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April Fools

By: Time2Play



Devil worship. I don't know who came up with the notion first, but we had the idea that every Friday night, the county kennel club was hosting satanic mass, and we wanted to spy on the proceedings. At 18, we were still childish enough to believe in such hobgoblins and far too curious for our own good.

We planned the night carefully, packing my car with flashlights, bourbon, and breath mints. Close to midnight when we figured the ceremony would be held, I parked the car a mile away from the club and Joe squeezed my hand. "We don't have to do this, you know" he said.

I smiled into his vivid blue eyes. "It's okay, as long as we're together" I said, pulling him to me for a long kiss. I nibbled at his bottom lip, then ran my tongue along the inside of his mouth, tasting the bitter bourbon. "Come on."

We trekked nervously down the deserted country lane, holding hands, stopping every few feet for a quick embrace. The night was clear, with just enough light from the full moon to show us the way. As he held me close, I could feel his cock stiffen against my belly, and I responded by running my hands down his back, then lightly playing my fingers over his crotch. "A little excited?" I joked. Aside from our breathing, the only sounds were the leaves rustling in the trees and the peepers off in the distance. 

As we drew closer to the building, we could see the dim, flickering candles through the window. "They must be in there," he whispered, "but I don't see any cars." He was right. There were no cars parked along the dirt road, and the gravel lot alongside the building was empty. "How did they get here?" he wondered aloud. We were mystified, as there were no nearby houses and the road went on for miles with nothing but trees on either side.

Still clasping hands, we padded closer to the lot. I was shivering - a combination of the chill in the air and apprehension for what we were about to witness. Joe drew me in for one last kiss, cradling my face in his strong hands. My hands stole to his firm ass, caressing it through his tight jeans. "I need you," I whispered into his mouth, "I want to feel you inside of me." I ran my finger up his jaw, tracing a scar that left a bare line on his left eyebrow. The fear was leaving me breathless and wanting. 

"Shh, listen," Joe whispered. "Do you think they'll be chanting in there?" We treaded closer to the wall, headed towards the window. "I'll pull myself up on the window sill to see, then I'll pick you up to look. Get ready to run if I say so." He reached up and grabbed the brick sill with both hands and pulled himself up gracefully to peer inside. He was there a few seconds. "Oh my god," he said. "You'll never believe this." He positioned himself behind me to lift me up to the window, but before he could pick me up, he splayed his hands across my stomach and pressed himself up against me from behind. I took his hands and moved them to my breasts and he kneaded them briefly before sliding his right hand down to cup my crotch. Then he squatted, grasping me around the thighs to lift me to the window. I stared hard, not believing the sight, for right before my eyes stood an empty room, stripped of everything but one flickering nightlight on the opposite wall. I let out a gasp of air, not realizing I had been holding my breath and Joe released me slowly to slide down his body. He was shaking and when I turned to him, I saw that he was laughing.

I let out a whoop and batted him in the chest. "You knew!" I shrieked. "You knew all along!" I continued to playfully hit him in the chest, poking his ticklish stomach, as he backed away from me, peals of laughter ringing in the air. I resumed my onslaught until he was backed into the wall of the building, so spent from laughing that he was doubled over. "I can't believe you did this to me. You knew how scared I was, you knew. . ." He placed his index finger over my lips to silence my tirade, then replaced his finger with his lips.

"April Fool's," he whispered. 

We kissed like that for several moments until I forgot my pique. I took command then and pushed him up against the wall, nuzzling his neck, kissing and nibbling around the sensitive area of his ear. He reached down to touch my breasts. "Don't touch me," I ordered and he allowed his hands to fall back to his sides. I unbuttoned his shirt, kissing bare skin as I went, licking and nipping at his hardened nipples. I stood back up, staring into his eyes as I undid the buckle of his belt, then dropping to my knees in supplication. I gazed up at him. His face was shadowed from this position, but I knew how he would look. His face would be flushed, his mouth open in desire, his eyes glazed over. I unzipped his zipper and freed his stiff cock from the confines of his tight jeans. It sprang free and a drop of moisture formed on the tip. I lightly licked it away and heard a sharp intake of breath. I ran my thumb along the underside of his shaft, then closed my small hand around length of him, gently stroking him before taking him into my mouth. I kept my mouth wide open, teasing the head with my teeth, flicking my tongue across the slit. I took more of him into my mouth, just grazing his cock with my teeth, never closing my lips around him. He moaned and placed his hands on my head, gently grasping my hair. I teased him like this for an eon, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth with only the tips of my teeth and my lightly flicking tongue for friction. When his breathing became labored, I released his penis from my mouth and gently cupped his balls in my hands, then took them in my mouth to suckle at them. I ran my fingernails up and down the insides of his quivering thighs, grasped the base of his cock again and took him into my mouth, closing my lips tightly around him. I worshipped his cock like this until his balls tightened and he groaned softly before coming in my mouth. I cleaned him off with my tongue, then he pulled me up for a kiss before I moved to pull away.

"You're not getting away that easily," he chuckled. "There's so much more to come."

April Fools



It was definitely starting to look like I was going to have to end things with Eden. There was nothing wrong with her exactly: cute, nice body, average intelligence, laughed at my jokes, sweet—that was it, actually. She was sweet. Everything about her said nice, stable, and completely, utterly dull. Everything had to match and line up; even her sets of underwear went immediately into the laundry as soon as she took them off in preparation for sex (with the lights out). She said it was so that the set was always clean at the same time. Our dates were the same every time: dinner and a movie. Dinner was always something like Applebee's or Olive Garden (she didn't like anything spicy); the movie was always a romantic comedy (if she chose) or something with bombs or robots or maybe both (if I chose). We'd go back to her place (white wicker furniture, lots of throw pillows, a yippy Maltese who seemed to hate me), have really quick, missionary sex (she always had a condom at the ready and kept a little white wicker trash basket by the nightstand for immediate disposal), and then I'd go home and wonder how much longer I could withstand the boredom.

On St. Patrick's Day, we went out to a bar with some friends. It was the first time she'd introduced me to anyone else in her life, so I was hoping that maybe that might spark something. Nope. Debbie was an attractive redhead with nothing at all to say; Nicole was chatty, but looked like a mess. I could feel my friends (single guys are always hoping for new resources) rolling their eyes at what I'd managed to line up for them. It was a total bust and everyone went home early. Eden and I had sex that was over even faster than usual and I lay there that night, figuring out exactly what the best way was to end this mess.

The next couple of weeks were busy and I didn't get a chance to do it. I was buried in work and it was easy to just ignore her texts (they were always boring anyway). There was a new woman at work also, if I'm being completely honest, and I found myself spending all my time thinking about her. When I started thinking about Veronica while I was grabbing my dick, I knew I had to break it off with Eden immediately. I texted her to meet for coffee at lunchtime the next day, then thought about Veronica sucking me off until I came in her mouth until I came all over my own hand. I slept like a baby.

The coffee shop wasn't crowded, but there were enough people there that I wasn't worried about Eden making a big scene when I cut her loose. She smiled her usual pretty, boring smile at me. I noticed that I could see down her low-cut blouse to her full breasts, encased in some very sexy black lace and my cock immediately stiffened in response—but I forced myself to concentrate on the task at hand. "Hi," she said. "Haven't heard from you in a while." She didn't seem upset, just commenting. Dull as ever. 

"Busy at work," I said, not even sounding apologetic to myself. An image of Veronica getting busy at work, maybe opening her legs to me while sitting on the copier, letting me fuck her while the copies continue to come spitting out of the machine... Eden was saying something that I missed, but I caught the end of it.

"... at my place?" She was waiting for an answer. Uh... "You wanted to meet here to break up, right?" 

Well, I was definitely not expecting that. "Um..."

She laughed a little. "I was asking if you wanted to just walk over to my place. You've left a few things there, thought you might want them back." Still no upset, no nothing. This woman was so boring she couldn't even make a break-up interesting. I congratulated myself on making the right decision, knowing I'd be free of her in the next thirty minutes, free to move on to Veronica (onto Veronica, into Veronica... oh, yes). 

Her apartment was right around the corner. She opened the door and the damn dog came yapping at me. I almost cheered out loud as I thought about never having to see that animal again. Or the wicker furniture. Or the avalanche of throw pillows. "Just wait here," Eden said. "I'll put your things in a bag for you." She went into the bedroom. I stood in the doorway, not even wanting to commit myself to sitting down: the sooner this was done, the happier I'd be. I pulled out my phone to text Veronica about getting a drink after work. The little dog growled at me. "Schazi, come here!" she called from the bedroom. I heard her putting him into his kennel and felt like I'd won somehow. Jesus, I was definitely making the right choice if I was feeling pumped over trumping the dog.

Eden came back with a few things in the bag. I didn't even look. She seemed a little out of breath and flushed. Again, I noticed that delicious cleavage under her filmy blouse. Was it my imagination or was one more pearl button undone? And had she been wearing lipstick when she went in there? Eden leaned over me to lock the door and I noticed perfume—something different, almost raunchy smelling, just on the edge of dirty. What was that? I think she caught me looking at her and she smiled at me. Wait, did she just lock the door? Why did she lock the door?

"What are you doing?" I asked her. She pulled her hair back off her neck and looked me in the eye in a way that was both unnerving and oddly hot. She fingered the next button on her blouse and I felt my cock jump in response. "Eden, come on. I have to get back to work."

"Okay," she said, undoing the button. Then another one. The black lace over her the round curve of her breasts was now completely visible and I was more than semi-hard. 

"What are you doing?" I repeated like an idiot. 

"Just changing my clothes," she said. "I'm very sad about getting dumped and I need to make myself feel better. Do you want to watch?"

I wanted to say no, I swear I did, but now her blouse was completely open and she was sliding her fingers into the waistband of her skirt, unzipping... Frankly, this was the most interesting our relationship had ever been. I nodded. She pointed at a chair. "You sit there. You can watch, but you can't touch." I sat. I watched. Still in her black heels, she slid the skirt down her hips and let it fall to the floor, revealing the black lace thong underneath. For once, I was thrilled about her obsession with matched sets. I could see my hard-on swelling out the front of my pants, pressing on my fly. She stood in front of me now, all black lace, red lipstick, dirty perfume, loose hair, and peekaboo blouse. Who the hell was this anyway?

"Do you want to see how I make myself feel better?" she asked, standing there, lightly running her hands over her curves. I swallowed and nodded. "Answer me," she said.

"Yes," I said, my hand drifting toward my cock, now aching as it pushed for release. 

"You can look, but you can't touch." She looked directly at my cock. "Anything."

Whoa.

"Can you do that?" Again, she gave me that direct look that went straight to my balls. I nodded. "Answer me."

"Yes."

"Okay." She ran her index finger inside her bra, over her nipple, shuddered a little. "If you can't, we'll have to do something about it. Got it?"

"Yes." I was transfixed by her finger, her nipple, the other hand now caressing the curve of her own ass.

"Good." She sighed with pleasure as she tweaked her own nipple. "Because I'm still feeling so—confined. Would you give me a hand with this?" She dipped in front of me, offering a prime view of her lace-covered ass as she lowered down so I could reach the clasp of her bra. Another wave of that primal perfume hit me and it was all I could do to keep from immediately breaking my vow, grabbing her hips, and thrusting into her from behind. Instead, I undid the bra. She let it drop to the floor, now down to the thong and the heels. Have mercy.

She turned to face me again and I caught my breath without meaning to; she smiled at my reaction, but I don't know what else she expected when I was confronted with the contrast of her skin and the lace of the thong, the ripeness of her breasts and the dark pink hardness of her nipples, showing so clearly how much she was enjoying this. She slid her index fingers into the edge of the thong, tugging at it. She walked around the room, fixing the pillows on the couch, straightening some picture frames on the side table, letting me get a good, long view of her nearly bare body. It was a very good view. 

Then she got right up close to me, leaning over so her breasts were almost in my face. Without even thinking about it, I leaned forward to meet her and licked her nipple. She moaned, arching her back, gasped, and I reached for her. She pulled back.

"No." She was breathing heavily, definitely flushed now, and I could smell how turned on she was, but she still drew away. "You broke your agreement." From somewhere, she produced two silk scarves and before I even registered what she was doing, she'd tied my hands. What the—"You look, but you don't touch," she said firmly, tightening the knots. Then she straddled my lap. My cock grew still further, luxuriating in the pressure of her pussy against my fly. "I can touch you though," she whispered, pulling back from me and taking away that mind-blowing grinding. "When I want to. Why don't you make me want to?"

I saw where this was going now and I was totally there. "How should I make you want to?" I asked her. She gestured for me to lie on the floor. I did so, eagerly, even the little bit of friction afforded by this movement making me groan in excitement. She stood over me and slowly, carefully, peeled away that lace thong until I was looking up the length of her high heels and silken legs, directly at her pink, swollen pussy. "Can I...?" I gestured with my tied hands toward her. Graciously, she sat in the chair I'd vacated and spread her legs, inviting me to show her what I wanted.

I scrambled toward her, registering somewhere in my brain that this was probably the last way I'd ever imagined this afternoon going, that I should be back at work, that I didn't care if I got fired, this was so totally worth it. All thoughts were lost in burying my tongue within her, spreading her pink lips apart so that I could find and devour her clit. I found myself grinding against the floor like a frustrated teenager, seeking the relief of any kind at this point. She moaned, pushing her hips against my mouth, looking for more. I could tell she was getting close as she got louder, more demanding. "Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Lick me there. Give me your whole tongue, yes. Oh my God. Yeah. Yeah. Finish me."

I pulled back. "And then what?" My cock was conducting negotiations at this point. I was intoxicated by the feel of her skin, the smell of her wetness, the sight of her all spread out like this, hot and flushed everywhere.

Nearly panting, she licked her lips. "Finish me and then we'll see." 

I knew I should probably hold out, but I didn't even want to. I went back to licking, sucking, feeling her thrust and grind against my tongue until she came, clutching at the back of my head and flooding my mouth. She'd hardly finished coming when she pushed me back, unzipped me, pulled out my cock, and straddled me in one fluid motion. I barely had time to register that she had slid my entire length inside her before she was pumping me, squeezing at my shaft with her still-spasming pussy, so slick that I almost slipped out of her. Her swollen clit hit against my base with each thrust, seeming to start her up all over again as she ground against me like a stripper on a pole. I didn't want it to stop, but I was helpless to resist as she came again, forcing me to come with her, coming so hard I clenched my ass, feeling like I was frozen in time as I came and came. 

When I could finally breathe again, I opened my eyes to find her lying next to me. "What the hell was that?" I asked. 

She giggled. "My friends bet me that I couldn't make you think I was the most boring girlfriend in the world and then change your mind with one fuck. Did it work?"

I looked around at the underwear, the scarves on my wrists, the overturned chair. "I think so."

"Did you really think I was that vanilla?" She ran her finger along my inner thigh and watched my cock twitch in response.

"Maybe," I said, feeling myself start to harden again, then jumping back to life as the warm wetness of her mouth embraced me, her tongue running a delicious line from my head to my balls.

She lifted her head for a moment and smiled at me. "April Fool's."



April Fools Dare



Foreword

Okay, here's one for the April Fools contest. It was fun to write, I hope you enjoy it.

The following is in no way autobiographical, but the beach bar/restaurant does exist, as does the Sunflower Hotel in Hoi An, Vietnam. Oh, and there are also bikini-clad cuties on Cua Dai beach -- occasionally. *wink*

Other than those points, the rest of the stuff is made up.

Thank you for reading. Feedback is appreciated.

GA -- Da Nang, Vietnam -- 4th of March 2015.

***

They walked along the beach, two of them -- one white-blonde while the other's hair was the colour of a raven's wing. Using the old pervs' trick, which was simply pretending not to look, I tracked them as they approached. The ruse probably had nobody fooled, but I couldn't help ogling.

The pair drew level with my position and then passed by, the East Vietnam Sea swelling benignly just beyond them. I ignored the blue water and Cham Island in the distance because the view was much better close-in, my attention set on two of the most delectable rear-ends I'd seen in a good long time.

I indulged in a smug little smile before tilting the bottle to my lips: midday and I was swigging cold beer in the shade of a bar with a palm-frond roof while watching two beautiful girls walk by. It was a moment to savour, the pair of them in the skimpiest of dental-floss bikini briefs, the tops just as insignificant.

My mind wandered through one of those little imaginings that has no chance of ever enjoying life. At fifty-nine, I was an old geezer, invisible as far as those girls would be concerned -- but I didn't let that stop me thinking about it.

Sighing, I took another gulp at the beer, consigning the pair to the wank-bank. In my head I stored away long, tanned legs; superb derrieres; tight waists and the curve of their spines, the feminine form with the power to incite sane men to crazy acts.

The dark one was the taller of the two, her hips not quite as broad, the immaculate cheeks of her arse higher and tighter and worth a smidgen more money if I was buying -- which is the only way I'd ever enjoy physical intimacy with a girl like either of them.

The days of firm young flesh were well over for me. If I wanted it, I'd have to pay for it. For one as hot as the two I'd just watched saunter past the beach bar I'd have to fork out a lot of readies, which sucked all the romance out of it as far as I was concerned. A cold business transaction simply didn't appeal. So I watched and I dreamed.

...And then did a double take when I noticed the girls had turned a one-eighty and were on the return leg. Then I realised they weren't going past but had veered off, their path curving towards the bar.

They'd looked good thirty yards away on the sand, up close they were stunning.

I did my best to appear nonchalant, like I hadn't noticed -- Another epic fail as pointless as pretending not to look at them in the first place.

When I went to gulp beer I found the bottom of the bottle, my throat working as I pretended there was still liquid inside.

The girls paused and looked around, with the blonde's eyes settling on me. She nudged the dark-haired girl who then turned her focus my way while her friend muttered something I couldn't make out.

The dark one's green eyes bored holes in me, my face warming while an impression formed. I was aware of the blonde's sizeable breasts and her friend's less full-bodied frame. I registered the dark one was prettier, and somehow seemed nicer while the other looked a bit pouty and spoiled. Although I didn't have a chance to form any real opinion beyond the superficial at the time because it then dawned they were approaching my table.

Ridiculous hope surged. I felt a maelstrom in the pit of my stomach while carnal longing dragged at my vitals.

They arrived, the blonde with the bad attitude sauntering up while her friend slowly followed.

"Hiya," she said, cocking a hip while looking at me with her head canted to one side. "You English?"

I did my best to continue with the nonchalance while attempting not to stare with my mouth hanging open. It took a moment or two, but I finally managed a croaking, "Yes."

The girl nodded approval. "Great," she said and, with no further preamble, launched into her pitch. "Well, listen, me and my friend have walked along the beach and we've left our stuff with our friends." She waved a vague arm in the direction from which I'd seen them coming. "Thing is, we're thirsty and all our money is--" The blonde shrugged and left it hanging, the question obvious.

Now I have an intense dislike of females who use their physical appeal to their advantage. I hate being played in exactly the manner in which she was playing me.

Did she think I was an idiot? Did I look like I'd dropped off a Christmas tree?

It immediately struck me this girl had no qualms at all about using her body and her looks to cadge drinks from desperate old men. Under normal circumstances I would have laughed at her, but: first off, I was on my second beer and feeling the buzz; second they'd caught me off guard; and finally, well, I hate to admit it, but they really were sensational looking and I was a desperate old man. If it cost me the price of a couple of drinks to have the opportunity to gawp at them some more -- well, all right, I'd swallow my principles and do what the girl wanted.

"What would you like?" I asked in a drainpipe gurgle.

The blonde grinned and pointed to the bottle in front of me. "One of those."

She settled into a rickety chair and immediately setting about leaning in to rest her elbows on the table, breasts squeezed between her upper arms.

I couldn't help the gulp, my throat working to clear the sudden blockage as all my internal organs rose into my gullet.

The blonde's head tilted to one side, her frank appraisal settling on my face. I blinked and looked away towards the bar owner as he shuffled over, flip-flops scuffing on a frosting of sand on the concrete floor.

"What's your name," the blonde girl asked as he approached. "I'm Cate," she told me, "Cate with a C."

I turned back to her, blinking, confused by the qualification. "What?"

She rolled her eyes as though I was the stupidest lump she'd ever encountered. The, sighing, she spelled it out for me. "I used to be Kate with a K," the girl grinned. "But I thought that was too common so I changed it. Now I'm Cate with a C."

"Right," I replied, lost for any other response. "Okay--"

"I'm Zoe," the other girl said, saving me.

When my head went round again I saw Zoe settling onto a chair. She sat to the side of me, the action taking her smooth, bejewelled stomach and Chinese character tattoo out of my sight-line.

"I'm Graham," I told them both, asking Zoe what she wanted to drink.

She shrugged and pulled a face and then went on to make the order for the three of us.

The old man nodded and scuffed away, flip-flops making that nails-on-the-chalkboard scratch as he went.

"So, Graham," Cate said, leaning back in her seat. She threw an arm over the back of the chair, breasts straining at the cups of her insubstantial bikini bra. "How long are you here for?"

Cate stared at me with what appeared to be avid interest. I thought she was lovely: tanned, lithe, sweet boobs and flirty as they come, mesmerising me with big eyes and pink, most lips while twirling a stray wisp of blonde hair around a forefinger.

The girl was really playing me -- just for a beer!

"Three months," I replied, "longer if I can a visa extension."

I had the satisfaction of seeing Cate boggle for a moment.

"What -- are you rich or something?"

"Not really," I replied, pulling a face. "I'm working, so--"

The next question came from Zoe: "What do you do?"

"I write," I said, then waited for the inevitable, which came from Cate immediately.

"What do you write about?"

A slight hesitation before I delivered the answer.

"Erotica."

At which Zoe's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "Really?" she gasped.

"Fuck off!" was Cate's incredulous response. The blonde stared at me for a few seconds, cogs whirling. "Oh my God," she trilled after adjusting her assessment of me. She grinned broadly. "Like that Fifty Shades thing?"

"Not exactly," I said, wincing. "I'm nowhere near as popular."

Cate was gawping at me, expression comically idiotic for a few moments more. Then she blinked, her face morphing back to normal while saying, "Ah, hang on--" She waved a forefinger at me, grinning and nodding. "It's a joke, right?" Cate turned to her friend, eyes rolling. "He's taking the piss, Zoe. You know what today is?"

The dark-haired girl regarded her friend with a puzzled frown. "Wednesday?"

"April the first," Cate said, clapping her hands. "It's an April Fool! He's having us on." The girl pointed at me and laughed. "Good one. Almost got us."

The old man arriving with the beers interrupted the general hilarity. Zoe looked doubtful, her eyes flicking between me and Cate, who was still hooting, doubled up with exaggerated mirth, arms around her midriff.

Thirty seconds later Cate had calmed sufficiently to take a swig at the beer. "God, I don't believe I almost fell for it," she grinned, tilting the bottle to me. "You--"

By then she was really getting on my nerves. Little know-it-all-bitch...

A kaleidoscope of images flickered across a mental screen: Cate squirming across my lap while I hauled her insignificant bikini briefs down her thighs, her supreme rump wriggling as the mollusc of her quim pouted at me from the concavity at the tops of her thighs. I delivered a stinging blow to her bottom. I could hear Cate's yelp of surprise as she squirmed harder, another slap landing with a satisfying thwack before I kneaded her buttocks with my fingers.

"It's true," I said, shrugging. "I've got stuff published. I could show you--"

Cate's eyes narrowed. She leaned in, elbows on the table again, squishy breasts a magnet for my eyes. "Really?" she asked, her tone telling me she still wasn't completely convinced.

"Really," I replied, emphatic.

She recovered quickly, easing back, eyes fixed on my face. Cate kept looking at me as she lifted the bottle to her lips.

I watched her throat as she swallowed a mouthful.

"Would you write about me?" the girl purred, challenging me with her stare and taunting smirk.

My bottom lips curled as I mirrored her belligerence. I feigned deliberation, stretching it out for several seconds before saying, "Well ... I could. But my themes normally centre on a sexy mature woman who initiates a shy young man -- rites of passage stuff," I shrugged. "But I could," I added, pausing again before throwing down the gauntlet. "I'd need you to tell me what you'd like to be ... uh ... involved in. Purely for the story, I mean."

If I'd thought to put Cate on the back foot with my challenge, I was sorely mistaken.

A dark chuckle came out of her. Blue eyes flashed as she continued with the vulpine smirk. "Well," she drawled. "Just as a fantasy thing -- I'd never do it for real..."

I saw her flick a glance at Zoe.

"...But I'd love to be the girl in the middle of a gang-bang. Me and--" Cate's eyes closed, face tilting towards the ceiling, her lips pursed in a moue of concentration. "Oh," she continued, eyes snapping open. Cate waved a casual hand, "I dunno -- six or seven guys?"

I was digesting this when I heard Zoe snort.

"Centre of attention as usual," she said. "Fucking hell, Cate--"

The blonde bridled. "Fuck off," she snapped, meaning it, spitting the words at Zoe.

It was the first hint I had of any rivalry between the pair.

"Well," Zoe sighed, drawing the word out while rolling her eyes. "You're such a show-off sometimes."

They glared at each other for a few dangerous moments.

"Gang-bang, eh?" I said, interjecting purely to avoid any further confrontation. "I suppose I could do something--"

Half an hour later I was back in my room, laptop fired-up, the cursor blinking on a blank page, real work put aside. I held Cate and Zoe in my mind's eye while pondering for a time. In my head they were naked, a scene slowly forming.

The start is usually the trickiest point, and I wondered how to begin, finally opting to place Cate right in the middle of the action, an array of cocks presented to her immediately. It was odd, an unprecedented experience, but I could hear Cate's enthusiasm as I typed her imagined responses, and after that it was easy. I had 5000 words down a few hours later.

I blinked, wondering where the afternoon had gone.

It was 6 p.m. and I had an appointment to meet the girls.

***

Zoe: stunning in Roman sandals, brief denim skirt and loose-fitting singlet with the Chang beer logo on the front. At the beach the girl had worn her long straight hair tied up in a lazy knot on the top of her head, but when I met her and Cate outside the seething den of iniquity that fronted as the Sunflower Hotel she had it set free in a blue-black curtain which shimmered down her back.

Cate, predictably, went for something slightly more provocative. Her blonde hair was pulled tight in a ponytail, her full bosom packed into a tight tee-shirt. It was obvious she was naked under the shirt, nipples outlined as though she had two pebbles down there. I was sure I could make out the coins of her areolae, too. Skimpy boy shorts exaggerated the length of Cate's legs, my face warming at the recollection of the quick fantasy-reel I'd indulged in earlier in the day when I saw Spank Me emblazoned across the rear, a word allocated to each taut cheek.

In a deliberate effort to divert my focus from Cate's body I homed in on Zoe. "Thailand, eh?" I asked, pointing to the front of her vest.

She looked blank for a moment and then twigged. "Oh yeah. We were there before Cambodia, which was before here."

"Long trip?" I asked.

Zoe shrugged. "Six months. Then it'll be time to get a job and make a start on a career."

I was about to ask what plans she might have when Cate interjected with, "So ... Get anything written?"

Anxiety gripped my guts as I grimaced and said, "Well, yes. I managed to get something down." I was suddenly uncertain when they both stared at me, twin expressions expectant. "I don't know if it's any good--"

Cate pointed to the canvas bag I had slung over my shoulder. "You got it with you, yeah?"

I nodded. "My laptop. I don't have a printer where I'm staying -- and I haven't had time--"

"I want to read it," Cate cut in. "Now."

I eyed the broad, impressive façade of the hotel. I'd stayed there once myself a few years before. Back then it was a decent place with a swimming pool and a generous buffet breakfast, but, in the meantime it had been turned into a Backpacker hostel. I took a look at the Sunflower and imagined raucous pool parties, casual hook-ups and a breakfast bar which looked like it had been laid to waste by a plague of locusts.

"Uh, where did you have in mind?" I asked, reluctant to set foot inside the zoo.

"We could use your room, eh, Zoe?" Cate said to her friend before turning her attention to me. "She's got a private room -- own toilet and shower, too. Her dad doesn't like the idea of his little princess in dorms." The blonde rolled her eyes. "She's twenty-two for fuck's sake ... What does he think--"

"Why don't you just shut up about all that," Zoe put in, clearly exasperated. "You didn't work in a clothes shop while you were at uni, did you? Just because your father paid for everything ... Just because he's throwing money at you for this trip--

"You wouldn't believe the allowance he's given her," Zoe said to me. "We could stay in much nicer places but she wants to slum it."

A petulant Cate responded with, "Your old man's forking out for you, too. Don't make out like your dad's not rolling in it as well. You didn't have to work. He would have paid.

"Anyway," the blonde pouted. "It's more fun this way. I like staying in dorms."

"You just like the attention. All those smelly guys gawping at you--"

The situation seemed on the verge of violence so I interjected quickly. "Girls--" I said as they glared at each other. "Ladies ... Hey, there's no need for all this." I nudged my chin towards the hotel. "Could we use your room, Zoe? I think I'd prefer the privacy if it's all right with you." The thought of Cate reading the piece amid a crowd of grungy backpackers wasn't enthusing. I could just see her sharing my laptop around. "Or we could go to my place?" I offered.

Zoe eyed my scooter, eyebrows arched. "Three-up on that thing?" she replied. "Not a chance. Come on."

I followed the girls inside, feeling as conspicuous as a pair of bulldog's bollocks among the cool-kids and their attitude. It was a relief to get past all the mayhem and into the sanctuary of Zoe's private room on the second floor.

The door closed behind me and I looked at the girls as they sat side-by-side on the big bed.

It was a decent room: fair-sized, flat-screen television, heavy furniture typical of the region. I glanced around and saw it was either the bed or one of two hard-looking chairs to sit on, and since the girls were already on the bed, my options were limited.

"There's beer in the fridge," Zoe said, pointing.

Carnal longing yawed in my guts when I saw the girl's legs exposed up to her underwear.

"Pass a couple over," Cate called.

I popped the tabs on two cans of LaRue and handed them across.

They sipped simultaneously, both of them propped up with their backs against the headboard, legs straight out in front.

"I wanna read it," Cate said, grinning with indecent expectation while gesturing with one hand towards the laptop bag on my shoulder. "I wanna see what a slut you've made me into."

Odd concern for their good opinion settled inside me and my stomach lurched in a greasy slide of uncertainty as I said, "I hope you like it." I slid the laptop out of the bag. "I hope it isn't too graphic. I wasn't sure about the dialogue--"

I heard myself beginning to babble, so I shut up. It was too late anyway. I'd written what I had and I was there in the room with them. There were two choices: refuse to let them read the piece or get on with it. I did consider offering to email the thing after a little more work -- without the pair of them present to offer any criticism to my face when I looked up and saw them gawping at me. My nerve almost went, but then Cate whined at me to hurry up and I found some spine. Fuck it. She'll either like it or she won't. I'm not getting paid for it; I don't know them, so--

The laptop flickered into life.

A few mouse-clicks later it was up.

"There," I said, fingers of nervous anticipation taking a final squeeze at my guts. "All yours."

Then I grabbed a beer from the fridge, popped it open and took several deep gulps. With one can down I went for another, sipping as I sat down on the hard seat to await the jury's verdict.

***

I sat on the chair, slurping beer while waiting in an agony of trepidation. I watched the pair intently and over-analysed every arched eyebrow, mutter, or nudge of an elbow. I saw Zoe giggle and Cate gasp, the blonde's eyes coming up to meet my concerned gaze.

"You dirty fucking perv," she grinned.

The way Cate said it went a long way towards dispelling my anxiety. I'd seen some level of approval in her face and watched closely for more while Cate's lips moved as she read on.

At least they weren't laughing and pointing.

Eventually, with those girls perched on the bed, knees up, laptop between them, I asked, "Well, what do you think?"

Zoe's eyes caught mine. She held my stare for a few achingly long seconds before turning her face to Cate. "Well?" she asked. "What do you think?"

Cate looked up, eyes wide. She nodded, pouting. "I'm a slut," she smirked.




April Fools Dare



I was relieved to see Zoe nod in approval, her eyes on me before she turned to Cate and said, "Nothing new there." Her focus returned to me and she added, "I like it. It's--" Zoe paused, face tilted to the ceiling while searching for the word. "Raw," she finished. "It's dirty and nasty ... Elemental."

"Yeah," Cate put in.

"I dunno," Zoe went on. "But I feel all ... squirmy."

It was a pivotal moment and everything went weird a second or two later.

To my surprise, it was Zoe who did it. She had me boggling at her, slack-jawed with the shock of it when she looked at her friend and calmly said, "April fool dare, Cate ... But I bet you don't rub your pussy in front of us."

I wasn't sure I'd heard her say it and I blinked, agog. My reality slewed. All of a sudden, I was in the Twilight Zone.

"April fool dare?" Cate replied before laughing and replying with, "There's no such thing, Zoe."

"There is now," the pretty, dark-haired girl replied. She nudged her chin towards me and added, "I just made it up. So I dare you. Go on. Rub your pussy in front of Graham."

I may have been reeling after she said it, but I recognised her motivation in delivering the challenge. My mind flicked back to the altercation outside. It made sense -- two undeniably hot young women travelling together? Who knew what rivalry might develop? Over time Cate's abrasive personality could have worked at Zoe's patience and led her to the point where she'd had enough. What had she said before? Something about the blonde always craving the limelight? Didn't Cate always have to be the centre of attention? And weren't there other issues between them which might prompt the girl to throw down the gauntlet?

Regardless of the reason, Cate went for it.

When she responded to her friend's challenge I saw a definite flash in her eyes. "You fucking dare me?" the blonde gasped, eyes round, mouth falling open.

"April fool dare," Zoe replied, nodding.

Cate's focus locked on me like a heat-seeking missile. "In front of him?" the girl spat, tone contemptuous.

"Yeah," Zoe drawled. "Him."

Seconds ticked by while Cate considered options behind a blank façade, her eyes glazed.

"Okay. Fuck it," she said, casual as you like, a shoulder rising in a half-shrug. "If it's a dare, Zoe."

Cate actually stuck her out at the other girl before slipping a hand into the waist of her shorts. Her legs went wide and it was like watching a sack full of kittens as Cate's fingers squirmed away in there, her shorts bulging and wriggling.

"It was a fucking dirty story," Cate groaned, sliding down the bed until she was flat on her back. Her thighs went to their widest spread, fingers working while she gasped, "It got me hot and wet. I was going to finger myself anyway--"

***

I was hard watching her. She was gorgeous: smooth calves, lean thighs, face slack with whatever she was feeling. Cate mauled her breasts through her tee-shirt, eyes opening so she could glare at me with hot-eyed intensity.

I gazed back at her, desire to squeeze my cock flaring. I boggled, my brain struggling to cope with the sight.

Zoe slapped the laptop closed and placed it on a small cabinet alongside the bed before she rolled onto her side to watch her friend. The dark-haired girl rested her temple on one fist, elbow against the mattress, expression intent while Cate rubbed at herself.

"You have to show off, don't you, Cate," Zoe said, lips twisted with distaste. Her eyes flicked to me and she shook her head. "Do you believe her?"

Lust raged hotter. Desire for the blonde swelled in my chest and I choked on some nonsense reply, still struggling to process the truth of what I was seeing.

Eventually I managed a gurgling, "Jesus. Oh God--"

Zoe laughed and levered upright. "Didn't expect her to do it, did you?" she said, eyes narrowed while she chewed on her bottom lip. She kept her gaze fixed on me, but directed her words to her friend. "April fool dare, Cate ... Take your top off."

"Only if you do it, too," the blonde gasped. "I April fool dare you, Zoe."

With a glance at me and shrugging beforehand, Zoe pulled her singlet over her head. She sat there in her bra and skirt, still watching me. "Done," she said.

I think I groaned out loud when Cate sat up and peeled her tee-shirt off. She smirked at me, big breasts barely moving when she tossed the garment away, the twin orbs firm with youthful elasticity.

"Like my tits, Graham," Cate murmured. She squeezed boob-flesh with both hands while wincing and gasping, giving me the full benefit of her blue eyes while delving into her shorts again. "Look at him, Zoe," she whined, chin nudging in my direction. "Can't keep his eyes off me."

"Just how you like it," Zoe replied, eyes rolling. "I April fool dare you to strip naked."

Oh God, when the blonde rolled off the bed and teased me by presenting her rump and peeling those shorts down--

I gasped and gulped, throat working when I saw the triangle of pale skin crowning the cleft of Cate's buttocks. The tan lines ran high on her hips to show where the string of her bikini bottoms had lain, where her flawless skin had remained covered against the sun's caress. I glanced at another thin pale line running horizontally across the girl's back before gazing in awe as she slowly revealed the full beauty of her bottom.

Cate grinned at me while looking back over one shoulder, shorts at the tops of her thighs, legs together while her smooth-lipped pussy peeped out at me. She was just as I'd imagined she'd be.

"Fucking hell," I breathed, a long sigh coming out of me a second later. I whined when the blonde slipped her shorts and underwear down and kicked the tangled mess free, my gaze following Cate when she clambered onto the bed.

The girl rolled onto her back and spread her legs to expose the pink of her sex.

"Yeah," Cate chuckled, fingers moving over her clit. "Look at that, Graham. See it?" she muttered, splaying her neat labia. "Did you think about my little pussy while writing all that filthy shit...?

"...Well?" she drawled, mocking me with her eyes while spitting, "Did you, you fucking perv?"

"I..." I began, voice creaking like a rusty hinge. After swallowing heavily I tried again. "I couldn't imagine anything as ... as..."

"April fool dare," Cate interrupted, grinning while fondling her fleshy labia. "Get your cock out and wank in front of us."

It was a ridiculous suggestion. There was no way I was going to unzip and jack my cock in front of those two girls. 

"I don't think I can do that, Cate," I mumbled, eyes sliding away from her.

The blonde scoffed, her tone mocking. "What? -- I'm here in the nude and you won't get your cock out? Look at me, Graham," Cate sighed. "I'm rubbing my pussy right in front of you. You wrote all that filthy stuff about me being gang-fucked ... You turned me on and got me all wet. I'm hot and bothered and playing with my pussy...

"...Look at it. See how wet it is?" Cate held herself wide open, scarlet clit slick with desire, core glistening.

I stared at her, transfixed, gazing at the spot she'd urged me to look at.

My cock pulsed with longing. "Oh Jesus," I moaned, forcing down the urge to simply launch myself at her.

It wouldn't take much to have me lapping at Cate's vulva. I was close to breaking. A little more taunting and flaunting from the delicious blonde would see me slobbering over her full round tits. I'd be sucking her thick teats and stabbing at her with my cock.

"I April fool dare you," Cate breathed at me. "I fucking dare you to get it out and wank it in front of us."

It was there at the back of my mind that it could be a prank. The suspicion lurked and I hesitated despite the base urge thrumming inside me. I stared at Cate, gazing into her face in search of some sign to convince me she wouldn't point and laugh and leave me humiliated. The two of them had gone on about April fools enough to make me wary. Regardless of my near overwhelming desire to possess them both, I was suspicious, glancing at Zoe in case I might catch her in an unguarded moment, just to see if her expression showed any sign of it being a trick.

"I don't know if I can," I gurgled, my rump squirming against the hard chair beneath me. "I'm worried ... I think you're teasing me. I reckon you'll laugh."

"Why would we laugh, Graham?" Zoe asked. She sat upright and studied me, expression benign and enquiring. "Don't you trust us?"

"Is this a joke?" I said, pulling a face. "Did you two put your heads together and cook this up for April fools?"

Zoe's lips pursed, head canting to one side while she stared at me.

Her eyes stayed on my face as she slid off the bed. "It's no joke," she murmured, then reached back to unclasp her bra.

Jesus -- her sweet little tits!

Pointing to her friend, Zoe added, "Does that look like a joke to you?" I looked on as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt. A little shimmy later and it pooled around her feet.

When she turned and showed me the back-end view I gasped and pawed at myself. The G-string thong was wedged into the cleft of her arse, Zoe's spectacular rump goading me into pulling at my belt.

Cate might have the tits, but Zoe was prettier. Cate's bottom was outstanding, but Zoe's took the day. I'd thought as much on the beach and the close-up perusal confirmed it.

"Go on," Zoe purred, daring me with her smirk and the green fire in her eyes. "Do it, Graham. April fool dare."

***

I caught sight of myself in the mirror a minute later. There I was, standing at the foot of the bed with my jeans bunched around my shins as I cranked an erection stiff enough to qualify as a dangerous weapon. I saw my face all slack and idiotic, mouth hanging open, lips wet with the lust surging through me.

When I saw the lecherous old bastard leering back at me I felt a ripple of disgust. It was obscene, a man of almost sixty lusting after two girls little older than twenty.

But it all evaporated when I focussed on what was happening on the bed.

Cate was still working her fingers into her gooey slot, a greasy squelch coming up from where her body and digits met. The blonde's eyes were closed; she was half-turned towards Zoe, neither on her back nor her side, weight on one hip and an elbow.

Zoe hand a hand on her friend's body, her lips at Cate's breast.

"Suck her tits, Zoe," I mewled, fist jacking at my length. "Make her nipples nice and hard."

Zoe grinned at me, eyes feline slits while her tongue rolled around and around Cate's nipple, the areola slick with saliva. She dropped a lascivious eyelid to one cheek, a hand squeezing and mauling Cate's breast, palm sliding across the blonde's skin so Zoe could squeeze more tit-flesh.

The low groan came out of me as I watched Zoe work her friend's body. The sound curdled into a long, atavistic moan of absolute yearning when Cate's eyes opened and locked with Zoe's, the dark-haired girl immediately breaking away from Cate so she could move up for a kiss. The blonde's response was immediate. Cate simply opened her mouth and offered her pink tongue to Zoe and, after that, they just licked each other's tongues. There was no tenderness, no finesse, just two lovely girls putting on an obscene show for my sole benefit.

Cate sucked her friend's tongue while Zoe's hand moved over Cate's curves. They sighed and gasped and giggled, both turning to look at me at the same instant, Cate holding her vulva splayed while Zoe eased away and sat upright.

"It got me hot to read about those men fucking my wet little pussy, Graham," Cate breathed. She fucked two stiff fingers into her opening, wincing, her nose crinkling while she snarled at me through a pristine white portcullis of clenched teeth. "You see it? See what you did to me?" Cate delivered the questions with the pout and lisp of a little-girl-lost, eyes glazing as she spoke.

She held my stare through heavy-lidded eyes, accusing me with her look, as though it was all my fault she was on the bed, naked, fingers sloshing at her sex.

"I told you she's a show-off," said Zoe, smirking.

I boggled at the dark-haired girl. "Duh-do you two do this...?" I ran my tongue over dry lips, gulping to clear the blockage from my throat before I continued with, "Do you two do this all the time? Are you--?"

Zoe's response was to jut out her bottom lip and shake her head. "No," she said, completely unfazed. "We've never--" The girl shrugged and gave me a what-can-I-say kind of look. "We're not lezzas. This is the first time we've done anything like this...

"...together," she finished.

Her attitude had me speechless. I was stunned, so gobsmacked I stopped cranking my dick while marvelling at their loose immorality.

"I can't let her beat me, though," Zoe added while it all went through my mind. "Sometimes she gets right on my nerves. She's so demanding--"

"You're just jealous 'cause I'm more outgoing than you," Cate snapped back, levering upright. "Sometimes you're so timid."

Zoe's reply was incredulous. "Timid? Do I look timid, Cate? I'm here, with you ... With him." She nodded in my direction, her face turned to Cate. "Look at me, you self-centred bitch. I'm almost naked." She jerked a thumb towards me. "We don't even know this bloke and I'm showing him my tits. I'm watching him wank."

The blonde's smirk was evil. "But you've still got your knicks on, Zoe," she taunted. "And you haven't been rubbing your pussy in front of him, have you?"

Zoe's jaw clenched. She threw a look at me before returning her glare to the other girl.

The bed rocked when Zoe raised her pelvis and peeled her underwear down over her legs. She let the flimsy scrap dangle from one foot and then slowly spread her legs to reveal her depilated mons.

"Do all you girls shave your pussies?" I mumbled, mainly to myself.

Cate laughed, really blurted out a huge guffaw, a sound of absolute which matched her grin. "It takes some effort," she told me. "Living in a dorm and sharing a bathroom makes it a pain in the arse." The blonde girl then turned her attention to her friend. "I April fool dare you," she purred, "to wank his dick. Let's see how wild you are. Go on, Zoe," Cate urged. "I fucking dare you."

I didn't truly think she'd do it. Things had already gone off the spectrum. The experience so far had surpassed any previous sexual adventure I'd ever enjoyed. I was alone with two eminently desirable young women. They were both naked and I'd been invited to jerk my dick while watching one masturbate. It didn't get much better than it was right then. This was the stuff of dreams, of wild fantasy.

Zoe continued to stare at Cate, her expression belligerent.

They seemed on the verge of coming to blows again, but Zoe's face twisted, lips curling as she sneered at the blonde. "You won't beat me," she breathed, tiny fists bunched. Then she scooted to the end of the bed, feet going to the floor. Zoe waved me closer. "Come here," she said, throwing a look back over her shoulder at Cate. "Give me that thing."

***

Both girls were at the foot of the bed, Cate staring with open-mouthed enthusiasm while watching Zoe's fist work my length.

I might have been naked, but neither one made any disparaging comment about my physical form. The impression I had in the moment was I was nothing to them beyond the stiff lump of male gristle in Zoe's hand. I might as well not have been present, but they needed my dick.

"Yes," Cate breathed, shifting her rump sideways so she was right up against Zoe, their thighs and hips touching. "Wank it, Zoe," she purred, reaching up to lay her fingers against her friend's cheek.

When the dark-haired girl's face turned to the blonde, they kissed, pink tongues sliding and swirling, the pair of them sighing in appreciation, their enmity apparently set aside for the time being.

"April fool dare, Zoe," Cate murmured, her eyes flicking to my face. She held my stare and breathed the challenge. "Suck it. I dare you to lick his cock."

She didn't hesitate. Zoe's head ducked in and her lips pursed around my bell-end, a hand jacking me close to the root while she rubbed her own sex and squirmed. "You too," Zoe gasped, offering me to Cate.

Cate blurted a laugh, but still took hold of me, her tongue gliding over me from tip to balls and back again. When the blonde's lips reached the big dome she took me into her mouth and sucked her cheeks concave, head bobbing back-and-forth.

"Your turn again," Cate grinned, returning control to the other girl.

It went on for a few unbelievable minutes, both of them going at me, taking it in turns to slurp and slobber at my cock, each one trying to outdo the other in the obscenity league. They taunted each other and drove me to the point of squirting over their faces with their potty-mouthed to-and-fro. The things they said had me gasping in shock. To hear the filth pouring from such pretty girls was a paradoxical thrill which threatened to let loose a gush of ejaculate which would leave them both drenched in cum.

Then Cate said it. I suppose it was inevitable and I don't know why I was so surprised. What the blonde suggested was the next logical progression. It was so predictable, but I still experienced a flutter in the pit of my stomach when Cate casually laid down her dare.

Stunned, unable to believe my ears I heard her mutter, "April fool dare, Zoe. I bet you don't fuck him."

Zoe stood up and grabbed my face with one hand, my cheeks between her fingers and thumb. I pouted like a fish while the girl stared into my eyes, the heat of her stare searing all the way down inside me, through the core of my dick to my balls.

"Got a condom, Graham?" she mumbled, her hand cranking my cock.

I gulped and shook my head. "No," I whined.

The girl continued to gaze at me, my face still in her grip. It went on for what felt like a long time.

Zoe studied me for an age before nodding slowly. "You don't have anything nasty, do you?" she asked, head tilting towards her shoulder, gaze unwavering. "No dirty diseases or anything?"

"No," I mewled. "I haven't even had sex for--"

I gasped and gurgled and shook my head quickly. "I don't know," I breathed. "...A year? ...Longer?"

"He's fine, Zoe," Cate put in. "Look at him. He doesn't look like he gets much."

Zoe held my focus for a second or two more before she released my face. "Yeah, okay," she nodded. "I suppose it's all right."

The beautiful young woman knelt on the bed and went forward onto straight arms while thrusting her hips high. I watched Zoe angle her pelvis and present her rump to me as she swivelled at the waist, her tight body barely creasing at her middle.

I gulped and cranked at my cock when she reached back and held her buttocks splayed, Zoe's cunt gaping. Her exquisite body and the dark smudge of her sphincter winking at me held me enthralled. I would have paid anything to have her if she'd named a price.

As it was she just smirked and crooned, "April fool dare. Put it in, Graham. Fuck me."

***

It was an all-too-brief moment as I tried to suck up the experience, to hold each detail in my mind as I savoured the instant before my cock penetrated the lovely girl. Zoe's face was a mask of anxious anticipation as she looked back at me, her sex offered in what I realised was the last opportunity of my life. Her mouth hung slack, eyes oddly dull and somehow lifeless, glazed with whatever emotions surged inside her at the time. To me, her body was a work of art, Zoe's dark hair loose and flowing. I absorbed her, sucking her in with my mind while fully appreciating the curve of her back where it swept in towards her tight waist. I moaned out loud while gazing at the beautiful feminine symmetry of her hips and buttocks. Zoe was divine, so lovely, so full of life and vigour -- so fucking perfect.




April Fools Dare



I touched the girl for the first time, laying a hand on her back while guiding the blunt cock-end to her body. My throat worked and I swallowed heavily when my erection nudged her, Zoe's labia distorting.

A pause and a thrust and I heard her gasp.

"He's in me," the dark-haired lovely whined, gulping, apparently surprised at what was happening. I glanced up to her face and saw her look while Zoe whined her way through, "I'm fucking him, Cate. There, you see?"

"Yeah," the blonde replied, grinning, both hands mauling her own breasts while she sat on the bed and squirmed. Cate rose to her feet and leaned in to look before turning her enthusiastic grin to me. "I don't believe she's letting you fuck her," the girl said, eyes wide. "She doesn't usually--" Cate shrugged and chuckled, a hand slapping her friend's right buttock. "Go on, Zoe," she cried, the dark-haired girl's flesh barely rippling beneath the thwack of Cate's palm. "Fuck that pervy old cock. Give the old fucker a treat."

"You don't get it," Zoe breathed, hips moving, her body closing around me as she eased forward again, her taut buttocks slapping back against my stomach when she then fucked back onto my cock. "It feels fucking lovely," Zoe gasped, cranking up a gear. "He's got a nice cock. It's thick and ... Oh fuck," she groaned, forehead gong to the bed while clawing at the bed.

With such a beauty impaled on my dick my confidence soared. To hear her make those noises, to have Zoe praise me in such a tone had me working at her with deep, vigorous thrusts. I wanted her to enjoy the experience. I didn't want her to wake up in the morning and feel any remorse. I may have been decades her senior, but I didn't want Zoe to regret she'd fucked an old man.

"You're sensational," I gasped, my fingers encircling the girl's tiny waist. I fucked into her, probing deep before altering the depth and angle. "You're so beautiful, Zoe. Jesus, what a lovely woman you are. Your body ... Your arse ... You're so pretty, Zoe. You're divine."

"Oh God, Graham," the girl mumbled, face pressed to the bed. "Fuck me. Yes, just like that. My pussy ... Your cock," she gasped.

I looked towards Cate and saw her staring at us, a hand between her legs while she stirred her vulva.

"Your friend's gorgeous," I groaned. "She's lovely. She feels so fucking good."

"I can't believe your fucking her," Cate squeaked at me. "I don't believe she actually let you ...Bareback, too!"

Zoe's head came up and she twisted round to look at the blonde alongside me. "He's okay," she snarled. "And I'm safe. I won't get pregnant." Zoe winced and thrust back onto me, a moan coming out of her when her eyes closed. "I April fool dare you, Cate," she gurgled, head lolling, a groan following. She went wall-eyed and gasped and moaned before adding, "I dare you to fuck him, too."

"Uh-uh, no way," Cate replied, her hand falling still. "I'm not taking the chance. You might be safe, but I'm not."

"It's all right," I put in, gasping. After a long groan, Zoe's insides tight and wet around me I went on with, "My second wife ... I've had a vasectomy--" I left it out there and said nothing more, not least because I couldn't say another word.

We settled into a rhythm, with Zoe back up on straight arms, her face turned to regard me while she thrust back and urged me on with her expression and her words.

The girl was so enthusiastic. She grinned at me in-between grunts and gasps, her face telling me she loved what I did.

"You should try it," I heard her groan to Cate. "He might be old but he can use his cock. I dare you to try it, Cate."

I didn't get a chance to see the blonde's face in response. Zoe slid off me a moment after she challenged her friend, rolling quickly onto her back.

"Put it back in," Zoe urged while staring up at me from the bed, legs wide in invitation, pussy gaping all hot and scarlet and glistening. "Please, Graham," the girl whined, a finger sliding over her clit. She gnawed her lower lip, hips bucking in her excitement, nose crinkled. Her gaze was so provocative I sobbed and almost fell on top of her. "Yeah," she gurgled, legs folding at the knees while I held myself over her slim torso and eased into her. "Smash my pussy, babe. Do me hard. I wanna come."

It wasn't quick and it wasn't pretty, but I went at Zoe with robust enthusiasm, willing myself not to succumb and pour jizm into her squelching cunt.

We babbled and moaned and thrust back-and-forth, with Zoe using my cock while I used her lovely body.

Cate joined her friend on the bed, kissing the dark-haired girl while she rubbed her own clit, goading Zoe closer to her orgasm by muttering sewer-mouthed exhortations at her.

For her part, while I lunged and plundered her slick pussy, Zoe fingered her nub with one hand and squeezed her little tits with the other.

Cate sucked Zoe's nipples, using her lips and tongue and teeth to tease the elastic teats to elongated buds of aroused flesh while both girls gasped and moaned and I grunted and gnashed my teeth. I don't know how I managed it but I kept it together and resisted the near overwhelming desire to flood Zoe with cum.

It wasn't really a clear idea in my head at the time, although I did wonder if Cate would accept the dare and let me fuck her. Then I looked down between our bodies and saw how big Zoe made me appear. She was so petite; I seemed huge going into her. My cock came out creamy with the girl's desire, buttery gloop clinging to the shaft, a sight that enflamed me so much I ducked in and dared to kiss her mouth.

To my surprise, and subsequent delight, she returned the kiss, pelvis working fast, Zoe thrusting up to meet my robust downstroke.

"Oh fuck," she sighed into my mouth. "Graham ... I'm going to come."

Witnessing Zoe's juddering climax is a scene I will remember forever. The girl's face fell slack, mouth a huge O of surprise. Her eyes went wide and she gurgled some nonsense, a sob bursting from her a second later. Zoe's chest hitched and she came up onto her elbows, knees still folded while she gazed down at our conjunction. She then blinked at me, eyes glazing as her head lolled back, long hair pooling on the bed behind her.

She squealed and writhed, fingers working her clit as I probed deep and stalled, my cock buried inside her up to my balls.

"Fucking hell," I can recall Cate muttering. "Zoe," she whined. "Jesus ... Oh God--"

It went on for half-a-minute or more. Zoe squealed and grunted, hips coming up, back arching, stomach tensed with the effort of riding the tsunami wave of her climax.

Finally I slid out, cock slippery and glistening. I stood up and gazed at Zoe while she sucked in air, chest heaving, nostrils flaring like a derby winner.

"I dare you," the girl gasped to Cate. "I dare you to--" She fought for breath, eyes rolling as she sat upright. "I dare you," Zoe continued, "to suck your pussy from Graham's cock. Like this," she added, reaching for me, fingers grabbing my length before her lips pursed around the head. "I April fool dare you to lick your cunt off him, Cate."

Well, when I heard her say it I almost let Zoe have it between the eyes. If the scene I'd just experienced was the single most wild sexual encounter of my days so far, having a lovely young woman slurping her essence off my cock cranked the experience to a level I would have had trouble imagining -- and she was suggesting her friend do it, too!

I boggled while Zoe's tongue lapped at my cock. She slurped and slobbered and made such filthy sounds the surge bubbled close to the boil.

Looking back at the time, I think another few seconds would have made all the difference. If Zoe had kept at it I would have let fly with a vehement burst of ejaculate so forceful it would have arced over her head and spattered onto her back.

As it was she stopped just in time, her smirk going to Cate.

"Well, Cate?" the dark-haired girl sneered. "He's had a vasectomy. You won't get preggers." She waggled my dick at her friend. "You gonna fuck him, or what?"

*** 

Cate rode me. She made me lie on the bed and then straddled my thighs, climbing board in a reverse cowgirl, her back to me, a delicious view of her dangling labia framed by her bottom and thighs before Cate's body engulfed me.

I didn't know it at the time, but Zoe recorded all the minutes her friend bounced on my cock with such energetic verve. The dark-haired girl showed me the clip when it was all over, promising to send me a copy if I gave her an email address.

When I saw the footage my cock revived, the thing ready for action once again.

Living it was sublime. I was on my back with a gorgeous blonde grunting and snorting while her pussy siped goo. The shaft was awash with Cate's desire, proof she didn't find me as disgusting as she made out.

I almost warmed to her, when Cate sobbed and muttered about how good it felt to have me inside her I nearly felt bad -- nearly, but not quite. I still thought she was a bit of a cunt and wanted to use her lush body for my own gain. It would never happen again, not unless I paid for it. It was my moment, the pinnacle of sexual delight and I was going to enjoy every libidinous second.

Cate's buttocks flexed while I held her waist and eased her up and down, pushing up to meet her when she sank onto my cock. My hands were all over her. I squeezed her tight buns and heaved upright so I could cup her spongy breasts in my palms.

It was urgent, our rutting desperate. I wanted to leave the girl bruised and tender. I wanted her to remember our time together.

Cate sobbed and groaned while fingering her clit, Zoe lying alongside me, her tongue in my mouth as we kissed.

"Get off," I grunted after a few minutes of going at it. "On your back. Lie down," I snarled. "Open your legs. Show it to me."

When Cate complied, her thighs wide and labia splayed, I went in and licked her. I had the enormous satisfaction of hearing the blonde moan and gasp when I sucked at her clit. Then Zoe swooped in to suck her friend off my tongue when I moved up to return my cock to Cate's molten embrace.

I fucked into the girl, the surge rising through my core. She hadn't hit her peak but I didn't care. I was mindless, lost, carried away on a tide of euphoria as I bellowed out my joy and let go, jizm pouring from me.

"You dirty fucker!" Cate yelped. "Zoe! Fuck! He's coming inside me."

I moaned and squirmed and grunted, semen pumping into her in a hot flood.

The blonde thrust at me, hips working while she rubbed at herself, fingers frantic at her clit.

"I'm coming, too!" she yelped, mouth dropping open. "Oh ... Oh God ... I'm coming!"

I squirted love into Cate while Zoe's tongue danced with mine. The dark-haired girl squeezed my balls, her gasps of delight wafting straight into my mouth.

Finally, when I'd calmed, I slid out of Cate's body, a rush of gloop following. Cum dribbled along the crease between Cate's buttocks, our mix staining the bed.

"Shit," Cate muttered, levering upright, a hand cupped between her legs. "How much spunk?" she breathed, a pool of jizm in her palm.

"Enough," I chuckled while I lay on my back, a forearm draped across my brow.

***

There's a line in a song by a band called Noah and the Whale which goes: To a writer, the truth is no big deal.

-- Which sums it up nicely.

I'd lied to them from the beginning: my name; how long I was staying in the country; a few other incidentals, although the bit about being a writer was true.

I write for a travel supplement in a British newspaper.

I don't write erotica.

I'll never get a copy of the video Zoe took on her mobile phone because I gave her a bogus email address.

Why?

Well, I want to leave as few clues behind me as possible because the biggest lie of the day was the thing about the vasectomy.

April fool, Cate!

***

Afterword

If anyone is interested, the song is entitled L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. Noah and the Whale.



April Fools Day



I would like to thank Estragon, the copy editor on this story, for making this a much better read.

Chapter 1

Where do I start? Marge and I have been married for twenty-five years. We got married right out of high school. Marge works as a secretary in a large insurance office, and I'm a department manager in a local factory. We have two daughters who are both grown up and married.

Our younger girl was just getting married and leaving the nest. Marge didn't seem to be handling it very well. I think she had what they call empty nest syndrome. I wasn't quite sure how to deal with it.

Our life has always been fairly ordinary, but I like it that way. We were high school sweethearts and proved that young couples in love can make it work. Marge got pregnant at the end of her senior year and we got married. I got a job right out of high school in the factory and worked my way up over the years to department manager.

Even while she was pregnant, Marge took classes at the local college and over time got a degree in secretarial work. A year didn't go by after Ruth was born, when our second daughter Becky was born. We believed two kids were enough so she had her tubes tied.

Our early love life was great. It was pretty much an every night thing. Even after the two girls were born, we did it three times a week. Life was good for us. I'm not going to say we never had any problem because that would be a lie. We were just able to work through them.

I don't know how women think but I believe most guys have thought one time or another about seeing their wife with another man. It was fantasy and I wanted to keep it there. For the most part I was able to do that.

As we got older, to add spice to our lovemaking we would act out situations. I would ask questions during our love making like, "Do you want to fuck other men?" She would often answer, "Only if you want to watch me."

Sometimes at parties we would flirt a little, but nothing ever happened. We would use these people as our props in our sex play. I might say, "I saw you let Bob rub your ass when you danced with him. Did you like it?" Now I never saw Bob rubbing her ass, and I hope his life insurance was paid up if he did, but this was just our sex play.

She might answer, "He wanted in my pants. Would you like to see him fingering me?" Of course after our play sex we hardly ever talked about our sex talk. During sex it was erotic but if it was real, I don't think I could handle it. It would forever change our life; and not necessarily for the better.

Marge wasn't a diva but when she dressed up she was one good-looking woman. Things began to change in our relationship after our younger daughter Becky's wedding. I think it was about the same time when a new woman started in her office. Her name was Trish.

I was happy to see Marge with a new friend; she seemed to be happier.
Trish was in her late thirties. She said she was divorced once but now she said she was happily married to Dave. He was an engineer for another firm and traveled a couple of days a month. They didn't have any children.

The four of us became friends but after a month or so I had some strange feelings about Trish. She seemed overly flirty with me when Marge wasn't looking. I didn't want to say anything to Marge because one, I kind of liked it and two, I could be over reacting a little.

Marge asked if I minded if she had a girls' night out every couple of weeks with Trish and a couple of other friends of Trish's. I told her I didn't mind but it started our relationship in another direction.

I noticed as of late that on her nights out with the women that she dressed a little more sexy than I was comfortable with. She told me she had to since she was the old lady of the group. I told her there was nothing about her that was old.

Over the next few months she seemed so much happier, which made me feel good. I would always wait up for her on her night out with the girls and we had some of the best sex I can remember. I chalked it up to 'change of life sex'.

It was like we were young again. She did things with me that she hadn't done in years, or at least she had to be drunk to do it. I couldn't believe the first time she came home and sucked my cock. It must have been years since she did that.

I asked her what brought that on and she said, "The other girls talked about it and said how their men loved it so I decided to do it for you. I know it's been awhile but I really liked it. Expect more of it in the future."

Lately she was getting a lot more verbal during sex. I loved it when she would say, "Fuck me Rob, give me that cock Rob." She even told me I could fuck her ass, but that was only after a few drinks.

One day we were over at Trish's. She and Dave had a hot tub. Marge wore a nice one piece suit that showed her big boobs and was cut high on the side to show her nice thighs and great ass. Dave smiled when he saw her. I felt a little jealous but also proud that other men admired my wife.

Trish wore a two piece suit. If it was any skimpier she might as well have been naked. "You like?" she asked me, away from Marge.

I told her the truth. "You look sexy, not much left to see." I smiled at her.

"Play your cards right and you just might see the rest." She was laughing when she said it.

We got into the hot tub and it felt great. I was sitting between Marge and Trish. Dave was stretched out on the other side of Trish. The bubbles were going so no one knew what was going on under the water. I felt a hand on my thigh. It was Trish's.

She was talking away to Marge and ran her hand up to my package. I should have somehow tried to stop her but didn't. Dave said he was going to go get us all a drink. Marge said she had to use the bathroom. The warm water worked on her that way.

They both got out, Marge first and we could see the crack of her ass squeezed into her suit. I knew Dave was staring at it. I watched Trish smile as they both got out. It looked like Dave had a beginning of a hard on. I know I did because of Trish touching me.

I felt a little different being alone with Trish. We flirted but things seemed to be going a little too far. As Dave walked into their kitchen to get more drinks, Trish said she had something to show me. She stood up and pulled her bathing suit bottom to the side and showed me her pussy. I couldn't believe it. I looked back at the door to make sure no one was there.

"So, what do you think? You like my shaved pussy?" I didn't know what to say. I've never seen a shaved pussy except in porn or pictures. Marge always trimmed hers and I haven't been with anyone else.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked Trish.

"I like teasing you." She took my hand and put it between her legs. I did hold it there for a few seconds and quickly pulled my hand back.

"I can't do this is to Marge. I've never cheated on her."

"What do you think she's doing now? Dave probably has his hands on her ass right now." Trish covered her pussy and sat back down.

Marge came back out and was adjusting her suit as she got back in the hot tub. I didn't say anything to her. I had to wonder if Trish was right. No, Marge would never cheat on me.

That night when we had sex Marge was hot. I was eating out her pussy and asked her if she liked it. She was moaning and groaning and pushing her pussy into my face. I got up and pushed my cock easily into her. "Did you like Trish's hot tub?" I asked.

"Uh ha, it felt nice."

"Did you like Dave checking you out?" Again she said "uh ha".

"I think he would like to be here fucking you. Would you like that?"

"Only if you want him to," she replied.

"I pictured you and Dave in the kitchen with his hands in your bathing suit, finger fucking you. Did you let him do that?"

"No, but I bet it would feel good. Fuck me Honey, I'm about to come." About that time she climaxed. It wasn't long before I shot a large load into her.

The one thing Marge and I had was, we were always honest with each other. To the best of my knowledge we were always faithful to each other. When she was getting ready for her next girls' night out I asked her if she ever cheated on me.

"God no! Why would you ask me such a thing? You know we both flirt a little but I've never had sex with another man."

"Have you thought about it?" I asked her.

"Why all these questions? Are you accusing me of something? I've always been honest with you for nearly twenty-six years. Of course every person has fantasies. We talk all the time when we have sex, you know that. I would never cheat on you."

"I guess I'm afraid you are looking for something new. You've been different since you've been going out with Trish, and Dave seems to want in your pants."

"I'm sure he does and I have no doubt you've thought about Trish's body. That doesn't mean I don't trust you. Trish is my friend and knows how I feel about you. Everything is fine." She kissed me and said she would see me later. 

That night when she got home she was hotter then ever. As soon as she walked in the door she came over to the couch and took out my cock and started sucking on it. I knew something had to get her this hot. I loved the blowjob but was worried about my wife.

She got up and slid off her panties and my underwear. She got on my lap facing me and lowered herself down on my hard cock. She seemed spaced out. I'd never seen her like this.

"Tell me about this evening. I want to hear everything you did," I almost demanded from her.

"Promise me you won't be mad at me," said Marge, but her speech was very slurred.

"What did you do? Did you fuck someone tonight?" I said this while plowing her pussy as she rode me. I wasn't sure how I felt.

"No, I just had a good time. I never would fuck anyone behind your back. Fuck me hard baby, God! I need it so bad."

What did she mean, 'behind my back'? Was she thinking about swinging or something?

"Tell me everything you did tonight. How far did you go? Tell me about your girlfriends. What did they do?" I was both horny and worried. It was hard to tell if she was fantasizing or did something really happen.

"I'm sorry Rob, I told the girls I wouldn't say anything to you. God, I want to be fucked so bad."

"You took some kind of drug, didn't you? Who gave it to you? What was it?" She was now screaming out with her first orgasm. It was rare anymore that she would have more than one, but she kept going.

I had masturbated earlier this evening so I knew I could last a long time. Her juices were running down my cock and she started rubbing her pelvis against me. Damn, I'd never seen her so hot. I had to know what happened.

"Trish gave me a pill to help relax. I was nervous and she said it would help relax me. I don't know what it was but all the girls took one. You feel so good in me."

"Where did you go? What did you do?"

"I promised the girls I wouldn't tell you; please stop asking me. Just fuck me hard I need it." Her speech was so slurred it was hard to understand.

"Marge, we never kept secrets from each other. Why are you doing it now? How can I trust you if you keep secrets from me?"

"Ok, I'll tell you a little bit but don't let the girls know I told you." She was fairly drunk and high on something but at least she was going to tell me something.

"We went to a private club. Trish and Cindy both belong to it. Barb had been there once before. Oh fuck! It feels so good. Rub my tits, they need to be touched again."

I had to wonder what she meant by again. I unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra and let her big titties loose and noticed red blotches around them.

I didn't want to scare her so I didn't say anything about the blotches. I groped her tits hard. It was odd because she never liked her tits groped. In the heat of passion she didn't mind them being squeezed.

"Tell me about the club. Was there music and dancing? Did you dance with other men?"

"Uh ha, danced with lots of people, was fun. Everyone was so friendly. Squeeze my titties. Feels so good. I feel your cock in me. I love your cock Rob."

"Did you let other men squeeze your titties tonight?" I tried to say it like it didn't matter.

"I told them 'no touching' but they did it anyway. I told them you wouldn't like it."

"Who are these men? How did they touch you?"

"They belong to the club. Two would dance with me at the same time. One would push his thing against me from behind. The one in front of me tried to kiss me but I told him, 'no, I don't cheat on my husband'.  I was so hot, Rob. Are you mad at me?"

"What did they do?" I asked. I was a little pissed and hard at the same time. This was some of the things we use to fantasize about. My emotions were mixed.

"They unbuttoned my blouse and felt my titties. One man held my arms and they took turns squeezing them. I kept telling them to let me go and they finally let go of my arms. Rob, it felt good, I'm sorry."

"Did you let them in your panties?" I was afraid of what she was going to say.

"One pressed against my butt with his thingy and the other pressed against my coochie with his hand. I told them 'no' when they tried to lift my skirt. I told them I was married and never cheated on my husband."

About that time she came again. "Fuck me Rob! Come in me. Oh God, so good. I love you Rob." I couldn't help it. Even though I was pissed off I came hard in her. She came so hard that after her orgasm she lay against my shoulder with my cock still in her and passed out.

I put her on the couch while I finished undressing her. I then helped her to the bedroom and stared at her as she lay naked on our bed. I covered her up and lay next to her. I had a hard time going to sleep. I wasn't sure where our life was going.

The next morning I told her we needed to talk. I asked her about the night out the night before. She looked nervously at me. I don't think she knew what she had told me the night before.

"I went out with Trish, Cindy and Barb like we always do. We drank and just partied a little. Nothing special happened, so why are you asking me what we did? You never asked me before. It was just a night out with the girls." She looked nervous.

"You came home pretty drunk. In fact you even told me that Trish gave you some kind of a pill to relax. Where did you go?"

"Why are you questioning me like this? I didn't do anything wrong except go out with a few of my girlfriends. There's nothing to tell you."

"Just tell me where you went. Is that asking too much from my wife?"

"It was some private club that Trish and Cindy belongs to. It's called 'His and Mrs.' It's a club for mostly married couples. It's the first time we ever went there. In fact Trish wanted me to ask you if you wanted to go there on April First. They have a big April Fools' Day party every year. You don't have to be a member that day. I told her I would talk to you about it."

I could see she was nervous and got up and started doing housework. I had to wonder about this place. If what she told me the night before was true this was some odd kind of club.

"So what all went on last night? You came home awfully horny. The sex was great but I feel you're hiding something from me."

"It's just a fun bar to go to. The people are friendly and I thought maybe we could join. You can meet a lot of new people who like to party."

"Marge, I know we talk fantasy a lot but I want it to stay there. I'm not all that interested in meeting new people. Something tells me that your new friends are pretty loose. I know you like Trish and Dave but I don't trust them. I think all Dave wants is in your pants. As far as Trish goes, I think she'd fuck anything that moves."

"How can you say that? Nothing has ever happened between me and Dave. I don't know what problem you have about having a little fun."

I knew our talk didn't go well. I had to find out about this club. I could tell Marge and I were at a crossroads. I was hoping she didn't go too far crossing the line. I was now sorry we did the fantasy talking.

****

For the next two weeks we hardly talked at all. I don't know what she and Trish talked about at work but she wasn't telling me anything. We always talked about work before this. I felt Marge was starting to keep secrets.

I had a talk with my cousin Mike who is a cop. I asked him about this 'His and Mrs.' club. He told me it was a legal private club. When I asked him about the membership he told me something that I didn't like.

"Rob, it's a swingers club. It's mostly married couples that think it's a way of saving their marriage. I hope you and Marge aren't involved with it. I have a buddy and his wife who got divorced last month. They joined that club hoping it would help their marriage. Instead it completely tore it apart. I'll tell you what happened.

"First they go to the club as a visitor with of one of the other couples. They aren't forced to do anything. It all begins with them observing the other couples and just partying. When you're around a group like that you began to think everyone is like that. Before they knew it they were watching couples having sex in front of them.

"Eventually people get undressed and a lot of sex goes on. Before you know it the couple get hooked on the sex. They disrobe and join right in. During the week it is more of a lounge but there is some swapping that goes on. On the weekends, Friday and Saturday, they bring in a band and things get a little more wild.

"Again, no one is ever forced into sexual acts or even to get naked. A lot of older couples join just to watch others have sex. It's like watching porn but it's in person. The business is also on private property, no one underage admitted.

"With my friend Larry and Cindy it got out of hand. Cindy started going back during the week and was having sex with different men. When Larry found out he realized it was the end of his marriage. Cindy still goes there all the time but Larry felt joining the club was the beginning of the end of his marriage. But he still goes there himself once in awhile.

"For some people, they have no problem sharing spouses but Larry said even though they had sex with a lot of different people, it lacked love. It was just sex and after their first few times they lost their love for one another. He know longer had the feeling he once felt for Cindy.

"A few times a year they have a big party to bring in new members. In fact there is one coming up in April. For the life of me I can't figure out how having sex with other women or letting my wife fuck other men could save my marriage. Another thing I might mention is that the age of most members is from the late thirties up into their seventies.

"By the way, Larry took a picture at one of the parties he went to. No cameras are allowed in the club but Larry snuck in a pen camera to show me some of the people at one of their galas. "Let me show it to you," said Mike.

As I looked at the picture I noticed most everyone was pretty much naked except for hats and shoes. They looked like they were doing the bunny hop or something. A couple of things that caught my eye was that, as Mike had told me, most were older people. I also noticed in the picture that one woman looked a lot like Trish.

Mike had some more pictures that his friend Larry had taken. They were actually photos of a lot of groping going on. It looked like it was being done on the dance floor. He also had a few pictures of a woman having sex with different men in a different room. I asked him why his friend Larry had taken these photos.

"He was going to use them in his divorce proceeding if Cindy didn't go along. He couldn't use them in court since they weren't authenticated photos, but it would have raised havoc with her family. After his divorce he said he didn't want them anymore and he gave them to me. I just keep them in a folder. If you want to know more about the club you should contact Larry. I'm sure he wouldn't mind talking with you." He gave me Larry's phone number.




April Fools Day Prank



Victoria was the consummate tease, she would dress provocatively but really never acknowledged any of us, no matter how hard we tried. Maybe it was because we were geeks, if we were jocks we would have had her attention. Becky, her sister was part of our group and even she didn't get any respect from Victoria.

Victoria was the long blonde hair cheerleader type, 5' 7", trim and athletic, she could pass for a Dallas Cowboy's cheerleader. Becky was the complete opposite, short, slightly dumpy, small breasted and wore black horn rimmed glasses.

Our geek squad members are all seniors studying engineering at the same small town college. Our group was formed in our sophomore year out of necessity, part study group and partly because we needed friends. 

Andy, Becky, Bob, Don and myself all sat in Don's kitchen one evening in March having a few brews and brainstorming about doing a April Fools day prank. Andy, our chubby resident alien follower, wanted to do something with a UFO but that didn't seem like enough for our senior year prank, it sounded too much like a Halloween idea. Bob, who was short and thin wanted to do something that didn't require much physical work. Don who was 6' tall lanky guy, who loved working on cars and my average self had no preference to what we decided to do. This was to be our last big hurrah, the grande event that would have people talking about it for years. The last big campus prank was moving the Dean's sports car to inside the gym's basketball court, we wanted to do something better, even grander.

Becky wanted to prank Victoria because she was such a bitch and completely "dissed" all of us. Everyone tossed out their ideas, some had possibilities, but Andy kept wanting to do something alien. Andy had more money than the rest of us, so if it involved buying something, we had to get him involved.

"How about an building a UFO in Don's cargo van? That would make it portable and we could take it around for multiple pranks." Said Andy.

"Here is my idea, We make the back of the van look like the inside of a UFO, you know, lots of flashing lights, silver paint and lots of electronic stuff. We park the van someplace, leave the back doors open and let some fool look in thinking they saw the inside of a UFO ... maybe get some of those Greys masks. We could make it look like we are conducting experiments on earthlings."

That sounded like more of a geek project than painting the top of the local water tower with a class year.. 

Andy said "Fuck the class, this is our prank. It's got to be all ours."

Maybe it was drinking the warm 3.2% beers that guided us towards the UFO van idea, but thats the one we all finally agreed on and to prank Victoria.

That weekend we all started working on converting the van. Andy got some sound equipment and eerie sci fi sounds. Bob picked up lots of gauges, lights and flexible dryer tubing and I found some silver pvc sheets to line the inside. It was starting to come together, Becky found a smoke machine and some alien costumes at a Halloween store a few towns away.

We worked all that weekend and the next on completing our UFO, when Becky turned on the smoke machine, it covered up the small details we didn't complete. Now we had to figure how to get Victoria into the van.

Becky found out that Victoria was going to the bar Friday night which was March 31. Victoria was going with a fake id, since she was not 21 yet, she would sneak into the back from the back parking lot like she had done in the past. No one ever carded her anyway, she was the bait to draw more guys in to drink, so the bar owner looked the other way.

Friday night we watched as Victoria left for the bar, our plan went into motion. Becky and Bob donned the alien costumes, Andy was in charge of sound and Don was driving. I was wearing a tyvek painters suit and safety goggles, my job was to some how get Victoria into the van.

It's almost midnight and we are in position in the back parking lot, a few cars away from Victoria's. Soon Victoria comes out the back door, staggering towards her car dressed in a mini skirt and a tight tank top. My job was to take a flash camera and flash it in her face so she is blinded for a instant and maneuver her to the van and push her inside. Once inside, Becky and Bob were going to go into the alien routine of pretending to experiment on her.

It started according to plan but Becky varied the plan and pulled the woozy Victoria onto the "examination table" and strapped her down. As Victoria started to scream Becky put a paper towel in her mouth to muffle her and positioned a spotlight at her face. In the smoke filled van, all Victoria could see was a bright white light and two aliens peering down at her with some eerie sounds in the background.

Right now I believe that Victoria was about to pee her pants, she was struggling and trying to scream. Bob had made a probe with a flashing red LED. As he moved it closer to Victoria, unexpectedly, Becky pulled Victoria's top up, exposing her almost white tits. Bob, having a crush on Victoria since sophomore year, just stood there frozen at the sight of Victoria's tits. Becky, elbows him to bring him back to the work at hand. Bob cautiously started touching her tits with the probe, rubbing it around her areola, as he does so, she strained at the restraints. Becky grabs her other tit and starts pulling the nipple, Bob follows her lead and does the same. Bob takes the opportunity to start sucking her nipple, something he often fantasised about, then alternates between pulling and sucking.

As Bob focuses on Victoria's tits, Becky moves down to her skirt and starts pulling it down along with her frilly pink thong. We are now looking at her blonde mound, yep she is a real blonde. Skirt now removed, Becky retrieves a vibrator and moves it around Victoria's pussy lips. Victoria is trying to moan and push her pussy toward the vibrator. After a few minutes, her juices start flowing down to her butt cheek.

Bob, Becky and I am watching Victoria now almost naked, strapped to a table, writhing, trying to let a alien probe get her off. We didn't know Andy had set up video cameras to capture the whole event for our future viewing pleasure. Suddenly Victoria lets out a muffled sigh, stops struggling and slumps after experiencing a "out of this world" orgasm.

We have gone off script, it was supposed to be a simple alien fright prank. Now we have a naked Victoria strapped to a table in the van, how are we going to get her out and not get caught? I didn't think it was going to go this far, it was supposed to be a prank, not something that could get us arrested. All I could think was, shit, shit, shit, what are we going to do now?

Fortunately, none of us spoke, so she had no idea who it was in the "alien craft." It looked like Victoria passed out, either the orgasm or the alcohol kicked in. Now was our chance, I motioned to Bob to unstrap her. We picked her up and were going to try to put her clothes back on but Becky motioned no, as she removed Victoria's top. The only thing Victoria had on was her black Mary Jane shoes, Becky motioned for Bob and I to pick her up and put her outside. She whispered to put her in her car that way. We left Victoria laying naked in the front seat of her car along with her clothes stacked neatly and locked the doors. We took off leaving Don to take the van back home, I wanted to hang around to see what happened when she awoke, but didn't want to risk getting caught.

Next day we all discover that tweets of a naked Victoria were everywhere. Someone saw her naked in her car and snapped some pictures and of course had to share them before calling 911. They must have had second thoughts about her and called 911 just in case she was dead. 

So the police and EMTs arrive, as they were about to break the side window of her car, she awakens, still in a daze, sits up and peers out at the assembled crowd, The police tell her to open the door and exit the car, she does and steps out naked as a jaybird. The EMTs toss a blanket around her to cover up, but not before everyone with a cell phone camera got a few good pictures.

The police try to interview her and all she could say was, "They abducted me." You should hear her explanation, she saw a bright light and she was abducted by aliens, taken to their craft and experimented on.

The local newspaper and TV station interviewed her about her abduction, even though she described in great detail about the probing and how they had these big black eyes, you could see everyone eyes roll in disbelief. The police chalked it up to drugs or booze and didn't investigate. Whew. Some how the National Inquirer got the story, "College CoEd abducted by Aliens" was now in every supermarket in town. It was the biggest thing to happen in this town, since in the 60's, when Nixon came here to give a speech.

April fools. 



April Fools Day



Chapter 2

As if I didn't have enough problems I was asked to work overtime for the next week. So now I was working a twelve-hour shift and coming home to a warmed up dinner in the microwave. Marge told me that on Thursday she and her girlfriends were having their girls' night out. 

"I thought it was on Fridays; why the change? I told you how I didn't trust Trish but you still go out with her."

"There is nothing wrong with Trish and the reason we are going on Thursday is because of the April Fools' Day party Saturday. Since you never answered me about it I told Trish to let Dave know we were going. I know Cindy's going for sure so you'll get to meet her. Barb isn't quite sure if she's going or not."

I hardly said three words to her the next couple of days. When I got home Thursday around seven there was a note on the table. Marge said she went out with the girls. I was pissed because no matter what I said she didn't seem to care anymore.

I decided to call Larry and ask him if he would mind taking me to this club so I could see for myself what kind of place it was. When I called him he said he had talked to my cousin Mike a few days before and told me he would be happy to show me around.

I promised him a burger and a couple of beers. I stopped by and picked him up. He was my age and seemed like a nice guy. When I asked him how he knew Mike he laughed.

"I'm a cop too. Mike and I have been friends for years. So he tells me you're having some possible marriage problems and thinking of joining the club."

I told him about wanting to spice up our life a little and my wife has a friend and she and her husband belong to this club. "To be honest, I don't trust her friend or her husband. There's a party here Saturday and they want us to come with them to it. My wife has all but said she wants to go."

We entered through the rear door. Larry had a key card. A woman met us in the hall and told Larry that his ex-wife Cindy was there again tonight.

"Thanks for the heads up; now she's seems to be here just about anytime I come." I watched him shake his head.

"Larry, you don't have to show me around if it bothers you being here. We can come back another day," I replied.

"No, I'm use to it. It's just that she turned into a fucking whore. I use to blame this club but the truth is our marriage was doomed long before we joined. This just made the divorce come sooner."

We went upstairs and got a table. He said you could see the dance floor and bar on the lower level better. A waitress came and we gave her a beer order. I also asked Larry about the burgers and he said the food was really good here and I ordered us each a jumbo burger.

I was looking down around the dance floor. Larry said that during the week they used the jukebox but on the weekends they had different bands come in. He did say the crowd was a little light but it was probably due to the big party on Saturday.

There were still a good fifty people there. In one corner I was surprised to see Marge, Trish and one other woman with them. They were in a circular booth made for the corner. They were all drinking and talking. I pointed the women out to Larry.

I asked him if he knew any of them, including Marge. He shook his head almost disgustedly. "That's my ex-wife Cindy. Of course she's still hanging around that tramp Trish. I take it the other woman is your wife Marge."

"I didn't know she was coming here tonight. She just said it was a girls' night out. Have you ever seen her here before?"

"To be honest, I did. It was a couple of weeks ago. I came to see Barb but she's not with them tonight.

"Rob, I'm going to be honest with you. If your marriage is on some rocky ground then this place won't help it. It helped end my marriage. Let me explain.

"Cindy and I thought our marriage was strong and that a little extra flirting and maybe even having sex with someone else might make our marriage stronger. It didn't! I admit the first couple of times I was with another woman it felt good and different.

"Cindy was with another man but I didn't see them have sex. We were in different rooms. She seemed happy on our way home. She even said she loved me even more. I thought it was working for us. We would come maybe once a month and meet other people.

"I found out that Cindy had been coming here without me and cheating with a number of men. That's when I lost it and brought in the pencil camera and took pictures. That night we had a hell of an argument and she said she wasn't giving up her new-found life. I started divorce proceedings. We've been divorced for a couple of months now."

"You mentioned knowing Trish; how did you meet her? Was it here? Do you know her husband Dave?"

Marge wouldn't be able to see us in on the second floor but we could see them quite well. I didn't go there to spy on her, in fact I didn't know they were going there. Before Larry started talking, I was surprised two see two men join the girls. I was a little pissed especially since one of them was Dave.

"That's Bill with Dave, they work together. Bill is one of those guys who has an open marriage. They say it works for them but I really don't see much love in their relationship. You asked about how we met Trish and Dave. First I should tell you that they aren't even married but do live together.

"They say they are married and she tells people she just kept her old name. In truth, she's been divorced once and Dave has been divorced twice. So those two swinging isn't quite the same as a married couple in a committed relationship."

I was surprised to hear this. I had to wonder if Marge even knew the truth. About that time I saw Bill ask Marge to dance and Dave was dancing with Trish. Another man came over and asked Cindy to dance. Larry said his name was Fred. He was a regular at the club, also divorced. As I watch them dancing Larry told me how he met Dave and Trish.

"Cindy works at the same business as Dave and Bill. I think they had something going before Cindy invited Trish and Dave to our house. They seemed like a nice enough couple and we went out with them a few times.

"Cindy had mentioned to them that our marriage was a bit rocky and they suggested going to the club with them. They told us it helped their relationship. Needless to say we went and eventually we swapped partners. I was unsure at first but Trish took me back to one of the rooms and I had some great sex.

"The atmosphere is so sexually charged. All these different couples seemed to be enjoying themselves, and with the booze flowing we just became a part of it. I have to say the sex was great but after I found out Cindy had been with Dave even before the club I got really pissed.

"She wasn't out to save our marriage but she figured we could have an open marriage. Looking back I knew that wasn't what I wanted. It was just the beginning of the end of our marriage," said Larry.

As Larry was talking, I saw the couples go back to their table. A few minutes later I saw Dave take Marge by the hand and lead her to the dance floor. Trish had gotten up and was dancing with Bill. Fred had gone back to his table and Cindy sat and was drinking her beverage.

"Larry, why do you still belong and come here? I would think you would hate it here."

"As I mentioned, at first I blamed the club but I realized it wasn't the club's fault that Cindy cheated on me. If it wasn't here it would have been someplace else. It was inevitable that our marriage was over.

"Now, as far as coming here, over half of the people are divorced. Most are in their late thirties on up so if I want any companionship it's a pretty easy place to get it. I don't mess with married women anymore. I did meet a woman two weeks ago when I was here. Her name was Barb and she has only been here twice.

"Believe it or not she came here with Cindy. She works with her. I spent some time with her when she was here and she doesn't belong here. Her husband was killed in an accident a year ago and she wanted to try and get out a little. Cindy brought her here.

"I told her about the type of place this was and that Cindy was my ex. I mentioned to her that I would like to take her somewhere for dinner but not here. She mentioned the party Saturday and I told her I wouldn't be there and if she would like to go out with me somewhere else to let me know. I'm supposed to contact her tomorrow. I know Cindy filled her mind with a lot of shit. It's up to her to sort it out," said Larry.

I looked down and Bill and Trish weren't in sight. I did see Marge dancing with Dave. He had his hands on her ass and was pulling her tight against him. I was pissed! More so because she was letting it happen. Why was she not pushing his hands away? I had to wonder if she had already been further with him.

I saw Dave whispering something to her and she shook her head no. I had no idea what they were saying to each other. Larry looked at me but didn't say anything. I guess because he has been through it all. I wanted to go down and knock Dave on his sorry ass and tell Marge to go to hell, but I was able to stay calm.

I asked Larry, "Where did Trish and Bill go? I didn't see them on the floor anywhere." As he was getting ready to tell me, the song ended and Dave and Marge went back to the table. Marge sat down and Dave took Cindy by the hand and onto the dance floor.

"The club doesn't allow open sex on the dance floor. There is always a little touching or groping such as Dave did a few minutes ago, but anything further you have to take to the rooms in the back. Back in the rooms most anything goes as long as they are consenting adults. I figured Bill took Trish back to get fucked."

We looked at the dance floor. There were probably twenty couples dancing; most were pretty intimate. When Larry saw Dave put his hand on Cindy's ass I heard him say, "She's still a fucking whore."

I knew he must still have some old feelings for her since they were married for eighteen years. He had one son who was a junior in high school and chose to live with his dad.

It wasn't long before we saw Cindy and Dave head to the rooms in back. "Fucking Goddamn slut!" said Larry.

I looked over at the table and this guy Fred was sitting there talking to Marge. I had to wonder if he was going to ask her to the back room.

"Larry, you said you met my wife a couple of weeks ago. She came here with Trish, Carol and Barb. At least that's what she told me. Do you know if she went to the back room with anyone?"

"I'm sorry Rob, but I don't remember all that well. I had my mind on Barb and we didn't go to the back. I do seem to recall seeing your wife dancing with a few men but don't think she went to the back. I believe she and Barb stayed out here but I'm fairly sure Trish and Cindy went to the back. Wish I could tell you more. When I met your wife she was pretty drunk, sorry."

We'd finished what food we wanted, left some money for the tab, and drained the beer, so I figured it was time to leave. We got up and Larry showed me some of the rooms that were upstairs. He said the ones downstairs were about the same but more of them. Basically they were small rooms with a full size bed. They had a nightstand and a rack to hang your clothes. There was also an extra chair for anyone that might be invited in to watch.

Each room had a door for privacy. To have a room for an hour the minimum was fifty dollars. It was for the cost of keeping the rooms clean. Bedding was changed after each use. There was also a couple of larger rooms with king-size beds that had picture windows in them. It was for the voyeurs who would sit outside and watch. To have a voyeur seat was twenty dollars. There was no time limit. Larry told me that a lot of the older people like in their seventies would come up and watch the couples having sex. Anyone could have a voyeur seat for the price.

It seemed there was always someone willing to be an exhibitionist. Their room fee was only thirty dollars. They made up the difference with the voyeurs.

It was time to face the music. We were heading downstairs and we walked over to where Marge was talking to Fred. Trish, Cindy and Don were nowhere to be scene. We knew they were back in the private rooms.

To say that Marge was shocked to see me would have been an understatement. Her mouth flew open as we walked toward her.

"Rob! What are you doing here? Are you following me?" asked Marge. "I didn't know you knew Larry." Larry just nodded hello to Marge.

Fred looked at us and quickly got up and left the table. We stood there while I talked to Marge. "I didn't follow you. In fact I forgot you were going out until I seen your note. I had no idea where you were going. Larry is a friend of my cousin Mike, you know Mike," she nodded.

"Anyway, you were so hell-bent on coming here Saturday that I wanted to see the place for myself. Larry told me it's five hundred dollars a couple or three hundred for a single to join for a year. There are other costs as well for using some of the amenities of the facility."

"Rob, how long have you been here?" asked Marge.

"Long enough," I replied. I figured she might be worried if I saw her with Dave earlier. "So, are you ready to go home?"

"I can't leave. I'm the designated driver. I have to wait for Trish and Cindy." I saw her look over at Larry. She knew he was Cindy's ex.

"Where's Barb tonight?" asked Larry.

"She said she didn't want to come to the club tonight," answered Marge.

"So, are you coming home with me or waiting for your friends?"

She gave me what seemed to be a mean look. "And just leave my friends with no way home? I could never do that to them," said Marge.

"Well, let's go Larry. Thanks for showing me around." I looked back over at Marge and said, "Your friends could have rode home with Dave since he's here."

"Rob wait! Please! We need to talk," said Marge, as we just kept walking out the door. She must have figured that if we saw Dave then we probably saw her letting him grope her.

Larry and I didn't talk much on the way home. I thanked him for showing me around and told him I didn't expect to be a member. I wished him the best with Barb and I headed for home.

I was pissed. I had to wonder if my marriage was over. I found out one thing for sure. I didn't like anyone touching my wife. It was a fantasy I wished would never have happened. I knew I didn't want to talk to Marge tonight. A night that we usually would have great sex turned into a nightmare for me.

I got my clothes for the next day and alarm clock out of our bedroom and went to sleep in the spare room. I locked the door and did my best to try and sleep. An hour or so later I heard Marge come in. She called for me but I didn't answer.

She knocked on the bedroom door. "Rob, we need to talk." I heard her but was not in any mood to talk. I know it wouldn't go well. I heard her walk away and go into our bedroom. Eventually I fell asleep and woke up to my alarm clock.

I quickly got dressed and left the house so I wouldn't have to talk to Marge. I even left my cell phone on the table in case she tried to call me. She knew better than to call the factory. They would only accept emergency phone calls.

It was a hell of a day but I kept busy. I knew I would have to talk to her sometime but I wanted to get my thoughts straight instead of just having a yelling match.

I got off at my regular time on Friday and went home. I went through the house and it looked like she might have gotten up late since she probably didn't hear the clock go off this morning.

I could see where she threw her clothes from the night before and hadn't made the bed so I figure she was running late. I guess I was feeling somewhat sorry for myself and didn't want to talk to her. I remember when I talked to her on Wednesday that she said she was going shopping with her friends to buy a new outfit for the party.

The more I thought about the fucking party the more pissed off I got. I decided I wasn't spending the night at the house. I would spend the night at a motel and try and get my head on straight. I had never walked out on her and did this before. It looked like the beginning of the end of our marriage.

It's just that her wanting to be with her friends at the party and seeing her with Dave, and her letting him grope her, I knew I couldn't live this way. I decided to leave her a note.

{I}Dear Marge{/I}

{I}I'm staying at a motel for two nights to help clear my mind. I'm working Saturday and  will be home Sunday to talk to you and figure out where we go from here. I owe you that much. I saw you with Dave and you didn't try to stop him when he was mauling your ass. I can't live with an open marriage or swinging life style.{/I}

{I}I know now that Dave and Trish aren't even married and live a swingers' lifestyle. I found out that they brought Cindy into it also. It looks like they convinced you that it's what you need. I'm sorry but I want nothing to do with that club or your friends.{/I}

{I}I feel that I'm partially responsible for our marriage problem. We always talked about you with other men and it looks like you took it from fantasy to reality. I don't want to be part of it. We'll tell the girls that we are getting a divorce and I believe we can both be adults about it.{/I}

{I}Have fun at your April Fools Party. I know your friends were hoping to help you make a cuckold fool out of me, if you haven't already. I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for.{/I}

{I}Rob{/I}

I didn't even sign it with love because it wasn't a loving letter.

Chapter 3

I was at odds with myself. Marge and I have been through a number of rough patches in our life. The one thing that always held us together was our honesty to each other and discussing our problems. We didn't always agree on everything but we were able to work it out.

I wasn't sure if we could do it this time. If she went to the party and got fucked by Dave or some other man I know our lifetime commitment of being together would be over. I had to wonder if she had already been with Dave or anyone else.

I went and picked up a pizza and found a cheap motel for the two nights. I told her I worked Saturday but I didn't. I just didn't want to be there while she got ready for her party. Arguing with her about it would solve nothing. Even if I talked her out of going, doesn't mean she wouldn't go another time.

I went to the bar and drank a couple of beers. I was hit on by a woman and actually thought of taking her to my room and fucking the shit out of her but then I was still married and wouldn't be any better than what Marge was doing.

I stopped and bought a pizza and a twelve pack of beer and headed to my room. As soon as I went in and turned on the TV there was a hard knock on my door. I answered it and it was Marge.

She pushed her way into my room and started in on me.

"What the hell are you doing!" She was yelling at me. "I came home from the club yesterday and you were in the guest room. Ok, I figured you were mad that I didn't come home with you and we'd talk it over in the morning.

"Then you leave for work without waking me up. I went to call you after getting up late and you left your phone on the table. All day I was mad that you avoided me. I get home from work and find this letter about you leaving me. I spent an hour calling motels to find out where you were. What the hell is going on?"

I sat there and listened to what she said. I thought she would be a little saddened but she was mad as hell at me. "Come over and sit down, have a beer and a piece of pizza and we'll talk."

She did sit down and took a beer. "What's going on Rob? Is there someone else? Who is it?"

I was getting seriously pissed. "Yeah! There's someone else. Your fucking friends. I was happy to see that after Becky got married that you found some friends to hang with. Even when you went out with them you came home and we made love and it was great.




April Fools Day



"As of late I can tell you have been hiding things from me. Your friends are swingers and I'm pretty sure you know it. The club you want to go to and have been to a number of times is a swingers' club. You're a smart woman and I know you knew it.

"Now you're trying to involve me in it so you can fuck around without considering it cheating. For all I know you been going there for a while. There is no way I'm going to be a cuckold husband or at least stay one."

"Rob, you have it wrong on so many levels." She was mellowing down a little but still mad. "Let's begin with Dave and Trish not being married. I found it out last week but I didn't think it was a big deal. Lots of people live together now a days. I hadn't mentioned it to you because we haven't talked for over a week," she replied.

"What about the club? Why did you want to go there so bad. ? Last week you told me while you were drunk on something that you let men rub your tits and ass. Of course then there's the fact that you let Dave rub his cock against you. Yes, I saw it. I also saw that you let him rub your ass and you didn't even attempt to stop him. Care to elaborate on that?

"I have to wonder how long this cheating has been going on," I stared at Marge and took a big swallow out of my beer.

"Let me start with the club. I have only been there twice. I've never lied to you. I didn't know it was a swingers' bar until yesterday. I did know that it was a bar for people more our age and thought we could go there once in a while. It does have a pretty happy atmosphere.

"The first time I went I got drunk. I think Trish or Cindy put some kind of drug in my drink. I remember dancing with a few guys but not much more. On the way home Trish and Cindy told me I was into it and let men grope me. Even being drunk I can't picture me letting that happen without me stopping them.

"I honestly don't remember but I called Barb the next day. She spent the night dancing with your friend Larry. Trish and Cindy disappeared for almost an hour. I asked Barb what I did and she told me that men did touch me but I kept telling them to stop and that I kept pushing their hands away.

"She said that I kept telling them that I was happily married and eventually went back to our table."

"What about yesterday with Dave?" I said, still rather pissed off.

This time Marge was a bit more subdued. "I was wrong in letting it happen but I wanted revenge against what you did. I shouldn't have had done it."

"Me! What the hell did I do? You let Dave rub your ass and didn't even stop him and you want to blame me? What the hell is the matter with you? I should have went down and broke his fucking neck!"

"The first time I danced with him, it might have been before you got there, he kept putting his hand on my ass and I told him to stop. He told me he was getting even because you put your hands in Trish's bathing suit when we were in their hot tub.

"I stopped dancing with him and told Trish I wanted to talk with her. She told me it was true but all in fun. She said when I went to the bathroom and Dave was making us drinks that you put your hands down her swimsuit on her pussy and fingered her for a couple of minutes till you heard us coming out.

"Is it true? Did you do that? That's why I let Dave grab my ass to get even but it made me feel like I cheated on you. Dave asked me to go to the back room with him and I told him 'no way!' I would never cheat on you Rob. As God as my witness I've never been with another man. So, can you say the same thing? Did you feel her pussy or not?"

"The truth is yes, I did but it wasn't the way she told you. After you and Dave went inside she stood up and pulled her bottoms down. She had a shaved pussy. She grabbed my hand and rubbed it against her for a few seconds. She laughed and told me if I played my cards right I could probably have some of it.

"When I pulled my hand back she told me that you were probably getting your ass rubbed by Dave in the kitchen. When you came out you were adjusting your bathing suit."

"For Christ sake Rob! Dave never got near me! I just came out of the bathroom and was adjusting my suit to get back in the hot tub. Rob, I love you and only you," replied Marge.

"That's why I told you I didn't trust Trish or Dave. I didn't know Cindy till Larry showed me pictures of her fucking both Dave and Bill. I don't want to be with other women like that. All I want is you. I'm getting older and I know the things you like and dislike. I'm set in my ways but will do whatever it takes to make you happy as long as it's just you and me.

"If you love me the way you say you do then I don't want you going to that club and I don't want you being close friends with either Trish or Cindy. So I guess I'm giving you a ultimatum. A life with me or with your swinging friends and a club full of lonely people."

"I choose you!" said Marge and kissed me. We removed the pizza off the bed and Marge lay on my bed.

I told her that I had the room paid for the two nights and we might as well enjoy it. She told me she didn't bring any clothes and I told her she didn't need any. We both stripped and she lay on the bed.

I started by massaging her feet. She loved to have her feet rubbed. Next I moved up to her legs and rubbed both of them. When I got to her thighs she smiled and spread her legs. She bent her knees as I moved in on her pussy.

"Rob, I love you and only you. I don't need anyone but you."

I buried my face against her pussy. To say she was wet would be an understatement. I sucked and kissed her pussy to her moans and groans.

"Rob, let me do you too." I rolled over on my back and she got on top of me and we were going at it in the sixty-nine position. God I loved sucking on her pussy. The nice thing was I knew the things that turned her on.

The more I did for her, the more I got out of it. I asked her to get on her hands and knees on the bed. I began spanking her. I told her it was for being a bad girl and letting other men touch her. I actually spanked her kind of hard, but she didn't complain.

My cock was rock hard as I pushed it into her doggie style. Since all the foreplay I knew it wouldn't take long to come. I shoved my cock hard into her. I came hard and felt her scream out as her pussy squeezed my cock. I stayed in her till she squeezed every bit of cum I had built up.

I got off of her and she rolled over. She went to get up and I told her she didn't need to clean up just yet. As she sat up I handed her a beer and a slice of pizza. She smiled at me as we both sat on the bed naked.

"Let's talk about it. What about your friends and the April Fools Party? Do you intend on going?"

"God no! I'd never go without you. I knew sex went on at the club but that didn't mean everyone had to do it. There are a lot of people that go there for the atmosphere. I figured if we went you would be my protector but now I know that Trish and Dave had other ideas. I don't want to have anything to do with them.

"After I read your note I called Trish and told her we wouldn't be going to the party. I'll let her know Monday that we can be friends at work but that I have no intention of going out with her or Cindy ever again. I promise I will never do anything to jeopardize our marriage. I love you so much. I'm sorry if I've been a bitch."

After we ate I turned off the lights and we got under the sheets naked. We cuddled with her back to me and my cock against her ass. It wasn't long before she changed positions slightly and I pushed my cock into her pussy. I whispered in her ear what about having her ass and she told me, "Take me out tomorrow and get me drunk and you can have it."

After our love making we fell asleep. In the morning I woke up while she was still sleeping and took a shower and got dressed. I went over to the restaurant and got us some coffee and Danish rolls. I know she always liked them.

When I returned she was in the shower. After getting out of the shower she had to put on the same clothes she wore yesterday. She thanked me for the coffee and Danish.

She was smiling at me and I knew she wanted to ask me something. "What? I know you want something," I said.

"Well, since I didn't go shopping yesterday and you might be taking me out tonight, and of course I have nothing to wear; will you take me shopping?"

One thing I was never good at was going shopping. Every time she asked me I told her to ask our daughters to go with her. I looked at her and said, "Ok, but don't make this a habit." We both laughed.

I gave Larry a call and told him the good news that Marge and I talked over our relationship and asked him if he and Barb were going out tonight. He told me they were but she didn't want to go to the club and neither did he. I asked him if he wanted to go out with us for dinner and a few drinks.

He told me that Barb liked Marge and was worried about her falling into Cindy's way of life and that she would be glad to hear about us. I told him what time I would pick them up and the women could decide where they wanted to go.

When I mentioned it to Marge, she was happy. She said she really liked Barb. Knowing what the club was like, she was a bit worried about Larry. I told her the story about Larry and Cindy and how they got into the club lifestyle. She felt better about Larry after that.

We went shopping and I help her pick out a couple of outfits. We were actually having fun. While she was trying on one outfit I snuck in her dressing room and put my hand over her panties and squeezed her crotch.

She told me to get out and let her change clothes. She was laughing hard when we heard a voice. "There are other people here, please take your love making elsewhere, thank you."

We both laughed. "I'm sorry," replied Marge as she scooted me out of the dressing room. We also went to Victoria's Secret and I bought her two pair of panties. We could have bought ten pair for the same price anywhere else but I did it for her. She's never bought any there before and probably never will again.

I ended up driving by the house so she could pick up some of her makeup and things. We stopped by our daughter Ruth's place just to say hi and hug our grandson who was two years old. While shopping my wife picked up a couple of things for the baby.

Ruth was happy to see us. We stayed for while and told her we were having a night out and even staying in a motel. She thought it was romantic and hoped she and her husband Joe could be like us twenty plus years up the road.

We went back to our room and got dressed. Marge looked beautiful and I made sure I told her so. We picked up Larry and Barb. The girls were so happy to see each other. There was no talk of the club as we headed to the Outback Steakhouse. That's what the girls wanted. We got a pitcher of beer and all talked about our jobs.

After dinner we stopped by a lounge and danced for a couple of hours. I did dance with Barb and Larry with Marge but it was nice with no flirting. When I danced with Marge I slid my hand down to her ass. She let it be for a half minute and then pushed it back up to her waist. "Save that for later," she told me. She really didn't like getting groped in public.

After dropping of Larry and Barb we went back to our motel. We had over a half hour of foreplay. After rubbing her feet, because they hurt from the dancing, and her legs, I ate her pussy again. As I pushed my cock in her she moaned and groaned. After she came I pulled out of her; I hadn't come yet.

"A promise is a promise," she told me as she turned over and I smacked her on the ass and put my cock at her anal opening.

"Honey, just please go slow," she said.

I kept putting my cock from her wet pussy to her ass to get it wet enough before entering her. I went slow and easy before pumping my cock. I could hear her telling me it was ok to give her more, which I did. She was now into it but we just went slow.

After about ten minutes I came in her ass. "Honey, I feel it! I feel you coming in my ass. I love you so much."

It was tight but I liked it. She told me she had to clean up. She would have a hard time sleeping with my cum dribbling out her ass. I had to laugh as she went and cleaned up.

Epilogue:

Our life was more back to normal. We had sex a couple of times a week. We became good friends with Larry and Barb. We visited our kids or them us at least once a week. Marge realized she didn't lose her kids, she could see them anytime she wanted to. They called her pretty much daily.

Marge said she told Trish that her lifestyle wasn't for her. She was a one man woman and was happily married. Marge said they hardly talked after that. They were just courteous to each other at work.

Barb said she transferred to a different department at work where she rarely saw Dave or Bill. She and Larry are very happily dating and Larry loves her kids. His son is happy for his father. There maybe a marriage in the future but they are taking it slow.

Barb called Marge and said she had some juicy gossip. It seems that Trish got pregnant and not sure who the sperm donor is. Dave won't marry her and she wanted to keep the baby but not sure now.

She also said that one night outside the club they found Dave a bloody mess. Someone beat the living shit out of him and he's not sure who did it or at least afraid to tell.

Marge asked me if I had heard about it and I told her my cousin Mike and Larry both told me. I just wanted her to hear it from someone else.

She asked me if either me or Larry knew who did it and I replied, "I love you Marge. Let's just leave it at that."




Hope you enjoyed my story.
Comments are welcome and appreciated.
DG Hear



April Fool's Joke on Leslie



When I first married Ray he told me this really funny story of a friend of his from work that was just about as perverted as he is. This was back in the 'old days' before digital cameras, when you would take your print film to Fotomat or MotoPhoto and some pimply-faced teenager would send your film off to be developed or in the case of 1-Hour MotoPhoto, they would develop the pictures right there in the store, while you waited.

Personally I really believe Ray did this to one of his ex-wives, but he never admitted it and claimed it was his buddy Gary. 

I have never met either Gary or his wife, Leslie and to hear Ray describe Leslie, I'm sure I would hate her. At the time she was tall, blonde, an ex-bikini model with perfect titties and what Ray described as a perfect ass (though I'm convinced he was the perfect ass!).

Anyway, one evening (back in the eighties!) Gary and Leslie were feeling frisky and started taking sexy pictures of each other with their One-Step Polaroid. The poses became more and more risqué what with the booze and the weed plus it was a Polaroid camera, after all, who's going to see the pictures?!?!

Except the One-Step ran out of film after about ten pictures, and Leslie didn't realize (or was too loaded to care) that Gary had substituted their little Canon Sure Shot 35mm camera. He reasoned, there was a full roll of 36 exposures plus another couple of rolls in the fridge. So Gary 'fired' away as Leslie loosened up even more, vamping, spreading her legs, touching herself, acting like quite the porn queen, a regular Seka. Next thing you know Gary is shooting POV (point of view) shots of his wife sucking his dick and him fucking and finger fucking her. There were close-ups of her asshole, her dildo up her cunt and Gary's piece de resistance, a cum-shot, with her mouth open showing off her prize and the spunk on her face!

As with most nights of heavy-duty passion, the pictures and film were tossed in a drawer to be forgotten. Maybe Leslie forgot about the photos, but Gary didn't; the handful of Polaroids he would look at when Leslie went shopping, probably masturbating! But the canister of 35mm film was a bit of problem. Gary didn't want to take them to any local film processor or even send them off to OWL or Kodak because he was sure they would be confiscated and he would be charged with pornography! So they sat in his underwear drawer for a couple of months.

Leslie loved to take pictures of her two young sons, Jason and Jeremy, and she took a lot. The one thing she always hated was having to wait eight or nine days for her pictures to be developed, so imagine her delight when the 1-Hour MotoPhoto opened at the strip mall over on Vandament, just a few blocks away!

The two teenagers working at the MotoPhoto were Southern Nazarene University students, probably freshmen, and totally naïve! Leslie had become a regular and maybe their best customers in only a matter of weeks and knew both boys by their first names. She loved to dress provocatively, especially knowing how seemingly religious the guys were; they even had the fish symbol on the wall plus a few scripture quotes.

Of course Gary encouraged her to tease the poor boys, telling her they were probably virgins, had never seen a naked woman, etc. Plus she just loved the way they seemed to drop everything when she came in the store; she thought they were really cute.

Some time had passed since the HOT photo session and Gary had forgotten about the undeveloped film until one day he rediscovered it under a pair of boxers in the back of his drawer. Funny, he thought, tomorrow is April 1st, April Fool's Day, and Leslie had three rolls of film to drop off for developing. So he substituted the hard-core amateur porn for one of the three rolls from their young son's, Jeremy, birthday party.

As always, Leslie was excited about seeing the pictures, especially the one particular roll of the cake and candles, so when she dropped off the rolls at MotoPhoto she was all but gushing to the boys about the photos and that she had to run back home because she had forgotten to bring her dry cleaning that she had meant to drop off.

Stopping back at the house, she rushed in to pick up the pile of clothing when Gary came out of the garage, probably studying those Polaroids. Asking where she had been she explained she had dropped the film off then realized she had forgotten the dry cleaning.

"So you haven't picked up the photos?

"No, I just dropped them off and plan to swing by before I hit the drive-thru at the cleaners." Leslie answered

"You know this is April Fool's Day don't you."

"No, but what's the big deal?"

"I don't know, just thought you might want to play a joke on your two friends at MotoPhoto."

Leslie knew Gary, and knew that Gary's 'jokes' usually meant her flashing someone.

"What did you have in mind?" Leslie loved to 'play' with the two guys, they would get so embarrassed and turn red, stuttering the entire time she would be in the store. She thought it was funny the way they would try not to stare at her nipples whenever she didn't wear her bra, or when she wore one of her mini-skirts and would drop something so she could bend over or squat down. They were way too shy and cute.

"You know those jeans you cut-off because I wanted to see you in some Daisy Dukes?"

Gary had insisted Leslie cut some of her favorite jeans into shorts, but as she was cutting, the material was too thick for her to cut so Gary took over. He ended up cutting them way too short, making a deep vee to the front so that when she tried them on there was only a thin strip of denim between her legs and without her panties on, the material cut deeply into her pussy, separating her crotch and exposing her fat, bald pussy lips. Plus the back was cut-up high like one of today's thong swimming suits, showing way too much of her tight ass.

They were most definitely too obscene to wear out in public but she was only going to MotoPhoto and there was a high counter between the customers and the two clerks. Besides, she really liked these guys and they seemed to like her so it's not like anyone would be offended.

"Gary, those shorts show way too much skin. I can't wear those out of the house." She complained.

"Baby if you wear your sexy pink tube top, they'll be so busy staring at your tits that they won't even notice your "Daisy Dukes" at least not until you turn to leave." Gary argued. "Besides, you can always just shout, April Fools."

"That doesn't make any sense, but I will try the shorts on.'

Leslie disappeared into the bedroom and returned in less than ten minutes. Her favorite tube top was made out of some kind of sheer stretchy material, it fit incredibly tight, and because of the light pink shade and the thin fabric it was almost transparent. Gary couldn't believe that she would ever leave the house wearing this. It was as sheer as a head scarf and the way it hugged her body it left nothing to the imagination, the dark circles, her aureoles, were plainly visible, even the puffiness was noticeable as were her always hard nipples.

And then there were the shorts. Yes, Gary thought to himself they are obscene, if she looked in the mirror there is no way she will leave the house. To begin with they fit her incredibly tight and even before the alteration they rode so deep between her pussy lips they were the ultimate camel toe. 

In her rush to pull them on, the thin material between her legs had gone to one side of her crotch leaving her pussy completely exposed. Plus Leslie's pussy was one of those fantastic works of art that even with her lips tightly pinched together her clitoris was STILL exposed, protruding from between her soft pink labia like a fat miniature penis.

"Turn around and let me see." Leslie slowly turned; with her back to him she bent forward. With her legs about shoulder width apart, the thin strip of denim did not conceal her anus. There it was, her dark little rosebud only partially covered by her too little costume.

"Wow, I don't know if I'm supposed to be Beau Duke or who but you look fucking HOT!"

Completing her pirouette, Leslie next slowly began to squat to the floor. As she lowered towards the floor, Gary could see her lips start to pull open, until she finally widely opened her knees, pushing her cunt forward. Yep! Obscene, her moist fuck hole was clearly on display and after those boys developed all of those pictures of Leslie fucking, cock sucking, finger-fucking, and then when she comes walking in the store like this... Oh fuck!

Leslie's better judgment told her that going out dressed like this was a mistake, but she had worn this same top in front of them before and yes they were incredibly embarrassed and their eyes were like tractor beams to her nipples, but Gary was probably right, they might not notice her shorts.

There was an empty parking space right in front of the store as Leslie pulled her TA in next to a big red GMC pick-up. It looked like there were a couple of customers in the store so Leslie decided to wait in her car, hoping they would soon leave. Listening to the radio she glanced down at her lap and was shocked to see her bald pussy completely uncovered.

Standing, the shorts hit right at the bottom of her crotch, but in the low-slung bucket seats of the Trans Am they pulled ever higher, to the top of her pussy. The material was also still pulled to one side of her cunt, so she slipped the car seat back and reached between her legs to pull the denim back where it should be. As her fingers tugged at the strip she couldn't help but feel that familiar warm sensation she gets when she touches herself. Looking through the windows of the store it didn't appear that anyone was leaving soon, so she slowly started to massage her fat clitoris.

She was so exposed, even with the crotch of her shorts now back in position and her little thin band of a tube top wrapped around her she wasn't sure if she would be able to go through with the 'joke'. She thought if she could maybe arouse herself enough she would forget about her nudity. She had publicly flashed before, but that was only her titties, never her pussy and NEVER anything this extreme.

So she touched herself hoping if she was turned on she would find the courage. The bright afternoon sun reflected off the hood of her car as she found herself becoming wet and horny; as she fingered her swollen knob leaning back in the corner of the seat and putting her foot up on the console. 

With her legs now spread and with clear access to her hole, she lay back and fingered herself while watching the two young men working inside the store. With one hand, she pulled her tube top down low enough that one tittie sprang free. Rubbing and pinching her already hard nipple she wondered if anyone inside the store could tell what she was doing.

Slowly pushing her middle two fingers deep inside her hole, she collected some of her wetness, rubbing it on her nipple, then sunk them back inside, fucking herself. She didn't want to cum, she only wanted to work up a buzz and maintain that hard-core edge, as she kept a steady motion going. A woman came out of the store and got in the pick-up next to her. Glancing up as the truck pulled out she couldn't help but see the wide smile of the guy in the passenger seat that had been watching her the entire time. Cool.

Then finally the last customer left and it was her turn to pull off her April Fool's joke.

Hot, horny and ready to turn these young boys on, she got out of her car. It was then the warm air hit her very bare ass; a touch of nervousness spread through her body as she took a deep breath then with both hands grabbed the waist band of her shorts and pulled them up against her cunt, the denim fabric cutting tight against her swollen clitoris.

She looked down, first at her breast, the tops of her nipples hidden just below the top of her almost nothing top. Next hunching her hips forward so she could see her crotch, there was her shaved crimson pussy hiding the thin strip of clothing that reappeared at the top of her fat naked lips. It looked obscene; she swallowed deeply and brazenly entered the store.

Both boys appeared to be busy printing and packaging photos as she cheerily greeted them. Leslie thought they were acting a little odd as they hadn't looked at her, maybe they had seen her masturbating in her car or maybe they were just covered up with orders. 

She boldly decided to not stand behind the high counter and walked to where the cash register was, a counter that was just about pussy lips high. Leslie's long legs were the perfect length as the height of the counter was about an inch below her 'little man in the boat'.

Pushing her pelvis against the Formica, she almost died when she saw her reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. The edge of the counter top cut right across her thighs, swelling her already bubble gum pussy with its fat lips and making them even more pronounced.

Gary had always told what a beautiful cunt she had. At first she hated that word but when she found out how horny it made some men when you whisper in their ear, "Lick my cunt," she realized the power of it and used it always to describe herself. She had dark, fat lips, but because of the delicate flower-like petals of her inner labia and the largeness of her clitoris and the shroud that usually covered it, it never looked to be just a slit. The orchid petals of her inner lips always protruded and when she was excited the blood rushed down there and made her clit stand out like a little penis. And at this moment it was standing out MORE than just a little penis.

Momentarily losing her courage she sat her purse on the counter in front of her. Then shifting from one foot to another and continuing to press, hunch the counter she begin to once more regain that edge. Then sliding her purse a little to the side she could see that as she rubbed back and forth she was spreading her lips even wider and looking down at her crotch, the edge of the counter had caused her clit to jut out almost an inch.

She glanced at the boys then touching her fingers to her mouth she touched the swollen little dick, it was hot and throbbing! Backing away just long enough to reach between her legs she touched her fuck-hole and felt the creamy lubricate that was beginning to ooze out of her. Scooping up two fingers of her love cream she rubbed it on her pulsating knob, squeezing and jacking-off her glistening miniature monster.

Once more she looked up at her vulgar reflection in the mirror and decided to move her purse back in front but then she noticed her tube top had worked higher on her chest, not giving quite the exposure she was wanting. Taking hold of the bottom edge of her pink covering she gently begin to pull it down, exposing the dark circles of her aureole and was almost to the top of her nipples...

When suddenly both boys seemed to appear out of nowhere! Startling Leslie, she imperceptibly jumped, inadvertently tugging the tube top down just enough that both of her beautiful, firm, C cup breast 'popped' into view. Looking at the boys she didn't realize what had happened and thought that they were gawking at her chest because of the sheerness and transparency of her top not because her little elastic top was now acting as a shelf for naked tits.

Wow! The boys had definitely won the lottery; not only had they spent the last couple of hours printing multiple copies of pictures of their favorite customer in some of the most pornographic poses they could have only imagined, but she was now standing in front of them completely exposed. They didn't know where to look, up, down, tits, cunt!

They had placed the three packets of photos on the counter between them. Leslie usually talked a lot and when she was nervous even more as she began to prattle on about the photos, and the party and how excited she was to see all of her pictures. Then like every other visit to the store she opened the envelope and started going through the pictures. Still talking a blue streak until she finally looked down to the photos she had spread across the counter top.

There, spread out in front of the three of them, were the hottest, nastiest, hard-core photos that she had forgotten all about, 4 X 6 color glossy photos of every thing she and Gary had done that hot and steamy night. The spread shots, both hands pulling her pussy wide as if it was some sort of National Geographic spelunker special, the blow jobs, Gary's dick buried in her mouth, her cunt, her ass, his cum shot, her open mouth full of her husband's spunk, the face painting. 

At first she was shocked, embarrassed, but as her eyes looked across the counter at the boys she saw the bulges in their slacks, BIG bulges in their slacks! Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention and it was then she saw her naked breast.

Her instinct was to immediately pull her top up but as she looked down past her breast, her nipples as hard and erect as she has ever seen them, she saw the wetness on the counter in front of her cunt. As they had all been standing there, she had not stopped her steady motion, her pressing and rocking and humping against the counter and what she thought were chill shivers she suddenly realized her pussy had been ejaculating, cumming as the boys stood there watching, staring at her swollen clitoris.

The boys had been speechless as her pussy squirted, sprayed her ejaculate onto the black formica counter-top, making a spreading puddle of her milky musky juice; Leslie had suddenly become silent as the full impact of the scene hit her. What had started out as a bit of innocent flashing in front of two eighteen year-old virgins was now on the verge of being a full-fledged coming of age porn film, minus the video. 

Leslie was torn, she had never cheated on Gary with another man, not 'technically', though Gary was always fantasizing about 'watching' her, she assumed it was just 'SEX' talk. Surely he didn't really want her to fuck another man! 

Though once, Gary had his African-American friend, Doug, by for a drink. It seemed odd, but Gary had her dress very provocatively and they spent the entire evening talking about SEX, all three of them seemingly getting pretty worked up and to top it off Gary put a porn tape in the VCR! And it was something called "Black Dicks and Blonde Chicks"!! They were all three blitzed from smoking weed and chasing it with Crown, and though she was sure she didn't fuck Doug, she did remember Gary wanting her to jack him off! 

Everything was all so hazy that night; a blur, but she vaguely remembered waking up about 4 AM, in front of the sofa, on the living room floor. She was naked except for her panties and they had been pulled down past her butt. Gary was nearby, passed out on the floor, his t-shirt still on but his jeans were totally off. She noticed the coffee table had been pulled over to the side and as she got to her hands and knees there was Doug, also pants less, and sprawled in the middle of the sofa, fast asleep. His large, thick and flaccid man-meat lying on his thigh 

It was dark in the living room, the porn tape had ended and the television was flickering, making that uncomfortable sound that static makes, loudly filling the room. On her hands and knees she found herself within a foot of the sofa and eye-to-eye with Doug's naked cock. She stared at him and wondered what had happened; had she sucked his big dick and then passed out?

His cock was bigger than Gary's and it seemed to have a sheen on it, there was a white, crusty film on his leg where something appeared to have leaked, was it CUM, maybe Leslie's pussy juice? Surely she would remember fucking him, especially a beautiful BIG dick like this. 

Her mind was hazy but she kind of remembered touching him, maybe even stroking it. Did she suck him? Did Gary get her high so she would fuck him? She wanted to remember, she wanted to fuck him. It was then she felt the liquid draining out of her hole. Her cunt had been pumped full of cum and as she admired this beautiful piece of dark meat, she felt her pussy voiding and emptying the thick sauce that filled her.




April Fool's Joke on Leslie



She breathed on it. It didn't move, she cautiously stuck out her tongue and touched it to the huge head. She licked it, trying to wedge her tongue in the slit on the end. She pursed her lips and sucked on the tip. It stirred. She reached up with her hand and tried to wrap her fingers around its girth, her hand couldn't wrap around it. It began to stiffen. Raising it off his thigh she tried to put her mouth around it. It barely fit but her mouth was taut and stretched as she began to suck it. It had a different taste, musky, maybe a bit acrid, but she liked it. She didn't think that was cheating, technically. But I DIGRESS!

As she pulled two twenties out of her purse to pay for her photos, the boys gathered the pictures off the counter and stuffed them back in their envelope. "Do you want to touch me?" Leslie bluntly asked.

Without even answering one of the boys reached over and squeezed her bare breast. At this she leaned forward and pressed her fingers against the bulge in his pants, sliding her same two fingers inside his waist band she quickly found the boy's swollen cock head. Pulling his slacks forward she was able to get a glimpse of his hard-on. The boy seemed to hunch forward as she again tugged at his pants further exposing his entire swollen head. She pinched it. He flinched. His CUM began to bubble out, running onto her fingers, down the front of his slacks.

The other boy unbuckled his own belt and didn't bother to pull out just his head but unzipped his slacks and pushing his underwear down showed her his whole package, hard cock and balls! Leslie couldn't resist as she lay across the counter, in her own sticky wet CUM, she pulled the boys thick meat to her mouth. His cock had barely entered her mouth when he spasmed and started to wildly spray his jizm in her mouth and on her face.

He was zipping up before he seemed to be through with his climax as he quickly tucked his boy-meat back in his pants and zipped his fly. She turned to the first boy, again reaching to the wet spot on his pants; his reaction was similar as he seemingly pulled away from her.

Looking back to the mirror she saw herself, lying across the counter in MotoPhoto, on a bright Saturday afternoon, her top wadded in a small band around her body, her 'Daisy Dukes' also appearing to be no more than a denim belt around her waist as the thin piece of fabric had snapped and allowed the short shorts to ride up to her mid-section. 

She was sprawled across the cash register counter, hunching her naked cunt in a pool of her own ejaculate on the Formica top as she masturbated her pelvis against the hard surface. Her make-up a mess and her face and hair coated and matted with the two boys' thick spunk and she was still reaching for more of their boy-goo.

That was when she noticed the car that had parked next to her Trans Am, and the person walking towards the door! They had a customer and Leslie was about to be discovered as the wanton nympho that she secretly was.

Suddenly one of the boys tossed her one of their white lab coats and she was able to scramble off the table just as the PTA leader from her sons' school entered. Snatching up her pictures and her purse she was able to slide behind the lady and out the door before she had time to acknowledge her. Leslie thought she was home-free, except for one little problem! In the boys haste to make multiple copies of Leslie and Gary's Big Night photos, some had gotten mixed in with some of the other MotoPhoto orders that were also being processed.

So Leslie sped away to the dry-cleaners, thinking about flashing that cute guy that worked the drive-thru, unaware that some VERY hard-core pictures of her were about to be circulated through-out her small community!