Standing Room Only

We'd reconnected online, and enjoyed catching up on our lives since college. Both happily married, both enjoying parenthood, both dealing with work stress and watching parents age.

We'd been very flirty with one another in college, and for a brief time would sneak into the other's dorm room for after hours play. Never more than handjobs, but it still met mutual needs.

The first few online chats happened weekly. Then we started texting daily. And the conversations eventually got to reminiscing about our times in the dorms, and then to sharing updates about sexual adventures with our spouses, and how how we'd both started out where our times had left off.

"How does Steve best help you to orgasm?"

"Tongue and finger. Absolutely."

"Finger where?"

"Pussy until I climax. Ass when I cum."

"Damn! Kate doesn't let me near her ass when I'm down there."

"She's missing out! I need to talk to her!"

"Haha," I replied.

"Does Kate give you good oral?"

"It's not her favorite thing to do. I'm a little wide so it's hard for her to go too deep on me.  She also has this idea that oral makes her come across as a slut. Like, she said she will never give me a blow job while I'm standing and she's kneeling."

"That surprises me. I get it, but with all the vibrators you've told me about, I figured she was pretty open to playing."

"At times, just not on her knees."

"Hmm."

A few weeks went by. Innocent or even boring text checkins. We'd rekindled our friendship, that was always more fun than the flirting.

"I'm gonna be in town next week, checking on my mom's house. You want to meet for lunch?"

"Sounds great!"

I pull into her mom's driveway, and walk to the door. "Hey stranger!" Elly greeted me as a approached the door.

"Mom's at my sister's for a month, so I told her I'd come up and check on it.  Almost done then we go eat."

Walking thru the house, she showed me family photos and shared a few stories. Then as we went into her old bedroom, she asked, "So, Kate. She doesn't like giving you oral? Why?"

"Like I told you, I'm kinda thick, and, she has this negative image of giving oral. She loves receiving, just rarely gives it. And never while I'm standing. It's a fantasy of mine that will probably remain such.

"Would you like me to take care of that?"

I laughed. "Pretty sure Steve wouldn't like that."

"Steve isn't here."

Awkward silence.

She stepped closer to me and put her hand on the bulge of my jeans. "I'll take that as a yes."

We kissed, deeply. She began to open my jeans. I stepped out of my shoes. She stepped back and slid my pants off. She tied her hair into a pony tail, and then knelt down in front of me. I nearly came before she even opened her mouth.

She was clearly comfortable on her knees, and used her free hand to explore my balls and then my ass.

I came hard into her mouth, and then her face caught the last few shots.

She stood, and we kissed. The taste of my cum on her tongue was electrifying.

She took my shirt off, then I began undressing her. We eased into her old bed, and I went down on her. She whispered, "fingers please".

I'd never actually fully fingered an ass before, so as she orgasmed a few minutes later, it was amazing to feel her clinch on my index finger.

I'd regained an erection, and so we finished our visit with her on top of me, in cowgirl.

As we left, she smiled. "Thanks for helping me check on mom's house. Maybe next Steve can come with me too and the three of us can catch up," she said with a wink.