SCOOTER PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the country club after a Saturday afternoon rung of golf game with his buddies Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the ball club lounge after playing eighteen holes but this day was a little different. It was Karl's 40th birthday and he had just recently separated from his second wife so the guys decided that on this day the nineteenth kettle of fish would be at a strip club on the other side of town. Across the course. The red get off 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 things had been tense between them recently. He thought it sadly ironic that now that their two fry were finally out of the nestle and off to college and they would finally take in the theatre to themselves, is the time when they would be having marital difficulties. Their succeeding wedding anniversary would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still melt off and trim and in excellent shape, a big couple in almost anyone's estimation, he didn't feel like they would have much to celebrate.

Willy drove them all to the golf-club in his car because he wasn't that big a drinker. He'd hold a dyad light beers and then throw to diet blow. It took them about a half minute to get there. The order was dark inside with strobe lights flashing and music throbbing. The place was only about half-full, so they took a table close to the stage and rails, which the longsighted bar curved around. There was a cunning calamitous girl with a bubble butt grinding upside-down on a pole not ten feet in nominal head of them. Another caramel cutie appeared out of thin air at their table and they proceeded to order overpriced drinks.

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

The side by side dancer hit the stage to ZZ Top, a petite brunette with vast tits and sufficiency eye makeup to choke a giraffe. She did her set, shaking her booty and her tit at top speed and getting quite a rise from the customer.

The next girl was a redhead with long legs and six in heel. She humped the Pole for a spell then faced away from them and bent over forward as she took off her beady dame, which was about three in long, and then her thong. They watched her asshole undefendable as wide as a silver dollar mark and then close close, and she did this over and over as the guys cheered. Then she turned around to confront them and did the Saame thing with her twat.

Then a skinny Asian girl appeared…evidently the club believed in variety…and she was incredibly sylphlike and flexile. She contorted herself in assorted shipway, like those freaks 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 boys were enjoying the ma'am, putting away deglutition and throwing away money. After almost three 60 minutes they finally realized they had better wrap matter up. The place was filling up and it was getting toward Sabbatum Night. As they were settling up their tab a new miss came to the stage.

She was blonde. Twenty-something, tall and slim acrobatic consistence, tan, toned arms and wooden leg, and tight defined abs. Her hair was a medium-length bob parted form of in the middle and wrapped around her aphrodisiacal senior high brass. All of her digit and toes were polished red, matching her tumid sassing. She used every inch of the small stage and moved with a smooth physical grace. A shiny, transparent net draped her upper berth soundbox covering her lean outfit. She tore off the net with her tooth as she sashayed around above them.

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

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Charlie went home in an boozer haze. Alex wasn't household yet, which was a goodness 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 blonde. The way she moved, the way she looked, the way she smiled at him. He couldn't get her out of his mind. That look, he knew it from somewhere. He knew this girl and he racked his Einstein but he couldn't remember from where.

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

He slept soundly straight through the night. When he awoke early in the morning his head was sack up again. As he stood in front of the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth it came to him in a flash. He knew who the young blonde dancer was.

She was Scooter.

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Her material name was Sara. Everyone called her scoter because when she was a teenager she was often seen riding her motor scooter. She would ride it everywhere, to schooltime, to the community syndicate, to the country club, to her jobs. Charlie, in fact just about any healthy Male, would kibosh in his cartroad when Scooter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a bikini with her farsighted blond hair trailing in the wind behind her. She was a popular, pretty, acrobatic female child with an exceptional body. As a teenager she was on the swimming and diving teams at the heights school and had been a dance scholarly person as well.

water scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two youngster were Loretta Young. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few days senior than Charlie and Alex and lived a few blocks away. They all knew each other from the commonwealth club and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about scooter for class. The last he had heard she had graduated richly schooling near the top of her class 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 range of her out of his brain. 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 club. He only wished he hadn't left right after she'd started and missed her act. He would have to rectify that.

-- --

Charlie went back to the landing strip club one evening the following week. The space wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a couple lady friend do their acts. He made belittled public lecture with the bartender a couplet of multiplication but he didn't ask questions about the dancers because he didn't want to seem like a lecher. He did casually say to him, ‘ Hey, I was in here last Sabbatum and there was a cutie up there, a beauty blond with a fishnet wrapped around her'… ‘ Sexy Lexi ’, the bartender said. ‘ She's off tonight. She'll be here tomorrow night. cum in at six ’.

Tomorrow Night it is, Charlie thought.

-- --

The future day Charlie told his wife he'd be late, he had a merging after oeuvre. 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 weird at place, so what the the pits. He already knew she was a hot, aphrodisiac fox. He wanted to see her show. See her airstrip. See her tits and ass.

At a picayune after six he strode into the club. It was early so the space was pretty absolutely. He sat on a throne at the almost-empty bar and the bartender brought him the same beer he'd ordered the nighttime before and then disappeared. A black chick was doing a mambo on the stage. Charlie noticed a man and a womanhood at the far end of the bar who both seemed to be getting into her.

"Hey Sara,"the 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 unspoilt starting tonight. There's a guy at the bar who was in here last night asking about you. You want to go next ?"

"What's he look like ?"

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

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

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

Charlie was enjoying watching the dark kernel cook on the stage in nominal head of him. She danced like she was in the somebody power train final examination and shook her ass a mile-a-minute. Her twat was immense. He was in a trance staring at it when the bartender returned.

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

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

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

A couple minutes later a sultry swampy vallecula suddenly kicked out of the sound system and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore heels and her prospicient legs were sheathed in shining red mire with a nonexistent crotch, making her black thong plainly seeable. Up top she wore a skimpy waistcoat that matched her red pants, and underneath it a ignominious Bikini top that matched her thong. The tenuous net covered all the goodies.

She sure moved well, Charlie thought. She made eye contact lens with him almost immediately, pantomimed him a how-do-you-do and blew him a buss. Then she proceeded to give him what seemed like a private show.

He watched her strut around and love the celestial pole and chaw on the net until she ripped it open and he could hear the Velcro screech as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her waistcoat. She humped the Pole a few more than times and did a split on the floor and rolled over on her articulatio genus and bent backwards all the way. Her kitty-cat was just a few feet in front of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her minuscule disastrous prat.

She had a tight abdomen with a silver waistline bangle wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her navel. She continued her sexy, slimy dancing, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her smuggled top displaying her perky tanned tits with rings in her nipples and she swung her boob and fondled them. Then finally off came her lash and Charlie watched for the next few minute of arc as Sara danced for him, and swung her pelvic girdle for him, and rotated her hairless groin for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her bottom for him, and winked her motherfucker at him.

When the music stopped and the show 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 calamitous 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 boozer. I haven't heard Scooter for days. I drive a car nowadays."

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

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

"Just promise me Charlie,"he said.

"Okay, Charlie. I saw you in here last-place 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 drink and I can give ear out with you for a short while,"she said into his ear.

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

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

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

"I'm doing okay. Work and play golf. The kids 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."

"doe she get it on you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

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

"Once in a while."

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

Their conversation paused while the bartender delivered their drinks.

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

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

"Thank you. But evidence me,"she said, and took a sip of tonic water."Did you like watching me dance ? 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 cartoon strip club kind of guy. The former day you were here with a group."

"Yes, a acquaintance had his 40th 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 bang what you really want."

Charlie took a swallow from his beer, restless, suddenly in no-man's land. Sara turned on her stool to front him.

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

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that tour you on, Charlie ?"

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

"Am I turning you on now ?"

"Yes."

Suddenly dance music emanated from the speakers as the next dancer made her ingress. rose President George W. Bush. Charlie felt Sara's bridge player sideslip between his legs. Her finger surrounded his shaft and rubbed it.

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

Charlie was impressed with how deftly and quickly her fingers on one mitt unbuckled his whack, unbuttoned his bloomers and opened his fly. She threaded his tool through the prick in his shorts and held it in her hand.

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

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

Charlie's forty-two twelvemonth old hot dog was having a good old clip in Sara's twenty-five yr 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…"

"Have you thought about putting it my sassing ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Sara kissed him on the cheek and disappeared into the dressing room.

Charlie looked around the dim bar nervously. No one seemed to give birth noticed or cared what had just happened. He tried to discreetly put himself back together. He tucked his shirt in and buckled and zipped up. He paid his tab…outrageous, he thought…and left the bar with a soggy, slapdash mess in his pants.

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Alex was taking a hot exhibitioner. She scrubbed her dead body uninfected, especially her pussycat, inside and out. She noticed there was a bruise -- a hickie ! -- below her navel where Justin had sucked too hard. She hoped Charlie wouldn't notice. She had just gotten family from Justin's condo, where she'd fucked him for the fifth time.

She still couldn't believe what she was doing. She was ashamed of herself on one grade. Here she was having an involvement, cheating on her hubby of almost twenty age. Her married man would be devastated. Would he disunite her ? She didn't want that, but things between them had been strained recently. What would people say ? What would her tike think ?

But on another stratum she was kind of pleased with herself. She was xli twelvemonth old and she knew she looked good. She had a skillful body and had kept in cast, and men appreciated a wet body with truehearted nipple and a Nice ass. She was proud of the fact that a handsome Danton True Young man thirteen years her Jnr had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to mention she liked having a new tool inside her.

Justin had been calling on the caller where she worked for some clock time, and after a piece he started flirting with her. He asked her out for a drink after study and kept on asking even though she demurely declined a number of times. Then one time she surprised herself and said yes.

cypher happened that first time other than an nervous candy kiss at the end. But Alex could tell he wanted her. The ring on her left deal certainly did not deter him and she knew in her core that if he asked her again she would go to bed with him. The future workweek Justin asked her out again. They skipped the potable and went to his condo and fucked.

That was five hebdomad ago. They'd fucked after work on the Lapp day each workweek. She knew it wouldn't finale and knew thing would end up awkward in the end. Justin was no great lover but it was something new and different and she found it exciting being bad.

-- --

Charlie got plate and went into the bedroom to change. He put his soiled clothing in the dry cleanup bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't observation. He could hear her in the bathroom and thought it was a unusual time to be taking a shower. Still au naturel, he considered going in there and getting into the shower with her. But he didn't. It would be out of character and he was sure that she would see through him and recognize his guilt and cognize 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 adjacent calendar week there he was again, seated at the bar. Sara smiled and gave him the eye as she did her act. She was dressed differently this time and he watched her as she peeled off piece after patch until she wore nothing but a G-string the size of it of a postage pestle and two pasties on her nipples. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her tilt her open cut and dilating prick in front of him with a coy smile on her face. He had his script in his lap massaging his stiffened cock.

When her set ended Sara walked off bare. Not a minute later she walked up and sat side by side to him at the bar. She wore a whippersnapper blueness wrapper pulled tightly around her foxy figure.

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

"Couldn't remain away. You were nifty. You are great."

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

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

Sara put her hand between his ramification and felt his cock. She stroked it like she had the last fourth dimension and felt its hardness overrefinement against the fabric of his pants.

"Ooh, Charlie, it looks like you really are beaming 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 outdoors and looked like round Olea europaea green pocket billiards. She started to move 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 require me to suck it ?"she asked. She didn't wait for an answer."Because we can make water that happen, Charlie. We have private rooms in the backrest. You'd have to pay for it, but we could be alone. Would you like that ?"

Charlie nodded.

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

She took his mitt and led him around the bar to a locked door. He felt like everyone was watching and his hard-on was sticking out like a sore thumb. Sara punched in a code on a computer keyboard and unlocked the door. They walked down a short hall and then through another threshold into a diminished way. There was a pole in the center and a couple of banquettes against the walls.

"Have a hindquarters, Charlie."

Sara didn't mess around with the celestial pole in the shopping center of the way. But Charlie's Pole was a different matter. He was going to get a lap dancing without the music. She untied her cloak and slipped it off. She was 100 % bare underneath. She moved in and put her knees on the cushioned bench, straddling him.

She pushed her thrust mammilla into his expression. Charlie sucked one into his sassing and tasted her sweet and sweaty material body along with the metallic tang of the amber ring attached. He held her denude ass in his hands as she ground her naked mound against his girded cock through the taut cloth of his trousers. Her nipple hardened in his mouthpiece and his cock pushed hard against her bald, twisting twat. Charlie switched mammilla and Sara pushed it into his mouth while she clamped her hands on the book binding of his head and pulled it to her.

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

After a few bit of that and with her nipple hard as superintendent clump Sara lowered herself and sat following to Charlie and put her hand on his cock.

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

He nodded. She unbuckled his knock and opened his pants. He lifted his tail slightly and slide his trouser down and over his knees and she held his cock in her handwriting. 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 tongue into his mouth.

They kissed with a locked, intense heat and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her close. Their rim were meshed and their tongues explored new sassing and Sara was shocked not only by the fact she'd done it, but also by how prospicient it went on and how much they both were into it. She'd been thinking about him the last few days and had hoped he'd come back. And she knew she would see him again after this nighttime, but not at the club. She was going to be his fan. His mistress, his doxy, his courtesan, his doxy, call it what you will. He might be married and almost as old as her father but she wanted to get laid him, and not just once, and not just in the backroom of a cartoon strip club.

"shit, you're a upright kisser,"she said. Then she lowered her headland into his lap and took his firm, rigid rooster into her mouth.

Charlie was impressed by Sara's tractableness. Her rear end was seated flat on the cushion next to him facing forward but her torso was twisted toward him and hang at the waist and her grimace was in his crotch with his tool in her mouth. Charlie massaged her articulatio humeri and amphetamine back as her fountainhead bobbed up and down sucking him. He tried to swing his center into her in time with her movements.

It was almost like his mental capacity was in a trance or he was having a aspiration or his dick was a type in a motion picture. This beautiful immature lady who used to be his sitter years ago was now sucking his prick. And she was damn respectable at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to taste it and swallow it. If his wife wouldn't take care of him she would. She liked the feel of his mitt roaming her material body and the heat of his cock against her tongue and the walls of her mouth. His testicle were now alike acorns in her deal so she knew his automobile horn was about to blow.

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

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

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

"You can call me Scooter if you like."

She kicked off her heels and then hopped up onto the cushioned bench and stood with her bare fundament on either English of him and her cunt column inch from his face. She looked down into his eyes.

"You like to eat pussy, Charlie ?"

He nodded and croaked an ‘ Uh Huh ’.

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

He licked her labia and sucked on her swollen clit. When she felt him tongue-fucking her liquid burrow Sara humped his face up against the wall behind his nous. He spread his hired man around her buttocks as she fucked his face and squeezed her ass until he felt her butt frame ooze between his fingerbreadth. Soon it was her crook to come.

"Oh Fuck, Charlie !"

She pounded his face harder with her groyne and he dug his finger's breadth into the crack of her ass for a best grip. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's face, into his mouth and dripped from his Kuki-Chin. She leaned hard against him in eccentric her legs buckled. She moaned as the waves flowed out of her.

In her days as a stripper as far as Sara had been volition to go with customers were hand jobs and the rare blow job if the guy was attractive and she was in the mood. She never kissed the client. And she had never had an orgasm. Now with Charlie she'd done all of it. And she decided she was going for even more. She was going to fuck him too.

She lowered herself onto her knee joint facing him. Charlie kissed her with his mouthpiece open and their spit slithered through a yearn, retard dance.

"Fuck me, Charlie,"Sara said softly.

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

After a couplet minutes of watching Sara leaping up and down Charlie took control. With his dick still embedded inside her he lifted her and pivoted their dead body around so her ass was on top of the stern back. He started fucking her up against the wall.

"Ugh…Ugh…Ugh,"Sara grunted with each plunge of his cock into her."Yes, Charlie. shtup me. piece of ass me."

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

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

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

"Yes. give way 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 payload she moaned and bit him on the shoulder.

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

Charlie held her quivering consistency as she came with a series of wonky, wet spasms. Once she was still he pulled his cock out of her and stood up. His pants were a distorted shipwreck around his ankles.

"So, Charlie, have you had sufficiency sea 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 modest pocket of her wrap and pulled out a business card and handed it to him.

"My cubicle number is on this card,"she said."yell me."

Charlie looked at the card."human being Services advocate ?"he said.

"Yeah. fondness give-and-take for Social Worker."

"You're a Social Worker ?"

"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 work doesn't pay all that well. I'm also taking stratum working on a masters degree."

"Wow, you are an impressive immature ma'am,"Charlie said, and felt like an old flatus as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

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

She said she had to get back to work and left. He promised to predict. 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 house he felt near from what had just happened but he also felt like a bounder because he loved his wife and he had cheated on her. He didn't want to hurt Alex but he was already looking forward to getting another taste of Scooter Pie.

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Alex continued to ‘ work late'one nighttime a week at Justin's place. They had their routine down pat, the same night each week. Alex would testify up at the like time, get undressed, neatly hang up her dress and lie in his bed. They would kiss, then she'd suck some turncock, get her pussy licked and get laid. They were usually done in an hour and a half.

That was the same nighttime of the hebdomad that Charlie would ‘ oeuvre late'at Sara's apartment. He'd usually bug out of work a piffling other and go to Sara's place. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had several oils and lotions and candle burning in her bedroom. They'd be naked in the bed in agile fashion and they would plunge right into some variety of kinky, wildcat sex which would extend to loud, ecstatic orgasm. Then as they lay in bed resting they would talk about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to kissing and fondling and defeat and sucking and it would culminate in more conventional piece of ass and climaxes.

The first meter at Sara's she spent the for the first time half hour sucking on his testicle and playing with his bastard. With his hammer like a hot rod in her hand 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 putz, then fucked him.

The next workweek they did anal retentive. The week after that Charlie got a shock job and a dildo up his ass at the same metre. She licked his asshole ; he licked hers. There were oily massages, slick bodies rubbing and hot candle wax sizzling on sweaty flesh. Every calendar 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 ease time between their opening and ending acts. She was so wanton 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 extra money. She graduated with honors and then came home and got the job as a social worker. The pay wasn't expectant so she got the job dancing at the club. She could make twice her social worker salary by stripping three switch a week. She was working on a professional degree in Psychology. She was bisexual. Her endure two sexual relationships before Charlie had been with women.

Charlie opened up to Sara quite a bit as well. Sara instinctively knew that his spousal relationship must be on the fritz ; she didn't think he would be coming to her apartment to fuck her once a week otherwise. After a couple months of their weekly rendezvous 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 liaison,"he said.

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

"wellspring, I mean she was having an intimacy before I ever came to your club."

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

There was an awkward silence while Charlie tried to 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 natal day, not expecting to find a adult female. 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 shamed she feels about what she's been doing, I guess."

"Do you bed her ? Do you need to keep her ?"

There was another anxious suspension as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"Department of Energy she find the same way ?"

"I really don't know."

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

"Sure,"he said.

"First, you need to find out. And we have to stop. And she has to bar. If she feels the like way you do then you both have to make together to fix what is broken. I remember you and Alex as a happy, beautiful couplet. Do you want to get that back ?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then you need to get busybodied. I like fucking you, Charlie, but I never expected it to stopping point. I figured maybe you guys were through, but if you're not I don't want to be responsible for 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 dangerous,"she said."It happens a lot. Couples are in a rut, they come in together, get a private show, watch each other getting off and then all of the sudden they're in 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 goodbye. He put his hand between her legs but she brushed it away.

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

"Go household, Charlie,"she said."Your day of remembrance is coming up in a few hebdomad. If you want to detain together, get to work out. Bring her to the club and all three of us will get off."

-- --

Charlie got home earlier than common. Alex was already base and settled on the sofa in the family elbow room. She had a book in her mitt, a boozing on the mesa and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove.

Charlie didn't know that Alex had ended her affair the workweek before. She and Justin had been in mid-fuck in his bed when a unbalanced womanhood started banging on his movement door and screaming and cursing. She was calling him a illegitimate child and a liar and a shithead and a no-good prick loud enough for the hale edifice and half the neighbourhood to pick up. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to block. So they threw on some clothes and Justin answered the room access. The fair sex ranted and raved and screamed at both of them, called Alex a slut and a whore and asked Justin if she was the other married cunt he was fucking. The fair sex picked up lamps and various items 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 get it on himself and got out of there pretty damn prompt before the cops showed up.

Charlie walked into the menage way and sat on a electric chair facing his wife.

"You're dwelling already. You didn't have to forge late ?"

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

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

"Library 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 aspect shriveled and saddened and she exploded into tears. She sobbed uncontrollably for various moment and cried ‘ I'm so bad'and ‘ I hate myself'a couple 12 time. When her crying was reduced to a pule 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 fault. Everybody does."

"How did you know ?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes, very a great deal. And I don't want to lose you."

They kissed. It was a kiss 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 own one of the most sexual conversations they'd had in geezerhood. There was plenty of annoyance to go around for both of them but as they cleansed their consciences they opened the doors to a fresh start.

Alex told Charlie about how it had started. Justin was young and handsome and he would fall into the office and hit on her. She was now in her forties and it felt good to be wanted by a guy still in his twenties. She had been flattered but still turned him down many time. Until one time she said okay, she'd have a drinkable with him after workplace. And one thing led to another and they were having an affair. It really meant nix and wasn't meant to last. And then she finds out the son-of-a-bitch is fucking at to the lowest degree one former married woman at the Lapp time.

Charlie told Alex about the birthday political party for Karl. They'd taken him to a strip show golf-club because Karl is into that picture. They hung out a while and as they were leaving he'd noticed that the terpsichorean that had just come on point looked familiar but he could not recall from where or when he knew her. Then it came to him. He went back on his own, the first time he'd ever set base in a place like that without a chemical group of guy. He talked to her. It wasn't intended, but it happened.

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

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

"Huh ? Who is it ?"

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

"What are you talking about ?"

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

"Are you nutcase ?"

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

They kissed again, another flabby, recollective one. Charlie loved feeling and tasting her mouth again.

"volition you go with me ?"

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

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

Alex smiled and shook her head.

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

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

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

They were soon making out and their clothing came off a piece at a time. Then they were naked and their clothes were in a great deal on the wood storey and they had sex on the sofa. Although it may have lacked the kinky fierceness Charlie had enjoyed lately, it felt like a long-awaited welcome-home party to him. He luxuriated in the conversant flavour of Alex and the gustation and feel of her cutis and her curve and her sweaty flesh and the piquantness of her pussy and the snugness of her rim around his shaft, and remembered all the reasons he'd fallen in dearest with her twenty-some years before.

-- --

The following 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 comfortable,"he answered.

It was Friday after oeuvre. Charlie came home and grabbed a beer and waited for Alex as she showered and changed clothes. Charlie was not thwarted when she appeared. She had on her aphrodisiacal black garb that showed off her tenacious ramification and slim physique and its decollete top did the same for her top half. The balmy, black fabric subtly outlined the perky contour of her bra-less tits.

"shucks, I think I might have to cancel tonight. Stay menage and rip your clothes off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his arms. She smelled nifty. It was a fruity fragrance he'd given her on her net birthday.

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

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

They were rather subdued during the movement to the club and Alex seemed implicated when they crossed into the former, 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 resume the situation. The spliff was already jumping with the Fri after-work crowd. well-nigh mesa were filled and music was cranking. They found buns at the bar and Charlie ordered a beer for himself and a white wine-coloured for Alex. He mentioned to the bartender that they had a mental reservation for the game room, and gave him his name.

On the stage before them a penny-pinching girlfriend was almost down to her birthday suit of clothes. She didn't have much up top but had a courteous ass and was swinging it pretty salutary. She seemed to ask special observation of Alex, and was looking right at her and smiling when she peeled off her flip-flop. She started humping in their counselling with her raw bit and then scatter it open for them with her fingers.

"Oh My God !"Alex said.

The girl turned around and jutted her ass out in their focusing and winked her prick at them a few times.

"Oh My God !"Alex said again.

A Whitney Young Aythya americana tapped Charlie on the shoulder and said to follow 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. cd emanated a balmy glow around the elbow room and diffused, swampy music was playing.

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

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

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

"Oh, please…"

"I'm serious."

The doorway opened and Sara walked in and across the humble room. She turned the medicine up slightly and turned to face them. She wore a cobalt blue wrap that was layered around her lean, foxy bod. She kicked off her heels. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the terminal in the center of the room and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

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

"She sent me home to you, Honey."

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

water scooter spun around the pole a twain multiplication and then acrobatically leaped up feet first and scissored her legs around the terminal 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 bang a pole, did you ?"Scooter said. She stood immediately in front of them as she shucked the wrap off of her trunk and tossed it at the pole. She wore a short, sleek black skirt and a silky black bra.

"Who wants a lap dance ?"she said.

"Charlie,"Alex said.

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

"I like to watch,"Alex said.

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

She turned to her left. There were three little buttons on her aright hip. Alex looked at scoter tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the skirt and handed it to her. A flimsy black thong barely covered her sex. Scooter tossed the doll at the pole and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his peter with her pussycat and thrust her bosom in his face.

Charlie's cock was surd and he pushed it into Sara's grinding groin as he sucked on her pierced nipples through the slenderize fabric of her bra. She held his head in her hands as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took mamilla and gold hoop into his mouth. Alex watched in awe as her husband 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 head. Her other hand went onto the seat on the other side of Alex for support.

"Unhook me, Alex."

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

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

Alex hesitated at first but Sara's tongue was emphatic and she opened her mouth to go for it. She was not accustomed to kissing other women and had not come to the cabaret expecting to be french-kissing their old sitter, but watching her husband sucking this attractive young cleaning woman'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 stage business and her natural language twirled in Sara's mouth. With a mouthful of nipple and Au Charlie watched them and tried not to smile.

Alex put her arm around Sara and rubbed her back as they kissed. Charlie played with the thong strap that was sunken in the gap of Sara's ass. He put his former bridge player between her branch. Her thong was damp. Sara arced her cunt into his hand.

Charlie stopped sucking tit long enough to draw in Sara's thong down to her knees. She was now naked in their laps. He inserted two fingerbreadth into her pussy and two fingerbreadth into her asshole and started finger-fucking her from both directions. It was easy because her asshole had already been lubed. Sara moaned but kept kissing his married woman. He went back to tit sucking.

"Ah, Charlie's in my ass already,"Sara said, and gnashed her motherfucker on his digit."Your husband loves my ass."Then she slid the straps of Alex's garnish off of her shoulders so her tits were exposed.

Alex jabbered a squeaky suspiration when Sara licked her naked nipple, and then another when she sucked it into her oral fissure. Charlie took his will bridge player away from Sara's genitalia and scooted himself airless to Alex and as soon as he was close enough his married woman sucked his spit into her mouth. All three physical structure were a leaning, twisted form on the terrace : Charlie passionately kissing his married woman while she was having her mamilla sucked by a tricksy young lady who had his finger up her ass. Meanwhile, Charlie's compacted swell up hawkshaw was dying to get out of his pants.

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

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

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

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

Sara drove her whole face into Alex's gash, ramming her tongue into her opened roll and chomping on her good Tamale. Alex leaned her pussy toward the reservoir of her pleasure.

Charlie had his wife's spit in his backtalk and her tit in his bridge player when he felt Sara's hand start rubbing his amplify cock. It was sentence to let his gymnastic horse out of the b. He unbuckled his belt and opened his gasp. His shaft sprung out and upward like the acerate leaf on a magnetic reach six blocks from the Frederick North Pole. Sara stroked it as she continued chowing down on Alex's saturated muff. Alex put her mitt 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 affair ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's clit various solid state sucking before she sprayed. Charlie felt his wife's helping hand tighten around his cock as she came, and she moaned and her organic structure shook as her pussy let loose. Her cum covered Sara's fount in a blowup like Charlie couldn't recall.

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

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

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

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

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

Sara was first. She licked his shaft and took his cock into her mouth, then Alex took a turn, and they went back and forth a few multiplication. Then Sara took the whole tinker's dam affair into her mouth and throat.

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

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

His prick didn't get a good deal of a breaking, though. Charlie ate a couplet kitty-cat and then he was able to stick his dick into both as well as the girls sat side-by-side making out. And the wondrous finale was sublime. He fucked his wife 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 look 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 couplet minutes to get dressed and then both went to the wash room. Their plumbing had a few leaks.

On the driveway household they held handwriting ; They couldn't remember the go metre they'd done that. Back at the house they showered together ; They couldn't remember the live on time they'd done that. And they fucked in the shower ; They couldn't remember when they'd death done that, either.

They drank wine and ordered Chinese nutrient to be delivered. As they ate dinner they talked about their night. Charlie told her how turned-on he had been watching her getting it on with Sara, kissing and eating twat. 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 job. She wanted to give her ass to Charlie just like Sara had.

-- --

Sara had been right. Their crazy three-way night had ignited their sex life to a new height. They were both grateful to have each other back. No sneaking around, no lie, no feigning. Alex had a fresh, new desire to suck Charlie's cock and take it up the ass. Charlie wanted to get it on her, eat her pussy and lick her ass all the time. They were thirsty for each early again. They made plans.

But Alex took something else away from that nighttime, too. Sex with Sara had been brand name new and charge up. Her orgasm when Sara was going down on her was one of the most explosive unity she'd ever had. And eating her pussy ! It was her first fourth dimension but she knew what to do. And she wanted to do it some more. She could close her center and breathe in and smell out Sara's delicious puss.

Over the abide by calendar week Charlie and Alex were insatiate, sex became section of their day, like eating dinner or brushing their dentition. But Alex was checking out former woman 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 near it and she didn't want to have a hole-and-corner affair with a cleaning woman. No, if she was going to fuck cleaning lady, it would have to be with Charlie. Or at to the lowest degree with his consent.

-- --

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

"She's a nether region of a social worker, in Thomas More mode than one,"Charlie had said.

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

For their anniversary Alex and Charlie went away for a week to a refuge down by the coast. Celebrating twenty years of a successful marriage…except for a few calendar week there when they both went sideways before getting back on track. Whenever they weren't in the elbow room fucking they were out by the pool 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 crotches.

The future hebdomad Alex called Sara's cubicle phone. It went to voicemail so she left a message asking her to call. The following day Sara called back. They said their howdy and then Alex got to the use of her call.

"Sara, I called to say ‘ Thank You ’. Charlie and I agree that the Nox with you was amazing and has had a unfathomed force on both of us. We might have 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 secure, glad to hear it,"Sara said.

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

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

"But we'd like to. To express our gratitude. You helped to hold open our marriage, we believe that. And if we can ever do anything to come back you, you just have to ask and we will be happy to."

There was a intermission on the credit line while Sara hesitated, thinking about the invitation. There had been Recent epoch changes in her life that Alex didn't know about.

"O.K., let's."Sara said."I'd love life to."She was thinking it might be a secure time to ask them to render the favor if they were serious about it.

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

They set the date for two weeks hence.

-- --

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

Alex and Charlie got there early and were seated at a pick John Wilkes Booth with a river horizon. They told the server they were waiting on one more and govern drinks. They had just taken their first sips of their cocktails when Sara entered the room.

She looked different than she had at the slip social club, but stunning nonetheless. Tight Negroid chick, red silky top that clung to her, golden-brown legs with well-defined sura. Her blonde hair's-breadth had a new wave and was freshly-cut, barely reaching her chin.

Alex was relieved when Sara didn't hesitate to immediately espouse and osculate them both before taking her behind and ordering a gin tonic. There was little talk at initiatory : You look great, so do you, how have you been, this lieu is expectant, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The server returned and they ordered a second round and placed their dinner orders. Then Sara redirected the conversation.

"I quit stripping,"Sara said.

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

"There's a man in my animation,"Sara continued."Or back in my aliveness, I should say. An old boyfriend from college, we went together for two old age. Arlo. Very good human relationship, we loved each early. But he had a trivial problem with the bi- thing, which he's gotten past times, but he had a boastful job with my stripping. We broke up. He graduated and went off to aesculapian school.

"The nighttime the three of us shared at the baseball club, that was a low gear for me. I know I was a stripper for several years, but I was not a whore. All I ever did were lap dancing and manus occupation. 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 adult female from the club."

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

"I learned something from you that night. I was turned on and I went with it. But the sex was only part 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 boisterous patch but Charlie didn't hesitate when I asked him if he loved you and wanted to continue 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 brass and contacted him. He still loves me. I still love him."

Sara paused and sipped her fresh boozing. 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 reliable, and Charlie echoed her.

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

So I thought, why not kill two raspberry with one stone ? Four way, full barter. But it would ingest to be with a couple we are attracted to and can bank. That's where you two come in."

Sara sat back while she let those shoemaker's last Good Book sink in. She looked across the tabular array. Alex had a shy, elusive smile on her face. Charlie looked like a deer in the headlight. Alex turned to Charlie.

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

"I don't know…"he said slowly.

"What's the matter, 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 get your way with two cunning lady at the same metre, ripe Alex ?"

"right hand. Sounds like a hot time to me. Charlie gets to watch out his wife with another woman ; I get to watch my hubby 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 suck a hammer, Charlie. You let me suck it, Alex sucks it."

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

"What's the conflict ? If it feels near, 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 firm. We'll relax, have a couple potable, sports meeting Arlo and see what happens."

They agreed to the architectural plan and scheduled the get-together for the following Saturday evening. 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 goodbye Alex whispered something into Sara's ear."Don't worry, I'll work on him,"she said.

-- --

When they got home and inside their front threshold Alex kissed Charlie and told him to go get naked and lie on the bed. She said she was going to give him a blowjob and would be there in a minute.

She went into the kitchen and opened the icebox. She pulled out the crisper drawer and found a large, even-shaped zucchini, eight inches long. She went to the chamber. She could hear Charlie peeing in the overlord bathroom so she put the squash rackets on the end table, undressed and lay on the bed. Charlie was naked when he came out of the john and got into bed beside her. Immediately they started kissing and Alex's hand made a beeline for Charlie's cock. She massaged his formal and lightly caressed his hawkshaw and within a minute he was rock-solid.

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

down feather she went. She kissed it, licked it and took it in her mouth. She stuck her digit in her kitty and swished it around, then glided it into his prick. She sucked him as she reamed him from behind.

Charlie moaned and swung his meat into her sass in sync with the finger throbbing his ass. After a duet transactions 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.

"pattern,"she said.

She lowered it to her kitty and jammed it inside. She stroked it in and out of her a numeral of metre, sighing with each plunge. Then she took it out, raised it to her face and sucked the duration of it into her mouth, in then out, various clock time. Charlie watched her with a smirk on his expression. She rammed it back into her twat and spun it around, getting it estimable 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 lip and pulled it out. Alex egged him on and he did it again, then again. He had a big sassing 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 pussycat and shoved it in several inches. The bulk of the veg protruded from her twat.

"Turn 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 laughed again.

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

She watched Charlie spread out his mouth wide and enfold his brim around her ripe appendage, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Saturday night.

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