up her leg, and 
hoping to find the secrets hidden inside her panties. 
After a few minutes Barb asked, "Please, don't do 
that... at least tonight, I'm really not that way, and 
I've let things progress too fast."

"That's okay. I shouldn't have been so aggressive. I 
apologize for moving so quickly and I should have known 
you're a virgin."

"I am Carl. I allowed Dave to touch my breast like you 
have, but he has never been inside my panties. I'm 
virgin."

Looking at Barb, I kissed her lips lightly, and then 
told her, "Barb, I believe you're a virgin, why should 
I doubt you?"

We came up for air. She told me she had enough for the 
evening and needed to go in. I invited her out on 
Saturday to the NCO club for dinner and dancing. She 
told me she had to work on Friday night. She agreed to 
Saturday but not for dinner. I walked her to her door 
and we kissed good night. We talked for a few more 
minutes. She pressed into me for one last kiss then she 
went inside. I went back to the car and returned to the 
base. 

I have a room at the base in the barracks because I am 
Chief Clerk for one of the Colonels there. I also have 
an apartment just a few blocks from Barb's. I hadn't 
informed her of this as there are a couple of girls 
whom I dated, who had an annoying habit of waiting for 
me to arrive there. I now lock both the inside and the 
outside entrance so they can't wait for me at the top 
of my stairs, as they did one night. 

Saturday evening, I picked Barb up around seven, and we 
drove to the base and enjoyed dinner and the dancing at 
the NCO Club together. She said she spent her freshman 
year in the dorms, but decided an apartment offered 
better conditions for studying. During the dance, I was 
able to caress her back, as I held her close. The last 
dance was over in the early hours of the morning. 

I drove her home, but when we arrived her parking lot 
was full. We parked in the street under one of the old 
trees. You know, one with a thick trunk and many leafy 
branches. It blocked out the street light and we were 
able to make out some. Again I tried to slide my hand 
under her skirt but she stopped me quickly. "Carl, 
don't go! Too far! I want to keep my virginity!" she 
admonished me. I rubbed her legs some more but 
respected her wishes.

She let me kiss her and rub her chest. At some point 
she unfastened her dress and let her breasts free. I 
began to suck on her nipples. I kissed and licked and 
then I let my hands slide up her legs. I got all the 
way to her panty. I moved my hand just to the top of 
the panty and well I guess Barb was caught off guard. 
I felt Barb hips moving up and down. She never really 
moved them rather she simply hunched them but as she 
did my hand rubbed her through the panty. She held me 
tightly against her breast making sure I was nursing 
her nipple.

When I came up for air, Barb began to French-kiss. It 
was a deep passionate kiss that went on and on. I was 
on her now. My hand had gone inside her panty. I was 
fingering her! I was inside her. She was hot and she 
was wet!

I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard-on out. Moving 
so I was between her thighs, Barb scooted to the edge 
of the bucket seat, as I eased my cock slightly into 
her pussy. Instead of trying to go all the way, I moved 
it back and forth until I heard Barb. "No, don't push 
in any further! It hurts! That's nice! Like that! Not 
that deep! Please Carl... don't go all the way!"

I felt my orgasm building. There was no holding back. I 
was going to shoot my wad and it was going into her 
pussy. I was aware she could become pregnant. Earlier 
she told me her period ended a few days ago. I tried to 
pull back far enough so that my hot creamy load would 
not be where it could do any damage. However, I was 
unsuccessful and my seed splashed all over the entrance 
to her pussy. Barb knew what was happening and became 
angry. She began to cry. "Carl, Why! Why! We shouldn't 
do this! What if my boyfriend, Dave finds out?" 

I really put my foot in my mouth. I said, "Hell, he'll 
never know. He's likely in bed with some girl right 
now." 

"Carl, How could you! He's in Saigon. I swore to be 
true to him!" 

I comforted her and tried to calm her. But she 
continued to sob. I held her, sucked on her boob, 
trying to take her mind off what happened. Then I 
really did it. I reached down and tried to take her 
panties off. I needed relief. She hollered and screamed 
about pregnancy and rape. I stopped. We dressed and I 
walked her to her door. We kissed again. She agreed to 
another date.

For the next month, I continued with the part way 
routine, and finally told Barb I'd gotten an apartment 
a few blocks away. She willingly went with me to my 
"new place" and she had a glass of wine with me. It was 
around ten in the evening and I asked if she would like 
to spend the night, or did she wish for me to take her 
home.

"You've been very nice and not gone very far. Now what 
would happen if I am nude and in your bed? Do you 
really think you could stop?" 

I knew it would be hard. Maybe even impossible. She 
wanted the assurance I wouldn't do it. Instead of 
answering her, I said, "Whatever happens will be 
wonderful, I can't wait to see you nude. Barbara your 
beautiful. In fact your very easy on the eyes." 

We entered the apartment. After I got drinks, Barb got 
up, turned to me and then began to peel off her 
clothes. First her sweater, then her skirt, bra, 
panties, socks and shoes. Her skin was flawless, it was 
alabaster, contrasted with very dark hair. Her pubic 
hair matched the hair on her head. She was picture 
perfect. She pulled me up. "What are you waiting for?" 
I stripped in record time. My cock was hard and stood 
straight out in front of me. She gave a shudder as she 
stared at my Johnson. 

Very seductively, Barb walked out of the living room 
and down the hall to the bedroom. She said nothing but 
simply peeled back the covers and lay down on her back. 
I could not believe my eyes. Here not a day ago, she 
was insistent her virginity be maintained. Now, nude, 
seductively posed on my bed, she was telling me she 
would do anything I wanted! 

I eased on to the bed and began kissing her. Then I 
caressed her body drawing my hands across her breasts, 
down her stomach, over her belly button and on to her 
very wet pussy. "Please, eat me! Eat me Baby!" she 
begged. I slid down her body licking her as I went. 
Finally, I reached her very hot, wet, slit and began to 
suck. I tongued her opening, licked and sucked her 
clit. When she could take no more, she grunted, UH! UM! 
OOOOHHHH! Carl! OOOOOOHHHHH!" 

She came with a shudder. She couldn't stop. At last, 
exhausted, she rolled over, took me in her arms and 
went to sleep. The act would have to wait till morning.

When I awoke, Barb was holding my cock in her hand. I 
remained still waiting to see what she would do with 
it. She held it gently but firmly. She got her face 
next to it, I couldn't see what she was doing, I think 
she stuck a finger nail in the slit at the very tip. I 
didn't have a feeling of pain. She pressed hard enough 
to make me jerk. 

She pulled her hand back quickly and began to play with 
my balls. She squeezed both and suddenly I knew I was 
going to cum. It was going to be a hard cum! Like a 
titan missile I released my load. It landed on her on 
her nose and in her mouth. The second shot got her on 
the forehead and in her eye. The rest landed on her 
breasts and stomach. 

At that point, I rolled over, grabbed her and pulled 
her to me. "God I love you!" I said as I looked into 
her cum covered face and pulled her even closer. I gave 
her a kiss. A deep soul kiss. I sucked my cum out of 
her mouth. I didn't like the taste but I did not let 
her know that. I reassured her I was not upset with 
her. I used my fingers and played with my man juice and 
rubbed it all over her face. "They say its good for 
your complexion. Thank you for bringing me off!" I 
whispered. 

Barb had tears in her eyes. We lay talking. She wasn't 
sure what she had done, so I explained it to her. I 
wondered if Dave was asexual, because it was apparent 
she had not done this with anyone ever. "Thank you for 
my cum." I said. "It was great." In a little while I 
was fully erect again. I moved on top of her and slowly 
my erection found its way into her hot box. I didn't 
quite lay on top of her. I watched as I entered her. I 
made sure she was keeping up and wanting me inside her 
before I fell on top of her. 

When my body rested flat on hers, I felt her shift her 
thighs until it seemed as if they closed under mine. 
Was her squeezing an attempt to keep me from taking 
her, or was it an attempt to draw me into her? I slowly 
worked my long rod all the way in. "Ugh... ugh... ugh, 
Carl... no, ugh, aughhhh, Carl!" I had taken her 
virginity. I knew she wasn't ready for all this but 
Lord she turned me on. I sensed something was wrong. 

I stopped and asked, "Barb, are you uncomfortable? Can 
we go on?" 

"Does it make any difference? Now you have done me. You 
took my virginity! I begged you not to. You've done me! 
Are you Happy?" 

I was startled. I lay on Barb for perhaps three 
minutes, and then I rose up from on her. Looking down I 
could see she had definitely been a virgin, as I had 
blood on my cock and all over my groin. I was shocked. 
I was: I began the old sawing action once again. 

"What the fuck," I thought. Hell! She lets me play; 
we've gone part way for the past month or more. Now 
she's acting like she didn't want to have sex when she 
is nude in my bed! I began to move my cock back and 
forth in her sex. She was tight. Her muscles were 
clenching my johnson hard. Very hard. I shot my load 
inside her warm, wet, tight hole. and she was either 
tight or her muscles were assuredly squeezing my cock 
as it moved back and forth in her hot and wet sheath. 

After I went off, with her legs parted, I watched my 
cum escaping from her sex. Barb looked down, saw the 
evidence of her lost virginity and screamed, "Oh! No! 
What have I done!"

She turned on her side, curled up in a ball, and began 
to cry. I felt sorry for having taken her cherry, but 
then I thought, "Hell, she knew what was going to 
happen. I did feel some responsibility for my actions, 
moving down next to her, I began to tell her how 
wonderful she was, how I loved her, how I wanted to 
take care of her. All of these things were of course, 
said in the moment of passion.

"Carl. Do you really love me? What shall I tell Dave? 
I..." her voice trailed off. 

"I don't give a damn about Dave, if he was a true man, 
he would have made love to you long ago. You are a 
woman who needs love! I'm the lucky one who is your 
first."

What she though of my comment, I don't know. Suddenly 
Barb sat up, hugged me tightly to her and within 
moments she was kissing me and her hand was gripping my 
cock. She said nothing. Instead she pulled me to her 
very passionately. She became a wildcat, she was 
ferocious. She bit, scratched, hit, and kept babbling 
"FUCK ME! DAMN YOU! FUCK ME!" In the next few minutes, 
we were enjoying the age old passions of pure 
unadulterated sex. When we were done, my back seemed to 
burn. After we finished and I showered I learned why.

I stepped in front of the full length mirror and 
adjusted the mirror on the medicine cabinet. I got a 
good look at the scratch marks all over me. Wow! What a 
wildcat! I thought to myself.

Barb looked at my back and started laughing. "Want me 
some more? Are you as sore as I am... you made my 
little thing hurt, do you realize that?"

"Yes, I would love to do you again, so lets hit the 
bed..."

"No way, my thing is SORE, so not again this night," 
Barb told me, and she laughed as she moved her hands 
down to shield her pussy.

I was separated from the military about a year later, 
and things seemed to work out for Barb and me. For the 
next year our sex life was perfect. One day Barb told 
me she had to go home for a week during spring break. I 
thought nothing about it, so when she took off I didn't 
have any thought of what was really going on.

A couple of months later, Barb informed me she was 
pregnant, and we got married. After our daughter was 
born, things seemed to be going along exceptionally 
well, both professionally and at home. I took a 
position with another firm, it was a large increase in 
pay and responsibility. I was appointed to the Chief 
Financial Officer. 

Along with the new position was, of course, a move to a 
new city. We found a home and moved as soon as we 
could. While we were unpacking, I came across a box 
labeled "Dave". Curious, I opened it. There were 
various items from her high school days. Pictures of 
her junior and senior prom, band awards, and other 
momentous. Then my eyes did a double take.

There! It was an airline ticket receipt, for a round 
trip to San Antonio, Texas. Inside the ticket envelope 
was a note pad from a hotel with Barb's hand writing. 
"Being with Dave wasn't what I thought it would be. 
What would Carl think if he knew I spent the week 
having sex with someone else?" There was a hotel 
receipt made out under the name, "Dave Watson, Kelly 
AFB."

I sat down on the bed, and my mind went to the time 
when Barb told me she was going to her parents for a 
week. Now I wondered, and thinking back, I began to 
think our daughter was, most likely, not mine. I put 
the ticket envelope in my pocket and walked to where 
Barb was unpacking the kitchen items. "I'm going out 
for a while!" I snarled. I slammed the door behind me.

I headed for the local bar. I was envisioning Barb on 
her back another man on top of her. I remembered her 
father saying she wasn't home when I called. At the 
time I thought nothing of it. Then I remember he added 
she was probably in Texas. Barb denied the trip and 
seeing Dave, until I told her about the tickets, the 
motel note pad, the motel registration with Dave's name 
and he was evidently stationed at Kelly. The look on 
her face told me all I needed to know. 

We divorced a few months later, and then I found out 
she had been dating a guy right up to the time we 
moved. I got notice of her new engagement, and marriage 
two months after our divorce was final. Her husband 
notified my attorney he wanted to adopt our daughter so 
I agreed. In exchange I was released from support 
payments. I also had to agree not to attempt to contact 
Barb or Jen ever again.

***

My life progressed from one female to another, no 
commitments. It was ten years before Barb crossed my 
path again. I was in Chicago, staying at a hotel 
located in the Merchandise Mart. I was in the 
restaurant on top of the building having a terrific 
drink and some hors d'oeuvres. I had been in town to 
install a new computer system for a client. I was 
trying to flirt with the bartender. A girl about half 
my age. I had taken her out once. She agreed to a 
second date but was playing hard to get. 

I looked across the room. I did a double take. I 
stared! There was Barb! She was seated alone at a 
table. I watched as she signed the tab for her drink. 
She has not aged much, I thought. I guessed she was 
thirty five or so. I called a waitress, "Please give 
this to the lady at the table alone by the window." I 
watched. The look on Barb's face was one of total 
disbelief. Was she upset, irritated? I didn't know. She 
looked about, saw me, and waved me over. I walked 
around and finally reached her table. I took her hand 
in mine.

"Your absolutely stunning, Barbara! You're an 
incredibly beautiful woman. I'm so surprised to see you 
like this. What brings you to Chicago, are you alone or 
with someone?"

The stunned look on Barb's face was still present. She 
stated matter of factly, "I'm not Barb! You have me 
mistaken for someone else. Sorry."

What the hell was this about, I wondered. Had she 
forgotten who I was after only ten years? Was she 
playing a game? I watched her face as she studied my 
business card, and knew I wasn't seeing her double. 
"Barb, if you're ashamed of me, okay. Just don't make 
me fell like I've lost my mind. I'm happy to see you." 
I said in the most business like voice I could. 

A strange look passed across her face. "Carl," she 
said, "Do you really give a damn after this long? You 
fucking dumped me or have you forgotten?" Changing the 
subject, I asked, "How is Jen?" That did it! She told 
me all about her. How she was doing in school, how she 
was doing at home, a terror, how she was with her 
friends, wonderful, and lots of other things none of 
which seemed out of the ordinary. In the end she added 
she was in town for a three week training course for a 
medical supply company. 

The longer we visited with each other, the more Barb's 
animosity toward me evaporated. "Barb, please. Allow me 
to treat you to dinner. I know a place on Michigan 
Avenue that has terrific food. They will allow you to 
pick any steak you want, then they cut it to order and 
cook it just as you like it." "You're certain that you 
want to be with me? Things were pretty sour between us 
when we last spoke to each other. It could be nice. I 
guess the years change one's outlook on life. Don't 
they Carl?"

"Yes, and I have often wondered how you were doing in 
Kentucky. Near Lexington, isn't it; where you live?" 
"Oh hell, you don't want to hear of my life. I guess I 
should apologize to you for what I did. I'm sorry." She 
did agree to dinner. I paid the tab, hailed a taxi and 
gave the driver directions to Lowery's. 

On the way, she sat as far away as she could from me. 
However, she had one of her legs pressed against mine. 
More to brace herself and to keep me away from her I 
thought. The taxi driver made a turn that forced her to 
slide into me. Have to remember to give him an extra 
buck or two. Barb pitched against me. She had to put 
her hands on my thighs to catch herself. When she did, 
one of them came into contact with my burgeoning 
erection. 

Barb did not remove her hand from my leg. She was 
studying my face and I moved my hand down and placed it 
on hers. "Carl, I'm truly sorry for what I did to you, 
especially with Dave, and I..." 

"Let's not think of things that happened in the past. 
This world is crazy. Do you remember the words you 
wrote on the back of your photo? 'The world's a stage, 
and we are all the players?'" Her hand moved over and 
covered my erection. 

"Do you still like me? Do you Carl... Be honest. Do you 
find me attractive? Do I still excite you?" 

"Yes!" I said, adding, "Barb, you're feeling how 
excited I am."

By then the taxi was pulling up in front of the 
restaurant. I glanced at the charge and handed the 
driver a twenty. "Nice ride, thank you." I smiled at 
him and helped Barb get out of the car. 

We were offered a seat at the bar, because of the long 
line. We declined though and sat on a cushioned bench 
to wait our turn for seating. It wasn't long. I held 
the chair for her and then sat down next to her. Coffee 
was served immediately. The waiter explained that 
because everything was cooked to order it would be a 
few minutes before he could bring us the menus. Barb 
began to tell me her history. 

"Carl, after our divorce, I married Dave. The guy who 
cuckolded you. I thought things would go well for us. 
They didn't. He was not what I wanted in a husband. I 
guess he was actually the rebound from our problems. 
Somehow, I got through five years of marriage. I went 
to college and got my degree. Dave was not what I 
expected from a husband. He did not do well by us. I 
then divorced him and married another Carl. 

"I met him while I was married to Dave. He was a 
rebound too and he soon left Jen and I. You don't want 
to know about all the men in my life. I never had 
success with any of them. Throughout all of this though 
my career has been successful. I am working for the 
same firm I started with and have received several 
promotions. Financially we are well off. I have never 
understood my desire for new and strange men. Carl was 
simply another man to be tried and thrown back. I don't 
even look to marry anyone now. Besides we are not 
divorced."

"Barb, you don't need to explain anything, just forget 
the past. Here comes the menu." The waiter brought over 
a carving station and asked us to pick out the cuts we 
wanted. Barb and I picked a well marbled T bone. We 
agreed to split it because it was so thick. In front of 
us the waiter cut it perfectly and then took it away. 
"In a few minutes dinner will be here." I said. Barb 
went on.

"Believe it or not, Carl and I are so different. He 
drives truck, and is gone a lot." "Without sounding 
bitter, at times I wonder why we stay married. He 
hasn't wanted me in more than a half-dozen times over 
the last four or five years..."

"Barb, let me tell you, you're attractive, and your 
husband needs to have his head examined."

"Can we go somewhere after dinner and just forget 
everything. Please! Hell, I just feel like crying and 
you can... Oh! Please, Carl! Hell, Carl. I feel like 
crying."

Dinner was more or less a silent affair. Barb ate as 
though she was on auto pilot. Her eyes had tears in 
them and occasionally one would drip down her cheek 
messing her mascara. After dinner I offered to take her 
to a little piano bar I knew of. A quiet place, but she 
wanted to go back to the hotel. "Where are you staying 
here in Chicago?" "At the Holiday Inn." I replied, "Are 
you there also?" "Yes. Carl, can we go to the hotel? I 
need to just relax."

I hailed a taxi and we returned to the hotel. "Would 
you like to come to my room and have coffee or 
something?" I asked, praying she would agree. "Yes, 
that would be nice. But lets get something a the coffee 
shop rather than paying room service." 

I offered my room but she led me to hers. I watched as 
she kicked off her shoes, and left to go to the 
bathroom. We hadn't had our coffee yet, so I waited 
while she showered though I wondered if I should leave. 
I felt awkward. Finally I opened my coffee and took a 
sip. 

The bathroom door opened. A vision of perfect feminine 
loveliness entered the room. "Glad your still here." I 
heard Barb say, as I watched her put on an ivory laced 
gossamer gown. There was nothing protective about it. I 
could see her well formed tits, nipples, her very nice 
figure, and her dark pubic hair. She was all I 
remembered. "My God Barb! I hope to hell you not just 
teasing me, because you look absolutely stunning! 
You've become such an attractive woman. So desirable! I 
should leave....." my voice trailed off as I was 
remembering the good times. This was the woman who gave 
me her virginity! I wasn't ready for more rejection. 

"No, stay," She said as she daintily got on to the bed 
and through back the covers. She beckoned me to join 
her. "Leave the lights on Carl. Remember the first 
time?" How could I forget. I was back in Columbus in 
that cruddy apartment. I stripped in record time and 
joined her on the bed. I pulled her to me and held her 
close. 

Our first kiss was a deep long french one with my 
tongue dancing with hers in her mouth. No air. Just my 
hands skimming along her body playing with her skin and 
finding her very stiff nipples. Once again she was 
nineteen and it was our first time. Within moments I 
was suckling at her breasts. I loved the feel of her 
hardening nipples in my mouth. I sucked on each of them 
and then I licked and kissed my way down south. At last 
I reached her secret place. I remembered to lick her, 
and nibble her clit. I barely put a finger in her. Just 
enough. Just as I had the first time we played. 

The perfume she had sprayed on her sex was exceedingly 
pleasant. It was her way of telling me she wanted to be 
eaten. Often I would go down on her for an hour or two 
before the act. 

Once we had been driving around the countryside, 
looking at the fall leaves, and I found an old lane and 
pulled into it. The lane led into a large field. I made 
sure the car could not be seen from the road. I got a 
blanket out of the trunk and spread it on the ground. 
Barb enjoyed looking at the very bright blue sky while 
I buried my face in her delightful pussy. Finally after 
a couple of hours she begged me to stop. "I must have 
cum a dozen times! Your so giving! Please no more!" 
Later, after we got home, she said she really enjoyed 
being out in public and found the day very exciting. 

Using my lips, I closed them around her clitoris, and 
started out gently sucking her labia and clitoris. I 
worked my teeth gently nibbling her clit while my mouth 
sucked her labia as hard as I could. I was sure the 
pressure was way up. I felt Barb's hips rising up from 
the bed, as my hands reached under her buttocks. I 
slipped a finger into her rear entrance and then for at 
least five minutes, I once more, was bringing down her 
orgasms, and again I heard her cry out.

"My God! Carl! Fuck me! Oh my God! Your so good! What 
was I thinking? FUCK ME! I want you inside me! DO ME! 
FUCK ME!" Barb was sobbing, begging, pleading, and 
shuddering from one orgasm after another. "My! I want 
you to fuck me! Now Carl! I Just do me, like we did 
before!"

While moving my face up from her pussy, I looked at 
Barb's smooth legs and kissed them passionately. I 
licked and kissed her toes. I licked each leg up and 
down. I was teasing her, trying to keep her high and on 
the edge. I guess I was succeeding because she kept 
moaning, pleading, begging me.

"Darling! Don't tease me! Fuck me! Carl! Yessss! Oh 
yes! Carl! Fuck me! Fuck me like, I want you to fuck me 
like we did before! No one has ever fucked me like you! 
Carl!"

Barb cried out, and memories from the past must have 
gone through both mine and her minds at the same time. 
I recalled, how I would suck her strongly for a long 
time, or fuck her slow, then fast, then slow once more, 
with short strokes or a grinding action. Sometimes she 
would lose control and squirt. Sometimes she would 
flood my face, the bed or whatever we were on. 
Sometimes she would pull my hair so hard I would think 
she was pulling it all out. 

For nearly a minute or more, Barb's hips heaved upward 
and crashed back down on the bed, and her shouts were 
loud and shrill. Then I moved up her body, and eased my 
cock into her soaking pussy. Just as I let my mouth 
loose, she let go. One tremendous orgasm, her squirt 
was long, and soaked us both. As soon as I entered her, 
and got my face next to hers, she kissed and licked the 
wetness from it. I held my ejaculation as long as I 
could. She wrapped her legs around me, pulled me into 
her, tightened her cunt and squeezed. That did it! 
Enough! I shot my hot, white load deep into her 
passage. 

Barb had, by this time, locked her legs high on my 
back. She humped her hips up and down several times as 
I lay on top of her. Her body bounced as if on springs. 
As I came down, I realized Barb had scratched my back. 
How I missed those love marks! 

Afterward we lay back, side-by-side. I looked over at 
Barb and gazed into her eyes. I watched her lungs labor 
to recover from the unusual exercise. "I see you're 
still my Wildcat. I will have these lacerations for the 
next week or so, thanks for the memories. Damn, Barb I 
need to know, have you ever fucked any man as you have 
me? In the past or just now... truth... The truth 
Barb... has any other man given you the passion I 
have?"

"Why do you ask such a personal question? I do not 
discuss my sex life with anyone."

"Simple, just plain and simple, I have never in my life 
had a woman mark my body like you do or had a woman 
squirt on me while going down on her." Looking in 
Barb's eyes, again I asked, "Have you ever marked a man 
or squirted on him this way? I just want to know if any 
other man has given you such sexual release. I want to 
know if I am the best!"

She turned on her side, raised her arm up and rested 
her face in her hand. She looked at me, I saw her eyes 
tell me the answer. I wanted to hear her say it. "Carl, 
after the first time you did me, I actually hated you. 
I did not want you to take my virginity. You won't like 
this, but I promised Dave he would be my first. I told 
him that when we were both fourteen."

"So, you started dating him when you were fourteen, 
so?" Barb, answer my question, has any other man been 
honored to feel your claws tear the skin on his back 
open or enjoy your giving his face a bath?"

"Damn you Carl! You're asking me if I'm still in love 
with you! That's your game, isn't it?"

"Perhaps it is, Wildcat. I have never forgotten you. I 
always put you first. I went on and probably she would 
have ended it had we been somewhere else. "Dave," I 
whispered to Barb, "Could not give you what I could. 
When you had sex with him, would he bring you off like 
I did tonight? I bet his dick wasn't more than four 
inches long. Right?"

"You're a real shit! Even now you hound me about Dave! 
Carl, we aren't married any longer. I..." Her voice 
trailed off.

"Damn it! Barb, we are divorced because you cuckolded 
me. You were doing men from the time we met. Even after 
we were married you were cheating with Carl. Remember, 
I caught you driving around town with him. When I 
finally tried to talk with him face to face, the coward 
ran from me."

"Carl, please! Don't embarrass me! I will answer this 
but don't ask anything else. What Carl and I did, well 
yes, it was good. I have had no other man love me as he 
did. Only! Only you could ever satisfy me. OH HELL! 
CARL HOLD ME!"

Finally, after all these years, I found out what I 
needed to know. I pulled Barb to me and held her. In a 
few moments she moved on top of me. It startled me. She 
had never done that before. She sat on me, guided me 
into her and rode me. She rode me until we both had 
another orgasm. She was so weak after climaxing, she 
fell forward across my face. I put my arms around her, 
pulled her close, and watched as she fell asleep. 

Around four in the morning, Barb woke me. She was still 
lying atop. She was kissing my ear and stuck her tongue 
into it. "You're up to your old tricks, doing that to 
my ear."

"You remember, don't you...? Carl, it is late, are you 
going to sleep with me all night, I would like that..."

"Sure, just as soon as I find a way to slip something 
up inside that warm and wonderful slit between those 
smooth and lovely thighs."

"Oh hell! Carl, I may never go home, after this... you 
don't need to offer me anything that is just how I feel 
after being with you once more. Its been a long time."

I moved my cock to Barb's waiting sex, and I felt it 
grip me tightly as I slipped up into her depths. 
"Ummmm! Oh! God Barb! You feel so good! You make me 
feel like a man again. I am falling in love with you 
all over again." 

"I just want you in me... OOOOOHHH! Carl... tell me you 
love me!"

"I love you Barb. I have always loved you. Thinking 
back, I asked, "Do your recall the time we went to 
Niagara Falls, and I fucked you in the wooded area over 
on Goat Island, you bent over and I took you doggie 
style?"

"I remember. I had almost forgotten, UMMMM!" As she 
spoke, Barb commenced crying and her lips sought mine, 
and her arms moved tightly around my neck and hugged me 
and her lips stayed on mine until I ejaculated in her 
body.

The next morning we awoke at six, the sound of her 
automatic wake up phone call. We lay looking at each 
other and Barb told me, "I will be here for three 
weeks, how about you?"

"I'm here for two weeks, but I can stay for another if 
you would like that, but I have a question, who moves 
to who's room?"

"Call me romantic, but I would love to spend three 
weeks in your bed. Carl, I want you more and more... 
don't hate me for what happened in the past. Please 
tell me you don't."

"Do you realize how often I thought of the skin on your 
thighs, and even to the point of jacking off to the 
memory? I still have a photo of you I sometimes place 
on the stand next to my bed when I jack-off?"

"Your not lying, Carl, your not lying to me... are you? 
Thank you."

I could see by the expression on her face that she knew 
I was telling her the truth. She began again, "Do you 
remember what I always liked, when I woke up with you, 
when we first started having sex?" I nodded and watched 
as Barb moved down and took my flaccid cock into her 
mouth. In a very few minutes I was hard as a rock.

"I want to drink your cream, I haven't since yours. 
Honest."

I came and came hard. It splashed the back of her mouth 
and some seeped out around her lips. But she got most 
of it. I watched her as she bobbed up and down. I 
remembered other times when she had done this. Even the 
first time. 

We showered together. I dressed and went to my room. I 
redressed and then returned to Barb's room while she 
prepared for the day. We went down to the lobby 
together and arranged for her belongings to be moved to 
my room. We told the desk clerk we had gotten back 
together. 

"If anyone calls for me, tell them I have checked out 
and will be staying elsewhere. If its business they 
will leave a message. Please reassure them I will 
return their calls." Barb told the desk clerk.

We entered the restaurant and enjoyed a hearty 
breakfast. She had yogurt. I had my usual. Bacon, eggs, 
coffee, toast, and of course, we both had good 
conversation.

During the day, I had trouble keeping my mind on my 
work. At four o' clock I was on my way to my room. Barb 
had said it would be nearly five before she could leave 
her seminar for the day. This was her long day. The 
rest of the time she would be done by four.

I changed and then looked at my watch. It was nearly 
four thirty. I took the elevator to the lobby, left the 
hotel, went to a nearby liquor store and purchased our 
favorites. A bottle of Scotch, and two bottles of wine, 
one a white, the other a California Zinfandel.

Walking back to the hotel, I watched as Barb stepped 
from a taxi. As she headed for the entrance to the 
hotel, I shouted out as loudly as possible, "WILDCAT!" 
The expression on her face was perfect! She turned to 
the sound of my voice, and even from 30-feet away, I 
could see her blush.

Laughing, and at the same time shaking her fist at me, 
"YES, YOU LITTLE TOMCAT, WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

When did she get the cute rhetorical reply in her life, 
I wondered. We met at the lobby entrance. We reached 
out and hugged each other. She laughed. Pressing her 
body to mine, she asked, "Is anyone watching? I wanted 
to fuck you all day! Carl, I feel like I did when we 
first met! Hell! Why didn't you fuck me the first night 
I let you take me home? Then I wouldn't have felt 
guilty about Dave. That's the truth. I have tried to 
sort it all out all day long."

"Hit the sidewalk, Wildcat, I'm ready to feel those 
legs around me... I also thought a lot today." Smiling, 
I looked into her eyes, "Now Barb, if you and Carl 
aren't getting it on, you must have a boyfriend to keep 
you active, don't you?" We were at the elevator by that 
time. We were in company of others so we kept quiet and 
behaved until we got to my room.

"Honest! I went out for a drink a couple of times and 
at the last minute turned chicken. Once I did go as far 
as undress, get under the covers, and just as I watched 
the guy undress, I saw his lifeless dick. He was so 
drunk I was sure he would never be able to get it up. I 
jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, dressed and 
left the poor bastard in bed. I don't think he even 
noticed I was gone."

We showered together. Memories kept coming back. I was 
in our house in the bath with her, it was a Saturday... 
I watched her turn around for me to scrub her back, and 
then while I was washing it I eased my finger into her 
crack and to the edge of her anus. Her puckered hole 
began to tighten as it was stimulated. "You." she 
started to say but just got out and dried off. She 
pulled me to her and we got on the bed. I wondered if 
she had ever had anal sex. 

She kissed me. Pulled me to her and held me. I kissed 
her back. I went down her body her hips, her legs, her 
feet, her thighs, I split her apart and began to suck 
her mound. I a few minutes I turned her over and kissed 
her lovely tight buttocks. I opened them. I kissed her 
nether hole. I licked her. She began mewling. Her hands 
went under her torso and reached her sex. She fingered 
herself. She played with her mons. I was trying my best 
to make her hot. 

She started to move her hands. I whispered in her ear, 
"No, don't stop touching your pussy, I've never watched 
you play with yourself. Rub you pussy for me. Make 
yourself cum! Do it! For both of us!"

As she continued to play I guided my cock to her nether 
hole. It was red, small, and very inviting. I rubbed 
the head of my cock all over, and then as she began to 
rise to her climax I pushed my cock into her butt. I 
used my own spittle to wet it. Barb was pumping now. 
She was moving faster and faster. She rubbed her pussy 
and clit. My cock was now buried in her. My balls were 
against her ass. She was moaning, "Ugh, Ugh!" She 
turned her face as far as she could. "What are you 
doing! IT!" 

"Let it feel good!" I interrupted. "Tell me what is 
best for you." She didn't comment. She just pulled her 
legs under her, thrusting her ass into the air. 
Occasionally she would sob out, "UGH! UGH!" I finally 
grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. My cock was 
buried to the hilt. I came with a shout and splashed my 
white hot jizz all over her insides. After a few 
minutes I got off her and went into the bathroom to 
wash up. I left her on the bed curled up in a ball. 
Then I returned with a warm washcloth, soap and a towel 
and cleaned her.

It was an eerie silence as we lay on the bed together. 
Barb on her stomach, legs pulled up, breathing softly 
and whimpering. I next to her, holding her, stroking my 
now soft cock trying to get it hard again. Barb turned 
her face to me, stared into my eyes and asked, "Can we 
try that again?"

I looked around the room. I needed a lube. I had done 
her the first time with my spit and it was not the best 
lubrication. I needed something more. "Do you have any 
lube with you?" 

"Look in the bathroom, in my travel kit. There maybe 
something you can use." I got up and looked. In a 
moment or two I was back. I had some petroleum jelly 
with me. "That's greasy." "Yes but it is a good lube 
and it will let us play without fear of tearing up your 
insides." I was quick to point out. I wondered how many 
others had sampled her anus over the years. My thoughts 
were interrupted. "I thought we had done it all. Your 
the first to take me back there. No one has ever been 
there before. You got my virginity twice." 

"Barb, get on your knees. Get your ass up. I demanded.

"You're my first. I know you will go slow. Be easy! 
Carl Are you sure you know what you are doing? Don't be 
mean!" I got a gob of jelly and spread it on my finger. 
She started to speak when I shoved it into her. 
"UMMMMPHHH! That's cold! OHHH! WHAT ARE YOU? OHHHH! DO 
IT! DO IT!" I pulled out and rubbed more jelly as 
quickly as I could all over my cock. Then I gently 
shoved into her. I pushed home. "UMMMM! UGH! OHHHHH!" 
She took it. All of it. She rocked back and forth. I 
decided to try to go deeper. "Stand on the floor with 
me." I said, as I pulled out. She got up and stood up 
next to the bed. I bent her over and told her to put 
her hands on the bed and keep her body parallel to the 
floor. Her ass was now at the level of my erection. 

I began to take longer and deeper strokes back and 
forth in her gripping anal passage. I moved gently back 
and forth till I felt I was coming to my climax. I 
began to thrust a bit harder. Finally, I was bouncing 
her as hard as I could. She cried out, "My ass! Carl, 
not so deep! Aughhhh! It hurts! Oh my! God it hurts! NO 
MORE! I can't take it! Stop! Carl You're I cumming! 
AUGHHH! OHHHHH!" She squirted. She let her load go and 
it splashed all over me, the floor, and the bed. She 
shook violently and then when I pulled out she squirted 
again. "Thank you." was all I said, as I collapsed on 
the bed. 

Lying beside me, she whispered, "You hate me don't you? 
You really don't like me do you? That is why you took 
my ass isn't it? Carl why did you hurt me? Why did you 
fuck me in the ass?"

"Barb, I don't hate you, maybe years ago, I did. Your 
ass was something I realized I missed. I wanted to love 
you deep and hard. I wanted the one thing you told me 
no other man had ever had. I wanted it to be another 
first time. And it was! It was the best you ever gave 
me! Forgive me! I STILL LOVE YOU! I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED 
YOU! 

We got up and went to the bathroom. With the water 
cascading down on us, she turned and took me in her 
arms. She put her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Carl, 
you really do still love me. It's true isn't it. Why 
can't things be different?" 

There was no reply. We got out, dried off, and dressed. 
We left the hotel and went down the street to a little 
Greek restaurant. Unknown to her, I had made 
reservations there earlier. We went to the bar, and 
over a drink she asked, "Are you married?"

"No, I am divorced. About eight months ago it was 
final. Are you proposing?"
"No, I love you. Really I love you. But my life is 
crap. And if I married you now all we would ever do is 
fuck." 

We ate dinner in a somber mood. I had arranged for a 
violinist to serenade us. He did so with wonderful 
Greek tunes ending with the theme from Fiddler on the 
Roof. We walked home holding hands and kissing. After 
returning to our room, I offered Barb a drink. "Scotch, 
on the rocks."

"You never liked that."

"Things change. I never did anal till last night. I 
want that drink."

I poured her a glass and got one for myself.

"You know we could be one again." I said. 

She interrupted. "No it would never work. I am not 
happy with Carl but my children dearly love him. I 
won't take them away from him. I have to tell you: Dave 
thought he was my first. He was certain he took my 
cherry. I was young, dumb, I let him believe that and 
he insisted he had to marry me. I never told him I was 
married to you. I simply left you and went to him. 
Since then there have been others. However, you are 
still the one I really, dearly, truly love."

The next two weeks went by in a blur. We attended our 
meetings. Fulfilled our obligations to our companies. 
We knew that it could not last. Our last night 
together, we had room service. Cocktails, dinner, and 
well the rest as they say is history. 

During the meal Barb told me a bit more. "Carl, Dave 
thought he was my first, I did see him after we were 
married. I did cheat. I don't know why. I also cheated 
with others after we were divorced. Again I don't know 
why. I guess I was young and dumb. I ask your 
forgiveness." 

"Barb is there any future for us?" She looked down at 
the floor and mumbled something. I really did not hear 
what she said. After dinner, we showered together, and 
got into bed. Neither of us got any sleep. We made 
wonderful, beautiful love all night. About five in the 
morning we got up and went out to the airport. That was 
the last time I saw her.

While my mother was alive, Barb always sent pictures of 
Jen to her Grandmother. She taught Jen to respect her 
and she made sure Jen always sent notes on birthdays, 
Christmas and other holidays. 

Five years passed. I finally got a card. It had a 
wildcat on the front. Inside was a hand written note. 
"The wildcat is no longer caged. Chicago Saturday, July 
1st. Call me on my cell. Card enclosed." PS: Wildcat 
has had no tomcats around since Chicago." It was 
unsigned.

I guess she's divorced. I have not decided whether to 
call or not. There is a part of me that would relish 
the new adventure. Five years is a long time. What 
would you do?

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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