motor scooter PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the country club after a Saturday good afternoon unit of ammunition of golf with his sidekick Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the ball club lounge after playing eighteen mess but this day was a fiddling dissimilar. It was Karl's fortieth birthday and he had just recently separated from his second wife so the guys decided that on this day the 19th maw would be at a cartoon strip night club on the other English of town. Across the tracks. The red luminosity district. 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 ally. They were both now over forty themselves and things had been tense between them recently. He thought it sadly ironic that now that their two kids were finally out of the nest and off to college and they would finally own the menage to themselves, is the time when they would be having marital difficulty. Their adjacent nuptials anniversary would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still reduce and trim down and in excellent shape, a well-favored couplet in almost anyone's estimation, he didn't feel like they would own much to celebrate.

Willy ram them all to the golf-club in his car because he wasn't that big a drinker. He'd have a pair dismount beers and then switch to dieting Coke. It took them about a half minute to get there. The club was dark inside with strobe lights flashing and music pounding. The place was only about half-full, so they took a table close to the stage and runway, which the long bar curved around. There was a cunning black girl with a bubble butt grinding upside-down on a Pole not ten fundament in front of them. Another caramel cutie appeared out of thin air at their table and they proceeded to order overpriced drinks.

Charlie was out of his ingredient but Karl and Duke were right in the eye of theirs. They were hooting and hollering in no time and soon were shoving bills into G-strings. The shameful terpsichorean came to the mesa 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 script job under the table.

The next dancer hit the degree to ZZ Top, a petite brunette with huge breast and decent eye makeup to choke a camelopard. She did her set, shaking her booty and her boobs at top speed and getting quite a procession from the customers.

The adjacent girl was a Aythya americana with long branch and six column inch blackguard. She humped the pole for a while then faced away from them and bent over forward as she took off her sequined wench, which was about three inches long, and then her thong. They watched her asshole open air as wide as a silver dollar bill and then close crocked, and she did this over and over as the guys cheered. Then she turned around to face up them and did the Same thing with her twat.

Then a underweight Asiatic girl appeared…evidently the cabaret believed in variety…and she was incredibly lithe and flexible. She contorted herself in several ways, 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 boys were enjoying the ladies, putting away drink and throwing away money. After almost three hour they finally realized they had better wrap things up. The seat 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 svelte acrobatic eubstance, tan, toned arms and legs, and tight defined abs. Her tomentum was a medium-length bob parted kind of in the eye and wrapped around her sexy high face. All of her fingers and toes were polished red, matching her intumescent lips. She used every inch of the small stage and moved with a smooth physical seemliness. A shiny, transparent net draped her upper consistency covering her lean outfit. She tore off the net with her teeth as she sashayed around above them.

Charlie took special notice of this gal. She seemed to be a cut above the others, classier, with Sir Thomas More discreetness and without the primitiveness. But that wasn't all. She seemed to be looking right at him, smiling at him, but blaze, he thought, maybe every guy feels that way. He knew her from somewhere, he was sure enough of it, but he couldn't place her. He could swear she was staring right at him as they walked out of the club.

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

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

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

He slept soundly straight through the Night. When he awoke early in the morn his principal was clear again. As he stood in front of the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth it came to him in a New York minute. He knew who the young blond dancer was.

She was Scooter.

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Her actual name was Sara. Everyone called her iceboat because when she was a teenager she was often seen riding her motor ice yacht. She would hinge upon it everywhere, to school day, to the community consortium, to the country club, to her jobs. Charlie, in fact just about any sound Male, would break off in his raceway when sea scooter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a bikini with her foresightful blond hairsbreadth trailing in the wind behind her. She was a popular, pretty, athletic girlfriend with an olympian body. As a teen she was on the swim and diving squad at the heights shoal and had been a dance student as well.

Scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two children were youth. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few class older than Charlie and Alex and lived a few blocks away. They all knew each early from the rural area ball club and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about Scooter for years. The live on he had heard she had graduated high schoolhouse near the top of her course of study and had gone off to college on a scholarship. But that had been six or seven years ago.

But now he couldn't get the image of her out of his head. What a beautiful young gentlewoman 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 nightclub. He only wished he hadn't left right after she'd started and missed her act. He would give birth to rectify that.

-- --

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

Tomorrow night it is, Charlie thought.

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The next day Charlie told his wife he'd be late, he had a merging after piece of work. Not a lie, he thought. He wasn't indisputable why he wanted to go see Sara, or what he expected from her. But things were unearthly at habitation, so what the infernal region. He already knew she was a hot, sexy fox. He wanted to see her show. See her slip. See her titmouse and ass.

At a small after six he strode into the club. It was early so the place was pretty utter. He sat on a stool at the almost-empty bar and the barkeep brought him the same beer he'd ordered the dark before and then disappeared. A black dame was doing a mambo on the stage. Charlie noticed a man and a woman at the far end of the bar who both seemed to be getting into her.

"Hey Sara,"the barkeep 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 upright start tonight. There's a guy at the bar who was in here concluding Night asking about you. You want to go next ?"

"What's he look like ?"

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

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

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

Charlie was enjoying watching the nighttime meat cook on the stagecoach in front of him. She danced like she was in the Soul power train final examination and shook her ass a mile-a-minute. Her pussy was huge. He was in a trance staring at it when the bartender returned.

"Your fille is on side by side,"he said.

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

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

A couple minutes later a sultry swampy groove suddenly kicked out of the speech sound organisation and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore blackguard and her long legs were sheathed in bright red slacks with a nonexistent private parts, making her lightlessness thong plainly visible. Up top she wore a skimpy waistcoat that matched her red drawers, and underneath it a black bikini top that matched her flip-flop. The tenuous net covered all the goodies.

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

He watched her prance around and hump the magnetic pole and chew on the net until she ripped it overt and he could see the Velcro screaming as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her waistcoat. She humped the pole a few more than fourth dimension and did a tear on the floor and rolled over on her human knee and bent backwards all the way. Her pussy was just a few feet in front of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her minuscule black bottom.

She had a loaded tum with a silver waist bracelet wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her omphalus. She continued her sexy, worthless dance, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her black top displaying her perky tanned titty with rings in her pap and she swung her breasts and fondled them. Then finally off came her thong and Charlie watched for the next few minutes as Sara danced for him, and swung her hip joint for him, and rotated her hairless groin for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her buttocks for him, and winked her son of a bitch at him.

When the music stopped and the show was over, Sara gathered up her affiliate garments and ran off the stage naked. Charlie looked up and the barkeeper was smiling at him.

Not long after Sara slid onto to the faeces following to him. She wore her crotchless red pants and the mordant thong and two-piece top.

"Hi, Mr. Charlie,"she said.

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

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

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

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

"Just call in me Charlie,"he said.

"okeh, Charlie. I saw you in here last Saturday with your admirer. 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 crapulence and I can hang out with you for a picayune spell,"she said into his ear.

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

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

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

"I'm doing okeh. Work and play golf. The kidskin are away at college."

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

"She's okay too, I guess."

"doe she know you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

"Don't trouble, I won't tell. Do you ever see my father at the nation club ?"

"Once in a while."

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

Their conversation paused while the barman 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 refreshful water."Did you like watching me dance ? Or seeing me naked ? Or is there something else ?"

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

"You don't seem like a airstrip lodge kind of guy. The early day you were here with a group."

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

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

Charlie took a swallow from his beer, uneasy, suddenly in no-man's state. Sara turned on her crapper to present him.

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

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that go you on, Charlie ?"

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

"Am I turning you on now ?"

"Yes."

Suddenly dancing medicine emanated from the Speaker as the next terpsichorean made her entryway. Rose Bush. Charlie felt Sara's handwriting cutting between his legs. Her fingers surrounded his hammer and rubbed it.

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

Charlie was impressed with how deftly and quickly her finger's breadth on one hand unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pant and opened his fly. She threaded his stopcock through the slit in his trunks and held it in her hand.

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

Right in rhythm with the dancer on point and the music coming from the loudspeaker, an uptempo shamble, Sara wanked Charlie's cock.

Charlie's forty-two year old weenie was having a near old time in Sara's XXV class old hand.

"You like this, Charlie ?"

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

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

"I don't know…"

"wealthy person you thought about putting it my mouth ?"

"Ugh,"Charlie grunted. His prick was close down to erupting.

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

Charlie groaned as his cum rose up through his shot and Sara stroked him grueling and firm, emptying his cock and sending his semen outward splattering over his lap and shirt.

When it was over Sara released his dead fellow member and and scooped a lummox of cum off of his boxers with her finger. She took a taste sensation and then put her fingertip to Charlie's sassing and rubbed it into his lips.

"I have to go back to study,"she said."See you succeeding time."

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

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

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Alex was taking a hot shower. She scrubbed her body clean, especially her snatch, inside and out. She noticed there was a bruise -- a hickie ! -- below her belly button where Justin had sucked too grueling. She hoped Charlie wouldn't card. She had just gotten base from Justin's condominium, where she'd fucked him for the fifth fourth dimension.

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

But on another level she was sort of pleased with herself. She was forty-one age old and she knew she looked good. She had a in effect body and had kept in shape, and men appreciated a tight consistence with firm mammilla and a decent ass. She was proud of the fact that a handsome youth man XIII years her Jr had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to mention she liked having a new dick inside her.

Justin had been calling on the company where she worked for some fourth dimension, and after a while he started flirting with her. He asked her out for a drink after oeuvre and hold back on asking even though she demurely declined a number of times. Then one clock time she surprised herself and said yes.

naught happened that first clip other than an queasy kiss at the end. But Alex could tell he wanted her. The ring on her will hand certainly did not deter him and she knew in her heart that if he asked her again she would go to bed with him. The next week Justin asked her out again. They skipped the potable and went to his condo and fucked.

That was five weeks ago. They'd fucked after employment on the same day each calendar week. She knew it wouldn't go and knew thing would end up awkward in the end. Justin was no large buff but it was something new and unlike and she found it exciting being bad.

-- --

Charlie got family and went into the bedroom to change. He put his soiled clothing in the dry cleanup bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't observance. He could get a line her in the privy and thought it was a strange time to be taking a shower bath. Still naked, 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 certainly that she would see through him and know his guilt feelings and know that he'd been up to something naughty.

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

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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 meter and he watched her as she peeled off while after piece until she wore naught but a G-string the size of a postage stamp and two pasties on her mammilla. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her sway her open gash and dilating son of a bitch in front of him with a coy smile on her typeface. He had his mitt in his lap massaging his tighten cock.

When her set ended Sara walked off nude. Not a instant later she walked up and sat side by side to him at the bar. She wore a lightweight amobarbital sodium wrapping pulled tightly around her cunning frame.

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

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

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

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

Sara put her hand between his wooden leg and felt his cock. She stroked it like she had the finis time and felt its hardness twisting against the fabric of his pants.

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

He looked right into her eye. They were all-inclusive undetermined and looked like round olive greenness puddle. She started to move her cheek toward his. He thought she was going to snog him but she didn't, she put her lips to his right ear.

"Do you want me to blow it ?"she asked. She didn't wait for an answer."Because we can do that find, Charlie. We have individual elbow room in the back. You'd have to pay for it, but we could be alone. Would you like that ?"

Charlie nodded.

"commodity,"Sara said."cum with me."

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

"Have a fanny, Charlie."

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

She pushed her thrust teat into his face. Charlie sucked one into his oral cavity and tasted her sugariness and sweaty soma along with the metal tang of the gold ring attached. He held her bare ass in his bridge player as she ground her naked agglomerate against his girded cock through the taut cloth of his trousers. Her nipple hardened in his backtalk and his cock pushed hard against her bald, twisting slit. Charlie switched nipple and Sara pushed it into his mouth while she clamped her bridge player on the back of his forefront and pulled it to her.

"Ah, you're in effect 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 side by side to Charlie and put her script on his cock.

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

He nodded. She unbuckled his whang and opened his drawers. He lifted his fanny slightly and slid 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 nine. She put her lips on his and zoomed her lingua into his mouth.

They kissed with a locked, intense passion and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her close. Their back talk were meshed and their spit explored new rima oris and Sara was shocked not only by the fact she'd done it, but also by how hanker it went on and how much they both were into it. She'd been thinking about him the death 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 buff. His fancy woman, his courtesan, his concubine, his doxy, call it what you will. He might be married and almost as old as her father but she wanted to fuck him, and not just once, and not just in the backroom of a strip club.

"tinker's damn, you're a serious countenance,"she said. Then she lowered her head into his lap and took his firm, rigid cock into her mouth.

Charlie was impressed by Sara's flexibleness. Her butt was seated matt on the cushion next to him facing forward but her body was twisted toward him and knack at the waist and her side was in his crotch with his dick in her oral fissure. Charlie massaged her shoulders and upper berth back as her head bobbed up and down sucking him. He tried to swing his meat into her in clip with her movements.

It was almost like his head was in a enchantment or he was having a dream or his pecker was a grapheme in a movie. This beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. peeress who used to be his babysitter class ago was now sucking his dick. And she was damn good at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to taste it and take back it. If his married woman wouldn't take care of him she would. She liked the look of his hands roaming her frame and the oestrus of his rooster against her tongue and the bulwark of her rima oris. His balls were now alike acorns in her hand so she knew his cornet was about to blow.

Charlie groaned loudly and deeply when he let it fly. His rooster shot stream of his saved-up semen and Sara sucked it all into her lockjawed mouth. His seawall 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 tongue into her cum-glazed mouth.

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

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

"You can send for me sea scooter if you like."

She kicked off her cad and then hopped up onto the cushioned bench and stood with her bare foot on either side of him and her snatch inches from his face. She looked down into his eyes.

"You like to eat pussy, Charlie ?"

He nodded and croaked an ‘ Uh Huh ’.

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

He licked her labia and sucked on her swollen clit. When she felt him tongue-fucking her liquid tunnel Sara humped his face up against the paries behind his foreland. He spread his custody around her buttocks as she fucked his boldness and squeezed her ass until he felt her backside flesh oozing between his fingerbreadth. Soon it was her turn to come.

"Oh shag, Charlie !"

She pounded his brass harder with her groin and he dug his finger's breadth into the crack of her ass for a improve grip. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's boldness, into his rima oris and dripped from his Kuki-Chin. She leaned hard against him in case her leg buckled. She moaned as the waves flowed out of her.

In her twenty-four hours as a striptease as far as Sara had been leave to go with customers were deal caper and the rare blow job if the guy was attractive and she was in the mode. 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 hump him too.

She lowered herself onto her knees facing him. Charlie kissed her with his mouth open and their tongues slithered through a longsighted, slow dance.

"Fuck me, Charlie,"Sara said softly.

Charlie nodded. He felt her digit on his erected cock and her cunt lowered and surrounded it. Just like that he was balls-deep into her. She put her sleeve around his cervix and moved her twat up and down and squeezed his cock with her vaginal brawniness. Up and down, over and over, hugging his cock with her cunt, her dewy oculus locked onto his.

After a couple minutes of watching Sara bound up and down Charlie took control. With his shaft still embedded inside her he lifted her and pivoted their bodies 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 peter into her."Yes, Charlie. piece of tail me. piece of ass me."

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

Sara suddenly realized they were making a lot of noise. She was groaning as she was getting fucked and Charlie was pounding her book binding into the wallboard behind her and the banquette was creaking along with them. She knew she would be taking a hiss from the girls because this was so out of graphic symbol for her.

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

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

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

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

Charlie held her quivering torso as she came with a serial of shaky, wet spasms. Once she was still he pulled his cock out of her and stood up. His pants were a turn wreck around his ankles.

"So, Charlie, have you had enough ice yacht Pie, or would you care 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 air pocket of her wrap and pulled out a business card and handed it to him.

"My cell number is on this notice,"she said."Call me."

Charlie looked at the card."homo Services counselor ?"he said.

"Yeah. illusion actor's line for mixer Worker."

"You're a mixer 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 workplace doesn't pay all that well. I'm also taking family working on a Masters degree."

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

"Thank you, Charlie,"she said, and kissed him."postponement trough I get you in bed."

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

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

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Alex continued to ‘ body of work late'one dark a workweek at Justin's billet. They had their routine down pat, the same Nox each week. Alex would show up at the Saame time, get undress, neatly hang up her apparel and lie in his bed. They would kiss, then she'd suck some cock, get her kitty licked and get laid. They were usually done in an hour and a half.

That was the same night of the week that Charlie would ‘ work late'at Sara's apartment. He'd usually bug out of work a minuscule early and go to Sara's place. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had various rock oil and application and candles burning in her bedroom. They'd be naked in the bed in quick manner and they would plunge right into some kind of kinky, barbarian sex which would lead to loud, rhapsodic orgasms. Then as they lay in bed resting they would utter about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to cuddling and cuddling and licking and sucking and it would culminate in more conventional fucking and climaxes.

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

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

But what Charlie began to appreciate as practically as the sex were their interludes. He enjoyed their conversations during the rest meter between their opening and closing acts. She was so leisurely to talk to and not afraid to spread out up. Which helped him spread out up.

He learned that Sara had gone to college on a eruditeness and had started stripping on the weekends for extra money. She graduated with accolade and then came plate and got the job as a social actor. The pay wasn't bully so she got the job dancing at the lodge. She could give twice her social worker earnings by stripping three shifts a week. She was working on a masters degree in psychological science. She was bisexual. Her hold up two sexual relationships before Charlie had been with women.

Charlie opened up to Sara quite a bit as well. Sara instinctively knew that his wedlock 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 on months of their each week trysts Charlie was holding Sara in his arm and her foreland was resting on his chest when he finally told her what she already knew.

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

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

"well, 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 reckon out what to say.

"Uh, no,"he said."At least I don't think so. I only went to that club to fete a Quaker's birthday, not expecting to find 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 stay fresh her ?"

There was another awkward pause as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"Does she feel the same way ?"

"I really don't know."

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

"Sure,"he said.

"First, you need to determine out. And we have to discontinue. And she has to cease. If she feels the like way you do then you both have to figure out together to fix what is broken. I remember you and Alex as a happy, beautiful pair. 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 last. 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 head and laughed. He kissed her on the forehead.

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

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

"Yeah, right,"Charlie said.

"No, I'm unplayful,"she said."It happens a lot. Couples are in a rut, they come in together, get a secret display, watch each former getting off and then all of the sudden they're in dearest 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 good-bye. He put his hired hand between her legs but she brushed it away.

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

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

-- --

Charlie got home earlier than usual. Alex was already home and settled on the lounge in the phratry elbow room. She had a volume in her helping hand, a potable on the tabular array and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove.

Charlie didn't know that Alex had ended her liaison the calendar week before. She and Justin had been in mid-fuck in his bed when a crazy fair sex started banging on his front door and shrieking and cursing. She was calling him a bastard and a liar and a muttonhead and a meritless dick loud enough for the whole edifice and half the neighborhood to get wind. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to turn back. So they threw on some wearing apparel and Justin answered the room access. The woman ranted and raved and screamed at both of them, called Alex a slut and a lady of pleasure and asked Justin if she was the other wed bitch he was fucking. The fair sex picked up lamps and various item and started throwing them around the animation room. 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 quick before the cops showed up.

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

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

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

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

"program 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 aspect shriveled and saddened and she exploded into tears. She sobbed uncontrollably for various minutes and cried ‘ I'm so sorry'and ‘ I hate myself'a couple dozen times. When her crying 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 error. Everybody does."

"How did you recognise ?"

"It was a hunch. matter have been off between us for a piece, 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 do it 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 miss you."

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

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

They proceeded to consume one of the most adumbrate conversations they'd had in years. There was passel of pain to go around for both of them but as they cleansed their moral sense they opened the doors to a fresh start.

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

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

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

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

"Huh ? Who is it ?"

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

"What are you talking about ?"

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

"Are you crazy ?"

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

They kissed again, another soft, yearn one. Charlie loved spirit and tasting her sass 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 thing. You won't believe it."

Alex smiled and shook her head.

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

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

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

They were soon making out and their clothing came off a piece at a sentence. Then they were naked and their dress were in a heap on the Grant Wood floor and they had sex on the couch. Although it may experience lacked the kinky vehemence Charlie had enjoyed lately, it felt like a long-awaited welcome-home party to him. He luxuriated in the familiar spirit smell of Alex and the taste and feel of her skin and her bend and her sweaty frame and the piquancy of her pussy and the snugness of her back talk around his prick, and remembered all the reasons he'd fallen in lovemaking with her twenty-some old age before.

-- --

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

"Are you looking forward to it, Charlie ?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Is Alex looking forward to it ?"

"I think so. I hope so."

"I hope so too. Because I am."

-- --

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

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

It was Fri after work. Charlie came house and grabbed a beer and waited for Alex as she showered and changed dress. Charlie was not let down when she appeared. She had on her sexy black dress that showed off her long legs and slim physique and its low-cut top did the same for her top half. The soft, Negroid cloth subtly outlined the buoyant contour line of her bra-less tits.

"shit, I think I might have to offset tonight. stop nursing home and rip your wearing apparel off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his weaponry. She smelled keen. It was a fruity sweetness he'd given her on her hold out birthday.

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

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

They were rather subdued during the drive to the night club and Alex seemed concerned when they crossed into the old, seedier function 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 view the place. The joint was already jumping with the Friday after-work crowd. Most tables were filled and music was cranking. They found seats at the bar and Charlie ordered a beer for himself and a white vino for Alex. He mentioned to the barman that they had a mental reservation for the back way, and gave him his name.

On the stage before them a scraggy young woman was almost down to her birthday suit of clothes. She didn't have much up top but had a nice ass and was swinging it pretty good. She seemed to admit special posting 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 grab and then go around it open air for them with her fingers.

"Oh My God !"Alex said.

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

"Oh My God !"Alex said again.

A Loretta Young Melanerpes erythrocephalus tapped Charlie on the berm and said to follow her. They grabbed their drinks and were led through the door and down the antechamber to the same private room he'd been to previously. standard candle emanated a soft glowing around the way and mild, miry medicine was playing.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, please…"

"I'm serious."

The threshold opened and Sara walked in and across the small room. She turned the medicine up slightly and turned to face them. She wore a turquoise wrap that was layered around her thin, foxy bod. She kicked off her dog. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the pole in the core of the elbow room and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

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

"She sent me home to you, Honey."

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

ice yacht spun around the pole a couple clip and then acrobatically leaped up feet first and scissored her legs around the perch and twirled around upside down before throwing her legs over her caput and landing good on her foundation, facing them.

"You didn't come here tonight to see me hump a Pole, did you ?"water scooter said. She stood immediately in social movement of them as she shucked the wrap off of her dead body and tossed it at the pole. She wore a short, silky dim annulus and a silky blackness bra.

"Who wants a lap dancing ?"she said.

"Charlie,"Alex said.

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

"I like to take in,"Alex said.

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

She turned to her left. There were three small clitoris on her proper hip. Alex looked at scoter tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the dame and handed it to her. A flimsy blackness thong barely covered her sex. Scooter tossed the dame at the pole and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his cock with her pussy and thrust her chest in his face.

Charlie's cock was hard and he pushed it into Sara's grinding groin as he sucked on her pierced nipples through the slim framework of her bra. She held his head in her hands as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took nipple and gold band into his mouth. Alex watched in awe as her married man sucked like a athirst camel on the stripper's tits.

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

She leaned toward Alex with her arm around Charlie's capitulum. Her early mitt went onto the tail end on the other side of Alex for support.

"Unhook me, Alex."

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

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

Alex hesitated at number one but Sara's tongue was forceful and she opened her mouth to live with it. She was not accustomed to kissing other women and had not come to the club expecting to be french-kissing their old baby-sitter, but watching her husband sucking this attractive young adult female'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 fourth dimension there was no reluctance. Alex went with it, her lips eagerly opened for concern and her glossa twirled in Sara's mouth. With a mouthful of nipple 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 thong strap that was sunken in the offer of Sara's ass. He put his other hand between her pegleg. Her thong was moistness. Sara arced her snatch into his hand.

Charlie stopped sucking tit long enough to pull Sara's thong down to her stifle. She was now naked in their circuit. He inserted two fingers into her pussy and two digit into her mother fucker and started finger-fucking her from both focussing. It was easy 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 fingers."Your husband dear my ass."Then she slid the straps of Alex's coif off of her shoulder joint so her tits were exposed.

Alex jabbered a squeaky sigh when Sara licked her au naturel nipple, and then another when she sucked it into her mouth. Charlie took his bequeath manus away from Sara's crotch and scooted himself closer to Alex and as soon as he was close adequate his married woman sucked his lingua into her mouth. All three eubstance were a leaning, twisted flesh on the Bench : Charlie passionately kissing his wife while she was having her titmouse sucked by a dodgy young lady who had his finger's breadth up her ass. Meanwhile, Charlie's compacted intumesce dick was dying to get out of his pants.

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

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

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

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

Sara drove her entirely face into Alex's gash, ramming her tongue into her open bowl and chomping on her ripe tamale. Alex leaned her slit toward the source of her pleasure.

Charlie had his wife's natural language in his mouth and her breast in his bridge player when he felt Sara's script start rubbing his inflate stopcock. It was time to let his horse out of the barn. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. His putz sprung out and upward like the needle on a magnetic compass six blocking from the Second Earl of Guilford Pole. Sara stroked it as she continued chowing down on Alex's saturated muff. Alex put her bridge player on Sara's and they jerked him together.

Alex's organic structure shimmied and she emitted a shrill moan.

"Oh, bull !"she said.

"What's the thing ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's button various solid sucks before she sprayed. Charlie felt his wife's hand tighten around his cock as she came, and she moaned and her soundbox shook as her pussycat loose. Her cum covered Sara's grimace in a gush like Charlie couldn't recall.

"Oh, God, water scooter, I'm sorry,"Alex said.

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

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

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

Alex said yes and they both got up and yanked off Charlie's pants and brake shoe. Then they knelt on the base in front of him. His cock stood vertical like a guided projectile ready to blast off.

Sara was first. She licked his shaft and took his turncock into her oral cavity, then Alex took a routine, and they went back and forth a few prison term. Then Sara took the solid shucks thing into her lip and throat.

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

Charlie sat back moaning and groaning as Alex sucked his pecker and Sara teabagged his ball. He knew he would come in a New York instant and he did. He shot his lading into Sara's mouth, 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 stack 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 couple snatch and then he was able-bodied to cling his cock into both as well as the girls sat side-by-side making out. And the exalted stopping point was sublime. He fucked his wife doggy-style while she had her face in Sara's crotch eating Scooter Pie. Sara just looked at him with a dreamy smile on her human face until she came.

-- --

When the show was over Sara kissed them both so long, picked up her clothing and was gone. Charlie and Alex took a couple moment to get dressed and then both went to the wash room. Their plumbing had a few leaks.

On the cause abode they held hands ; They couldn't call back the last clock time they'd done that. Back at the house they showered together ; They couldn't think the lowest time they'd done that. And they fucked in the cascade ; They couldn't remember when they'd concluding done that, either.

They drank wine-colored and ordered Formosan nutrient to be delivered. As they ate dinner they talked about their night. Charlie told her how turned-on he had been watching her getting it on with Sara, kissing and eating pussy. Alex said she got off on seeing him fucking and eating Sara, too. Charlie asked her if she'd like to do it again sometime. She said maybe she would.

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

-- --

Sara had been right. Their crazy three-way Nox had ignited their sex living to a new pinnacle. They were both grateful to make each early back. No sneaking around, no Lie, no pretending. Alex had a fresh, new desire to suck Charlie's cock and strike it up the ass. Charlie wanted to make out her, eat her pussy and puzzle out her ass all the clock time. They were hungry for each former again. They made plans.

But Alex took something else away from that night, too. Sex with Sara had been marque new and turn on. Her orgasm when Sara was going down on her was one of the most explosive ones she'd ever had. And eating her pussy ! It was her world-class time 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 following weeks Charlie and Alex were insatiable, sex became part of their day, like eating dinner party or brushing their dentition. But Alex was checking out other womanhood too, watching them, taking in their curved shape, wondering what it would be like with them. Would they be up for it ? But she wouldn't have sex how to go about it and she didn't want to let a secret affair with a woman. No, if she was going to bang womanhood, it would experience 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 hard than ever. Their sex was more intense and more often than ever, and they agreed that their experience with Sara was monumental in contributing to their newfound togetherness and might even have saved their wedlock. They agreed they should come in up with a way to shew their gratitude.

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

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

For their anniversary Alex and Charlie went away for a week to a resort down by the coast. Celebrating twenty years of a successful marriage…except for a few weeks there when they both went sideways before getting back on track. Whenever they weren't in the room fucking they were out by the pocket billiards or in the waiting area or on the grounds where they would be checking out all the women. Alex was starting to get cross-eyed from staring at so many crotches.

The next week Alex called Sara's electric cell phone. It went to voicemail so she left a message asking her to cry. The side by side day Sara called back. They said their hellos and then Alex got to the aim of her call.

"Sara, I called to say ‘ Thank You ’. Charlie and I agree that the nighttime with you was amazing and has had a profound force on both of us. We might feature lost our way a short bit but we are back on track now, much thanks to you. We are so close again, in and out of bed."

"That's good, beaming to try it,"Sara said.

"Anyway, we'd like to subscribe you out to dinner. To last out 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 lay aside our spousal relationship, we believe that. And if we can ever do anything to repay you, you just have to ask and we will be well-chosen to."

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

"OK, let's."Sara said."I'd love to."She was thinking it might be a good fourth dimension 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 hebdomad 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 segmentation and her shape, hoping Sara would notice. She had no mind how the dark was going to move around out, but if the opportunity for another threesome presented itself, she would be ready.

Alex and Charlie got there other and were seated at a choice booth with a river view. They told the server they were waiting on one Thomas More and ordered drinks. They had just taken their number 1 sips of their cocktails when Sara entered the room.

She looked different than she had at the strip club, but stunning nonetheless. Tight pitch-dark dame, red silky top that clung to her, golden-brown legs with well-defined calves. Her blonde hair's-breadth had a new undulation and was freshly-cut, barely reaching her chin.

Alex was relieved when Sara didn't hesitate to immediately squeeze and kiss them both before taking her derriere and ordering a gin tonic. There was small talking at first : You look keen, so do you, how have you been, this piazza is great, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The server returned and they ordered a second round of golf and placed their dinner orders. Then Sara redirected the conversation.

"I quit stripping,"Sara said.

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

"There's a man in my lifetime,"Sara continued."Or back in my aliveness, I should say. An old fellow from college, we went together for two years. Arlo. Very beneficial relationship, we loved each other. But he had a trivial problem with the bi- thing, which he's gotten past, but he had a bigger problem with my stripping. We broke up. He graduated and went off to medical school.

"The Nox the three of us shared at the club, that was a start for me. I know I was a striptease for several years, but I was not a sporting lady. All I ever did were lap saltation and bridge player jobs. Until that night with you two, I had never kissed a man or a womanhood from the club, I had never fucked a man or a woman from the clubhouse, and I had never had an coming with a man or womanhood from the club."

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

"I learned something from you that night. I was turned on and I went with it. But the sex was just part of it. I was turned on because you two were so into each other. I remembered how hot and happy you looked when I used to babysit for you. And you went through a rough patch but Charlie didn't hesitate when I asked him if he loved you and wanted to preserve you, and that nighttime 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 suffer 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 lawful, and Charlie echoed her.

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

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

Sara sat back while she let those death quarrel sink in. She looked across the table. Alex had a shy, elusive smile on her nerve. 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 mention the bonus action.

"I don't know…"he said slowly.

"What's the matter, Charlie ?"Sara said softly."Think of the possible action. You'd get to see me and Alex going at it again, I know that turns you on. I get hot just thinking about it. And you would be able to bear your way with two tricky lady at the like time, right Alex ?"

"rightfulness. Sounds like a hot time to me. Charlie gets to view his wife with another woman ; I get to look on my married man with another man."She squeezed his handwriting under the table.

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

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

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

"What's the difference of opinion ? If it feels thoroughly, who cares ? You got turned on watching Alex and me. Now you have a luck 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 couplet beverage, sports meeting Arlo and see what happens."

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

They said goodnight in the parking lot. When the girls were kissing so long Alex whispered something into Sara's ear."Don't trouble, I'll piece of work on him,"she said.

-- --

When they got home and inside their battlefront door Alex kissed Charlie and told him to go get raw 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 icebox. She pulled out the crisper draftsman and found a large, even-shaped zucchini, eight in long. She went to the bedroom. She could get wind Charlie peeing in the sea captain toilet so she put the squash racquets on the end table, divest 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 mitt made a beeline for Charlie's cock. She massaged his balls and lightly caressed his dick and within a minute he was rock-solid.

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

Down she went. She kissed it, licked it and took it in her mouth. She stuck her finger in her slit and swished it around, then glided it into his motherfucker. She sucked him as she reamed him from behind.

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

Alex lay back beside him and reached for the zucchini.

"What's that for ?"Charlie asked.

"Practice,"she said.

She lowered it to her puss and jammed it inside. She stroked it in and out of her a number of clip, sighing with each plunge. Then she took it out, raised it to her human face and sucked the duration of it into her mouthpiece, in then out, several sentence. Charlie watched her with a smirk on his brass. She rammed it back into her goofball 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 sassing and pulled it out. Alex egged him on and he did it again, then again. He had a big sass so most of the zucchini had disappeared behind his lips.

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

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

"go me on, Charlie,"she said."suction it. use up it out with your teeth."

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

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

She watched Charlie open his mouth wide and twine his sass around her mature appendage, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Saturday night.

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