This is the story of my second and final threesome with MILF Katie, and one of the last times we saw each other. Our first threesome, the one with the trombone player, was delightful, but this one had a very different outcome. It did lead me to discover a key truth about Katie, and helped me decipher the mystery that surrounded her, insofar as I have managed to do that.
I had begun seeing Katie more than two years earlier and we had had some wonderful extra-marital adventures. She was the classic mother-whore, sweet, naughty, with a boundless appetite for all things sexual, and a poet. You can easily find out more about her and our times together by clicking on my reddit handle. As the year 2009 wore on, Katie and I continued to connect, but less and less.
This was not a good year for me. Before it was over, our Texas office was shut down, due to the recession and bad decisions by our new leadership. We once had 25 or so people in our employ, and by October I was the last man standing. I had the unpleasant task of selling off or giving away everything — computers, chairs, desks, tables, all manner of office supplies and odds and ends.
And Katie was slipping away from me. We emailed daily and met occasionally but I knew she was meeting other men; that I was fucking another married woman named Jolene from time to time could not compensate for my diminished time with Katie. In one email she accused me of calling her at home, while her husband was there; he answered and the caller hung up, and I suppose some kind of scene ensued. But I had never called Katie at home, or even her cell phone, and assured her it was not me, and like a switch going off she wrote sweetly, Oh Ok then no worries! But its meaning was clear.
It was on a Friday afternoon in early October as I was clearing out our office that Katie popped in for a quickie. I remember how glad I was to see her van pull up in front. She came bouncing through the door, and in no time she was straddling me on a chair in the middle of cavernous space that served as a conference room, with dividers here and there to create semi-private spaces for now-departed employees. I was careful to position the chair behind a pillar so we would not be seen through the big front windows. As she left, she thanked me and said, This is the best fuck I have had since the last time I fucked you! A double-edged compliment if ever there was. My encounter the very next morning in that same office with a married woman who had posted an ad on craigslist, followed by making love to my wife that evening, brought me joy but did take away all of the sting.
So I emailed Katie an offer in an effort to rekindle her interest: how about we have another threesome? Yes, she wrote; she would like that very much. So once again we co-wrote an ad on craigslist, and once again I screened the many many responses — I have never looked at so many dick pics in my life — and once again I shared the responses that seemed best with Katie so she could make the final call. I confess that I deleted one from a man who sent an artsy, high quality black-and-white and — but for his cowboy hat– nude photo, his muscular body and huge cock on display. I knew Katie would choose him both for aesthetic and sexual reasons, and I –confessing my insecurity here — did not want his competition.
So she made her choice, and we set a day, and I got the room, and Katie came and … when I checked my email, the guy had flaked! He made some excuse or other. So there we were.. what now? We hastily posted another ad, saying, Here we are, which lucky man wants a bit of quality time with Katie?
We got a few response, but alas! We chose badly. The man soon burst into the room, and Katie welcomed him sweetly as always, but he ripped off his clothes, pushed her to the bed onto her back — she was already naked — and took her with great force. He was thin, fit and bald, a law enforcement officer of some kind. He practically raped her, and I would have intervened, but Katie clearly did not want me to do that. He was rough and she took it and seemed to enjoy it, grunting loudly as he slammed his cock into her again and again. I had fucked and eaten her before he got to our room, but this was not a threesome; this was me watching someone force fuck Katie. It would have been a cuckold kind of thing but Katie did not seem to notice or care that I was even there. At least he wore a condom.
After he left, Katie pulled herself back together with this far-away look in her eye. We did not share any more intimacy on this evening. She stood at the open door ready to leave. I reminded, her, Hey you know I have the room till 11 AM tomorrow morning … thinking we could meet up again as we had done on other occasions. And she said, Oh yes, why don’t you invite another woman to meet you and make the most of it? And then she walked to her car and drove home. I stood there for a while in stunned silence.
I called Katie at home the next morning, breaking my rule, when I knew she’d be alone. I was still in shock over the previous night, needed to talk, to connect in some way, to touch base, to make sure she was OK. She had not emailed me. That she even answered surprised me a little. She was friendly. She told me, You know I just need time to process last night. And then she asked, Did I ever tell you about my first sexual experience? She had not, but now she did.
It had happened during her freshman year in college. Her dad was dropping her off at her dorm, and they were joined in the elevator by a tall Black student. Katie is tall, but this was the center on the basketball team. He towered over them, and Katie, virgin though she was, instantly wanted him; she wrote about all of this on a poetry forum that I later discovered, and she related some of it to me now by phone. A flirtation began and soon she invited him up to her room. I guess she thought they’d talk some, maybe make out. But instead he raped her. She cried and she bled. I am crying now just telling this story. In that forum, she wrote about the blackness of his skin next to the whiteness or her skin next to the redness of her blood on the sheet. She found these juxtapositions somehow beautiful.
She got with him again and again after that; decided to take him on, to meet the challenge, to prove she could handle it. Once she stood up a chair in the dormitory cafeteria and shouted at him, for all to hear. What a strange couple they must have made. I am not sure how long this lasted, but I think he left the college before she did.
I have nothing but contempt for men who rape women. They hurt women so deeply. Often they ruin them, and I have great respect for women who overcome the trauma. Katie would have been I believe a wonderfully sex-positive woman, without shame or guilt, proud and free. Instead she became deeply conflicted about her passions, felt ashamed of them. She battled depression. I did not know the extent of this until I read her confessions on that poetry forum. I was beginning to get an inkling of it now.
Katie and I were not quite done with each other. One quick encounter remained, followed by one final encounter of great beauty. They will the subjects of my next post.
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