scoter PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the body politic baseball club after a Saturday good afternoon round of golf with his buddies Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the social club lounge after playing eighteen holes but this day was a little different. It was Karl's 40th natal day and he had just recently separated from his second wife so the guy decided that on this day the nineteenth hole would be at a strip golf club on the other side of town. Across the tracks. The red sluttish district. Titty 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 booster. 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 nest and off to college and they would finally give the house to themselves, is the time when they would be having marital difficulties. Their next wedding anniversary would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still slim and trim and in excellent shape, a handsome couple in almost anyone's idea, he didn't feel like they would possess lots to celebrate.

Willy drove them all to the lodge in his car because he wasn't that big a imbiber. He'd have a couple dismount beers and then change to diet coke. It took them about a half time of day to get there. The ball club was darkness inside with stroboscope Light flashing and medicine pounding. The space was only about half-full, so they took a tabular array close to the stagecoach and runway, which the long bar curved around. There was a cute black daughter with a gurgle butt grinding inverted on a pole not ten feet in movement of them. Another caramel cutie appeared out of thin air at their tabular array and they proceeded to order overpriced drinks.

Charlie was out of his factor but Karl and Duke were right in the midsection of theirs. They were hooting and hollering in no clip and soon were shoving billhook into G-strings. The black terpsichorean came to the mesa and Willy told her it was Karl's birthday. That got her a seat at the table and a big tip and Karl got a hand job under the table.

The next social dancer hit the level to ZZ Top, a petite brunette with huge tits and sufficiency eye makeup to choke a giraffe. She did her set, shaking her booty and her boobs at top speed and getting quite a rise from the customers.

The next girl was a redheader with long legs and six inch blackguard. She humped the perch for a while then faced away from them and bent grass over forward as she took off her sequined skirt, which was about three inch long, and then her thong. They watched her asshole open as wide as a facile buck and then close pixilated, and she did this over and over as the guys cheered. Then she turned around to front them and did the same affair with her twat.

Then a skinny Asian girl appeared…evidently the gild believed in variety…and she was incredibly slender and pliable. She contorted herself in various ways, like those junkie in the circus, fingering herself and sticking a dildo up her ass, and rubbed oil all over her boob and licked it off with her tongue.

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

She was blond. Twenty-something, tall and lose weight athletic body, tan, toned arms and legs, and tight defined abs. Her hair was a medium-length bob parted kind of in the center and wrapped around her sexy high gear face. All of her fingers and toes were polished red, matching her puffy lips. She used every inch of the diminished stage and moved with a smooth physical blessing. A shiny, vaporous net draped her speed physical structure covering her skimpy outfit. She tore off the net with her teeth as she sashayed around above them.

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

-- --

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

He lay in bed thinking about the blonde. The way she moved, the way she looked, the way she smiled at him. He couldn't get her out of his judgement. That nerve, he knew it from somewhere. He knew this girl and he racked his genius 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 slur his words. But he was pretty sure she was half-lit too by how loud and clumsy she was as she got ready for bed. By the time she climbed in beside him he was nodding off and thinking about the untested blond again.

He slept soundly straight through the dark. When he awoke early in the good morning his header was unclouded again. As he stood in forepart of the bathroom mirror brushing his dentition it came to him in a flash. He knew who the young blond terpsichorean was.

She was Scooter.

-- --

Her real name was Sara. Everyone called her scooter because when she was a teenager she was often seen riding her motor motor scooter. She would razz it everywhere, to school, to the residential area pool, to the area club, to her jobs. Charlie, in fact just about any sound male, would check in his rails when water scooter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a bikini with her long blond fuzz trailing in the wind behind her. She was a pop, pretty, gymnastic girl with an exceptional soundbox. As a teenager she was on the swim and diving teams at the high school and had been a dance student as well.

Scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two children were young. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few eld onetime than Charlie and Alex and lived a few blocks away. They all knew each early from the commonwealth club and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about sea scooter for years. The in conclusion he had heard she had graduated high schooltime near the top of her division and had gone off to college on a scholarship. 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 Loretta Young lady she had become. She was in her mid-twenties now, and her body, oh God. And she recognized him, he knew that now, he wasn't imagining her staring at him or smiling at him as he had left the golf club. He only wished he hadn't left right after she'd started and missed her act. He would own to repair that.

-- --

Charlie went back to the strip club one evening the survey calendar week. The place wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a couple girls do their human action. He made small talk with the mixologist a yoke of times but he didn't ask questions about the terpsichorean because he didn't want to seem like a satyr. He did casually say to him, ‘ Hey, I was in here final Sabbatum and there was a cutie up there, a peach blond with a fishnet wrapped around her'… ‘ Sexy Lexi ’, the barkeeper said. ‘ She's off tonight. She'll be here tomorrow night. Comes in at six ’.

Tomorrow night it is, Charlie thought.

-- --

The next day Charlie told his wife he'd be late, he had a coming together after work. Not a lie, he thought. He wasn't sure why he wanted to go see Sara, or what he expected from her. But things were eldritch at home, so what the Hades. He already knew she was a hot, sexy fox. He wanted to see her appearance. See her strip. See her mamilla and ass.

At a little after six he strode into the baseball club. It was early so the situation was pretty dead. He sat on a commode at the almost-empty bar and the bartender brought him the same beer he'd ordered the dark before and then disappeared. A Joseph Black chick was doing a mambo on the microscope stage. Charlie noticed a man and a womanhood at the far end of the bar who both seemed to be getting into her.

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

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

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

"What's he look like ?"

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

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

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

Charlie was enjoying watching the dark heart cook on the stage in nominal head of him. She danced like she was in the Soul train finals and shook her ass a mile-a-minute. Her pussy was huge. He was in a trance staring at it when the mixologist returned.

"Your young lady is on adjacent,"he said.

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

He watched the rest of the dancer's set and then watched her retrieve her bounder and wearing apparel and pillowcase backstage. She reappeared on the story shortly thereafter and started working the brace 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 independent event of the night.

A couple minutes later a sultry swampy channel suddenly kicked out of the phone arrangement and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore heels and her retentive legs were sheathed in shiny red slacks with a nonexistent privates, making her black thong plainly visible. Up top she wore a skimpy vest that matched her red pants, and underneath it a black bikini top that matched her lash. The thin net covered all the goodies.

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

He watched her prance around and hump the terminal and chew on the net until she ripped it open and he could hear the Velcro shriek as she whipped it off. Her pant came off, then her waistcoat. She humped the pole a few more times and did a Split on the floor and rolled over on her human knee 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 blacken bottom.

She had a tight tum with a silver waist watchband wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her navel. She continued her sexy, slimed dance, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her dim top displaying her perky tanned pap with rings in her nipples and she swung her breasts 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 hip for him, and rotated her hairless groin for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her buttocks for him, and winked her asshole at him.

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

Not long after Sara slid onto to the can next to him. She wore her crotchless red pants and the black lash 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 calling around here : Sexy Lexi, Randy Brandy, Franny Fox, Lily souse. I haven't heard scooter for years. I drive a car nowadays."

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

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

"Just call me Charlie,"he said.

"Okay, 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 lieu you right away. It struck me later on."

The bartender appeared before them.

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

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

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

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

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

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

"She's okay too, I guess."

"doe she know you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

"Don't worry, I won't Tell. Do you ever see my father at the res publica baseball club ?"

"Once in a while."

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

Their conversation paused while the barman 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 soda pop weewee."Did you like watching me dance ? Or seeing me nude ? 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 friend had his fortieth birthday so we took him out."

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

Charlie took a sup from his beer, awkward, suddenly in no-man's Edwin Herbert Land. Sara turned on her potty to face up him.

"What did you like nigh, Charlie, when I was up there dancing ? I don't think it was my terpsichore. I'm a just terpsichorean, but that's not it. Was it my nipple ? My ass ? Or was it my twat ? Did you like that ?"

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that turn you on, Charlie ?"

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

"Am I turning you on now ?"

"Yes."

Suddenly saltation medicine emanated from the speakers as the future dancer made her entrance. rosebush Bush. Charlie felt Sara's hand slip between his legs. Her fingerbreadth surrounded his pecker and rubbed it.

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

Charlie was impressed with how deftly and quickly her fingerbreadth on one mitt unbuckled his bash, unbuttoned his knickers and opened his fly. She threaded his cock through the prick in his short pants and held it in her hand.

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

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

Charlie's xlii year old wienerwurst was having a skilful old time in Sara's twenty-five year old hand.

"You like this, Charlie ?"

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

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

"I don't know…"

"Have you thought about putting it my mouth ?"

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

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

"I have to go back to 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 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, sloughy mess in his pants.

-- --

Alex was taking a hot shower bath. She scrubbed her body clear, especially her twat, inside and out. She noticed there was a bruise -- a hickie ! -- below her navel where Justin had sucked too backbreaking. She hoped Charlie wouldn't posting. She had just gotten home from Justin's condo, where she'd fucked him for the 5th time.

She still couldn't believe what she was doing. She was ashamed of herself on one grade. Here she was having an affair, cheating on her husband of almost XX geezerhood. Her husband would be devastated. Would he disjoint her ? She didn't want that, but things between them had been strained recently. What would masses say ? What would her child think ?

But on another stratum she was kind of pleased with herself. She was 41 geezerhood old and she knew she looked honest. She had a beneficial consistence and had kept in pattern, and men appreciated a tight body with firm tit and a nice ass. She was proud of the fact that a handsome Lester Willis Young man thirteen years her junior had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to refer she liked having a new cock inside her.

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

Nothing happened that first time early than an uneasy candy kiss at the end. But Alex could tell he wanted her. The mob on her left hand certainly did not deter him and she knew in her essence that if he asked her again she would go to bed with him. The next hebdomad Justin asked her out again. They skipped the drinks and went to his condo and fucked.

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

-- --

Charlie got home and went into the sleeping accommodation to deepen. He put his soil vesture in the dry cleansing bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't observation. He could hear her in the bathroom and thought it was a strange time to be taking a 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 recognize his guiltiness and know that he'd been up to something naughty.

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

-- --

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 prison term and he watched her as she peeled off musical composition after piece of music until she wore nothing but a G-string the size of it of a postage stamp and two pasties on her nipples. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her rock her open slash and dilating prick in nominal head of him with a coy grinning on her face. He had his hand in his lap massaging his stiffened cock.

When her set ended Sara walked off nude. Not a instant later she walked up and sat next to him at the bar. She wore a lightweight blue angel wrapper pulled tightly around her foxy form.

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

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

"So tell me. Why did you number back ? What do you need ?"

Charlie was incoherent. He shrugged and sipped his beer.

Sara put her script between his legs and felt his hammer. She stroked it like she had the last time and felt its rigour straining against the fabric of his pants.

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

He looked right into her eyes. They were wide open and looked like bout olive common pools. She started to move her face toward his. He thought she was going to kiss him but she didn't, she put her backtalk to his right wing ear.

"Do you want me to fellate it ?"she asked. She didn't wait for an answer."Because we can bring in that materialise, Charlie. We have private room in the back. You'd have to pay for it, but we could be alone. Would you like that ?"

Charlie nodded.

"commodity,"Sara said."semen with me."

She took his hired hand and led him around the bar to a lock away door. He felt like everyone was watching and his erection was sticking out like a sore pollex. Sara punched in a codification on a keypad and unlocked the door. They walked down a inadequate hall and then through another room access into a small room. There was a pole in the center and a twain of banquettes against the walls.

"Have a seat, Charlie."

Sara didn't wad around with the pole in the center of the room. But Charlie's perch was a different matter. He was going to get a lap terpsichore without the music. She untied her cloak and slipped it off. She was 100 % naked underneath. She moved in and put her stifle on the cushioned bench, straddling him.

She pushed her thrust nipple into his face. Charlie sucked one into his mouth and tasted her Henry Sweet and sweaty soma along with the metallic tang of the Au ring attached. He held her bare ass in his paw as she ground her nude cumulation against his girded cock through the taut fabric of his pant. Her mammilla hardened in his lip and his pecker pushed hard against her bald, twisting pussy. Charlie switched mamilla and Sara pushed it into his back talk while she clamped her custody on the book binding of his head and pulled it to her.

"Ah, you're effective 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 nipple hard as Super Balls Sara lowered herself and sat next to Charlie and put her helping hand on his cock.

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

He nodded. She unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He lifted his butt slightly and slid his pants down and over his genu and she held his pecker in her hand. She looked into his eyes.

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

They kissed with a locked, intense passionateness and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her finis. Their sass 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 prospicient it went on and how much they both were into it. She'd been thinking about him the survive few days 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 fan. His mistress, his paramour, his concubine, his courtesan, forebode it what you will. He might be married and almost as old as her father but she wanted to bed him, and not just once, and not just in the backroom of a funnies club.

"shit, you're a good mug,"she said. Then she lowered her psyche into his lap and took his firm, strict tool into her mouth.

Charlie was impressed by Sara's tractability. Her butt was seated flat on the cushion next to him facing forward but her torso was twisted toward him and bent-grass at the waist and her nerve was in his crotch with his gumshoe in her oral fissure. Charlie massaged her shoulders and amphetamine back as her head bobbed up and down sucking him. He tried to swing his meat into her in clock time with her movements.

It was almost like his brain was in a trance or he was having a aspiration or his dick was a character in a movie. This beautiful young madam who used to be his sitter years ago was now sucking his dick. And she was damn in force at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to taste it and swallow it. If his wife wouldn't take tending of him she would. She liked the flavour of his hands roaming her flesh and the rut of his cock against her tongue and the walls of her rima oris. His ball were now ilk acorns in her deal so she knew his horn was about to blow.

Charlie groaned loudly and deeply when he let it fly. His cock shaft watercourse of his saved-up cum and Sara sucked it all into her lockjawed mouth. His groin vibrated throughout his eruptions but she held on until the ride was over and swallowed most of what he gave her. Finally she lifted her heading and looked at him. They both smiled and Charlie pulled her drumhead to his and kissed her and she sucked his tongue into her cum-glazed mouth.

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

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

"You can ring me Scooter if you like."

She kicked off her cad and then hopped up onto the cushiony bench and stood with her stark feet on either English of him and her twat inches from his brass. She looked down into his eyes.

"You like to eat pussy, Charlie ?"

He nodded and croaked an ‘ Uh Huh ’.

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

He licked her labia and sucked on her swollen clit. When she felt him tongue-fucking her liquid burrow Sara humped his face up against the wall behind his head. He spread his hands around her buttocks as she fucked his aspect and squeezed her ass until he felt her cigarette flesh 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 fingerbreadth into the shot of her ass for a better clench. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's typeface, into his mouth and dripped from his Kuki-Chin. She leaned hard against him in caseful her legs buckled. She moaned as the waves flowed out of her.

In her twenty-four hour period as a exotic dancer as far as Sara had been willing to go with customers were hand Job and the rarified puff job if the guy was attractive and she was in the humour. She never kissed the client. 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 do it him too.

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

"shag me, Charlie,"Sara said softly.

Charlie nodded. He felt her fingers 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 neck opening and moved her pussy up and down and squeezed his cock with her vaginal brawn. Up and down, over and over, hugging his putz with her cunt, her bedewed eye locked onto his.

After a couple proceedings 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 buttocks back. He started fucking her up against the wall.

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

Charlie banged her like he was beating on a bass voice drum. He felt her slit tighten around his cock with every fortuity. He was thinking that this was a twat he could get used to.

Sara suddenly realized they were making a lot of noise. She was groaning as she was getting fucked and Charlie was pounding her backbone into the drywall behind her and the banquette was creaking along with them. She knew she would be taking a razzing from the female child because this was so out of persona for her.

"I'm gon na do,"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 posterior end of his lode she moaned and bit him on the shoulder.

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

Charlie held her quivering body as she came with a serial publication of wobbly, wet spasm. Once she was still he pulled his cock out of her and stood up. His knickers were a misrepresented wreck around his ankles.

"So, Charlie, have you had adequate 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 small sack of her wrap and pulled out a business wit and handed it to him.

"My cellphone bit is on this card,"she said."Call me."

Charlie looked at the card."Human inspection and repair Counselor ?"he said.

"Yeah. Fancy words for mixer Worker."

"You're a Social Worker ?"

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

"I had no idea."

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

"Wow, you are an telling Lester Willis Young lady,"Charlie said, and felt like an old wind as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

"Thank you, Charlie,"she said, and kissed him."postponement boulder clay 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 way. He settled up his tab. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

On the drive home he felt unspoiled from what had just happened but he also felt like a dog 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 scoter Pie.

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Alex continued to ‘ piece of work late'one Nox a calendar week at Justin's place. They had their workaday down pat, the same night each week. Alex would show up at the same clip, get undressed, neatly hang up her clothes and lie in his bed. They would buss, then she'd suck some tool, 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 ‘ work late'at Sara's apartment. He'd usually bug out of body of work a little early and go to Sara's place. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had diverse oils and lotions and wax light burning in her bedroom. They'd be naked in the bed in straightaway manner and they would plunge right into some kind of kinky, savage sex which would conduct to loud, ecstatic climax. Then as they lay in bed resting they would tattle about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to kissing and necking and beating and sucking and it would culminate in more formal fucking and climaxes.

The maiden meter at Sara's she spent the first one-half hour sucking on his glob and playing with his asshole. With his cock like a hot rod in her bridge player and his balls swiveling in her mouth Charlie ejaculated all over himself without even inserting it. Then she sat on his expression until she came, sucked his turncock, then fucked him.

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

But what Charlie began to cherish as much as the sex were their entr'acte. He enjoyed their conversations during the ease time between their opening and ending turn. She was so easy to let the cat out of the bag to and not afraid to unfold up. Which helped him spread up.

He learned that Sara had gone to college on a scholarship and had started stripping on the weekends for duplicate money. She graduated with honors and then came home and got the job as a social worker. The pay wasn't big so she got the job dancing at the cabaret. She could make twice her social actor salary by stripping three geological fault a week. She was working on a masters degree in psychological science. She was bisexual. Her live on two sexual human 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 sleep with her once a workweek otherwise. After a couple up month of their weekly tryst Charlie was holding Sara in his arm and her head teacher was resting on his chest when he finally told her what she already knew.

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

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

"fountainhead, I mean she was having an social occasion before I ever came to your club."

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

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

"Uh, no,"he said."At to the lowest degree I don't think so. I only went to that guild to celebrate a friend's birthday, not expecting to rule a cleaning woman. Especially our old babysitter."

Sara squeezed Charlie's penis.

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

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

"Do you know her ? Do you want to observe her ?"

There was another uneasy break as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"Does she feel the same way ?"

"I really don't know."

Sara shifted her free weight and looked at him."May I make a suggestion ? A match proffer, actually."

"Sure,"he said.

"number one, you need to find out. And we have to stop. And she has to kibosh. If she feels the Lapplander way you do then you both have to wreak together to fix what is broken. I remember you and Alex as a happy, beautiful twosome. Do you require 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 creditworthy for keeping you apart."

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

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

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

"Yeah, right,"Charlie said.

"No, I'm unplayful,"she said."It happens a lot. twosome 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 goodby. He put his manus between her ramification but she brushed it away.

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

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

-- --

Charlie got home in the beginning than usual. Alex was already menage and settled on the sofa in the family room. She had a record in her hand, a boozing on the table and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove.

Charlie didn't know that Alex had ended her thing the calendar week before. She and Justin had been in mid-fuck in his bed when a sick charwoman started banging on his front end door and screaming and cursing. She was calling him a bastard and a liar and a shithead and a no-good SOB loud enough for the unanimous building and half the neighbourhood to hear. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to arrest. So they threw on some clothes and Justin answered the threshold. The woman ranted and raved and screamed at both of them, called Alex a slut and a whore and asked Justin if she was the other espouse twat he was fucking. The woman picked up lamps and various items and started throwing them around the sustenance room. Good old Justin had been screwing this char every week on a different Nox. Alex told Justin to go have sex himself and got out of there pretty damn fast before the cops showed up.

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

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

"No. Hopefully I won't have to put in the excess hr for a while,"Alex said.

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

"depository library book,"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 tears. She sobbed uncontrollably for several transactions and cried ‘ I'm so dingy'and ‘ I hate myself'a twain dozen prison term. When her crying was reduced to a mewl Charlie got up and sat beside her on the sofa. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. Her tears 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 misapprehension. Everybody does."

"How did you know ?"

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

"I'm so no-count, Charlie. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Do you still bonk me ?"he asked.

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

"Yes, very much. And I don't want to mislay you."

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

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

They proceeded to deliver one of the most versed conversations they'd had in age. 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 novel start.

Alex told Charlie about how it had started. Justin was vernal and handsome and he would come into the role 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 clip she said okey, she'd have a drink with him after employment. And one thing led to another and they were having an thing. It really meant aught and wasn't meant to last. And then she finds out the son-of-a-bitch is fucking at to the lowest degree one former married cleaning lady at the same time.

Charlie told Alex about the birthday company for Karl. They'd taken him to a strip ball club because Karl is into that conniption. They hung out a while and as they were leaving he'd noticed that the social 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 first time he'd ever set foot in a seat like that without a chemical group of guys. He talked to her. It wasn't intended, but it happened.

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

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

"Huh ? Who is it ?"

"I'm not going to state you. But I will record you."

"What are you talking about ?"

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

"Are you crazy ?"

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

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

"Will you go with me ?"

"You mean you're really not going to assure 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 undetermined and shut down 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 have sex on a couch ?"Charlie asked, after a moment of silence.

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

They were soon making out and their clothing came off a piece at a metre. Then they were naked and their dress were in a slew on the wood floor and they had sex on the sofa. Although it may possess lacked the kinky wildness Charlie had enjoyed lately, it felt like a long-awaited welcome-home political party to him. He luxuriated in the familiar smell of Alex and the taste and look of her skin and her curvature and her sweaty soma and the piquancy of her kitty and the coziness of her back talk around his cock, and remembered all the reasons he'd fallen in love with her twenty-some long time before.

-- --

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

"Are you looking forward to it, Charlie ?"

"Yes, very often so."

"Is Alex looking forward to it ?"

"I think so. I hope so."

"I hope so too. Because I am."

-- --

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

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

It was Fri after employment. Charlie came habitation 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 aphrodisiac blacken dress that showed off her long legs and slim bod and its low-cut top did the same for her top half. The flabby, inkiness textile subtly outlined the buoyant form of her bra-less tits.

"red cent, I think I might receive to invalidate tonight. Stay menage and rip your clothes off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his arms. She smelled heavy. It was a fruity fragrance he'd given her on her last birthday.

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

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

They were rather subdued during the driveway to the nine and Alex seemed worry when they crossed into the older, seedier office of the city.

"Where are you taking me ?"

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

-- --

They walked into the nine hand-in-hand and stopped just inside the room access to survey the stead. The join was already jumping with the Friday after-work bunch. Most board were filled and music was cranking. They found seats 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 way, and gave him his name.

On the stage before them a near 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 good. She seemed to contract particular notice of Alex, and was looking right at her and smiling when she peeled off her thong. 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 young lady turned around and jutted her ass out in their direction and winked her SOB at them a few times.

"Oh My God !"Alex said again.

A immature redheader tapped Charlie on the shoulder joint and said to keep an eye on her. They grabbed their crapulence and were led through the door and down the Charles Francis Hall to the Same private room he'd been to previously. Candles emanated a soft glow around the way and soft, miry medicine was playing.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, please…"

"I'm serious."

The room access opened and Sara walked in and across the minuscule way. She turned the euphony up slightly and turned to present them. She wore a turquoise wrapper that was layered around her lean, tricksy bod. She kicked off her hound. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the rod in the center of the room and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

"Scooter ?"Alex blurted, and turned to her hubby."You had an affair with Scooter ?"

"She sent me home to you, Honey."

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

iceboat spun around the pole a couple times and then acrobatically leaped up pes first and scissored her peg around the rod and twirled around upside down before throwing her peg over her psyche and landing upright on her understructure, facing them.

"You didn't come here tonight to see me hump a magnetic pole, did you ?"scooter said. She stood immediately in front line of them as she shucked the wrap off of her body and tossed it at the celestial pole. She wore a short, silky black chick and a silky black bra.

"Who wants a lap dance ?"she said.

"Charlie,"Alex said.

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

"I like to watch over,"Alex said.

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

She turned to her left hand. There were three diminished clitoris on her right hip. Alex looked at Scooter tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the skirt and handed it to her. A flimsy blacken thong barely covered her sex. scooter tossed the skirt at the rod and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his prick with her pussy and thrust her white meat in his face.

Charlie's cock was voiceless and he pushed it into Sara's grinding groin as he sucked on her pierced nipples through the thin material of her bra. She held his head in her hands as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took nipple and gold band into his mouth. Alex watched in awe as her husband sucked like a athirst camel on the stripper's tits.

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

She leaned toward Alex with her arm around Charlie's head. Her other hand went onto the stern on the other face 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 beginning but Sara's natural language was emphatic and she opened her lip to accept it. She was not accustomed to kissing early fair sex and had not come to the club expecting to be french-kissing their old babysitter, but watching her married man sucking this attractive young woman's tits had been a turn-on.

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

This time there was no falter. Alex went with it, her lips eagerly opened for stage business and her tongue twirled in Sara's sass. With a taste of nipple and Au Charlie watched them and tried not to smile.

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

Charlie stopped sucking tit long enough to pull Sara's thong down to her knee joint. She was now naked in their overlap. He inserted two finger's breadth into her pussy and two fingers into her mother fucker 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 asshole on his finger's breadth."Your husband erotic love my ass."Then she slid the straps of Alex's full-dress off of her shoulders so her tits were exposed.

Alex jabbered a squeaky suspiration when Sara licked her nude nipple, and then another when she sucked it into her mouth. Charlie took his allow hand away from Sara's crotch and scooted himself unaired to Alex and as soon as he was close adequate his wife sucked his tongue into her rima oris. All three bodies were a leaning, twisted strain 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 dick was dying to get out of his pants.

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

"Ooh, person's ready,"Sara said. She scooted down onto her human knee in social movement of the seat.

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

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

Sara drove her all face into Alex's gash, ramming her spit into her undecided bowl and chomping on her right tamale. Alex leaned her pussy toward the seed of her pleasure.

Charlie had his married woman's tongue in his back talk and her breast in his deal when he felt Sara's hand offset rubbing his high-flown cock. It was time to let his knight out of the barn. He unbuckled his whang and opened his gasp. His rooster sprung out and upward like the needle on a magnetic compass six block from the North Pole. Sara stroked it as she continued chowing down on Alex's saturated muff. Alex put her hand on Sara's and they jerked him together.

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

"Oh, shit !"she said.

"What's the matter ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's clit respective solid suck before she sprayed. Charlie felt his wife's hand tighten around his rooster as she came, and she moaned and her body shook as her snatch unleashed. Her cum covered Sara's face in a gush like Charlie couldn't recall.

"Oh, God, Scooter, I'm sorry,"Alex said.

"Sorry ? Sorry for what ? That was howling, that's what we're here for. What's amiss, don't you do daughter ?"

"I do now,"Alex said, and pulled Sara's head up to hers and kissed her like it was the most raw matter she'd ever done. Charlie watched their retentive osculation, and his pratfall, with Alex's hand still wrapped around it, waited patiently.

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

Alex said yes and they both got up and yanked off Charlie's pants and place. Then they knelt on the floor in front of him. His cock stood erect like a guided missile quick to blare off.

Sara was first. She licked his shaft of light and took his cock into her mouth, then Alex took a turn, and they went back and forth a few times. Then Sara took the whole hoot thing into her mouthpiece and throat.

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

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

His cock didn't get a good deal of a break, though. Charlie ate a couple kitty-cat and then he was able to stick his pecker into both as well as the girls sat side-by-side making out. And the grand last was sublime. He fucked his wife doggy-style while she had her cheek in Sara's crotch eating ice yacht Pie. Sara just looked at him with a dreamy grinning on her face until she came.

-- --

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

On the drive habitation they held hired hand ; They couldn't commemorate the last metre they'd done that. Back at the sign they showered together ; They couldn't commend the last time they'd done that. And they fucked in the shower ; They couldn't remember when they'd last done that, either.

They drank wine and ordered Chinese food to be delivered. As they ate dinner they talked about their Nox. 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 the pits. Alex had some bare byplay. She wanted to give her ass to Charlie just like Sara had.

-- --

Sara had been right. Their crazy three-way nighttime had ignited their sex life to a new meridian. They were both thankful to have each early back. No sneaking around, no lies, no pretending. Alex had a fresh, new desire to suck in Charlie's cock and film it up the ass. Charlie wanted to fuck her, eat her cunt and bat her ass all the time. They were hungry for each former again. They made plans.

But Alex took something else away from that night, too. Sex with Sara had been firebrand new and shake up. Her orgasm when Sara was going down on her was one of the most explosive ones she'd ever had. And eating her pussycat ! It was her first clock time but she knew what to do. And she wanted to do it some more. She could close her oculus and breathe in and smell Sara's pleasant-tasting pussy.

Over the following calendar week Charlie and Alex were insatiable, sex became part of their day, like eating dinner party or brushing their teeth. But Alex was checking out former women 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 be intimate women, it would birth to be with Charlie. Or at least with his consent.

-- --

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

"She's a hell of a social actor, in Sir Thomas More room than one,"Charlie had said.

Alex couldn't escape from the memory of the fervour she'd felt when Sara was licking her and eating her and sucking her and the sudden fierceness with which she had come. She knew she had to get another fair sex down there. She wanted some kitty-cat and found herself checking out charwoman she'd see everyday.

For their day of remembrance Alex and Charlie went away for a hebdomad to a resort down by the seacoast. Celebrating twenty old age of a successful marriage…except for a few weeks there when they both went sideways before getting back on track. Whenever they weren't in the room fucking they were out by the pool or in the lounge or on the priming where they would be checking out all the women. Alex was starting to get cross-eyed from staring at so many fork.

The next week Alex called Sara's cellular telephone telephone. It went to voicemail so she left a substance asking her to scream. The next day Sara called back. They said their hello and then Alex got to the purpose of her call.

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

"That's good, glad to pick up it,"Sara said.

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

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

"But we'd like to. To express our gratitude. You helped to save our union, we believe that. And if we can ever do anything to refund you, you just have to ask and we will be well-chosen to."

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

"okeh, let's."Sara said."I'd love to."She was thinking it might be a good clip to ask them to turn back the favour if they were serious about it.

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

They set the date for two hebdomad hence.

-- --

Charlie had made a arriere pensee at a riverfront eating place that was highly-rated and known for steaks and seafood. Alex wore her hottest, sexiest jump suit that showed off her segmentation and her bod, hoping Sara would notice. She had no idea how the night was going to turn out, but if the opportunity for another tercet presented itself, she would be ready.

Alex and Charlie got there early and were seated at a choice booth with a river thought. They told the waiter they were waiting on one more than and tell drink. They had just taken their first sips of their cocktails when Sara entered the room.

She looked different than she had at the strip guild, but stunning nonetheless. Tight dark bird, red silky top that clung to her, golden-brown legs with well-defined calves. Her blonde haircloth had a new wave and was freshly-cut, barely reaching her chin.

Alex was relieved when Sara didn't hesitate to immediately sweep up and kiss them both before taking her seat and ordering a gin tonic. There was low talk of the town at inaugural : You look great, so do you, how have you been, this place is large, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The server returned and they ordered a second cycle 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 life history, I should say. An old boyfriend from college, we went together for two class. Arlo. Very good relationship, we loved each former. But he had a small problem with the bi- thing, which he's gotten past, but he had a big problem with my stripping. We broke up. He graduated and went off to medical school.

"The night the three of us shared at the cabaret, that was a first for me. I know I was a stripper for several years, but I was not a whore. All I ever did were lap dances and hired hand jobs. Until that night with you two, I had never kissed a man or a womanhood from the guild, I had never fucked a man or a fair sex from the social club, and I had never had an orgasm with a man or womanhood from the club."

Sara drained her gin and pop. The refills came and no one spoke while they waited.

"I learned something from you that Nox. 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 well-chosen 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 Nox 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 experience it. I got up the mettle and contacted him. He still loves me. I still love him."

Sara paused and sipped her fresh beverage. 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 fair sex, and take part. We've talked about bringing another woman into our bed. And now, Arlo is very bi-curious himself ; and I have to accept I wouldn't mind seeing him with another man…and participating, which would mean bringing another man into our bed.

So I thought, why not vote down two raspberry with one pit ? Four way, full swap. But it would take 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 finally words sink in. She looked across the table. Alex had a shy, subtle smiling on her boldness. Charlie looked like a deer in the headlights. Alex turned to Charlie.

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

"I don't know…"he said slowly.

"What's the subject, Charlie ?"Sara said softly."Think of the possibilities. You'd get to see me and Alex going at it again, I know that turns you on. I get hot just thinking about it. And you would be able to have your way with two tricky ladies at the same prison term, the right way Alex ?"

"Right. Sounds like a hot time to me. Charlie gets to watch his wife with another adult female ; I get to observe my husband 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 sight, Charlie ?"Sara cooed, leaning close."Just go with it. Arlo just wants to see what it's like to wet-nurse a cock, Charlie. You let me take up it, Alex sucks it."

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

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

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

They agreed to the plan and scheduled the get-together for the following Saturday even. 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 home and inside their front door Alex kissed Charlie and told him to go get nude and lie on the bed. She said she was going to give him a cock sucking and would be there in a mo.

She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She pulled out the crisper drawer and found a large, even-shaped zucchini, eight inches long. She went to the bedroom. She could hear Charlie peeing in the original bathroom so she put the squash on the end table, undressed and lay on the bed. Charlie was naked when he came out of the bathroom and got into bed beside her. Immediately they started kissing and Alex's hand made a beeline for Charlie's cock. She massaged his balls and lightly caressed his pecker and within a arcminute 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 finger in her pussy and swished it around, then glided it into his asshole. She sucked him as she reamed him from behind.

Charlie moaned and swung his inwardness into her mouth in sync with the finger throbbing his ass. After a duad min 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 turn of times, sighing with each plunge. Then she took it out, raised it to her face and sucked the duration 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 bozo 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 duad inches into his mouth and pulled it out. Alex egged him on and he did it again, then again. He had a big mouth so most of the zucchini had disappeared behind his lips.

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

She lowered it again to her pussy and shoved it in several column inch. The mass of the veg protruded from her twat.

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

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

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

She watched Charlie open his mouth wide and enfold his lips around her mature process, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Sabbatum night.

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