SCOOTER PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the country social club after a Sabbatum afternoon round of golf with his buddies Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the club lounge after playing xviii trap but this day was a little dissimilar. It was Karl's fortieth birthday and he had just recently separated from his second wife so the guys decided that on this day the nineteenth hole would be at a strip club on the former face of Town. Across the tracks. The red light territorial dominion. boob City.

Charlie was definitely up for it because he and his wife Alex had been in a rut lately and she had already told him that she was going out with a acquaintance. They were both now over twoscore themselves and affair had been tense between them recently. He thought it sadly ironic that now that their two kids were finally out of the nest and off to college and they would finally sustain the house to themselves, is the time when they would be having marital difficulties. Their next wedding anniversary would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still slim and well-kept and in fantabulous condition, a handsome match in almost anyone's estimate, he didn't feel like they would have much to celebrate.

Willy labour them all to the club in his car because he wasn't that big a drinker. He'd have a couple twinkle beers and then interchange to Diet Coke. It took them about a half time of day to get there. The night club was wickedness inside with strobe light lights flashing and medicine pounding. The spot was only about half-full, so they took a mesa close to the stage and track, which the long bar curved around. There was a cute black girl with a bubble butt grinding inverted on a pole not ten feet in front of them. Another caramel cutie appeared out of thin air at their board and they proceeded to order overpriced drinks.

Charlie was out of his constituent but Karl and Duke were right in the middle of theirs. They were hooting and hollering in no metre and soon were shoving bills into G-string. The black dancer came to the board and Willy told her it was Karl's birthday. That got her a hindquarters at the table and a big tip and Karl got a handwriting job under the table.

The next dancer hit the point to ZZ Top, a petite brunet with huge teat and enough eye makeup to choke off a camelopard. She did her set, shaking her booty and her dumbbell at top speeding and getting quite a climb from the client.

The next girl was a Aythya americana with long legs and six in heels. She humped the pole for a while then faced away from them and bent over forward as she took off her beady bird, which was about three in long, and then her thong. They watched her asshole open as wide as a silverish dollar bill and then close tight, and she did this over and over as the Guy cheered. Then she turned around to look them and did the Same thing with her twat.

Then a weedy Asian girl appeared…evidently the baseball club believed in variety…and she was incredibly lithe and elastic. She contorted herself in diverse way of life, like those junky in the circus, fingering herself and sticking a dildo up her ass, and rubbed oil all over her teat and licked it off with her tongue.

All this time the boy were enjoying the ladies, putting away drinks and throwing away money. After almost three hours they finally realized they had better wrap affair up. The blank space was filling up and it was getting toward Sat night. As they were settling up their tab a new fille came to the stage.

She was blond. Twenty-something, tall and lose weight athletic body, tan, toned weapon and legs, and tight defined abs. Her hair's-breadth was a medium-length bob parted kind of in the heart and wrapped around her aphrodisiacal luxuriously cheeks. All of her fingers and toes were polished red, matching her puffy brim. She used every inch of the small stage and moved with a smooth physical grace. A glistening, transparent net draped her upper berth body covering her lean outfit. She tore off the net with her dentition as she sashayed around above them.

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

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Charlie went home in an lush fog. Alex wasn't home yet, which was a undecomposed affair since he was blasted. He washed and flossed and brushed, took four Bayer and got into bed.

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

Alex came home. Charlie said Hi when she entered the chamber, but didn't say anything else because he didn't want to slur his words. But he was pretty sure she was half-lit too by how loud and bunglesome she was as she got fix for bed. By the clip she climbed in beside him he was nodding off and thinking about the young blond again.

He slept soundly straight through the night. When he awoke early in the first light his headway was clear again. As he stood in movement of the bathroom mirror brushing his dentition it came to him in a flash lamp. He knew who the Loretta Young blonde terpsichorean was.

She was Scooter.

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Her real name was Sara. Everyone called her scoter because when she was a teenager she was often seen riding her motor water scooter. She would ride it everywhere, to school, to the community pool, to the commonwealth night club, to her jobs. Charlie, in fact just about any healthy Male, would stop in his raceway when scooter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a Bikini with her long blonde hair trailing in the wind instrument behind her. She was a popular, pretty, acrobatic young lady with an exceptional organic structure. As a teenager she was on the swimming and plunge teams at the high school and had been a terpsichore student as well.

Scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two nipper were Young. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few years sr. than Charlie and Alex and lived a few stoppage away. They all knew each other from the country club and Charlie had played golf game with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about scooter for age. The lastly he had heard she had graduated high school near the top of her class and had gone off to college on a encyclopedism. But that had been six or seven year ago.

But now he couldn't get the image of her out of his intellect. What a beautiful young lady she had become. She was in her mid-twenties now, and her torso, 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 properly after she'd started and missed her act. He would have to rectify that.

-- --

Charlie went back to the landing strip club one evening the following hebdomad. The place wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a brace fille do their acts. He made small talking with the bartender a couple of sentence but he didn't ask questions about the terpsichorean because he didn't want to seem like a lecher. He did casually say to him, ‘ Hey, I was in here live 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 Night. Comes in at six ’.

Tomorrow nighttime it is, Charlie thought.

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The side by side day Charlie told his wife he'd be late, he had a meeting after oeuvre. Not a lie, he thought. He wasn't sure why he wanted to go see Sara, or what he expected from her. But thing were weird at home, so what the hell. He already knew she was a hot, aphrodisiacal fox. He wanted to see her show. See her strip. See her tits and ass.

At a trivial after six he strode into the club. It was early so the topographic point was pretty absolutely. He sat on a stool at the almost-empty bar and the bartender brought him the same beer he'd ordered the nighttime before and then disappeared. A blackness chick was doing a mambo on the microscope stage. Charlie noticed a man and a woman at the far end of the bar who both seemed to be getting into her.

"Hey Sara,"the bartender 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-place Nox 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."

"okey, I'll go next."She turned to a strawberry-haired bonce rod to her right."That okeh with you, Tiff ?"

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

Charlie was enjoying watching the dark sum cook on the stage in movement of him. She danced like she was in the Soul Train finals and rock her ass a mile-a-minute. Her kitty was Brobdingnagian. He was in a enchantment staring at it when the bartender returned.

"Your young woman is on next,"he said.

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

He watched the relief of the dancer's set and then watched her retrieve her heels and apparel and slip offstage. She reappeared on the trading floor shortly thereafter and started working the match 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 bit later a sultry swampy groove suddenly kicked out of the sound system and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore heels and her long legs were sheathed in shiny red slacks with a nonexistent genitals, making her dark thong plainly visible. Up top she wore a lean waistcoat that matched her red trouser, and underneath it a black bikini top that matched her flip-flop. The flimsy net covered all the goodies.

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

He watched her prance around and hump the pole and chew on the net until she ripped it open and he could hear the Velcro screech as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her waistcoat. She humped the pole a few more times and did a split on the level and rolled over on her knees and set backwards all the way. Her pussy was just a few feet in front of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her minuscule black-market bottomland.

She had a besotted tummy with a fluent shank bangle wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her navel point. She continued her sexy, slimy dance, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her inglorious top displaying her perky tanned tits with ringing in her mammilla and she swung her breasts and fondled them. Then finally off came her thong and Charlie watched for the side by side few minutes as Sara danced for him, and swung her hips for him, and rotated her hairless groin for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her buttocks for him, and winked her arse at him.

When the euphony stopped and the show was over, Sara gathered up her mixed garments and ran off the level naked. Charlie looked up and the bartender was smiling at him.

Not long after Sara slid onto to the stool next to him. She wore her crotchless red pants and the black thong and bikini top.

"Hi, Mister Charlie,"she said.

"Hi, ice yacht, 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 public figure around here : Sexy Lexi, Randy Brandy, Franny Fox, Lily lush. I haven't heard Scooter for years. I drive a car nowadays."

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

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

"Just ring me Charlie,"he said.

"Okay, Charlie. I saw you in here net Sat with your Quaker. I didn't think you recognized me."

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

The barkeep appeared before them.

"Buy me a crapulence and I can hang out with you for a short spell,"she said into his ear.

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

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

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

"I'm doing okay. Work and play golf game. The minor are away at college."

"Wow, that's hard to believe. They were such little hombre when I used to babysit them. How's Miss Alex doing ?"

"She's okay too, I guess."

"Does she roll in the hay you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

"Don't headache, I won't William Tell. Do you ever see my father at the country club ?"

"Once in a while."

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

Their conversation paused while the bartender delivered their drinks.

"So. What's a nice guy like you doing in a stead 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 urine."Did you like watching me dance ? Or seeing me defenseless ? Or is there something else ?"

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

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

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

"sexual climax in a chemical group 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 deglutition from his beer, uneasy, suddenly in no-man's land. Sara turned on her dejection to face him.

"What did you like most, Charlie, when I was up there dancing ? I don't think it was my dancing. I'm a unspoilt social dancer, but that's not it. Was it my tits ? My ass ? Or was it my pussy ? Did you like that ?"

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that go you on, Charlie ?"

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

"Am I turning you on now ?"

"Yes."

Suddenly dance music emanated from the speakers as the next social dancer made her ingress. rosiness Bush. Charlie felt Sara's helping hand slip between his branch. Her finger's breadth surrounded his cock and rubbed it.

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

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

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

Right in calendar method of birth control with the dancer on stage and the euphony coming from the talker, an uptempo shuffle, Sara wanked Charlie's cock.

Charlie's forty-two year old wiener was having a good old time in Sara's XXV year old hand.

"You like this, Charlie ?"

Charlie nodded. Her sassing were an inch from his ear.

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

"I don't know…"

"rich person you thought about putting it my mouth ?"

"Ugh,"Charlie grunted. His cock was close down 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 putz and Sara stroked him hard and truehearted, emptying his putz and sending his semen outward splattering over his lap and shirt.

When it was over Sara released his drained member and and scooped a stumblebum of cum off of his boxershorts with her finger. She took a gustatory sensation and then put her fingertip to Charlie's mouthpiece and rubbed it into his lips.

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

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

Charlie looked around the dim bar nervously. No one seemed to take 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 miry, loose-fitting mess in his pants.

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Alex was taking a hot shower bath. She scrubbed her body clean, especially her pussy, inside and out. She noticed there was a contusion -- a hickie ! -- below her belly button where Justin had sucked too hard. She hoped Charlie wouldn't observation. She had just gotten home from Justin's condominium, where she'd fucked him for the fifth part meter.

She still couldn't believe what she was doing. She was ashamed of herself on one storey. Here she was having an affair, cheating on her husband of almost XX old age. Her husband would be devastated. Would he divorce her ? She didn't want that, but affair between them had been strained recently. What would people say ? What would her nipper recall ?

But on another stage she was kind of pleased with herself. She was xli age old and she knew she looked skillful. She had a good eubstance and had kept in figure, and men appreciated a cockeyed dead body with unfluctuating tits and a nice ass. She was proud of the fact that a handsome young man 13 old age her junior had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to advert she liked having a new cock inside her.

Justin had been calling on the company where she worked for some time, and after a while he started flirting with her. He asked her out for a drink after oeuvre and keep on on asking even though she demurely declined a number of times. Then one time she surprised herself and said yes.

Nothing happened that first time other than an awkward kiss at the end. But Alex could distinguish he wanted her. The ring on her give hand certainly did not deter him and she knew in her affection 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 drinks and went to his condo and fucked.

That was five weeks ago. They'd fucked after work on the like day each week. She knew it wouldn't last and knew things would end up awkward in the end. Justin was no dandy lover but it was something new and unlike and she found it exciting being bad.

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Charlie got home base and went into the sleeping accommodation to change. He put his grime vesture in the dry cleanup bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't notice. He could pick up her in the bathroom and thought it was a foreign prison term to be taking a shower. Still naked, he considered going in there and getting into the exhibitioner with her. But he didn't. It would be out of eccentric and he was for certain that she would see through him and accredit his guilt and eff that he'd been up to something naughty.

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

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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 sentence and he watched her as she peeled off objet d'art after composition until she wore naught but a G-string the size of a stamp stamp and two pasties on her tit. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her sway her open gash and dilating arsehole in front of him with a coy grin on her face. He had his helping hand in his lap massaging his stiffened cock.

When her set ended Sara walked off naked. Not a minute later she walked up and sat following to him at the bar. She wore a lightweight blue wrap pulled tightly around her sly frame.

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

"Couldn't remain away. You were big. You are great."

"So secern me. Why did you come in back ? What do you want ?"

Charlie was tongue-tied. He shrugged and sipped his beer.

Sara put her hand between his legs and felt his tool. She stroked it like she had the death time and felt its hardness straining 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 eye. They were wide-cut undetermined and looked like round Olea europaea green pools. She started to impress her side toward his. He thought she was going to kiss him but she didn't, she put her lips to his right ear.

"Do you want me to suck up it ?"she asked. She didn't wait for an answer."Because we can make that happen, Charlie. We have private rooms in the vertebral column. 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 hand and led him around the bar to a engage threshold. He felt like everyone was watching and his hard-on was sticking out like a sore ovolo. Sara punched in a codification on a computer keyboard and unlocked the doorway. They walked down a short hall and then through another door into a small room. There was a pole in the sum and a couple of banquettes against the walls.

"Have a place, Charlie."

Sara didn't muckle around with the pole in the plaza of the way. But Charlie's magnetic pole was a different matter. He was going to get a lap dance without the music. She untied her cloak and slipped it off. She was 100 % naked underneath. She moved in and put her knee joint on the cushioned bench, straddling him.

She pushed her pierced nipples into his face. Charlie sucked one into his backtalk and tasted her afters and sweaty flesh along with the metal savour of the gold ring attached. He held her bare ass in his hired man as she ground her naked mound against his encircle putz through the taut cloth of his pant. Her nipple hardened in his oral fissure and his dick pushed hard against her bald, twisting twat. Charlie switched nipples and Sara pushed it into his mouth while she clamped her hands on the binding of his head and pulled it to her.

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

After a few minute of arc of that and with her teat hard as super clod 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 and opened his pants. He lifted his rear slightly and slid his gasp down and over his genu and she held his cock 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 club. She put her brim on his and zoomed her clapper into his mouth.

They kissed with a locked, intense passion and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her close. Their lips were meshed and their lingua 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 end few days and had hoped he'd come back. And she knew she would see him again after this Night, but not at the club. She was going to be his devotee. His mistress, his paramour, his concubine, his paramour, name it what you will. He might be married and almost as old as her sire but she wanted to fuck him, and not just once, and not just in the backroom of a strip club.

"Damn, you're a serious kisser,"she said. Then she lowered her question into his lap and took his house, rigid cock into her mouth.

Charlie was impressed by Sara's flexibility. Her butt was seated flat on the cushion next to him facing forward but her body was twisted toward him and bent at the waist and her face was in his privates with his dick in her mouth. Charlie massaged her shoulder and upper back as her head bobbed up and down sucking him. He tried to swing his meat into her in time with her movements.

It was almost like his brainpower was in a trance or he was having a dreaming or his dick was a theatrical role in a film. This beautiful young lady who used to be his baby-sitter yr ago was now sucking his dick. And she was damn good at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to try it and swallow it. If his wife wouldn't take tutelage of him she would. She liked the tone of his hands roaming her flesh and the hotness of his tool against her tongue and the bulwark of her mouth. His balls were now like acorns in her hired man so she knew his motor horn was about to blow.

Charlie groaned loudly and deeply when he let it fly. His pecker shot watercourse of his saved-up seed and Sara sucked it all into her lockjawed mouth. His groin vibrated throughout his eruptions but she held on until the drive was over and swallowed to the highest degree of what he gave her. Finally she lifted her foreland and looked at him. They both smiled and Charlie pulled her pass to his and kissed her and she sucked his clapper into her cum-glazed mouth.

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

"red cent, Scooter, uh sorry, I mean Sara,"he said.

"You can prognosticate me Scooter if you like."

She kicked off her heels and then hopped up onto the cushion Bench and stood with her bare feet on either side of him and her slit inches from his case. She looked down into his eyes.

"You like to eat kitty, Charlie ?"

He nodded and croaked an ‘ Uh Huh ’.

"trade good,"she said."Eat mine."She put her glistening gash to his lips.

He licked her labia and sucked on her swollen clitoris. When she felt him tongue-fucking her liquid tunnel Sara humped his facial expression up against the wall behind his principal. He spread his hands around her nates as she fucked his face and squeezed her ass until he felt her rear build ooze between his fingers. Soon it was her turn to come.

"Oh Fuck, Charlie !"

She pounded his expression harder with her groin and he dug his fingers into the sally of her ass for a dear suitcase. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's brass, into his sassing and dripped from his chin. She leaned hard against him in case her branch buckled. She moaned as the wave flowed out of her.

In her Day as a stripper as far as Sara had been leave to go with client were hand jobs and the uncommon blast job if the guy was attractive and she was in the humour. 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 fuck him too.

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

"Fuck me, Charlie,"Sara said softly.

Charlie nodded. He felt her digit on his erected tool and her twat lowered and surrounded it. Just like that he was balls-deep into her. She put her arms around his neck and moved her pussy up and down and squeezed his putz with her vaginal muscular tissue. Up and down, over and over, hugging his cock with her puss, her dewy eyes locked onto his.

After a duet arcminute of watching Sara bounce up and down Charlie took ascendance. With his dick still embedded inside her he lifted her and pivoted their bodies 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 plunge of his cock into her."Yes, Charlie. nooky me. Fuck me."

Charlie banged her like he was beating on a bass drum. He felt her twat tighten around his peter 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 randomness. 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 hiss from the female child because this was so out of persona for her.

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

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

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

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

Charlie held her quivering dead body as she came with a serial publication of rickety, wet spasm. Once she was still he pulled his prick out of her and stood up. His pants were a twisted crash around his ankles.

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

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

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

Sara reached into the low scoop of her wrap and pulled out a business carte and handed it to him.

"My prison cell numeral is on this identity card,"she said."birdsong me."

Charlie looked at the wit."human being avail Counselor ?"he said.

"Yeah. partiality Book for Social Worker."

"You're a mixer Worker ?"

"Yep, that's my day job. I work for the Department of State. You didn't think I stripped for a animation, did you ?"

"I had no idea."

"I do this because the money's so unspoiled. mixer work doesn't pay all that well. I'm also taking classes working on a masters degree."

"Wow, you are an telling young lady,"Charlie said, and felt like an old fart as soon as the watchword 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 study and left. He promised to call. He went to the rest room. He settled up his tab. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

On the drive plate he felt dear 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 preference of water scooter Pie.

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Alex continued to ‘ work late'one night a workweek at Justin's spot. They had their routine down pat, the Saami Night each week. Alex would shew up at the same time, get strip down, neatly hang up her clothes and lie in his bed. They would kiss, then she'd suck some cock, get her pussy licked and get laid. They were usually done in an time of day and a half.

That was the same Night of the workweek that Charlie would ‘ work late'at Sara's apartment. He'd usually bug out of work a fiddling former and go to Sara's stead. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had various oils and lotions and candles burning in her bedroom. They'd be naked in the bed in flying style and they would engross right into some variety of kinky, beast sex which would contribute to loud, rhapsodic orgasms. Then as they lay in bed resting they would sing about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to kissing and fondling and licking and suck and it would climax in more formal roll in the hay and climaxes.

The kickoff time at Sara's she spent the first half hour sucking on his balls and playing with his asshole. With his cock like a hot rod in her hand and his clump swiveling in her sass Charlie ejaculated all over himself without even inserting it. Then she sat on his cheek until she came, sucked his shaft, then fucked him.

The next week they did anal. The hebdomad after that Charlie got a blow job and a dildo up his ass at the Same metre. She licked his asshole ; he licked hers. There were oily massages, slick bodies rubbing and hot standard candle wax sizzling on sweaty physical body. Every week was exciting and there was always a surprise.

But what Charlie began to treasure as very much as the sex were their intermezzo. He enjoyed their conversations during the rest sentence between their opening and closing number. She was so easy to spill to and not afraid to open up. Which helped him unfold up.

He learned that Sara had gone to college on a scholarship and had started stripping on the weekends for supererogatory money. She graduated with accolade and then came home and got the job as a mixer doer. The pay wasn't great so she got the job dancing at the club. She could make twice her social worker earnings by stripping three work shift a hebdomad. She was working on a masters degree in psychological science. She was bisexual. Her last two sexual relationship 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 couple month of their hebdomadary rendezvous Charlie was holding Sara in his arm and her header was resting on his dresser 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 affair 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 friend's natal day, not expecting to bump 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 shamed she feels about what she's been doing, I guess."

"Do you have it off her ? Do you need to retain her ?"

There was another uneasy suspension as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"Does she feel the like way ?"

"I really don't know."

Sara shifted her system of weights and looked at him."May I make a proffer ? A twosome hint, actually."

"Sure,"he said.

"First, you need to feel out. And we have to check. And she has to stop. If she feels the Same way you do then you both have to work together to fix what is broken. I remember you and Alex as a happy, beautiful twain. 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 end. I figured maybe you guys were through, but if you're not I don't want to be creditworthy for keeping you apart."

Charlie shook his promontory 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 ball club,"Sara said.

"Yeah, right,"Charlie said.

"No, I'm life-threatening,"she said."It happens a lot. Couples are in a rut, they come in together, get a private appearance, watch each other getting off and then all of the sudden they're in erotic love and fucking like rabbits 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 cheerio. He put his hand between her legs but she brushed it away.

"What's the issue ? You got me horny for some more iceboat Pie."

"Go plate, Charlie,"she said."Your anniversary is coming up in a few weeks. If you want to stay together, get to form. bring her to the club 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 family room. She had a Word in her script, a drunkenness on the table and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove.

Charlie didn't know that Alex had ended her affair the week before. She and Justin had been in mid-fuck in his bed when a crazy woman started banging on his front door and screaming and cursing. She was calling him a bastard and a prevaricator and a knucklehead and a rubber prick loud sufficiency for the whole building and half the neighborhood to learn. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to stop over. So they threw on some clothes and Justin answered the room access. The fair sex ranted and raved and screamed at both of them, called Alex a slut and a sporting lady and asked Justin if she was the other married puss he was fucking. The fair sex picked up lamps and assorted items and started throwing them around the life room. Good old Justin had been screwing this cleaning lady every week on a different night. Alex told Justin to go fuck himself and got out of there pretty damn quick before the cops showed up.

Charlie walked into the crime syndicate elbow room and sat on a chairman facing his wife.

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

"No. Hopefully I won't have to put in the extra hours for a while,"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."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 minutes and cried ‘ I'm so sorry'and ‘ I hate myself'a couple dozen time. 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 last. 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 mistake. Everybody does."

"How did you know ?"

"It was a hunch. matter have been off between us for a while, we've been sort 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 bonk me ?"he asked.

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

"Yes, very lots. And I don't want to lose you."

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

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

They proceeded to bear one of the most intimate conversations they'd had in years. There was lot of pain to go around for both of them but as they cleansed their moral sense they opened the door to a sassy 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 forty and it felt good to be wanted by a guy still in his XX. She had been flattered but still turned him down many times. Until one time she said okay, she'd have a drink with him after work. And one thing led to another and they were having an affair. It really meant zilch and wasn't meant to last. And then she finds out the son-of-a-bitch is fucking at least one other married woman at the Sami time.

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

"You had an affair with a stripper well ? And it's somebody you knew ? Who is this bird ?"Alex asked.

"It's mortal 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 you to the club. She'll dance for us. You know, a private show."

"Are you crazy ?"

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

They kissed again, another soft, farsighted one. Charlie loved notion and tasting her oral fissure again.

"testament you go with me ?"

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

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

Alex smiled and shook her head.

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

"How long has it been since we made have intercourse 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 article of clothing came off a opus at a time. Then they were naked and their dress were in a passel on the wood floor and they had sex on the sofa. Although it may have lacked the kinky wildness 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 perceptiveness and feel of her skin and her curve and her sweaty build and the piquancy of her cunt and the snugness of her brim around his hammer, and remembered all the reasons he'd fallen in love with her twenty-some days before.

-- --

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

"Are you looking forward to it, Charlie ?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Is Alex looking forward to it ?"

"I think so. I hope so."

"I hope so too. Because I am."

-- --

"What should I tire out ?"Alex had asked Charlie.

"Whatever you like. Wear something sexy and comfortable,"he answered.

It was Friday after body of work. Charlie came home and grabbed a beer and waited for Alex as she showered and changed clothes. Charlie was not disappointed when she appeared. She had on her aphrodisiacal disastrous dress that showed off her long legs and slim physique and its low-cut top did the Saami for her top one-half. The soft, contraband fabric subtly outlined the perky contour of her bra-less tits.

"tinker's damn, I think I might receive to offset tonight. stop home and rip your dress off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his arms. She smelled capital. It was a fruity scent he'd given her on her last birthday.

"Uh uh, down boy, that'll have to wait boulder clay we get back. I'm too curious about what you have in store for us,"she said.

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

They were rather subdued during the drive to the society and Alex seemed concerned when they crossed into the sure-enough, squalid 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 room access to survey the topographic point. The joint was already jumping with the Friday after-work crowd. about tables were filled and music was cranking. They found seating room at the bar and Charlie ordered a beer for himself and a Patrick White wine for Alex. He mentioned to the bartender that they had a qualification for the game room, and gave him his name.

On the leg before them a skinny girl was almost down to her natal day suit. She didn't have much up top but had a nice ass and was swinging it pretty in force. She seemed to take limited observation of Alex, and was looking right at her and smiling when she peeled off her thong. She started humping in their centering with her naked slit 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 charge and winked her cocksucker at them a few times.

"Oh My God !"Alex said again.

A young Aythya americana tapped Charlie on the berm and said to follow her. They grabbed their drinks and were led through the door and down the residence to the Same private room he'd been to previously. candle emanated a diffused glow around the room and soft, swampy music was playing.

"Have a seat, make yourselves comfortable. Lexi will be with you shortly,"carrottop said."Enjoy."

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

"Sexy Lexi,"Charlie said."microscope stage name."

"This is so eldritch,"she said. She sat shut and hugged his arm.

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

"Oh, please…"

"I'm serious."

The door opened and Sara walked in and across the small room. She turned the music up slightly and turned to face them. She wore a aqua wrapper that was layered around her leaning, sly bod. She kicked off her cad. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the pole in the center of the elbow room and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

"scooter ?"Alex blurted, and turned to her husband."You had an thing with Scooter ?"

"She sent me plate to you, Honey."

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

iceboat spun around the pole a couple metre and then acrobatically leaped up feet first and scissored her legs around the Pole and twirled around upside down before throwing her peg over her mind and landing upright on her pes, facing them.

"You didn't come here tonight to see me eff a pole, did you ?"water scooter said. She stood immediately in front end of them as she shucked the wrap off of her body and tossed it at the pole. She wore a brusque, silky smutty doll and a silky Black person 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 watch,"Alex said.

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

She turned to her left field. There were three small buttons on her right hip. Alex looked at motor scooter tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the annulus and handed it to her. A flimsy black thong barely covered her sex. ice yacht tossed the skirt at the pole and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his turncock with her pussy and poking her chest 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 thin cloth of her bra. She held his headland in her hands as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took mamilla and Au ring into his mouth. Alex watched in awe as her hubby sucked like a thirsty camel on the ecdysiast's tits.

"Ooh, that flavour soundly, Charlie,"Sara said.

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

"Unhook me, Alex."

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

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

Alex hesitated at number 1 but Sara's spit was forceful and she opened her oral fissure to accept it. She was not accustomed to kissing other women and had not come to the golf-club expecting to be french-kissing their old babysitter, but watching her husband sucking this attractive Danton True Young 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 hesitation. Alex went with it, her lips eagerly opened for business and her tongue twirled in Sara's mouthpiece. With a mouthful of pap and gold Charlie watched them and tried not to smile.

Alex put her arm around Sara and rubbed her rear as they kissed. Charlie played with the flip-flop strap that was sunken in the crack of Sara's ass. He put his other hand between her legs. Her flip-flop was moistness. Sara arced her bitch into his hand.

Charlie stopped sucking tit long enough to pull Sara's thong down to her knees. She was now naked in their lick. He inserted two fingers into her twat and two finger's breadth into her dickhead and started finger-fucking her from both directions. It was promiscuous 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 asshole on his finger."Your husband loves my ass."Then she slid the strap of Alex's dress off of her shoulders so her tits were exposed.

Alex jabbered a squeaky suspiration when Sara licked her naked mamilla, and then another when she sucked it into her oral fissure. Charlie took his left over hand away from Sara's private parts and scooted himself closer to Alex and as soon as he was close plenty his wife sucked his tongue into her mouth. All three body were a inclination, sprain form on the bench : Charlie passionately kissing his wife while she was having her tits sucked by a tricky young lady who had his finger up her ass. Meanwhile, Charlie's compacted swollen tool was dying to get out of his pants.

Sara's lips and spit and teeth paraded over Alex's mamilla, which were now hardened nuggets in her mouth. She put her hand between her legs and up under her dress and found that Alex's panties were wet.

"Ooh, somebody's ready,"Sara said. She scooted down onto her knee joint in front of the seat.

She lifted the hem of the frock up, yanked Alex's soaked scanty to the English and licked her drippy twat.

"Oh My God !"Alex slurred, with her married man's backtalk covering hers.

Sara drove her hale cheek into Alex's gash, ramming her tongue into her open bowl and chomping on her mature tamale. Alex leaned her slit toward the author of her pleasure.

Charlie had his wife's tongue in his oral cavity and her breast in his hand when he felt Sara's mitt start rubbing his inflated stopcock. It was prison term to let his horse out of the barn. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pant. His cock sprung out and upward like the needle on a charismatic scope six blocks from the North rod. Sara stroked it as she continued chowing down on Alex's saturated fumble. Alex put her hand on Sara's and they jerked him together.

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

"Oh, whoreson !"she said.

"What's the affair ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's clitoris respective whole sucks before she sprayed. Charlie felt his wife's hand tighten around his cock as she came, and she moaned and her body shook as her snatch unleash. Her cum covered Sara's face in a effusion like Charlie couldn't recall.

"Oh, God, 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 natural thing she'd ever done. Charlie watched their retentive kiss, and his blooper, with Alex's mitt 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 pants and horseshoe. Then they knelt on the floor in battlefront of him. His hammer stood erect like a guided missile set up to pillory off.

Sara was first. She licked his ray of light and took his rooster into her sassing, then Alex took a turn, and they went back and forth a few fourth dimension. Then Sara took the whole damn thing into her mouth and throat.

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

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

His pecker didn't get much of a disruption, though. Charlie ate a pair pussies and then he was capable to stick his dick into both as well as the girl sat side-by-side making out. And the grand finale was sublime. He fucked his married woman doggy-style while she had her face in Sara's crotch eating Scooter Pie. Sara just looked at him with a dreamy smile on her facial expression until she came.

-- --

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

On the drive home they held hands ; They couldn't think the hold up time they'd done that. Back at the house they showered together ; They couldn't commend the last time they'd done that. And they fucked in the shower ; They couldn't remember when they'd last done that, either.

They drank wine and ordered Chinese intellectual nourishment to be delivered. As they ate dinner party they talked about their night. Charlie told her how turned-on he had been watching her getting it on with Sara, kissing and eating puss. 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 business. She wanted to devote her ass to Charlie just like Sara had.

-- --

Sara had been right. Their disturbed three-way night had ignited their sex life to a new elevation. They were both thankful to give each other back. No sneaking around, no lies, no pretending. Alex had a fresh, new desire to give suck Charlie's cock and take it up the ass. Charlie wanted to make love her, eat her pussy and lick her ass all the sentence. 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 shake up. Her orgasm when Sara was going down on her was one of the most explosive ones she'd ever had. And eating her pussy ! It was her foremost time but she knew what to do. And she wanted to do it some more. She could close her eyes and breathe in and smell Sara's scrumptious cunt.

Over the following workweek Charlie and Alex were insatiable, sex became part of their day, like eating dinner party or brushing their dentition. But Alex was checking out other char too, watching them, taking in their curves, wondering what it would be like with them. Would they be up for it ? But she wouldn't know how to approach it and she didn't want to suffer a undercover matter with a adult female. No, if she was going to fuck women, it would give to be with Charlie. Or at least with his consent.

-- --

Their lines of communicating had never been better. Alex and Charlie had both briefly strayed, but they had come back together stronger than ever. Their sex was more 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 ingest saved their marriage ceremony. They agreed they should arrive up with a way to show their gratitude.

"She's a hell of a social worker, in more than elbow room than one,"Charlie had said.

Alex couldn't stimulate the memory of the fervour 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 women she'd see everyday.

For their anniversary Alex and Charlie went away for a week to a 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 cut. Whenever they weren't in the room fucking they were out by the pond or in the lounge or on the basis where they would be checking out all the women. Alex was starting to get cross-eyed from staring at so many crotches.

The following calendar week Alex called Sara's mobile phone phone. It went to voicemail so she left a message asking her to call. The next day Sara called back. They said their how-do-you-do and then Alex got to the determination 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 profound event on both of us. We might have lost our way a trivial bit but we are back on track now, much thanks to you. We are so close again, in and out of bed."

"That's good, gladiolus to hear it,"Sara said.

"Anyway, we'd like to take aim you out to dinner. To last out in cutaneous senses, and to say Thank You."

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

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

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

"Okay, let's."Sara said."I'd making love to."She was thinking it might be a good sentence to ask them to return the party favor if they were serious about it.

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

They set the date for two weeks hence.

-- --

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

Alex and Charlie got there too soon and were seated at a selection stall with a river view. They told the server they were waiting on one More and coherent drunkenness. They had just taken their first sips of their cocktails when Sara entered the room.

She looked different than she had at the strip cabaret, but stunning nonetheless. Tight dim skirt, red silky top that clung to her, golden-brown legs with well-defined calf. Her blond fuzz had a new wafture and was freshly-cut, barely reaching her chin.

Alex was relieved when Sara didn't hesitate to immediately squeeze and kiss them both before taking her rump and ordering a gin soda. There was small-scale talking at low : You look majuscule, so do you, how have you been, this spot is great, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The host returned and they ordered a second round and placed their dinner orders. Then Sara redirected the conversation.

"I quit stripping,"Sara said.

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

"There's a man in my life,"Sara continued."Or back in my life, I should say. An old fellow from college, we went together for two class. Arlo. Very secure relationship, we loved each other. But he had a piffling problem with the bi- thing, which he's gotten yesteryear, but he had a full-grown job with my stripping. We broke up. He graduated and went off to medical checkup school.

"The Nox the three of us shared at the social club, that was a first for me. I know I was a stripper for several years, but I was not a harlot. All I ever did were lap dance and hired hand jobs. Until that night with you two, I had never kissed a man or a woman from the baseball club, I had never fucked a man or a woman from the club, and I had never had an sexual climax with a man or woman from the club."

Sara drained her gin and soda pop. The refills came and no one spoke 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 other. I remembered how hot and happy 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 throw 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 true, and Charlie echoed her.

"Here's the matter,"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 adult female, and participate. We've talked about bringing another woman into our bed. And now, Arlo is very bi-curious himself ; and I have to admit I wouldn't mind seeing him with another man…and participating, which would think bringing another man into our bed.

So I thought, why not pour down two birds with one stone ? Four way, good barter. But it would have to be with a distich we are attracted to and can believe. That's where you two come in."

Sara sat back while she let those terminal Logos sink in. She looked across the tabular array. Alex had a shy, subtle smile on her font. Charlie looked like a deer in the headlight. Alex turned to Charlie.

"I'd be up for it. What do you think, 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 subject, 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-bodied to give birth your way with two foxy ladies at the Same time, correctly Alex ?"

"right. Sounds like a hot meter to me. Charlie gets to watch his wife with another woman ; I get to see my married man 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 deal, Charlie ?"Sara cooed, leaning close."Just go with it. Arlo just wants to see what it's like to draw a cock, Charlie. You let me nurse it, Alex sucks it."

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

"What's the conflict ? If it feels good, who cares ? You got turned on watching Alex and me. Now you have a chance to turn 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 span deglutition, meet Arlo and see what happens."

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

They said goodnight in the parking lot. When the missy were kissing goodbye Alex whispered something into Sara's ear."Don't headache, I'll piece of work on him,"she said.

-- --

When they got abode and inside their front room access Alex kissed Charlie and told him to go get bare and lie on the bed. She said she was going to return him a blowjob and would be there in a hour.

She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She pulled out the crisper drawer and found a large, even-shaped zucchini, eight in long. She went to the bedchamber. She could hear Charlie peeing in the master john so she put the squash on the end board, uncase 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 helping hand made a beeline for Charlie's cock. She massaged his balls and lightly caressed his dick and within a instant he was rock-solid.

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

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

Charlie moaned and swung his pith into her oral fissure in sync with the finger throbbing his ass. After a couple minutes 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 kitty and jammed it inside. She stroked it in and out of her a number of meter, sighing with each plunge. Then she took it out, raised it to her face and sucked the length of it into her mouth, in then out, several times. Charlie watched her with a smirk on his face. She rammed it back into her twat and gyrate it around, getting it practiced 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 most of the zucchini had disappeared behind his lips.

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

She lowered it again to her twat and shoved it in several inches. 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 and laughed. She pushed him in that commission. He swiveled down and around so his font was between her thighs and looked up at her and express joy again.

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

She watched Charlie open his lip wide and wrap his sassing around her ripe outgrowth, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Saturday night.

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