0 comments/ 59686 views/ 0 favorites Lynn, Rita & Me By: louienohio Which was it? ---------------- My gal Lynn was stopping by my law office, after 5:00. It had been only a few months since Lynn and I started seeing each other and our passion was very hot. The evening's plan was that we would go out after work and drink wine, probably to an upscale restaurant in downtown Columbus. My secretary and our mutual friend Rita would be joining us. Rita was a little short, at 5'2 and 110 pounds, to be my dream gal, but she was by anyone's definition gorgeous. She had long blond hair that passed her waste, perfect facial features, a straight nose, flawless skin, and small firm tits that didn't need a bra. And men. She always had a regular guy, a backup guy, and she always had me too. Rita and I had been friends for quite some time. Once, years before, we broke down and screwed in my office. She was twenty-nine then. We had been drinking in a crowded downstairs bar, we were flirting, and she told me that she had no panties on under her pinstriped suit. The skirt section was long, and it had a high slit across the front. While sitting at the bar, I slipped my hand up her skirt, past her crotch to her waste. I found nothing beneath her shear panty hose. Not caring about the crowd, I tugged at the elastic waist band and slipped my hand inside. I moved my hand down and gently rubbed her pussy. She smiled back. "Rita" I asked her "what's the wildest thing that you've done?" "I'll need to think about that one, Elliot" she replied. As she spoke, there were people on either side of us. In one smooth motion, she stood up momentarily and, hands through her skirt, she pulled the top of her panty hose over her butt down to just below her pussy. I returned my left hand to between her legs, my right hand was around her shoulders. The slit skirt was open and the couple next to Rita looked over and watched as I fingered her. Drunk, they didn't complain. Rita went on thinking about my "wild" question, while I went on with the clitoral massage. After a few moments she whispered "there have been a few times at parties when I've taken my shirt off; a few times when I've gone skinny dipping. That wasn't that wild, though." Then Rita thought for another minute, and spoke. "Ok…the wildest? I did go home with a guy once, we were drunk, too drunk to drive, and his friend drove us to his apartment. At first I didn't realize it when the friend went into the apartment with us. We sat on the couch. The guy I thought I went home with started kissing me and taking my clothes off in the living room. He had his tongue deep in my mouth, my eyes were closed, and he was taking my panties off. When I opened my eyes I saw his friend, the driver, had already undressed. The guy I was kissing has his pants down. He lowered my face to his cock, which, drunk, I was happy to suck. He had a good sized, circumcised penis and it filled my mouth. I looked up and the driver was on his knees in front of us. I felt his fingers going up my legs. I spread for him and he began licking my pussy. This went on for a while – I was so drunk. Then we moved to the floor. I rotated to suck the driver's cock, getting up on my knees and leaning forward so that the first guy could fuck me doggie style. The guys switched positions a couple of times and I fucked and sucked each of them until I was sure that they would remember me for a long time. I realize now that I was set up, and I wondered how many other gals they had double teamed. Looking back, Elliot, that's probably the wildest thing." With that invitation, we returned to the office suite. The other lawyers and staff had already left. Rita and I kissed, deep tongue entwined kisses, realizing that we had each wanted each other for years. I began undressing her. First I removed her skirt and then her jacket. She stood up while I stripped her, like she stood at attention. Next I unbuttoned her blouse. Her breasts, should she ever fill a bra, were 34A. After removing her sheer panty hose, I slipped her black heels back on her feet. She sat back on the couch, nude, with her long hair reaching across her breasts and down to her crotch. I opened her legs. I knelt and started sucking her pussy. She was sweet and not so creamy, she hadn't been fucked in several days, I reasoned. With her in such a position, I unfastened my suit pants and slipped my underwear down. Pulling her forward, I rose up and thrust my cock into her pussy. Rita wrapped her legs around me, I pushed up my shoulders and fucked her furiously. We each went crazy. I moved her to the floor. We did a sixty-nine, for what seemed like forever. We switched around again, we fucked on the floor, and I sucked and fucked her sweet pussy every way I could think of. She knelt in front of me and sucked my penis while I ran my hands though her hair. I felt my balls tighten, and I felt myself shooting semen into her mouth. After I came, I sat back. Then I had her parade around the office. It was dark out and the lights were on. She modeled for me, in front of the windows, nude in her black heels, swaying her long hair back and forth. Anyone outside, from the street or from another building, could have seen her nude, and probably did. She loved it, and I did too. Rita was a great lover and she gave fantastic head. When I revived, we began to go at it again. After about an hour of torrid sex, I was sitting back on the couch while she mouthed my penis. She deep throated me, she licked my shaft, and she knew exactly where and how to lick. "Rita," I remember asking her while she was doing me, "where did you learn to suck cock so well?" She held my hard cock in her hand and replied "during my first marriage. I had an affair with a guy at the bank where I worked in Newark. His family owned the bank. He taught me. We used to do it in his office, while the other girls had to work the teller lines. My husband was so stupid, he never knew. He used to watch TV while I was fucking my boss in the driveway." Hell, I didn't even know she had been married. I told Rita to get up on the office chair backwards. Then I told her to stick her butt back and I gave her a few smacks on her fanny. "It's ok, El. You can fuck my ass if you want to." But I didn't. I finished off in her, my second orgasm, doing her doggie style with her kneeling on my office chair. Sex with Rita was nothing short of fantastic. But at that time Rita was living with some guy, and our sex was a no strings, cheating encounter. It didn't ruin our friendship, nothing further for years physically happened between us. We remained close friends, though not lovers. Now, she was pitching in at my office, she had good computer skills, and I needed her help. It was Rita that introduced me to Lynn. Lynn needed a divorce from her guitar player husband and I provided that service for her. Throughout that process, I never made a pass at Lynn. Wanted to. I can still picture meeting her, when Rita first brought her in. From my 9th floor office, I had been glancing out my window, and I saw Rita walking up High Street from the City Center garage. Lynn walked by her side, they each were dressed for the occasion. I smiled at the thought, as I watched them approach, that these two fine women were coming to see me. Moments later, I heard the elevator ring. The office receptionist Kathy buzzed me. I told Kathy to direct them down the hall to my corner office. Rita introduced me to Lynn and, while I was trying to be polite, I saw that Lynn had a magnetism that caused me to pay close attention to her every move. Lynn was 5'5, she also wore her blond hair long and straight. In her white heels she was 5'8. She had a square face, a woman of English descent that had a Princess Di look, and class, about her. I gazed at her thin frame that highlighted her shapely boobs and teardrop fanny. Her childless breasts sat high and firm and giggled as she walked across my office. She had on a short purple skirt with a matching jacket, with a collarless silk tee underneath. A born flirt who wanted attention, she casually let her jacket open, and I caught the outline of her braless breasts and nipples. Silk on skin. The two women sat themselves in my oversized stuffed office chairs, while I sat behind my desk. I watched Lynn as she repeatedly crossed and uncrossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride up. She was wearing panty hose, the kind I hate that have the built in white triangle, but she allowed me to take several glimpses up that short purple skirt – all the way up. Lynn was discrete about flashing me, but she was also very competitive with Rita for my attention, and she was trying to be professional. She was a licensed insurance agent and worked government policies for an international concern. After that divorce, it would be two years before I saw her again. Rita and Lynn were old friends. They drank together, they partied together. They met through the local rock and roll scene; Lynn's brother was a very well known guitar player who toured with a major star. Rita told me about their escapades, about the wild times they shared. When Lynn and I began our sexual involvement, Rita would tag along when she could. At the time, I failed to realize the competitive, jealous situation between these two women. Not that I was worth their attention, it could have been, and maybe had been before, any guy. But for me, it was fun. Sometimes Rita would bring her Cincinnati boyfriend, sometimes not. The three, or sometimes four of us would flirt, flash and feel each other's bodies. We basked in public displays of affection. That night after work, we drank bottles of wine and munched on happy hour food at Christopher's, above the Riffe tower. Lynn looked delicious in a long flowing black dress that buttoned, top to bottom, down the front. She wore no underwear – at that time she never wore any underwear - and she wore black heels. Rita had on tight blue jeans, heels, and a tight sweater. Whenever Lynn rose to go through the food line, she would undo another button, testing the limits on how much she could flash. She unbuttoned down to just a few, around her waste. The dress would sway and fall away from her long legs, and as she bent down at the buffet line, the dress would open exposing her perfect 36C breasts. Guys and gals would stroll by our table and find Rita with her hand cupping Lynn's breasts while I took turns kissing each one's neck and running my fingers through all that hair. We left Christopher's after it became clear that Lynn was getting drunk. It was a twenty minute drive to the house Lynn shared with another couple, Jim and Rochelle, who rented her a bedroom. The three of us arrived and strolled though the door. Inside, Lynn found more Chardonnay, and she also found a short note that her housemates had left for the evening. Rita and I led Lynn to her small bedroom that was next to the larger bedroom of the other couple who owned the house. We were a little tense, didn't want the owners to walk in on us, so we closed the door. Rita sat on the edge of the bed while Lynn lay between us. We sipped wine and rested for a few minutes. Lynn's eyes were closed and she acted as if she was dreaming. I reached and unbuttoned the remaining buttons on Lynn's dress. Lynn sat up and I dropped the dress off her shoulders. She was now nude for us, except for her heels, and after a little kissing and touching she spread her legs wide. "Very, very nice" Rita said as she admired Lynn's freshly shaven pussy. "Very nice indeed." Rita focused on Lynn's crotch, clearly mesmerized by what was happening. I undressed myself and neatly folded my suit over a chair. Then I turned and showed my nude body to Rita, I made sure that Rita looked at my cock. I stepped forward so that my cock was just inches from Rita's face and I pressed my penis on Rita's lips. At 6'1, 190 pounds, I keep in shape and admit that I like flashing myself. Next I climbed onto the bed, kneeling, and I ran my hands around Lynn's pussy, spreading her open for Rita's delight. A year before, Rita had admitted to me that she was bi, she admitted that she had been bedded by another divorce client, Michelle. Rita crawled forward, drawn to Lynn's pussy. She placed her tongue on Lynn's clit, then drew Lynn's pussy into her mouth. I watched as Rita pushed her fingers into Lynn's vagina, as she sucked and chewed on Lynn's clit, all the while mumbling through her slurps "I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be doing this." Myself, I leaned forward and kissed Lynn on her lips, I stuck my tongue in her mouth and she sucked it, gently at first and then harder. I pulled my head back, put an extra pillow behind Lynn, put my cock in her face and moved her mouth onto my erect penis. There on Lynn's bed, I watched as Rita buried herself in Lynn's pussy, and I heard Lynn moaning with pleasure as she was being sucked, and as she sucked my shaft. Lynn was the center of attention and, as I know now, in control. As I watched, I thought to myself "This seems strange. I'm nude, Lynn's nude. But Rita still has her clothes on." Even as far as we'd already gone, I knew that Rita would be slow to strip for us. While Rita had a very pretty face, she was not a flasher. She had small boobs, and shied away from stripping. But I thought "what the hell." I pulled my penis out of Lynn's mouth and walked behind Rita. Placing my hands around her waste, I undid her tight blue jeans. I pulled her jeans and her panties down below her knees and then I pulled the pair over her left foot. She struggled a bit, and lifted her mouth up from Lynn's pussy as if waking from a dream. I then pushed her tight sweater up to her shoulders. Rita looked at me, then stood up and covered her tits and pussy with her hands. "I am sorry guys", Rita said. "I shouldn't have done that. As much as I liked tasting you Lynn, I should have kept control." Lynn rose from the bed, nude and still in heels, and spoke. "It's ok Rita. Don't be embarrassed. Elliot and I have been thinking about this for some time. Why else would we bring you here with us? For Christ's sake, you've bragged for years about the time you fucked him." Lynn then gently sat Rita on the bed, and pulled her sweater over her head. Next came the other leg of her jeans and panties. Lynn stood over Rita and studied her full frontal nudity. I did too. These were two beautiful women, and I had been, for the past few months, in love with Lynn. "Let's take a break" Lynn said. "We can go into the family room and drink more wine. We'll relax a little." "What if your housemates come home?" asked Rita. "I don't care" Lynn replied, "It would be fun if they did! I've been nude with Rochelle, backstage at theater, and I'm sure Jim would enjoy the show." "But I care" said Rita. "I don't even know them. I can't be wandering around their house nude!" Lynn then handed Rita a bathrobe, my long green Chinese silk bathrobe that my father had purchased in Hong Kong. He had given it to me, and I had left it at Lynn's. "You can put this on," Lynn said to Rita, "but leave it open. If someone shows up, I'll let you know if you need to close it." Myself, I was concerned too. I pulled on a pair of old jeans that I kept in Lynn's closet. Lynn walked us through the house, nude and in heels. Rita had not been there before, and Lynn showed her every room. She took us into the master bedroom of Jim and Rochelle's. To our surprise, she pulled open their clothes drawers. Rochelle had quite a bit of erotic underwear and Lynn slipped a see through top on. It looked good on her but she took it off. Then she pulled out black lace panties, rubbed them on her crotch, and put them back in the drawer. We walked back to the kitchen. Lynn poured Rita and me more wine, put a soft CD on, and she put cheese out for us to nibble on. Rita and I went into the family room and sat down on the couch. As Lynn suggested, Rita left the robe open and I was admiring her small firm perky tits. I put my arm around her and kissed her, and I rubbed her breasts and her pussy. She had a nice crotch, with trim pubic hair. I remembered the time we had sex, and I wanted Rita's mouth on my penis as Lynn watched. But Rita was still intimidated by Lynn's near perfect tits and ass, and by her willingness to flash it. Lynn then came in with the wine and stood naked in front of us, posing. She handed us each a glass and sipped some herself, standing and showing off. I played along with her, knowing that she liked being told what to do. It kept her the center of attention. "Turn around." I said. "Now turn back again." Rita and I watched as Lynn rotated before us. "Get on your knees and spread your legs." Lynn quickly knelt. "Now finger yourself for us. Use two fingers, now three." We enjoyed watching as Lynn put on her show. "Lean back and grip your ankles. That's good." "Now squat, baseball catcher style, and open your legs." Lynn stood back up on her heels, then squatted, and spread her knees wide. She had made every move that I requested. "What do you think, Rita? Do you like Lynn's body?" "Yes I do," replied Rita. " I have seen her nude before, but never shaved." "Really" I said, "when have you seen her nude?" "Well Ell, maybe there are things you don't know about Lynn. We've done a lot of wild things over the years". "Ok, just tell me when you've seen her nude" I asked. "Ok?" Lynn then gave Rita a hard stare, but Rita kept talking. "There have been a few times," Rita said. "Like late last summer. She visited us - me and my boyfriend Ron - in Cincinnati. There was a party and the hosts, a nice good looking couple who are our friends, had a hot tub. It was a hot tub party. We were invited and we took Lynn along. It was casual, I wore tight cutoffs over a bikini, Ron wore shorts, and Lynn wore a light yellow halter dress with strapped white heels. There were about twenty-five people at the party, maybe more, mostly attractive couples. Guests drifted from the kitchen out onto the deck, where Ron and I were talking to a group of friends. The tub was outside and the air a little cool, but the water was warm. A few couples milled around the hot tub already in bathing suits. Our hosts were sitting on the edge of the hot tub, mixing and drinking Vodka Martinis, while another couple was immersed in the warm water. They all had bathing suits on, though some of the gals were wearing those tiny little bikinis and were showing off." "We hadn't seen Lynn in a while, and then she came outside. She asked the host for a Vodka Martini, and he said "sure." He reached and grabbed a glass, handed it to her, and filled it from a pitcher. Lynn then asked if there was room for her in the hot tub, and again he agreed. She passed the glass back and, as the host took her Vodka Martini from her hand, Lynn undid her halter dress – she had no underwear on - and lowered it down over her heels. She put the dress on the railing, took the drink back from the host, and then causally unfastened each of her strapped heels with one hand while balancing the Martini with the other. Lynn was then standing completely nude, in front of the host, his wife and the other couples as she placed the Martini glass down on the deck near the tub." "Lynn climbed to the tub as slowly as possible. First she sat on the edge with only her ankles in the water. Her legs were open enough for the couple in the water to have a clear view of her pussy. She arched her back to show off her hard nipples and perfect tits. Lynn sat for several minutes in the cool night air, talking to the other couples and slowly sipping the Martini. Then she entered the warm water to mid thigh level, standing with her pussy framed by the water level of the tub, sinking slowly and sighing every inch of the way. My boyfriend and I watched, as did everyone else. We worried that we might be asked to leave. But the hosts didn't mind a bit. After a few minutes, another couple took off their suits in the water, and then another, smacking their wet suits on the deck. A couple of gals, in fun, took their bikini tops off. Lynn, Rita & Me Lynn sat in the hot tub and continued to drink Martinis, for maybe too long, while different couples and partygoers exchanged places in the water. Lynn flirted with every guy and gal that sat with her. We overheard guests - who didn't know that we had brought her – saying that she was letting anyone and everyone feel her. We walked over and she was between a couple, kissing one and then the other. From her shoulder position, Lynn appeared to be sitting on the lap of the guy while his wife had her arm around her, clearly rubbing her tits, as she rocked back and forth. Lynn stayed in the hot tub for the better part of the evening. She was half drunk, dizzy and red from her shoulders down when she finally got out of the tub. Walking up to me, she told me that she had to pee. I threw a big beach towel around her and I led her into the house and to the bathroom, and then I went back out for her clothes. Ten minutes later, she was still in the bathroom. I was worried she was sick and I knocked. Then I knocked again. When she opened the door, Lynn had shed the towel. Inside the open bathroom door, reflected in the mirrors, I saw another couple. The guy was sitting on the bathtub, bathing suit down to his knees, half passed out, and the gal was pulling her bikini bottom back up. Lynn stopped to rinse her mouth, she washed her hands, and then she walked out naked. By this late hour some of the other gals were topless, but Lynn was the only one naked. She proceeded to walk around the party, nude, thanking the hosts for inviting us." "We were so embarrassed. It was everything to get her dressed and back to our apartment. When we finally made it home, Lynn was passing out. We had to lead her to her bedroom, and she was screaming at us. She was bitchy, drunk and argumentative, and we were mad. I tried to get her shoes off, tried to make her comfortable, but she was a mess. Ron became upset, and I did too. Ron said "Fine. You won't let us help. Then help yourself." He then ordered her to undress herself. He told her she had no choice, get the dress off or leave. Lynn whimpered but followed his demand and undid her halter dress. It fell to the floor and she took her heels off. Nude, Lynn lay on the bed, we flicked off the light, and we went into our own room." "Later that night, Ron and I were screwing. We weren't that loud. Suddenly Lynn came in our room, nude and crying. I turned on the light on the nightstand. She wanted to sleep with us, couldn't sleep alone. Ron said ok, he scooted over so that he was in the middle, with Lynn and I each nude on either side of him. But he still wanted sex, he wanted me to suck his cock first and to leave the light on. That was fine with me. I slowly sucked him while Lynn lay there watching. She and Ron kissed a little – I saw them out of the corner of my eye - and he rubbed her tits while I continued sucking him. His hands moved to her crotch and she spread wide for his fingers, which were only inches from my mouth on Ron's penis. It was now Lynn's turn. She went down on Ron and sucked his cock while I watched. I knew that Ron wanted Lynn, especially after she had been displaying herself all evening. It was fun watching Ron's cock go in and out of Lynn's mouth, but I wanted his seeds in me. So I moved Lynn aside and got on top of Ron and rode him. I told Lynn to message his balls, which she did, until he shot off in me. Then we all passed out." "The three of us woke up the next day wrapped around one another. I don't think Ron fucked Lynn during the night, at least I didn't hear anything. Lynn always denied fucking anyone anyway. Ron and I were fine – no hangover – and surprisingly Lynn was in good shape too. Ron went to shower first. We had a small shower adjacent to the bedroom, and when Ron finished, Lynn followed next. The door was open and I watched Ron brush his teeth while Lynn showered. She walked out nude with a towel around her hair. I then took my shower and finished off the hot water, getting just a quick rinse on my own hair. Ron lay on the bed, nude, watching the weather on TV. I joined him on the bed, naked, running a comb through my wet hair. Lynn was standing in front of the big mirror, drying her hair with the electric blow dryer. She was running the hair dryer over her body and drying her pussy hair. It was very erotic, and I noticed Ron watching her too. We lay on the bed waiting for her to finish." "She walked over to the bed and joined us. This time Lynn was in the middle. Lynn and I held each other and began kissing and rubbing each other's chests. Ron went between Lynn's legs to taste her clean fresh pussy. He swung his body around and Lynn, this time, was first at sucking his cock. Our mouths each worked Ron's penis for a while, passing his dick back and forth, Lynn taking the head in her mouth as I licked his shaft. Then Lynn took control of Ron's cock and gave him the best suck that I have witnessed her give. He pumped his semen into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. When Ron was dry, he stood up from the bed. He went back to the bathroom, and when he returned he complimented Lynn for cleaning herself in the shower. Ron said he hated the taste of chlorine on a woman's body. I watched as Ron rubbed scented lotion on Lynn's fine ass. He gently massaged her butt cheeks. She flinched as he squirted the cold lotion on her crack and then rubbed her anus. "Lynn," Ron said as he continued massaging her, "is there anything you want to tell us? You do want to thank us for bringing you to the party last night, don't you? " Lynn didn't say a word. "Tell us, Lynn, were you fucked in the hot tub?" "No" Lynn replied, "I don't fuck strangers. I was felt and fingered, felt and fingered a lot. And I did bring a guy and a gal off with my hands, a couple I'd met inside earlier." "And the couple in the bathroom? How did they enjoy your company?' "It was interrupted." Lynn said. "I was sitting on the tub, sucking the guy hard. His wife was really hot, she wanted to eat my pussy while he fucked her from behind. She took her bikini off and had great boobs and a wide pussy. The guy enjoyed my cock sucking, especially with his wife there watching. It was like he was king of everything. I spread my legs for her - she'd already gotten on the tile floor - and she started to suck my pussy. Then someone wanted in, beat on the door, demanded in. I tickled his balls and he came right away. When I opened the bathroom door, I was still swallowing his semen." Ron loved listening to the sound of Lynn's voice, particularly when she told us about her sexual encounters with our friends. We'd known this couple and he wanted to fuck them for years. "Was that all you did?" he asked. "Well…I did flirt a little inside before going out to the tub" Lynn said. "I talked with this really attractive couple after squeezing between them on the couch. She had long dark hair, great legs, and he had a square cut handsome face. They were nice to me and brought me a glass of wine. I liked their style. Her blouse was totally see through and she was proud of herself. She had firm round tits with small pink nipples. He was fit and trim with a James Dean jaw. Back and forth I bumped myself against each of them, pressing my breasts against their arms, putting my hands on their legs. I relished flirting with them. Then they asked if I would join them in the hot tub which, as it turned out later, I did". "There was a younger guy who seemed out of place and bored. I told him that I felt out of place too, which I did. We started talking about music, what he listened too, and all the while I noticed that he was staring at my tits. I played with his attention to me, bent this way and that. It became obvious, and he was a nice kid, so I asked him if he wanted to see my tits. He was embarrassed. I put my finger to my lips, and told him to follow me to a bedroom. Once inside, I locked the door. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, and I told him that it would be ok, that he could undo my top if he still wanted to. His hands were shaking. In a clumsy fashion, he undid the knot. I stepped back and let the dress fall. He was so surprised to see me nude. I took his hands and placed them on my tits, and I rubbed his cock through his jeans. He jumped back when I touched him. I realized how much this probably meant to him, so I unzipped his fly and felt his penis. I sat my butt on the baseboard of the bed and leaned forward. I took his cock in my mouth and I sucked him. He didn't last a minute. I swallowed his sperm, wanting more. It left me really horny. I put my dress back on and went out to the deck, looking for the other couple." "So you do want to thank us, don't you Lynn?" Ron asked. "Well, thank you" Lynn said. "Thank us for what, Lynn?" Rita said. "For taking me to the party" Lynn said. "What else?" Ron went on. "For letting me flash your friends, letting me suck them. Thank you for examining me nude, and for allowing me to suck your penis. Thank you for sucking my pussy, and thank you for letting Rita watch" Lynn said. "Wow" I said to myself. Lynn, who had sworn to me that she only had intercourse with five guys in her life. Lynn, who I thought I knew as an OSU honors grad and as an insurance agent. All the while Rita spoke, Lynn continued to pose nude for us. She didn't dispute the account, even laughed at some of the anecdotes. She enjoyed the tale and enjoyed hearing about herself. I stood up in front of Lynn, still within reach of Rita. I pulled the bathrobe down Rita's shoulders, and I unfastened my jeans. My jeans fell to my knees. Lynn went down and I guided my cock into Lynn's mouth. Right before her old friend Rita, she took my cock like a kid with a dripping ice cream cone on a hot summer day. As Lynn continued sucking me, I leaned a bit and played with Rita's nipples, I ran my hand across her beautiful face and through her hair. Next, I pulled her head forward to the edge of the couch. I withdrew my penis from Lynn's mouth, and I guided Rita's head down onto my dick. Rita did her best to show that she could suck cock as well as Lynn. Each one was excellent. Lynn then crawled onto the couch and told me to fuck her from behind while Rita watched us. It was a big deal, I think, for Lynn to let someone watch her fuck. Lots of people had watched her suck cock, that much I know, but fucking was reserved for her. I mounted Lynn and entered her pussy as Rita watched. Then something came over me. What did I want to come of this? Was one slut not enough, were two too many? I really liked Lynn, with or without her crazy past. Fact was that I was in love with her, Lynn, the blow job queen of Grove City, Ohio. But I refused to view her as a tramp. So she liked to flash, I enjoyed it too. I'd had sex with more women than I cared to remember, who was I to judge. We were each sex driven, sex junkies, now wrapped up with lust for each other. Lynn was smart, attractive, educated and well employed. Sure, she had a couple of ex husbands, and ex boyfriends, but no kids and little physical baggage. The better part of my soul somehow found value in our relationship. She would be good for me, and I knew it. I continued to pump Lynn, with these thoughts in mind. I was determined to continue my relationship with Lynn, and the events of the evening reaffirmed that. Finally I reached orgasm. I was ready to call it a night, went back to the bedroom, and passed out. Lynn claimed that Rita palmed my credit card in the restaurant. I put a stop payment on the card the next day. A hundred dollar bill also turned up missing that night from money that I had given Lynn – it was at the time the only money that I had ever given Lynn. Lynn and I went on to have a lengthy and in some ways faithful relationship that endured nearly ten years. Her manic craziness at first subsided but sadly and eventually came round again. Rita became an escort, and then a madam. She ran the most successful and notorious escort service in Columbus. Then Rita ended up in prison for theft and forgery, where she became pregnant, and received an early release. Last I heard, Rita resides in Canada, posing as an LPN under an assumed name. There are quite a few pics of Lynn, some of her friends and of myself, on the internet. Keep looking. And I have a few more stories to tell.