SCOOTER PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the country club after a Sat afternoon circle of golf with his buddies Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the guild lounge after playing eighteen kettle of fish but this day was a little different. It was Karl's 40th birthday and he had just recently separated from his back wife so the guys decided that on this day the nineteenth hole would be at a flight strip cabaret on the other side of Ithiel Town. Across the path. The red light district. 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 booster. They were both now over xl themselves and matter 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 bear the household to themselves, is the clip when they would be having marital difficulty. Their adjacent wedding day of remembrance would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still slim and trim and in excellent embodiment, a handsome pair in almost anyone's estimation, he didn't feel like they would have a good deal to celebrate.

Willy drove them all to the cabaret in his car because he wasn't that big a juicer. He'd possess a couple weak beers and then interchange to diet Coke. It took them about a half hour to get there. The nightclub was dark inside with strobe lights flashing and medicine hammer. The place was only about half-full, so they took a tabular array close to the stagecoach and rails, which the long bar curved around. There was a precious black-market lady friend with a guggle butt grinding inverted on a Pole not ten feet in figurehead of them. Another caramel cutie appeared out of thin air at their table and they proceeded to parliamentary law overpriced drinks.

Charlie was out of his ingredient but Karl and Duke were right in the eye of theirs. They were hooting and hollering in no fourth dimension and soon were shoving bills into thong. The black social dancer came to the board and Willy told her it was Karl's birthday. That got her a tail end at the table and a big tip and Karl got a hand job under the table.

The succeeding dancer hit the stage to ZZ Top, a petite brunette with Brobdingnagian tits and adequate eye makeup to choke a giraffe. She did her set, shaking her booty and her dumbbell at top swiftness and getting quite a rise from the customers.

The next lady friend was a redhead with retentive stage and six inch heel. She humped the celestial pole for a piece then faced away from them and bent over forward as she took off her gemmed skirt, which was about three inches long, and then her thong. They watched her shit heart-to-heart as extensive as a Ag dollar mark and then close mingy, and she did this over and over as the bozo cheered. Then she turned around to face them and did the Sami thing with her twat.

Then a penny-pinching Asian girl appeared…evidently the club believed in variety…and she was incredibly supple and flexile. She contorted herself in respective path, like those freaks in the circus, fingering herself and sticking a dildo up her ass, and rubbed oil all over her titmouse and licked it off with her tongue.

All this time the male child were enjoying the ladies, putting away crapulence and throwing away money. After almost three hours they finally realized they had better wrapping matter up. The place was filling up and it was getting toward Sat nighttime. As they were settling up their tab a new girl came to the stage.

She was blond. Twenty-something, tall and slim athletic body, tan, toned munition and legs, and tight defined abs. Her hair was a medium-length bob parted kind of in the middle and wrapped around her aphrodisiacal high cheeks. All of her finger and toes were polished red, matching her puffy lips. She used every inch of the small microscope stage and moved with a smooth physical state of grace. A shiny, guileless net draped her upper body covering her skimpy outfit. She tore off the net with her teeth as she sashayed around above them.

Charlie took special bill of this gal. She seemed to be a cut above the others, classier, with More delicacy and without the crudity. But that wasn't all. She seemed to be looking right at him, smiling at him, but hell, he thought, maybe every guy flavor that way. He knew her from somewhere, he was sure of it, but he couldn't place her. He could assert 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 abode yet, which was a effective thing since he was blasted. He washed and flossed and brushed, took four acetylsalicylic acid 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 thinker. That nerve, he knew it from somewhere. He knew this little girl and he racked his brain 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 dim his words. But he was pretty surely she was half-lit too by how flashy 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 foreland was clear again. As he stood in front of the privy mirror brushing his teeth it came to him in a flash. He knew who the Brigham Young blond terpsichorean was.

She was Scooter.

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Her tangible public figure was Sara. Everyone called her Scooter because when she was a teenager she was often seen riding her motor iceboat. She would tantalize it everywhere, to school, to the community pocket billiards, to the country guild, to her Book of Job. Charlie, in fact just about any healthy male, would stop in his track when Scooter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a two-piece with her farsighted blond hair trailing in the wind behind her. She was a popular, pretty, athletic girlfriend with an exceptional soundbox. As a teenager she was on the swimming and diving squad at the high shoal and had been a dance bookman as well.

scoter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two children were Whitney Young. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few class quondam than Charlie and Alex and lived a few blocks away. They all knew each other from the land nightspot and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about Scooter for eld. The last he had heard she had graduated high school near the top of her category and had gone off to college on a erudition. But that had been six or seven class ago.

But now he couldn't get the effigy of her out of his mind. What a beautiful unseasoned madam she had become. She was in her mid-twenties now, and her soundbox, 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 ball club. He only wished he hadn't left rectify after she'd started and missed her act. He would experience to correct that.

-- --

Charlie went back to the strip golf-club one evening the following week. The station wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a couple on girls do their turn. He made minor talk with the bartender a couple of times but he didn't ask interrogative about the dancers because he didn't want to appear like a lecher. He did casually say to him, ‘ Hey, I was in here lowest Saturday and there was a cutie up there, a knockout blonde with a fishnet wrapped around her'… ‘ Sexy Lexi ’, the barman said. ‘ She's off tonight. She'll be here tomorrow Nox. ejaculate in at six ’.

Tomorrow night it is, Charlie thought.

-- --

The future day Charlie told his married woman he'd be late, he had a meeting 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 Wyrd at plate, so what the nether region. He already knew she was a hot, aphrodisiacal fox. He wanted to see her show. See her strip. See her nipple and ass.

At a little after six he strode into the club. It was early so the situation was pretty dead. He sat on a stool at the almost-empty bar and the barkeep brought him the same beer he'd ordered the Night before and then disappeared. A pitch-dark chick was doing a mambo on the 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 barkeeper 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 dark asking about you. You want to go next ?"

"What's he look like ?"

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

"O.K., I'll go next."She turned to a strawberry-haired bean plant perch to her right."That okey with you, Tiff ?"

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

Charlie was enjoying watching the dark nub cook on the degree in front of him. She danced like she was in the soul Train final and shook her ass a mile-a-minute. Her pussy was huge. He was in a spell staring at it when the bartender returned.

"Your little girl is on next,"he said.

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

He watched the residue of the dancer's set and then watched her recall her heels and clothes and skid offstage. She reappeared on the floor 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 match minutes later a sultry swampy groove suddenly kicked out of the phone system and Sara sauntered out onto the level. She wore hound and her long legs were sheathed in glossy red slack with a nonexistent crotch, making her black thong plainly seeable. Up top she wore a skimpy waistcoat that matched her red trouser, and underneath it a black bikini top that matched her thong. 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 buss. Then she proceeded to have him what seemed like a secret show.

He watched her prance around and hump the perch and plug on the net until she ripped it open and he could pick up the Velcro screech as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her waistcoat. She humped the pole a few more prison term and did a split on the floor and rolled over on her knees and bent backwards all the way. Her pussy was just a few animal foot in presence of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her minuscule blacken keister.

She had a tight venter with a silver waistline bracelet wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her omphalus. She continued her sexy, unworthy saltation, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her black top displaying her perky tanned bosom with rings in her nipples and she swung her boob and fondled them. Then finally off came her flip-flop and Charlie watched for the next few minutes as Sara danced for him, and swung her hips for him, and rotated her hairless groyne for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her buttocks for him, and winked her arse at him.

When the music stopped and the appearance was over, Sara gathered up her sundry garments and ran off the leg naked. Charlie looked up and the barman was smiling at him.

Not long after Sara slid onto to the crapper succeeding to him. She wore her crotchless red pants and the fatal flip-flop 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 name calling around here : Sexy Lexi, Randy Brandy, Franny Fox, Lily boozer. I haven't heard scooter for years. I drive a car nowadays."

"Sorry, the painting is etched in my head. You zipping up and down the route on your motor 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 predict me Charlie,"he said.

"okey, Charlie. I saw you in here last Saturday with your booster. I didn't think you recognized me."

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

The bartender appeared before them.

"Buy me a deglutition and I can hang out with you for a little while,"she said into his ear.

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

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

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

"I'm doing okay. employment and play golf. The nipper are away at college."

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

"She's okay too, I guess."

"Does she screw you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

"Don't worry, I won't William Tell. Do you ever see my beginner at the rural area club ?"

"Once in a while."

"Don't William 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 place 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 water."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 funnies club form of guy. The early day you were here with a group."

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

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

Charlie took a deglutition from his beer, uneasy, suddenly in no-man's land. Sara turned on her throne 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 soundly dancer, but that's not it. Was it my nipple ? My ass ? Or was it my pussy ? Did you like that ?"

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that turn you on, Charlie ?"

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

"Am I turning you on now ?"

"Yes."

Suddenly dance music emanated from the talker as the next social dancer made her entrance. rose scrub. Charlie felt Sara's hand slip between his wooden leg. Her fingers surrounded his cock and rubbed it.

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

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

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

right field in rhythm with the terpsichorean on stage and the music coming from the loudspeaker system, an uptempo shuffle, Sara wanked Charlie's cock.

Charlie's forty-two class old weenie was having a good old fourth dimension in Sara's twenty-five yr old hand.

"You like this, Charlie ?"

Charlie nodded. Her backtalk were an 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 sassing ?"

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

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

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

When it was over Sara released his drained fellow member and and scooped a clod of cum off of his boxers with her finger's breadth. She took a gustation and then put her fingertip to Charlie's mouth and rubbed it into his lips.

"I have to go back to workplace,"she said."See you next 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 soggy, boggy muckle in his pants.

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Alex was taking a hot shower. She scrubbed her organic structure sportsmanlike, especially her pussycat, inside and out. She noticed there was a bruise -- a hickie ! -- below her navel where Justin had sucked too punishing. She hoped Charlie wouldn't notice. She had just gotten home plate from Justin's condominium, where she'd fucked him for the fifth clock 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 hubby of almost twenty dollar bill years. Her husband would be devastated. Would he divorce her ? She didn't want that, but things between them had been strained recently. What would hoi polloi say ? What would her children cerebrate ?

But on another level she was kind of pleased with herself. She was xli years old and she knew she looked skillful. She had a upright soundbox and had kept in shape, and men appreciated a tight physical structure with unwaveringly tits and a nice ass. She was proud of the fact that a bountiful Lester Willis Young man baker's dozen old age her junior had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to mention she liked having a new prick inside her.

Justin had been calling on the party where she worked for some prison term, and after a while he started flirting with her. He asked her out for a drink after work and kept on asking even though she demurely declined a issue of times. Then one prison term she surprised herself and said yes.

Nothing happened that first time other than an uneasy osculation at the end. But Alex could tell apart he wanted her. The annulus on her left hired hand certainly did not dissuade him and she knew in her nub that if he asked her again she would go to bed with him. The side by side week Justin asked her out again. They skipped the drink and went to his condo and fucked.

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

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Charlie got home and went into the sleeping room to exchange. He put his soiled vesture in the dry cleaning bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't notice. He could hear her in the bathroom and thought it was a foreign time to be taking a rain shower. Still naked, he considered going in there and getting into the cascade with her. But he didn't. It would be out of character and he was sure that she would see through him and recognize his guilt trip and know that he'd been up to something naughty.

He told himself he would outride away from the strip nightclub. But he didn't.

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The next 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 time and he watched her as she peeled off while after bit until she wore nothing but a thong the sizing of a postage stamp postage and two pasties on her nipples. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her tilt her heart-to-heart gash and dilating whoreson in nominal head of him with a coy smile on her font. He had his hired hand in his lap massaging his stiffened cock.

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

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

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

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

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

Sara put her hired hand between his legs and felt his cock. She stroked it like she had the last time and felt its insensibility straining against the material of his pants.

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

He looked right into her eyes. They were broad spread out and looked like round of drinks olive special K pools. She started to move her face toward his. He thought she was going to kiss him but she didn't, she put her brim to his right ear.

"Do you desire me to wet-nurse it ?"she asked. She didn't delay for an answer."Because we can make that happen, Charlie. We have private suite in the rear. 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 lock door. He felt like everyone was watching and his erection was sticking out like a sore thumb. Sara punched in a computer code on a keypad and unlocked the doorway. They walked down a short dorm and then through another doorway into a small room. There was a celestial pole in the substance and a duet of banquettes against the walls.

"Have a seat, Charlie."

Sara didn't mess around with the pole in the center of the room. But Charlie's terminal 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 stifle on the cushion bench, straddling him.

She pushed her pierced nipples into his look. Charlie sucked one into his sassing and tasted her sweet and sweaty flesh along with the metallic tang of the gold ring attached. He held her mere ass in his script as she ground her naked pitcher's mound against his encircle cock through the tight fabric of his pant. Her pap hardened in his mouth and his cock pushed hard against her bald, twisting twat. Charlie switched teat and Sara pushed it into his mouth while she clamped her handwriting on the vertebral column of his head and pulled it to her.

"Ah, you're good 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 pap hard as Super Balls Sara lowered herself and sat future 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 whack and opened his pants. He lifted his posterior slightly and slid his pant down and over his knees and she held his cock in her paw. 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 sassing on his and zoomed her spit into his mouth.

They kissed with a locked, intense rage and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her end. Their rim 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 very much they both were into it. She'd been thinking about him the last few mean solar day and had hoped he'd come back. And she knew she would see him again after this dark, but not at the club. She was going to be his lover. His schoolmarm, his paramour, his concubine, his doxy, forebode it what you will. He might be married and almost as old as her Father but she wanted to fuck him, and not just once, and not just in the backroom of a striptease club.

"Damn, you're a near kisser,"she said. Then she lowered her head into his lap and took his firm, 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 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 shoulder and upper back as her head bobbed up and down sucking him. He tried to swing his nub into her in time with her movements.

It was almost like his brain was in a trance or he was having a dreaming or his dick was a character in a motion picture. This beautiful unseasoned lady who used to be his babysitter years ago was now sucking his cock. And she was damn good at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to taste it and swallow it. If his wife wouldn't take care of him she would. She liked the spirit of his hands roaming her form and the rut of his turncock against her tongue and the wall of her mouth. His nut were now the like acorns in her deal so she knew his automobile horn was about to blow.

Charlie groaned loudly and deeply when he let it fly. His cock shot flow of his saved-up semen and Sara sucked it all into her lockjawed mouth. His mole vibrated throughout his volcanic eruption but she held on until the drive was over and swallowed virtually of what he gave her. Finally she lifted her headspring and looked at him. They both smiled and Charlie pulled her headland to his and kissed her and she sucked his tongue into her cum-glazed mouth.

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

"Damn, iceboat, uh sorry, I mean Sara,"he said.

"You can call me Scooter if you like."

She kicked off her cad and then hopped up onto the cushioned bench and stood with her bare invertebrate foot on either slope of him and her cunt inches from his face. She looked down into his eyes.

"You like to eat kitty, Charlie ?"

He nodded and croaked an ‘ Uh Huh ’.

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

He licked her labia and sucked on her vain clit. When she felt him tongue-fucking her swimming tunnel Sara humped his face up against the wall behind his head. He spread his handwriting around her cheek as she fucked his face and squeezed her ass until he felt her butt shape ooze between his fingers. Soon it was her turn to come.

"Oh piece of tail, Charlie !"

She pounded his face harder with her groin and he dug his digit into the crack of her ass for a better grasp. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's face, into his mouth and dripped from his Kuki. She leaned hard against him in case her peg buckled. She moaned as the waves flowed out of her.

In her days as a sprigger as far as Sara had been volition to go with customer were bridge player jobs and the rarified reversal job if the guy was attractive and she was in the mode. 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 stifle facing him. Charlie kissed her with his mouth undecided and their tongues slithered through a tenacious, dense dance.

"Fuck me, Charlie,"Sara said softly.

Charlie nodded. He felt her finger's breadth on his erected cock and her cunt lowered and surrounded it. Just like that he was balls-deep into her. She put her arms around his cervix and moved her kitty up and down and squeezed his cock with her vaginal sinew. Up and down, over and over, hugging his cock with her cunt, her bedewed optic locked onto his.

After a couple minutes of watching Sara saltation up and down Charlie took control. With his putz still embedded inside her he lifted her and pivoted their bodies around so her ass was on top of the backside back. He started fucking her up against the wall.

"Ugh…Ugh…Ugh,"Sara grunted with each dip of his cock into her."Yes, Charlie. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Charlie banged her like he was beating on a bass membranophone. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock 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 wallboard behind her and the banquette was creaking along with them. She knew she would be taking a razzing 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. Give 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 body as she came with a series of shivering, wet spasms. Once she was still he pulled his cock out of her and stood up. His pants were a twine wreck around his ankles.

"So, Charlie, have you had adequate Scooter Pie, or would you wish 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 diminished sack of her wrapper and pulled out a job card and handed it to him.

"My cell number is on this bill,"she said."Call me."

Charlie looked at the card."Human military service Counselor ?"he said.

"Yeah. phantasy watchword for Social Worker."

"You're a Social doer ?"

"Yep, that's my day job. I work for the res publica. You didn't think I stripped for a bread and butter, did you ?"

"I had no idea."

"I do this because the money's so expert. Social work doesn't pay all that well. I'm also taking form working on a original degree."

"Wow, you are an impressive Loretta Young Lady,"Charlie said, and felt like an old flatus as soon as the words 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 rest room. He settled up his tab. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

On the driving domicile he felt salutary from what had just happened but he also felt like a hound 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 taste of Scooter Pie.

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Alex continued to ‘ body of work late'one Night a week at Justin's place. They had their routine down pat, the Same night each calendar week. Alex would depict up at the same time, get strip down, neatly hang up her apparel and lie in his bed. They would kiss, then she'd suck some hammer, get her twat licked and get laid. They were usually done in an minute and a half.

That was the same night of the week that Charlie would ‘ work late'at Sara's apartment. He'd usually bug out of work a little early and go to Sara's post. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had versatile fossil oil and lotions and candles burning in her sleeping accommodation. They'd be naked in the bed in quick fashion and they would steep right into some kind of kinky, wildcat sex which would direct to loud, rhapsodic orgasms. Then as they lay in bed resting they would babble about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to kissing and kissing and licking and sucking and it would culminate in more established fucking and climaxes.

The first time at Sara's she spent the first half hour sucking on his Ball and playing with his prick. With his pecker like a hot rod in her handwriting and his chunk swiveling in her sass Charlie ejaculated all over himself without even inserting it. Then she sat on his face until she came, sucked his cock, then fucked him.

The next week they did anal. The week after that Charlie got a reverse job and a dildo up his ass at the same fourth dimension. She licked his asshole ; he licked hers. There were oily massages, slick organic structure rubbing and hot candle wax sizzling on sweaty flesh. Every week was exciting and there was always a surprise.

But what Charlie began to care for as much as the sex were their interludes. He enjoyed their conversations during the rest metre between their opening and closure acts. She was so easygoing to talk to and not afraid to spread 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 extra money. She graduated with honors and then came home plate and got the job as a societal worker. The pay wasn't great so she got the job dancing at the club. She could make twice her societal worker salary by stripping three shifts a week. She was working on a masters degree in Psychology. 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 months of their hebdomadally trysts Charlie was holding Sara in his arm and her head was resting on his chest when he finally told her what she already knew.

"My married woman is having an affair,"he said.

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

"well, 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 silence while Charlie tried to enter out what to say.

"Uh, no,"he said."At least I don't think so. I only went to that club to fete a Friend's birthday, not expecting to find 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 shamefaced she feels about what she's been doing, I guess."

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

There was another anxious pause as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"Energy Department she experience the Same way ?"

"I really don't know."

Sara shifted her exercising weight and looked at him."May I make a proposition ? A couple suggestions, actually."

"Sure,"he said.

"showtime, you need to find out. And we have to halt. And she has to stop. If she feels the Saame way you do then you both have to act together to fix what is broken. I remember you and Alex as a glad, beautiful duad. Do you want to get that back ?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then you need to get engaged. 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 point 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 land her to the 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 secret show, watch each other getting off and then all of the sudden they're in love and fucking like cony 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 adios. He put his helping hand between her stage but she brushed it away.

"What's the matter ? You got me horny for some more Scooter Pie."

"Go household, Charlie,"she said."Your anniversary is coming up in a few weeks. If you want to stay together, get to ferment. wreak her to the club and all three of us will get off."

-- --

Charlie got home before than usual. Alex was already home plate and settled on the sofa in the sept way. She had a account book in her hand, a drink on the table and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove.

Charlie didn't know that Alex had ended her intimacy the workweek before. She and Justin had been in mid-fuck in his bed when a crazy char started banging on his front end door and screaming and cursing. She was calling him a bastard and a liar and a knucklehead and a good-for-nothing prick loud enough for the wholly construction and half the neighborhood to listen. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to contain. So they threw on some clothes and Justin answered the door. The charwoman ranted and raved and screamed at both of them, called Alex a slut and a whore and asked Justin if she was the other married snatch he was fucking. The woman picked up lamps and various token and started throwing them around the sustenance room. just old Justin had been screwing this woman every week on a different Night. Alex told Justin to go fuck himself and got out of there pretty damn fast before the pig showed up.

Charlie walked into the family elbow room and sat on a hot seat facing his wife.

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

"No. Hopefully I won't have to put in the supernumerary minute for a piece,"Alex said.

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

"subroutine library Scripture,"she said."An old Pat Conroy."

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

Alex's face shriveled and saddened and she exploded into bust. She sobbed uncontrollably for several minutes and cried ‘ I'm so sorry'and ‘ I hate myself'a couple dozen fourth dimension. When her weeping was reduced to a mewl Charlie got up and sat beside her on the sofa. He put his arm around her and pulled her finale. Her rent 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 acknowledge ?"

"It was a hunch. Things have been off between us for a patch, 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 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 lose you."

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

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

They proceeded to let one of the most knowledgeable conversations they'd had in years. There was plenty of pain to go around for both of them but as they cleansed their scruples they opened the doors to a fresh start.

Alex told Charlie about how it had started. Justin was offspring and handsome and he would come into the office and hit on her. She was now in her forties and it felt in force to be wanted by a guy still in his twenties. 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 matter led to another and they were having an intimacy. It really meant nothing and wasn't meant to last. And then she finds out the son-of-a-bitch is fucking at least one early married woman at the Sami time.

Charlie told Alex about the natal day company for Karl. They'd taken him to a strip cabaret because Karl is into that scene. They hung out a while and as they were leaving he'd noticed that the professional dancer that had just come on stage looked familiar but he could not remember from where or when he knew her. Then it came to him. He went back on his own, the low time he'd ever set foot in a place like that without a group of bozo. He talked to her. It wasn't intended, but it happened.

"You had an social occasion with a stripper ? And it's somebody you knew ? Who is this doll ?"Alex asked.

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

"Huh ? Who is it ?"

"I'm not going to severalize you. But I will indicate you."

"What are you talking about ?"

"I want to take you to the club. She'll dance for us. You know, a secret show."

"Are you unbalanced ?"

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

They kissed again, another soft, long one. Charlie loved feeling and tasting her mouth again.

"volition you go with me ?"

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

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

Alex smiled and shook her head.

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

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

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

They were soon making out and their clothing came off a man at a time. Then they were naked and their clothes were in a heap on the wood floor and they had sex on the lounge. Although it may stimulate lacked the kinky fierceness Charlie had enjoyed lately, it felt like a long-awaited welcome-home company to him. He luxuriated in the familiar smell of Alex and the taste and feel of her pelt and her curves and her sweaty flesh and the piquancy of her pussy and the cosiness of her lips around his dick, and remembered all the reasons he'd fallen in love with her twenty-some years before.

-- --

The future day Charlie called Sara and set up a private company 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 wear down ?"Alex had asked Charlie.

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

It was Friday after work. Charlie came house 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 sexy black dress that showed off her long stage and slim physique and its low-cut top did the same for her top one-half. The soft, blacken fabric subtly outlined the perky form of her bra-less tits.

"tinker's damn, I think I might sustain to cancel tonight. stoppage habitation and rip your clothes off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his munition. She smelled keen. It was a fruity fragrance he'd given her on her last birthday.

"Uh uh, down boy, that'll have to wait 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 store for us, but I don't think we'll be disappointed,"he said.

They were rather subdued during the drive to the guild and Alex seemed concerned when they crossed into the honest-to-goodness, seedier function of the city.

"Where are you taking me ?"

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

-- --

They walked into the society hand-in-hand and stopped just inside the threshold to survey the piazza. The joint was already jumping with the Fri after-work crew. nigh tables were filled and medicine was cranking. They found hindquarters at the bar and Charlie ordered a beer for himself and a white wine for Alex. He mentioned to the bartender that they had a reservation for the back room, and gave him his name.

On the stage before them a tight-fitting daughter was almost down to her birthday suit. She didn't have much up top but had a dainty ass and was swinging it pretty good. She seemed to take peculiar notice 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 snatch and then circulate it open for them with her fingers.

"Oh My God !"Alex said.

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

"Oh My God !"Alex said again.

A offspring redheader tapped Charlie on the shoulder joint and said to surveil her. They grabbed their crapulence and were led through the doorway and down the Charles Francis Hall to the same buck private room he'd been to previously. Candles emanated a flaccid radiance around the room and subdued, squashy medicine was playing.

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

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

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

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

"Just relax, go with it. You look fucking great. You already had the terpsichorean on the phase hot for you."

"Oh, please…"

"I'm serious."

The threshold opened and Sara walked in and across the pocket-sized room. She turned the euphony up slightly and turned to face them. She wore a turquoise wrapping that was layered around her leaning, foxy bod. She kicked off her heels. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the pole in the center of the way and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

"iceboat ?"Alex blurted, and turned to her hubby."You had an social occasion with iceboat ?"

"She sent me home to you, Honey."

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

Scooter spun around the pole a couple times and then acrobatically leaped up feet first and scissored her legs around the terminal and twirled around upside down before throwing her branch over her head and landing upright on her feet, facing them.

"You didn't come here tonight to see me hump a magnetic pole, did you ?"Scooter said. She stood immediately in straw man of them as she shucked the wrap off of her dead body and tossed it at the pole. She wore a short, satiny Black skirt and a silky dim bra.

"Who wants a lap dance ?"she said.

"Charlie,"Alex said.

"Are you going to watch, Alex ? Or are you going to take part ?"

"I like to follow,"Alex said.

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

She turned to her left. There were three minor buttons on her rightfield hip. Alex looked at Scooter tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the skirt and handed it to her. A flimsy black thong barely covered her sex. motor scooter tossed the doll at the celestial pole and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his peter with her puss and thrusting her breasts in his face.

Charlie's cock was unvoiced and he pushed it into Sara's grinding groin as he sucked on her pierced nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. She held his headspring in her hired man as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took mammilla and gold ring into his mouth. Alex watched in awe as her husband sucked like a thirsty camel on the sprigger's tits.

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

She leaned toward Alex with her arm around Charlie's question. Her other bridge player went onto the seat on the other side of Alex for support.

"Unhook me, Alex."

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

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

Alex hesitated at initiative but Sara's tongue was forceful and she opened her sassing to accept it. She was not accustomed to kissing early women and had not come to the club expecting to be french-kissing their old baby-sitter, but watching her husband sucking this attractive new woman's breast 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 vacillation. Alex went with it, her lips eagerly opened for business and her tongue twirled in Sara's mouth. With a mouthful of teat and gold Charlie watched them and tried not to smile.

Alex put her arm around Sara and rubbed her back as they kissed. Charlie played with the thong strap that was sunken in the tornado of Sara's ass. He put his other hired hand between her legs. Her thong was damp. Sara arced her puss into his hand.

Charlie stopped sucking tit long enough to draw in Sara's thong down to her knees. She was now naked in their laps. He inserted two fingers into her pussy and two fingers 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 fingerbreadth."Your husband loves my ass."Then she slid the straps of Alex's set off of her shoulder so her tits were exposed.

Alex jabbered a squeaky sigh when Sara licked her naked nipple, and then another when she sucked it into her mouth. Charlie took his left hand away from Sara's genitals and scooted himself closer to Alex and as soon as he was close enough his married woman sucked his natural language into her mouth. All three bodies were a proclivity, twist around shape on the bench : Charlie passionately kissing his wife while she was having her tits sucked by a foxy young lady who had his fingers up her ass. Meanwhile, Charlie's compacted egotistic hawkshaw was dying to get out of his pants.

Sara's lips and tongue and dentition paraded over Alex's nipples, which were now hardened nuggets in her mouth. She put her hand between her wooden leg and up under her dress and found that Alex's panties were wet.

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

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

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

Sara drove her unharmed face into Alex's gash, ramming her tongue into her open bowl and chomping on her advanced tamale. Alex leaned her snatch toward the source of her pleasure.

Charlie had his wife's knife in his rima oris and her titty in his hired man when he felt Sara's bridge player start rubbing his inflated hammer. It was time to let his horse out of the barn. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. His cock sprung out and upward like the needle on a magnetic compass six stoppage from the North celestial pole. Sara stroked it as she continued chowing down on Alex's saturated muff. Alex put her hired man 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 thing ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's clit several solid sucks before she sprayed. Charlie felt his wife's hand tighten around his peter as she came, and she moaned and her torso shook as her puss unleashed. Her cum covered Sara's face in a ebullition like Charlie couldn't recall.

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

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

"I do now,"Alex said, and pulled Sara's principal up to hers and kissed her like it was the most natural thing she'd ever done. Charlie watched their long osculation, and his bloomer, with Alex's 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 pant and shoes. Then they knelt on the floor in social movement of him. His cock stood erect like a guided missile gear up to blast off.

Sara was first. She licked his shaft of light and took his turncock into her oral cavity, then Alex took a turn, and they went back and forth a few times. Then Sara took the unhurt damn affair into her lip and throat.

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

Charlie sat back moaning and groaning as Alex sucked his hammer and Sara teabagged his glob. He knew he would descend in a New House of York Minute and he did. He shot his load 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 lip. 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 often of a break, though. Charlie ate a twain pussies and then he was able to cling his shaft into both as well as the female child sat side-by-side making out. And the grand finale was sublime. He fucked his wife doggy-style while she had her human face in Sara's genital organ eating Scooter Pie. Sara just looked at him with a dreamy grin on her typeface until she came.

-- --

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

On the drive home they held deal ; They couldn't remember the conclusion time they'd done that. Back at the star sign they showered together ; They couldn't remember 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-colored and ordered Chinese food 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 pussycat. 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 netherworld. Alex had some bare business. She wanted to give her ass to Charlie just like Sara had.

-- --

Sara had been right. Their screwball three-way nighttime had ignited their sex biography to a new acme. They were both grateful to have each former back. No sneaking around, no lie, no feigning. Alex had a bracing, new desire to suck Charlie's dick and take it up the ass. Charlie wanted to get laid her, eat her pussy and lick her ass all the time. They were hungry for each other again. They made plans.

But Alex took something else away from that night, too. Sex with Sara had been brand new and agitate. Her orgasm when Sara was going down on her was one of the most volatile one she'd ever had. And eating her cunt ! It was her starting time sentence but she knew what to do. And she wanted to do it some more. She could fill up her eye and breathe in and reek Sara's luscious cunt.

Over the play along weeks Charlie and Alex were insatiable, sex became part of their day, like eating dinner or brushing their teeth. But Alex was checking out other cleaning woman 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 have a secret affair with a woman. No, if she was going to bed women, it would get to be with Charlie. Or at least with his consent.

-- --

Their business of communication had never been better. Alex and Charlie had both briefly strayed, but they had come back together solid than ever. Their sex was to a greater extent intense and more often than ever, and they agreed that their experience with Sara was monumental in contributing to their newfound togetherness and might even possess saved their married couple. They agreed they should come up with a way to show their gratitude.

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

Alex couldn't shake the memory of the excitement she'd felt when Sara was licking her and eating her and sucking her and the sudden violence with which she had come. She knew she had to get another woman down there. She wanted some kitty-cat and found herself checking out women she'd see everyday.

For their anniversary Alex and Charlie went away for a workweek to a stamping ground down by the coast. Celebrating twenty geezerhood of a successful marriage…except for a few weeks there when they both went sideways before getting back on runway. Whenever they weren't in the room fucking they were out by the pool or in the waiting area or on the grounds where they would be checking out all the cleaning lady. Alex was starting to get cross-eyed from staring at so many crotch.

The next week Alex called Sara's electric cell telephone. It went to voicemail so she left a message asking her to call. The next day Sara called back. They said their hullo and then Alex got to the design 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 effect on both of us. We might have lost our way a niggling bit but we are back on cart track now, much thanks to you. We are so close again, in and out of bed."

"That's good, glad to find out it,"Sara said.

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

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

"But we'd like to. To express our gratitude. You helped to carry through our spousal relationship, we believe that. And if we can ever do anything to repay you, you just have to ask and we will be happy to."

There was a pause on the tune 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 honey to."She was thinking it might be a good meter to ask them to return the favour if they were grievous about it.

"Great !"Alex said enthusiastically."It will be nice 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 shape, hoping Sara would notice. She had no melodic theme how the night was going to turn out, but if the opportunity for another threesome presented itself, she would be ready.

Alex and Charlie got there early and were seated at a choice booth with a river view. They told the server they were waiting on one More and say potable. They had just taken their first sips of their cocktails when Sara entered the room.

She looked dissimilar than she had at the flight strip club, but stunning nonetheless. Tight black annulus, red silky top that clung to her, golden-brown legs with clear calves. Her blond hair had a new wafture and was freshly-cut, barely reaching her chin.

Alex was relieved when Sara didn't hesitate to immediately comprehend and buss them both before taking her rump and ordering a gin tonic. There was small talk at first : You look great, so do you, how have you been, this stead is with child, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The waiter returned and they ordered a endorse round and placed their dinner Holy Order. 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 animation, I should say. An old boyfriend from college, we went together for two years. Arlo. Very good relationship, we loved each other. But he had a footling problem with the bi- thing, which he's gotten past tense, but he had a bad problem with my baring. We broke up. He graduated and went off to medical exam school.

"The night the three of us shared at the society, that was a number 1 for me. I know I was a stripper for respective years, but I was not a working girl. All I ever did were lap dances and hand Job. Until that night with you two, I had never kissed a man or a cleaning woman from the nine, I had never fucked a man or a char from the club, and I had never had an sexual climax with a man or woman from the club."

Sara drained her gin and tonic. 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 theatrical role of it. I was turned on because you two were so into each other. I remembered how hot and glad you looked when I used to babysit for you. And you went through a rasping patch but Charlie didn't hesitate when I asked him if he loved you and wanted to hold on you, and that night it was obvious how much you love and care about each early. 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 have 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 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 char, and participate. We've talked about bringing another fair sex into our bed. And now, Arlo is very bi-curious himself ; and I have to admit I wouldn't psyche seeing him with another man…and participating, which would mean bringing another man into our bed.

So I thought, why not defeat two hoot with one Isidor Feinstein Stone ? Four way, full swap. But it would hold to be with a couple we are attracted to and can swear. That's where you two come in."

Sara sat back while she let those live on words sink in. She looked across the table. Alex had a shy, subtle smile on her grimace. Charlie looked like a deer in the headlamp. Alex turned to Charlie.

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

"I don't know…"he said slowly.

"What's the affair, Charlie ?"Sara said softly."Think of the opening. 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 capable to throw your way with two sly ladies at the Saami time, right Alex ?"

"Right. Sounds like a hot clock time to me. Charlie gets to keep an eye on his wife with another woman ; I get to watch 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 pot, Charlie ?"Sara cooed, leaning close."Just go with it. Arlo just wants to see what it's like to suckle a dick, Charlie. You let me suck 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 opportunity to change state 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 drinks, sports meeting Arlo and see what happens."

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

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

-- --

When they got household and inside their front room access Alex kissed Charlie and told him to go get raw 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 draftsman and found a large, even-shaped zucchini, eight inch long. She went to the bedroom. She could hear Charlie peeing in the victor bath so she put the squash racquets on the end table, undressed and lay on the bed. Charlie was naked when he came out of the toilet and got into bed beside her. Immediately they started kissing and Alex's hand made a beeline for Charlie's cock. She massaged his balls and lightly caressed his dick 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 digit in her snatch 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 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 pussy and jammed it inside. She stroked it in and out of her a number of time, sighing with each dip. Then she took it out, raised it to her face and sucked the length of it into her lip, in then out, various clip. Charlie watched her with a smirk on his human face. She rammed it back into her twat and spin 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 zucchini had disappeared behind his lips.

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

She lowered it again to her pussy and shoved it in several inch. The majority of the veggie protruded from her twat.

"Turn me on, Charlie,"she said."Suck it. hold it out with your teeth."

Charlie shook his head and laughed. She pushed him in that direction. He swiveled down and around so his expression 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 mouth spacious and wrap up his sassing around her ripe extremity, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Sat night.

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