SCOOTER PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the state club after a Saturday afternoon round of golf game with his crony Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the social club lounge after playing eighteen mess but this day was a short different. It was Karl's fortieth birthday and he had just recently separated from his second wife so the guy cable decided that on this day the 19th hollow would be at a airstrip club on the other slope of townspeople. Across the racecourse. The red light territory. Titty City.

Charlie was definitely up for it because he and his married woman Alex had been in a rut lately and she had already told him that she was going out with a friend. They were both now over twoscore themselves and thing had been tense between them recently. He thought it sadly ironic that now that their two kids were finally out of the nuzzle and off to college and they would finally give the house to themselves, is the time when they would be having matrimonial difficultness. Their next wedding anniversary would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still slim and trim and in fantabulous shape, a handsome dyad in almost anyone's idea, he didn't feel like they would cause much to celebrate.

Willy drove them all to the society in his car because he wasn't that big a imbiber. He'd have a duo light beers and then change over to diet Coke. It took them about a half hour to get there. The club was dark inside with strobe lights flashing and music pounding. The place was only about half-full, so they took a tabular array close to the stage and runway, which the long bar curved around. There was a cute black girl with a bubble butt grinding upside-down on a pole not ten feet in front of them. Another buff cutie appeared out of thin air at their table and they proceeded to order overpriced drinks.

Charlie was out of his element but Karl and Duke were right in the midriff of theirs. They were hooting and hollering in no time and soon were shoving bills into G-string. The black dancer came to the tabular array and Willy told her it was Karl's natal day. That got her a hind end at the tabular array and a big tip and Karl got a hired hand job under the table.

The next dancer hit the degree to ZZ Top, a diminutive brunette with Brobdingnagian tits and enough eye make-up to choke a Giraffa camelopardalis. She did her set, shaking her pillage and her breast at top speed and getting quite a rise from the customer.

The future girlfriend was a redhead with long legs and six inch blackguard. She humped the pole for a piece then faced away from them and hang over forward as she took off her sequined skirt, which was about three inches long, and then her flip-flop. They watched her arsehole exposed as wide as a silvery dollar and then close tight, and she did this over and over as the hombre cheered. Then she turned around to face up them and did the same thing with her twat.

Then a cheeseparing Asian girl appeared…evidently the club believed in variety…and she was incredibly lithe and flexile. She contorted herself in diverse ways, like those freaks in the circus, fingering herself and sticking a dildo up her ass, and rubbed oil all over her knocker and licked it off with her tongue.

All this meter the boys were enjoying the gentlewoman, putting away drinkable and throwing away money. After almost three hours they finally realized they had better wrap things up. The place was filling up and it was getting toward Sabbatum night. As they were settling up their tab a new girl came to the stage.

She was blond. Twenty-something, tall and slim athletic physical structure, tan, toned arms and branch, and tight defined abs. Her pilus was a medium-length bob parted kind of in the centre and wrapped around her sexy richly cheeks. All of her fingers and toes were polished red, matching her puffy rim. She used every inch of the small leg and moved with a liquid physical free grace. A shiny, transparent net draped her upper body covering her skimpy rig. She tore off the net with her dentition as she sashayed around above them.

Charlie took extra notice of this gal. She seemed to be a cut above the others, classier, with Sir Thomas More discreetness and without the primitiveness. But that wasn't all. She seemed to be looking right at him, smiling at him, but hell, he thought, maybe every guy feels that way. He knew her from somewhere, he was sure of it, but he couldn't piazza her. He could swear she was staring right at him as they walked out of the club.

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Charlie went home in an alcoholic haze. Alex wasn't home yet, which was a good thing since he was blasted. He washed and flossed and brushed, took four aspirin and got into bed.

He lay in bed thinking about the blonde. The way she moved, the way she looked, the way she smiled at him. He couldn't get her out of his mind. That face, he knew it from somewhere. He knew this girl and he racked his mentality but he couldn't remember from where.

Alex came home. Charlie said Hi when she entered the bedroom, but didn't say anything else because he didn't want to blur his Book. But he was pretty indisputable she was half-lit too by how loud and clumsy she was as she got ready for bed. By the time she climbed in beside him he was nodding off and thinking about the young blond again.

He slept soundly straight through the Nox. When he awoke early in the morning his head was clear again. As he stood in strawman of the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth it came to him in a flashgun. He knew who the young blond dancer was.

She was Scooter.

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Her tangible name was Sara. Everyone called her Scooter because when she was a teenager she was often seen riding her motor iceboat. She would ride it everywhere, to school, to the community kitty, to the commonwealth baseball club, to her problem. Charlie, in fact just about any good for you male, would stop in his tracks when scooter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a bikini with her long blonde hair trailing in the flatus behind her. She was a popular, pretty, athletic daughter with an prodigious body. As a teenager she was on the swimming and diving squad at the high school and had been a terpsichore student as well.

Scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two children were young. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few years elderly than Charlie and Alex and lived a few blocks away. They all knew each other from the area clubhouse and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about Scooter for year. The last he had heard she had graduated high-pitched schooling near the top of her class and had gone off to college on a encyclopedism. But that had been six or seven years ago.

But now he couldn't get the image of her out of his mind. What a beautiful young lady she had become. She was in her mid-twenties now, and her body, oh God. And she recognized him, he knew that now, he wasn't imagining her staring at him or smiling at him as he had left the club. He only wished he hadn't left right after she'd started and missed her act. He would have to rectify that.

-- --

Charlie went back to the striptease night club one evening the fall out week. The place wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a distich lady friend do their acts. He made low talk with the bartender a couple of prison term but he didn't ask inquiry about the dancers because he didn't want to appear like a lech. He did casually say to him, ‘ Hey, I was in here in conclusion Saturday and there was a cutie up there, a knockout blond with a fishnet wrapped around her'… ‘ Sexy Lexi ’, the bartender said. ‘ She's off tonight. She'll be here tomorrow Nox. Comes in at six ’.

Tomorrow nighttime it is, Charlie thought.

-- --

The future day Charlie told his married woman he'd be late, he had a get together after work. Not a lie, he thought. He wasn't sure why he wanted to go see Sara, or what he expected from her. But things were Weird at plate, so what the hell. He already knew she was a hot, sexy fox. He wanted to see her show. See her strip. See her teat and ass.

At a niggling after six he strode into the golf-club. It was early so the place was pretty perfectly. He sat on a stool at the almost-empty bar and the bartender brought him the same beer he'd ordered the night before and then disappeared. A black skirt was doing a mambo on the stage. Charlie noticed a man and a fair sex at the far end of the bar who both seemed to be getting into her.

"Hey Sara,"the barman called back into the dressing room.

"Yeah ?"Sara said. She was sitting on a chair polishing her nails.

"I think you might be getting off to a good start tonight. There's a guy at the bar who was in here last night asking about you. You want to go next ?"

"What's he look like ?"

"onetime, dark hair, good-looking. You've done worse. He likes the net."

"Okay, I'll go next."She turned to a strawberry-haired bean celestial pole to her right wing."That okay with you, Tiff ?"

"Sure, go ahead,"Tiffany said, and downed a shot of vodka.

Charlie was enjoying watching the dark meat cook on the degree in front of him. She danced like she was in the Soul railroad train finals and stir her ass a mile-a-minute. Her pussy was huge. He was in a enchantment staring at it when the bartender returned.

"Your girl is on future,"he said.

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

He watched the sleep of the dancer's set and then watched her find her heels and clothes and slip offstage. She reappeared on the base shortly thereafter and started working the couple down at the end of the bar that had been digging her. He ordered another beer and waited for, even though it was barely six-thirty, what for him would be the main event of the night.

A couple transactions later a sultry swampy vallecula suddenly kicked out of the audio arrangement and Sara sauntered out onto the level. She wore bounder and her long legs were sheathed in shiny red quag with a nonexistent genital organ, making her black thong plainly visible. Up top she wore a lean waistcoat that matched her red pants, and underneath it a black bikini top that matched her thong. The flimsy net covered all the goodies.

She sure moved well, Charlie view. She made eye contact with him almost immediately, pantomimed him a hullo and blew him a kiss. Then she proceeded to throw him what seemed like a buck private show.

He watched her prance around and hump the celestial pole and chew on the net until she ripped it open and he could get a line the Velcro screeching as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her waistcoat. She humped the terminal a few to a greater extent clock time and did a split on the floor and rolled over on her genu and hang backwards all the way. Her pussy was just a few feet in presence of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her minuscule black bottom.

She had a plastered stomach with a eloquent shank bracelet wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her navel. She continued her sexy, vile dance, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her black top displaying her perky tanned tits with rings in her nipples and she swung her chest and fondled them. Then finally off came her G-string and Charlie watched for the following few minutes as Sara danced for him, and swung her pelvic girdle for him, and rotated her hairless groin for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her buttocks for him, and winked her asshole at him.

When the music stopped and the display was over, Sara gathered up her assort garments and ran off the stage naked. Charlie looked up and the bartender was smiling at him.

Not long after Sara slid onto to the toilet side by side to him. She wore her crotchless red pant and the black thong and Bikini top.

"Hi, Mister Charlie,"she said.

"Hi, Scooter, uh, I mean Sara,"he said."Or is it Lexi ?"

"It's Sara to you. For anybody else I meet around here, it's Lexi. We all use phony names around here : Sexy Lexi, Randy Brandy, Franny Fox, Lily boozer. I haven't heard Scooter for class. I drive a car nowadays."

"Sorry, the picture is etched in my encephalon. You zipping up and down the route on your motor scooter in your bikini with your long hair flying out behind you."

"So, you were checking me out ? Thanks, Mr. Charlie,"she said.

"Just call me Charlie,"he said.

"O.K., Charlie. I saw you in here death Saturday with your friends. I didn't think you recognized me."

"I recognized you, but I couldn't space you right away. It struck me later on."

The bartender appeared before them.

"Buy me a drink and I can attend out with you for a trivial while,"she said into his ear.

Charlie nodded."Another for me and a drink for the lady,"he said.

"The usual, Max,"she told the bartender.

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

"I'm doing okay. Work and roleplay golf. The kids are away at college."

"Wow, that's hard to consider. They were such slight guys when I used to babysit them. How's fille Alex doing ?"

"She's okay too, I guess."

"Does she know you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

"Don't concern, I won't William Tell. Do you ever see my father at the land order ?"

"Once in a while."

"Don't tell him either. He might have a stroke."

Their conversation paused while the barkeeper delivered their drinks.

"So. What's a nice guy like you doing in a space like this ?"Sara asked.

"Came to see your show. You're very good."

"Thank you. But tell me,"she said, and took a sip of tonic H2O."Did you like watching me dance ? Or seeing me naked ? Or is there something else ?"

"I don't know. Something drew me here to see you."

"You don't seem like a strip club sort of guy. The other day you were here with a group."

"Yes, a friend had his fortieth birthday so we took him out."

"Coming in a grouping is one affair. But coming back on your own, that's different. It's flattering, but I want to know what you really want."

Charlie took a drink from his beer, uneasy, suddenly in no-man's farming. Sara turned on her BM to face him.

"What did you like about, Charlie, when I was up there dancing ? I don't think it was my saltation. I'm a good dancer, but that's not it. Was it my boob ? My ass ? Or was it my kitty ? Did you like that ?"

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that turn you on, Charlie ?"

He nodded again. His turncock was hardening as she spoke.

"Am I turning you on now ?"

"Yes."

Suddenly dancing music emanated from the utterer as the next dancer made her incoming. rosebush chaparral. Charlie felt Sara's hand moorage between his legs. Her fingers surrounded his cock and rubbed it.

"Ooh, Charlie, you are turned on, aren't you ? And busty too, it feels like."

Charlie was impressed with how deftly and quickly her finger on one hand unbuckled his belt ammunition, unbuttoned his pants and opened his fly. She threaded his cock through the slit in his shorts and held it in her hand.

"You have a courteous cock, Charlie,"she said directly into his ear, and started stroking him.

Right in rhythm with the dancer on level and the music coming from the speakers, an uptempo shamble, Sara wanked Charlie's cock.

Charlie's forty-two year old weenie was having a safe old time in Sara's XXV twelvemonth old hand.

"You like this, Charlie ?"

Charlie nodded. Her lips were an column inch from his ear.

"Is this what you came for, Charlie ? Or was it something else ? Something more."

"I don't know…"

"have you thought about putting it my back talk ?"

"Ugh,"Charlie grunted. His cock was shut to erupting.

"How about my pussy, Charlie ? I'm wet, you know. Or are you an ass man ?"

Charlie groaned as his cum rose up through his shaft and Sara stroked him intemperate and fast, emptying his cock and sending his cum outward splattering over his lap and shirt.

When it was over Sara released his drain appendage and and scooped a gawk of cum off of his boxershorts with her finger. She took a preference and then put her fingertip to Charlie's mouth and rubbed it into his lips.

"I have to go back to work,"she said."See you side by side time."

Sara kissed him on the cheek and disappeared into the dressing room.

Charlie looked around the dim bar nervously. No one seemed to have noticed or cared what had just happened. He tried to discreetly put himself back together. He tucked his shirt in and buckled and zipped up. He paid his tab…outrageous, he thought…and left the bar with a doughy, sloppy passel in his pants.

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Alex was taking a hot exhibitioner. She scrubbed her body light, especially her pussy, inside and out. She noticed there was a bruise -- a hickie ! -- below her omphalus where Justin had sucked too hard. She hoped Charlie wouldn't notice. She had just gotten plate from Justin's condo, where she'd fucked him for the fifth time.

She still couldn't believe what she was doing. She was ashamed of herself on one level. Here she was having an affair, cheating on her husband of almost twenty days. Her husband would be devastated. Would he divorce her ? She didn't want that, but things between them had been strained recently. What would people say ? What would her children suppose ?

But on another stage she was kind of pleased with herself. She was 41 years old and she knew she looked unspoiled. She had a good soundbox and had kept in shape, and men appreciated a tight body with unwaveringly tits and a nice ass. She was proud of the fact that a handsome young man thirteen years her junior had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to note she liked having a new peter inside her.

Justin had been calling on the society where she worked for some time, and after a while he started flirting with her. He asked her out for a deglutition after work and hold on on asking even though she demurely declined a bit of sentence. Then one time she surprised herself and said yes.

Nothing happened that first time former than an nervous candy kiss at the end. But Alex could tell he wanted her. The ring on her bequeath hand certainly did not deter him and she knew in her philia that if he asked her again she would go to bed with him. The next calendar week Justin asked her out again. They skipped the crapulence and went to his condo and fucked.

That was five hebdomad ago. They'd fucked after piece of work on the same day each week. She knew it wouldn't stopping point and knew thing would end up awkward in the end. Justin was no great lover but it was something new and different and she found it exciting being bad.

-- --

Charlie got habitation and went into the bedroom to change. He put his soiled clothing in the dry cleaning bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't notice. He could learn her in the bathroom and thought it was a strange clock time to be taking a exhibitor. Still naked, he considered going in there and getting into the exhibitioner with her. But he didn't. It would be out of character and he was certainly that she would see through him and recognize his guiltiness and know that he'd been up to something naughty.

He told himself he would stay put away from the cartoon strip club. But he didn't.

-- --

The following week there he was again, seated at the bar. Sara smiled and gave him the eye as she did her act. She was dressed differently this fourth dimension and he watched her as she peeled off small-arm after piece until she wore nothing but a G-string the sizing of a postage stamp and two pasties on her nipples. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her sway her spread gash and dilating mother fucker in front of him with a coy smile on her face. He had his hand in his lap massaging his stiffened cock.

When her set ended Sara walked off bare. Not a minute later she walked up and sat next to him at the bar. She wore a lightweight blue sky wrap pulled tightly around her tricksy framing.

"I was hoping you'd come back,"she said, turning on her can to face him.

"Couldn't stay away. You were great. You are great."

"So tell apart me. Why did you come back ? What do you want ?"

Charlie was incoherent. He shrugged and sipped his beer.

Sara put her hand between his legs and felt his stopcock. She stroked it like she had the lastly time and felt its ruggedness overrefinement against the fabric of his pants.

"Ooh, Charlie, it looks like you really are glad to see me. What do you want me to do with this bad boy ?"She stroked it more strenuously.

He looked right into her eyes. They were all-inclusive open and looked like one shot olive dark-green kitty. She started to travel her expression toward his. He thought she was going to snog him but she didn't, she put her sassing to his right ear.

"Do you need me to give suck it ?"she asked. She didn't waiting for an answer."Because we can throw that go on, Charlie. We have private rooms in the back. You'd have to pay for it, but we could be alone. Would you like that ?"

Charlie nodded.

"Good,"Sara said."seminal fluid with me."

She took his script and led him around the bar to a locked room access. He felt like everyone was watching and his erection was sticking out like a sore quarter round. Sara punched in a code on a keypad and unlocked the room access. They walked down a short hall and then through another door into a humble room. There was a pole in the marrow and a couple of banquettes against the walls.

"Have a seat, Charlie."

Sara didn't deal around with the magnetic pole in the core of the room. But Charlie's pole was a different topic. He was going to get a lap dance without the medicine. She untied her cloak and slipped it off. She was 100 % naked underneath. She moved in and put her knees on the cushioned bench, straddling him.

She pushed her pierced nipples into his face. Charlie sucked one into his back talk and tasted her dessert and sweaty flesh along with the metallic tang of the Au gang attached. He held her naked ass in his hands as she ground her naked hill against his girded cock through the taut fabric of his trouser. Her teat hardened in his mouth and his cock pushed hard against her bald, twisting twat. Charlie switched tit and Sara pushed it into his oral fissure while she clamped her hands on the back of his oral sex and pulled it to her.

"Ah, you're dependable at that Charlie,"she said."I'm supposed to be turning you on but you're getting me all wet."

After a few minutes of that and with her mamilla hard as Super Ball Sara lowered herself and sat next to Charlie and put her hand on his cock.

"Ooh, Charlie, I think it's time let this monster out, don't you ?"

He nodded. She unbuckled his belt ammunition and opened his pant. He lifted his butt slightly and slid his pant down and over his knees and she held his stopcock in her hand. She looked into his eyes.

Then Sara did something she had never done with any guy she'd ever met at the ball club. She put her mouth on his and zoomed her tongue into his mouth.

They kissed with a locked, intense warmth and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her finale. Their sassing were meshed and their tongues explored new mouths and Sara was shocked not only by the fact she'd done it, but also by how long it went on and how much they both were into it. She'd been thinking about him the finally few 24-hour interval and had hoped he'd come back. And she knew she would see him again after this Night, but not at the guild. She was going to be his devotee. His fancy woman, his paramour, his concubine, his doxy, yell it what you will. He might be married and almost as old as her father but she wanted to get it on him, and not just once, and not just in the backroom of a landing strip club.

"Damn, you're a proficient kisser,"she said. Then she lowered her top dog into his lap and took his house, rigid dick into her mouth.

Charlie was impressed by Sara's flexibility. Her butt was seated savorless on the cushion next to him facing forward but her torso was twisted toward him and bent at the waistline and her face was in his crotch with his dick in her mouth. Charlie massaged her shoulders and upper berth back as her head bobbed up and down sucking him. He tried to swing his inwardness into her in clock time with her movements.

It was almost like his learning ability was in a trance or he was having a ambition or his tool was a character in a movie. This beautiful Young lady who used to be his babysitter days ago was now sucking his dick. And she was damn good at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to taste it and bury it. If his wife wouldn't take care of him she would. She liked the feel of his hands roaming her flesh and the passion of his cock against her natural language and the walls of her mouth. His balls were now like acorns in her mitt so she knew his horn was about to blow.

Charlie groaned loudly and deeply when he let it fly. His shaft shot current of his saved-up semen and Sara sucked it all into her lockjawed sassing. His groin vibrated throughout his eruptions but she held on until the ride was over and swallowed almost of what he gave her. Finally she lifted her top dog and looked at him. They both smiled and Charlie pulled her head to his and kissed her and she sucked his clapper into her cum-glazed mouth.

"Damn, Charlie,"she said, as she stood up.

"darn, water scooter, uh sorry, I mean Sara,"he said.

"You can anticipate me Scooter if you like."

She kicked off her bounder and then hopped up onto the cushioned work bench and stood with her denudate base on either side of him and her slit inch from his face. She looked down into his eyes.

"You like to eat pussy, Charlie ?"

He nodded and croaked an ‘ Uh Huh ’.

"Good,"she said."Eat mine."She put her glistening slice to his lips.

He licked her labia and sucked on her swollen clit. When she felt him tongue-fucking her liquidness tunnel Sara humped his facial expression up against the rampart behind his head. He spread his hired man around her buttocks as she fucked his facial expression and squeezed her ass until he felt her butt flesh ooze between his digit. Soon it was her turn to come.

"Oh screw, Charlie !"

She pounded his cheek harder with her breakwater and he dug his finger into the gap of her ass for a beneficial grip. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's face, into his mouth and dripped from his chin. She leaned hard against him in example her legs buckled. She moaned as the waves flowed out of her.

In her twenty-four hour period as a stripper as far as Sara had been volition to go with client were manus jobs and the rare blow job if the guy was attractive and she was in the mood. She never kissed the customers. And she had never had an orgasm. Now with Charlie she'd done all of it. And she decided she was going for even more. She was going to jazz him too.

She lowered herself onto her human knee facing him. Charlie kissed her with his mouth open and their tongues slithered through a long, slow dance.

"Fuck me, Charlie,"Sara said softly.

Charlie nodded. He felt her fingers on his erected turncock and her twat lowered and surrounded it. Just like that he was balls-deep into her. She put her weapon around his cervix and moved her pussy up and down and squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscle. Up and down, over and over, hugging his cock with her cunt, her dewy eyes locked onto his.

After a dyad minutes of watching Sara bounce up and down Charlie took ascendence. With his dick still embedded inside her he lifted her and pivoted their trunk around so her ass was on top of the seat back. He started fucking her up against the wall.

"Ugh…Ugh…Ugh,"Sara grunted with each dip of his cock into her."Yes, Charlie. nookie me. roll in the hay me."

Charlie banged her like he was beating on a bass voice brake drum. He felt her pussy tighten around his shaft with every stroke. He was thinking that this was a cunt he could get used to.

Sara suddenly realized they were making a lot of dissonance. She was groaning as she was getting fucked and Charlie was pounding her back into the drywall behind her and the banquette was creaking along with them. She knew she would be taking a bird from the girls because this was so out of character for her.

"I'm gon na come,"Charlie hissed into her ear, slowing down a bit.

"Yes. afford it to me,"Sara said, speeding them back up.

Charlie bellowed when he ejaculated his cream into her. As he was giving Sara the tail end of his load she moaned and bit him on the shoulder.

"I'm going to come again,"she whispered.

Charlie held her quivering eubstance as she came with a series of wobbly, wet cramp. Once she was still he pulled his stopcock out of her and stood up. His pants were a wriggle wreck around his ankles.

"So, Charlie, have you had enough scoter Pie, or would you like to see me again ?"Sara said as they dressed.

"I'd like to see you again,"he said.

"trade good, I'd like to see you too,"she said."But not here."

Sara reached into the small pocket of her wrap and pulled out a business card and handed it to him.

"My electric cell number is on this add-in,"she said."Call me."

Charlie looked at the menu."Human overhaul Counselor ?"he said.

"Yeah. fantasy give-and-take for Social Worker."

"You're a Social Worker ?"

"Yep, that's my day job. I work for the state. You didn't think I stripped for a living, did you ?"

"I had no idea."

"I do this because the money's so good. Social employment doesn't pay all that well. I'm also taking stratum working on a sea captain degree."

"Wow, you are an telling youthful dame,"Charlie said, and felt like an old fart as soon as the Book were out of his mouth.

"Thank you, Charlie,"she said, and kissed him."wait till I get you in bed."

She said she had to get back to work and left. He promised to call. He went to the residuum elbow room. He settled up his tab. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

On the drive home he felt honest from what had just happened but he also felt like a heel because he loved his wife and he had cheated on her. He didn't want to hurt Alex but he was already looking forward to getting another appreciation of Scooter Pie.

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Alex continued to ‘ work late'one night a workweek at Justin's shoes. They had their modus operandi down pat, the same dark each week. Alex would show up at the Saami metre, get undressed, neatly hang up her dress and lie in his bed. They would kiss, then she'd suck some cock, get her puss licked and get laid. They were usually done in an hour and a half.

That was the Saami Night of the workweek that Charlie would ‘ work late'at Sara's apartment. He'd usually bug out of study a little early on and go to Sara's place. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had various oils and application and candle burning in her bedroom. They'd be naked in the bed in quick fashion and they would absorb right into some kind of kinky, savage sex which would lead to loud, rhapsodic sexual climax. Then as they lay in bed resting they would talk about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to hugging and snuggling and licking and suck and it would culminate in more established piece of ass and climaxes.

The first clip at Sara's she spent the initiatory half hour sucking on his glob and playing with his SOB. With his stopcock like a hot rod in her hand and his balls swiveling in her rima oris Charlie ejaculated all over himself without even inserting it. Then she sat on his brass until she came, sucked his dick, then fucked him.

The future calendar week they did anal. The hebdomad after that Charlie got a blow job and a dildo up his ass at the same time. She licked his mother fucker ; he licked hers. There were oily massages, slick eubstance rubbing and hot candle wax sizzling on sweaty chassis. Every hebdomad was exciting and there was always a surprise.

But what Charlie began to treasure as much as the sex were their interludes. He enjoyed their conversations during the quietus time between their opening and closing turn. She was so easy to talk to and not afraid to open up. Which helped him open up.

He learned that Sara had gone to college on a scholarship and had started stripping on the weekends for spare money. She graduated with honors and then came home plate and got the job as a social worker. The pay wasn't neat so she got the job dancing at the club. She could make twice her mixer worker salary by stripping three shimmy a workweek. She was working on a masters degree in Psychology. She was epicene. Her terminal two intimate relationships before Charlie had been with women.

Charlie opened up to Sara quite a bit as well. Sara instinctively knew that his marriage must be on the fritz ; she didn't think he would be coming to her apartment to fuck her once a week otherwise. After a span months of their hebdomadal assignation Charlie was holding Sara in his arm and her header was resting on his chest when he finally told her what she already knew.

"My wife is having an affair,"he said.

"So ? That's what you're doing,"she said.

"wellspring, I mean she was having an function before I ever came to your club."

"Is that why you're fucking me ?"she asked.

There was an awkward muteness while Charlie tried to figure out what to say.

"Uh, no,"he said."At least I don't think so. I only went to that club to celebrate a ally's birthday, not expecting to find out a woman. Especially our old babysitter."

Sara squeezed Charlie's penis.

"What would she do if she knew about us, Charlie ?"

"I don't know. Depends how guilty she feels about what she's been doing, I guess."

"Do you love her ? Do you need to keep her ?"

There was another uneasy pause as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"Does she sense the Same way ?"

"I really don't know."

Sara shifted her weighting and looked at him."May I make a suggestion ? A dyad suggestions, actually."

"Sure,"he said.

"First, you need to detect out. And we have to stop. And she has to stop. If she feels the same way you do then you both have to act together to fix what is broken. I remember you and Alex as a well-chosen, beautiful mates. Do you want to get that back ?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then you need to get busy. I like fucking you, Charlie, but I never expected it to last. I figured maybe you guys were through, but if you're not I don't want to be responsible for keeping you apart."

Charlie shook his head and laughed. He kissed her on the forehead.

"So this is what it's like to be in bed with a psychologist !"he laughed."Constantly being analyzed."

"You should bring her to the order,"Sara said.

"Yeah, right,"Charlie said.

"No, I'm grave,"she said."It happens a lot. Couples are in a rut, they come in together, get a secret show, watch each other getting off and then all of the sudden they're in love and fucking like coney again."

"You kidding me ?"

"Nope."

Charlie was getting hard again. He kissed Sara, and she kissed him back, but in a way it was a kiss goodbye. He put his hand between her legs but she brushed it away.

"What's the topic ? You got me horny for some more water scooter Pie."

"Go home, Charlie,"she said."Your day of remembrance is coming up in a few workweek. If you want to stay together, get to forge. Bring her to the nine and all three of us will get off."

-- --

Charlie got home earlier than usual. Alex was already home and settled on the sofa in the sept room. She had a book in her hand, a deglutition on the table and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove.

Charlie didn't know that Alex had ended her matter the hebdomad before. She and Justin had been in mid-fuck in his bed when a weirdo woman started banging on his front door and screaming and cursing. She was calling him a bastard and a liar and a shithead and a no-good prick loud sufficiency for the whole building and half the neighborhood to get word. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to bar. So they threw on some clothes and Justin answered the threshold. The char ranted and raved and screamed at both of them, called Alex a loose woman and a whore and asked Justin if she was the early hook up with cunt he was fucking. The woman picked up lamps and various items and started throwing them around the animation room. Good old Justin had been screwing this womanhood every calendar week on a unlike night. Alex told Justin to go bonk himself and got out of there pretty damn quick before the cops showed up.

Charlie walked into the family room and sat on a chair facing his wife.

"You're household already. You didn't have to work late ?"

"No. Hopefully I won't have to put in the extra hours for a spell,"Alex said.

Charlie nodded his head."What are you reading ?"he asked.

"Library record book,"she said."An old Pat Conroy."

"Ah. So,"he said, and cleared his pharynx."William Tell me something. Did you end it, or did he ?"

Alex's face shriveled and saddened and she exploded into tears. She sobbed uncontrollably for several arcminute and cried ‘ I'm so gloomy'and ‘ I hate myself'a couple dozen times. When her crying was reduced to a whine Charlie got up and sat beside her on the lounge. He put his arm around her and pulled her stopping point. Her weeping soaked into his shirt.

"It's okay,"he said.

"No, it isn't,"she said."I'm such a tramp."

"You are not,"he said."You made a error. Everybody does."

"How did you know ?"

"It was a hunch. Things have been off between us for a while, we've been kind of distant, you were coming home late. It added up."

"I'm so sorry, Charlie. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Do you still love me ?"he asked.

"Oh, yes,"Alex said, and sat up and looked at him."You still love me, don't you ?"

"Yes, very a good deal. And I don't want to miss you."

They kissed. It was a kiss like they hadn't shared for a while and their lingua loitered in their mouths.

"I haven't exactly been an angel lately either,"Charlie said.

They proceeded to induce one of the most versed conversations they'd had in days. There was plenty of bother to go around for both of them but as they cleansed their moral sense they opened the doors to a tonic start.

Alex told Charlie about how it had started. Justin was young and handsome and he would come into the office and hit on her. She was now in her forties and it felt upright to be wanted by a guy still in his 1920s. She had been flattered but still turned him down many times. Until one clip she said okay, she'd have a drink with him after workplace. And one matter led to another and they were having an liaison. It really meant nil and wasn't meant to last. And then she finds out the son-of-a-bitch is fucking at least one other married char at the Sami time.

Charlie told Alex about the birthday political party for Karl. They'd taken him to a strip club because Karl is into that scene. They hung out a while and as they were leaving he'd noticed that the dancer that had just come on point looked familiar but he could not recall from where or when he knew her. Then it came to him. He went back on his own, the first of all fourth dimension he'd ever set foot in a billet like that without a group of guys. He talked to her. It wasn't intended, but it happened.

"You had an amour with a stripteaser ? And it's somebody you knew ? Who is this chick ?"Alex asked.

"It's person we both know,"Charlie said.

"Huh ? Who is it ?"

"I'm not going to order you. But I will show you."

"What are you talking about ?"

"I want to take away you to the club. She'll saltation for us. You know, a private show."

"Are you crazy ?"

"Still crazy after all these age,"he said."About you."

They kissed again, another diffused, recollective one. Charlie loved spirit and tasting her mouth again.

"volition you go with me ?"

"You mean you're really not going to distinguish me who it is ?"

"I want you to see her do her matter. You won't believe it."

Alex smiled and shook her head.

"wellspring, since we are being so open and close tonight, I don't want to give an line. So I guess I will go,"she said. She smiled and hugged him close.

"How long has it been since we made love on a couch ?"Charlie asked, after a moment of silence.

"God, I don't know,"Alex laughed."Years."

They were soon making out and their clothing came off a piece at a time. Then they were naked and their dress were in a heap on the forest floor and they had sex on the sofa. Although it may hold lacked the kinky abandon Charlie had enjoyed lately, it felt like a long-awaited welcome-home party to him. He luxuriated in the familiar smell of Alex and the taste and feel of her hide and her curve ball and her sweaty flesh and the zest of her pussycat and the snugness of her lips around his cock, and remembered all the reasons he'd fallen in love with her twenty-some years before.

-- --

The next day Charlie called Sara and set up a private political party for the three of them.

"Are you looking forward to it, Charlie ?"

"Yes, very often so."

"Is Alex looking forward to it ?"

"I think so. I hope so."

"I hope so too. Because I am."

-- --

"What should I bear ?"Alex had asked Charlie.

"Whatever you like. Wear something sexy and well-heeled,"he answered.

It was Fri after work. Charlie came habitation and grabbed a beer and waited for Alex as she showered and changed clothes. Charlie was not thwarted when she appeared. She had on her aphrodisiac black apparel that showed off her foresighted ramification and slim physique and its decollete top did the same for her top half. The soft, black fabric subtly outlined the perky contour line of her bra-less tits.

"shit, I think I might have to scratch tonight. stay home and rip your clothes off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his blazonry. She smelled not bad. It was a fruity fragrance he'd given her on her last birthday.

"Uh uh, down boy, that'll have to hold off till we get back. I'm too rummy about what you have in store for us,"she said.

"I don't know exactly what is in fund for us, but I don't think we'll be disappointed,"he said.

They were rather subdued during the drive to the social club and Alex seemed concerned when they crossed into the former, seedier part of the city.

"Where are you taking me ?"

"We're almost there,"Charlie said."Just relax."

-- --

They walked into the club hand-in-hand and stopped just inside the threshold to survey the place. The marijuana cigarette was already jumping with the Fri after-work gang. Most table were filled and music was cranking. They found butt at the bar and Charlie ordered a beer for himself and a white wine for Alex. He mentioned to the barkeeper that they had a arriere pensee for the gage room, and gave him his name.

On the stage before them a skinny young lady was almost down to her birthday cause. She didn't have much up top but had a skillful ass and was swinging it pretty proficient. She seemed to take particular observance of Alex, and was looking right at her and smiling when she peeled off her thong. She started humping in their counselling with her naked kidnapping and then spread it open for them with her fingers.

"Oh My God !"Alex said.

The girl turned around and jutted her ass out in their direction and winked her mother fucker at them a few times.

"Oh My God !"Alex said again.

A Whitney Moore Young Jr. red-header tapped Charlie on the berm and said to follow her. They grabbed their drinks and were led through the door and down the hall to the Lapp common soldier elbow room he'd been to previously. taper emanated a soft glow around the room and cushy, soggy music was playing.

"Have a seat, make yourselves comfy. Lexi will be with you shortly,"redheaded woodpecker said."Enjoy."

"Lexi ?"Alex whispered, as they sat in the banquette.

"Sexy Lexi,"Charlie said."phase name."

"This is so weird,"she said. She sat close and hugged his arm.

"Just relax, go with it. You look fucking capital. You already had the dancer on the stage hot for you."

"Oh, please…"

"I'm serious."

The doorway opened and Sara walked in and across the small-scale way. She turned the music up slightly and turned to face them. She wore a turquoise wrap that was layered around her lean, foxy bod. She kicked off her heels. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the pole in the midpoint of the elbow room and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

"sea scooter ?"Alex blurted, and turned to her husband."You had an intimacy with scoter ?"

"She sent me domicile to you, Honey."

"I had to. He loves you, Alex. He told me so."

Scooter spun around the celestial pole a distich times and then acrobatically leaped up human foot first and scissored her leg around the terminal and twirled around upside down before throwing her wooden leg over her head and landing upright on her feet, facing them.

"You didn't come here tonight to see me screw a terminal, did you ?"Scooter said. She stood immediately in front line of them as she shucked the wrap off of her body and tossed it at the rod. She wore a short, silken black bird and a silky mordant bra.

"Who wants a lap dance ?"she said.

"Charlie,"Alex said.

"Are you going to watch, Alex ? Or are you going to participate ?"

"I like to check,"Alex said.

Scooter sidled over directly in front of Alex."Do me favor, would you ? Unbutton my skirt."

She turned to her leftfield. There were three low buttons on her right hip. Alex looked at Scooter tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the skirt and handed it to her. A flimsy inglorious thong barely covered her sex. Scooter tossed the skirt at the pole and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his cock with her pussy and jab her boob in his face.

Charlie's cock was hard and he pushed it into Sara's grinding groin as he sucked on her pierced mamilla through the lose weight fabric of her bra. She held his head in her paw as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took nipple and gold ring into his oral fissure. Alex watched in awe as her husband sucked like a thirsty camel on the stripper well's tits.

"Ooh, that feels good, Charlie,"Sara said.

She leaned toward Alex with her arm around Charlie's head. Her other hand went onto the nates on the other English of Alex for support.

"Unhook me, Alex."

Alex reached behind Sara and unhooked her bra. She threw it in the focus of the pole.

"Thank you,"Sara said to Alex. Then she kissed her.

Alex hesitated at first but Sara's tongue was forceful and she opened her lip to accept it. She was not accustomed to kissing other women and had not come to the club expecting to be french-kissing their old sitter, but watching her husband sucking this attractive young cleaning woman's tits had been a turn-on.

"Don't be shy, Alex,"Sara said."You look way too fucking hot to be shy."They kissed again.

This time there was no faltering. Alex went with it, her lips eagerly opened for business enterprise and her tongue twirled in Sara's mouth. With a mouthful of nipple and gold Charlie watched them and tried not to smile.

Alex put her arm around Sara and rubbed her spinal column as they kissed. Charlie played with the lash shoulder strap that was sunken in the whirl of Sara's ass. He put his other helping hand between her leg. Her thong was damp. Sara arced her cunt into his hand.

Charlie stopped sucking tit long enough to pull Sara's thong down to her knees. She was now naked in their overlap. He inserted two fingers into her slit and two fingerbreadth into her asshole and started finger-fucking her from both focusing. It was easy because her asshole had already been lubed. Sara moaned but kept kissing his wife. He went back to tit sucking.

"Ah, Charlie's in my ass already,"Sara said, and gnashed her arsehole on his fingers."Your husband loves my ass."Then she slid the straps of Alex's dress off of her shoulders so her mamilla were exposed.

Alex jabbered a squeaky sigh when Sara licked her defenseless nipple, and then another when she sucked it into her mouth. Charlie took his left deal away from Sara's crotch and scooted himself closer to Alex and as soon as he was close enough his wife sucked his clapper into her rima oris. All three consistency were a propensity, twisted build on the bench : Charlie passionately kissing his wife while she was having her tits sucked by a foxy Whitney Young lady who had his fingers up her ass. Meanwhile, Charlie's compacted egotistic dick was dying to get out of his pants.

Sara's lips and glossa and teeth paraded over Alex's tit, which were now hardened nuggets in her oral fissure. She put her hired man between her wooden leg and up under her dress and found that Alex's panties were wet.

"Ooh, somebody's ready,"Sara said. She scooted down onto her knees in strawman of the seat.

She lifted the hem of the garb up, yanked Alex's soaked panties to the side and licked her drippy twat.

"Oh My God !"Alex slurred, with her husband's mouthpiece covering hers.

Sara drove her unharmed face into Alex's cut, ramming her tongue into her outdoors bowl and chomping on her mature tamale. Alex leaned her slit toward the source of her pleasure.

Charlie had his wife's spit in his mouthpiece and her breast in his hand when he felt Sara's hand start rubbing his inflate cock. It was time to let his buck out of the barn. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. His cock sprung out and upward like the needle on a magnetic scope six blocks from the Frederick North Pole. Sara stroked it as she continued chowing down on Alex's saturated muff. Alex put her hand on Sara's and they jerked him together.

Alex's body shimmied and she emitted a shrill moan.

"Oh, shit !"she said.

"What's the matter ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's clit several firm sucks before she sprayed. Charlie felt his married woman's script tighten around his cock as she came, and she moaned and her body shook as her pussy let loose. Her cum covered Sara's aspect in a outpouring like Charlie couldn't recall.

"Oh, God, sea scooter, I'm sorry,"Alex said.

"Sorry ? Sorry for what ? That was fantastic, that's what we're here for. What's wrong, don't you do girls ?"

"I do now,"Alex said, and pulled Sara's head up to hers and kissed her like it was the most lifelike thing she'd ever done. Charlie watched their foresighted buss, and his boner, with Alex's hired hand still wrapped around it, waited patiently.

"You and me are having all the fun,"Sara said."Wan na suck some cock ?"

Alex said yes and they both got up and yanked off Charlie's trouser and shoes. Then they knelt on the floor in front of him. His cock stood tumid like a guided missile ready to blast off.

Sara was first. She licked his tool and took his peter into her mouth, then Alex took a turn, and they went back and forth a few times. Then Sara took the whole damn thing into her mouth and throat.

"Oh, wow,"Alex said when his prick disappeared. Then she took his cock and did almost as well, took almost of it before she gagged.

Charlie sat back moaning and groaning as Alex sucked his tool and Sara teabagged his balls. He knew he would come in a New York Minute and he did. He shot his load into Sara's lip, and she held on for all of it, and then with a mouthful kissed Alex and jettisoned her tongue into her mouth. He smiled at the sight of his wife and his ex-mistress french-kissing with his cum seeping from between their lips.

His cock didn't get practically of a geological fault, though. Charlie ate a duet pussies and then he was capable to stick his shaft into both as well as the girls sat side-by-side making out. And the grand piano finale was sublime. He fucked his married woman doggy-style while she had her brass in Sara's crotch eating motor scooter Pie. Sara just looked at him with a dreamy smile on her grimace until she came.

-- --

When the show was over Sara kissed them both goodbye, picked up her clothing and was gone. Charlie and Alex took a couple minutes to get dressed and then both went to the restrooms. Their plumbery had a few leaks.

On the drive home they held paw ; They couldn't think the last clock time they'd done that. Back at the house they showered together ; They couldn't think the last time they'd done that. And they fucked in the cascade ; They couldn't remember when they'd finis done that, either.

They drank wine and ordered Taiwanese food for thought to be delivered. As they ate dinner they talked about their nighttime. Charlie told her how turned-on he had been watching her getting it on with Sara, kissing and eating pussy. Alex said she got off on seeing him fucking and eating Sara, too. Charlie asked her if she'd like to do it again sometime. She said maybe she would.

They went to bed horny as hell. Alex had some unfinished patronage. She wanted to render her ass to Charlie just like Sara had.

-- --

Sara had been right. Their crazy three-party night had ignited their sex life to a new elevation. They were both grateful to bear each other back. No sneaking around, no Trygve Lie, no feigning. Alex had a refreshing, new desire to suck Charlie's stopcock and have it up the ass. Charlie wanted to fuck her, eat her pussy and thrash her ass all the prison term. They were hungry for each former again. They made plans.

But Alex took something else away from that night, too. Sex with Sara had been brand new and exciting. Her coming when Sara was going down on her was one of the most volatile ones she'd ever had. And eating her pussy ! It was her first sentence but she knew what to do. And she wanted to do it some more. She could close her eye and breathe in and smell out Sara's Delicious cunt.

Over the following hebdomad Charlie and Alex were insatiable, sex became persona of their day, like eating dinner or brushing their teeth. But Alex was checking out former fair sex too, watching them, taking in their bender, wondering what it would be like with them. Would they be up for it ? But she wouldn't get it on how to go up it and she didn't want to have a mystical social occasion with a woman. No, if she was going to lie with charwoman, it would hold to be with Charlie. Or at least with his consent.

-- --

Their lines of communication had never been better. Alex and Charlie had both briefly strayed, but they had come back together unassailable than ever. Their sex was more than intense and more often than ever, and they agreed that their experience with Sara was massive in contributing to their newfound togetherness and might even have saved their marriage. They agreed they should come up with a way to prove their gratitude.

"She's a nether region of a social prole, in more direction than one,"Charlie had said.

Alex couldn't shake the computer storage of the inflammation she'd felt when Sara was licking her and eating her and sucking her and the sudden fierceness with which she had come. She knew she had to get another woman down there. She wanted some pussy and found herself checking out womanhood she'd see everyday.

For their anniversary Alex and Charlie went away for a week to a holiday resort down by the coast. Celebrating twenty years of a successful marriage…except for a few weeks there when they both went sideways before getting back on path. Whenever they weren't in the room fucking they were out by the syndicate or in the couch or on the priming where they would be checking out all the charwoman. Alex was starting to get cross-eyed from staring at so many crotches.

The following week Alex called Sara's cell phone. It went to voicemail so she left a content asking her to call in. The next day Sara called back. They said their hellos and then Alex got to the purpose of her call.

"Sara, I called to say ‘ Thank You ’. Charlie and I agree that the night with you was amazing and has had a fundamental gist on both of us. We might get lost our way a little bit but we are back on track now, a good deal thanks to you. We are so close again, in and out of bed."

"That's skilful, happy to find out it,"Sara said.

"Anyway, we'd like to exact you out to dinner. To abide in touch, and to say Thank You."

"Oh, Alex, that's not necessary."

"But we'd like to. To verbalize our gratitude. You helped to save our marriage, we believe that. And if we can ever do anything to repay you, you just have to ask and we will be felicitous to."

There was a pause on the production line while Sara hesitated, thinking about the invitation. There had been recent changes in her life that Alex didn't know about.

"Okay, let's."Sara said."I'd love to."She was thinking it might be a estimable time to ask them to devolve the party favour if they were good about it.

"Great !"Alex said enthusiastically."It will be dainty to see you again."

They set the date for two weeks hence.

-- --

Charlie had made a reservation at a riverfront restaurant that was highly-rated and known for steaks and seafood. Alex wore her hottest, sexiest jumpsuit that showed off her cleavage and her form, hoping Sara would notice. She had no estimation how the night was going to turn out, but if the chance for another threesome presented itself, she would be ready.

Alex and Charlie got there other and were seated at a selection John Wilkes Booth with a river view. They told the server they were waiting on one to a greater extent and place drinks. They had just taken their firstly sips of their cocktails when Sara entered the room.

She looked dissimilar than she had at the strip society, but stunning nonetheless. Tight Negroid wench, red silky top that clung to her, golden-brown legs with well-defined calves. Her blond hair had a new wave and was freshly-cut, barely reaching her chin.

Alex was relieved when Sara didn't hesitate to immediately embrace and kiss them both before taking her fundament and ordering a gin tonic. There was small talk at first : You look bang-up, so do you, how have you been, this billet is great, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The server returned and they ordered a second base round and placed their dinner gild. Then Sara redirected the conversation.

"I quit stripping,"Sara said.

Alex and Charlie's eyes popped and their jaws dropped. They were too surprise to say anything.

"There's a man in my animation,"Sara continued."Or back in my living, I should say. An old beau from college, we went together for two twelvemonth. Arlo. Very effective kinship, we loved each other. But he had a little problem with the bi- thing, which he's gotten past, but he had a larger problem with my stripping. We broke up. He graduated and went off to aesculapian school.

"The night the three of us shared at the order, that was a first for me. I know I was a stripteaser for several years, but I was not a cocotte. All I ever did were lap dances and hand jobs. Until that night with you two, I had never kissed a man or a woman from the club, I had never fucked a man or a charwoman from the ball club, and I had never had an orgasm with a man or woman from the club."

Sara drained her gin and soda water. The refills came and no one rundle while they waited.

"I learned something from you that night. I was turned on and I went with it. But the sex was only part of it. I was turned on because you two were so into each former. I remembered how hot and felicitous you looked when I used to babysit for you. And you went through a rough patch but Charlie didn't hesitate when I asked him if he loved you and wanted to keep you, and that Night it was obvious how much you love and care about each other. I admired it and I envied it. But it inspired me. After that night I thought about Arlo and what we once had, and whether we could still suffer it. I got up the nerve and contacted him. He still loves me. I still love him."

Sara paused and sipped her fresh drink. Charlie and Alex were speechless.

"So anyway,"Sara continued."You said that if there was anything you could do for me, to ask, right ?"

Alex said yes, that was confessedly, and Charlie echoed her.

"Here's the thing,"Sara said, and took another sip."As I said, Arlo's okay with me being bi-, in fact he'd like to see me with another charwoman, and participate. We've talked about bringing another charwoman into our bed. And now, Arlo is very bi-curious himself ; and I have to intromit I wouldn't mind seeing him with another man…and participating, which would imply bringing another man into our bed.

So I thought, why not bolt down two birds with one I. F. Stone ? Four way, full phase of the moon swap. But it would have to be with a match we are attracted to and can entrust. That's where you two come in."

Sara sat back while she let those conclusion words sink in. She looked across the mesa. Alex had a shy, subtle smile on her aspect. Charlie looked like a cervid in the headlights. Alex turned to Charlie.

"I'd be up for it. What do you believe, Hon,"she said. She was thinking about getting into Sara's knickers again, not to mention the bonus action.

"I don't know…"he said slowly.

"What's the matter, Charlie ?"Sara said softly."Think of the possibilities. You'd get to see me and Alex going at it again, I know that turns you on. I get hot just thinking about it. And you would be able to make your way with two wily peeress at the same clip, properly Alex ?"

"Right. Sounds like a hot time to me. Charlie gets to observe his married woman with another woman ; I get to view my hubby with another man."She squeezed his hand under the table.

"I don't know,"Charlie said again."I don't know anything about that…"

"What's the big batch, Charlie ?"Sara cooed, leaning close."Just go with it. Arlo just wants to see what it's like to suck in a peter, Charlie. You let me draw it, Alex sucks it."

"I know, but that's a little different."

"What's the difference ? If it feels good, who cares ? You got turned on watching Alex and me. Now you have a prospect to turn over us on."

"Why don't we do this,"Alex said."Why don't you and Arlo come over to our house. We'll relax, have a couple deglutition, sports meeting Arlo and see what happens."

They agreed to the plan and scheduled the get-together for the following Sat evening. Alex figured she had nearly a week to get Charlie primed and ready.

They said goodnight in the parking lot. When the girls were kissing goodbye Alex whispered something into Sara's ear."Don't worry, I'll oeuvre on him,"she said.

-- --

When they got home and inside their movement room access Alex kissed Charlie and told him to go get naked and lie on the bed. She said she was going to give him a blowjob and would be there in a minute.

She went into the kitchen and opened the icebox. She pulled out the crisper drawer and found a large, even-shaped courgette, eight inch long. She went to the sleeping accommodation. She could hear Charlie peeing in the master bathroom so she put the squash on the end table, undressed and lay on the bed. Charlie was naked when he came out of the bathroom and got into bed beside her. Immediately they started kissing and Alex's hand made a beeline for Charlie's stopcock. She massaged his testicle and lightly caressed his putz and within a minute he was rock-solid.

"I'm going down on you now,"she said."Watch."

down she went. She kissed it, licked it and took it in her mouth. She stuck her finger in her puss and swished it around, then glided it into his asshole. She sucked him as she reamed him from behind.

Charlie moaned and swung his meat into her oral fissure in sync with the finger's breadth throbbing his ass. After a couple hour of moaning and boning Charlie came, and Alex sucked it in as it pressured its way out of him.

Alex lay back beside him and reached for the zucchini.

"What's that for ?"Charlie asked.

"Practice,"she said.

She lowered it to her pussy and jammed it inside. She stroked it in and out of her a routine of clock time, sighing with each plunge. Then she took it out, raised it to her face and sucked the length of it into her oral fissure, in then out, various times. Charlie watched her with a smirk on his face. She rammed it back into her puss and spun it around, getting it good and wet and funky. She handed it to Charlie.

"You try it,"she said.

He laughed but went along. He sucked a couple inches into his mouth and pulled it out. Alex egged him on and he did it again, then again. He had a big mouth so to the highest degree of the courgette had disappeared behind his lips.

"Oh, that's hot. You're going to do ticket,"she said.

She lowered it again to her slit and shoved it in several in. The bulk of the veggie protruded from her twat.

"Turn me on, Charlie,"she said."sucking it. Take it out with your teeth."

Charlie shook his head word and laughed. She pushed him in that direction. He swiveled down and around so his face was between her thighs and looked up at her and laugh again.

"Go ahead,"Alex said."Make my day."

She watched Charlie spread his rima oris panoptic and wrap his lips around her right extremity, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Sat night.

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