She had no idea what to expect as she approached her first meeting in decades with her old best friend. The shock began the moment they laid eyes on each other.

As my plane touched down, I wondered what my onetime best friend Kelly would look like after all this time. It had to be 20 years since I last saw her.

I remembered Kelly as naturally slender, about five feet five, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She thought herself “too skinny,” but I always assured her that she had the body of a runway model. I was a sharp contrast with her — five feet four, with an athletic build, long black hair, green eyes, a natural tan and huge boobs. We turned a lot of heads when we went out clubbing and typically had men itching to crawl under our short skirts.

Kelly met a cute guy while visiting relatives in Tampa, married Jeff and moved away. I found the love of my life here in my hometown, raised two wonderful children and recently sent them off to college. My husband Hector and I, now empty-nesters, live the good life, at least when he's not putting in 60-hour weeks at his job.

Our one struggle has been to slow down and smell the roses. A little sex once in a while wouldn’t be bad either. I sometimes wish my hubby was something other than a boring banker, always having to keep with the status quo in our tight little community. But I really can’t complain. I spend a good portion of my day working out, shopping and having lunch with my fellow stay-at-home girlfriends.

I often long for the days when Kelly and I went out and let our hair down. Particularly while at the gym or shopping I still attract the looks of men of all ages. The gleam in their eye says they would love to get intimate with a voluptuous cougar.

While I’ve never feared my husband cheating on me, I’ve never wanted to give him an excuse, keeping my body as perfectly toned as a 42-year-old woman can. I consider myself lucky that most folks looking at me would take me for early 30s. Thank goodness for good genes!

As I made my way through the airport, I saw a young woman in the distance waving. I turned and saw no one behind me, so I wondered, could it be? And it was! Walking briskly toward me was Kelly, and my, had she changed! It was obvious that she’d undergone some significant body sculpting. Her boobs were huge — bigger than mine, and popping out of her cute low-cut top. She was wearing very tight blue jeans that accentuated a rounded butt that was quite a bit bigger than it used to be. About all that looked the same was her narrow waistline — and her face, which shouldn’t have looked the same after 20 years but incredibly did!

Over drinks, Kelly admitted the obvious: that she’d had, let’s just say, numerous procedures. Just as I was getting used to my old friend’s new look, she dropped a bombshell. “Yes, Val, Jeff and I have become very active in the swingers’ lifestyle,” she blurted out with a big smile.

I had to say something, but all that came out of my mouth was: “Oh, really? Tell me about it.”

She went on to describe how her marriage had been heading for demise, her sex life having become “stale and lifeless,” when one day she found a stash of Jeff’s Penthouse Letters magazines in the garage and started reading them secretly while he was at work. She became obsessed, and could hardly wait for the next issue to come out. This led to her decision to get a body makeover.

Jeff loved her new body, and they gradually reconnected with each other. Then they jumped headfirst into the swinging lifestyle.

While this was all interesting, even shocking, the biggest surprise was Kelly’s announcement that on Friday night the three of us were going to a swingers’ club. I would be lying if I said this didn’t spark my curiosity. When I didn’t offer any objection, she stood up from her bar stool and said, “So it’s settled. Let’s go shopping. We need to find you something sexy to wear.”

The anticipation leading up to Friday night was exciting and more than a bit scary. I didn’t know what to expect. All I knew was that judging by the clothes Kelly picked out for me, I was in for quite an experience.

When Hector called Friday morning to see how things were going, I mentioned that Jeff and Kelly were taking me out to dinner and dancing. “Great,” he said. “Just don’t do anything I’d do!” Gosh, I thought, if he only knew where we were going!

Friday night

That evening Kelly and Jeff were waiting in the living room when I came out of the guest bedroom. At the sight of me Jeff grinned and his eyes sparkled. My red ultra-low-cut micro-minidress didn’t cover much. My boobs were flowing over the top, and it was an open question as to whether the dress was long enough to truly cover my rear end. My red four-inch-heeled shoes accented my dark, toned legs.

Jeff embraced me and applied a gentle kiss to my lips, and Kelly said, “I’ve got to warn you, Val, my husband has a weakness for Latin lovers with big tits.” Jeff nodded, then laid another, longer kiss on my lips, and Kelly looked on approvingly.

I was a little worried that I'd had a few too many martinis that afternoon. While Jeff and Kelly didn’t seem fazed, I was pretty buzzed, since I wasn’t accustomed to drinking much more than one glass of wine over dinner. Nevertheless, I was still both excited and nervous. Kelly insisted that I sit up front with Jeff in their two-door car, and when she clambered into the back seat, I couldn’t help but notice that she had no underwear on. When I teased her that she forgot her underwear, she shot back, “Of course I’m not wearing underwear! And neither are you, my dear. Come on, take it off.” I quickly slipped off my thong.

No sooner had we pulled out of the driveway than Jeff had his hand on my thigh. He pulled my left leg gently, thereby spreading my legs, then wasted no time placing his fingers on my clit. I closed my eyes, feeling a rush coming on. When he pushed three fingers inside me, I let out a moan that encouraged him to continue plunging his fingers rapidly in and out of my pussy. Soon I was moaning uncontrollably, and finally I began to scream as I came. In the back seat Kelly whispered, “Awesome.”

Kelly asked Jeff to pull the car into a grocery-store parking lot. All she had to say was, “I’m driving,” and Jeff and I jumped in back and began making out profusely. He lowered my top and began to suck on my hard nipples, something I truly love. My animal instincts kicked in, with my hand moving to his crotch. His cock was big, and I was now totally out of control, not having had sex in over a month.

When Jeff noticed I was in near-panic trying to remove his belt, he undid it and pulled out his cock, then literally handed it over to me. I couldn’t wait another second, and lowered my head to it and stretched my mouth over the ample head, then began sucking him off. In minutes he tensed up and shot his load in my mouth. I had almost forgotten how much I love the texture and taste of a man’s jism.

When Jeff and I regained our senses, Kelly was already standing outside the car at our destination. I hadn’t even realized the car had stopped. “Come on out, guys,” she called. “It’s my turn!”

As we walked toward the club entrance, I had difficulty believing this was all happening. Right before we walked in, Kelly had us all stop. Looking at my chest area, she placed her finger just above my left breast and scooped up a glob of come that must have slipped out of the side of my mouth. It looked like she was going to put it in her mouth but then changed her mind, saying, “No, sugar, tonight my husband’s come is all yours.” With that, I took her finger and not only licked it off but sucked on it in much the same manner I'd sucked her husband’s beautiful cock.

Jeff opened the door, letting Kelly walk in ahead of us. As we followed, he grabbed my hand and reminded me, “You’re mine tonight, baby.” I smiled to show I had no objection.

It didn’t take Kelly long to hook up with some male acquaintances and proceed to the dance floor and begin dancing up a storm. Meanwhile Jeff, leading me by the hand, gave me the nickel tour of the facility. Then he led us out to a patio area where just one couple could be seen over in a corner with the woman on her knees sucking the man’s unit.

Jeff leaned me up against a wall and started making out with me. One of his hands again probed the inner reaches of my pussy. Finally I whispered in his ear, “I’m ready for the real thing.”

He lifted me up like a rag doll, and I threw my arms around his neck. Using the building wall as back support, I wrapped my legs around him and felt his cock probing for my entrance. He finally guided it in and pushed slowly. For a brief moment I thought about the fact that I hadn’t had sex with anyone but my husband since our marriage, and now my pussy was filled with this gorgeous cock, which happened to belong to my old girlfriend’s husband. It seemed surreal!

Jeff pounded me so hard, at one point I thought he was going to punch a hole through me, until finally he let me down and turned me around. Knowing the drill, I bent over and again felt his cock entering me. Again he began to pound me hard, until he let out a groan and pumped harder and faster as he shot streams of come in me. For the rest of the evening it oozed out of my pussy and down the inside of my thighs. Since I found this extremely erotic, I chose not to wipe myself clean. Heck, everything that was happening this night was erotic!

Jeff smiled when I said, “Dang, Jeff, Kelly is a lucky woman.”

Speaking of which, it was time to see what she was up to. She was no longer on the dance floor or in the hot-tub room. We noticed a crowd circled around the large bedded area in the group-sex room. As we squeezed our way through to the front, sure enough there was Kelly, lying on her back with a large man pounding away on her.

More surprising, however, was the sight of a woman sitting on Kelly’s face! You could barely glimpse Kelly’s tongue lapping the woman’s dripping pussy as the woman bounced up and down on her tongue as if it was a cock. Although I was quickly learning that nothing I saw should shock me, I never knew Kelly had an appetite for women.

Finally the big guy came and the woman rolled off the bed and disappeared into the next room. But Kelly was just getting started. Immediately a slew of men jockeyed for position to be the next to fuck her. Over the next 45 minutes one man after another climbed on top of her and fucked her. All this time she had a minimum of three men standing over her as she took turns sucking their cocks. I would estimate that Kelly fucked close to 20 guys and sucked off another 10 to 12. And Jeff, looking on the whole time, couldn’t have looked more satisfied.

Finally Kelly rolled off the bed and went to a nearby bathroom. While Jeff and I waited for her to come out, I ran my hand over his cock. It was hard as a rock again. “Watching your wife fuck other men is a real treat for you, isn’t it?” I said.

He replied, “Not only is it a thrill, it’s my greatest thrill.” Then he turned me around again and started fucking me doggie-style.

When Kelly came out of the bathroom, we stopped and left the club for the night. Kelly asked if I would drive, because, as she put it, “Jeff has some work to do.” She laid on her back, and he lowered his face between her legs and started licking up come oozing out of her pussy. She told me later that this was a ritual they always followed — because, as she put it, Jeff eating other men’s come from her pussy is her single greatest turn-on.

It took us forever to get home, since I really had no idea where I was driving. Of course I didn’t care. My focus was elsewhere. It had been one hell of a night, and what I kept finding myself thinking was, I wonder what we’re going to do Saturday night!

Saturday night

I was the first one up Saturday morning. I made a pot of coffee, then picked up one of the magazines lying on an end table. Lo and behold, it was a copy of Penthouse Letters. I noticed that stacks of old issues were stored in the rack below the table top.

Recalling that this was what had got my friends started, I began to read. And I read, and read! My pussy was very wet as I pictured my husband and me in each letter. But I concluded that Hector would probably never go for watching his wife fuck other men.

Just then Jeff walked in the living room with a cute sleepy smile on his face. When he bent over to give me a good-morning kiss, I pulled him down and directed his face to my wet pussy. As he lapped, sucked and eventually tongue-fucked my pussy, I decided that since I might never get this opportunity again, I was going to make the most of it. After a while I pulled Jeff up and asked him to change positions with me.

I was about to go down on him to get him hard when I discovered that he already was! I stood on the couch over him so I could lower myself on him, but he pulled me close and began virtually making out with my pussy. One thing for sure, he loved to eat pussy! He was any woman’s dream.

Finally he allowed me to lower myself onto his cock, which in the light of day was the most beautiful one I had ever seen — not huge, but just everything you could want in a hard cock. It was so perfectly proportioned that I only fully appreciated how thick it was when he started shoving it in. I guess I’d been so worked up the night before, and so desperate to have it in me, that it hadn’t really registered. Now it took some effort to stretch enough to take it in, but soon he was fucking me smartly — when my cell phone started ringing.

I knew from the ring tone that it was Hector, and thought not to answer, but then I reached down and grabbed it, with Jeff still inside me! “Hi, Hon,” I said as Jeff started licking my nipples. “So how's it going?”

“Baby, I really miss you," Hector said. "We need to figure something out. I sense that our marriage is foundering, and I don’t want to lose you. You being gone has made me realize that. We need a spark in our marriage.”

While Hector continued to speak, Jeff had me stand up, turn around and sit back down on his cock with my rear end facing him. Knowing he couldn’t make any sounds that my husband might pick up on, he moved his cock slowly in and out. It felt fantastic.

Then I heard Hector saying, “Are you there, Valentina?”

Coming back into focus, I said, “Yes, of course, honey. I’m more than willing to try to work things out. I still love you deeply.” Oh jeez, I thought, did I just say “deeply”?

Hector asked what we were going to do tonight. “Not sure,” I said. He responded with his favorite saying: “Well, don’t do anything I’d do.”

“Okay, I won’t,” I said. “Gotta go.” And I hung up, just as Jeff brought me to orgasm. Now that I was free to shout it out, I pumped Jeff harder than ever. The rush of fucking him while I was on the phone with my husband was unbelievable. I suddenly realized that I wanted my husband to watch me fuck other men the way Kelly and Jeff watch each other. What a turn-on!

On the way to the club Saturday night I sat in the back seat. Jeff and Kelly told me I was no longer a “rookie” and tonight I was on my own. So when Jeff opened the door to the swingers’ club, I walked ahead while he and Kelly followed hand in hand. They made their way to the dance floor, which left me alone, in a hall full of single men hovering around the dance floor. And I was wearing a see-through white top with no bra and a very short, very tight black skirt that Kelly said caused my “ass to bubble out as much as your boobs.” Plus a pair of five-inch-heeled “hooker” shoes that Kelly insisted I buy.

A handsome, tall, light-complexioned black man approached and asked me to dance. He introduced himself as Daniel. While we danced, he smiled at me and was unable to resist stealing glances at my boobs, which were so clearly visible that they left little to the imagination.

When Daniel licked his lips, I knew that he was eventually going to make a move. Soon afterward a slow dance came on, and he glued himself to me. He was so tall that his hard cock was pushed against my abdomen, which was really different! Gradually he lowered his manly hands over my ass and virtually guided me that way throughout the dance. Again, a first.

As we left the dance floor, Daniel showed no intention of letting me go. I suggested we walk around. When we entered the hot-tub/swimming-pool area, I decided to sit at the edge of the tub and soak my feet in the water — those crazy heels were killing my feet! Given how Daniel was attired, it wasn’t practical for him to sit next to me on the edge of the hot tub, so he found a chair backed up against the wall and sat there keeping an eye on me.

There were only three people in the tub — a threesome in progress on the other side with two guys and a woman. While one guy sat on the edge, the woman was sucking his cock and the other man was fucking her from behind. There were a lot of onlookers sitting in chairs along the wall where Daniel was.

I noticed a couple of black men walk in. They shook hands with Daniel, then went in another room, which I learned later was a locker room. A couple of minutes later they returned with towels wrapped around them. Suddenly they dropped their towels and climbed in the tub. After a few minutes, finding no place else to settle, they made their way over to where I was.

Though they introduced themselves, I don’t remember their names. One guy started massaging my feet. He can’t have had any idea how badly I needed that! I smiled at him, then closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Was I ever relaxed!

All of a sudden Daniel was at the tub standing over me, then leaned over and began kissing me. While I was focused on that, I felt my legs being spread, and soon after a tongue was gently lapping my clit and the other guy was still massaging one of my feet. As Daniel’s and my tongue intertwined, the tongue of the guy beneath me began fucking my pussy.

After a few minutes Daniel whispered that we should go into one of the private rooms. I said nothing but offered no resistance when he pulled me out of the tub, leaving the two guys behind. As he led me away, my animal instincts, no doubt egged on by all the booze in my system, made me turn to the two guys still in the tub and signal to them with my finger to follow us. They both leaped out of the tub and were quickly right at our heels.

Once the four of us were in a room, Daniel removed my top and started devouring my breasts. He seemed to know instinctively that sucking on my nipples would send me over the top. When I felt his pants drop, instinctively I dropped to my knees and found another gorgeous cock, as thick as Jeff’s and a little longer. I could hardly wait to have it in my pussy.

Suddenly I remembered that the other two guys were in the room. They were positioned on either side of Daniel, jacking off on either side of my face. I figured that since I had invited them, I better give them some attention. For probably 20 minutes I took turns sucking three high-quality cocks.

Then Daniel took the lead and told me to lie on the bed on my back with my head hanging over the edge. He threw my legs over his shoulders and began plowing into me with rhythmic force. I had never started coming so quickly! Meanwhile the two other guys moved around to my upside-down face and had me alternate sucking their cocks.

After several minutes one of the guys asked if I’d like to have black cocks in all three of my orifices. I hesitated for a second, then said “sure,” thinking this was a once-in-a-lifetime event. I would soon be back in my straitlaced hometown, with my boring husband and my boring life. I might as well have some memories to take back.

Daniel decided to be the one who filled my mouth with his cock. He laid on his back and I got between his legs, determined to give him the best cocksucking he ever had. Meanwhile, one of the other men maneuvered under me so I could sit on his cock with my boobs buried in his face. I began to ride him with a vengeance.

The third man moved behind me and spanked my ass, then started trying to stick his cock in my ass. Well, that wasn’t going to work! We somehow all maneuvered our bodies, and with me on my back and sucking Daniel’s cock, the two other guys figured out how to double-penetrate my pussy. It took awhile to coordinate, but eventually it worked. Daniel came in my mouth and the two guys fucking me came at just about the same time in my pussy.

And that’s about as much of the detail as I remember. When we were ready to leave the room, Daniel waited until his buddies left, then pulled me back in and said he’d like to see me again sometime. I told him I lived 600 miles away, but he assured me that that wouldn’t present a problem, that he'd travel wherever he needed to.

After I agreed to exchange phone numbers, Daniel gave me a passionate kiss. Then he said, “Till next time,” and walked quickly out of the room.

When I walked out, Jeff and Kelly were waiting for me. I had lost all sense of time and discovered that it was closing time. Where had the time gone? Kelly told me later that they had seen me go in the private room with the three guys, and the four of us been in there for roughly three hours!

While we walked to the car, Kelly asked if I wanted to ride in back with Jeff first. I smiled and said, “Sure, why not?” So while she drove, Jeff went down on me in the back seat, sucking up what remained of my three black men’s come. About halfway home, Kelly switched places with me.

On Sunday Kelly drove me to the airport. I made her promise to come out and visit Hector and me as soon as possible. I knew that in order to make the best of that visit, I would have some work to do with my husband.