2 comments/ 33727 views/ 4 favorites Keep Me Awake! By: puppop Author's note; Readers, thank you for voting 'Mitzi at Poolside' the number one submission in the National Nude Day 2003 contest. The following story is another of those did it really happen? kind of stories. I'll leave it to you to decide! –puppop It was pretty quiet around the house. I'd expected Marie back by seven and so prepared a light dinner in view of the hour, seafood salad for two. Rubbing my chin, I was looking over the wine selection, trying to select something complimentary when the phone rang. It was Marie. She was just leaving Savannah, to begin driving home. Court had gone over, the presiding judge had elected to finish the hearings before recessing for the next week. Marie was elated that it appeared a ruling would come down in her client's favor, but annoyed at the lateness of the hour. She was going to eat at the Cracker Barrel and head in. Hiding my disappointment, I told her to call me in a little while and be careful. After I hung up, the house seemed more silent than before. I turned on the remnants of the news, covered Marie's salad and put it in the fridge. Made a couple of calls, then grabbed a cheap white wine and ate in the study. I had some billing to catch up on anyway, stuff people like me always put off with any convenient excuse. The cat stretched and yawned from her pillow in the bottom desk drawer as I struggled to remember what my hastily scribbled notes meant days after the fact. The house phone trilled. Mitzi from next door, calling for Marie. I explained what happened and she reminded me to turn on the outside light for the late hour. She rang off with a sultry chuckle. Mitzi lives next door, now single after a bolt out of the blue divorce. She's a couple of years younger than me, (seems like everyone is anymore) and is the same age as Marie. We've known each other as neighbors for many years, although recently our friendship has taken a new twist. It's something my methodical mind is still sorting through. Opening the windows, I gazed out at the darkening twilight. The birds were making their settling sounds in the cedars by the porch. A car went by with it's headlights on. The lavender skies overhead hosted emerging swallows, wheeling and dipping, chittering as they soared. The air felt crisp, portending cooler evenings to come. I could smell fresh cut grass. It made me remember Daufuskie Island for some reason. They'd just finished mowing when we landed there via boat, one of those dinner excursions, very black tie. The food was useless fru-fru, half cooked fare a starving waif would have sneered at. Afterwards, we conversed with another couple at our big table over brandies. Marie's glittering necklace caught the candlelight as she leaned close to me, breasts barely covered in her cocktail dress. Her eyes were full of merriment and mischievousness. My co conspirator through all these years, looking so formal while she stroked me under the table, squeezing the tip, making me jerk. We returned to the condo late, and dragged the wicker couch out on our balcony. We made love as the waves boomed sixty feet below us. Her body worked sinuously above me, backlit by a passing freighter on that moonless night. Returning to my desk, my life, my present, I got out a cigarette from my hiding spot. Lighting, inhaling, sinning. My secret life. I tried to focus on the work spread across the blotter. The cat had carefully arranged herself across most of it. Not wanting to disturb her, I elected to give up working and get my shower. When Marie was away on business as she had been this past week, the bathroom looked barren. I was accustomed to all the remedies and potions, vital elixirs scattered with seeming abandon across the vanities. Upon emerging from the shower stall, I discovered the cleaning lady had forgotten to set out fresh towels. Muttering under my breath and tracking water to the hall, I'd just gotten a towel from the linen closet when the phone rang. I took the call in the study, putting it on speaker phone while I towelled down. It was Marie again. "Hey Handsome, it's me. Guess I shoulda had you overnight me some CDs while I was down here. There isn't shit for radio stations in podunk land!" I laughed, envisioning the long empty stretches of I-16 en route to Macon. I could hear some music in the background when she spoke on the hands free. "You could check the hog futures I suppose, girl. I hear something playing though. What are you listening to?" "Oh, that old Java Monkey CD of yours was in the glove box. I just didn't want to listen to it for the next coupla hours. I thought we'd visit for a while, keep me awake. Least 'til I get up to Macon. Is that OK, or were you doing something?" "No, that's fine. It's kinda lonely around here, plus the cat's laying across the desk. So I can't work." I finished wiping the water out of my ears and began mopping up the floor beneath me. "How's the car doing?" I asked. Marie had taken my Eldorado down, just to keep the miles off her Jag. I stubbornly refused to upgrade, even though the odometer had passed the century mark two years ago. Last month, the transmission had given up and our dealer rebuilt it. This was it's first road outing since. "Seems fine, Honey. I've got the cruise on, legs stretched out, and my dress is up to my waist. Keeping that thing cool, you know." A pause, then her sultry voice. "Betcha'd like to see me, wouldn't ya, Big Boy. I KNOW I could stand to see you!" "You're incorrigible, girl." I laughed, sitting down at my desk. "Such a one track mind. What put Madame Serious in such a playful mood?" "I don't know. I think this CD reminded me of our Saturday night two weeks ago. Do you remember? You had it on the night you dropped your cigarette between the seat and the door and you pulled off the road at THAT PLACE. One thought leads to another. Just thinking about our little adventure." "Oh, so that's how it is, huh? You sure you want to talk like this on a cell phone?" I was hoping that she did. We hadn't really discussed our wild evening two weeks ago because of an avalanche of work. "Ted the Dinosaur" came her sing-song reply. "Hello, cell phones are digital now. Lots more private." She giggled. "I only have one hand on the steering wheel. Tell me about that night, in your own words, please." "Listen, Pilgrim, I'm only gonna tell you this one time!" My best John Wayne. "No, come ON, be serious Tedward. Your OWN words, K?" Than, conspiratorially whispering low."I couldn't help myself the other night in the hotel room. I kept remembering what we did and finally had to DO SOMETHING. I'm naughty, aren't I?" "Yeah Baby, very naughty. OK, you win. Here it is in my own words. You promise to behave now, hear?" Marie's voice, breathless, contrite. "Oh yes, I'll be good. I'd rather be bad, but maybe later..." I leaned back in the chair, gazing out the window as I collected my thoughts. It was dark now, and quiet except for the crickets chirping. The tree frogs hadn't begun their chorus yet. The security light was starting to come on out by the street, it's halide glow flickering through the gently swaying branches of the poplars. I thought I heard the creak of Mitzi's privacy gate next door and a car went by, trunk buzzing from the thunderous bass of hip hop. I could hear Marie's breathing through her headset, coming through the speaker, patiently waiting... *** Ben Jerrolds, the senior partner at Marie's firm, had thrown a little bash to celebrate landing a big client heavily involved in acquisitions. Marie and I had attended, driving down from the mountains to his lavish estate off Tuxedo Road. It was a catered event, with a rented eight piece band to play all the favorites. We had a good time. I'd dealt with a few of the attorneys up in corporate over the years, and we stood around talking shop and gawking at the trophy wives and girlfriends. During the band's break later in the evening, a chubby girl in billing got Marie and I to accompany her as she sang a couple of old Carole King favorites. Marie on piano, myself on a borrowed guitar, playing to a rapt and slightly inebriated audience. Later, as the party was breaking up and people were taking their leave, we were shaking hands with old Ben. "I don't know why I rented a band" he said chuckling. "Hell, I've got plenty of talent in house!" Kissing Marie on the cheek. "Ya'll be careful goin' home now. Anyone that wants to stay over, why, there's plenty of room." We declined, thanking him for a great evening as the valet brought up my aging Eldo. The bright porch lights disappeared in the rear view as we glided out to Roswell Road and headed north. Marie popped open the glove box and pulled out my 'secret' pack of smokes. Lighting one, she handed it to me. I glanced at her, trying to see which way the wind blew. "Oh, I know about them. Face it Teddo, you're not the world's most secretive man. If this is the worst you can do, then I'm a lucky girl." She smiled, then got serious. "I DO want you to put them down. I want you with me forever and a day. K?" I was smiling back at her when a possum ran out from the curb. I swerved and missed it, but dropped my smoke on the floor under the seat. Quickly, I pulled into a small parking lot and stopped, throwing the door open, smelling burning carpet. Shit, shit, shit. Finally retrieving it from against the seatbelt retractor, I heard Marie guffaw, "Ted, look where we are. You gotta see this!" I emerged, brushing lint from my tie. We'd parked in front of a business sporting a small neon sign. In stylish pink script it read, 'Discreet Lingerie Modeling'. A small reader board on the wooden door showed it's hours of operation and the fact that it was open. I glanced at my watch, realizing it was a quarter past midnight. As I climbed back in, Marie said "I saw you check the time. Gonna get a quickie while we're here?" She giggled. When merlot is present at a party, Marie samples liberally. I explained this was a jack shack, not a brothel, and how business was conducted. She hung on my words intently. Staring out the passenger window at the neon sign, she asked "So when was the last time you stopped in here, Big Boy? Not EVERYONE knows about this kind of thing." I laughed. "Oh, it shows up in the papers whenever there's an election. Channel Two had a special report last go-round. That pony tail lawyer on Peachtree represents them, charges get dropped, biz as usual." "Huh. So you've never been in one, Scout's Honor?" "No, Sweetie, never." "Can girls go in there?" I was taken aback. "I don't know. I think it's a guy thing. That's why they call 'em jack shacks." "I want to go in. No, I'm serious. I want to SEE!" I was shaking my head. Alcohol does impair judgment. I was witnessing the proof. Or in her case, the twelve and a half proof. I shut the car door and reached for the seat belt. "Ted, really, find out if I can come." Suddenly sultry, "I'd like to cum, wouldn't you?" She leaned towards me, cleavage separated by her seatbelt, stroking me lightly. I put the car in gear. Her hand encased mine, "Here, pull into that spot under that tree for a minute." She pointed towards the edge of the lot. I sighed and complied. Life with my headstrong Princess. It's why she's so good in court, my little terrier. Sometimes, my little terror. *** The sign said the hours were eleven AM until four AM. As I reached for the door handle, I could hear the neon buzzing of the sign and see millars flitting around the tubes. The glass in the curtained window was half fogged with condensation from the humidity. I took a deep breath and entered. A TV was on. It was up on the wall, held by one of those mounts like they use in hospitals. A comic was going through his routine in front of an easily amused audience. Two beige sofas occupied the sitting area, along with two beautiful royal palms in huge clay pots. A fish tank was under the window, filled with tetras and zebra fish. The bubbling oxygenator leant a calmness to the room, the lame comic notwithstanding. There was a counter near a hallway. It held a phone, credit card machine and a bellhop's bell. A sign on the wall apologized for not accepting American Express, but that Visa/ Mastercard was accepted. The billing would read 'Garanco Enterprises' on one's statement. Underneath this was a Fulton County business license. I dinged the bell in this deserted waychamber, turning back to watch the fish. "Good evening sir. May I help you?" It was a young voice. I turned and espied a girl as she tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at me. She stood behind the counter wearing a well filled red blouse, which was all I could see. Well that and her eyebrow ring. To this day I couldn't tell you anything else about her face. Just because it was somebody's tribal custom to wear rings in your face doesn't mean it can play here with impunity. I don't care if it's Goth, it's goofy. A heavy bald guy wearing a black shirt suddenly appeared and retrieved some reciepts from under the counter as I explained my purpose. The Red Blouse whispered something to Black Shirt, who nodded and muttered something about 'Karla'. He disappeared down the hall. Red Blouse smiled. "If you can wait about fifteen minutes, we can take you in. We have a girl that likes to entertain couples. You'll get to meet her and ya'll can go from there. Her name is Karla and she's real sweet. You'll like her. Where's your wife?" I told her we were parked out front, Marie was in the car. Red Blouse pursed her mouth. "Hmm. Well, for privacy, if you don't want someone to recognize your car, you might want to pull around to the back. There are signs showing you which spots are ours." I nodded, taking my leave of the eyebrow ring and the comic. Climbing into the Eldo, I encountered a withering barrage of questions. Starting the car, I held my hand up, negotiating a crumbling alleyway to the rear of the building. I told Marie what I'd found out, along with my misgivings. Marie rummaged in her purse as I docked in the appropriate spot. Her Bic flared briefly and I could smell hempen aroma. Passing it to me, she smiled. "You need to loosen up a little. Here, hit this." I did, gazing out the windshield at a forlorn pin oak that was drastically cut back on one side to clear the power line. We talked back and forth, winnowing away the minutes. Moths gyroed around the security light. The music played softly. It was sounding better and better as the ganja took effect. Marie was all excited about OUR BIG ADVENTURE. Now I was starting to get interested myself. *** We locked up the car and walked up the alley to the front. Marie tottered along on her spikes, holding my arm as she dealt with the potholes and gravel. We entered and sat down together. I was relieved that the sound on the TV was muted. Marie looked around, murmuring approvingly, watching the fish. On a side table was an 'Adult Entertainer' magazine neatly stacked with 'Cosmopolitan' and 'Georgia RFD', the rural electrical power magazine. I was tempted to peruse it's article on dogwood hybrids when a girl silently appeared, taking a seat on the opposite couch. I say girl, but she was definitely fully grown. She wore a satin robe over something lacy and frilly. I could see the outlines clearly as well as the outline of her nipples, stiffened under the cold breeze of the AC. "Hi, I'm Karla" she said. "Is this your first visit with us?" I nodded. Marie introduced us, never at a loss for words. They chatted, opening the spaces, finding common girl grounds. I suspected a couple's presence was not the usual occurrence here. Karla and Marie laughed together, me joining in, ignorant of the cause. Karla had perfect white teeth. As we stood, I got a whiff of Obsession. I became aware of her medium frame, rounded hips and proud jutting breasts. Her belly wasn't flat, but curved sensuously in a pout down to slightly chubby thighs. Her blonde hair was pulled back with barrettes and a spray of freckles crossed the bridge of her nose. She did a brief pirouette before us. "Will I do?" she asked. For just a moment, there was a vulnerability in her hazel eyes. Just that flash, a nanosecond in time and I liked her from that moment on. We went over to the counter and arranged for an hour, not using American Express. Then we went down the hallway, Marie barefoot, carrying her pumps. We entered a room, obviously on a corner, with heavily curtained windows on two walls. A large low futon dominated the room. It appeared to have removable terrycloth slip covers on the cushions. The only other furniture was a straight back chair and some stereo equipment on a battered credenza. The floors were tongue and groove oak and there was a plush fake fur rug in front of the futon. Some posters on the walls reminded me of fashion shots you'd see at the hairdresser's, other than the fact the models were nude. Marie asked for the restroom while Karla lit some aromatic candles. As Marie took her leave, Karla smiled up at me and asked if I had any musical or costume preferences. She had a batch of MP3s with handwritten labels on them for jazz, rock and so on. I picked the jazz but was at a loss on costumes. She unbelted her robe, hanging it under a rack holding a half dozen towels. I was thunderstruck. Only the thin strip of her thong separated the lovely halves of her heart shaped ass, the paleness contrasting the bronzeness of her soft thighs. As she stretched to hang her robe, I could see downy blonde hair in the small of her back, between the well defined dimples above those beautiful cheeks. My arousal was sudden, uncomfortable. Karla turned to face me, smiling at my discomfiture. With both hands, she cupped her breasts through the sheer lace, holding them up to me. Her nipples crinkled and stood proud as she thumbed them lightly. She looked deep into my eyes, holding the spell for an instant eternity before releasing her captives. She took a seat on the futon, motioning me to join her. "Ted, right?" I nodded. "Is this ya'll's first time at a place like this?" I nodded. "OK. Either one of you a police officer?" I shook my head. "No, now you've got to verbally answer me on that, OK? See, this is entertainment and never mind how things look, it's a business, I just want you to understand that." What she said when written down probably sounds pretty harsh, but it wasn't. The words were spoken softly with a 'you understand' sort of tone to them. I was spellbound by her creamy skin, the inviting slopes of her breasts, the way a wisp of hair caught in the corner of her mouth. Finally, I found my voice. "Karla, no we're not cops. We also don't know what we're doing. I'm sitting here because of a possum. But looking at you now, it doesn't seem like a bad idea after all." She laughed as I gave her a quick fill of events, shaking her head in wonder. Then mirth subsiding, she asked why Marie wanted to do this. I leaned back on the futon, told Karla about my girl's confided fantasies of another girl, to kiss her, to touch. Karla nodded, but said "Touching is allowed anywhere but the genitals, OK? I can't touch yours, you can't touch mine. Law and health thing, gotta abide." While she was talking, I'd pulled out my money clip and laid a large note next to her. She was looking at that and not me as she finished the 'no touch' discourse. Tucking the clip away, I said "I don't expect anything but entertainment and what you freely give. But I'll match your generosity in giving us a great time. Just make it special." Karla was looking me dead in the eyes as I finished, nodding, smiling. Understanding. Marie returned, sniffing the sandlewood scent of the candles. She came and sat beside me on the futon, looking around. Karla went and fiddled with the stereo, then padded over to us. I could tell Marie was finally speechless. She gazed hungrily at Karla, blushing at her own arousal. Keep Me Awake! Ch. 02 Author's note- I want to encourage my readers to visit the first part of this story, written nearly ten years ago if for no other reason than to set the tone for this story. Although this one can stand alone, both go hand in hand and might make for an extra long tease, whether you're a boy or girl! This story chronicles a dalliance between a long married couple and a college age girl, met quite by accident, but with very erotic results. Some people have written in, asking if there was a sequel to "Keep me Awake" as well as some of my other adventuresome stories. There is always a sequel to everything and after my long absence from Literotica, I decided to play catch up. So please sit back and let me describe to you another night not so terribly long ago in which my wife and I once again shared a young beauty that captivated us both. I reached the door as I heard her clogs thump up the wood steps. Karla smiled through the screen albeit nervously. "Hi Ted" she chirped, "You gave good directions. Gee, it's really nice up here!" Grinning, I opened the screen, admitting my obviously nervous playmate from last month. As she crossed the threshold, I noticed we were the same height, due to those clunky clogs. I gave her a hug and she enfolded herself into my welcoming arms. The musk was the same. I inhaled deeply into her hair, my hands around her waist. "Thanks so much for coming up, Karla. We were just talking about you." I spoke softly into her ear, already wanting to reach down further to cup that soft round bottom, so recently host to my base desires. Reluctantly we parted. I tossed her sweater on the Lazy Boy as I led her into the kitchen. She chose a chardonnay from the fridge about the time my suddenly wakeful cat appeared by the breakfast nook. Karla stooped over to pet my little office helper, her Capris tightening around that oh so delightful ass, soft round breasts rising in her striped crew neck top. "Is Marie here?" she asked as she scratched the cat's chin, which began purring loudly. I explained that my wife and I had been chatting on the phone and that she'd be in very shortly as I watched her straighten and replenish her wineglass. I let her get acquainted with the cat and surroundings as I retrieved my glass from the study. I stood beside my desk struggling to regain some measure of composure. Unbidden memories flooded my mind. Karla's ass trembling as Marie tongued her, teasing her, forcing Karla to want it, those almost juvenile nipples so hard yet suckable, that wet flowing slit surrounding my staff so full of need, wanting release yet wanting to prolong every second of the experience all at the same time, blood pounding in my temples, Marie's smoky look from the end of the couch with Karla's wetness reflecting on her chin and neck. And then poised over that young girl, her hand urgently reaching down to guide me to her... I felt hands on sliding up my chest from behind and soft girl boobs rubbing my back. She'd removed her clogs and sidled up silently during my reverie. "Forget something? You seem lost." She giggled softly. I turned, now leaning back against the desk. She stood on tiptoe and I kissed her, just a lip's worth of kiss, my mouth suddenly dry. She smiled and hand and hand we left the study. Marie came clattering in from the garage, makeup bag and purse in one hand, the other still on the doorknob when she spotted me standing at the sink. "Hey Boy I'm home!" she boomed, "I don't know what I need first, you or a long hot bath, I suppose we could do both if you".........her words trailed off as Karla stepped in from the screened porch. Marie stared thunderstruck. "My God, we were just talking about you. Is it really you?" Karla and I laughed, Marie joining a second later in obvious delight. Karla rushed over and hugged her, Marie's bags falling to the floor, forgotten. I joined the group hug as the girls began chattering, then going down the hall to the bathroom. Marie called out to me for wine and to fetch the Uno box. Presently, I heard the sound of the tub filling. I spread the contents of the Uno box on the counter by the stove and rolled a small one, the hempen mixture sticky on my fingers. I heard the girl's voices echoing in the bath chamber over the roar of the water as I made up a tray and balanced the contents down the hall. Entering, I beheld my girl's lithe nudity stepping into the tub, one hand holding Karla's as she tested the water, then settling in. I handed the girls their wineglasses and fired up the concoction, inhaling deeply. Karla half turned, accepting the proffered number, as I looked hungrily at Marie's body framed in the water and steam. She daintily tipped back her glass all the while looking at me with merriment in her eyes. "What a most unexpected surprise this is, Mr. I've got a secret" she intoned huskily. "How long have you been planning this?" I just laughed and then again as Marie pushed her pelvis to the surface, giving it a wiggle. Then, "I hear you two have had time to visit, how 'bout letting me catch up?" I took the hint and retreated, closing the door and retracing my steps. Outside, an evening breeze began, shivering the Bradford pears and rippling the monkey grass at the back landing. I could hear a truck off in the distance on the highway, pulling the long grade as I gazed up at the stars beyond the screened porch, feeling the spreading warmth in my belly and in my mind. Seeing Marie always excited me, my adventurous lover, and remembering the recent event in Atlanta inflamed me. The soft sensuous curve of Karla's belly, that little bit of baby fat still in her thighs and the downy softness of her silken blonde hairs on the small of her back, the smell of their combined excitement in that corner room- an elixir that could never be bottled, only sensed. Unbidden, a fantasy of caressing both from behind, running my hands up their bellies, then plunging down to the forbidden furrows, hearing the sharp intakes of breathe as I part their furs and tapping their intimates, briefly dallying with hardening clits, only to flee up to breasts swollen in sudden arousal, cupping their firmness while licking soft necks and gently tonguing girl napes where the softest of hairs spring eternal. In my smoke addled reflections, I suddenly became aware of my surging member, slickness in my boxers and wetness on my belly. Anticipation can be a powerful aphrodisiac. The night was young and full of promise. I wanted to think no further than the next thought, to savor each event, to give and accept every loving embrace and caress, recognizing how lucky I was. Had not Marie been insistently inquisitive after we ended up at the modeling studio, what transpired and that yet to come might only be a fantasy, and, as said in song, fading faces in a waking dream. It seemed time for music. Going into the den, I put some light jazz on the whole house system. Karla appeared, going to her car for her overnight bag. "I brought some jammies you might like to see" she called over her shoulder, punctuated with that endearing little giggle of hers. "Marie's in the bedroom, getting hers on now." Marie was standing at the chiffarobe, the old leaded mirror reflecting a chiffon teddy she held up to her front, her brow furrowed. Without her makeup, her pageboy couldn't quite conceal the crows feet at the corners of her eyes, but the long coltish thighs and high firm butt were still that of a schoolgirl's and naked to my admiring perusal. I suddenly remembered a night we stopped at Murphy Candler Park on a dirt road by the water. We were in my old push button Valiant with a front bench seat. We had kissed, done a little petting as if we were teenagers, as recently we'd been. As the windows fogged up on that autumn eve, Marie slid her cotton panties off, raised her skirt and climbed on to me as I faced her, my legs straddling the transmission hump. A kiss, full of longing, exploring tongues searching as we gasped for breath. Her blouse unbuttoned, bra pushed up, pale firm orbs begging to be squeezed, the firm rubbery tips pointed in their arousal. My jeans bunched at the knees, maleness at full flame with the naugahyde seat cold on my ass but her hot sopping furrow rubbing up and down my shaft, coating me, her smell enveloping the interior, her clit catching my rim only to spring proud as she swooshed down anew. The mutual assent to merge came in unison, a nod of our heads, only to find her entrance so constricted from want I could barely enter. Marie climaxed right then, unable to hold out, her juices uncontrollable, my cock lancing upward in a desperate plunge. She commenced a frantic rocking, hips pistoning and straining to and fro, strumming her G, impaled on my shaft and forcing my explosion. We didn't stop even as pleasure turned to pain. Our cums pooled on the seat cover below as we rode a new wave to the top, yelling like the kids we were. Shaking, collapsing, and then a flashlight beam penetrating the fogged over gloom as the policeman tapped on the window.... We can think thoughts in a nanosecond, but I had tented my slacks just that fast. Marie had arched an eyebrow in the mirror at me, a soft knowing smile, thinking she'd merely caught me admiring her toned backside. A throaty chuckle, a soft "hey guy, c'mere, see what you think. This one or do you like this one better?' As she reached for a lounging robe, I pulled her up close from behind. Marie sighed, wrapping her arms over my head, pale breasts arching with the movement, skin soft from the bath oil beads, shining. Whispering in my ear, she told me of Karla bathing her, the special attentions given to her girlness while they kissed each other so intimately. My hands wandered instinctively to her jutting orbs, her long nipples tensing, knowing my touch. Kissing that long neck, my hands southbound, only to be intercepted gently, a little shake of her head, "No, no not yet, I almost came in the tub just from the kissing while Karla was-" A throat clearing from behind, that giggle, Karla, "You old marrieds are SUCH lovebirds. I hope I get that lucky!" Marie and I parted, turning to the door, where Karla stood, a translucent blue negligee under a careless white silk robe to mid thigh. Her freckles shone across the bridge of her nose, her freshly scrubbed face and wispy blonde hair pulled back in barrettes making her look so young, almost too young save for the lilting slope of her heavy breasts and the impossible flaring of those generous hips. I realized she would likely look a little heavy in jeans, but so eminently desirable standing there at the threshold wearing bunny slippers. We had a good laugh about the slippers and trooped out to the den, where there was a fresh bottle, the Uno box and tray. The girls sidled up on the love seat while I poured. Karla was telling Marie about some of the costumes she had and where she bought them. Marie was nodding, eyes either narrowed from the smoke or looking at Karla's soft chest, tantalizing under the gauzy fabric. I went and changed into just my robe. We drank some wine, smoked some smoke, chatting, settling in. Karla told us a little about the studio and the people that visited. "Mostly, it's old guys, just lonely. They don't cause any trouble and they tip well. Ted, you remember that big guy you saw? That was Kevin, the owner. He's gay, but he's a great protector. He keeps an eye on the closed circuit, but I guess he didn't watch us, or I would have gotten in trouble. Anyway, the dancing has helped me lose weight and pay my book fees at college and stuff, plus I work when I want to." I asked her why Kevin had recommended her for us. Karla leaned back and pensively took a sip of her wine. "I think it's because I've had a few experiences with other girls. It started out in high school. I was kind of heavy and I wanted to be pretty like this girl Julia. I had a crush on her, but nothing ever happened, you know, that way. But my first year in college I was in a dorm. We didn't have much privacy. A lot of us showered together and one night a girl touched me. I was feeling pretty hormonal and touched her back. She was cute, thin and shaved, you know, down there. I think she was even hornier than I was. She came back to my room and we snuggled and played around until it was time for my roomies to come back from night classes. I'd never been licked before, by anyone! I was too nervous to come for her, but we became I guess you could say lovers until she transferred. I'm still a guy's girl, honestly, but I can get turned on either way if it's the right person. Kinda kinky, huh? I mean, look what happened with us. That was really out there. I've thought about it a lot. In fact, I've touched myself thinking about that night." While she talked, Karla had been tracing little circles on Marie's thigh, her hand edging a little higher each time. Marie shifted a little on the love seat, her legs parting, giving access. She gasped at Karla's revelation, saying, "Oh, I've thought about it a lot too. I use it to tease myself. Do you tease yourself too?" Karla nodded. In a small voice she said, "I tease myself, but I usually can't stop past a certain point. I just get too horny!" Marie blushed, "I'm wet now. No husband for a week, then you being here, whew!" She drew Karla's tracing hand to her little nest. "See?" "That's what I like about you Marie. You're not obvious or forward about stuff, no, not you!" We laughed and Marie lazily ran her fingers through Karla's blonde tresses. "I know I get too forward sometimes. It's like when I met Ted. We were sitting for our LSATs and when we came out for break I just went up to him and asked him out. The only thing I knew about him was that he was tall and had nice eyes. We went for a pizza that night and the rest is history." She leaned over and kissed Karla's head. Karla's eyes smiled up at her. "It sounds pretty storybook to me. I mean, you just pick out your guy and live happily ever after." Marie chuckled. "Well I didn't know he had the oldest car in town. We had a standing joke it would only run about one day a week. But we found we had the same sense of humor, became instant friends and that we turned each other on a lot." "Ya'll turn me on a lot too!" Karla motioned at me. "But look, he's all alone, poor thing. Shouldn't we like, do something?" With a whoop Marie cried, "Let's get him!" They jumped from the love seat and pulled me from the chair, tickling me and pulling at the sash of my robe. We ended up on the carpet; Marie victoriously perched on my chest, eyes gleaming. My arms were pinned to my sides by her knees. Karla lay beside me with her head propped in one hand watching us play, her cleavage spilling out of her teddy. "I want to play director for a few minutes 'Marie announced. She took a sip of her wine. "I want you two to kiss while I watch. Just a have a nice long kiss please, erotic, like they do in the old movies." Karla licked her lips with a grin and wiggled over closer. I felt her soft hand on my exposed thigh and smelled her musk as she leaned over me. Our lips met, a feathery grazing, a reacquaintance. I could feel her breath on my cheek. Breaking the kiss only slightly she whispered, "Is this good? I never got to be a movie star before. "Stifling our merriment before Marie caught on we renewed our adventure. A tentative push of her soft tongue, a taste of wine on my lips as our mouths widened. It became a gentle dalliance of newfound lovers, tentative and exciting. Her hand crept up my thigh, going under my robe, then fingernails gently scratching my thigh, just barely grazing my sac. I opened my eyes to see the mirth reflecting in hers as she resumed her little journey. Karla pushed her tongue into my mouth more firmly and her hidden hand grasped my base, gently tugging. I felt myself tighten, my staff already climbing in her soft nestling hand and I kissed her back more fervently. Marie, almost forgotten above, shifted on her knees. "Oh yes, that's it. Keep doing that, it's so sexy!" She pulled Karla's hair back to see us better and I could hear her breathing more rapidly. I opened my eyes again to see her caressing Karla's bottom, her hand slipping under the elastic ever so slightly as she did so. I felt the back of Marie's hand on my chest and realized her fingers were rubbing herself gently, tugging on her lips, and then running the length of her opening vulva. She always did this, especially if I was watching. She had that little 'I've got a secret' smile on her face and her eyes were getting that faraway look. I reclosed my eyes as my kissing with Karla became more intense. Adding to the intensity was her hand gliding up and down my slickening member, just touching, just barely touching. Then, a quick fingernailing of my balls, only to lazily drag her hand back up my length, stopping to squeeze the tip. There was a silence between songs suddenly. I was aware of our breathing and I could tell Karla was responding to our kissing and to whatever Marie was doing. I felt her shiver and pull back from my mouth. She whispered to me as the next song started. "Sorry, but there's a finger in me and she's found my sweet spot. Mmmmnn. " "Are you liking it?" I whispered back. "Yes, but it's hard to focus when you're trying not to cum" she giggled. From above I heard Marie, "Karla, let me give the guy some more lips to kiss, OK?" Karla rose up and suddenly Marie's nest filled my eyes and her wet sex hovered over my mouth. The G-string to her underwear were pulled to one side and I got a glimpse of her engorged lips and her clit standing proud from its hood. I sucked on one of her lips, tasting, and then tonguing her opening, the thick juices already copious from her handiwork. She started rocking her hips, swiping her puss across my face, rising up when the intensity became overwhelming. I felt a nibble from below. Karla had shifted onto her knees, curled over, her tongue just swirling over my swollen cock, hitting my sensitive spot, making me jerk. Marie leaned forward above me, her tits swinging, nipples pointed in their excitement. Her eyes were closed as she fixated on my mouth and her trembling puss. Her hips were trembling as she rocked harder, an end in sight. Below, Karla engulfed my staff, all of it in one move. I could feel her throat muscles constrict around the top of my manhood, squeezing and tugging. I realized that I was going to orgasm without build up or warning. It was just unavoidable. It was the surprise factor, the incredible sensation of something never done to me before. Just then Marie breathed in deeply and came in my mouth, her juices flooding my nose and mouth. "Oh my God, YES, "she screamed, "I'm sorry, couldn't wait, so horny baby, yes EAT IT, suck me now, right THERE." She buried her mons against my nose as I sucked her clit like a cock, up and down, rapidly licking the tip, making her whimper and buck, until she fell forward off me. Her tight ass shivered as the aftershocks from her rapture slowly diminished. I reached up and buried two digits in her rounded hole, giving her something to grasp from within as her nerves steadied. Karla had released me just as I was at the boiling point, sitting up to watch Marie explode. Her cheeks were wet from her oral work. She grinned crookedly and grabbed my balls, pushing up. A stream of my pre cum pushed out and for a dizzying moment, I was right back to the threshold. She giggled, "You're close, aren't you baby? Maybe just say, one stroke away?" Wordlessly, I nodded my assent. My sac was painfully tight, my staff throbbing from insurmountable need. Quickly, Karla doffed her teddy, those big soft boobs spilling out, nipples proud and stiff. As she rose up on her knees, I could see wetness on her thighs, the fabric of her thong stained dark from want and Marie's recent ministrations. She stood over me, lowering the panties just enough for me to see her puss, the furrow darkened from desire. "Watch," she breathed. With one hand she opened herself, then traced a finger slowly down her curved belly until it entered her cleft, continuing until it disappeared inside her. Wordlessly her mouth formed an O. She started pushing in, then pulling out, so slow. I heard the wet smacking as she withdrew her finger; only to graze her nub with a knuckle, rocking it back and forward. Then, with both hands, she squeezed her outer lips together, the slickness rising and forming on her silken blonde hairs in crystalline droplets. Forgoing her earlier gambit, Karla cupped her swollen left breast while cupping her sex with the other hand, staring intently into my eyes. Keep Me Awake! Ch. 02 I was aching with need. I pulled on my shaft as I watched her, matching her touch with my own. It was Marie that broke the trance. "My God, that is so fucking sexy. I'm getting horny all over again. So, who wants to direct now?" Karla spoke dreamily, "I will. And I propose we take a break for a minute. I'm a mess, Ted looks like he survived a flood, and we need somewhere softer to play then the floor, I think." Of course she was right. I didn't want to stop, but I somehow knew the magic would continue. We rose as one doffing our robes and lingerie in a pile in the hall. We trooped to the master bath to pee and wash up, then to the kitchen for food. I laid out some Danish cheese with crackers while Karla opened more wine. Marie scavenged fresh glasses from the cabinet. Karla and I sat naked as jaybirds on the barstools at the counter, Marie playing the role of nude bartender. In a way it all resembled just another ordinary get together and in another, a scene from the Playboy mansion. I noticed fine stretch marks on Karla's thighs and hips and the way her bottom belled out across the seat and the way her soft orbs moved as she ate. Marie came to stand beside me, her firm cone shaped tits brushing against my arm. She followed my gaze, murmuring, "Isn't she just delectable?" Karla grinned, hiding her smile behind a napkin. "I think I have the next scene worked out when everyone's ready. It's going to involve the chair in the bedroom and you two." Like kids, we started to ask what the plan was, but Karla was mysterious, wiggling her eyebrows and made the motion that her lips were zipped shut. We laughed and poured more wine as the grandfather in the hall struck midnight. It seemed like only moments later that Karla had led us hand in hand back to the bedroom and posed us standing, next to the chair. "Now I want to watch you two kiss like your lives depended on it" she announced. Marie smiled and curved into my arms, tilting her head up just so, ripe lips for the taking. I leaned forward and enveloped her mouth, my hands running through her short tresses as she lightly scratched my neck and shoulders. We'd done so many times. Our kiss wasn't just a kiss, but an affirmation of our love, a signal of our unity and our promise to each other of many tomorrows. In it was the combined trust twenty years in the making and our undying love. Of course deeply kissing each other never ceased to be exciting and tonight was no different. Adding to it was Karla's soft embrace of us both. I reached down, cupping her generous butt, and felt Marie's hand already there. We smiled in our kiss while Karla began caressing our sides and backs. It was about as intimate a moment as three people could share. I felt her nails scratching my backside, tugging my hair, then resuming her journey, her hand questing between our bodies to our loins. She took me in hand, thumbing me to complete hardness while rubbing my tip against Marie's fine fur. I felt her shiver as I saw Karla's other hand disappear between the back of Marie's long legs, seeking new wetness and desire. At Karla's mute urging and motions, we sat on the edge of the chair, me first with Marie sitting on my lap facing away. Taking a pillow from the bed, Karla kneeled before us and began nibbling Marie, her hands kneading her pubis. I felt soft lips kissing my manhood, a lick and a promise to return as my wife stiffened, her clit being softly suckled. She moaned in my mouth, her head turned to kiss me. Then I felt my staff being guided into that familiar wetness at an unfamiliar angle, slowly pushing in, inch by inch. All the while my girl was being slowly tongued and sucked, her canal being ravaged by sweet kisses and playful bites. My balls contracted tightly as Marie's ass molded itself to me, my cock buried in her intimacy to the hilt. A tongue tip traveled my scrotum end to end, then trowelled up Marie's inflamed slit to bite and pull on her clit, returning south, only to repeat. Marie began a gentle rocking, my cock riding inside a raging sea. I heard a humming sound just then, Marie stiffening in alarm. Karla had produced a vibrator and was now wanding it across our swollen genitals, first one then the other, finally to settle sideways in Marie's spread open cleft. I could feel the vibration from inside and felt the wash of new arousal pooling on my thighs. Then came the clenching, building tighter and tighter on my imprisoned cock as Marie marched up the hill to face her ecstasy. As her hips jerked, I could take no more. I began spilling my seed into her maw before the whole sensation stuck me like a typhoon on hapless shores. Dimly I was aware of her cumming and clenching, cumming and clenching, a soft hand holding me steadfast inside Marie's frantic frothing hole and of a tongue rapidly lapping our sexes combined, refusing us an end, forcing us to scale more heights of unbounded pleasure. We ran the rocky ridge of pleasure/pain. Marie sagged back on me, whimpering, still orgasming, unable to help herself, her cunt no longer clamping on me, her ass shivering first one way then the other, still impaled on my imprisoned staff. At some point I was aware of tweaking her nipples, pulling them as I squeezed, cupping the firmness as I did so and biting her sweating neck. Every bus has a stop. At long last we arrived, stepping down from the otherworld, still locked in eternal embrace. Once again I could hear soft jazz, see the light from the hallway and Karla's face emerging from our mutual canyon. She arose, to return with steaming towels, tenderly sponging us, and then laying our shaking frames onto the four poster. The hall light clicked off, Karla climbing in to join slumbering spent souls. We slept. Morning arrived with the cries of bluebirds and the scent of coffee. To my left was empty space and to my right was a college age girl with smiling eyes, a strand of runaway blonde hair curling on her cheek. She arose slightly, kissing my cheek before laying her head on my shoulder. Her hand came to rest on my chest. "Did you have a good night?" "Mnn-hnn, I did. Can't believe some of the things you did." I paused, recalling. "You're such a good lover, especially for one so young. You drove us crazy." A giggle issued from below. "I never would have guessed. I'm just glad you enjoyed." "I think Marie's in lust with you." I glanced up and saw her sleeping stuffy propped on her pillow. "Bet her bear's going to get jealous." "Does she still sleep with a stuffed animal? I saw it earlier. That's so cute!" "It's her way to stay childish. But no one's ever to mention it. She watches TV with it too." "She just left a few minutes ago. She wanted to cook some breakfast, but no eggs or bread in the house." I had forgotten to go to the store and I wasn't thinking about morning food last night."Oh, so you've already been up?" "Yep, had some coffee, brushed teeth and decided you looked lonely in here by your lonesome." "Aww, you're sweet." Karla rose up, the sheet falling away from her heavy breasts. "We talked some, you know, before she went out. She said that I might want to give you a little treat- if you're up to that. After all, you never got a chance to be the director." I smiled, "Now that's thoughtfulness personified. I'll be right back." I stumbled into the bathroom, did morning stuff and brushed last night's excesses from my mouth. Returning, I saw the covers had been thrown back with Karla lying languorously on her back, such a centerfold. She smiled up at me lazily as I stood by the footboard, just admiring. Her Coke bottle shape was so obvious, the mole on her thigh, the deep belly button, the forest of short blonde hairs at her junction; it was a sight beheld. Her soft boobs rose and fell with her calm breathing. Her smile became an endearing crooked grin and she beckoned me past the bedstead. As I climbed back in, she stretched, hands reaching to the bedrails behind her, so catlike and womanly at the same time, breasts rising and stomach hollowing. "Just the way you look at me makes me feel good. It turns me on. I still think of myself the way I used to be, when I was heavy, or at least heavier." I shussed her lips with my finger. "Karla, you look perfect to me." She patted the mattress and I layed down beside her. She finished her stretch and threw a leg over mine. "You OK with this?' "As long as I've got prior consent, yes." "Ah, that sounds like attorney speak to me." "Govern yourself accordingly" I intoned. Her giggle tuned to a shiver as I traced her child bearing hips, grabbing a globe and pulling her on top of me. Her hair fell down tickling my cheek. Mirthfully she nipped the end of my nose, and then licked my chin like a puppy. I licked her back like a litter mate, both of us giggling like children. My hands cupped her bottom and she let her body down completely on me. I rubbed my hands up and down her sides, felling where her so soft boobs belled out."Here let me straighten you" she breathed into my ear. Her hand positioned me between those dimpled thighs, rigid against her cleft. "That better, Mr. Director?" "Umm, yeah, much" "Kiss me, you fool!" Straight out of the movies. Hands held my head, gentle tongue invading, feathery in its search, her hair obscuring the daylight. Below, her hips swayed side to side, then almost imperceptibly up and down. My hands felt her back working, the dimples above her flexing cheeks a delight. I reached further down, pushing my staff more firmly against her furry outer lips, gaining admission to the inner folds. Her hunching became more pronounced and I felt moist heat spreading on the back of cock. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, licking the underside and breathed deeply out her nose. For a few minutes the urgent kiss continued, our organs wetting and abetting each other, until I could hear a squishy sound at each push of our hips. Finally she pulled away, eyes closed, face red. "I'm going to cum if we keep on" she said, seemingly embarrassed. Can you feel my clit? It feels so big and it's so sensitive, oh, do you mind? I promise not to stop." Another downward thrust, faster now and grinding her pubis into mine. Her meaty pussy had closed around me so much that I almost felt I was inside her. The heat and slickness was overpowering and her straining hips quivered under my grasping hands. Before I could respond she said in a low husky voice, "Please honey, please put it in. God, please do it. I can't wait, sorry!" At the next urgent thrust I guided myself in. I groaned in spite of myself. Her delicious tightness, the broiling walls of her insistent sex combined with the rapid clenching of her impending release. I gazed up at her face, the tendons of her neck straining, beads of sweat at her brow, eyes pinched shut and her breath coming in jets. She lost her rhythm, hips faltering, her cunt clamping my pole in a vise. I rammed up into her, taking on the job with fresh vigor. Our sexes slammed together, a foamy slapping sound resounding in the room, pussy spittle on my thighs, her slit's total arousal smell filling my nostrils. Her head nodded back and forth, "I'm going, I'm going, going. Ah now, don't stop, don't stop, go fast, hard dick, fuck it, fuck it, fuck meeee!" With her scream, she met her Waterloo, helpless against the torrents raging inside her womanhood, cunt contracting viselike on my straining member and forcing my reply too soon as I fell back pumping her vortex with my seed, my hands slamming her hips down on me with abandon, yelling and hugging this wanton girl/woman with all my might, rolling her under me, plowing her molten furrow, abandoning any pretense of civility, cruelly breeding this peasant stock that writhed beneath and forcing her to cum again and yet again as my pole took her full measure, burying deeply to the hilt, unsheathing to the tip only to plunge anew. She cried out, overtaken again with the fury of new desire, abetted instantly and uncontrollably, loosening her bladder, defiant nipples flushed and hard. Her screams finally penetrated my mind and I collapsed, finally spent. Ragged breathing to normal breathing. Kissing my Karla, a sleeping beauty, her blue eyes slowly opening with her mouth, an intimate ending kiss, her hands hugging my shoulders. "That'll do" she whispered. Marie said shakily from the doorway, "Would you like some eggs with that?" Keep Me Awake! Karla smiled at down at us. "I just want you two to have a good time. Marie, I've already told Ted, but you need to know as well that it's unlawful for me to touch your privates and vice versa, OK? There's no dress code here, you can wear as much or as little as you want. We don't serve any alcohol, but I've got Sprite in cans if you want them." I asked for the Sprites. When Karla stepped out, Marie looked at me mischievously. With a gleam in her eye she asked if I wanted to get naked with her. Now. Right there. She stood, doffing her party dress in one swift motion. She turned, looking at me with dilated pupils and a lazy smile as she unclasped her bra, freeing her beauties from constraint. She hooked her thumbs on her french cuts, adjusting them, leaving them on, keeping some mystery. She poked her tongue against her cheek, raising her eyebrows while giving me a glimpse of her furry mound before allowing the panties to snap back. I cracked up at this brazen burlesque performance. Quickly, I shed my outerwear down to my boxers, sitting down next to Marie as Karla returned. She had plastic cups with ice ."Sorry, the Sprites are warm, but I got some ice, is that OK? Yeah? Good. Alright, let's party!" She turned off the light over the stereo as the music came on. It seemed loud at first, but uptempo, sensual. Karla prowled right up to us swaying, licking her lips. Stretching her arms above her, her teddy rose as well, exposing the roundness of her stomach. She gyrated to the music, swinging around, facing away from us as we watched her bottom flex and sway. Marie's hand found mine. I looked sidelong at her, but her attention was rapt on the dancing figure before us. The color was up in her cheeks, and she squirmed and squeezed my hand. The next song was almost tropical, slower with the beat of bongoes interspersed. Karla faced us, looking at each of us in turn as she unbuttoned the front of the teddy. Slowly swaying to the beat, she placed a knee on each side of Marie. The candles flickered as the air conditioning came on. Karla still had the teddy on, but it hung loosely, giving me only glimpses of her breasts as she swayed to the music, looming over Marie's face. Marie glanced over at me with a mixture of what appeared to be embarrassment and lust. I understood her look and gave her some privacy while she got up to speed. I filled the plastic cups with the Sprite and assuaged my dry mouth with the foam overflowing the edge. I was high and living one of those moments of deja vu. For a moment, nothing was real, not this room, not this music, and certainly not the fact that my mate was getting her first lap dance from another women. Returning from my reverie, I glanced over at Karla and my wife. Marie had pulled the teddy aside and was holding Karla's pert young breasts in her hands. Karla still moved slowly to the music as Marie took a small pink nipple into her mouth, gently sucking, then tonguing the tip as it hardened. Karla threw her head back and clasped her hands around Marie's neck. My hardness tented my shorts and I couldn't help grasping myself through the fabric. The tropical song faded, segueing into a calm combo jazz piece by Count Basie. Karla arose, reaching over to caress Marie's hair as she stepped back. Marie gave her a smokey look, her own nipples engorged with excitement. She watched as Karla stepped over to me. The young blonde leaned over me, her teddy gaping as she did so. Her nipples were taut from Marie's ministrations and her eyes looked dreamy. She whispered in my ear. "Are you OK with this?" I nodded. She kissed my cheek. "I thought so. You look uncomfortable though." She looked pointedly at my boxers. I took the hint, rising on the futon to slide them off. Karla helped, her face only inches from my manhood. She blew on me, then giggling, arose, spinning her teddy off as she straightened. This she threw beside me and turned away, only to slowly lower herself in tempo with the throbbing string bass notes until her dimpled ass softly rubbed to and fro across my swollen member. I could feel the silkiness of her thighs and buttocks along with the contrasting strap of her thong. My balls contracted with need. I reached around, cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples as she had initially done herself. Karla responded, grinding harder against my swollen member. A glance to the side revealed Marie watching intently. She'd propped up sideways on the futon, one leg on the cushion. Her lips were parted and she was subconsciously tracing the outlines of her sex through her panties. The next song faded in, a sax solo, brushed drums and a synthesizer. Marie slid over and peeled Karla's thong down. She handed it to me. I brought it to my nose and inhaled as the two women caressed each other's breasts. Karla got up and returned with a bottle of clear lotion. She applied some to Marie's breasts, rolling her nipples gently, then tugging them, before gathering her orbs and dragging crimson painted nails across them. Marie's eyes were closed. I reached down, gently massaging her pubis, while Karla gave Marie's nipples her full attention, leaning over and nipping them with her teeth. Marie twitched and moaned aloud. Karla looked at me, grinning. Suddenly, Marie brushed my hand away. Breathing hard, she begged "Get my panties off. Yeah, there. This is too good. I can't await, K? Watch me go ya'll!" With her panties bunched at her ankles, she parted her treasure, her fingers wetly strumming her proud clit. A wisp of her hair stuck to her forehead and she bit her lip. Easing down on the futon, she kept her eyes tightly closed. "Watch me." She moaned then whispered "I'm almost there." Karla kneeled before Marie, her mouth only inches from Maries frantic fingertips. She seemed fascinated and began stroking Marie's straining thighs with those long fingernails, outlining the sex, never quite touching. I knew Marie could feel the younger girl's breath on her core, knew she was there. Eternity can be measured in ages or seconds. I saw the blush climbing Marie's neck, the tensing of her hips as she ascended that lofty aerie, the inner palace of her mind. Victoriously standing at the threshold, she gave pause, the thrilling armies of her senses congregating, banners snapping in the breeze. Her body was poised on the brink, bow tight, her finger desultorily moved tiny circles on her mons. No other movement occurred. Then suddenly speeding up, she threw herself headlong into her rapture, the breath exploding out of her, hips convulsing, thighs slamming shut to wetly imprison her stilled hand. No cry escaped her lips. In moments, only the slickness leaking through her fingers betrayed her adventure. Karla regained her feet slowly, staring down at Marie's relaxed form sprawled on the futon. Her mouth parted as if to say something, then she shook her head. *** I replaced my wineglass on my desk. The cat had left to do her nocturnal rounds at some point. "Where are you now?" I asked. Silence, only a hiss through the speaker phone. Finally, Marie. "Oh, oh I'm here. Oh YEAH, I'm here. Uh, let's see, just passed Dublin, I think. Wait here's a sign. Macon sixty eight miles. Whew, Teddo, that's good. I mean good. Can you guess what I'm doing? I'm going to have to swab this seat when I get home." She laughed, low and sexy dangerous, panther on the prowl. Then, in a half whisper she asked "Do you need me?" I tried to imagine her out on the highway. Eyes peering through the windshield watching the white lines spinning by. Her dress bunched at her waist, carressing fingers teasing her swollen labia. She liked to plunge her fingers in deep, hold it, then withdraw and give her clit a slap, then repeat all over. When she reach the unendurable stage she'd begin slapping herself rapidly between bouts of brisk jilling. It was arousing, very arousing to watch. I think the way her hips jerked when she slapped herself got to me the most. Now she was driving along, doing the things I liked to watch. Yes, it made me very horny and I told her so. Just to tease her I went into graphic detail. Marie sucked her breath in hard as I said the last. "Guy, I'm gonna have to find a rest area like real soon. I'm holding my clit in my fingers now, it's so hard. Oooh! Sorry, made myself jump. God, I need fucking. I wanted to hold out all week, 'til I got home." I heard her voice become smaller, more confessional. "But I got to thinking about the lingerie place so bad I couldn't sleep. I tried to rub it just a little, you know? It felt too good. I tried to cover my pussy with my whole hand, but my fingers sunk right in, I was SO WET! My clit was hard like it is now, need it so bad." The confessional ending in a near whisper, then silence. A minute went by with just the sounds of our breathing. Marie finally broke the silence. "Tell me the rest, Ted. Take it slow, get me to Macon, keep me awake, OK?" I took a deep breath, reluctantly releasing my dripping maleness, remembering anew. *** Softly Karla said "Whoo, you GO girl!" The between song silence was only momentary. Still gazing at Marie's immobile form passively laying on the futon, Karla rose, looking at me with a shy smile. Writhing slowly to the hypnotic beat, she leaned over me, placing her hands on my shoulders, young proud breasts in my face. My mind was fogged, both from our smoke in the car and the immediate presence of this young lovely whispering in my ear. "Is she done d'you think?" Those nipples were taut, inches from my lips. "No", I murmured, "She's just getting started." With that I leaned forward and sucked her tense firm tip into my mouth, ever so lightly nibbling. My hands found the small of her back, gently pulling her onto the low couch. Her knees took up residence by my hips, her mons so close, so close to my painful need. Karla wriggled and I released her tit from my oral passion. Again at my ear, she murmured words, lost to the music and the thunder in my temples. Rounding my head, I kissed her ear, say it again, what? "I think I'm getting pretty horny. Watching her get off blew me away." Karla still moved to the music. In my ear,a husky whisper. "Would you like some proof?" I nodded, unable to speak. Her womanhood, so perilously close before as she kneeled over me, came closer. I felt the faintest brush of fur against my scrotum. I felt heat above my own as her sex came to rub more firmly, now rubbing the base of my shaft. At first the sensation was almost rough, until I felt moistness and the delicious sensation of her slick inner lips sliding up and down my member. I became aware of her hardened little tip catching my rim, springing back with each thrust. My need to enter her was becoming unbearable. Her breath in my ear, her swollen tits in my eyes, the combined greasy slickness of our need was overwhelming. I heard her breath catch, softly she mouthed "Oh God, oh God yes." Karla rose up, her eyes inches from mine. Her chest rose and fell and her face was flushed. We held that gaze for that momentary eternity, a feral exchange of pure lust. Had she been in our bedroom, there would have been no hesitation, just lustful sudden impalement and dearly needed relief. Karla glanced over at Marie. Marie gazed steadily back, then crooked a finger at our wanton toy. She licked her lips as Karla stood, than approached. From my vantage, I could see shiny wetness on Karla's inner thighs, how her lips hung slackly open and needful. Marie was still sprawled, with her head propped up on the arm of the futon. She directed Karla's progress as the younger girl climbed up over Marie. Her hands reached up to hold Karla's round bottom, urging her closer, then closer still, wet mons to waiting mouth. Karla arched her back, her hair tumbling over her shoulders, while below, Marie's hands glided and caressed Karla's quivering globes. Marie hung one leg off the couch, exposing herself and her renewed need. I could see her juices wetly rimming her pussy, strands of pearls on the short red hairs. I knew that Marie was sucking that girl. I could see Karla shiver, her plump ass shaking from the oral assault levied by Marie's greedy mouth. I felt a twinge of fleeting jealousy, before inspiration arrived in my lust crazed mind. Arranging myself between those long coltish thighs, I inhaled the feminine aroma of my girl's pussy. With my lips, I drew her engorged clit to my mouth, heard her exclaim. Her thighs, once slack, energized and imprisoned my head. Suddenly, all was silent. I could feel the bass in the music, but couldn't hear it. I could see Karla's ass swaying forward and back. I knew that Marie was dragging her tongue up and down Karla's gushing slit. I did the same to Marie, collecting the thick ooze pouring copiously from her center and dragging it up to the start of her furry cleft, giving her clit no special attention. If Marie wanted sucking, she'd have to suck. It didn't take long for Marie to understand the plan. At first, she'd thrust her mons as I approached her spot, releasing my ears in the process. But then I saw her grasp Karla's globes, stopping her shunting motion. Karla tensed, her thigh muscles apparent. In between songs, I could hear her ragged breath and whimpered pleas. Her knee kept trying to slip off the couch, her predicament one of balance versus sensation. Under my restless rapid tonguing I could feel Marie's ascent become certain, her responses familiar, my knowing to change this, slow down that according to the signals of her shaking hips. *** "You are driving me crazy, boy. Oooh! I know she was cumming. She was telling me so, drenching me. Could you see it? Oh God. And I was trying not to cum 'til she did. Ummm!" Marie's voice was thick with excitement. As she talked, I padded into our bedroom and got my laid out clothes off the bed and began dressing. "Hey! You there?" I answered her as I returned, buttoning my shirt. "K. Well anyway, that was the part I couldn't stop thinking about the other night. I was having dinner ay the hotel, trying to read a brief and all I could think about was eating and being eaten, you know? I got all hormonal like a teenager, soaking my panties, everything. Went upstairs and took a shower. I sure was wishing for one of those hand held sprayers. I leaned against the back wall of the stall and let the water hit me, but I just got more frustrated. Whew, I'm about to die right now too! How much further is it to the house?" "Where are you now?" I asked, drawing on my slacks. "Going through Forsythe, dunno which exit, tell you in a minute." "Cool, you're making good time then. You got maybe an hour and a half. "K, well, tell me some more. I like this better than ANY radio station." I finished slipping on my house shoes and petted my returning cat. The dog began snoring out in the hall. I looked out at my empty drive from the window. Shadows played across it from the security light, half hidden behind the trees. I looked at the clock as I sat down at my desk. *** Anyone in a long term relationship becomes familiar with their mate's sexual responses, those little signals unspoken, the hints heeded by pure instinct alone. Marie's olfactories were being flooded with the juices of an aroused women's labia, tasting, pulling and sucking. A dream come to life, doing as she liked being done herself. Karla had seemingly abandoned any pretense of being an entertainer. Her pussy was being adroitly sucked by this novice, whose eagerness and own intense arousal made up for any shortcomings due to unfamiliarity. Marie's hips began their unconscious hunching motions, rapid little jerks, her hips pounding her mons into my nose. Fresh slickness foamed from her furrow, muted yelps from above. Karla, either spurred on by my promise of generosity, or from the feverish oral onslaught of Marie's had abandoned any pretense of being an entertainer. From the altar of my wife's core I watched Karla's trembling ass begin rhythmically flexing and releasing. Her head was thrown back and her breath came in gasps. She muttered encouragement below, verbally guiding her conspirator towards a cataclysmic ending. Captivated by her overwhelming need for release, she became a slave to the sensation emanating from her womanhood. Her well toned thigh muscles stood out starkly as her ass clenched, rocking to and fro in the ancient rhythm of unrequited lust. Karla's hands pulled through Marie's hair, twisting hanks of it in her hands. Marie's ascent was no longer controllable. With her increasing sensitiveness, I was rapidly brushing just her proud engorged tip while I rubbed her mons roughly. She was helpless to stop me and no longer in control. Her hips went rigid, steel in skin, and with a muffled cry, fell off the edge with Karla still in her mouth. As the waves subsided, Karla eased up and away from Marie's now slack mouth and sat on the rug, arms splayed behind her. The color was up in her face and her jutting breasts appeared swollen with need. She looked me dead in the eye. "Come on" she mouthed. I looked at Marie. She returned my gaze with bleary, sleepy eyes, almost as if she already slumbered. Wasting no further time, I lowered myself to the floor. As I came closer to Karla, she laid back until she was prone, legs splayed, knees up in the classic 'fuck me' position. She reached down and grasped my hardness, drawing it to her. As she placed the tip of me against her opening, she whispered. "Come on my belly, not inside, baby!" For the first time in many many years, a young female was offering herself up to me. I was so accustomed after all these years to certain familiar feelings and sensations inherent with a monogamous relationship. It's not true that all women feel alike. As I was drawn into the steaming ocean of Karla's sex, I was surprised to feel my hardness welcomed and milked by her tightness. As our loins met, Karla's eye's widened, looking deeply and directly into mine. I was entranced. "You like?" she whispered. I glanced up at Marie. She smiled lazily and nodded. "I'll just watch" she drawled. "Don't ask me to even move." Returning my gaze to the sweet softness below me, I cupped Karla's breast as I slowly began our lovemaking. Her muscles contracted on me, tightening as I withdrew, softening at my entrance. As my arousal mounted, she began rocking her hips to my motion, pulling down on my shaft, demanding my seed. We gazed anew into each other's eye's. A small smile danced on her lips. She framed a quiet question in my ear. "Can you wait for me baby, or are you too close?" I groaned, already feeling fluids escaping, my orgasm on the horizon. Karla giggled, then her breath caught. "Oooh, do that again, yeah that. Just like...that". She ground her already tortured clit against my pubic bone, shivering. "Yeah baby...there, not long now, don't come, OK don't come not yet...can you feel me baby, huh, can you, oh yeah pleeeease!" Her entreaties only served to hasten the imminence of my own impending thunder. That soft girlish voice begging in my ear, the way she exclaimed! My testes ached with tension, my need palpable. My hand left her tit only to grab that utterly delightful soft ass wiggling under me. Drawing her pelvis up on a slant, I began ramming myself in. No longer was I a coherent human being. Karla's eye's rolled back in her head, her breath hissing loudly. I was dimly aware of her contractions and heard a series of soft yelps, as if from a great distance. My jism was building. I could feel it at my base. The warning tinglings blurred to pure sensation as my own orgasm began. Roughly, I pulled away from the sanctuary of Karla's sopping maw. She knocked my reaching hand away, grasping my pulsing maleness in her hands and directed my spraying seed across her belly. I cried out and the girls made answering noises of delight and encouragement. Into the middle world I voyaged, a place of neither light or darkness. Points of light intersected behind my tightly closed eyes and gradually the roaring in my ears subsided. Keep Me Awake! The sound of the muted jazz music came back gradually and Karla's beaming face came into view once again. Her gentle hand guided my semi hardness back inside her captivating wetness, then pulled me down on to her. "Stay this way with me baby. Only for a minute, than you can get up". Marie clambered down from her perch above to lay beside us and trail her hands lazily down our flanks. For a few eternal minutes, we laid there quietly, unspeaking. The music finished and fell silent. We roused ourselves, Karla directing Marie to the towels for our mutual clean up. We had some idle chit chat as we dressed, shared some gentle laughter. I remember looking at Marie, curled into the seat as we glided home on the interstate. The soft glow from the instruments made her look young and vulnerable, so different from the daily hellcat she was. She slept all the way, barely rousing upon our return. *** "Yeah, I guess I did conk out on you, didn't I? Hmmm. Well, tell me something Teddly, was she good? I mean really good?" Marie paused, the speakerphone falling silent. Than conspiratorially, "Cause I really wasn't done with her. I wanted to kiss her and make her come in my mouth." As she spoke, I saw a flash of headlights in the driveway. "Where are you now, Sweetie?" I asked. "I'm 'bout a half hour out. We need anything from the store?" A small white car parked in the turn around, lights winking off. "No," I replied." I think we'll have everything we need right here." "K, well I'm going to hang up. This traffic is unreal. I'll be home soon. Love you." I punched the off button on the set. Looking out the window, I watched a small form emerge from the car. The porchlight illuminated barrettes in the blonde hair. I knew she'd have freckles across the bridge of her nose and a curve to her belly. And tonight? Well, tonight Karla wouldn't need to dance. That is, unless she wanted to. The End