Author: storyace, ace

Title: The trouble with Evelyn

Part: 1 of 1

Summary: An 18 year old boy falls for the elder Evelyn's sophisticated charms. it's all good fun until his 17 year old girl friend falls for Evelyn. and Evelyn's husband Carl...

Keywords: m/F f/F, f/M

storyace@hotmail.com
this is a sequel to; the trouble_with_swapping

The trouble with Evelyn; by Ace, 2000

Dear Angela;

I agree, it's time we cleared the air about what happened with Evelyn.  I was hoping we could do this face-to-face when you come to California, but I can understand how you would want to sort it out first.

I'll start at the beginning; last summer, after graduation, I was working for my Uncle Joe down at the garage.

Evelyn worked across the street from there, and she used to bring her Cadillac in regularly for servicing.  She dropped it off one morning, that was the first time I saw her.  Well, you know what a fuss Evelyn always makes of her appearance.  I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she walked through the dingy garage, she looked too clean and well-kept to even be walking through our place.

I asked one of the other guys who she was.

"Oh, that's Evelyn," Bob told me, "she's running the business across the street, ever since her husband left her.  She's old enough to be your mother!"

"I don't care," I told him, "I think she's damned sexy. Why did her husband leave her?"

"Another woman, I heard.  Some young black chick.  Whoever it was though, I bet she didn't have a tighter ass than Evelyn."

  She was wearing a cream-colored business outfit; a kind of padded jacket, and a matching skirt that came halfway down her thighs.  She wore really high heels, a fair amount of jewelry, and you know how perfect her makeup always is.

I didn't think any more about it that day, until at closing time she came in again.  She caught my eye and gave me a big smile, and I couldn't help but smile back at her.

I found her exciting, and I thought this was pretty harmless.  At that time, I had been going out with you for three months or so, and I already liked you a lot.  I didn't think a little flirtation with someone like Evelyn could possibly lead to anything.

I was at the sink washing up, when Joe came up to me, with Evelyn couple of yards behind him.

"Johnny, can you give Evelyn a ride home on your way? We can't put her car back together until tomorrow."

I was a little surprised to realize that I was excited by the idea of just giving Evelyn a ride home.  At that stage, I still never imagined it would go farther, let alone as far as it did.  I just thought it was fun to have such a sexy and totally unattainable woman in my car.

I realize now how outrageously she was flirting with me during the ride.  I had trouble keeping my eyes on the road, she had so much leg showing.  And she kept batting those big blue eyes at me.

When we got to her house, she asked me if I wanted to come in.

"I'm pretty grubby."  I told her, "I really need to clean up."

"You can come in and use my shower." She sort of laughed back at me, challenging me with her eyes.

Well, you know how I can never turn down a challenge.  I parked the car and we went into her house.  I was pretty impressed, I'd never been inside a place like that before.  I stripped off in her bathroom, and I intentionally left the door unlocked.  Somewhere, I was pretty sure that what was going to happen was what was going to happen.  Another part of me just couldn't believe that this was true. 

Sure enough, Evelyn walked right in as I turned on the water.

She was still in the same clothes, heels and all.  It was strange to be naked in front of a woman, especially a sexy woman old enough to be my mother, dressed in a $1000 suit.

"Are you finding everything all right?"  She asked me, sitting down the toilet lid, crossing one stockinged leg over the other.

"Oh yes."  I replied, a little bit stupidly.

It was like a kind of adolescent dream, like a fantasy I'd been having for years but could never even really visualize.

I turned my back partly to her, so that she wouldn't be able to see my rising hard on.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the cutest little ass?"  She asked me.

"No, actually, I don't think anybody ever has."  I told her.

I didn't turn around at first, but I didn't close the curtain either.  I washed myself, and she sat, straight-backed, her hands folded on her lap, and watched.

Her brazenness was possibly a little bit contagious, and I turned around so she could see my hard on bobbing in front of me.  That was the point, wasn't it?

I feel strange going into such detail about this, but it's what you asked for so specifically, and I expect the same level of disclosure from you!

She held a towel for me as I stepped out of the tub.

"Hold your arms above your head."  She told me, and she toweled me off as I turned slowly around.

She toweled my hard cock, and gripped it through the towel.  She didn't touch it with her bare hand, though.

Without saying anything, she took my hand and led me into the living room.

She sat me down the couch, and took a few steps back.

"What gorgeous hunk of boy you are!"  She said, looking down at my naked body, my hard cock bobbing above my lap.

I felt really self-conscious, and I could feel my cheeks burning, but it was also very exciting, and I was enjoying myself enough to ignore the embarrassment.

She sat down next to me on the couch, still fully dressed, and took both my hands in hers.  We just sat like that for a minute, looking at each other; each anticipating what we knew was going to come.

She leaned forward, and we kissed, still holding hands, her still dressed in that suit.

We kissed for quite a while before she let go of one of my hands, and put her freed hand on my penis.

It was the first time in my adult life that anybody had done so, and it was like electricity from my toes to my head.  How I wish it was you, Angelica, that was the first to touch me there!  Even while Evelyn stroked my cock and my body with her fingertips, I was wishing it was you.  But you'd told me that you weren't ready, and Evelyn certainly was.  And I'm afraid so was I.

Clumsily, I started to remove her clothes.  But she laughed, and standing up told me; "You'd better let me do that."

She stood in front of me and undressed, slowly and erotically.  You know how Evelyn can be.

When she was naked, she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.

"We'll be more comfortable in here." she said.

She lay down on the bed, and I lay on top of her while we kissed and fondled each other.  Finally, she put her hand on my cock, and guided me into her.

The feeling of entering a woman for first time is something I hope to always remember.  She was warm inside, wet and welcoming.  I was surprised at the feeling of her vagina muscles squeezing against me.  And there was a kind of general euphoric feeling, a feeling that I was where I belonged, where I'd always wanted to be.

I want you to tell me how it was for you, your first sexual experience.  I asked Evelyn once, what it was like for her, but she told me she couldn't remember.

I was quite proud of myself, how long I was able to hold out.  And after I came, I was able to still keep going for quite a while.  Evelyn told me that that older men can't do that.

I guess we made love for an hour or two that first time.  I felt like Superman, the way Evelyn had one orgasm after another.  Finally, though, she had enough.

"What you trying to do to me?"  Was what she said, as I recall.

"Can I see you again?"  I asked her at the door as I was leaving.

"Oh yes.  Definitely."  She said, smiling at me the way she does.

I actually had a date with you the following night, it was a Friday.  I badly wanted to make love with you, but didn't I always?  You let me down gently, telling me that you still thought it was too soon.  I took you home around midnight, and I was so randy, I couldn't stand it! So I drove over to Evelyn's house and rang her doorbell.

She looked surprised to see me; I supposed she would've been surprised to see anyone at that hour.

She was wearing that blue nightgown, you know the one, it's kind of silky and clingy.

"Why Johnny," she said to me, "what can I do for you at this hour?"

I just looked into her eyes for a minute, and she smiled.  She knew exactly what she could do for me.

I spent that night with her, and we made love again in the morning before breakfast.  Then we had the first of those "Evelyn talks".

"Johnny," she said to me, looking me strait in the eye, and holding both my hands, "we've had some great sex, and I'm really flattered that you came back to see me again last night.  I wouldn't mind to have sex with you again, but I don't want to take advantage of you.  I don't want you to fall in love with me or anything.  It might sound silly now, but it's a chemical thing.  If you keep pumping your sperm into me like you have over the last few days, we'll both have to be careful about falling into an emotional trap.  I like you Johnny, you're already a good lover.  I'd like to make you into a great lover.  But with the difference in our ages being what it is, we have to both remember the limits on our relationship."

I couldn't think of anything to say.  Evelyn continued;

"Do you have a girlfriend, Johnny?"

"No" I lied.

"What's her name?"  She laughed.

"Angela."  I admitted.

"Is she pretty?"

"Yes."

"Do you two have sex?"

"Not yet."

"Was it your first time, with me the other night?"

"Yes."

She looked pleased. "You can be my lover, Johnny.  But I want you to keep seeing this Angela.  I want you to love her, and I want you to make love to me.  And I want you to be completely honest with me.  I want you to tell me about your dates with her, I want you to tell me the first time you make love with her.  And until that happens, it will be my pleasure to make you ready for her. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes" I agreed.

  "Do you have a photo of her?"  Evelyn asked

I was worried that showing her that picture might make her jealous, but finally, I showed her the picture I have of you in the bikini on the beach.

She looked at it for quite a while, and she had to admit that you're quite a beauty.

"That's what I've been telling you."  I told her.

"Why did she keep her hair so short, like a boy?"  Evelyn asked of you, "She would be really gorgeous with longer hair."

"I think Angela looks pretty good just like she is."  I told Evelyn.

She laughed, "you're right of course.  She has a lovely face, and a great smile.  Big firm tits, too!"

Later on, as I came to know Evelyn better, I wouldn't be surprised at remarks like that.

"She looks very exotic, is she Hispanic?"

"No," I told her, "her parents are from Iran. Well, her father is, her mother was."

"The poor girl has no mother?"

She looked really sorry.

"No", I told her.

She looked at the picture little bit more, and then noticed your eyes.

"She has blue eyes?"

"Yes"

"Very striking, black hair and blue eyes." She said.

I like Evelyn a lot.  She has a happy disposition; she's good to talk to.  But somehow, she wasn't my girlfriend.  That was always only you.  Evelyn was more like a friend, a family member.  A strange mixture of trusted aunt and lover. How could a woman 30 years older than myself be a girlfriend, anyhow?

I didn't actually realize at first how old Evelyn actually is.  I don't know if it would've made a difference, anyway.  Do you know that she's actually 48 years old?  She sure doesn't look it.

So that's how it was for the next few weeks. You and I were going out and having fun, and after I took you home, I'd often go over to Evelyn's place.

She really did seem to like to hear about our dates.  She would always grill me about what had gone on between us physically.  She kept your picture, that one of you smiling in the bikini, in a little frame on the kitchen table.

She liked to talk to me about her husband as well.  I found it rather odd, she would tell me of her husband, and then I'd tell her of you, and then we'd have sex together.

She didn't understand why you wouldn't make love to me.  She didn't buy the line that you weren't yet ready.

"That girl looks ready to me.  How old is she?"

"Seventeen."  I told her

"Seventeen! And she's a virgin?"

"Well, so I'm told."

"Why don't you bring her over here, Johnny.  I could make us all some supper."

The idea made me little nervous, she knew all about you, but I had never told you of her.

"What will I tell her?  Who am I supposed to tell her that you are?"

"Oh I don't know, tell her I'm an old friend, a friend of the family."

Anyhow, if you recall, that's exactly what I told you.

I was happy that the dinner went off well, and that you and Evelyn seemed to like each other so much.  I actually felt a bit like the odd man out.

Of course, you must know by now that that phone call that Evelyn got was a set up.  She intentionally left us alone in her house, to give me a chance to seduce you.

We did get pretty hot on her couch that night, and I was left pretty charged up.  Evelyn defused me later on, when I returned to her place after I took you home.

I have to go to a class now.  I'm going to post this as it is, and I'll write more when I get back later tonight.

Love and kisses, Johnny

Dear Johnny;

Thank you so much for that outrageously explicit letter! It was more than I was hoping for. Reading about you and Evelyn in such graphic detail makes me burn with jealousy, but it also excites me terribly!

There are some things that I need to tell you as well.

The day after our first dinner at Evelyn's house, I went over to see her, to take up her offer to let me use her computer for my schoolwork.

We started talking, and I found Evelyn to be very charismatic woman.  We also had one of those "Evelyn talks".

She asked a lot about my sexuality, she was fascinated that I was still a virgin.  I was able to talk to her very frankly about sex.  I found that really surprising, as I've never been able to talk about sex with anyone before Evelyn. Isn't it amazing how far we've all come in the last few months!

It was clear to me the she really likes you.  Of course, I didn't yet know that your relationship with her was more intimate.

We talked for hours, about every kind of thing.  I guess you can say we bonded.  Evelyn wanted me to let you take my virginity.  My God, I can't believe I'm actually writing this down!

I guess our conversation got pretty outrageous, but I can't bring myself to be quite is explicit as you were.  Sorry about that.

I left Evelyn's house quite late, and she gave me great big hug as I left.  I haven't felt so close to another woman since my mother died.

Anyway, that's the way things stood when we all got together the following Friday.  That time, when Evelyn went out, leaving us alone in her house, we both knew why.

Evelyn's photographer friend is coming over tomorrow to shoot some pictures of me.  Evelyn says if they come out well, she'll show them to the agency the she used to get modeling work from.

   (Snip boring gossip)

Love, Angela

Darling Angela,

My heart leapt when I came back from my class, and found that I already had mail from you!

Even though you asked me to be as explicit as possible, I was really nervous about sending you that letter.

I confess to having mixed feelings about the idea that you only made love to me only after intervention by Evelyn.

On the one hand, I feel kind of flattered to the object of so much attention.  On the other hand, it's terrible to have one's illusions shattered.  I thought I had seduced you on my own.

We've never really talked about that night.  A thousand times I've wanted to apologize to you.  I was totally confident in my ability as a lover.  Until that night, my experience was limited to Evelyn.  Perhaps it was the old/young thing that turned her on so much, I don't know.  But after how good I seemed to be with her, I still never figured out why I was unable to make you come.  Were you nervous?  Did it hurt?

Love, Johnny

Dearest Johnny,

You mustn't feel guilty!  No, you didn't hurt me.  And yes, I was nervous.  You were good and gentle and kind.  If anyone's to blame, it's me.

You know how conservatively I was brought up, it's amazing my father even let you take me out!  Even now, if he knew that I was going to California to live with you, he'd never stand for it.  As far as he's concerned, I'm just going to school.

I enjoyed making love with you, even though I was unable to come.  There's more to it than just orgasms you know!

Besides that, there's more have to tell you.

I went to see Evelyn the next day, Saturday.  I had to talk to someone about it.  As we talked, I'm so sorry to tell you this Johnny!  I realized that I was attracted to Evelyn.  Her hand was resting on my bare knee, and her blue eyes seemed so reassuring, so good and kind.  We were sitting very close together, and I had an urge to kiss her.  That's when the truth struck me, that's when I realized that I've always been attracted to other women.  I mean, I guess I've always known it, but I suddenly realized that it was sexual.

I hope you can handle this Johnny, I'm not sure that I can.  I really like you, and I still want to come to stay with you while I go to school, but I'm not sure about sleeping together.  I do like to cuddle with you Johnny, you make me feel good.  If it's really important to you, I suppose we could still share a bed.

I made love with Evelyn.  I didn't think I would ever tell you that, but I feel that you must forgive me. After all, you did the same!

As I said, were sitting closely on the couch, and I had an urge to kiss her.  Of course, there was no way I was going to do that!  But somehow, or faces just kind of approached each other, and our lips touched.  I had never kissed anyone [in a romantic away] before except you, and I was a bit uneasy about it.  But it felt so sexy and good!  It was so exciting, and I realized that it was what I wanted.  She stroked my cheek and my neck, and I couldn't resist running my hands up her flat stomach to her firm little breasts.  There!  I can also be explicit!

We spent a lot of time, and Evelyn told me later that it was also her first experience with a girl.  We stripped each other, held each other.  We went to her bedroom, and she used a vibrator on me, until I came, for the first time in my life.

I felt very complexed about this for several days afterwards, I felt guilty when I was together with you, thinking that it was unfair to take your time and your love, once I had cheated on you.  Then sometimes, I would think it was all only harmless.  After all, what can two women do to each other?

  Of course, I went back to talk to Evelyn about it again.  That is, I tried to talk about it, but somehow we found ourselves in bed together.  The second time, it was even better.  I'm sorry to tell you that, Johnny, but you should know the truth.

We did have our talk, afterwards.  She told me about you and her.  Yes, I already knew.  I respect you so much for telling the truth, though!

You are a great lover Johnny, that's what Evelyn told me.  Of course, she takes quite a bit of the credit for herself, for being a great teacher!

Evelyn always wanted to get us all together in the bed at once.  I suppose that would have been any middle-aged bisexual person's dream, two teenagers at one time.

I told her no way, though.  It would have been just too much for me, too soon.

It's too bad you had to go out to the West Coast already.

I hope this hasn't been too much for you, Johnny.  If you don't want to see me anymore, I fully understand.  I'm sure there are plenty of girls in California, probably even plenty of heterosexual one's!

I got really turned on writing this letter. I never intended to actually send it, but I was so excited by what you wrote, that it's only fair that I do. Let me know how it makes you feel.

Anxiously awaiting your next letter, Angela.

Dear Angela;

I'm sorry it took me so long to respond, have been under a lot of pressure with my schoolwork, and frankly your last letter did knock me a bit off-balance.

I'm a little confused, are you trying to tell me you're lesbian, or that you're bisexual?

You seemed to be insinuating that you don't desire men, never did desire men. But when we used to make out, you seemed to be really into it. Was I mistaken?

You say you like to cuddle with me, that gives me hope.

You always have a place in my home, and in my heart.  Please let me know what's been going on.

Love, Johnny

Darling Johnny,

A lot has happened in the last week.

We had a lot of fun with the photo shoot.  Evelyn squeezed me into some of her dresses, I was kind of bursting out at the seams, but both Evelyn and George [the photographer] thought it looked great.  Evelyn spent a lot of time making up my face, and I was wearing stiletto heels and net stockings!

  It made me feel terribly sexy, dressing up like that.  You know I'm really a T-shirt and jeans type of girl.

Evelyn really likes me like that, and she's been dressing me up all week, just for fun.  We did go out once while I was in one of those dresses, and the shoes, too.  We sure got a lot of attention!  It made me feel strange, like a different person.

Evelyn took me to a club, and we danced together.  A lot of guys came up to us, some were nice, but some said the most obscene things.  Evelyn was cool as a cucumber, though, and got rid of them all pretty easy.  We sat at one of those little tables, and I really felt like a fish in a bowl.  And Evelyn kissed me, right there in public!  That is too much for me, and I made her take me home.

We got the photos back, and Evelyn thinks that I'm very photogenic.  She took them to her old agency, and they say for sure I can get some work. I'm going to scan the pictures in and send them to you.

I stayed with Evelyn overnight once, but I didn't dare do it again in case my dad would notice. He would think I was with a boy.

Evelyn made me feel so good, I just can't explain it. I wanted to be with her all the time, I kept thinking of her in the night when we were apart. I was infatuated.

Then a couple of days ago Evelyn heard that her husband, Carl, is coming back.  She's been beside herself ever since she heard, it's all she can talk about..  She was awfully upset at the way he left her last year, with some black floozy, apparently.

Evelyn says he's the greatest lover she ever had.  Apparently they used to be into swapping partners with other couples and all that sort of thing.

Anyhow, he'll be here tomorrow, and I suppose that will be the end of the relationship between Evelyn and myself.  I've been having really a lot of fun with it, Evelyn's brought a lot out of me that I never knew was there.

I can't say that I'm not jealous, though.  How must you feel Johnny!  I've told you everything, not only because I want to be completely honest with you, but because I thought you might also enjoy hearing about these things.  It did excite me to hear about you and Evelyn together.  Does that make me strange?  Well, I guess it's been shown that I am strange.

It's true, Johnny, I enjoyed your touch, your kisses.  I did want to have sex with you, long before I met Evelyn.  Still, right now I'm not sure of my sexual orientation.  I always enjoyed the feel of your body against mine, I like the taste of your mouth, I feel warm and happy when you hold me in your arms.  Yet, I felt very uncomfortable when you actually entered me sexually.  I thought it was something that I wanted, but then when it actually happened, I'm sorry, but I really didn't like the feeling it all.

Evelyn thinks I should try again, she thinks I was just nervous, with it being my first time and all.  I'll come to California Johnny, and I'll dress up for you if you want, like I did for Evelyn, and we'll try again!

Your love, Angela

Dearest Angela;

Your simple letter has lifted me from the deepest despair to the pinnacle of ecstasy!  I feel I'm walking on air, just knowing they your mine again, or at least that you probably will be soon.

Yes, hearing about you and Evelyn together does turn me on.  Perhaps I also am somewhat strange.  That story of you and her kissing in the club together makes me crazy!

How did you get in, anyway?  I thought you have to be 21 to get into any of those places.

I got the photos, you look amazing!  Will be saving myself for you, thinking of you every day.

Love, Johnny

Dearest Johnny,

I have my flight reservations, and I can fly out to be with you in California next week, if you still want me to, after you've read the rest of this letter.

Evelyn's husband Carl arrived last week.  Evelyn is like a different person when he's around, she's not that self-confident totally assured Evelyn that we know.  It's almost gross, she seems to agree with just about anything he says.  He could say the sky was green at night, and she'd agree.

Before he showed up, Evelyn kept insisting that she wouldn't take him back, no matter what.  In fact, she kept repeating it so often that she reminded me of my dad saying how he wouldn't ever drink again.

She asked me to be there when he arrived.  He was due in around 3, and I was there all morning with Evelyn. We had fun dressing up as usual, and Evelyn really fussed over my makeup.  She told me she wanted to show me off to Carl, to show him how well she could do without him or something.

She told me that Carl had always wanted to see her with another woman, I guess that's something that turns a lot of guys on.  Anyhow, she wanted him to know what he was missing.

She told me to wait in the living room when the doorbell rang, and I heard her answer the door and show him in.  I lolled about on the couch, showing a lot of leg as she had asked me.  Carl came in the living room, walked up to me and shook my hand.

"You must be Angela," he said, "Evelyn told me you were a beauty, and I see she wasn't lying."

Evelyn sat next me on the couch, and she was pretty outrageous as she talked to Carl.  She really laced into him, in a subtle kind of way of course, about how he gone off with their boat and another woman, and come back without either one.  All the while she was talking to him, she would be tracing across my body somewhere with her fingertips, my bare thigh, or my neck.  I know she was doing this to wind Carl up, but he seemed to be just enjoying the show.

I went upstairs and changed back into my own cloths after a while, and when I slipped out the back to go home, I could hear that they were still arguing as I left.

I came back the next morning, and sat down with Evelyn in the kitchen.  I could see immediately that she'd slept with him, and I felt very hurt and jealous.  I know I shouldn't be telling you this, Johnny, as you're the one who must be the most hurt and the most jealous.

Carl came sauntering in after while, in a bathrobe.  That's when I could really see the change in Evelyn.  It is like he'd hypnotized her, she was like, spaced out or something.

She told me again later, and again after that at some point, how Carl was "the greatest fuck" she'd ever had.

Well, it was pretty clear where the cards lay.  I told Evelyn that I was going out to California to be with you.

We both loosened up after while, Carl went off to do some work on his computer, and somehow we started talking about sex again, the way Evelyn loves to do.

She was trying to describe to me how to give a good blowjob, she said I'd be able to keep you going all night in total ecstasy if I could just master that.  Is that what Evelyn did for you Johnny?

She said she'd have to show me, and she called Carl to come in to the living room where we were sitting by then.

"Pull your trousers down and take seat, sweetie, I want to show Angela how it's done."

I was completely shocked at this, but I just sat there and watched.

Evelyn started stroking and sucking on him, and would stop every now and then to give me a little commentary on what she was doing.  I can't really say how the next thing happened, how it was that I agreed.  Evelyn kind of held his cock in my direction, and told me to try it.  If I had thought even for second, I would never done it, but somehow I was so used to doing what Evelyn said by then, that I just lowered my head down and did as she asked.

I tried to do what she had been doing, and she encouraged me and gave me little tips on how to improve my technique.  Carl just kind of groaned with pleasure, when I looked up at him, he was smiling down at me with real joy on his face.  The way his eyes shone at me, it encouraged me to keep going a little longer.

"Don't you think Carl has the most gorgeous cock you've ever seen?" Evelyn said to me,

I didn't want to say that I thought yours was much nicer, so I just nodded and smiled.

"And Carl has perfect control," Evelyn carried on, "he can keep it is long as he wants, and come on command!  Can't you Carl?"

"That's right," he said, "it's a gift I have."

Evelyn was sitting behind me, running her hands up and down my body as I was doing this to Carl. She tweaked my nipples and she whispered in my ear; "don't you want to feel him in you Angela?  Wouldn't you like him to fuck you? It so good, Angela.  It's so good to have a man inside you. Johnny is a very nice boy, but you really must try Carl.  Doesn't his cock feel good in your mouth, Angela?  Isn't it a joy to give him pleasure?  Let him give some back to you now, do it for me, Angela!"

As I look back on it now, I can't understand how I let this keep progressing farther and farther along, but I have to tell you the truth, all the truth.  I let him, I willingly let Carl have sex with me.

This Carl isn't really very good-looking, not compared to you.  He's not a bad looking guy, don't get me wrong, but he's a fossil!  I mean, really.  Evelyn might be 48 and look 35, but Carl is 60 and looks 60.  He's friendly enough, and I did kind of even like him by that time, even though I felt really jealous about him taking Evelyn from me, so I guess he must have something going for him.  I suppose I'm just trying to justify what I did, but I don't think it can be justified, not to you.  Even though you went with Evelyn before I did, it was because I wouldn't have you.  But I knew you're waiting for me there in California.

I still wasn't sure about this, but between the two of them they managed to calm me down, and soon I found Carl's hands on my body, his lips on mine, and his tongue in my mouth.

Evelyn took off my shirt, and then my bra. Carl ran his fingers over my tits in a really slow, sensual kind of way.

"She has the most lovely firm tits, Evelyn." He said,

"And  your skin is so perfect, creamy and smooth!" he said to me.

He circled my waist with his arms, and he kissed my nipples, one at a time. I found that I was holding his head in my arms, hugging him to myself.

Meanwhile, Evelyn stroked my back.

Evelyn kept telling me to relax and let it happen, and I did, even though I knew it was wrong.  I found after a while that I was starting to enjoy this, having two people adore and love me like that.

Carl kept kissing my mouth, and Evelyn went down on me.  There seemed to be hands everywhere, sliding up-and-down me.  I had an orgasm, something that still doesn't happen very often with me [compared to Evelyn, anyway].  I was like putty in their hands after that.

I lay with my head in Evelyn's naked lap, and she stroked my face, and told me how great it was going to feel when he entered me.

It didn't feel so bad the second time, being penetrated by a man's penis.  I felt very bad about it afterwards, because it should have been you.  But at the time, to be honest, I have to say that it felt okay, even perhaps, good.

Even though they both abused me, my naiveté and my youth, at the same time they were kind and gentle.  Carl was in no hurry, he seemed to really enjoy just being there, inside me and on top of me. They both held me, and Evelyn kept reassuring me.  Soon I wasn't afraid of the feeling anymore, the feeling of Carl's penis going in and out of me. Carl held me in a very firm grip, and his bright blue eyes seemed to bore into my head. When I stopped being afraid, it started to feel really good, and when I felt the orgasm building in me, I was very happy, happy to know that I can enjoy sex with a man, that I would be able to live with you and we could be happy together.

For the first time I came with a man's penis inside me, and I found it better, more natural, more friendly, than the orgasms I'd had from Evelyn and her vibrator.

"Evelyn, it looks as though your lovely young under study swings both ways after all!" Carl said.

He smiled at me, truly pleased that he'd been able to do that to me.  He didn't change his pace though; he kept pumping in out of me, slow and steady. He kept one hand behind my neck, and he would lift my head and give me a kiss every now and then. Evelyn held her body against mine the whole time, and she was also stroking me and kissing me, saying little things to reassure me. Soon I felt the next orgasm building from within me, a warm friendly feeling from deep within my soul.

  Evelyn started to talk softly, insistently, into my ear;

"Would you like Carl to come inside you, Angela?  He will if you ask him to.  It's so good to feel a man's hot sperm squirting inside you, Angela, then you know that you really satisfied a man. Ask Carl to come inside you, Angela, then you'll have full experience."

I didn't want Carl's sperm inside me, not at first.  I thought if I didn't let him come in me, though, he'd just keep pumping away at me forever until I told him to.

"Okay" I said.

"Okay what?"  Evelyn asked.

"He can."

"Tell him, Angela, tell Carl exactly what you want him to do."

It was no way around it, I had to tell him, and I had to let him do it, too.

"I want you to come inside me, Carl."

Carl seemed awfully pleased at what I had said.

"Say it again Angela, I want you to tell me that you want me."

"Come inside me, Carl.  I want to feel you coming inside me.  Please come inside me, Carl."  I told him, I figured that would have to do it.

I felt another orgasm coming, it was so perverse, all of this.  Making it with his old guy, old enough to be my granddad, and Evelyn being there, not quite participating in the sex, acting more like helper.  And then this dirty talking, I'm afraid I must be a really twisted girl, because it made me excited, Johnny.  I felt a third orgasm coming, and I held on to him tight, and I felt him squirting me full of his disgusting old sperm, and the feeling pushed me over the edge, I had the most powerful orgasm so far. And then I realized suddenly where I was and what I was doing, I realized I had put everything in jeopardy and that you might not be able to forgive me this incredible betrayal.

I suddenly noticed the sags and wrinkles in his body, his thin gray hair.  I wanted him out of me, I wanted him off of me, I wanted to get out of there, to run home and have a bath.  But I didn't want to be rude, so I stayed there for a while with them before I got dressed and went home.

I didn't want to go back there to Evelyn's house, not ever.  But I had been doing some work on the computer over there, so I had to go back at least once so I could get it.  Carl wasn't there, and Evelyn and I had a good talk.  She set my mind ease, and soon I didn't feel so bad about what had happened.  Evelyn and Carl come from the swinging generation, they really believe that all that sort of thing is just great, and Evelyn convinced me that it was just my conservative upbringing that was making me feel bad about it.  After all, hadn't it felt good at the time?

She still believes in her "free love" 60's philosophy, even after her husband left her. But then, as Evelyn says, he did come back.

I guess I wouldn't feel so bad if it had just been the one time, but by the time Carl came home, Evelyn had me convinced that everything that had happened was perfectly acceptable, we were all adults, despite some of us being noticeably more adult than others!

Then Carl came home. He gave me a hug and a kiss, and sat down with us for a while. I was surprised to realize that he was exciting me, he kept paying me little compliments, and burning into me with his eyes. A part of me wanted to do it again, but another part of me didn't. I wanted to feel those orgasms again, but I didn't want Carl.

Carl went into the other room to check his messages, and Evelyn and I went upstairs. Evelyn made me up and dressed me in that transparent blue nighty of hers.

"You look absolutely stunning, Angela! Let's go show Carl." Evelyn said.

"No, Evelyn," I told her, "just you. I don't want..."

"Don't be silly, Angela! Carl will really enjoy seeing you in that negligee."

  She brought me downstairs and presented me to Carl, like a gift.  She paraded me up-and-down the room, leading me by the hand, and old Carl watched, looking pleased.

Evelyn and I sat down on the couch opposite Carl, and we made out for a while, but somehow it was more for Carl's pleasure than ours. Still, I realized that I was enjoying teasing him, and as Evelyn and I caressed and kissed, I made sure he could see what our tongues were up to.

I had only wanted to tease him, a kind of revenge for his taking advantage of me earlier. So I wasn't completely happy about it when he came and sat on the couch behind me.

At first, he just stroked my back, so I didn't say anything, but when at some point I turned my head to look at him, he took my chin in his hand, and kissed me on the lips.

I knew that I should have stopped right then, and I don't know why I let him keep kissing me. I guess it was nice, he smelled kind of good, and the inside of his mouth had a different texture to Evelyn's, and a masculine taste that was pleasant, somehow.

"Angela, would you like to make love with my husband again?" Evelyn asked me after a while.

" Yes." I told them, and we all went to the bedroom, and Evelyn held me in her arms and kissed me while Carl went down on me.  It was terribly sensuous and exciting again, the awful feeling of disgust was completely gone. I even noticed that, and was happy about it, thinking that I was adjusting well.

Carl is very skilled with his tongue, and I never knew quite where it was going to go or when, and soon he built me up to an orgasm.

He lay on his back, and I got on top of him, and he was inside me again. I did it myself this time; I took his penis into my hand, and pushed it into myself as I sat down on him.

I can't bring myself to reveal any more details, even though I know you would probably like to hear them.  But I will say that Carl did not ejaculate inside me the second time, he kept himself for Evelyn.

They both want me to stay here with them, but I know it's you that I want.  It's nothing against Evelyn and Carl, they used me for their pleasure, but they gave me some, too.  I thought perhaps that I loved Evelyn, but now I see that it's not so.  She only loves Carl, and she wants me to stay mainly to please him, I think.

Please tell me what I should do, Johnny.  Do you still want me, after all I have said and done?

Send to you with deepest love, and deepest regrets, Angela.

Dear Angela;

You lift me up, and you send me crashing down again.

It's very distressing to me that you had sex with another man.

Yet, I still want you. I don't know if it will work out between us, but we can try.

I'll be waiting at the airport for you. Do try to keep yourself for me until then.

Love, Johnny

Dear Johnny;

I'm sorry, Johnny, but I am going to have to disappoint you again.

Evelyn and Carl are going to Europe for a second honeymoon, and they've invited me along.

I said no, at first. But the trouble with Evelyn is that she won't take "No" for an answer.

It's just too great an opportunity to miss. We are going first class all the way, and Carl is going to buy me a new laptop so I can stay in touch with you.

Evelyn has been taking me shopping, and we bought some really sexy outfits for me. We are supposed to meet photographers in Paris and Rome, to shoot some pictures of me on location. Evelyn's arranged everything through her old agency. I might even get to work a fashion show!

I know I can't expect you to wait for me, Johnny. I don't even know how long we'll be in Europe, but Evelyn is talking about six months.

I hope I will be able to hold Carl off, and stick with Evelyn. I know that doesn't bother you as much. But he's a randy old goat.

And if he does manage to seduce me, I want you to know in advance that I will be thinking only of you.

Forever yours in my heart, Angela

Ace, 2000

Author's post script; I'm working on a sequel, but I don't know if anyone cares for older men with young women.

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