Nearly twenty six years had passed since we last saw Heth and there she was, standing on our doorstep with a suitcase in hand. I was shocked to say the least. Here she was, the woman who had excited and fucked both Anna and me all those years earlier. She had taught me the heightened pleasures of sex and Anna the delights of another woman’s passion.
When she met her new husband, Eric, our threesomes had to cease. I disliked him intensely and was as jealous as sin. Heth had every right to stop our sexual adventures as she made a new life for herself. Anna and I were disappointed not to be invited to the wedding but I guess it was understandable. Later we heard she had a son and that her husband walked out on them a few years later.
Anna kept in touch exchanging letters then, with advancing technology, the internet played a big part in their friendship. Anna rarely mentioned their exchanges so I was completely unaware that the cheeky beggar had invited Heth over.
Heth was flying out to New Zealand to be with her son who had emigrated a couple of years earlier to start a new life. So this was it, after twenty six years a re-union and a farewell all tucked into one.
She looked terrific for a woman approaching fifty, looked fit but a little heavier than the last time I had seen her. I wondered if she was wearing any knickers this time? Both Anna and I were heavier after all those years, my hair had greyed with age. Oh to be young again!
Heth accepted Anna’s invitation to stay overnight before flying out the following evening. It gave us an evening of laughter, of memories and embarrassment as we reminded ourselves of the threesomes.
We talked late into the night before going up to bed. My cock stiffened as we all kissed each other goodnight but, like she always did, Heth’s tongue slipped into my mouth. ‘For old time’s sake,’ she said.
Funny that, for within minutes the three of us were starkus and caressing each other. Heth and Anna were soon showing their mutual desire for each other’s bodies. I could only sit back and watch in admiration as the fuller bodied women taunted and tempted each others fingers into the other’s openings. I watched as they manoeuvred into the soissant-neufe position, Anna sucking Heth’s clitoris as she slipped two fingers into her moistened love hole.
At the other end Heth was simply kissing and licking Anna. I wanted to be part of the action and gently fondled their breasts, kissing and kneading their excited nipples. They were too concerned with each other to worry about my gratification so there I was, horny as hell, watching them gyrate to their passions. I sat back, my cock aching for the need to be inside a vagina again, preferably Heth’s. Their lovemaking was slow, deliberate, passionate, tender. Their fluids flowed from their holes until, first Anna’s breathing quickened her body began to quiver, her stomach tightened and then relaxed, tightened then relaxed again. The gurgling in her throat and the final scream of delight as she came quite violently. Heth, in turn worked quickly on her own clitoris and within seconds joined Anna in a crescendo of satisfaction.
They lay holding each other tightly, kissing with passion, breathing heavily, sighing in unison. It was so lovely to see them fulfilled and that I was happy to lay back and think of England.
Lay back, did I say?
Heth whispered something in Anna’s ear and Anna nodded. Heth moved towards me as Anna went and sat in the wicker chair close to the window. ‘Come here, tiger!’ Heth said before clamping her lips on mine once more. I could taste their love potions in her mouth, enjoying the satisfaction of sharing their pleasure. Mine was yet to come.
Heth drew her wicked fingers down my chest, tracing lines round both my nipples, on their way to my throbbing, fully erect cock. I felt her hand close round it and immediately felt I had grown an extra inch in length. She slowly stroked me, remembering how I liked it all those years before. Traced her fingernails under my glans sending electric shock waves through my body. Oh fucking hell. It was a sensation only she had ever managed to give me.
Her head slipped down my body, tongue tracing a wet line down to the base of my stomach, finger still exciting my penis. Her tongue exploring its length before her lips captured its tip and her mouth drew my cock in. God she was expert at it all those years ago and now even better. My knob went deep into her throat. She worked me in and out before letting it slide out, free as a bird, hard as steel.
I remember the single word – ‘Now!’
I plunged into the depths of her hot and moist crevice and began to make love. Yes, this was love making. Not fucking. We were slow and gentle in our sexual union, her lips and mine, thrust together in a passionate embrace, Her arms round my shoulders, hands exploring the hair on my head, my back. Breathing hot, fast, then rapid. Heth’s legs wrapped round my body and I was as deep inside her as I had ever been. I could feel it coming as she gripped me deep inside with her powerful vaginal muscles. We both juddered at the same moment, bodies shocked with the power of an electrical storm coming in rapid waves, sperm squirting so deep into her, every drop drained from me, her own juices squelching out against my inner thighs. Then we lay together, for ages, happy in each others arms, my ebbing cock not wanting to slip from the warmth and comfort of her beautiful inner self. We kissed, hearts pounding, organs aching.
Then it was over. All over. I rolled onto my back, suddenly realising that Anna was there in the room, watching, and filming us. My most sensual intercourse ever with dear Heth, recorded for posterity.
When Heth waved from the window of the taxi, my heart sunk. I would never experience such love making again. Not even with Anna.
It really was over. Forever.