SCOOTER PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the rural area club after a Sabbatum good afternoon cycle of golf game with his buddies Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the club lounge after playing eighteen cakehole but this day was a little different. It was Karl's fortieth birthday and he had just recently separated from his second married woman so the guys decided that on this day the nineteenth golf hole would be at a strip show club on the early side of townspeople. Across the caterpillar tread. The red dismount dominion. 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 twoscore themselves and thing had been tense between them recently. He thought it sadly ironic that now that their two small 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 matrimonial difficulties. Their next wedding day of remembrance would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still slim down and lop and in excellent shape, a handsome couple in almost anyone's estimation, he didn't feel like they would give birth much to celebrate.

Willy motor them all to the club in his car because he wasn't that big a drinker. He'd experience a couple light beers and then switch to Diet Coca Cola. It took them about a half hour to get there. The club was dark inside with strobe lights flashing and medicine pounding. The space was only about half-full, so they took a table close to the stage and runway, which the long bar curved around. There was a precious lightlessness girl with a bubble can grinding inverted on a pole not ten feet in front of them. Another caramel cutie appeared out of sparse air at their board and they proceeded to parliamentary law overpriced drinks.

Charlie was out of his element but Karl and Duke were right in the midriff of theirs. They were hooting and hollering in no meter and soon were shoving bills into G-string. The black dancer came to the table 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 following terpsichorean hit the stage to ZZ Top, a petite brunet with huge tits and enough eye makeup to choke a Giraffa camelopardalis. She did her set, shaking her swag and her boobs at top speed and getting quite a rise from the client.

The next young lady was a redhead with long legs and six inch heels. She humped the pole for a spell then faced away from them and bent over forward as she took off her sequined skirt, which was about three inches long, and then her thong. They watched her asshole open as across-the-board as a silver clam and then close tight, and she did this over and over as the guys cheered. Then she turned around to face them and did the same thing with her twat.

Then a weedy Asian daughter appeared…evidently the club believed in variety…and she was incredibly lithe and elastic. She contorted herself in several means, like those addict in the Circus, fingering herself and sticking a dildo up her ass, and rubbed oil all over her tits and licked it off with her tongue.

All this time the boy were enjoying the ma'am, putting away drinks and throwing away money. After almost three hours they finally realized they had better wrap matter up. The place was filling up and it was getting toward Saturday night. As they were settling up their tab a new fille came to the stage.

She was blonde. Twenty-something, tall and slim down athletic consistence, tan, toned weapon system and peg, and tight defined abs. Her whisker was a medium-length bob parted variety of in the middle and wrapped around her sexy high cheeks. All of her fingers and toes were polished red, matching her gusty lips. She used every inch of the small stage and moved with a legato forcible grace. A glistening, transparent net draped her upper eubstance 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 rudeness. 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 place her. He could blaspheme she was staring right at him as they walked out of the club.

-- --

Charlie went base in an alcoholic haze. Alex wasn't home yet, which was a good thing since he was blasted. He washed and flossed and brushed, took four Empirin 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 face, he knew it from somewhere. He knew this girlfriend and he racked his brainiac 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 blur his words. But he was pretty sure she was half-lit too by how gaudy and clumsy she was as she got set up for bed. By the fourth dimension she climbed in beside him he was nodding off and thinking about the young blond again.

He slept soundly straight through the Nox. When he awoke early in the morning his pass was clear again. As he stood in front of the bath mirror brushing his dentition it came to him in a flash. He knew who the young blond terpsichorean was.

She was Scooter.

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Her real number epithet was Sara. Everyone called her scoter because when she was a teenager she was often seen riding her motor sea scooter. She would sit it everywhere, to schoolhouse, to the community pool, to the state club, to her chore. Charlie, in fact just about any levelheaded male, would end in his tracks when scoter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a bikini with her prospicient blond hair trailing in the breaking wind behind her. She was a popular, pretty, gymnastic little girl with an exceptional consistence. As a adolescent she was on the swim and plunk teams at the high schoolhouse and had been a saltation scholar as well.

Scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two child were young. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few years older than Charlie and Alex and lived a few blocks away. They all knew each former from the country club and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about Scooter for twelvemonth. The stopping point he had heard she had graduated heights school near the top of her year and had gone off to college on a scholarship. But that had been six or seven class ago.

But now he couldn't get the image of her out of his mind. What a beautiful 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 baseball club. He only wished he hadn't left right after she'd started and missed her act. He would suffer to repair that.

-- --

Charlie went back to the strip golf-club one evening the following workweek. The place wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a couple girls do their enactment. He made little talk with the bartender a couple of times but he didn't ask enquiry about the social dancer because he didn't want to seem like a lecher. He did casually say to him, ‘ Hey, I was in here hold up Sabbatum and there was a cutie up there, a mantrap blond with a fishing net wrapped around her'… ‘ Sexy Lexi ’, the barkeeper 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 meeting after work. Not a lie, he thought. He wasn't sure why he wanted to go see Sara, or what he expected from her. But things were unearthly at home base, so what the hell. He already knew she was a hot, aphrodisiacal fox. He wanted to see her show. See her landing strip. See her nipple and ass.

At a trivial after six he strode into the guild. It was early so the blank space was pretty dead. 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 doll was doing a mambo on the stage. Charlie noticed a man and a woman at the far end of the bar who both seemed to be getting into her.

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

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

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

"What's he look like ?"

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

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

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

Charlie was enjoying watching the dark centre cook on the degree in social movement of him. She danced like she was in the Soul Train final exam and stir her ass a mile-a-minute. Her pussy was huge. He was in a spell staring at it when the bartender returned.

"Your girl is on next,"he said.

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

He watched the balance of the dancer's set and then watched her think her heels and apparel and err offstage. She reappeared on the storey shortly thereafter and started working the couple down at the end of the bar that had been digging her. He ordered another beer and waited for, even though it was barely six-thirty, what for him would be the main case of the night.

A mates bit later a sultry swampy rut suddenly kicked out of the strait system of rules and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore bounder and her long leg were sheathed in bright red mire with a nonexistent genital organ, making her black G-string plainly visible. Up top she wore a skimpy waistcoat that matched her red pants, and underneath it a black bikini top that matched her thong. The flimsy net covered all the goodies.

She sure moved well, Charlie view. She made eye liaison with him almost immediately, pantomimed him a hello and blew him a osculation. Then she proceeded to consecrate him what seemed like a buck private show.

He watched her prance around and hump the pole and manduction on the net until she ripped it open and he could hear the Velcro shrieking as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her waistcoat. She humped the perch a few more metre and did a split on the floor and rolled over on her knees and set backwards all the way. Her kitty was just a few feet in front of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her minuscule disastrous posterior.

She had a tight stomach with a silver waist bracelet wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her navel. She continued her sexy, slimy dance, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her black top displaying her perky tanned tits with rings 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 jetty for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her cheek for him, and winked her whoreson at him.

When the music stopped and the display was over, Sara gathered up her assorted 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 stool next to him. She wore her crotchless red drawers and the Black person thong and two-piece 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 pretender name around here : Sexy Lexi, Randy Brandy, Franny Fox, Lily soaker. I haven't heard Scooter for years. I drive a car nowadays."

"Sorry, the picture is etched in my brain. You zipping up and down the road on your motor ice yacht in your two-piece with your retentive pilus flying out behind you."

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

"Just call me Charlie,"he said.

"okey, Charlie. I saw you in here final stage Saturday 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 mixologist appeared before them.

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

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

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

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

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

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

"She's okay too, I guess."

"Does she lie with you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

"Don't worry, I won't Tell. Do you ever see my founder at the country lodge ?"

"Once in a while."

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

Their conversation paused while the bartender delivered their drinks.

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

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

"Thank you. But tell me,"she said, and took a sip of tonic water."Did you like watching me trip the light fantastic toe ? Or seeing me au naturel ? Or is there something else ?"

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

"You don't seem like a strip nightclub kind of guy. The former day you were here with a group."

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

"advent in a chemical 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 deglutition from his beer, ill at ease, suddenly in no-man's land. Sara turned on her dejection to face him.

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

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that bout you on, Charlie ?"

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

"Am I turning you on now ?"

"Yes."

Suddenly dance music emanated from the talker as the next professional dancer made her entranceway. rosiness Dubyuh. Charlie felt Sara's paw slip between his legs. Her fingers surrounded his cock and rubbed it.

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

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

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

Right in rhythm with the dancer on stage and the euphony coming from the talker, an uptempo shuffle, Sara wanked Charlie's cock.

Charlie's 42 yr old weenie was having a thoroughly old clock time in Sara's 25 year old hand.

"You like this, Charlie ?"

Charlie nodded. Her sass 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 backtalk ?"

"Ugh,"Charlie grunted. His putz was closely 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 rotating shaft and Sara stroked him hard and fast, emptying his rooster and sending his seminal fluid outward splattering over his lap and shirt.

When it was over Sara released his knackered member and and scooped a clump of cum off of his shorts with her fingerbreadth. She took a taste and then put her fingertip to Charlie's sass and rubbed it into his lips.

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

Sara kissed him on the nerve 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 marshy, sloppy mess in his pants.

-- --

Alex was taking a hot exhibitioner. She scrubbed her body sporty, especially her cunt, inside and out. She noticed there was a bruise -- a hickie ! -- below her umbilicus where Justin had sucked too hard. She hoped Charlie wouldn't notice. She had just gotten dwelling from Justin's condo, where she'd fucked him for the twenty percent clock time.

She still couldn't believe what she was doing. She was ashamed of herself on one level. Here she was having an involvement, cheating on her husband of almost twenty class. Her husband would be devastated. Would he disassociate her ? She didn't want that, but affair between them had been strained recently. What would people say ? What would her children conceive ?

But on another stratum she was kind of pleased with herself. She was forty-one years old and she knew she looked good. She had a trade good trunk and had kept in shape, and men appreciated a tight body with unbendable knocker and a nice ass. She was proud of the fact that a handsome young man 13 class her junior had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to name she liked having a new cock inside her.

Justin had been calling on the fellowship where she worked for some time, and after a spell he started flirting with her. He asked her out for a boozing after oeuvre and observe on asking even though she demurely declined a number of meter. Then one time she surprised herself and said yes.

Nothing happened that first time former than an uneasy kiss at the end. But Alex could tell he wanted her. The anchor ring on her impart helping 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 next week Justin asked her out again. They skipped the drinks and went to his condominium and fucked.

That was five weeks ago. They'd fucked after study on the same day each week. She knew it wouldn't last and knew affair would end up awkward in the end. Justin was no great 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 soiled wear in the dry cleaning bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't notice. He could hear her in the lav and thought it was a foreign time to be taking a exhibitor. Still naked, he considered going in there and getting into the cascade with her. But he didn't. It would be out of character and he was sure that she would see through him and acknowledge his guilt and get it on that he'd been up to something naughty.

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

-- --

The next hebdomad 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 piece after patch until she wore nothing but a G-string the size of a postage stamp and two pasties on her nipples. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her rock her open air gash and dilating asshole in straw man of him with a coy smile on her face. He had his helping hand in his lap massaging his stiffened cock.

When her set ended Sara walked off naked. Not a instant later she walked up and sat succeeding to him at the bar. She wore a jackanapes blue sky wrapping pulled tightly around her slick underframe.

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

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

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

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

Sara put her hand between his peg and felt his cock. She stroked it like she had the last time and felt its unfeelingness straining against the fabric of his pants.

"Ooh, Charlie, it looks like you really are gladiola 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 panoptic open and looked like round European olive tree green pools. She started to motivate her brass toward his. He thought she was going to kiss him but she didn't, she put her back talk to his rectify ear.

"Do you want me to sop up it ?"she asked. She didn't time lag for an solution."Because we can make that encounter, Charlie. We have common soldier 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 manus and led him around the bar to a locked door. He felt like everyone was watching and his erection was sticking out like a sore thumb. Sara punched in a code on a keypad and unlocked the door. They walked down a short antechamber and then through another door into a pocket-sized elbow room. There was a pole in the center and a couple of banquettes against the walls.

"Have a keister, Charlie."

Sara didn't muckle around with the rod 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 cushioned bench, straddling him.

She pushed her pierced nipples into his face. Charlie sucked one into his back talk and tasted her dessert and sweaty form along with the metallic tang of the gold ring attached. He held her bare ass in his men as she ground her naked mound against his girded turncock through the taut material of his pant. Her nipple hardened in his mouth and his hammer pushed hard against her bald, twisting twat. Charlie switched mamilla and Sara pushed it into his back talk while she clamped her bridge player on the rear of his header 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 pap hard as Super Balls Sara lowered herself and sat next to Charlie and put her hand on his cock.

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

He nodded. She unbuckled his rap and opened his pants. He lifted his rear slightly and slither his pants down and over his genu and she held his putz in her deal. She looked into his eyes.

Then Sara did something she had never done with any guy she'd ever met at the nightspot. She put her brim on his and zoomed her knife into his mouth.

They kissed with a locked, vivid love and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her stopping point. Their rim were meshed and their clapper explored new lip and Sara was shocked not only by the fact she'd done it, but also by how long it went on and how much they both were into it. She'd been thinking about him the last few days and had hoped he'd come back. And she knew she would see him again after this night, but not at the lodge. She was going to be his lover. His mistress, his concubine, his paramour, his doxy, call it what you will. He might be married and almost as old as her don but she wanted to fuck him, and not just once, and not just in the backroom of a strip club.

"tinker's dam, you're a good kisser,"she said. Then she lowered her head into his lap and took his house, strict cock into her mouth.

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

It was almost like his brain was in a spell or he was having a dream or his dick was a case in a movie. This beautiful vernal lady who used to be his babysitter days ago was now sucking his pecker. And she was damn goodness at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to taste it and swallow it. If his wife wouldn't take forethought of him she would. She liked the spirit of his mitt roaming her flesh and the heat of his stopcock against her tongue and the wall of her mouth. His balls were now like acorns in her hand so she knew his horn was about to blow.

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

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

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

"You can call me Scooter if you like."

She kicked off her hound and then hopped up onto the cushioned bench and stood with her naked substructure on either slope of him and her cunt inches from his typeface. She looked down into his eyes.

"You like to eat cunt, 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 well clit. When she felt him tongue-fucking her liquid tunnel Sara humped his aspect up against the wall behind his head. He spread his hands around her bum as she fucked his human face and squeezed her ass until he felt her ass form ooze between his fingers. Soon it was her turn to come.

"Oh Fuck, Charlie !"

She pounded his human face harder with her groin and he dug his finger into the fling of her ass for a sound grip. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's human face, into his mouth and dripped from his Kuki-Chin. She leaned hard against him in slip her ramification buckled. She moaned as the waves flowed out of her.

In her twenty-four hour period as a stripper as far as Sara had been willing to go with customers were hand line of work and the rare puff job if the guy was attractive and she was in the mood. She never kissed the customers. And she had never had an climax. Now with Charlie she'd done all of it. And she decided she was going for even more. She was going to get it on him too.

She lowered herself onto her articulatio genus facing him. Charlie kissed her with his sass open and their tongues slithered through a long, slowly dance.

"Fuck me, Charlie,"Sara said softly.

Charlie nodded. He felt her fingerbreadth on his erected cock and her bitch lowered and surrounded it. Just like that he was balls-deep into her. She put her limb around his cervix and moved her kitty-cat up and down and squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscularity. Up and down, over and over, hugging his peter with her twat, her dewy eyes locked onto his.

After a span minute of watching Sara bounce up and down Charlie took control. With his shaft still embedded inside her he lifted her and pivoted their organic structure around so her ass was on top of the seat back. He started fucking her up against the wall.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie held her quivering trunk as she came with a series of shaky, wet cramp. Once she was still he pulled his rooster out of her and stood up. His pants were a twisted shipwreck around his ankles.

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

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

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

Sara reached into the small pocket of her wrapping and pulled out a concern wit and handed it to him.

"My cell act is on this poster,"she said."yell me."

Charlie looked at the bill."human Services Counselor ?"he said.

"Yeah. fondness words for Social Worker."

"You're a Social doer ?"

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

"I had no idea."

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

"Wow, you are an impressive 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."Wait till I get you in bed."

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

On the drive home he felt skillful from what had just happened but he also felt like a heel because he loved his wife and he had cheated on her. He didn't want to hurt Alex but he was already looking forward to getting another taste of iceboat Pie.

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Alex continued to ‘ work late'one Nox a hebdomad at Justin's office. They had their routine down pat, the same night each week. Alex would show up at the like time, get unattired, neatly hang up her clothes and lie in his bed. They would kiss, then she'd suck some cock, get her puss licked and get laid. They were usually done in an hour 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 slight early and go to Sara's spot. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had various crude oil and lotion and taper burning in her bedroom. They'd be naked in the bed in quick style and they would plunge right into some variety of kinky, brute sex which would head to loud, ecstatic coming. Then as they lay in bed resting they would talk about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to caressing and fondling and drubbing and suck and it would culminate in more formal fucking and climaxes.

The first meter at Sara's she spent the outset half hour sucking on his globe and playing with his arse. With his stopcock like a hot rod in her hand and his chunk swiveling in her mouth Charlie ejaculated all over himself without even inserting it. Then she sat on his face until she came, sucked his cock, then fucked him.

The next week they did anal retentive. The workweek after that Charlie got a gust job and a dildo up his ass at the Saame time. She licked his dickhead ; 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 treasure as a lot as the sex were their interludes. He enjoyed their conversations during the rest time between their opening and closing routine. She was so soft to spill to and not afraid to open up. Which helped him unfold up.

He learned that Sara had gone to college on a scholarship and had started stripping on the weekends for supererogatory money. She graduated with honors and then came home and got the job as a social worker. The pay wasn't with child so she got the job dancing at the lodge. She could take a leak twice her societal worker salary by stripping three switching a calendar week. She was working on a masters degree in Psychology. She was bisexual person. Her last two sexual relationships before Charlie had been with women.

Charlie opened up to Sara quite a bit as well. Sara instinctively knew that his marriage must be on the fritz ; she didn't think he would be coming to her apartment to be intimate her once a week otherwise. After a pair off month of their hebdomadal trysts Charlie was holding Sara in his arm and her straits was resting on his chest when he finally told her what she already knew.

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

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

"well, I mean she was having an amour before I ever came to your club."

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

There was an ungainly silence while Charlie tried to visualize out what to say.

"Uh, no,"he said."At least I don't think so. I only went to that club to celebrate a friend's birthday, not expecting to find a char. 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 have sex her ? Do you want to keep her ?"

There was another uneasy pause as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"doe she finger the Lapp way ?"

"I really don't know."

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

"Sure,"he said.

"first base, you need to find out. And we have to intercept. And she has to terminate. If she feels the Same way you do then you both have to forge together to fix what is broken. I remember you and Alex as a happy, beautiful couple. Do you desire to get that back ?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then you need to get occupy. I like fucking you, Charlie, but I never expected it to utmost. 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 mind 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. duad 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 rabbits again."

"You kidding me ?"

"Nope."

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

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

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

-- --

Charlie got home originally than usual. Alex was already abode and settled on the sofa in the crime syndicate room. She had a book in her hand, a drink on the tabular array and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove.

Charlie didn't know that Alex had ended her liaison the hebdomad before. She and Justin had been in mid-fuck in his bed when a crazy woman started banging on his front door and screaming and cursing. She was calling him a bastard and a prevaricator and a dunderhead and a no-count whoreson loud enough for the whole building and half the neighbourhood to see. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to hold back. 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 hussy and a whore and asked Justin if she was the other married cunt he was fucking. The woman picked up lamps and various items and started throwing them around the livelihood room. trade good old Justin had been screwing this woman every week on a dissimilar night. Alex told Justin to go bonk himself and got out of there pretty damn nimble before the cops showed up.

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

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

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

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

"Library Holy Scripture,"she said."An old Pat Conroy."

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

Alex's boldness shriveled and saddened and she exploded into teardrop. She sobbed uncontrollably for several minutes and cried ‘ I'm so sorry'and ‘ I hate myself'a yoke 12 multiplication. When her weeping was reduced to a whimper Charlie got up and sat beside her on the lounge. 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 mistake. 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 good-for-nothing, Charlie. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Do you still love me ?"he asked.

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

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

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

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

They proceeded to get one of the most confidant conversations they'd had in years. There was stack of infliction to go around for both of them but as they cleansed their consciences they opened the doors to a sweet start.

Alex told Charlie about how it had started. Justin was young and well-favored and he would occur into the office staff and hit on her. She was now in her XL 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 OK, she'd have a drink with him after study. And one thing led to another and they were having an affair. It really meant nothing and wasn't meant to last. And then she finds out the son-of-a-bitch is fucking at to the lowest degree one early married woman at the like time.

Charlie told Alex about the birthday party for Karl. They'd taken him to a slip club because Karl is into that scene. They hung out a while and as they were leaving he'd noticed that the dancer that had just come on leg looked familiar but he could not think from where or when he knew her. Then it came to him. He went back on his own, the beginning time he'd ever set foot in a place like that without a radical of guys. He talked to her. It wasn't intended, but it happened.

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

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

"Huh ? Who is it ?"

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

"What are you talking about ?"

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

"Are you weirdo ?"

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

They kissed again, another soft, foresightful one. Charlie loved feeling and tasting her backtalk again.

"testament you go with me ?"

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

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

Alex smiled and shook her head.

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

"How long has it been since we made love 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 while at a metre. Then they were naked and their wearing apparel were in a heap on the wood flooring and they had sex on the couch. Although it may have lacked the kinky vehemence Charlie had enjoyed lately, it felt like a long-awaited welcome-home company to him. He luxuriated in the associate scent of Alex and the taste and feel of her skin and her curves and her sweaty flesh and the nip of her kitty and the cosiness of her lips around his cock, and remembered all the reasons he'd fallen in passion with her twenty-some yr before.

-- --

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

"Are you looking forward to it, Charlie ?"

"Yes, very a great deal 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 Friday after work. Charlie came household and grabbed a beer and waited for Alex as she showered and changed clothes. Charlie was not let down when she appeared. She had on her aphrodisiac black frock that showed off her long legs and slim down build and its low-cut top did the same for her top half. The soft, black fabric subtly outlined the perky shape of her bra-less tits.

"tinker's dam, I think I might stimulate to cancel tonight. Stay home and rip your dress off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his blazonry. She smelled great. It was a fruity fragrance he'd given her on her last birthday.

"Uh uh, down boy, that'll have to hold off money box we get back. I'm too curious about what you have in fund 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 older, seedier part of the city.

"Where are you taking me ?"

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

-- --

They walked into the club hand-in-hand and stopped just inside the door to survey the place. The stick was already jumping with the Fri after-work crowd. well-nigh tables were filled and music was cranking. They found seats at the bar and Charlie ordered a beer for himself and a albumen wine for Alex. He mentioned to the bartender that they had a reservation for the back room, and gave him his name.

On the stage before them a skinny girl was almost down to her birthday suit. She didn't have much up top but had a nice ass and was swinging it pretty safe. She seemed to charter special observance of Alex, and was looking right at her and smiling when she peeled off her thong. She started humping in their charge with her nude cunt and then spread it capable for them with her fingers.

"Oh My God !"Alex said.

The girl turned around and jutted her ass out in their way and winked her son of a bitch at them a few times.

"Oh My God !"Alex said again.

A Edward Young redhead tapped Charlie on the shoulder and said to come her. They grabbed their drinking and were led through the door and down the hall to the same private elbow room he'd been to previously. taper emanated a indulgent glow around the elbow room and soft, swampy euphony was playing.

"Have a seat, 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."Stage name."

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

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

"Oh, please…"

"I'm serious."

The doorway opened and Sara walked in and across the small room. She turned the medicine up slightly and turned to present them. She wore a aqua wrapping that was layered around her lean, foxy bod. She kicked off her dog. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the pole in the nerve center of the way and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

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

"She sent me rest home to you, Honey."

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

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

"You didn't come here tonight to see me hump a 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 pole. She wore a curt, silky black bird 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 enter ?"

"I like to watch,"Alex said.

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

She turned to her left hand. There were three small button on her right hip. Alex looked at iceboat tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the wench and handed it to her. A fragile smuggled thong barely covered her sex. Scooter tossed the skirt at the pole and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his dick with her pussy and thrust her breasts in his face.

Charlie's cock was hard and he pushed it into Sara's grinding inguen as he sucked on her pierced nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. She held his header in her custody as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took nipple and gold anchor ring into his back talk. Alex watched in awe as her husband sucked like a thirsty camel on the stripper's tits.

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

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

"Unhook me, Alex."

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

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

Alex hesitated at first of all but Sara's tongue was forceful and she opened her mouth to accept it. She was not accustomed to kissing other women and had not come to the club expecting to be french-kissing their old sitter, but watching her husband sucking this attractive young charwoman's titty had been a turn-on.

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

This time there was no hesitation. Alex went with it, her lips eagerly opened for occupation and her lingua twirled in Sara's oral cavity. With a taste of nipple and gold 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 thong strap that was sunken in the whirl of Sara's ass. He put his other hand between her stage. Her thong was deaden. Sara arced her cunt into his hand.

Charlie stopped sucking tit long enough to pull in Sara's thong down to her knees. She was now naked in their circuit. He inserted two fingerbreadth into her puss and two fingers into her asshole and started finger-fucking her from both counselling. It was gentle because her bastard 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 fingers."Your husband loves my ass."Then she slid the shoulder strap of Alex's full-dress off of her shoulder so her tits were exposed.

Alex jabbered a squeaking suspiration when Sara licked her raw nipple, and then another when she sucked it into her sassing. Charlie took his left hand away from Sara's crotch and scooted himself closelipped to Alex and as soon as he was close enough his married woman sucked his tongue into her mouth. All three bodies were a leaning, wrench form on the bench : Charlie passionately kissing his wife while she was having her pap sucked by a slick young lady who had his fingers up her ass. Meanwhile, Charlie's compacted swollen peter was dying to get out of his pants.

Sara's lip and tongue and teeth paraded over Alex's nipples, which were now hardened nuggets in her mouth. She put her hired hand between her leg and up under her apparel and found that Alex's step-in were wet.

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

She lifted the hem of the dress up, yanked Alex's soaked panty to the English and licked her maudlin twat.

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

Sara drove her whole nerve into Alex's gash, ramming her tongue into her open arena and chomping on her good tamale. Alex leaned her cunt toward the source of her pleasure.

Charlie had his wife's natural language in his backtalk and her chest in his hand when he felt Sara's hand start rubbing his inflated cock. It was time to let his horse out of the barn. He unbuckled his belt and opened his drawers. His cock sprung out and upward like the needle on a magnetic reach six mental block from the magnetic north Pole. Sara stroked it as she continued chowing down on Alex's saturated fumble. Alex put her hand on Sara's and they jerked him together.

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

"Oh, crap !"she said.

"What's the matter ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's clit several solid suck before she sprayed. Charlie felt his wife's hand tighten around his cock as she came, and she moaned and her body shook as her pussy loose. Her cum covered Sara's font in a gush like Charlie couldn't recall.

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

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

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

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

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

Sara was first. She licked his dig 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 shit thing into her lip and throat.

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

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

His rooster didn't get much of a faulting, though. Charlie ate a couple pussy and then he was able to stick his peter into both as well as the girls sat side-by-side making out. And the grand finale was sublime. He fucked his wife doggy-style while she had her face in Sara's crotch eating sea 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 vesture and was gone. Charlie and Alex took a duad bit to get dressed and then both went to the public convenience. Their plumbery had a few leaks.

On the private road home they held handwriting ; They couldn't remember the go sentence they'd done that. Back at the house they showered together ; They couldn't think the endure time they'd done that. And they fucked in the shower ; They couldn't remember when they'd live done that, either.

They drank wine and ordered Chinese food to be delivered. As they ate dinner party they talked about their Nox. Charlie told her how turned-on he had been watching her getting it on with Sara, kissing and eating slit. 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 bare business. She wanted to chip in her ass to Charlie just like Sara had.

-- --

Sara had been right. Their demented tripartite night had ignited their sex sprightliness to a new meridian. They were both grateful to have each early back. No sneaking around, no lies, no feigning. Alex had a unused, new desire to suck Charlie's prick and look at it up the ass. Charlie wanted to fuck her, eat her pussy and lick her ass all the time. They were athirst for each other again. They made plans.

But Alex took something else away from that night, too. Sex with Sara had been brand new and excite. Her coming when Sara was going down on her was one of the most explosive ones she'd ever had. And eating her pussy ! It was her first time but she knew what to do. And she wanted to do it some more. She could conclude her eyes and breathe in and smack Sara's yummy cunt.

Over the following weeks Charlie and Alex were insatiable, sex became part of their day, like eating dinner or brushing their tooth. But Alex was checking out other cleaning lady 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 set about it and she didn't want to have a clandestine affair with a womanhood. No, if she was going to fuck cleaning lady, it would have to be with Charlie. Or at least with his consent.

-- --

Their lines 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 intense and more often than ever, and they agreed that their experience with Sara was monumental in contributing to their newfound togetherness and might even induce saved their wedding. They agreed they should come up with a way to picture their gratitude.

"She's a Hades of a societal worker, in more direction than one,"Charlie had said.

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

For their anniversary Alex and Charlie went away for a workweek to a resort down by the coast. Celebrating twenty years of a successful marriage…except for a few workweek there when they both went sideways before getting back on running. Whenever they weren't in the way fucking they were out by the puddle or in the lounge or on the grounds where they would be checking out all the cleaning lady. Alex was starting to get cross-eyed from staring at so many genitals.

The next calendar week Alex called Sara's cellphone phone. It went to voicemail so she left a subject matter asking her to squall. The side by side day Sara called back. They said their hellos and then Alex got to the purpose of her call.

"Sara, I called to say ‘ Thank You ’. Charlie and I agree that the night with you was amazing and has had a fundamental essence on both of us. We might ingest 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, sword lily to hear it,"Sara said.

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

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

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

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

"O.K., let's."Sara said."I'd lovemaking to."She was thinking it might be a good time to ask them to bring back the favor if they were serious about it.

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

They set the engagement for two weeks hence.

-- --

Charlie had made a reservation at a riverfront restaurant that was highly-rated and known for steaks and seafood. Alex wore her hottest, sexiest jumpsuit that showed off her cleavage and her shape, hoping Sara would notice. She had no idea how the night was going to turn over out, but if the opportunity for another 3 presented itself, she would be ready.

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

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

Alex was relieved when Sara didn't hesitate to immediately embrace and kiss them both before taking her place and ordering a gin tonic. There was minor talk at firstly : You look great, so do you, how have you been, this place is great, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The host returned and they ordered a endorse unit of ammunition and placed their dinner orders. Then Sara redirected the conversation.

"I quit stripping,"Sara said.

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

"There's a man in my life history,"Sara continued."Or back in my life-time, I should say. An old boyfriend from college, we went together for two years. Arlo. Very in effect relationship, we loved each other. But he had a little problem with the bi- thing, which he's gotten past, but he had a fully grown problem with my baring. We broke up. He graduated and went off to medical school.

"The night the three of us shared at the nightclub, 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 hand jobs. Until that night with you two, I had never kissed a man or a charwoman from the club, I had never fucked a man or a woman from the club, and I had never had an climax with a man or woman from the club."

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

"I learned something from you that night. I was turned on and I went with it. But the sex was lone part of it. I was turned on because you two were so into each early. I remembered how hot and happy you looked when I used to babysit for you. And you went through a raspy patch but Charlie didn't hesitate when I asked him if he loved you and wanted to sustain 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 consume it. I got up the nerve and contacted him. He still loves me. I still love him."

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

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

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

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

So I thought, why not wipe out two birds with one Edward Durell Stone ? Four way, full phase of the moon swap. But it would suffer to be with a brace we are attracted to and can commit. 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, subtle smile on her face. Charlie looked like a deer in the headlights. Alex turned to Charlie.

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

"I don't know…"he said slowly.

"What's the issue, Charlie ?"Sara said softly."Think of the possibleness. 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 slick ladies at the Saame clock time, good Alex ?"

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

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

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

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

They said goodnight in the parking lot. When the girls were kissing auf wiedersehen Alex whispered something into Sara's ear."Don't headache, 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 bare and lie on the bed. She said she was going to move over him a blowjob and would be there in a second.

She went into the kitchen and opened the icebox. She pulled out the crisper drawer and found a large, even-shaped courgette, eight column inch long. She went to the sleeping room. She could get wind Charlie peeing in the master bathroom so she put the squash racquets on the end table, undressed and lay on the bed. Charlie was naked when he came out of the bathroom and got into bed beside her. Immediately they started kissing and Alex's hand made a beeline for Charlie's cock. She massaged his balls and lightly caressed his dick and within a minute he was rock-solid.

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

Down she went. She kissed it, licked it and took it in her oral fissure. 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 heart and soul into her mouth in sync with the finger throbbing his ass. After a couple minutes of moaning and boning Charlie came, and Alex sucked it in as it pressured its way out of him.

Alex lay back beside him and reached for the zucchini.

"What's that for ?"Charlie asked.

"Practice,"she said.

She lowered it to her snatch and jammed it inside. She stroked it in and out of her a numeral of times, sighing with each plunge. Then she took it out, raised it to her face and sucked the length of it into her mouth, in then out, several sentence. Charlie watched her with a smirk on his face. She rammed it back into her zany and spun it around, getting it right and wet and funky. She handed it to Charlie.

"You try it,"she said.

He laughed but went along. He sucked a couple inches into his mouth and pulled it out. Alex egged him on and he did it again, then again. He had a big mouth so most of the courgette had disappeared behind his lips.

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

She lowered it again to her slit and shoved it in several inches. The bulk of the veggie protruded from her twat.

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

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

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

She watched Charlie open his mouth astray and wrap up his lips around her ripe appendage, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Sabbatum night.

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