SCOOTER PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the body politic nightclub after a Saturday good afternoon round of golf with his buddies Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the golf-club lounge after playing eighteen mess but this day was a lilliputian different. It was Karl's fortieth birthday and he had just recently separated from his second married woman so the guy decided that on this day the nineteenth fix would be at a cartoon strip golf club on the other side of meat of town. Across the tracks. The red light territory. breast 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 affair had been tense between them recently. He thought it sadly ironic that now that their two Thomas Kyd were finally out of the draw close and off to college and they would finally let the firm to themselves, is the time when they would be having marital difficulties. Their next wedding anniversary would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still slim and cut and in excellent shape, a handsome couple in almost anyone's estimation, he didn't feel like they would experience much to celebrate.

Willy take them all to the club in his car because he wasn't that big a drinker. He'd have a couple illumination beers and then switch to Diet Coca Cola. It took them about a half time of day to get there. The club was night inside with strobe brightness level flashing and music pounding. The place was only about half-full, so they took a table close to the level and runway, which the long bar curved around. There was a cute contraband girl with a bubble butt grinding upside-down on a terminal not ten feet in front of them. Another caramel cutie appeared out of thinly 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 bank bill into thong. The nigrify dancer came to the table and Willy told her it was Karl's birthday. That got her a seat at the board and a big tip and Karl got a hand job under the table.

The next terpsichorean hit the degree to ZZ Top, a flyspeck brunet with immense tits and sufficiency eye makeup to choke a Giraffa camelopardalis. She did her set, shaking her booty and her boobs at top speed and getting quite a ascent from the client.

The future girl was a Melanerpes erythrocephalus with farseeing leg and six inch hound. She humped the perch for a patch then faced away from them and set over forward as she took off her sequined bird, which was about three inch long, and then her lash. They watched her son of a bitch open as broad as a argent dollar and then close tight, and she did this over and over as the guys cheered. Then she turned around to confront them and did the same thing with her twat.

Then a skinny Asian girl appeared…evidently the club believed in variety…and she was incredibly lithe and flexible. She contorted herself in several agency, like those freaks in the genus Circus, fingering herself and sticking a dildo up her ass, and rubbed oil all over her tits and licked it off with her tongue.

All this time the boy were enjoying the ladies, putting away boozing and throwing away money. After almost three hours they finally realized they had better wrap affair up. The spot was filling up and it was getting toward Sat dark. As they were settling up their tab a new young lady came to the stage.

She was blond. Twenty-something, tall and slim athletic torso, tan, toned coat of arms and branch, and tight defined abs. Her hair was a medium-length bob parted kind of in the midsection and wrapped around her aphrodisiacal high nerve. All of her finger's breadth and toes were polished red, matching her intumescent lips. She used every inch of the small stage and moved with a smooth forcible grace. A shiny, crystalline net draped her upper body covering her lean outfit. She tore off the net with her teeth as she sashayed around above them.

Charlie took especial notice of this gal. She seemed to be a cut above the others, classier, with more discreetness and without the primitiveness. But that wasn't all. She seemed to be looking right at him, smiling at him, but infernal region, he thought, maybe every guy tactile property that way. He knew her from somewhere, he was sure of it, but he couldn't position her. He could swan she was staring right at him as they walked out of the club.

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Charlie went home in an alcoholic haze. Alex wasn't menage yet, which was a in force thing 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 blonde. The way she moved, the way she looked, the way she smiled at him. He couldn't get her out of his judgment. That brass, he knew it from somewhere. He knew this fille and he racked his head 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 speech. But he was pretty trusted she was half-lit too by how loud 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 Pres Young blond again.

He slept soundly straight through the night. When he awoke early in the morn his head was clear-cut again. As he stood in presence of the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth it came to him in a flashing. He knew who the immature blond terpsichorean was.

She was Scooter.

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Her real name was Sara. Everyone called her iceboat because when she was a stripling she was often seen riding her motor scoter. She would ride it everywhere, to school, to the biotic community pond, to the commonwealth club, to her chore. Charlie, in fact just about any healthy male, would stop in his tracks when Scooter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a bikini with her farseeing blond pilus trailing in the wind behind her. She was a pop, pretty, athletic little girl with an exceeding physical structure. As a teen she was on the swim and diving team at the high up school and had been a dance bookman as well.

Scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two fry were Danton True Young. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few yr elder than Charlie and Alex and lived a few closure away. They all knew each early from the country night club and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about Scooter for year. The last he had heard she had graduated high school near the top of her stratum 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 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 refine that.

-- --

Charlie went back to the striptease club one evening the undermentioned week. The station wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a couple girls do their acts. He made minuscule talk with the barkeep a couple of times but he didn't ask motion about the dancers because he didn't want to appear like a satyr. He did casually say to him, ‘ Hey, I was in here last Saturday and there was a cutie up there, a knockout blond with a fishing net wrapped around her'… ‘ Sexy Lexi ’, the mixologist said. ‘ She's off tonight. She'll be here tomorrow night. Comes in at six ’.

Tomorrow night it is, Charlie thought.

-- --

The next day Charlie told his wife he'd be late, he had a confluence after work. Not a lie, he thought. He wasn't sure why he wanted to go see Sara, or what he expected from her. But affair were weird at home, so what the sin. He already knew she was a hot, aphrodisiac fox. He wanted to see her show. See her striptease. See her tits and ass.

At a piddling after six he strode into the club. It was early so the piazza was pretty perfectly. He sat on a stool at the almost-empty bar and the bartender brought him the Lapplander beer he'd ordered the nighttime before and then disappeared. A black biddy was doing a mambo on the stagecoach. Charlie noticed a man and a char at the far end of the bar who both seemed to be getting into her.

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

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

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

"What's he look like ?"

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

"okey, I'll go next."She turned to a strawberry-haired noodle terminal to her rightfulness."That okeh with you, Tiff ?"

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

Charlie was enjoying watching the nighttime meat Cook on the stage in front of him. She danced like she was in the soul power train finals and rock her ass a mile-a-minute. Her pussy was vast. He was in a enchantment staring at it when the barman returned.

"Your girl is on next,"he said.

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

He watched the residue of the dancer's set and then watched her retrieve her heels and wearing apparel and chemise offstage. She reappeared on the floor shortly thereafter and started working the span 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 sound arrangement and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore heels and her tenacious legs were sheathed in sheeny red drop-off with a nonexistent crotch, making her melanise G-string plainly seeable. Up top she wore a lean vest that matched her red pant, and underneath it a black Bikini top that matched her G-string. The flimsy net covered all the goodies.

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

He watched her prance around and hump the magnetic pole and cud on the net until she ripped it assailable and he could hear the Velcro shriek as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her waistcoat. She humped the pole a few more times and did a Split on the storey and rolled over on her knees and bent backwards all the way. Her pussy was just a few foundation in front of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her lowercase melanize hindquarters.

She had a tight stomach with a silver waist watchstrap wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her navel. She continued her sexy, slimy dance, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her blackened top displaying her perky tanned nipple with rings in her tit and she swung her breast and fondled them. Then finally off came her flip-flop and Charlie watched for the following few minutes as Sara danced for him, and swung her hip joint for him, and rotated her hairless seawall for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her buttocks for him, and winked her asshole at him.

When the medicine stopped and the show was over, Sara gathered up her mixed garments and ran off the stagecoach naked. Charlie looked up and the mixologist was smiling at him.

Not long after Sara slid onto to the fecal matter next to him. She wore her crotchless red pants and the bleak G-string and two-piece top.

"Hi, Mister Charlie,"she said.

"Hi, iceboat, 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 name around here : Sexy Lexi, Randy Brandy, Franny Fox, Lily boozer. I haven't heard motor scooter for years. I drive a car nowadays."

"Sorry, the picture is etched in my encephalon. You zipping up and down the road on your motor scooter in your Bikini with your long haircloth flying out behind you."

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

"Just call me Charlie,"he said.

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

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

The bartender appeared before them.

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

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

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

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

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

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

"She's okay too, I guess."

"Energy she bang you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

"Don't worry, I won't tell. Do you ever see my Father of the Church at the country club ?"

"Once in a while."

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

Their conversation paused while the barkeep delivered their drinks.

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

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

"Thank you. But tell me,"she said, and took a sip of accented 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 funnies club kind of guy. The other day you were here with a group."

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

"Coming in a grouping is one thing. But coming back on your own, that's unlike. It's flattering, but I want to experience what you really want."

Charlie took a swallow from his beer, uneasy, suddenly in no-man's land. Sara turned on her potty to face him.

"What did you like well-nigh, Charlie, when I was up there dancing ? I don't think it was my dancing. I'm a in effect professional dancer, but that's not it. Was it my breast ? My ass ? Or was it my kitty ? Did you like that ?"

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that turn you on, Charlie ?"

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

"Am I turning you on now ?"

"Yes."

Suddenly dance euphony emanated from the speakers as the next dancer made her entrance. Rose President Bush. Charlie felt Sara's hand slip between his pegleg. Her digit surrounded his cock and rubbed it.

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

Charlie was impressed with how deftly and quickly her digit on one bridge player unbuckled his swath, unbuttoned his knickers and opened his fly. She threaded his turncock through the slit in his boxers and held it in her hand.

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

Right in rhythm with the dancer on degree and the euphony coming from the speaker unit, an uptempo shambling, Sara wanked Charlie's cock.

Charlie's forty-two year old weenie was having a good old prison term in Sara's twenty-five year old hand.

"You like this, Charlie ?"

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

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

"I don't know…"

"have you thought about putting it my backtalk ?"

"Ugh,"Charlie grunted. His hammer 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 prick and Sara stroked him hard and fast, 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 lummox of cum off of his Boxer with her finger. She took a gustation and then put her fingertip to Charlie's sass and rubbed it into his lips.

"I have to go back to work,"she said."See you side by side 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 doughy, sloppy mess in his pants.

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Alex was taking a hot rain shower. She scrubbed her body clean, especially her cunt, 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 home base from Justin's condo, where she'd fucked him for the fifth prison term.

She still couldn't believe what she was doing. She was ashamed of herself on one spirit level. Here she was having an affair, cheating on her husband of almost twenty years. Her husband would be devastated. Would he divorce her ? She didn't want that, but things between them had been strained recently. What would the great unwashed say ? What would her children remember ?

But on another storey she was sort of pleased with herself. She was forty-one years old and she knew she looked good. She had a good trunk and had kept in physique, and men appreciated a blind drunk organic structure with unfluctuating tits and a skillful ass. She was proud of the fact that a openhanded young man xiii years her junior had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to refer she liked having a new prick inside her.

Justin had been calling on the society where she worked for some time, and after a while he started flirting with her. He asked her out for a deglutition after work and hold on asking even though she demurely declined a number of meter. Then one time she surprised herself and said yes.

Nothing happened that low time other than an nervous kiss at the end. But Alex could assure he wanted her. The ring on her left deal certainly did not dissuade him and she knew in her heart that if he asked her again she would go to bed with him. The next week Justin asked her out again. They skipped the swallow and went to his condo and fucked.

That was five weeks ago. They'd fucked after oeuvre on the Sami day each week. She knew it wouldn't last and knew things would end up awkward in the end. Justin was no great devotee but it was something new and unlike and she found it exciting being bad.

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Charlie got place and went into the bedroom to commute. He put his soiled clothing in the dry cleaning bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't notice. He could hear her in the bath and thought it was a strange time to be taking a exhibitioner. Still nude, 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 indisputable that she would see through him and greet his guilt and know that he'd been up to something naughty.

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

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The next hebdomad there he was again, seated at the bar. Sara smiled and gave him the eye as she did her act. She was dressed differently this time and he watched her as she peeled off piece after piece until she wore nothing but a thong the size of it of a stamp revenue stamp and two pasties on her nipples. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her rock her open cut and dilating bastard in front of him with a coy grinning on her face. He had his helping hand in his lap massaging his stiffened cock.

When her set ended Sara walked off au naturel. Not a minute of arc later she walked up and sat next to him at the bar. She wore a lightweight blueing wrap pulled tightly around her slick flesh.

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

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

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

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

Sara put her mitt between his leg and felt his cock. She stroked it like she had the utmost time and felt its insensibility torture against the fabric of his pants.

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

He looked right into her eyes. They were encompassing open up and looked like round European olive tree green pond. She started to motivate her font toward his. He thought she was going to kiss 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 hold for an answer."Because we can make that take place, Charlie. We have common soldier rooms in the dorsum. You'd have to pay for it, but we could be alone. Would you like that ?"

Charlie nodded.

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

She took his hand and led him around the bar to a locked 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 keypad and unlocked the threshold. They walked down a short Radclyffe Hall and then through another door into a diminished room. There was a magnetic pole in the sum and a yoke of banquettes against the walls.

"Have a backside, Charlie."

Sara didn't hole around with the celestial pole in the center of the room. But Charlie's pole was a different affair. He was going to get a lap terpsichore without the medicine. She untied her cloak and slipped it off. She was 100 % raw underneath. She moved in and put her articulatio genus on the padded bench, straddling him.

She pushed her pierced mammilla into his face. Charlie sucked one into his rima oris and tasted her sweet and sweaty anatomy along with the metallic piquancy of the gold mob attached. He held her bare ass in his hands as she ground her au naturel mound against his girded putz through the taut cloth of his trouser. Her mamilla hardened in his mouth and his cock pushed hard against her bald, twisting twat. Charlie switched nipples and Sara pushed it into his backtalk while she clamped her hands on the rachis 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 mammilla hard as Super Balls Sara lowered herself and sat next to Charlie and put her hired hand on his cock.

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

He nodded. She unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He lifted his tail slightly and slue his pants down and over his knees and she held his cock 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 club. She put her back talk on his and zoomed her clapper into his mouth.

They kissed with a locked, acute passion and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her finale. 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 much they both were into it. She'd been thinking about him the last few day and had hoped he'd come back. And she knew she would see him again after this nighttime, but not at the cabaret. She was going to be his lover. His mistress, his fancy man, his doxy, his doxy, call it what you will. He might be married and almost as old as her Father of the Church but she wanted to fuck him, and not just once, and not just in the backroom of a strip club.

"damn, you're a well kisser,"she said. Then she lowered her head into his lap and took his firm, rigid putz into her mouth.

Charlie was impressed by Sara's flexibility. Her arse was seated monotonous on the shock absorber next to him facing forward but her torso was twisted toward him and bent at the waist and her face was in his crotch with his shaft in her mouth. Charlie massaged her berm and upper back as her question bobbed up and down sucking him. He tried to swing his meat into her in clip with her movements.

It was almost like his brainpower was in a trance or he was having a aspiration or his dick was a character in a pic. This beautiful Whitney Young lady who used to be his sitter class ago was now sucking his peter. And she was damn in force at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to smack it and take back it. If his wife wouldn't take caution of him she would. She liked the feel of his handwriting roaming her flesh and the heat of his cock against her tongue and the rampart of her mouth. His balls were now like acorns in her hand so she knew his horn was about to blow.

Charlie groaned loudly and deeply when he let it fly. His cock slam current of his saved-up come and Sara sucked it all into her lockjawed back talk. His inguen vibrated throughout his eruption but she held on until the ride 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 headland to his and kissed her and she sucked his tongue into her cum-glazed mouth.

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

"tinker's damn, Scooter, uh sorry, I mean Sara,"he said.

"You can call me Scooter if you like."

She kicked off her cad and then hopped up onto the cushioned bench and stood with her bare feet on either side of him and her cunt inch from his boldness. She looked down into his eyes.

"You like to eat pussy, Charlie ?"

He nodded and croaked an ‘ Uh Huh ’.

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

He licked her labia and sucked on her swollen clit. When she felt him tongue-fucking her liquid burrow Sara humped his face up against the rampart behind his head. He spread his hands around her buttocks as she fucked his face and squeezed her ass until he felt her coffin nail flesh goo between his fingers. Soon it was her turn to come.

"Oh shag, Charlie !"

She pounded his face harder with her groin and he dug his fingers into the sally of her ass for a good grip. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's case, into his mouthpiece and dripped from his chin. She leaned hard against him in case her stage buckled. She moaned as the undulation flowed out of her.

In her days as a exotic dancer as far as Sara had been volition to go with client were hand Job and the rare snow job if the guy was attractive and she was in the climate. She never kissed the client. And she had never had an climax. Now with Charlie she'd done all of it. And she decided she was going for even more. She was going to have it away him too.

She lowered herself onto her knees facing him. Charlie kissed her with his mouth clear and their tongues slithered through a long, retard dance.

"roll in the hay 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 blazonry around his neck and moved her puss up and down and squeezed his shaft with her vaginal sinew. 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 saltation up and down Charlie took ascendancy. With his dick still embedded inside her he lifted her and pivoted their bodies around so her ass was on top of the bottom back. He started fucking her up against the wall.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie held her quivering trunk as she came with a serial of shivering, wet cramp. Once she was still he pulled his stopcock out of her and stood up. His gasp were a wrestle shipwreck around his ankles.

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

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

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

Sara reached into the small pocket of her wrap and pulled out a patronage circuit card and handed it to him.

"My cellular telephone number is on this card,"she said."call option me."

Charlie looked at the carte."man serve Counselor ?"he said.

"Yeah. phantasy word of honor 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 oeuvre doesn't pay all that well. I'm also taking classes working on a Edgar Lee Masters degree."

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

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

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

On the movement base he felt beneficial 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 bruise Alex but he was already looking forward to getting another sense of taste of water scooter Pie.

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

That was the Sami night of the week that Charlie would ‘ study late'at Sara's apartment. He'd usually bug out of work a little early and go to Sara's stead. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had respective oils and lotions and cd burning in her bedroom. They'd be naked in the bed in nimble manner and they would douse right into some kind of kinky, savage sex which would go to loud, rapturous orgasms. Then as they lay in bed resting they would spill about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to caressing and fondling and licking and suck and it would culminate in more established screwing and climaxes.

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

The next week they did anal. The week after that Charlie got a blast job and a dildo up his ass at the like time. She licked his prick ; he licked hers. There were oily massages, slick torso rubbing and hot candle wax sizzling on sweaty anatomy. Every hebdomad was exciting and there was always a surprise.

But what Charlie began to hold dear as a good deal as the sex were their intermezzo. He enjoyed their conversations during the rest meter between their curtain raising and closedown number. She was so comfortable to talk to and not afraid to open up. Which helped him open up.

He learned that Sara had gone to college on a scholarship and had started stripping on the weekends for spare money. She graduated with honors and then came home and got the job as a social doer. The pay wasn't great so she got the job dancing at the club. She could take twice her social prole wage by stripping three shift a hebdomad. She was working on a masters degree in psychological science. She was bisexual. Her lowest two sexual human relationship before Charlie had been with women.

Charlie opened up to Sara quite a bit as well. Sara instinctively knew that his marriage must be on the fritz ; she didn't think he would be coming to her apartment to fuck her once a week otherwise. After a couple months of their every week assignation 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 wife is having an intimacy,"he said.

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

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

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

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

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

Sara squeezed Charlie's penis.

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

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

"Do you love her ? Do you want to keep her ?"

There was another awkward pause as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"Does she feel the Sami way ?"

"I really don't know."

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

"Sure,"he said.

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

"Yes, I do."

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

Charlie shook his oral sex 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 fetch her to the club,"Sara said.

"Yeah, right,"Charlie said.

"No, I'm sober,"she said."It happens a lot. duet are in a rut, they come in together, get a buck private display, watch each early getting off and then all of the sudden they're in love life and fucking like rabbits again."

"You kidding me ?"

"Nope."

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

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

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

-- --

Charlie got home earlier than common. Alex was already home and settled on the lounge in the family room. She had a book in her mitt, a drink on the table 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 crazy fair sex started banging on his front doorway and shrieking and cursing. She was calling him a bastard and a liar and a muttonhead and a good-for-naught cock loud enough for the whole building and half the vicinity to hear. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to stop. So they threw on some clothes and Justin answered the threshold. The adult female ranted and raved and screamed at both of them, called Alex a slut and a whore and asked Justin if she was the former married pussy he was fucking. The woman picked up lamps and various detail and started throwing them around the aliveness room. Good old Justin had been screwing this womanhood every week on a different Night. Alex told Justin to go jazz himself and got out of there pretty damn agile before the bull showed up.

Charlie walked into the menage room and sat on a chairperson facing his wife.

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

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

Charlie nodded his head."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 face shriveled and saddened and she exploded into tears. She sobbed uncontrollably for several second and cried ‘ I'm so dark'and ‘ I hate myself'a couple 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 tear 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 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 love me ?"he asked.

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

"Yes, very much. And I don't want to drop off 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 backer lately either,"Charlie said.

They proceeded to have one of the most inner conversations they'd had in years. There was plenty of pain to go around for both of them but as they cleansed their scruples they opened the room access to a fresh start.

Alex told Charlie about how it had started. Justin was young and handsome and he would come into the position and hit on her. She was now in her XL and it felt safe to be wanted by a guy still in his 1920s. She had been flattered but still turned him down many sentence. Until one metre she said O.K., she'd have a drink with him after oeuvre. And one affair led to another and they were having an affair. It really meant zero and wasn't meant to close. 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 birthday party for Karl. They'd taken him to a flight strip club because Karl is into that fit. They hung out a while and as they were leaving he'd noticed that the social dancer that had just come on stage looked intimate but he could not remember from where or when he knew her. Then it came to him. He went back on his own, the first time he'd ever set fundament in a place like that without a group of cat. He talked to her. It wasn't intended, but it happened.

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

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

"Huh ? Who is it ?"

"I'm not going to evidence you. But I will register you."

"What are you talking about ?"

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

"Are you crazy ?"

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

They kissed again, another voiced, long one. Charlie loved feeling and tasting her oral cavity again.

"Will 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 affair. You won't believe it."

Alex smiled and shook her head.

"Well, since we are being so outdoors and nigh 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 hump on a couch ?"Charlie asked, after a second of silence.

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

They were soon making out and their habiliment came off a man at a metre. Then they were naked and their apparel were in a jalopy on the wood floor and they had sex on the lounge. Although it may feature lacked the kinky wildness Charlie had enjoyed lately, it felt like a long-awaited welcome-home political party to him. He luxuriated in the familiar smell of Alex and the taste and feel of her skin and her curves and her sweaty bod and the piquancy of her kitty and the coziness of her backtalk around his putz, and remembered all the reasons he'd fallen in dearest with her twenty-some years before.

-- --

The succeeding day Charlie called Sara and set up a 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 work. Charlie came place and grabbed a beer and waited for Alex as she showered and changed dress. Charlie was not defeated when she appeared. She had on her sexy black wearing apparel that showed off her long legs and slight human body and its low-cut top did the same for her top half. The indulgent, smutty fabric subtly outlined the perky contour of her bra-less tits.

"hoot, I think I might birth to cancel tonight. arrest home and rip your wearing apparel off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his weapon. She smelled great. It was a fruity fragrance he'd given her on her shoemaker's last birthday.

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

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

They were rather subdued during the drive to the club and Alex seemed touch on when they crossed into the elderly, unwell function of the city.

"Where are you taking me ?"

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

-- --

They walked into the golf-club hand-in-hand and stopped just inside the door to survey the place. The joint was already jumping with the Friday after-work crowd. well-nigh tables were filled and music was cranking. They found bum at the bar and Charlie ordered a beer for himself and a Edward D. White wine-coloured for Alex. He mentioned to the barman that they had a reservation for the indorse room, and gave him his name.

On the stage before them a skinny young lady was almost down to her birthday suit. She didn't have much up top but had a courteous ass and was swinging it pretty good. She seemed to submit special notice of Alex, and was looking right at her and smiling when she peeled off her flip-flop. She started humping in their direction with her naked snatch and then spread it undefendable for them with her fingers.

"Oh My God !"Alex said.

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

"Oh My God !"Alex said again.

A young carrottop tapped Charlie on the shoulder and said to follow her. They grabbed their drinks and were led through the door and down the dormitory to the Lapp buck private room he'd been to previously. Candles emanated a soft glow around the room and piano, waterlogged music was playing.

"Have a seat, make yourselves comfy. Lexi will be with you shortly,"red-header said."Enjoy."

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

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

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

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

"Oh, please…"

"I'm serious."

The door opened and Sara walked in and across the diminished room. She turned the euphony up slightly and turned to face up them. She wore a turquoise wrapping that was layered around her skimpy, foxy bod. She kicked off her blackguard. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the pole in the center of the room and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

"Scooter ?"Alex blurted, and turned to her married man."You had an affair with sea scooter ?"

"She sent me home to you, Honey."

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

water scooter spun around the rod a couple times and then acrobatically leaped up feet first and scissored her legs around the pole and twirled around upside down before throwing her pegleg over her head and landing vertical on her animal foot, facing them.

"You didn't come here tonight to see me get it on a pole, did you ?"sea scooter said. She stood immediately in front of them as she shucked the wrap off of her body and tossed it at the pole. She wore a short, silken 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 out,"Alex said.

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

She turned to her left wing. There were three small-scale push on her proper hip. Alex looked at Scooter tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the bird and handed it to her. A flimsy blackamoor thong barely covered her sex. Scooter tossed the wench at the pole and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his cock with her pussy and poke her breasts in his face.

Charlie's turncock was voiceless and he pushed it into Sara's grinding groin as he sucked on her pierced nipples through the flimsy cloth of her bra. She held his mind in her hands as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took nipple and atomic number 79 ring into his mouthpiece. Alex watched in awe as her married man sucked like a thirsty camel on the stripper's tits.

"Ooh, that tactile property respectable, Charlie,"Sara said.

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

"Unhook me, Alex."

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

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

Alex hesitated at first gear but Sara's clapper was forceful and she opened her mouth to accept it. She was not accustomed to kissing other fair sex and had not come to the club expecting to be french-kissing their old baby-sitter, but watching her hubby sucking this attractive unseasoned woman's tits had been a turn-on.

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

This meter there was no wavering. Alex went with it, her lips eagerly opened for business concern and her tongue twirled in Sara's mouth. With a mouthful of teat and gold 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 lash strap that was sunken in the crack of Sara's ass. He put his early hand between her pegleg. Her thong was damp. Sara arced her snatch into his hand.

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

"Ah, Charlie's in my ass already,"Sara said, and gnashed her asshole on his finger's breadth."Your hubby loves my ass."Then she slid the strap of Alex's clip off of her shoulders so her mamilla were exposed.

Alex jabbered a squealing suspiration when Sara licked her defenseless nipple, and then another when she sucked it into her sass. Charlie took his pull up stakes hand away from Sara's genital organ and scooted himself closer to Alex and as soon as he was close plenty his wife sucked his tongue into her mouth. All three dead body were a lean, bend build on the workbench : Charlie passionately kissing his wife while she was having her tits sucked by a foxy youthful noblewoman who had his fingers up her ass. Meanwhile, Charlie's compacted swollen dick was dying to get out of his pants.

Sara's brim and knife and teeth paraded over Alex's nipples, which were now hardened nuggets in her rima oris. She put her hand between her wooden leg and up under her dress and found that Alex's pantie were wet.

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

She lifted the hem of the apparel up, yanked Alex's soaked panties to the incline and licked her mawkish twat.

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

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

Charlie had his wife's clapper in his mouthpiece and her breast in his manus when he felt Sara's script start rubbing his inflated cock. It was time to let his horse out of the b. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. His rooster sprung out and upward like the acerate leaf on a magnetic compass six blocks from the north perch. 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 consistence shimmied and she emitted a shrill moan.

"Oh, dump !"she said.

"What's the topic ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's clit several strong suction before she sprayed. Charlie felt his married woman's hand tighten around his putz as she came, and she moaned and her torso shook as her pussy loose. Her cum covered Sara's grimace in a gush 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 improper, don't you do fille ?"

"I do now,"Alex said, and pulled Sara's read/write head up to hers and kissed her like it was the most raw matter she'd ever done. Charlie watched their long kiss, and his botch, with Alex's mitt still wrapped around it, waited patiently.

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

Alex said yes and they both got up and yanked off Charlie's pant and brake shoe. Then they knelt on the base in front of him. His cock stood put up like a guided missile cook 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 times. Then Sara took the whole damn matter into her mouth and throat.

"Oh, wow,"Alex said when his cock 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 cock and Sara teabagged his balls. He knew he would come in a New York Minute and he did. He shot his load 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 slew of his wife and his ex-mistress french-kissing with his cum seeping from between their lips.

His cock didn't get much of a break, though. Charlie ate a yoke pussycat and then he was capable to stick around his dick into both as well as the girls sat side-by-side making out. And the grand close was sublime. He fucked his wife doggy-style while she had her side in Sara's privates eating Scooter Pie. Sara just looked at him with a dreamy smile on her face until she came.

-- --

When the appearance was over Sara kissed them both goodbye, picked up her habiliment and was gone. Charlie and Alex took a brace minutes to get dressed and then both went to the public lavatory. Their plumbery had a few leaks.

On the private road domicile they held hands ; They couldn't call up the last time they'd done that. Back at the house they showered together ; They couldn't remember the cobbler's last time they'd done that. And they fucked in the shower ; They couldn't remember when they'd last done that, either.

They drank wine-colored and ordered Chinese solid food 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 kitty-cat. 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 netherworld. Alex had some unfinished line. She wanted to hand her ass to Charlie just like Sara had.

-- --

Sara had been right. Their crazy tripartite night had ignited their sex life to a new pinnacle. They were both grateful to ingest each other back. No sneaking around, no lies, no simulation. Alex had a smart, new desire to suck Charlie's cock and postulate it up the ass. Charlie wanted to lie with her, eat her twat and lick her ass all the time. They were hungry for each other again. They made plans.

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

Over the keep abreast workweek Charlie and Alex were insatiable, sex became part of their day, like eating dinner or brushing their teeth. But Alex was checking out early women too, watching them, taking in their curve ball, wondering what it would be like with them. Would they be up for it ? But she wouldn't experience how to border on it and she didn't want to have a secret involvement with a woman. No, if she was going to fuck women, it would have to be with Charlie. Or at least with his consent.

-- --

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

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

Alex couldn't shake the store of the inflammation she'd felt when Sara was licking her and eating her and sucking her and the sudden fierceness with which she had come. She knew she had to get another adult female down there. She wanted some pussy and found herself checking out women she'd see everyday.

For their day of remembrance Alex and Charlie went away for a week to a refuge down by the sea-coast. Celebrating twenty years of a successful marriage…except for a few hebdomad there when they both went sideways before getting back on track. Whenever they weren't in the way fucking they were out by the consortium or in the lounge or on the soil where they would be checking out all the women. Alex was starting to get cross-eyed from staring at so many genitalia.

The adjacent week Alex called Sara's cell phone. It went to voicemail so she left a subject matter asking her to call. The next day Sara called back. They said their hellos and then Alex got to the function 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 unsounded impression on both of us. We might take in lost our way a little bit but we are back on track now, practically thanks to you. We are so close again, in and out of bed."

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

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

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

"But we'd like to. To press out our gratitude. You helped to preserve our marriage, we believe that. And if we can ever do anything to rejoin you, you just have to ask and we will be felicitous to."

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

"okey, let's."Sara said."I'd love to."She was thinking it might be a secure meter to ask them to return 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 qualification at a riverfront eating place 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 threesome presented itself, she would be ready.

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

She looked different than she had at the strip club, but stunning nonetheless. Tight black skirt, red silky top that clung to her, golden-brown stage with well-defined calves. Her blond tomentum had a new moving ridge and was freshly-cut, barely reaching her chin.

Alex was relieved when Sara didn't hesitate to immediately embrace and kiss them both before taking her seat and ordering a gin tonic. There was small talk at first : You look great, so do you, how have you been, this place is peachy, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The waiter returned and they ordered a moment round and placed their dinner rules of order. Then Sara redirected the conversation.

"I quit stripping,"Sara said.

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

"There's a man in my life story,"Sara continued."Or back in my life, I should say. An old boyfriend from college, we went together for two twelvemonth. Arlo. Very good human relationship, we loved each former. But he had a little problem with the bi- thing, which he's gotten past tense, but he had a braggart trouble with my baring. We broke up. He graduated and went off to medical school.

"The night the three of us shared at the nightspot, that was a first for me. I know I was a stripper for several geezerhood, but I was not a whore. All I ever did were lap dances and hand jobs. Until that night with you two, I had never kissed a man or a woman from the club, I had never fucked a man or a adult female from the golf club, and I had never had an climax with a man or cleaning lady from the club."

Sara drained her gin and soda 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 if 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 patch but Charlie didn't hesitate when I asked him if he loved you and wanted to keep you, and that dark 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 Nox I thought about Arlo and what we once had, and whether we could still take in it. I got up the nerve and contacted him. He still loves me. I still love him."

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

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

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

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

So I thought, why not kill two birds with one Isidor Feinstein Stone ? Four way, replete swap. But it would have to be with a distich we are attracted to and can bank. That's where you two come in."

Sara sat back while she let those last words sink in. She looked across the board. Alex had a shy, elusive smile on her face. Charlie looked like a cervid in the headlight. 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 drawers again, not to bring up the bonus action.

"I don't know…"he said slowly.

"What's the matter, Charlie ?"Sara said softly."Think of the opening. 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-bodied to have your way with two foxy ladies at the Lapp meter, right Alex ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They said goodnight in the parking lot. When the fille were kissing au revoir Alex whispered something into Sara's ear."Don't worry, I'll study on him,"she said.

-- --

When they got home and inside their breast 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 second.

She went into the kitchen and opened the icebox. She pulled out the crisper drawer and found a heavy, even-shaped zucchini, eight inches long. She went to the bedroom. She could hear Charlie peeing in the passkey lav so she put the squash on the end mesa, undressed and lay on the bed. Charlie was naked when he came out of the bathroom and got into bed beside her. Immediately they started kissing and Alex's bridge player made a beeline for Charlie's shaft. She massaged his clod and lightly caressed his putz and within a moment he was rock-solid.

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

pile she went. She kissed it, licked it and took it in her lip. She stuck her finger in her pussycat and swished it around, then glided it into his bastard. She sucked him as she reamed him from behind.

Charlie moaned and swung his centre into her mouth in sync with the fingerbreadth throbbing his ass. After a duet minutes of moaning and boning Charlie came, and Alex sucked it in as it pressured its way out of him.

Alex lay back beside him and reached for the zucchini.

"What's that for ?"Charlie asked.

"Practice,"she said.

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

"You try it,"she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She watched Charlie open his oral cavity all-inclusive and wind his lips around her advanced member, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Saturday night.

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