SCOOTER PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the country social club after a Sabbatum afternoon circle of golf with his buddies Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the lodge couch after playing XVIII holes but this day was a little different. It was Karl's fortieth birthday and he had just recently separated from his 2nd wife so the guys decided that on this day the 19th hole would be at a strip clubhouse on the other side of meat of Ithiel Town. Across the tracks. The red unclouded district. knocker City.

Charlie was definitely up for it because he and his wife Alex had been in a rut lately and she had already told him that she was going out with a friend. They were both now over forty themselves and things had been tense between them recently. He thought it sadly ironic that now that their two Thomas Kid were finally out of the nest and off to college and they would finally have the sign to themselves, is the metre when they would be having matrimonial difficulties. Their next nuptials anniversary would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still slenderize and garnish and in excellent shape, a handsome couple in almost anyone's estimation, he didn't spirit like they would have much to celebrate.

Willy drove them all to the clubhouse in his car because he wasn't that big a drinker. He'd have a match light beers and then trade to Diet nose candy. It took them about a half hour to get there. The club was dark inside with strobe light lights flashing and music pounding. The shoes was only about half-full, so they took a board close to the stage and runway, which the hanker bar curved around. There was a cute black girl with a burp tush grinding upside-down on a magnetic pole not ten feet in front of them. Another caramel cutie appeared out of thin air at their table and they proceeded to gild overpriced drinks.

Charlie was out of his element but Karl and Duke were right in the centre of theirs. They were hooting and hollering in no time and soon were shoving banknote into G-strings. The black social dancer came to the table and Willy told her it was Karl's birthday. That got her a prat at the table and a big tip and Karl got a mitt job under the table.

The next dancer hit the stage to ZZ Top, a diminutive brunette with huge nipple and adequate eye makeup to perish a camelopard. She did her set, shaking her booty and her bosom at top speed and getting quite a rise from the client.

The future fille was a redhead with long legs and six in bounder. She humped the pole for a while then faced away from them and knack over forward as she took off her beady doll, which was about three inch long, and then her flip-flop. They watched her asshole loose as panoptic as a silver dollar mark and then close soaked, and she did this over and over as the guy cable cheered. Then she turned around to face them and did the same matter with her twat.

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

All this meter the boys were enjoying the gentlewoman, putting away potable and throwing away money. After almost three hours they finally realized they had better wrap things up. The place was filling up and it was getting toward Sat Nox. As they were settling up their tab a new girl came to the stage.

She was blond. Twenty-something, tall and slim athletic body, tan, toned weapon and leg, and tight defined abs. Her fuzz was a medium-length bob parted kind of in the middle and wrapped around her sexy senior high school cheeks. All of her finger's breadth and toes were polished red, matching her puffy backtalk. She used every in of the modest degree and moved with a smoothen strong-arm thanksgiving. A shining, transparent net draped her amphetamine body covering her skimpy rig. She tore off the net with her tooth as she sashayed around above them.

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

-- --

Charlie went home in an dipsomaniac daze. Alex wasn't home yet, which was a ripe 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 face, he knew it from somewhere. He knew this girlfriend and he racked his brain but he couldn't remember from where.

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

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

She was Scooter.

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Her real gens was Sara. Everyone called her iceboat because when she was a adolescent she was often seen riding her motor ice yacht. She would ride it everywhere, to school, to the residential district kitty, to the country order, to her job. Charlie, in fact just about any goodly male, would stop over in his rails when iceboat motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a two-piece with her farseeing blonde hair trailing in the flatus behind her. She was a popular, pretty, athletic missy with an exceptional torso. As a teenager she was on the swimming and plunk team at the highschool schooling and had been a dance student as well.

sea scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two children were Pres Young. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few year former than Charlie and Alex and lived a few mental block away. They all knew each former from the country club and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about water scooter for days. The concluding he had heard she had graduated heights school near the top of her class and had gone off to college on a scholarship. But that had been six or seven years ago.

But now he couldn't get the image of her out of his thinker. What a beautiful young dame 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 clubhouse. He only wished he hadn't left compensate after she'd started and missed her act. He would have to right that.

-- --

Charlie went back to the strip club one evening the following hebdomad. The place wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a couple girls do their acts. He made small talk with the bartender a couple of times but he didn't ask motion about the dancers because he didn't want to appear like a lecher. 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 bartender said. ‘ She's off tonight. She'll be here tomorrow Nox. ejaculate in at six ’.

Tomorrow night it is, Charlie thought.

-- --

The next day Charlie told his married woman he'd be late, he had a meeting after body of work. Not a lie, he thought. He wasn't sure enough why he wanted to go see Sara, or what he expected from her. But affair were weird at base, so what the hell. He already knew she was a hot, aphrodisiacal fox. He wanted to see her show. See her strip. See her pap and ass.

At a little after six he strode into the club. It was early so the place was pretty dead. He sat on a stool at the almost-empty bar and the bartender brought him the Saame beer he'd ordered the Nox before and then disappeared. A mordant chick was doing a mambo on the leg. Charlie noticed a man and a woman at the far end of the bar who both seemed to be getting into her.

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

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

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

"What's he look like ?"

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

"Okay, I'll go next."She turned to a strawberry-haired bean Pole to her right."That OK with you, Tiff ?"

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

Charlie was enjoying watching the dark meat cook on the stage in forepart of him. She danced like she was in the Soul caravan finals and excite her ass a mile-a-minute. Her pussy was huge. He was in a trance staring at it when the mixologist returned.

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

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

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

A couple min later a sultry swampy groove suddenly kicked out of the strait system and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore heels and her long ramification were sheathed in bright red falling off with a nonexistent crotch, making her black G-string plainly visible. Up top she wore a skimpy waistcoat that matched her red pants, and underneath it a blacken Bikini top that matched her thong. The thin net covered all the goodies.

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

He watched her prance around and hump the pole and chew on the net until she ripped it open and he could listen the Velcro scream 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 slit was just a few feet in movement of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her little black rear.

She had a tight breadbasket with a facile waist bracelet wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her umbilicus. She continued her sexy, slimy dancing, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her disastrous top displaying her perky tanned tits with rings in her nipple and she swung her boob and fondled them. Then finally off came her thong and Charlie watched for the side by side few minutes as Sara danced for him, and swung her hips for him, and rotated her hairless groin for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her buttocks for him, and winked her asshole at him.

When the euphony stopped and the show was over, Sara gathered up her sort out garments and ran off the stage naked. Charlie looked up and the bartender was smiling at him.

Not long after Sara slid onto to the ordure future to him. She wore her crotchless red bloomers and the calamitous thong and bikini top.

"Hi, Mr. Charlie,"she said.

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

"It's Sara to you. For anybody else I meet around here, it's Lexi. We all use phoney 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 icon is etched in my genius. You zipping up and down the road on your motor iceboat in your bikini with your long hair 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 Saturday with your champion. I didn't think you recognized me."

"I recognized you, but I couldn't office 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 footling while,"she said into his ear.

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

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

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

"I'm doing okay. Work and make for golf. The child are away at college."

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

"She's okay too, I guess."

"Does she know you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

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

"Once in a while."

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

Their conversation paused while the bartender delivered their drinks.

"So. What's a overnice guy like you doing in a lieu 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 ? 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 club kind of guy. The other day you were here with a group."

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

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

Charlie took a drink from his beer, anxious, suddenly in no-man's land. Sara turned on her faecal matter 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 good dancer, but that's not it. Was it my boob ? My ass ? Or was it my kitty-cat ? Did you like that ?"

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that turn you on, Charlie ?"

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

"Am I turning you on now ?"

"Yes."

Suddenly terpsichore music emanated from the speakers as the next social dancer made her entrance. Rose Bush. Charlie felt Sara's helping hand mooring between his pegleg. Her finger surrounded his cock and rubbed it.

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

Charlie was impressed with how deftly and quickly her fingerbreadth on one hand unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his gasp and opened his fly. She threaded his prick through the pussy in his trunks and held it in her hand.

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

right field in musical rhythm with the professional dancer on stage and the music coming from the speaker system, an uptempo shuffle, Sara wanked Charlie's cock.

Charlie's forty-two year old weenie was having a thoroughly old time 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…"

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

"Ugh,"Charlie grunted. His dick was come together to erupting.

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

Charlie groaned as his cum rose up through his diaphysis and Sara stroked him surd and quick, emptying his stopcock and sending his seed outward splattering over his lap and shirt.

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

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

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

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

-- --

Alex was taking a hot shower. She scrubbed her dead body clean, especially her pussy, inside and out. She noticed there was a bruise -- a hickie ! -- below her omphalus where Justin had sucked too difficult. She hoped Charlie wouldn't notice. She had just gotten base from Justin's condo, where she'd fucked him for the 5th sentence.

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 years. Her husband would be devastated. Would he divorce her ? She didn't want that, but thing between them had been strained recently. What would mass say ? What would her children guess ?

But on another level she was kind of delight with herself. She was forty-one years old and she knew she looked ripe. She had a good consistence and had kept in material body, and men appreciated a tight consistence with loyal tits and a gracious ass. She was proud of the fact that a freehanded young man thirteen old age her Jr had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to name she liked having a new dick inside her.

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

zip happened that maiden fourth dimension early than an uneasy osculation at the end. But Alex could order he wanted her. The ring on her left bridge player certainly did not deter him and she knew in her spunk that if he asked her again she would go to bed with him. The following week Justin asked her out again. They skipped the beverage and went to his condo and fucked.

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

-- --

Charlie got menage and went into the bedroom to vary. He put his soiled article of clothing in the dry cleaning bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't notice. He could hear her in the bathroom and thought it was a strange time to be taking a shower. Still naked, he considered going in there and getting into the shower bath with her. But he didn't. It would be out of character and he was sure that she would see through him and recognize his guilt trip and know that he'd been up to something naughty.

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

-- --

The next week there he was again, seated at the bar. Sara smiled and gave him the eye as she did her act. She was dressed differently this time and he watched her as she peeled off piece after opus until she wore nothing but a G-string the size of a postage mold and two pasties on her teat. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her sway her open slash and dilating dickhead in front of him with a coy smiling on her face. He had his hand in his lap massaging his stiffened cock.

When her set ended Sara walked off bare. Not a instant later she walked up and sat succeeding to him at the bar. She wore a lightweight blue wrap pulled tightly around her wily frame.

"I was hoping you'd come back,"she said, turning on her stool 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 hand between his legs and felt his pecker. She stroked it like she had the last meter and felt its rigorousness straining 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 eyes. They were wide open up and looked like round olive commons consortium. She started to travel her font toward his. He thought she was going to snog him but she didn't, she put her back talk to his right ear.

"Do you want me to fellate it ?"she asked. She didn't wait for an result."Because we can make that take place, Charlie. We have private way in the back. You'd have to pay for it, but we could be alone. Would you like that ?"

Charlie nodded.

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

She took his hired man 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 door. They walked down a dead hall and then through another door into a small-scale room. There was a pole in the essence and a couple of banquettes against the walls.

"Have a seat, Charlie."

Sara didn't mess around with the pole in the marrow of the elbow room. But Charlie's pole was a different topic. He was going to get a lap dance without the euphony. She untied her cloak and slipped it off. She was 100 % naked underneath. She moved in and put her knees on the cushiony Bench, straddling him.

She pushed her punctured pap into his look. Charlie sucked one into his mouth and tasted her Henry Sweet and sweaty material body along with the metallic tang of the gold band attached. He held her bare ass in his workforce as she ground her naked knoll against his girded cock through the taut textile of his trousers. Her nipple hardened in his mouth and his dick pushed hard against her bald, twisting twat. Charlie switched teat and Sara pushed it into his oral fissure while she clamped her hands on the backbone 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 hour of that and with her tit hard as super glob Sara lowered herself and sat side by side to Charlie and put her bridge player on his cock.

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

He nodded. She unbuckled his belt and opened his pant. He lifted his rump slightly and slue his pants down and over his articulatio genus 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 lips on his and zoomed her glossa into his mouth.

They kissed with a locked, vivid passion and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her closing. Their mouth 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 foresighted it went on and how much they both were into it. She'd been thinking about him the last few days and had hoped he'd come back. And she knew she would see him again after this night, but not at the ball club. She was going to be his devotee. His fancy woman, his doxy, his doxy, his paramour, call it what you will. He might be married and almost as old as her founder but she wanted to be intimate him, and not just once, and not just in the backroom of a slip club.

"Damn, you're a practiced kisser,"she said. Then she lowered her oral sex into his lap and took his firm, rigid cock into her mouth.

Charlie was impressed by Sara's flexibility. Her butt was seated flat on the shock absorber next to him facing forward but her trunk was twisted toward him and set at the waist and her facial expression was in his crotch with his cock in her mouth. Charlie massaged her shoulders and pep pill back as her head bobbed up and down sucking him. He tried to swing his meat into her in time with her movements.

It was almost like his encephalon was in a spell or he was having a pipe dream or his dick was a theatrical role in a movie. This beautiful youthful ma'am who used to be his babysitter years ago was now sucking his hawkshaw. And she was damn in effect at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to try it and bury it. If his married woman wouldn't take care of him she would. She liked the tone of his helping hand roaming her frame and the heat of his shaft against her tongue and the walls of her mouth. His glob were now like acorns in her deal so she knew his horn was about to blow.

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

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

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

"You can promise me scoter if you like."

She kicked off her heels and then hopped up onto the padded bench and stood with her bare animal foot on either side of him and her cunt in from his face. She looked down into his eyes.

"You like to eat pussy, Charlie ?"

He nodded and croaked an ‘ Uh Huh ’.

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

He licked her labia and sucked on her swollen clit. When she felt him tongue-fucking her melted burrow Sara humped his look up against the wall behind his head. He spread his hired hand around her stern as she fucked his face and squeezed her ass until he felt her derriere flesh ooze between his fingers. Soon it was her twist to come.

"Oh piece of ass, Charlie !"

She pounded his face harder with her groin and he dug his fingerbreadth into the offer of her ass for a ameliorate grip. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's face, into his mouth and dripped from his Kuki. She leaned hard against him in case her legs buckled. She moaned as the waves flowed out of her.

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

She lowered herself onto her knees facing him. Charlie kissed her with his backtalk open air and their tongues slithered through a long, ho-hum dance.

"nooky me, Charlie,"Sara said softly.

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

After a couple min of watching Sara bouncing up and down Charlie took control. With his gumshoe still embedded inside her he lifted her and pivoted their dead body around so her ass was on top of the seat back. He started fucking her up against the wall.

"Ugh…Ugh…Ugh,"Sara grunted with each plunge of his cock into her."Yes, Charlie. screwing me. nooky me."

Charlie banged her like he was beating on a basso brake drum. He felt her cunt tighten around his cock with every chance event. He was thinking that this was a twat 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 back into the wallboard behind her and the banquette was creaking along with them. She knew she would be taking a razzing from the girls because this was so out of eccentric for her.

"I'm gon na come,"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 pick 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 come again,"she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie looked at the card."homo overhaul Counselor ?"he said.

"Yeah. partiality words for Social Worker."

"You're a Social prole ?"

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

"Wow, you are an impressive young 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."time lag till I get you in bed."

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

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

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Alex continued to ‘ work late'one night a hebdomad at Justin's stead. They had their routine down pat, the same night each week. Alex would show up at the Same time, get uncase, neatly hang up her clothes and lie in his bed. They would kiss, then she'd suck some cock, get her pussy licked and get laid. They were usually done in an hr and a half.

That was the Same night of the week that Charlie would ‘ body of work late'at Sara's apartment. He'd usually bug out of work a trivial early and go to Sara's billet. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had versatile oils and lotions and candles burning in her bedroom. They'd be naked in the bed in immediate fashion and they would plunge right into some kind of kinky, brute sex which would top to loud, enraptured climax. Then as they lay in bed resting they would peach about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to fondling and fondling and licking and sucking and it would culminate in more conventional shag and climaxes.

The commencement fourth dimension at Sara's she spent the low half hour sucking on his balls and playing with his asshole. With his cock like a hot rod in her deal and his balls swiveling in her mouth Charlie ejaculated all over himself without even inserting it. Then she sat on his face until she came, sucked his cock, then fucked him.

The next week they did anal. The workweek after that Charlie got a bump job and a dildo up his ass at the Saami clip. She licked his whoreson ; he licked hers. There were oily massages, slick bodies rubbing and hot cd wax sizzling on sweaty frame. Every hebdomad was exciting and there was always a surprise.

But what Charlie began to cherish as often as the sex were their intermezzo. He enjoyed their conversations during the ease meter between their opening and closing acts. She was so easy to lecture to and not afraid to spread 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 extra money. She graduated with pureness and then came home and got the job as a mixer doer. The pay wasn't outstanding so she got the job dancing at the club. She could ca-ca twice her social worker pay by stripping three transmutation a week. She was working on a master copy degree in Psychology. She was bisexual. Her death two intimate relationships before Charlie had been with women.

Charlie opened up to Sara quite a bit as well. Sara instinctively knew that his marriage must be on the fritz ; she didn't think he would be coming to her apartment to fuck her once a week otherwise. After a twosome month of their hebdomadally rendezvous Charlie was holding Sara in his arm and her head was resting on his bureau when he finally told her what she already knew.

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

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

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

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

There was an ungainly muteness while Charlie tried to forecast out what to say.

"Uh, no,"he said."At to the lowest degree I don't think so. I only went to that cabaret to lionize a friend's natal day, not expecting to notice 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 maintain her ?"

There was another ill at ease pause as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"Does she find the same way ?"

"I really don't know."

Sara shifted her system of weights and looked at him."May I make a proffer ? A distich suggestions, actually."

"Sure,"he said.

"first-class honours degree, you need to chance out. And we have to terminate. And she has to stop. If she feels the Lapp way you do then you both have to form together to fix what is broken. I remember you and Alex as a felicitous, beautiful couple. Do you want to get that back ?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then you need to get occupy. 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 responsible 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 society,"Sara said.

"Yeah, right,"Charlie said.

"No, I'm grave,"she said."It happens a lot. Couples are in a rut, they come in together, get a private show, watch each early getting off and then all of the sudden they're in honey and fucking like lapin again."

"You kidding me ?"

"Nope."

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

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

"Go home, Charlie,"she said."Your anniversary is coming up in a few hebdomad. If you want to last out together, get to put 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 sofa in the family room. She had a account book in her hand, a beverage on the table and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove.

Charlie didn't know that Alex had ended her affair the hebdomad before. She and Justin had been in mid-fuck in his bed when a mad woman started banging on his front line door and screaming and cursing. She was calling him a bastard and a liar and a shithead and a no-good putz loud enough for the unanimous construction and half the neighborhood to hear. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to stop. So they threw on some dress and Justin answered the door. The woman ranted and raved and screamed at both of them, called Alex a slut and a whore and asked Justin if she was the other married bitch he was fucking. The woman picked up lamps and various items and started throwing them around the keep room. Good old Justin had been screwing this char every week on a different Nox. Alex told Justin to go fuck himself and got out of there pretty damn agile before the cops showed up.

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

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

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

Charlie nodded his headspring."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 aspect shriveled and saddened and she exploded into rent. She sobbed uncontrollably for several minute and cried ‘ I'm so drab'and ‘ I hate myself'a brace XII times. When her crying was reduced to a whimper Charlie got up and sat beside her on the lounge. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. Her tears soaked into his shirt.

"It's okay,"he said.

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

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

"How did you know ?"

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

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

"Do you still screw 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 lose you."

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

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

They proceeded to own one of the most suggest conversations they'd had in years. There was plenty of pain to go around for both of them but as they cleansed their sense of right and wrong they opened the doors to a impertinent start.

Alex told Charlie about how it had started. Justin was unseasoned and openhanded and he would come into the office and hit on her. She was now in her forties and it felt good to be wanted by a guy still in his mid-twenties. She had been flattered but still turned him down many multiplication. Until one time she said okay, she'd have a boozing with him after work. And one matter led to another and they were having an affair. It really meant nothing and wasn't meant to end. And then she finds out the son-of-a-bitch is fucking at to the lowest degree one former married woman at the same time.

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

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

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

"Huh ? Who is it ?"

"I'm not going to secernate you. But I will indicate you."

"What are you talking about ?"

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

"Are you crazy ?"

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

They kissed again, another cushy, long one. Charlie loved touch and tasting her mouth again.

"testament you go with me ?"

"You mean you're really not going to recount 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 assailable and finale 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 have intercourse on a couch ?"Charlie asked, after a present moment of silence.

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

They were soon making out and their wear came off a opus at a time. Then they were naked and their wearing apparel were in a heap on the wood flooring and they had sex on the sofa. Although it may have got lacked the kinky wildness Charlie had enjoyed lately, it felt like a long-awaited welcome-home company to him. He luxuriated in the conversant sense of smell of Alex and the taste and spirit of her hide and her breaking ball and her sweaty human body and the piquancy of her pussy and the snugness of her backtalk around his dick, and remembered all the reason he'd fallen in erotic love with her twenty-some geezerhood before.

-- --

The next day Charlie called Sara and set up a 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 comfortable,"he answered.

It was Friday after oeuvre. Charlie came habitation and grabbed a beer and waited for Alex as she showered and changed clothes. Charlie was not disappointed when she appeared. She had on her sexy calamitous dress that showed off her farsighted legs and slim physique and its low-necked top did the Lapp for her top one-half. The indulgent, mordant fabric subtly outlined the buoyant contour of her bra-less tits.

"Damn, I think I might induce to cancel tonight. stop house and rip your dress off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his arms. She smelled great. It was a fruity redolence he'd given her on her final stage birthday.

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

"I don't know exactly what is in computer memory 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 concern when they crossed into the elderly, scruffy part of the city.

"Where are you taking me ?"

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

-- --

They walked into the club hand-in-hand and stopped just inside the door to survey the place. The junction was already jumping with the Fri after-work crowd. well-nigh board were filled and music was cranking. They found butt at the bar and Charlie ordered a beer for himself and a E. B. White vino for Alex. He mentioned to the barkeeper that they had a reservation for the back elbow room, and gave him his name.

On the stage before them a skinny lady friend was almost down to her birthday lawsuit. She didn't have much up top but had a nice ass and was swinging it pretty thoroughly. She seemed to take special notice of Alex, and was looking right at her and smiling when she peeled off her thong. She started humping in their counselling with her naked snatch and then spread it open for them with her fingers.

"Oh My God !"Alex said.

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

"Oh My God !"Alex said again.

A Loretta Young redheaded woodpecker tapped Charlie on the articulatio humeri and said to follow her. They grabbed their drinks and were led through the door and down the hall to the Same private room he'd been to previously. candela emanated a sonant glowing around the elbow room and soft, swampy music was playing.

"Have a seat, make yourselves comfortable. Lexi will be with you shortly,"redheader 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 stuffy and hugged his arm.

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

"Oh, please…"

"I'm serious."

The door opened and Sara walked in and across the minuscule room. She turned the music up slightly and turned to face them. She wore a turquoise wrapper that was layered around her lean, slick bod. She kicked off her heels. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the pole in the center of the way and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

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

"She sent me household to you, Honey."

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

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

"You didn't come here tonight to see me hunch a rod, did you ?"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, silky blacken skirt and a silklike black bra.

"Who wants a lap saltation ?"she said.

"Charlie,"Alex said.

"Are you going to look out, Alex ? Or are you going to take part ?"

"I like to watch,"Alex said.

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

She turned to her left. There were three small release on her right hip. Alex looked at ice yacht tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the skirt and handed it to her. A tenuous Shirley Temple thong barely covered her sex. sea scooter tossed the skirt at the pole and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his shaft with her pussy and thrust her tit in his face.

Charlie's cock was strong and he pushed it into Sara's grinding groin as he sucked on her pierced teat through the thin fabric of her bra. She held his head in her custody as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took pap and atomic number 79 halo into his mouth. Alex watched in awe as her husband sucked like a hungry camel on the stripper's tits.

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

She leaned toward Alex with her arm around Charlie's head. Her other hired hand went onto the butt on the other position of Alex for support.

"Unhook me, Alex."

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

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

Alex hesitated at first but Sara's tongue was emphatic and she opened her oral fissure to accept it. She was not accustomed to kissing other women and had not come to the night club expecting to be french-kissing their old babysitter, but watching her husband sucking this attractive unseasoned woman's boob had been a turn-on.

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

This time there was no disinclination. Alex went with it, her lips eagerly opened for business and her tongue twirled in Sara's rima oris. With a mouthful of nipple and gold Charlie watched them and tried not to smile.

Alex put her arm around Sara and rubbed her book binding as they kissed. Charlie played with the thong strap that was sunken in the crack of Sara's ass. He put his other hand between her legs. Her thong was dampen. Sara arced her slit into his hand.

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

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

Alex jabbered a squeaky sigh when Sara licked her naked nipple, and then another when she sucked it into her mouth. Charlie took his pull up stakes script away from Sara's genitals and scooted himself finisher to Alex and as soon as he was close enough his wife sucked his tongue into her mouth. All three consistency were a leaning, twisted form on the bench : Charlie passionately kissing his wife while she was having her boob sucked by a foxy Loretta Young lady who had his fingerbreadth up her ass. Meanwhile, Charlie's compacted swollen peter was dying to get out of his pants.

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

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

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

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

Sara drove her all facial expression into Alex's slice, ramming her tongue into her open bowl and chomping on her ripe tamale. Alex leaned her cunt toward the origin of her pleasure.

Charlie had his married woman's tongue in his mouth and her chest in his hired hand when he felt Sara's bridge player start rubbing his inflated cock. It was fourth dimension to let his horse out of the b. He unbuckled his rap and opened his trouser. His cock sprung out and upward like the needle on a charismatic compass six blocks from the North rod. Sara stroked it as she continued chowing down on Alex's saturated fumble. Alex put her handwriting on Sara's and they jerked him together.

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

"Oh, shit !"she said.

"What's the matter ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's clit respective solid sucks before she sprayed. Charlie felt his married woman's script constrain around his cock as she came, and she moaned and her torso shook as her pussy let loose. Her cum covered Sara's face in a gush like Charlie couldn't recall.

"Oh, God, ice yacht, I'm sorry,"Alex said.

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

"I do now,"Alex said, and pulled Sara's head up to hers and kissed her like it was the most natural thing she'd ever done. Charlie watched their long kiss, and his boo-boo, with Alex's hand 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 shoes. Then they knelt on the floor in front end of him. His cock stood put up like a guided missile ready to knock down 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 clip. Then Sara took the whole damn thing into her lip and throat.

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

Charlie sat back moaning and groaning as Alex sucked his rooster and Sara teabagged his balls. He knew he would get in a New House of York arcminute and he did. He shot his shipment 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 sight of his wife and his ex-mistress french-kissing with his cum seeping from between their lips.

His cock didn't get very much of a break, though. Charlie ate a duet snatch and then he was able to gravel his dick into both as well as the girls sat side-by-side making out. And the thou finale was sublime. He fucked his wife doggy-style while she had her cheek in Sara's crotch eating Scooter Pie. Sara just looked at him with a dreamy smiling on her face until she came.

-- --

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

On the drive place they held hands ; They couldn't remember the last clock time they'd done that. Back at the star sign they showered together ; They couldn't remember the 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-coloured and ordered Chinese food for thought 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 slit. Alex said she got off on seeing him fucking and eating Sara, too. Charlie asked her if she'd like to do it again sometime. She said maybe she would.

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

-- --

Sara had been right. Their disturbed tripartite night had ignited their sex lifespan to a new pinnacle. They were both thankful to have each other back. No sneaking around, no lie, no simulation. Alex had a refreshing, new desire to blow Charlie's cock and take it up the ass. Charlie wanted to have it away her, eat her pussy and puzzle out her ass all the metre. They were athirst for each other again. They made plans.

But Alex took something else away from that night, too. Sex with Sara had been brand new and excite. Her sexual climax 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 commencement fourth dimension but she knew what to do. And she wanted to do it some more. She could close her eyes and breathe in and smell Sara's delicious cunt.

Over the be 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 women too, watching them, taking in their bend, wondering what it would be like with them. Would they be up for it ? But she wouldn't know how to draw close it and she didn't want to make a privy affair with a woman. No, if she was going to be intimate char, it would have to be with Charlie. Or at to the lowest degree with his consent.

-- --

Their lines of communication had never been better. Alex and Charlie had both briefly strayed, but they had come back together inviolable than ever. Their sex was to a greater extent acute and more often than ever, and they agreed that their experience with Sara was monumental in contributing to their newfound togetherness and might even give saved their marriage. They agreed they should amount up with a way to show their gratitude.

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

Alex couldn't shake the memory of the fervor she'd felt when Sara was licking her and eating her and sucking her and the sudden fury with which she had come. She knew she had to get another woman down there. She wanted some kitty-cat and found herself checking out fair sex she'd see everyday.

For their day of remembrance Alex and Charlie went away for a week to a resort down by the coast. Celebrating twenty old age of a successful marriage…except for a few week there when they both went sideways before getting back on running. Whenever they weren't in the way fucking they were out by the pool or in the couch 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 future week Alex called Sara's cell phone. It went to voicemail so she left a message asking her to cry. The adjacent day Sara called back. They said their hellos and then Alex got to the purpose of her call.

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

"That's undecomposed, glad to try it,"Sara said.

"Anyway, we'd like to charter you out to dinner. To stick around in touch modality, and to say Thank You."

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

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

There was a pause on the melodic phrase while Sara hesitated, thinking about the invitation. There had been recent changes in her life that Alex didn't know about.

"OK, let's."Sara said."I'd love to."She was thinking it might be a skilful metre to ask them to repay the favor if they were serious about it.

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

They set the date for two weeks hence.

-- --

Charlie had made a booking at a riverfront eating house that was highly-rated and known for steaks and seafood. Alex wore her hottest, sexiest jumpsuit that showed off her segmentation and her frame, hoping Sara would notice. She had no estimation 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 and were seated at a selection cubicle with a river thought. They told the host they were waiting on one Sir Thomas More and ordered beverage. They had just taken their first sips of their cocktails when Sara entered the room.

She looked different than she had at the strip club, but stunning nonetheless. Tight disastrous bird, red silky top that clung to her, golden-brown legs with well-defined calves. Her blonde hair had a new wave 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 keister and ordering a gin soda water. There was small talk at first : You look great, so do you, how have you been, this place is enceinte, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The server returned and they ordered a endorse beat and placed their dinner orders. Then Sara redirected the conversation.

"I quit stripping,"Sara said.

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

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

"The night the three of us shared at the club, that was a first for me. I know I was a stripper well for respective class, but I was not a cocotte. All I ever did were lap terpsichore and hand line of work. Until that night with you two, I had never kissed a man or a char from the club, I had never fucked a man or a womanhood from the social club, and I had never had an orgasm with a man or fair sex 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 exclusively office of it. I was turned on because you two were so into each early. I remembered how hot and glad you looked when I used to babysit for you. And you went through a rough out patch but Charlie didn't hesitate when I asked him if he loved you and wanted to keep you, and that Nox 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 feature it. I got up the nerve and contacted him. He still loves me. I still love him."

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

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

Alex said yes, that was unfeigned, 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 woman into our bed. And now, Arlo is very bi-curious himself ; and I have to admit I wouldn't judgment seeing him with another man…and participating, which would intend bringing another man into our bed.

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

Sara sat back while she let those last language sink in. She looked across the tabular array. Alex had a shy, insidious smile on her face. Charlie looked like a deer in the headlights. Alex turned to Charlie.

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

"I don't know…"he said slowly.

"What's the matter, Charlie ?"Sara said softly."Think of the theory. You'd get to see me and Alex going at it again, I know that turns you on. I get hot just thinking about it. And you would be able to have your way with two wily peeress at the Saami meter, good Alex ?"

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

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

"What's the big mickle, Charlie ?"Sara cooed, leaning close."Just go with it. Arlo just wants to see what it's like to draw a cock, Charlie. You let me take up it, Alex sucks it."

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

"What's the difference ? If it feels unspoilt, 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 duo beverage, meet Arlo and see what happens."

They agreed to the program and scheduled the get-together for the following Saturday even. Alex figured she had nearly a week to get Charlie primed and ready.

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

-- --

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

She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She pulled out the crisper drawer and found a large, even-shaped zucchini, eight inches long. She went to the bedroom. She could hear Charlie peeing in the master bathroom so she put the squash on the end table, unappareled and lay on the bed. Charlie was naked when he came out of the john and got into bed beside her. Immediately they started kissing and Alex's hand made a beeline for Charlie's cock. She massaged his lump 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 pussy and swished it around, then glided it into his prick. She sucked him as she reamed him from behind.

Charlie moaned and swung his core into her oral cavity in sync with the finger throbbing his ass. After a twosome mo 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.

"drill,"she said.

She lowered it to her pussy and jammed it inside. She stroked it in and out of her a number of time, sighing with each plunge. Then she took it out, raised it to her face and sucked the length of it into her mouthpiece, in then out, several clock time. Charlie watched her with a smirk on his face. She rammed it back into her bozo and spun it around, getting it ripe and wet and funky. She handed it to Charlie.

"You try it,"she said.

He laughed but went along. He sucked a duad inches into his mouth and pulled it out. Alex egged him on and he did it again, then again. He had a big oral fissure 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 twat and shoved it in several column inch. The bulk of the veggie protruded from her twat.

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

Charlie shook his top dog and laughed. She pushed him in that focal point. He swiveled down and around so his brass was between her thighs and looked up at her and express joy again.

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

She watched Charlie open his sassing wide and wrap his back talk around her right appendage, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Sabbatum night.

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