scoter PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the state golf club after a Sat good afternoon round of golf with his brother Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the golf club waiting area after playing eighteen mess 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 meat of township. Across the course. The red light territory. 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 Quaker. They were both now over twoscore themselves and things had been tense between them recently. He thought it sadly ironic that now that their two kids were finally out of the nest and off to college and they would finally feature the house to themselves, is the clock time when they would be having marital trouble. Their next wedding anniversary would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still slim and trim and in excellent pattern, a liberal twosome in almost anyone's estimation, he didn't feel like they would take in much to celebrate.

Willy drove them all to the club in his car because he wasn't that big a drinker. He'd have a couple light beers and then switch to diet C. It took them about a half hour to get there. The social club was dark inside with strobe light lights flashing and music throbbing. The home was only about half-full, so they took a board close to the stage and rail, which the long bar curved around. There was a cute black missy with a bubble butt grinding upside-down on a perch not ten feet in front of them. Another caramel cutie appeared out of slender 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 fourth dimension and soon were shoving bills into G-strings. The shameful 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 next dancer hit the stage to ZZ Top, a flyspeck brunette with huge tits and decent eye physical composition to choke a camelopard. She did her set, shaking her plunder and her boobs at top speed and getting quite a rise from the customer.

The future little girl was a redhead with long legs and six column inch dog. She humped the celestial pole for a patch then faced away from them and bent-grass over forward as she took off her sequined skirt, which was about three inches long, and then her thong. They watched her cocksucker open as wide as a Ag dollar and then close mean, and she did this over and over as the guy cable cheered. Then she turned around to confront them and did the Sami affair with her twat.

Then a skinny Asian lady friend appeared…evidently the golf-club believed in variety…and she was incredibly supple and flexible. She contorted herself in various ways, like those freak in the genus Circus, fingering herself and sticking a dildo up her ass, and rubbed oil all over her titmouse and licked it off with her tongue.

All this prison term the boy were enjoying the ladies, putting away drinks and throwing away money. After almost three minute they finally realized they had better wrapper things up. The place was filling up and it was getting toward Saturday Night. As they were settling up their tab a new girl came to the stage.

She was blond. Twenty-something, tall and slim down acrobatic body, tan, toned munition and legs, and tight defined abs. Her hair was a medium-length bob parted form of in the center and wrapped around her sexy mellow cheeks. All of her digit and toes were polished red, matching her turgid lips. She used every in of the small point and moved with a smooth physical seemliness. A shiny, filmy net draped her speed body covering her lean kit. She tore off the net with her dentition 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 discreetness and without the primitivism. But that wasn't all. She seemed to be looking right at him, smiling at him, but hell, he thought, maybe every guy feeling 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 plate in an boozer haze. Alex wasn't home yet, which was a good matter since he was blasted. He washed and flossed and brushed, took four acetylsalicylic acid 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 intellect. That font, 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 blur his words. But he was pretty certainly she was half-lit too by how tawdry and clumsy she was as she got quick for bed. By the time she climbed in beside him he was nodding off and thinking about the youth blonde again.

He slept soundly straight through the night. When he awoke early in the morning his top dog was exculpate again. As he stood in front of the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth it came to him in a flashbulb. He knew who the untested blond dancer was.

She was Scooter.

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Her real name was Sara. Everyone called her scooter because when she was a teenager she was often seen riding her motor scooter. She would hinge on it everywhere, to schooltime, to the residential area pool, to the nation nine, to her jobs. Charlie, in fact just about any respectable male, would stop in his cartroad when Scooter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a bikini with her long blond hair trailing in the wind behind her. She was a popular, pretty, athletic missy with an exceptional body. As a teenager she was on the swim and plunk squad at the high school and had been a dancing student as well.

water scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two fry were Whitney Young. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few twelvemonth senior than Charlie and Alex and lived a few mental block away. They all knew each other from the country gild and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about Scooter for yr. The final he had heard she had graduated high school near the top of her class and had gone off to college on a encyclopaedism. But that had been six or seven years ago.

But now he couldn't get the image of her out of his mind. What a beautiful young noblewoman she had become. She was in her mid-twenties now, and her eubstance, 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 bear to rectify that.

-- --

Charlie went back to the strip club one evening the following hebdomad. The place wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a twosome girls do their deed. He made little talking with the bartender a brace of time but he didn't ask query about the dancer because he didn't want to appear like a letch. He did casually say to him, ‘ Hey, I was in here last Saturday and there was a cutie up there, a lulu blond with a fishing net wrapped around her'… ‘ Sexy Lexi ’, the bartender said. ‘ She's off tonight. She'll be here tomorrow night. come in at six ’.

Tomorrow Nox 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 for sure why he wanted to go see Sara, or what he expected from her. But things were weird at home, so what the nether region. He already knew she was a hot, sexy fox. He wanted to see her appearance. See her funnies. See her breast and ass.

At a little after six he strode into the club. It was early so the place was pretty abruptly. He sat on a fecal matter at the almost-empty bar and the bartender brought him the Lapplander beer he'd ordered the Night before and then disappeared. A Shirley Temple Black wench was doing a mambo on the stage. Charlie noticed a man and a fair sex 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 in effect starting time 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 ?"

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

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

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

Charlie was enjoying watching the nighttime meat Captain James Cook on the stage in front of him. She danced like she was in the Soul Train finals and shook her ass a mile-a-minute. Her pussycat was vast. He was in a trance staring at it when the bartender returned.

"Your girl is on next,"he said.

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

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

A couple minutes later a sultry swampy groove suddenly kicked out of the strait organization and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore heels and her foresightful legs were sheathed in shiny red slackness with a nonexistent fork, making her black thong plainly seeable. Up top she wore a skimpy waistcoat that matched her red pants, and underneath it a inkiness bikini top that matched her lash. The unconvincing net covered all the goodies.

She sure moved well, Charlie thought. She made eye inter-group communication with him almost immediately, pantomimed him a hello and blew him a kiss. Then she proceeded to turn over him what seemed like a private show.

He watched her prance around and hump the pole and chewing on the net until she ripped it open and he could learn the Velcro screech as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her vest. She humped the rod a few Thomas More clip and did a split on the floor and rolled over on her knees and bent backwards all the way. Her pussy was just a few feet in social movement of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her miniscule smutty rear.

She had a blind drunk breadbasket with a silver shank bracelet wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her navel. She continued her sexy, ugly dance, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her blacken top displaying her perky tanned knocker with gang in her pap and she swung her boob and fondled them. Then finally off came her flip-flop and Charlie watched for the next few minutes as Sara danced for him, and swung her hip joint for him, and rotated her hairless jetty for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her buttocks for him, and winked her asshole at him.

When the music stopped and the show was over, Sara gathered up her consort 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 pants and the black G-string and bikini top.

"Hi, Mister Charlie,"she said.

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

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

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

"Just call me Charlie,"he said.

"OK, Charlie. I saw you in here last Saturday with your champion. I didn't think you recognized me."

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

The bartender appeared before them.

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

Charlie nodded."Another for me and a beverage for the ma'am,"he said.

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

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

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

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

"She's okay too, I guess."

"Energy Department she know you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

"Don't concern, I won't Tell. Do you ever see my Fatherhood at the country club ?"

"Once in a while."

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

Their conversation paused while the bartender delivered their drinks.

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

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

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

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

"You don't seem like a striptease club kind of guy. The other day you were here with a group."

"Yes, a supporter had his 40th natal day so we took him out."

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

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

"What did you like to the highest degree, Charlie, when I was up there dancing ? I don't think it was my dancing. I'm a ripe social dancer, but that's not it. Was it my boob ? My ass ? Or was it my pussy ? Did you like that ?"

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that turn you on, Charlie ?"

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

"Am I turning you on now ?"

"Yes."

Suddenly dance music emanated from the speaker unit as the adjacent terpsichorean made her entrance. Rose Bush. Charlie felt Sara's script skid between his legs. Her fingerbreadth 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 fingerbreadth on one hired hand unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his drawers and opened his fly. She threaded his prick through the slit in his shorts and held it in her hand.

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

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

Charlie's xlii year old weenie was having a trade good old time 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 mouth ?"

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

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

Charlie groaned as his cum rose up through his shaft and Sara stroked him difficult and dissipated, emptying his pecker and sending his cum outward splattering over his lap and shirt.

When it was over Sara released his drain member and and scooped a lump of cum off of his boxers with her finger. She took a discernment and then put her fingertip to Charlie's mouth and rubbed it into his lips.

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

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

Charlie looked around the dim bar nervously. No one seemed to throw 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 miry, mucky stack in his pants.

-- --

Alex was taking a hot shower bath. She scrubbed her body blank, especially her puss, inside and out. She noticed there was a bruise -- a hickie ! -- below her umbilicus where Justin had sucked too gruelling. She hoped Charlie wouldn't notice. She had just gotten abode 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 layer. Here she was having an affair, cheating on her husband of almost XX years. Her husband would be devastated. Would he dissociate her ? She didn't want that, but things between them had been strained recently. What would people say ? What would her tike opine ?

But on another level she was kind of pleased with herself. She was forty-one long time old and she knew she looked good. She had a good consistency and had kept in shape, and men appreciated a pissed body with unwaveringly tits and a nice ass. She was proud of the fact that a liberal young man thirteen days her junior had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to cite she liked having a new prick inside her.

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

nil happened that first time early than an uneasy kiss at the end. But Alex could tell he wanted her. The pack on her left hand certainly did not deter him and she knew in her fondness that if he asked her again she would go to bed with him. The next hebdomad Justin asked her out again. They skipped the boozing and went to his condominium and fucked.

That was five weeks ago. They'd fucked after employment on the Saame day each week. She knew it wouldn't lastly and knew matter would end up awkward in the end. Justin was no great buff but it was something new and dissimilar and she found it exciting being bad.

-- --

Charlie got house and went into the sleeping accommodation to modify. He put his soiled clothing in the dry cleansing bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't posting. He could hear her in the lav and thought it was a foreign time to be taking a shower. Still raw, he considered going in there and getting into the shower with her. But he didn't. It would be out of part and he was sure that she would see through him and agnise his guilty conscience and know that he'd been up to something naughty.

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

-- --

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

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

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

"Couldn't last out away. You were great. You are great."

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

Charlie was incoherent. He shrugged and sipped his beer.

Sara put her hand between his legs and felt his cock. She stroked it like she had the net time and felt its hardness straining against the textile of his pants.

"Ooh, Charlie, it looks like you really are sword lily 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 encompassing subject and looked like round olive park pools. She started to impress her brass toward his. He thought she was going to kiss him but she didn't, she put her lips to his in good order ear.

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

Charlie nodded.

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

She took his script and led him around the bar to a lock up room access. He felt like everyone was watching and his hard-on was sticking out like a sore thumb. Sara punched in a code on a keypad and unlocked the room access. They walked down a short lobby and then through another threshold into a small way. There was a pole in the pith and a couple of banquettes against the walls.

"Have a seat, Charlie."

Sara didn't mess around with the pole in the middle of the elbow room. But Charlie's rod was a different topic. He was going to get a lap dancing without the medicine. She untied her cloak and slipped it off. She was 100 % naked underneath. She moved in and put her human knee on the cushioned Bench, straddling him.

She pushed her pierced tit into his boldness. Charlie sucked one into his lip and tasted her sweet and sweaty flesh along with the metallic smack of the amber ring attached. He held her bare ass in his hands as she ground her naked mound against his girded putz through the taut cloth of his trouser. Her nipple hardened in his mouth and his turncock pushed hard against her bald, twisting slit. Charlie switched nipple and Sara pushed it into his mouth while she clamped her hands on the back of his head and pulled it to her.

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

After a few minutes of that and with her nipples hard as super Balls Sara lowered herself and sat following to Charlie and put her mitt on his cock.

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

He nodded. She unbuckled his belt and opened his pant. He lifted his butt slightly and slid his knickers down and over his knees and she held his peter in her hand. She looked into his eyes.

Then Sara did something she had never done with any guy she'd ever met at the society. She put her sass on his and zoomed her natural language into his mouth.

They kissed with a locked, vivid passion and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her end. Their lips were meshed and their tongues explored new mouths and Sara was shocked not only by the fact she'd done it, but also by how long it went on and how often 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 club. She was going to be his lover. His fancy woman, his paramour, his courtesan, his doxy, call it what you will. He might be married and almost as old as her Fatherhood but she wanted to fuck him, and not just once, and not just in the backroom of a flight strip club.

"Damn, you're a good phiz,"she said. Then she lowered her head into his lap and took his business firm, inflexible prick into her mouth.

Charlie was impressed by Sara's flexibility. Her prat was seated flavorless on the cushion next to him facing forward but her torso was twisted toward him and hang at the waist and her face was in his crotch with his putz in her mouth. Charlie massaged her shoulders and upper back as her brain bobbed up and down sucking him. He tried to swing his kernel into her in time with her movements.

It was almost like his brainiac was in a trance or he was having a dream or his dick was a character reference in a movie. This beautiful offspring madam who used to be his babysitter years ago was now sucking his dick. And she was damn good at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to taste it and eat up it. If his wife wouldn't take concern of him she would. She liked the smell of his hands roaming her flesh and the hotness of his turncock against her tongue and the walls of her mouth. His musket ball were now like acorns in her deal so she knew his French horn was about to blow.

Charlie groaned loudly and deeply when he let it fly. His cock shot streams of his saved-up semen and Sara sucked it all into her lockjawed mouth. His groyne 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 head to his and kissed her and she sucked his glossa into her cum-glazed mouth.

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

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

"You can send for me Scooter if you like."

She kicked off her heels and then hopped up onto the cushioned bench and stood with her strip feet on either side of him and her snatch column inch from his fount. She looked down into his eyes.

"You like to eat pussy, Charlie ?"

He nodded and croaked an ‘ Uh Huh ’.

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

He licked her labia and sucked on her swollen clit. When she felt him tongue-fucking her fluent tunnel Sara humped his cheek up against the rampart behind his head word. He spread his bridge player around her buttocks as she fucked his face and squeezed her ass until he felt her tush shape oozing between his fingerbreadth. Soon it was her turn to come.

"Oh ass, Charlie !"

She pounded his typeface harder with her groin and he dug his fingers into the crack of her ass for a safe grip. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's face, into his sassing and dripped from his chin. She leaned hard against him in suit her legs buckled. She moaned as the waves flowed out of her.

In her twenty-four hours as a stripper well as far as Sara had been willing to go with client were hired man jobs and the rare blow job if the guy was attractive and she was in the mood. She never kissed the customers. 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 facing him. Charlie kissed her with his mouth undetermined and their tongues slithered through a hanker, slow dance.

"Fuck me, Charlie,"Sara said softly.

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

After a couple minutes of watching Sara bounce up and down Charlie took ascendancy. With his dick still embedded inside her he lifted her and pivoted their dead body 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 plunge of his cock into her."Yes, Charlie. Fuck me. Fuck me."

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

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

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

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

Charlie bellowed when he ejaculated his pick into her. As he was giving Sara the bum end of his load she moaned and bit him on the shoulder.

"I'm going to issue forth again,"she whispered.

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

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

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

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

Sara reached into the little scoop of her wrapping and pulled out a job bill and handed it to him.

"My cell number is on this circuit board,"she said."birdsong me."

Charlie looked at the card."Human service Counselor ?"he said.

"Yeah. Fancy words for mixer Worker."

"You're a social actor ?"

"Yep, that's my day job. I work for the res publica. 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 employment doesn't pay all that well. I'm also taking family working on a Edgar Lee Masters degree."

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

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

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

On the ride home he felt good 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 penchant of iceboat Pie.

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Alex continued to ‘ workplace late'one night a week at Justin's spot. They had their quotidian down pat, the same night each week. Alex would demonstrate up at the same time, get undressed, neatly hang up her clothes and lie in his bed. They would snog, then she'd suck some cock, get her pussy licked and get laid. They were usually done in an hour and a half.

That was the Saami dark of the week that Charlie would ‘ work late'at Sara's apartment. He'd usually bug out of work a small early and go to Sara's situation. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had several oils and lotions and candles burning in her bedroom. They'd be naked in the bed in quickly way and they would plunge right into some form of kinky, wolf sex which would lead to loud, ecstatic climax. Then as they lay in bed resting they would speak about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to snuggling and fondling and licking and suction and it would culminate in more conventional screw and climaxes.

The kickoff meter at Sara's she spent the outset half hour sucking on his nut and playing with his dickhead. With his cock like a hot rod in her helping hand and his bollock swiveling in her back talk Charlie ejaculated all over himself without even inserting it. Then she sat on his brass until she came, sucked his cock, then fucked him.

The next workweek they did anal. The week after that Charlie got a shock job and a dildo up his ass at the Lapp fourth dimension. She licked his bunghole ; he licked hers. There were oily massages, silklike bodies rubbing and hot candle wax sizzling on sweaty flesh. Every week was exciting and there was always a surprise.

But what Charlie began to cherish as a great deal as the sex were their interlude. He enjoyed their conversations during the rest sentence between their opening and closing Acts. She was so comfortable to talk to and not afraid to open up. Which helped him spread out up.

He learned that Sara had gone to college on a scholarship and had started stripping on the weekends for excess money. She graduated with honors and then came home and got the job as a social worker. The pay wasn't great so she got the job dancing at the club. She could make twice her social doer salary by stripping three shifts a hebdomad. She was working on a superior degree in psychological science. She was bisexual person. Her last-place two intimate kinship 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 roll in the hay her once a week otherwise. After a pair off months of their weekly tryst Charlie was holding Sara in his arm and her top dog 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.

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

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

There was an awkward silence while Charlie tried to figure out what to say.

"Uh, no,"he said."At least I don't think so. I only went to that guild 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 guilty she feels about what she's been doing, I guess."

"Do you love her ? Do you need to go along her ?"

There was another uneasy pause as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"Energy Department she find the same way ?"

"I really don't know."

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

"Sure,"he said.

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

"Yes, I do."

"Then you need to get busy. I like fucking you, Charlie, but I never expected it to finale. 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 pass 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 get her to the club,"Sara said.

"Yeah, right,"Charlie said.

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

"You kidding me ?"

"Nope."

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

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

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

-- --

Charlie got home earlier than usual. Alex was already plate and settled on the couch in the family room. She had a rule book in her hand, a deglutition on the tabular array and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove.

Charlie didn't know that Alex had ended her thing the week before. She and Justin had been in mid-fuck in his bed when a wild woman started banging on his front door and screaming and cursing. She was calling him a bastard and a prevaricator and a shithead and a no-good prick loud sufficiency for the whole construction and half the neighborhood to hear. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to turn back. So they threw on some clothes and Justin answered the door. The cleaning woman ranted and raved and screamed at both of them, called Alex a strumpet and a bawd and asked Justin if she was the other splice cunt he was fucking. The cleaning lady picked up lamps and diverse items and started throwing them around the support way. Good old Justin had been screwing this woman every week on a different night. Alex told Justin to go fuck himself and got out of there pretty damn promptly before the pig showed up.

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

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

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

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

"subroutine library book,"she said."An old Pat Conroy."

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

Alex's side shriveled and saddened and she exploded into bout. She sobbed uncontrollably for several transactions and cried ‘ I'm so regretful'and ‘ I hate myself'a duet dozen times. When her weeping was reduced to a whimper Charlie got up and sat beside her on the sofa. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. Her tears soaked into his shirt.

"It's okay,"he said.

"No, it isn't,"she said."I'm such a tramp."

"You are not,"he said."You made a mistake. Everybody does."

"How did you know ?"

"It was a hunch. Things have been off between us for a piece, we've been variety 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 love me ?"he asked.

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

"Yes, very much. And I don't want to mislay 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 holy man lately either,"Charlie said.

They proceeded to have one of the most versed conversations they'd had in year. There was plenty of pain to go around for both of them but as they cleansed their conscience they opened the doors to a unfermented start.

Alex told Charlie about how it had started. Justin was Young and handsome and he would come into the authority and hit on her. She was now in her forties and it felt good to be wanted by a guy still in his twenties. She had been flattered but still turned him down many times. Until one time she said okeh, she'd have a drinkable with him after work. And one thing led to another and they were having an affair. It really meant cipher and wasn't meant to concluding. And then she finds out the son-of-a-bitch is fucking at least one other married woman at the same time.

Charlie told Alex about the natal day party for Karl. They'd taken him to a striptease golf-club because Karl is into that conniption. They hung out a while and as they were leaving he'd noticed that the professional dancer that had just come on phase 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 clip he'd ever set groundwork in a place like that without a group of guys. He talked to her. It wasn't intended, but it happened.

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

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

"Huh ? Who is it ?"

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

"What are you talking about ?"

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

"Are you sick ?"

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

They kissed again, another diffuse, long one. Charlie loved feeling and tasting her mouth again.

"Will you go with me ?"

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

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

Alex smiled and shook her head.

"fountainhead, 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 jazz on a lounge ?"Charlie asked, after a import of silence.

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

They were soon making out and their clothing came off a composition at a time. Then they were naked and their clothes were in a heap on the wood level and they had sex on the couch. Although it may have lacked the kinky wildness Charlie had enjoyed lately, it felt like a long-awaited welcome-home party to him. He luxuriated in the companion flavour of Alex and the taste and tactile property of her skin and her curves and her sweaty chassis and the tang of her pussycat and the snugness of her mouth around his cock, and remembered all the reasons he'd fallen in dearest with her twenty-some year before.

-- --

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

"Are you looking forward to it, Charlie ?"

"Yes, very often so."

"Is Alex looking forward to it ?"

"I think so. I hope so."

"I hope so too. Because I am."

-- --

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

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

It was Friday after study. Charlie came home and grabbed a beer and waited for Alex as she showered and changed wearing apparel. Charlie was not disappointed when she appeared. She had on her aphrodisiac black dress that showed off her longsighted stage and slenderize figure and its low-necked top did the Sami for her top half. The easygoing, black fabric subtly outlined the perky contour of her bra-less tits.

"Damn, I think I might experience to strike down tonight. stay home and rip your apparel off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his arms. She smelled great. It was a fruity fragrance he'd given her on her hold out birthday.

"Uh uh, down boy, that'll have to waitress 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 store for us, but I don't think we'll be disappointed,"he said.

They were rather subdued during the crusade to the club and Alex seemed concerned when they crossed into the older, sleazy 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 space. The articulate was already jumping with the Friday after-work crew. nigh tabular array were filled and euphony was cranking. They found prat 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 reservation for the bet on way, 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 decent ass and was swinging it pretty good. She seemed to take particular placard of Alex, and was looking right at her and smiling when she peeled off her lash. She started humping in their direction with her defenseless pussy and then spread out it open for them with her fingers.

"Oh My God !"Alex said.

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

"Oh My God !"Alex said again.

A young redheader tapped Charlie on the shoulder joint and said to travel along her. They grabbed their drinks and were led through the door and down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall to the Saame private room he'd been to previously. Candles emanated a soft glow around the room and flaccid, sloppy music was playing.

"Have a fundament, 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."phase 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 door opened and Sara walked in and across the pocket-size room. She turned the music up slightly and turned to face them. She wore a turquoise wrapper that was layered around her be given, crafty bod. She kicked off her heels. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the pole in the shopping center of the way and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

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

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

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

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

"You didn't come here tonight to see me bonk a rod, did you ?"iceboat said. She stood immediately in social movement of them as she shucked the wrap off of her consistency and tossed it at the pole. She wore a short, silky total darkness wench and a satiny 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.

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

She turned to her left. There were three small push on her right hip. Alex looked at Scooter tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the skirt and handed it to her. A fragile contraband thong barely covered her sex. Scooter tossed the skirt at the pole and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his turncock with her puss and thrust her white meat in his face.

Charlie's cock was heavy and he pushed it into Sara's grinding groin as he sucked on her pierced nipple through the tenuous fabric of her bra. She held his caput in her mitt as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took mammilla and atomic number 79 band into his backtalk. 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 other hand went onto the seat on the other incline 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 have it. She was not accustomed to kissing other woman and had not come to the club expecting to be french-kissing their old baby-sitter, but watching her married man sucking this attractive young fair sex's tits had been a turn-on.

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

This time there was no hesitation. Alex went with it, her lips eagerly opened for business and her clapper twirled in Sara's mouth. With a mouthful of teat and atomic number 79 Charlie watched them and tried not to smile.

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

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

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

Alex jabbered a squeaky sigh when Sara licked her naked nipple, and then another when she sucked it into her mouth. Charlie took his left hand away from Sara's privates and scooted himself near to Alex and as soon as he was close enough his wife sucked his knife into her mouth. All three bodies were a leaning, twist around variant on the bench : Charlie passionately kissing his married woman while she was having her breast sucked by a guileful young lady who had his fingers up her ass. Meanwhile, Charlie's compacted swollen gumshoe was dying to get out of his pants.

Sara's lips and clapper and teeth paraded over Alex's teat, which were now hardened nuggets in her rima oris. She put her handwriting between her legs and up under her apparel and found that Alex's panties were wet.

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

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

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

Sara drove her whole face into Alex's cut, ramming her glossa into her open bowl and chomping on her ripe tamale. Alex leaned her cunt toward the rootage of her pleasure.

Charlie had his wife's lingua in his back talk and her breast in his hand when he felt Sara's hand start rubbing his high-sounding cock. It was metre to let his horse out of the b. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. His cock sprung out and upward like the needle on a magnetised compass six cube from the northward Pole. Sara stroked it as she continued chowing down on Alex's saturated muff. Alex put her hand on Sara's and they jerked him together.

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

"Oh, bull !"she said.

"What's the affair ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's button respective whole sucks before she sprayed. Charlie felt his wife's hand tighten around his dick as she came, and she moaned and her body shook as her pussy unleash. Her cum covered Sara's boldness in a gush like Charlie couldn't recall.

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

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

"I do now,"Alex said, and pulled Sara's straits up to hers and kissed her like it was the most lifelike thing she'd ever done. Charlie watched their long 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 take in some rooster ?"

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

Sara was first. She licked his slam and took his cock into her mouth, then Alex took a turn, and they went back and forth a few fourth dimension. Then Sara took the whole tinker's damn thing into her mouth and throat.

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

Charlie sat back moaning and groaning as Alex sucked his rooster and Sara teabagged his testicle. He knew he would come in a New York mo and he did. He shot his lading into Sara's sass, and she held on for all of it, and then with a taste kissed Alex and jettisoned her spit into her mouth. He smiled at the passel of his married woman and his ex-mistress french-kissing with his cum seeping from between their lips.

His dick didn't get lots of a shift, though. Charlie ate a couple pussy and then he was able-bodied to cleave his dick into both as well as the young woman sat side-by-side making out. And the princely finale was sublime. He fucked his wife doggy-style while she had her face in Sara's crotch eating iceboat Pie. Sara just looked at him with a dreamy smile on her human face until she came.

-- --

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

On the drive home they held manpower ; They couldn't remember the terminal time they'd done that. Back at the house they showered together ; They couldn't remember the last metre they'd done that. And they fucked in the rain shower ; They couldn't remember when they'd last done that, either.

They drank wine-colored and ordered Chinese nutrient to be delivered. As they ate dinner party they talked about their night. Charlie told her how turned-on he had been watching her getting it on with Sara, kissing and eating puss. 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 Scheol. Alex had some bare business. She wanted to collapse 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 pinnacle. They were both thankful to have each early back. No sneaking around, no lies, no pretense. Alex had a fresh, new desire to suck Charlie's cock and subscribe it up the ass. Charlie wanted to do it her, eat her pussy and puzzle out her ass all the meter. They were hungry for each other again. They made plans.

But Alex took something else away from that dark, too. Sex with Sara had been steel new and exciting. Her orgasm when Sara was going down on her was one of the most volatile ones she'd ever had. And eating her pussy ! It was her first off time but she knew what to do. And she wanted to do it some more. She could close her eyes and breathe in and smell Sara's delectable cunt.

Over the survey workweek Charlie and Alex were insatiate, sex became component part of their day, like eating dinner party or brushing their teeth. But Alex was checking out other women too, watching them, taking in their curves, wondering what it would be like with them. Would they be up for it ? But she wouldn't know how to approach it and she didn't want to have a secret liaison with a cleaning lady. No, if she was going to jazz women, it would throw 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 secure than ever. Their sex was to a greater extent vivid and more often than ever, and they agreed that their experience with Sara was monumental in contributing to their newfound togetherness and might even have saved their married couple. They agreed they should come up with a way to evidence their gratitude.

"She's a hell of a social worker, in more than ways than one,"Charlie had said.

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

For their anniversary Alex and Charlie went away for a week to a repair down by the coast. Celebrating twenty years of a successful marriage…except for a few week there when they both went sideways before getting back on rails. 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 next calendar week Alex called Sara's cell earphone. It went to voicemail so she left a message asking her to call. The adjacent day Sara called back. They said their hi 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 heavy effect on both of us. We might experience lost our way a lilliputian bit but we are back on cart track now, very much thanks to you. We are so close again, in and out of bed."

"That's beneficial, glad to hear it,"Sara said.

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

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

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

There was a pause on the phone line while Sara hesitated, thinking about the invitation. There had been recent alteration in her animation that Alex didn't know about.

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

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

They set the day of the month for two weeks hence.

-- --

Charlie had made a reservation at a riverfront eatery 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 out, but if the opportunity for another 3 presented itself, she would be ready.

Alex and Charlie got there early on and were seated at a choice booth with a river view. They told the server they were waiting on one more and ordered drinks. They had just taken their outset sips of their cocktails when Sara entered the room.

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

Alex was relieved when Sara didn't hesitate to immediately encompass and kiss them both before taking her buttocks and ordering a gin tonic. There was small talk of the town at beginning : You look neat, so do you, how have you been, this place is swell, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The host returned and they ordered a back daily round and placed their dinner lodge. Then Sara redirected the conversation.

"I quit stripping,"Sara said.

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

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

"The dark the three of us shared at the club, that was a first for me. I know I was a stripteaser for various years, but I was not a whore. All I ever did were lap terpsichore and mitt problem. 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 cleaning lady from the club, and I had never had an sexual climax with a man or adult female from the club."

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

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

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

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

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

"Here's the 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 fair sex, and participate. We've talked about bringing another woman into our bed. And now, Arlo is very bi-curious himself ; and I have to admit I wouldn't creative thinker seeing him with another man…and participating, which would mean bringing another man into our bed.

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

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

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

"I don't know…"he said slowly.

"What's the thing, Charlie ?"Sara said softly."Think of the possibilities. You'd get to see me and Alex going at it again, I know that turns you on. I get hot just thinking about it. And you would be capable to hold your way with two foxy ladies at the Lapp time, right Alex ?"

"rightfield. Sounds like a hot time to me. Charlie gets to watch his wife with another cleaning woman ; I get to watch my husband with another man."She squeezed his manus under the table.

"I don't know,"Charlie said again."I don't know anything about that…"

"What's the big mint, Charlie ?"Sara cooed, leaning close."Just go with it. Arlo just wants to see what it's like to suck a prick, Charlie. You let me suck it, Alex sucks it."

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

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

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

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

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

-- --

When they got dwelling house and inside their strawman door 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 arcminute.

She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She pulled out the crisper drawer and found a enceinte, even-shaped zucchini, eight column inch long. She went to the bedroom. She could hear Charlie peeing in the master lavatory so she put the squash on the end table, undressed and lay on the bed. Charlie was naked when he came out of the bathroom and got into bed beside her. Immediately they started kissing and Alex's hired hand made a beeline for Charlie's cock. She massaged his balls and lightly caressed his dick and within a minute of arc 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 mouth. She stuck her digit in her pussycat and swished it around, then glided it into his asshole. She sucked him as she reamed him from behind.

Charlie moaned and swung his center into her mouth in sync with the finger throbbing his ass. After a couple moment of moaning and boning Charlie came, and Alex sucked it in as it pressured its way out of him.

Alex lay back beside him and reached for the zucchini.

"What's that for ?"Charlie asked.

"Practice,"she said.

She lowered it to her pussy and jammed it inside. She stroked it in and out of her a act of prison term, sighing with each dip. Then she took it out, raised it to her side and sucked the length of it into her mouth, in then out, various meter. Charlie watched her with a smirk on his brass. She rammed it back into her twat and spun it around, getting it good and wet and funky. She handed it to Charlie.

"You try it,"she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She watched Charlie spread his mouth all-encompassing and wrap his lips around her ripe member, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Saturday night.

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