SCOOTER PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the land gild after a Sat afternoon one shot of golf game with his buddy Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the guild lounge after playing eighteen mess but this day was a trivial different. It was Karl's fortieth birthday and he had just recently separated from his second wife so the bozo decided that on this day the nineteenth hole would be at a strip order on the other incline of town. Across the tracks. The red short 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 friend. They were both now over forty themselves and thing had been tense between them recently. He thought it sadly ironic that now that their two fry were finally out of the nest and off to college and they would finally have the house to themselves, is the time when they would be having marital difficultness. Their next marriage ceremony day of remembrance would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still slim and garnish and in excellent shape, a handsome couple in almost anyone's idea, he didn't tone like they would have practically to celebrate.

Willy drove them all to the golf-club in his car because he wasn't that big a drinker. He'd throw a couple ignitor beers and then tack to Diet Coke. It took them about a one-half hr to get there. The nightclub was dark inside with strobe lights flashing and music pounding. The position was only about half-full, so they took a table close to the leg and runway, which the retentive bar curved around. There was a cute black female child with a house of cards butt grinding upside-down on a pole not ten feet in front of them. Another raw sienna cutie appeared out of flimsy air at their tabular array and they proceeded to order overpriced drinks.

Charlie was out of his element but Karl and Duke were right in the eye of theirs. They were hooting and hollering in no time and soon were shoving flyer into G-strings. The black professional dancer came to the table and Willy told her it was Karl's birthday. That got her a posterior at the table and a big tip and Karl got a hand job under the table.

The next professional dancer hit the stage to ZZ Top, a petite brunette with huge tit and decent eye makeup to choke a camelopard. She did her set, shaking her booty and her bosom at top velocity and getting quite a rise from the customers.

The next fille was a redheaded woodpecker with long legs and six in heels. She humped the terminal for a patch then faced away from them and bent grass over forward as she took off her spangled dame, which was about three inch long, and then her thong. They watched her asshole give as panoptic as a facile dollar and then close mingy, and she did this over and over as the guys cheered. Then she turned around to face up them and did the Sami matter with her twat.

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

All this time the son were enjoying the ladies, putting away drinkable and throwing away money. After almost three 60 minutes they finally realized they had better wrapping things up. The billet was filling up and it was getting toward Sat Nox. As they were settling up their tab a new daughter came to the stage.

She was blond. Twenty-something, tall and slight athletic dead body, tan, toned arms and stage, and tight defined abs. Her tomentum was a medium-length bob parted sort of in the midsection and wrapped around her aphrodisiac high buttock. All of her fingers and toes were polished red, matching her puffy lips. She used every inch of the minuscule stage and moved with a still physical thanksgiving. A shiny, limpid net draped her upper body covering her skimpy outfit. She tore off the net with her teeth as she sashayed around above them.

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

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

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

Alex came home. Charlie said Hi when she entered the bedchamber, but didn't say anything else because he didn't want to slur his row. 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 Brigham Young blond again.

He slept soundly straight through the Nox. When he awoke early in the cockcrow his head was clear again. As he stood in forepart of the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth it came to him in a twinkling. He knew who the Cy Young blond terpsichorean was.

She was Scooter.

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Her material name was Sara. Everyone called her Scooter because when she was a teenager she was often seen riding her motor scooter. She would ride it everywhere, to school, to the residential district puddle, to the land club, to her Book of Job. Charlie, in fact just about any healthy Male, would block up in his tracks when Scooter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a bikini with her long blond hair trailing in the twist behind her. She was a popular, pretty, gymnastic girl with an exceeding eubstance. As a teenager she was on the swimming and diving team at the gamey school and had been a dance student as well.

Scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two kid were new. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few days one-time than Charlie and Alex and lived a few cylinder block away. They all knew each early from the nation club and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about Scooter for years. The lowest he had heard she had graduated high schooltime near the top of her stratum 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 effigy of her out of his mind. What a beautiful Danton True Young lady she had become. She was in her mid-twenties now, and her body, oh God. And she recognized him, he knew that now, he wasn't imagining her staring at him or smiling at him as he had left the club. He only wished he hadn't left right after she'd started and missed her act. He would have got to repair that.

-- --

Charlie went back to the slip club one evening the be week. The place wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a couple girlfriend do their number. He made small talk with the barkeeper a couple of times but he didn't ask questions about the dancer because he didn't want to seem like a lecher. He did casually say to him, ‘ Hey, I was in here last Sat and there was a cutie up there, a mantrap blond with a fishnet wrapped around her'… ‘ Sexy Lexi ’, the bartender said. ‘ She's off tonight. She'll be here tomorrow dark. Comes in at six ’.

Tomorrow nighttime it is, Charlie thought.

-- --

The next day Charlie told his wife he'd be late, he had a confluence 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 unearthly at habitation, so what the hell. He already knew she was a hot, sexy fox. He wanted to see her display. See her strip. See her tits and ass.

At a little after six he strode into the club. It was early so the berth was pretty deadened. He sat on a stool at the almost-empty bar and the bartender brought him the same beer he'd ordered the night before and then disappeared. A black chick was doing a mambo on the leg. Charlie noticed a man and a woman at the far end of the bar who both seemed to be getting into her.

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

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

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

"What's he look like ?"

"Older, dark pilus, 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."That O.K. with you, Tiff ?"

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

Charlie was enjoying watching the dark sum cook on the phase in forepart of him. She danced like she was in the mortal railroad train finals and shook her ass a mile-a-minute. Her pussycat was huge. He was in a spell staring at it when the barman returned.

"Your girlfriend is on next,"he said.

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

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

A couple minutes later a sultry swampy vallecula suddenly kicked out of the sound system and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore heel and her tenacious legs were sheathed in shiny red slump with a nonexistent crotch, making her black thong plainly visible. Up top she wore a skimpy waistcoat that matched her red pants, and underneath it a mordant bikini top that matched her thong. The slight net covered all the goodies.

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

He watched her prance around and hump the rod and wad on the net until she ripped it opened and he could listen the Velcro screaming as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her vest. She humped the pole a few more times and did a snag on the story and rolled over on her knees and bent grass backwards all the way. Her kitty was just a few base in front of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her miniscule disgraceful bottom.

She had a sloshed tum with a silver-tongued waist bracelet wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her navel point. She continued her sexy, slimy dancing, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her blackamoor top displaying her perky tanned tits with doughnut in her nipples and she swung her breasts and fondled them. Then finally off came her thong and Charlie watched for the next few minutes as Sara danced for him, and swung her hips for him, and rotated her hairless mole for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her buttocks for him, and winked her bunghole at him.

When the medicine stopped and the appearance was over, Sara gathered up her assorted garments and ran off the stage naked. Charlie looked up and the mixologist was smiling at him.

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

"Hi, Mister Charlie,"she said.

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

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

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

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

"Just call me Charlie,"he said.

"Okay, Charlie. I saw you in here lastly Sabbatum with your friends. I didn't think you recognized me."

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

The bartender appeared before them.

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

Charlie nodded."Another for me and a beverage for the Lady,"he said.

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

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

"I'm doing O.K.. body of work and trifle golf. The tyke are away at college."

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

"She's okay too, I guess."

"Does she know you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

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

"Once in a while."

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

Their conversation paused while the bartender delivered their drinks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie took a swallow from his beer, restless, suddenly in no-man's land. Sara turned on her stool to present 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 social dancer, but that's not it. Was it my breast ? My ass ? Or was it my pussy ? Did you like that ?"

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that turn you on, Charlie ?"

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

"Am I turning you on now ?"

"Yes."

Suddenly saltation medicine emanated from the speaker as the side by side dancer made her ingress. pink wine Bush. Charlie felt Sara's hand miscue between his legs. Her fingers surrounded his pecker and rubbed it.

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

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

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

Right in round with the dancer on microscope stage and the medicine coming from the speakers, an uptempo shuffle, Sara wanked Charlie's cock.

Charlie's forty-two year old hotdog was having a good old sentence in Sara's 25 year old hand.

"You like this, Charlie ?"

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

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

"I don't know…"

"wealthy person you thought about putting it my oral cavity ?"

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

"How about my snatch, 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 fast, emptying his putz and sending his seed outward splattering over his lap and shirt.

When it was over Sara released his drain member and and scooped a lout of cum off of his boxers with her fingerbreadth. She took a predilection and then put her fingertip to Charlie's rima oris and rubbed it into his lips.

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

Sara kissed him on the face 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 inert, sloppy mess in his pants.

-- --

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

She still couldn't believe what she was doing. She was ashamed of herself on one grade. Here she was having an intimacy, cheating on her husband of almost twenty years. Her hubby would be devastated. Would he divorce her ? She didn't want that, but things between them had been strained recently. What would hoi polloi say ? What would her nipper think ?

But on another level she was variety of proud of with herself. She was xli eld old and she knew she looked good. She had a good torso and had kept in condition, and men appreciated a stiff body with firm tits and a nice ass. She was proud of the fact that a bighearted young man thirteen years her Jr had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to mention she liked having a new peter inside her.

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

aught happened that beginning clock time other than an queasy kiss at the end. But Alex could assure he wanted her. The pack on her give hand certainly did not deter him and she knew in her heart that if he asked her again she would go to bed with him. The future week Justin asked her out again. They skipped the drinks and went to his condo and fucked.

That was five workweek ago. They'd fucked after work on the same day each week. She knew it wouldn't last and knew things would end up awkward in the end. Justin was no majuscule devotee but it was something new and different and she found it exciting being bad.

-- --

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

He told himself he would 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 time and he watched her as she peeled off patch after piece until she wore nada but a G-string the size of it of a postage mould and two pasties on her nipples. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her rock her open gash and dilating SOB in front of him with a coy smile on her face. He had his handwriting in his lap massaging his stiffened cock.

When her set ended Sara walked off naked. Not a instant later she walked up and sat next to him at the bar. She wore a lightweight blue devil wrap pulled tightly around her slick skeletal frame.

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

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

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

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

Sara put her hand between his legs and felt his cock. She stroked it like she had the last time and felt its severity strain against the cloth of his pants.

"Ooh, Charlie, it looks like you really are gladiolus 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 wide open and looked like round olive K pool. She started to act her face toward his. He thought she was going to osculate him but she didn't, she put her lips to his right ear.

"Do you want me to give suck it ?"she asked. She didn't wait for an resolution."Because we can make that materialize, Charlie. We have individual rooms in the back. You'd have to pay for it, but we could be alone. Would you like that ?"

Charlie nodded.

"Good,"Sara said."Come with me."

She took his hand and led him around the bar to a locked room access. He felt like everyone was watching and his erection was sticking out like a sore thumb. Sara punched in a codification on a keypad and unlocked the door. They walked down a shortly Charles Martin Hall and then through another door into a small room. There was a pole in the core and a duet of banquettes against the walls.

"Have a seat, Charlie."

Sara didn't pot around with the magnetic pole in the center of the room. But Charlie's pole was a unlike matter. He was going to get a lap dance without the music. She untied her cloak and slipped it off. She was 100 % naked underneath. She moved in and put her knees on the buffer work bench, straddling him.

She pushed her pierced nipples into his face. Charlie sucked one into his mouth and tasted her afters and sweaty soma along with the metallic tang of the gold ring attached. He held her bare ass in his hands as she ground her nude mound against his girded cock through the tight cloth of his trousers. Her pap hardened in his sassing and his cock pushed hard against her bald, twisting twat. Charlie switched nipples and Sara pushed it into his mouthpiece while she clamped her hands on the spine of his caput and pulled it to her.

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

After a few instant of that and with her nipple hard as Super egg Sara lowered herself and sat next to Charlie and put her helping hand on his cock.

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

He nodded. She unbuckled his rap and opened his pants. He lifted his butt slightly and slid his drawers down and over his knees and she held his stopcock in her mitt. 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 mouth on his and zoomed her lingua into his mouth.

They kissed with a locked, intense passion and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her close. Their back talk were meshed and their tongues explored new mouths and Sara was shocked not only by the fact she'd done it, but also by how long it went on and how a lot they both were into it. She'd been thinking about him the last few daytime 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 buff. His kept woman, his concubine, his courtesan, his doxy, call it what you will. He might be married and almost as old as her Father of the Church but she wanted to have sex him, and not just once, and not just in the backroom of a strip club.

"shucks, you're a dear physiognomy,"she said. Then she lowered her head into his lap and took his firm, strict cock into her mouth.

Charlie was impressed by Sara's flexibleness. Her laughingstock was seated flat on the shock next to him facing forward but her torso was twisted toward him and bent at the shank and her aspect was in his crotch with his pecker in her mouth. Charlie massaged her shoulders and upper back as her head bobbed up and down sucking him. He tried to swing his heart into her in meter with her movements.

It was almost like his brain was in a trance or he was having a dream or his shaft was a character in a movie. This beautiful vernal gentlewoman who used to be his babysitter age ago was now sucking his dick. And she was damn proficient at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to taste it and swallow it. If his married woman wouldn't take care of him she would. She liked the feel of his hands roaming her chassis and the heating system of his stopcock against her tongue and the bulwark of her mouth. His chunk were now the likes of acorns in her hand so she knew his cornet was about to blow.

Charlie groaned loudly and deeply when he let it fly. His cock shot stream of his saved-up come and Sara sucked it all into her lockjawed rima oris. His groin vibrated throughout his blast but she held on until the ride was over and swallowed near 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 spit into her cum-glazed mouth.

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

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

"You can yell me iceboat if you like."

She kicked off her heels and then hopped up onto the cushioned workbench and stood with her bare groundwork on either English of him and her twat in from his face. She looked down into his eyes.

"You like to eat pussy, Charlie ?"

He nodded and croaked an ‘ Uh Huh ’.

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

He licked her labia and sucked on her conceited clit. When she felt him tongue-fucking her liquid tunnel Sara humped his face up against the bulwark behind his heading. He spread his hands around her buttocks as she fucked his font and squeezed her ass until he felt her behind flesh slime between his finger's breadth. Soon it was her number to come.

"Oh ass, Charlie !"

She pounded his face harder with her seawall and he dug his finger's breadth into the crack of her ass for a better grip. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's face, into his oral cavity and dripped from his chin. She leaned hard against him in case her pegleg buckled. She moaned as the waves flowed out of her.

In her days as a stripper as far as Sara had been willing to go with customer were hand chore and the rarified blow job if the guy was attractive and she was in the humour. She never kissed the customer. 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 bed him too.

She lowered herself onto her stifle facing him. Charlie kissed her with his mouth open and their tongue slithered through a retentive, slow dance.

"fucking me, Charlie,"Sara said softly.

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

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

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

Charlie banged her like he was beating on a bass drumfish. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock with every solidus. He was thinking that this was a puss 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 back into the drywall behind her and the banquette was creaking along with them. She knew she would be taking a razz from the girls because this was so out of grapheme 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 pick into her. As he was giving Sara the tail end of his load she moaned and bit him on the shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My electric cell routine is on this poster,"she said."phone call me."

Charlie looked at the wit."homo Services counsellor ?"he said.

"Yeah. fancy Holy Scripture for mixer Worker."

"You're a social doer ?"

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

"I had no idea."

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

"Wow, you are an impressive young lady,"Charlie said, and felt like an old fart as soon as the language were out of his mouth.

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

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

On the drive home he felt good from what had just happened but he also felt like a blackguard 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 taste of Scooter Pie.

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Alex continued to ‘ study late'one night a week at Justin's place. They had their routine down pat, the same dark each hebdomad. Alex would demonstrate up at the same time, get strip down, neatly hang up her dress and lie in his bed. They would kiss, then she'd suck some prick, get her kitty licked and get laid. They were usually done in an hr and a half.

That was the same night of the hebdomad that Charlie would ‘ employment late'at Sara's apartment. He'd usually bug out of work a small former and go to Sara's office. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had respective oil colour and lotion and candles burning in her bedroom. They'd be naked in the bed in nimble fashion and they would dip right into some form of kinky, wildcat sex which would lead to loud, ecstatic climax. Then as they lay in bed resting they would blab out about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to kissing and fondling and trouncing and suction and it would climax in more schematic shag and climaxes.

The first time at Sara's she spent the first half hr sucking on his balls and playing with his asshole. With his cock like a hot rod in her hired man and his balls swiveling in her mouth Charlie ejaculated all over himself without even inserting it. Then she sat on his face until she came, sucked his prick, then fucked him.

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

But what Charlie began to treasure as much as the sex were their interludes. He enjoyed their conversations during the rest time between their opening move and ending acts. She was so prosperous to talk to and not afraid to open up. Which helped him unfold up.

He learned that Sara had gone to college on a scholarship and had started stripping on the weekends for special money. She graduated with honour and then came home plate and got the job as a social worker. The pay wasn't great so she got the job dancing at the club. She could make twice her societal worker salary by stripping three duty period a hebdomad. She was working on a master degree in psychology. She was bisexual. Her last 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 ceremony must be on the fritz ; she didn't think he would be coming to her apartment to fuck her once a week otherwise. After a couple month of their weekly trysts Charlie was holding Sara in his arm and her head was resting on his chest when he finally told her what she already knew.

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

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

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

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

There was an ill at ease secrecy while Charlie tried to figure out what to say.

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

"Do you sleep together her ? Do you want to maintain her ?"

There was another uneasy break as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"Energy she feel the same way ?"

"I really don't know."

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

"Sure,"he said.

"low gear, you need to find out. And we have to stop. And she has to stop. If she feels the same way you do then you both have to work together to fix what is broken. I remember you and Alex as a happy, beautiful couple. Do you require to get that back ?"

"Yes, I do."

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, right,"Charlie said.

"No, I'm serious,"she said."It happens a lot. pair are in a rut, they come in together, get a common soldier 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 adieu. He put his hand between her branch but she brushed it away.

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

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

-- --

Charlie got home earlier than usual. Alex was already home and settled on the sofa in the class room. She had a leger in her hand, a drunkenness on the tabular array and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove.

Charlie didn't know that Alex had ended her affair the hebdomad before. She and Justin had been in mid-fuck in his bed when a nutcase woman started banging on his front door and screaming and cursing. She was calling him a prick and a liar and a lunkhead and a no-good prick loud enough for the whole building and half the region to hear. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to stop. So they threw on some apparel and Justin answered the doorway. The cleaning woman ranted and raved and screamed at both of them, called Alex a slut and a whore and asked Justin if she was the former tie twat he was fucking. The cleaning lady picked up lamps and various token and started throwing them around the living room. Good old Justin had been screwing this woman every workweek on a different Night. Alex told Justin to go eff himself and got out of there pretty damn fast before the bull showed up.

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

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

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

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

"program library playscript,"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 cheek shriveled and saddened and she exploded into tears. She sobbed uncontrollably for various minute of arc and cried ‘ I'm so sorry'and ‘ I hate myself'a couple dozen times. When her tears was reduced to a whine Charlie got up and sat beside her on the sofa. He put his arm around her and pulled her finis. 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 fault. Everybody does."

"How did you sleep together ?"

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

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

"Do you still have sex me ?"he asked.

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

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

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

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

They proceeded to have one of the most intimate conversations they'd had in years. There was plenty of botheration to go around for both of them but as they cleansed their sense of right and wrong they opened the doors to a newly start.

Alex told Charlie about how it had started. Justin was Danton True Young and handsome and he would descend into the power 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 crapulence with him after piece of work. And one thing led to another and they were having an affair. It really meant nada and wasn't meant to last. And then she finds out the son-of-a-bitch is fucking at least one other married cleaning woman at the same time.

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

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

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

"Huh ? Who is it ?"

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

"What are you talking about ?"

"I want to take you to the nine. She'll dancing for us. You know, a common soldier show."

"Are you unhinged ?"

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

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

"Will you go with me ?"

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

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

Alex smiled and shook her head.

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

"How long has it been since we made jazz 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 vesture came off a piece at a time. Then they were naked and their clothes were in a batch on the Mrs. Henry Wood floor and they had sex on the sofa. Although it may have lacked the kinky fury Charlie had enjoyed lately, it felt like a long-awaited welcome-home party to him. He luxuriated in the fellow olfaction of Alex and the taste and spirit of her skin and her curves and her sweaty flesh and the piquancy of her kitty and the coziness of her rim around his cock, and remembered all the grounds he'd fallen in dear with her twenty-some years before.

-- --

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

"Are you looking forward to it, Charlie ?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Is Alex looking forward to it ?"

"I think so. I hope so."

"I hope so too. Because I am."

-- --

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

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

It was Friday after work. 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 sexy black wearing apparel that showed off her longsighted legs and slim shape and its low-cut top did the Saami for her top half. The mild, fateful framework subtly outlined the perky contour of her bra-less tits.

"red cent, I think I might experience to cancel tonight. Stay home and rip your clothes off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his blazon. She smelled great. It was a fruity bouquet he'd given her on her last-place birthday.

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

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

They were rather subdued during the drive to the club and Alex seemed concerned when they crossed into the sure-enough, unwell character of the city.

"Where are you taking me ?"

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

-- --

They walked into the club hand-in-hand and stopped just inside the room access to survey the situation. The joint was already jumping with the Fri after-work bunch. Most tables 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 indorse room, and gave him his name.

On the phase before them a penny-pinching female child was almost down to her birthday suit. She didn't have much up top but had a nice ass and was swinging it pretty good. She seemed to take away special 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 naked snap and then spread it spread out for them with her fingers.

"Oh My God !"Alex said.

The miss 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 redhead tapped Charlie on the shoulder and said to abide by her. They grabbed their drinks and were led through the room access and down the hall to the Lapp individual room he'd been to previously. Candles emanated a soft gleam around the way and voiced, squashy music was playing.

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

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

"Sexy Lexi,"Charlie said."stage 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 stagecoach hot for you."

"Oh, please…"

"I'm serious."

The door opened and Sara walked in and across the small room. She turned the music up slightly and turned to confront them. She wore a turquoise wrap that was layered around her list, foxy bod. She kicked off her cad. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the pole in the nerve center of the room and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

"water scooter ?"Alex blurted, and turned to her husband."You had an occasion with sea 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 feet first and scissored her legs around the pole and twirled around upside down before throwing her legs over her foreland and landing good on her understructure, facing them.

"You didn't come here tonight to see me hump a pole, did you ?"ice yacht said. She stood immediately in movement of them as she shucked the wrap off of her body and tossed it at the perch. She wore a short, silky total darkness skirt and a silklike black bra.

"Who wants a lap dance ?"she said.

"Charlie,"Alex said.

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

"I like to watch,"Alex said.

scooter sidled over directly in movement of Alex."Do me favour, would you ? Unbutton my skirt."

She turned to her left. There were three humble release on her rectify hip. Alex looked at scoter tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the skirt and handed it to her. A flimsy inkiness thong barely covered her sex. Scooter tossed the chick at the pole and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his cock with her pussy and thrust her knocker in his face.

Charlie's hammer was intemperately and he pushed it into Sara's grinding groin as he sucked on her pierced mamilla through the sparse fabric of her bra. She held his pass in her hands as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took nipple and gold ring into his mouth. Alex watched in awe as her hubby sucked like a hungry camel on the stripper's tits.

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

She leaned toward Alex with her arm around Charlie's drumhead. Her other hand went onto the seat on the early side of Alex for support.

"Unhook me, Alex."

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

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

Alex hesitated at number 1 but Sara's lingua was forceful and she opened her sassing to live with it. She was not accustomed to kissing other adult female and had not come to the club expecting to be french-kissing their old baby-sitter, but watching her husband sucking this attractive untried woman's titmouse 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 clip there was no hesitation. Alex went with it, her lips eagerly opened for clientele and her natural language twirled in Sara's lip. With a mouthful of nipple and gold Charlie watched them and tried not to smile.

Alex put her arm around Sara and rubbed her spinal column as they kissed. Charlie played with the lash strap that was sunken in the cleft of Sara's ass. He put his other script between her legs. Her lash was dull. Sara arced her bitch into his hand.

Charlie stopped sucking tit long enough to perpetrate Sara's thong down to her stifle. She was now naked in their laps. He inserted two fingerbreadth into her snatch and two fingerbreadth into her cocksucker and started finger-fucking her from both management. It was easy because her shit 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 fingerbreadth."Your husband erotic love my ass."Then she slid the strap of Alex's clothes off of her shoulders so her tits were exposed.

Alex jabbered a squeaky sigh when Sara licked her au naturel nipple, and then another when she sucked it into her mouth. Charlie took his allow hand away from Sara's genital organ and scooted himself close to Alex and as soon as he was close adequate his wife sucked his tongue into her oral fissure. All three bodies were a leaning, turn form on the terrace : Charlie passionately kissing his married woman while she was having her tits sucked by a foxy young lady who had his fingers up her ass. Meanwhile, Charlie's compacted tumesce dick was dying to get out of his pants.

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

"Ooh, mortal's ready,"Sara said. She scooted down onto her stifle in nominal head of the seat.

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

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

Sara drove her hale face into Alex's gash, ramming her tongue into her unresolved roll and chomping on her ripe tamale. Alex leaned her cunt toward the source of her pleasure.

Charlie had his wife's tongue in his mouth and her tit in his hired man when he felt Sara's paw start rubbing his inflated dick. It was time to let his horse out of the barn. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. His hammer sprung out and upward like the needle on a magnetic compass six city block from the North Pole. Sara stroked it as she continued chowing down on Alex's saturated muff. Alex put her hired man on Sara's and they jerked him together.

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

"Oh, shit !"she said.

"What's the matter ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's button several unanimous suction before she sprayed. Charlie felt his wife's helping hand tighten up around his cock as she came, and she moaned and her consistency shook as her pussycat loose. Her cum covered Sara's grimace in a flush like Charlie couldn't recall.

"Oh, God, ice yacht, 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 daughter ?"

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

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

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

Sara was first. She licked his diaphysis and took his cock into her rima oris, then Alex took a tour, and they went back and forth a few times. Then Sara took the whole damn thing into her mouth and throat.

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

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

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

-- --

When the show was over Sara kissed them both goodbye, picked up her clothing and was gone. Charlie and Alex took a distich instant to get dressed and then both went to the convenience. Their plumbing had a few leaks.

On the private road home they held hands ; They couldn't commend the final time they'd done that. Back at the house they showered together ; They couldn't commend the live 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 Taiwanese solid food to be delivered. As they ate dinner they talked about their nighttime. Charlie told her how turned-on he had been watching her getting it on with Sara, kissing and eating pussy. Alex said she got off on seeing him fucking and eating Sara, too. Charlie asked her if she'd like to do it again sometime. She said maybe she would.

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

-- --

Sara had been right. Their crazy three-way dark had ignited their sex life to a new pinnacle. They were both grateful to have each early back. No sneaking around, no Lie, no feigning. Alex had a saucy, new desire to blow Charlie's peter and take it up the ass. Charlie wanted to eff her, eat her pussy and lick her ass all the time. They were thirsty for each other again. They made plans.

But Alex took something else away from that night, too. Sex with Sara had been mark new and charge. Her orgasm when Sara was going down on her was one of the most explosive I she'd ever had. And eating her cunt ! It was her first time but she knew what to do. And she wanted to do it some more. She could shut down her eye and breathe in and reek Sara's scrumptious cunt.

Over the following week Charlie and Alex were insatiate, sex became part of their day, like eating dinner party or brushing their teeth. But Alex was checking out other char too, watching them, taking in their bend, wondering what it would be like with them. Would they be up for it ? But she wouldn't know how to set about it and she didn't want to have a hidden affair with a char. No, if she was going to fuck cleaning lady, it would have to be with Charlie. Or at least with his consent.

-- --

Their argument of communication 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 monolithic in contributing to their newfound togetherness and might even make saved their marriage. They agreed they should come up with a way to show their gratitude.

"She's a nether region of a societal actor, in Sir Thomas More ways than one,"Charlie had said.

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

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

The adjacent week Alex called Sara's cellular phone phone. It went to voicemail so she left a message asking her to call. The next day Sara called back. They said their howdy 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 wakeless effect on both of us. We might own lost our way a little bit but we are back on track now, much thanks to you. We are so close again, in and out of bed."

"That's good, glad to get wind it,"Sara said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They set the particular date for two workweek 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 cleavage and her anatomy, hoping Sara would notice. She had no idea how the dark was going to turn out, but if the opportunity for another ternary presented itself, she would be ready.

Alex and Charlie got there early and were seated at a option booth with a river view. They told the server they were waiting on one more and govern 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 ball club, but stunning nonetheless. Tight Negro skirt, red silky top that clung to her, golden-brown legs with well-defined calfskin. Her blonde fuzz had a new wave and was freshly-cut, barely reaching her chin.

Alex was relieved when Sara didn't hesitate to immediately comprehend and kiss them both before taking her keister and ordering a gin soda pop. There was small talk at maiden : You look heavy, 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 mo round and placed their dinner orders. Then Sara redirected the conversation.

"I quit stripping,"Sara said.

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

"There's a man in my lifespan,"Sara continued."Or back in my life, I should say. An old boyfriend from college, we went together for two years. Arlo. Very good relationship, we loved each early. But he had a trivial trouble with the bi- matter, which he's gotten past, but he had a bigger problem with my husking. We broke up. He graduated and went off to aesculapian school.

"The nighttime the three of us shared at the night club, that was a first for me. I know I was a stripper for several long time, but I was not a bawd. All I ever did were lap terpsichore and hired hand chore. Until that night with you two, I had never kissed a man or a woman from the club, I had never fucked a man or a woman from the club, and I had never had an orgasm with a man or woman from the club."

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I thought, why not belt down two razzing with one stone ? Four way, full swap. But it would get 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 last words sink in. She looked across the table. Alex had a shy, insidious grinning on her nerve. Charlie looked like a deer in the headlights. Alex turned to Charlie.

"I'd be up for it. What do you recollect, Hon,"she said. She was thinking about getting into Sara's knee pants again, not to name the fillip action.

"I don't know…"he said slowly.

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

"Right. Sounds like a hot prison term to me. Charlie gets to watch his married woman with another cleaning lady ; I get to watch my husband with another man."She squeezed his mitt 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 hammer, Charlie. You let me suck it, Alex sucks it."

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

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

"Why don't we do this,"Alex said."Why don't you and Arlo come over to our house. We'll relax, have a couple drinks, sports meeting 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 girls were kissing au revoir Alex whispered something into Sara's ear."Don't worry, I'll work on him,"she said.

-- --

When they got plate and inside their front threshold Alex kissed Charlie and told him to go get naked and lie on the bed. She said she was going to commit him a cock sucking and would be there in a moment.

She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She pulled out the crisper drawer and found a large, even-shaped courgette, eight inches long. She went to the bedroom. She could hear Charlie peeing in the schoolmaster bathroom so she put the squash on the end mesa, 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 putz. She massaged his musket ball and lightly caressed his dick and within a min 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 lip. She stuck her finger in her pussy and swished it around, then glided it into his mother fucker. She sucked him as she reamed him from behind.

Charlie moaned and swung his meat into her mouth in sync with the finger throbbing his ass. After a brace arcminute 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.

"recitation,"she said.

She lowered it to her pussy and jammed it inside. She stroked it in and out of her a number of meter, sighing with each plunge. Then she took it out, raised it to her face and sucked the length of it into her oral cavity, in then out, several times. Charlie watched her with a smirk on his face. She rammed it back into her twat and spin around it around, getting it dear 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 oral cavity and pulled it out. Alex egged him on and he did it again, then again. He had a big sass 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 various inches. The majority of the vegetable protruded from her twat.

"twist me on, Charlie,"she said."suction it. call for it out with your teeth."

Charlie shook his head 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 express mirth again.

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

She watched Charlie give his rima oris widely and envelop his lips around her right appendage, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Saturday night.

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