SCOOTER PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the country club after a Sabbatum good afternoon round of golf with his buddies Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the baseball club lounge after playing xviii holes but this day was a little unlike. It was Karl's 40th birthday and he had just recently separated from his second married woman so the bozo decided that on this day the nineteenth hole would be at a strip club on the other side of town. Across the path. The red light territorial dominion. breast 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 friend. They were both now over xl themselves and things had been tense between them recently. He thought it sadly ironic that now that their two kids were finally out of the cuddle and off to college and they would finally have the house to themselves, is the sentence when they would be having marital difficulties. Their next wedding ceremony anniversary would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still slim and trim and in excellent shape, a liberal couple in almost anyone's approximation, he didn't feeling like they would get much to celebrate.

Willy drove them all to the club in his car because he wasn't that big a imbiber. He'd have a couple light beers and then switch to diet snow. It took them about a half 60 minutes to get there. The club was dark inside with strobe lights flashing and music pounding. The office was only about half-full, so they took a tabular array close to the stage and runway, which the long bar curved around. There was a cute black miss with a bubble butt grinding upside-down on a pole not ten feet in front man of them. Another caramel brown cutie appeared out of lose weight air at their table and they proceeded to order overpriced drinks.

Charlie was out of his element but Karl and Duke were right in the middle of theirs. They were hooting and hollering in no time and soon were shoving posting into thong. 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 paw job under the table.

The next professional dancer hit the stage to ZZ Top, a petite brunette with huge tits and sufficiency eye makeup to die a giraffe. She did her set, shaking her booty and her boobs at top upper and getting quite a ascending from the client.

The next missy was a redhead with long branch and six column inch hound. She humped the pole for a while then faced away from them and knack over forward as she took off her sequined chick, which was about three inches long, and then her thong. They watched her dickhead overt as wide of the mark as a silver dollar and then close mean, and she did this over and over as the cat cheered. Then she turned around to face them and did the same thing with her twat.

Then a skinny Asiatic girl appeared…evidently the club believed in variety…and she was incredibly lithe and flexible. She contorted herself in various mode, like those freaks in the genus Circus, fingering herself and sticking a dildo up her ass, and rubbed oil all over her tits and licked it off with her tongue.

All this meter the son were enjoying the lady, putting away drinkable and throwing away money. After almost three hr they finally realized they had better wrap things up. The place was filling up and it was getting toward Saturday dark. As they were settling up their tab a new daughter came to the stage.

She was blond. Twenty-something, tall and slim athletic dead body, tan, toned weapon system and ramification, and tight defined abs. Her tomentum was a medium-length bob parted sort of in the middle and wrapped around her sexy high-pitched cheeks. All of her finger and toes were polished red, matching her puffy lip. She used every inch of the humble stage and moved with a fluent physical grace. A shiny, gauze-like net draped her upper torso covering her skimpy outfit. She tore off the net with her tooth as she sashayed around above them.

Charlie took special notice of this gal. She seemed to be a cut above the others, classier, with Sir Thomas More finesse 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 tactile property that way. He knew her from somewhere, he was sure enough of it, but he couldn't berth her. He could depone she was staring right at him as they walked out of the club.

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Charlie went home base in an alcohol-dependent haze. Alex wasn't family yet, which was a good thing since he was blasted. He washed and flossed and brushed, took four St. Joseph and got into bed.

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

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

He slept soundly straight through the dark. When he awoke early in the morning his pass was clearly again. As he stood in front end of the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth it came to him in a flash. He knew who the young blond social dancer was.

She was Scooter.

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Her veridical name was Sara. Everyone called her water scooter because when she was a teenager she was often seen riding her motor ice yacht. She would rag it everywhere, to schoolhouse, to the biotic community kitty, to the country golf club, to her problem. Charlie, in fact just about any healthy male, would stop over in his track when Scooter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a bikini with her long blond fuzz trailing in the fart behind her. She was a popular, pretty, athletic young woman with an exceptional body. As a teenager she was on the swimming and diving squad at the high shoal and had been a dance pupil as well.

Scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two baby were untested. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few geezerhood sure-enough than Charlie and Alex and lived a few blocks away. They all knew each other from the country club and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

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

But now he couldn't get the image of her out of his mind. What a beautiful offspring lady she had become. She was in her mid-twenties now, and her physical structure, 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 justly after she'd started and missed her act. He would throw to rectify that.

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Charlie went back to the comic strip club one evening the following week. The place wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a mate lady friend do their acts. He made low talk with the bartender a match of times but he didn't ask questions about the terpsichorean because he didn't want to look 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 blond with a fishnet wrapped around her'… ‘ Sexy Lexi ’, the barkeep said. ‘ She's off tonight. She'll be here tomorrow night. seed in at six ’.

Tomorrow Nox it is, Charlie thought.

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The next day Charlie told his wife he'd be late, he had a confluence after study. Not a lie, he thought. He wasn't for certain why he wanted to go see Sara, or what he expected from her. But things were weird at home, so what the sin. He already knew she was a hot, sexy fox. He wanted to see her display. See her striptease. See her boob and ass.

At a lilliputian after six he strode into the order. It was early so the space was pretty dead. He sat on a stool at the almost-empty bar and the bartender brought him the Lapplander beer he'd ordered the night before and then disappeared. A black chick was doing a mambo on the stagecoach. 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 chairperson polishing her nails.

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

"What's he look like ?"

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

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

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

Charlie was enjoying watching the dark meat cook on the stage in front of him. She danced like she was in the Soul train final examination and shake off her ass a mile-a-minute. Her slit was huge. He was in a spell staring at it when the bartender returned.

"Your missy is on following,"he said.

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

He watched the rest of the dancer's set and then watched her retrieve her blackguard and clothes and slip wing. She reappeared on the flooring 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 case of the night.

A couple minute of arc later a sultry swampy groove suddenly kicked out of the sound scheme and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore heels and her long branch were sheathed in shiny red slack water with a nonexistent crotch, making her black thong plainly visible. Up top she wore a lean waistcoat that matched her red bloomers, 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 inter-group communication with him almost immediately, pantomimed him a hi and blew him a kiss. Then she proceeded to give him what seemed like a private show.

He watched her prance around and hunch over the perch and chew on the net until she ripped it open and he could hear the Velcro shriek as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her waistcoat. She humped the pole a few more multiplication 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 feet in front of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her minuscule black bottom.

She had a crocked stomach with a ash grey waistline bracelet wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her navel. She continued her sexy, despicable dance, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her blackamoor top displaying her perky tanned tits with rings in her nipple and she swung her tit and fondled them. Then finally off came her flip-flop and Charlie watched for the succeeding few minute of arc 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 music stopped and the display was over, Sara gathered up her assorted garments and ran off the phase naked. Charlie looked up and the bartender was smiling at him.

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

"Hi, Mister Charlie,"she said.

"Hi, water 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 around here : Sexy Lexi, Randy Brandy, Franny Fox, Lily lush. I haven't heard scoter for years. I drive a car nowadays."

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

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

"Just call up me Charlie,"he said.

"OK, Charlie. I saw you in here stopping point Sabbatum with your champion. I didn't think you recognized me."

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

The barman appeared before them.

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

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

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

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

"I'm doing okay. employment and bet golf. The kids are away at college."

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

"She's okay too, I guess."

"Energy she acknowledge you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

"Don't worry, I won't William Tell. Do you ever see my forefather at the state clubhouse ?"

"Once in a while."

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

Their conversation paused while the bartender delivered their drinks.

"So. What's a squeamish guy like you doing in a post 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 strip club kind of guy. The other day you were here with a group."

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

"orgasm in a chemical group is one thing. But coming back on your own, that's dissimilar. It's flattering, but I want to be intimate what you really want."

Charlie took a swallow from his beer, awkward, suddenly in no-man's solid ground. Sara turned on her stool 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 good 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 tour 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 adjacent professional dancer made her entrance. blush wine Bush. Charlie felt Sara's hand slip between his legs. Her fingers surrounded his cock and rubbed it.

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

Charlie was impressed with how deftly and quickly her fingers on one hand unbuckled his smash, unbuttoned his pant and opened his fly. She threaded his hammer through the slit in his boxers and held it in her hand.

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

right in rhythm with the social dancer on microscope stage and the music coming from the speakers, an uptempo shuffle, Sara wanked Charlie's cock.

Charlie's forty-two year old hotdog was having a good old clock time in Sara's twenty-five year old hand.

"You like this, Charlie ?"

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

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

"I don't know…"

"Have you thought about putting it my mouth ?"

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

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

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

When it was over Sara released his drained penis and and scooped a swelling of cum off of his boxers with her finger's breadth. She took a mouthful and then put her fingertip to Charlie's mouth and chafe it into his lips.

"I have to go back to piece of work,"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 induce 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, sloppy mess in his pants.

-- --

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

She still couldn't believe what she was doing. She was ashamed of herself on one level. Here she was having an affair, cheating on her husband of almost twenty 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 people say ? What would her youngster consider ?

But on another point she was kind of pleased with herself. She was forty-one yr old and she knew she looked adept. She had a good body and had kept in shape, and men appreciated a stringent body with firm tits and a overnice ass. She was proud of the fact that a big new man 13 years her Junior had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to note she liked having a new pecker inside her.

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

Nothing happened that first time former than an restless kiss at the end. But Alex could distinguish he wanted her. The ring on her left hand certainly did not deter him and she knew in her spirit that if he asked her again she would go to bed with him. The side by side workweek Justin asked her out again. They skipped the drinks and went to his condominium and fucked.

That was five weeks ago. They'd fucked after study on the Saami day each week. She knew it wouldn't finis and knew things would end up awkward in the end. Justin was no with child 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 bedroom to deepen. He put his dirty clothing in the dry cleanup bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't notice. He could pick up her in the bath and thought it was a strange metre to be taking a rain shower. Still naked, he considered going in there and getting into the shower with her. But he didn't. It would be out of character and he was sure that she would see through him and spot his guilt and know that he'd been up to something naughty.

He told himself he would stay away from the funnies order. But he didn't.

-- --

The next calendar week there he was again, seated at the bar. Sara smiled and gave him the eye as she did her act. She was dressed differently this fourth dimension and he watched her as she peeled off piece after patch until she wore nothing but a G-string the size of a stamp stamp and two pasties on her nipples. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her sway her surface gash and dilating asshole in front of him with a coy grin on her cheek. He had his hand in his lap massaging his stiffened cock.

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

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

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

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

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

Sara put her hand between his legs and felt his cock. She stroked it like she had the go metre and felt its hardness twisting against the fabric of his pants.

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

He looked right into her eyes. They were astray afford and looked like round olive green pools. She started to be active her aspect 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 it ?"she asked. She didn't postponement for an answer."Because we can seduce that happen, Charlie. We have private rooms in the back. You'd have to pay for it, but we could be alone. Would you like that ?"

Charlie nodded.

"goodness,"Sara said."come with me."

She took his hand and led him around the bar to a lock in door. He felt like everyone was watching and his hard-on was sticking out like a sore thumb. Sara punched in a codification on a keypad and unlocked the door. They walked down a abruptly Charles Francis Hall and then through another door into a small elbow room. There was a magnetic pole in the shopping center and a yoke of banquettes against the walls.

"Have a buns, Charlie."

Sara didn't mess around with the pole in the center of the way. But Charlie's pole was a different matter. He was going to get a lap dance without the medicine. She untied her cloak and slipped it off. She was 100 % naked underneath. She moved in and put her knees on the padded workbench, straddling him.

She pushed her thrust mammilla into his facial expression. Charlie sucked one into his mouth and tasted her sweet and sweaty flesh along with the metal tang of the gold ring attached. He held her bare ass in his hands as she ground her nude cumulation against his arm putz through the taut cloth of his trousers. Her nipple hardened in his back talk and his stopcock pushed hard against her bald, twisting snatch. Charlie switched nipples and Sara pushed it into his mouth while she clamped her hands on the back of his head and pulled it to her.

"Ah, you're beneficial 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 mammilla hard as super globe Sara lowered herself and sat future to Charlie and put her hand on his cock.

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

He nodded. She unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He lifted his keister slightly and slid his pants down and over his knees and she held his cock in her hired 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 lip on his and zoomed her tongue into his mouth.

They kissed with a locked, vivid passion and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her close. Their sassing were meshed and their tongues explored new mouths and Sara was shocked not only by the fact she'd done it, but also by how hanker it went on and how much they both were into it. She'd been thinking about him the last few days and had hoped he'd come back. And she knew she would see him again after this night, but not at the baseball club. She was going to be his lover. His mistress, his concubine, his concubine, his doxy, hollo 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 comic strip club.

"tinker's damn, you're a practiced osculator,"she said. Then she lowered her head into his lap and took his house, rigid cock into her mouth.

Charlie was impressed by Sara's flexibility. Her butt was seated insipid on the cushion next to him facing forward but her torso was twisted toward him and bent at the shank and her face was in his genital organ with his dick in her mouth. Charlie massaged her shoulders and speed back as her top dog bobbed up and down sucking him. He tried to swing his inwardness into her in clock time with her movements.

It was almost like his wit was in a trance or he was having a aspiration or his dick was a character in a pic. This beautiful Young lady who used to be his babysitter year ago was now sucking his dick. And she was damn good at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to savor it and swallow it. If his wife wouldn't take precaution of him she would. She liked the feel of his paw roaming her anatomy and the estrus of his cock against her clapper and the paries of her mouth. His glob were now like acorns in her mitt so she knew his automobile horn was about to blow.

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

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

"Damn, sea scooter, uh sorry, I mean Sara,"he said.

"You can call me sea scooter if you like."

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

"You like to eat slit, Charlie ?"

He nodded and croaked an ‘ Uh Huh ’.

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

He licked her labia and sucked on her intumesce clit. When she felt him tongue-fucking her melted tunnel Sara humped his face up against the wall behind his head. He spread his hands around her stern as she fucked his face and squeezed her ass until he felt her buns form gunk between his finger. Soon it was her number to come.

"Oh roll in the hay, Charlie !"

She pounded his face harder with her groin and he dug his finger into the crack of her ass for a better grip. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's aspect, into his mouth and dripped from his chin. She leaned hard against him in showcase her pegleg buckled. She moaned as the moving ridge flowed out of her.

In her Clarence Shepard Day Jr. as a peeler as far as Sara had been willing to go with client were hired man jobs and the rare nose candy job if the guy was attractive and she was in the mood. She never kissed the customer. And she had never had an coming. Now with Charlie she'd done all of it. And she decided she was going for even more. She was going to roll in the hay him too.

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

"Fuck me, Charlie,"Sara said softly.

Charlie nodded. He felt her finger on his erected cock and her slit lowered and surrounded it. Just like that he was balls-deep into her. She put her branch around his neck and moved her kitty up and down and squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscle. Up and down, over and over, hugging his tool with her cunt, her dewy optic locked onto his.

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

"Ugh…Ugh…Ugh,"Sara grunted with each plunge of his cock into her."Yes, Charlie. screwing me. screw me."

Charlie banged her like he was beating on a bass voice drum. He felt her cunt 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 stochasticity. She was groaning as she was getting fucked and Charlie was pounding her rear into the drywall behind her and the banquette was creaking along with them. She knew she would be taking a razz from the miss because this was so out of reference for her.

"I'm gon na add up,"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 give chase end of his freight she moaned and bit him on the shoulder.

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

Charlie held her quivering body as she came with a series of shaky, wet spasms. Once she was still he pulled his pecker out of her and stood up. His pants were a twisted wreck around his ankles.

"So, Charlie, have you had enough water 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 minor pocket of her wrap and pulled out a business card and handed it to him.

"My electric cell number is on this identity card,"she said."yell me."

Charlie looked at the wit."human Services counsel ?"he said.

"Yeah. partiality words for mixer Worker."

"You're a mixer actor ?"

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

"I had no idea."

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

"Wow, you are an impressive Whitney Young lady,"Charlie said, and felt like an old breaking wind as soon as the speech were out of his mouth.

"Thank you, Charlie,"she said, and kissed him."hold public treasury I get you in bed."

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

On the drive nursing home he felt honorable 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 offend Alex but he was already looking forward to getting another discernment of Scooter Pie.

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Alex continued to ‘ work late'one nighttime a calendar week at Justin's lieu. They had their unremarkable down pat, the same nighttime each hebdomad. Alex would show up at the same time, get undressed, neatly hang up her clothes and lie in his bed. They would kiss, then she'd suck some pecker, get her pussy licked and get laid. They were usually done in an minute and a half.

That was the same night of the hebdomad that Charlie would ‘ piece of work late'at Sara's apartment. He'd usually bug out of employment a little former and go to Sara's place. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had assorted oils and lotions and candles burning in her bedroom. They'd be naked in the bed in ready manner and they would dunk right into some kind of kinky, savage sex which would lead to loud, ecstatic orgasms. Then as they lay in bed resting they would peach about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to kissing and fondling and beating and sucking and it would culminate in more conventional screwing and climaxes.

The first clock time at Sara's she spent the number 1 one-half time of day sucking on his balls and playing with his asshole. With his dick like a hot rod in her hand and his Lucille Ball 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 future workweek they did anal retentive. The week after that Charlie got a blow job and a dildo up his ass at the Lapplander time. She licked his prick ; he licked hers. There were oily massages, wily bodies rubbing and hot candela wax sizzling on sweaty flesh. Every workweek was exciting and there was always a surprise.

But what Charlie began to prize as much as the sex were their entr'acte. He enjoyed their conversations during the relief time between their opening and closing acts. She was so loose to talk to and not afraid to open up. Which helped him spread out up.

He learned that Sara had gone to college on a encyclopedism and had started stripping on the weekends for spear carrier money. She graduated with honour and then came home and got the job as a sociable prole. The pay wasn't great so she got the job dancing at the club. She could make twice her societal worker wage by stripping three sack a hebdomad. She was working on a masters degree in psychology. She was bisexual. Her last two sexual relationships before Charlie had been with women.

Charlie opened up to Sara quite a bit as well. Sara instinctively knew that his marriage must be on the fritz ; she didn't think he would be coming to her apartment to bang her once a week otherwise. After a couple months of their hebdomadal trysts Charlie was holding Sara in his arm and her question was resting on his pectus 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 unenviable silence while Charlie tried to figure out what to say.

"Uh, no,"he said."At to the lowest degree I don't think so. I only went to that club to celebrate a friend's natal day, 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 want to hold on her ?"

There was another uneasy suspension as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"Does she sense the Same way ?"

"I really don't know."

Sara shifted her weight and looked at him."May I make a hint ? A couple hypnotism, actually."

"Sure,"he said.

"low, you need to find out. And we have to stop. And she has to turn back. If she feels the Lapplander 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 need to get that back ?"

"Yes, I do."

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

Charlie shook his chief 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 lend her to the golf-club,"Sara said.

"Yeah, right,"Charlie said.

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

"You kidding me ?"

"Nope."

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

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

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

-- --

Charlie got home earlier than usual. Alex was already rest home and settled on the couch in the crime syndicate room. She had a book in her bridge player, a drink on the board and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove.

Charlie didn't know that Alex had ended her thing the week before. She and Justin had been in mid-fuck in his bed when a dotty woman started banging on his front door and shriek and cursing. She was calling him a illegitimate child and a liar and a shithead and a no-good cocksucker loud sufficiency for the solid building and half the neighborhood to pick up. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to contain. So they threw on some clothes and Justin answered the door. The woman ranted and raved and screamed at both of them, called Alex a slut and a fancy woman and asked Justin if she was the other married cunt he was fucking. The woman picked up lamps and versatile token and started throwing them around the aliveness room. thoroughly old Justin had been screwing this woman every week on a unlike night. Alex told Justin to go fuck himself and got out of there pretty damn promptly before the cops showed up.

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

"You're base 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 pass."What are you reading ?"he asked.

"depository library record book,"she said."An old Pat Conroy."

"Ah. So,"he said, and cleared his throat."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 match XII times. When her weeping was reduced to a pule Charlie got up and sat beside her on the sofa. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. 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 misunderstanding. Everybody does."

"How did you sleep together ?"

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

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

"Do you still sleep with me ?"he asked.

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

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

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

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

They proceeded to have one of the most informal conversations they'd had in long time. There was plenty of pain to go around for both of them but as they cleansed their sense of right and wrong they opened the doorway to a sassy start.

Alex told Charlie about how it had started. Justin was Pres Young and handsome and he would amount into the office and hit on her. She was now in her forties and it felt good 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 boozing with him after work. And one thing led to another and they were having an affair. It really meant nix and wasn't meant to finale. And then she finds out the son-of-a-bitch is fucking at least one other married woman at the Saami time.

Charlie told Alex about the natal day party for Karl. They'd taken him to a strip show club because Karl is into that scene. They hung out a while and as they were leaving he'd noticed that the dancer that had just come on point looked 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 kickoff sentence he'd ever set foot in a lieu like that without a radical of guys. He talked to her. It wasn't intended, but it happened.

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

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

"Huh ? Who is it ?"

"I'm not going to secernate 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 dotty ?"

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

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

"testament you go with me ?"

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

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

Alex smiled and shook her head.

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

"How long has it been since we made bang on a couch ?"Charlie asked, after a here and now of silence.

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

They were soon making out and their habiliment came off a piece at a metre. Then they were naked and their dress were in a heap 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 aroma of Alex and the taste and feel of her skin and her curved shape and her sweaty flesh and the piquancy of her cunt and the cosiness of her lips around his cock, and remembered all the ground he'd fallen in love with her twenty-some years before.

-- --

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

"Are you looking forward to it, Charlie ?"

"Yes, very lots so."

"Is Alex looking forward to it ?"

"I think so. I hope so."

"I hope so too. Because I am."

-- --

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

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

It was Friday after employment. Charlie came base and grabbed a beer and waited for Alex as she showered and changed clothes. Charlie was not thwarted when she appeared. She had on her aphrodisiacal black garb that showed off her prospicient legs and slim physical body and its decollete top did the like for her top half. The piano, Shirley Temple textile subtly outlined the perky form of her bra-less tits.

"Damn, I think I might possess to set off tonight. Stay home and rip your dress off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his arms. She smelled swell. It was a fruity redolence he'd given her on her in conclusion birthday.

"Uh uh, down boy, that'll have to expect public treasury we get back. I'm too singular about what you have in storage for us,"she said.

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

They were rather subdued during the cause to the club and Alex seemed worry when they crossed into the quondam, seedier part of the city.

"Where are you taking me ?"

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

-- --

They walked into the club hand-in-hand and stopped just inside the door to survey the position. The junction was already jumping with the Fri after-work crowd. virtually mesa were filled and music was cranking. They found seats at the bar and Charlie ordered a beer for himself and a Andrew D. White wine for Alex. He mentioned to the bartender that they had a reservation for the endorse room, and gave him his name.

On the stage before them a weedy girl was almost down to her birthday suit. She didn't have much up top but had a skillful ass and was swinging it pretty full. She seemed to take limited observation of Alex, and was looking right at her and smiling when she peeled off her G-string. She started humping in their direction with her raw snatch and then spread it open for them with her fingers.

"Oh My God !"Alex said.

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

"Oh My God !"Alex said again.

A young Melanerpes erythrocephalus tapped Charlie on the shoulder and said to follow her. They grabbed their drinks and were led through the threshold and down the hall to the like secret room he'd been to previously. wax light emanated a lenient radiance around the room and easygoing, swampy music was playing.

"Have a fundament, make yourselves well-situated. Lexi will be with you shortly,"Redhead said."Enjoy."

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

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

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

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

"Oh, please…"

"I'm serious."

The doorway opened and Sara walked in and across the small room. She turned the euphony up slightly and turned to front them. She wore a turquoise wrap that was layered around her lean, foxy bod. She kicked off her blackguard. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the pole in the center of the room and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

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

"She sent me home to you, Honey."

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

Scooter spun around the pole a dyad times and then acrobatically leaped up feet first and scissored her legs around the pole and twirled around upside down before throwing her legs over her drumhead and landing just on her foot, facing them.

"You didn't come here tonight to see me hump a perch, did you ?"Scooter said. She stood immediately in battlefront of them as she shucked the wrapper off of her organic structure and tossed it at the Pole. She wore a brusk, satiny black wench and a satiny black bra.

"Who wants a lap dance ?"she said.

"Charlie,"Alex said.

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

"I like to look on,"Alex said.

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

She turned to her left. There were three minuscule clitoris on her proper hip. Alex looked at sea scooter tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the skirt and handed it to her. A flimsy blackamoor G-string barely covered her sex. Scooter tossed the skirt at the pole and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his tool with her kitty and poke her breasts in his face.

Charlie's cock was hard and he pushed it into Sara's grinding mole as he sucked on her pierced tit through the thin fabric of her bra. She held his head in her men as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took nipple and gold closed chain into his lip. Alex watched in awe as her married man sucked like a thirsty camel on the stripper's tits.

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

She leaned toward Alex with her arm around Charlie's forefront. Her other hand 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 direction of the pole.

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

Alex hesitated at first but Sara's tongue was forceful and she opened her back talk to accept it. She was not accustomed to kissing other cleaning woman and had not come to the club expecting to be french-kissing their old baby-sitter, but watching her husband sucking this attractive young fair sex'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 clock time there was no hesitation. Alex went with it, her lips eagerly opened for business and her lingua twirled in Sara's mouth. With a mouthful of nipple and gold Charlie watched them and tried not to smile.

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

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

Alex jabbered a squeaky sigh when Sara licked her raw nipple, and then another when she sucked it into her back talk. Charlie took his allow helping hand away from Sara's crotch and scooted himself tight to Alex and as soon as he was close enough his wife sucked his tongue into her lip. All three soundbox were a tilt, worm descriptor on the work bench : Charlie passionately kissing his wife while she was having her tits sucked by a foxy young noblewoman who had his finger up her ass. Meanwhile, Charlie's compacted puff up dick was dying to get out of his pants.

Sara's rim and lingua and teeth paraded over Alex's tit, which were now hardened nuggets in her mouth. She put her script between her legs and up under her garb and found that Alex's panties were wet.

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

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

"Oh My God !"Alex slurred, with her hubby's sassing covering hers.

Sara drove her whole face into Alex's gash, ramming her spit into her open bowl and chomping on her good tamale. Alex leaned her cunt toward the generator of her pleasure.

Charlie had his wife's tongue in his mouth and her titty in his hand when he felt Sara's hand start rubbing his high-flown cock. It was time to let his knight out of the barn. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. His prick sprung out and upward like the needle on a charismatic orbit six blocks from the north Pole. Sara stroked it as she continued chowing down on Alex's saturated muff. Alex put her handwriting 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 issue ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's clit respective unanimous sucking before she sprayed. Charlie felt his married woman's manus tighten up around his tool as she came, and she moaned and her organic structure shook as her slit unleash. Her cum covered Sara's cheek in a outpouring like Charlie couldn't recall.

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

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

"I do now,"Alex said, and pulled Sara's brain up to hers and kissed her like it was the most natural thing she'd ever done. Charlie watched their yearn kiss, and his boo-boo, with Alex's hand still wrapped around it, waited patiently.

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

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

Sara was first. She licked his gibe and took his prick into her sassing, then Alex took a routine, and they went back and forth a few times. Then Sara took the unit shit thing into her rima oris and throat.

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

Charlie sat back moaning and groaning as Alex sucked his shaft and Sara teabagged his testicle. He knew he would come in a New York second 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 glossa into her mouth. He smiled at the visual modality of his wife and his ex-mistress french-kissing with his cum seeping from between their lips.

His shaft didn't get a good deal of a break, though. Charlie ate a pair kitty and then he was able to stick his dick into both as well as the girls sat side-by-side making out. And the distinguished stopping point was sublime. He fucked his married woman doggy-style while she had her fount in Sara's crotch eating Scooter Pie. Sara just looked at him with a dreamy grin on her face until she came.

-- --

When the display was over Sara kissed them both good-by, picked up her clothing and was gone. Charlie and Alex took a couple minutes to get dressed and then both went to the convenience. Their plumbing had a few leaks.

On the drive home they held hands ; They couldn't remember the last time they'd done that. Back at the star sign they showered together ; They couldn't commend the terminal time they'd done that. And they fucked in the exhibitor ; They couldn't remember when they'd death done that, either.

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

They went to bed horny as inferno. Alex had some unfinished business. She wanted to give her ass to Charlie just like Sara had.

-- --

Sara had been right. Their crazy three-way night had ignited their sex life to a new height. They were both thankful to have each early back. No sneaking around, no lies, no feigning. Alex had a fresh, new desire to absorb Charlie's putz and remove it up the ass. Charlie wanted to fuck her, eat her pussy and lick her ass all the time. They were athirst for each other again. They made plans.

But Alex took something else away from that night, too. Sex with Sara had been blade new and exciting. Her climax when Sara was going down on her was one of the most volatile ones she'd ever had. And eating her puss ! It was her world-class time but she knew what to do. And she wanted to do it some more. She could close down her eyes and breathe in and smell Sara's pleasant-tasting snatch.

Over the following week Charlie and Alex were insatiable, sex became part of their day, like eating dinner or brushing their teeth. But Alex was checking out other fair sex too, watching them, taking in their curved shape, wondering what it would be like with them. Would they be up for it ? But she wouldn't know how to come on it and she didn't want to have a secret affair with a char. No, if she was going to have intercourse women, it would get to be with Charlie. Or at least with his consent.

-- --

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

"She's a infernal region of a mixer proletarian, in more ways than one,"Charlie had said.

Alex couldn't agitate the memory of the excitation 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 pussycat 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 slide. Celebrating twenty old age of a successful marriage…except for a few hebdomad there when they both went sideways before getting back on track. Whenever they weren't in the room fucking they were out by the puddle or in the waiting area or on the priming coat where they would be checking out all the cleaning lady. Alex was starting to get cross-eyed from staring at so many private parts.

The adjacent calendar week Alex called Sara's cellular telephone phone. It went to voicemail so she left a message asking her to squall. The next day Sara called back. They said their hellos and then Alex got to the purpose of her call.

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

"That's good, glad to take heed 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 save our marriage, we believe that. And if we can ever do anything to return you, you just have to ask and we will be happy to."

There was a pause on the crinkle while Sara hesitated, thinking about the invitation. There had been Recent epoch changes in her spirit that Alex didn't know about.

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

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

They set the day of the month 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 jump suit that showed off her segmentation and her condition, hoping Sara would notice. She had no theme how the Night was going to wrick out, but if the opportunity for another threesome presented itself, she would be ready.

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

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

Alex was relieved when Sara didn't hesitate to immediately embrace and snog them both before taking her rear and ordering a gin tonic. There was pocket-sized talk at maiden : You look big, so do you, how have you been, this berth is great, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The server returned and they ordered a second beat 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 animation,"Sara continued."Or back in my aliveness, I should say. An old boyfriend from college, we went together for two long time. Arlo. Very respectable relationship, we loved each other. But he had a little problem with the bi- thing, which he's gotten past, but he had a bigger trouble with my uncovering. We broke up. He graduated and went off to aesculapian school.

"The night the three of us shared at the club, that was a first of all for me. I know I was a striptease artist for several days, but I was not a woman of the street. All I ever did were lap terpsichore and bridge player jobs. Until that dark with you two, I had never kissed a man or a woman from the club, I had never fucked a man or a woman from the nightspot, and I had never had an orgasm with a man or womanhood 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 nighttime. I was turned on and I went with it. But the sex was only part of it. I was turned on because you two were so into each former. I remembered how hot and 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 former. 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 got it. I got up the brass 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 charwoman, 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 judgement seeing him with another man…and participating, which would mean bringing another man into our bed.

So I thought, why not vote down two birds with one stone ? Four way, fully swap. But it would sustain to be with a couple we are attracted to and can trust. That's where you two come in."

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

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

"I don't know…"he said slowly.

"What's the thing, 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 capable to have your way with two foxy ladies at the same time, right Alex ?"

"right hand. Sounds like a hot time to me. Charlie gets to watch his married woman with another fair sex ; I get to watch my married man with another man."She squeezed his hired man 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 suck a rooster, Charlie. You let me suck it, Alex sucks it."

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

"What's the deviation ? If it feels good, who cares ? You got turned on watching Alex and me. Now you have a chance to ferment 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 beverage, sports meeting Arlo and see what happens."

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

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

-- --

When they got home and inside their front door Alex kissed Charlie and told him to go get au naturel and lie on the bed. She said she was going to give 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 magnanimous, even-shaped zucchini, eight column inch long. She went to the sleeping room. She could discover Charlie peeing in the overlord bathroom so she put the squash on the end table, disrobe and lay on the bed. Charlie was naked when he came out of the bathroom and got into bed beside her. Immediately they started kissing and Alex's hand made a beeline for Charlie's 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."

pile she went. She kissed it, licked it and took it in her back talk. She stuck her digit in her slit and swished it around, then glided it into his asshole. She sucked him as she reamed him from behind.

Charlie moaned and swung his essence into her sass in sync with the digit 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.

"drill,"she said.

She lowered it to her puss and jammed it inside. She stroked it in and out of her a number of times, sighing with each dip. Then she took it out, raised it to her human 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 spun it around, getting it good and wet and funky. She handed it to Charlie.

"You try it,"she said.

He laughed but went along. He sucked a couple inches into his mouth and pulled it out. Alex egged him on and he did it again, then again. He had a big mouth so near of the courgette 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 bulk of the vegetable protruded from her twat.

"bend me on, Charlie,"she said."suck it. Take it out with your teeth."

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

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

She watched Charlie afford his backtalk wide and wrap his lips around her advanced member, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Saturday night.

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