1 comments/ 84066 views/ 2 favorites New York City Fun Pt. 01 By: jusduit Chapter One The revolving door swung open with a flourish. Althea was distracted by the sudden movement and looked in the general direction, only to see another businessman arriving early for the evening. The hotel was full tonight, unexpectedly, though one could certainly understand the reason. The blackout in the northeast had suddenly set everything on its ear, especially here in New York City. Forty-five minutes into the blackout of the entire North East, Althea Rogers-Jackson, day manager of the relatively small, and independent hotel of just over a hundred rooms, wondered what the rest of the night was to be like. So far, outside of an immediate rush to rent any remaining rooms, there’d been little change from normal, for his hotel had power, at least on the first floor. Reporters on the TV in the lounge were spreading throughout the city to sample reactions from the citizens, send video of the uncontrolled traffic mess at rush hour in Manhattan, and to position themselves for the coming darkness of night and whatever that might bring. Though everyone had their personal predictions, only time would tell what was in store for the people of the city, and Althea in particular. The news that hours would pass before the blackout could be remedied, maybe even days, did little to settle nerves in that first hour of sudden helplessness. Traffic lights suddenly showed our dependence on them by simply refusing to work. Elevators also went on strike, some with passengers still aboard and between floors. People fought back the images of 9/11, insisting this was nothing of the sort, just a temporary glitch in some of the comforts of modern life. For emergency vehicles, it was pretty much the beginning of a normal evening. Though a few extra calls came in to help the stranded elevator riders, those who couldn’t walk down a flight of stairs for food, and the normal fire and heart stoppages, it was the preparatory call upon their services that demanded their full attention. All police were reporting to for overtime to protect property and keep the piece. And just about every other city service employee was somehow involved in the melee of pitching in to overcome yet another adversity in the financial capital of the world. Just as the streets were suddenly a sea of people deciding what to do to get home, the lobby of Althea’s hotel was jammed with guests or would-be guests, most now being turned away. The last of the available rooms were gone. She looked from the crowd her front desk personnel were attempting to politely push away, back to the more stately gentleman who’d just breezed through the revolving door. He was about six feet tall, dressed casually, and didn’t bother with the front desk. He walked swiftly by her too, passing within an arm’s length, smiling, and made for the elevator. “They’re out, I’m afraid,” She said, wondering why she was being apologetic. This was New York. There was an emergency. Most hotels didn’t have ANY power. Many were putting their guests out on the street for one safety excuse or another. She should apologize for not having elevators? He turned to look at her and hesitated. In New York only for a meeting in the morning, he’d arrived from his small town home in Colorado just a couple hours ago. Having taken a walk to get a look around at his old haunts in the area, he’d quickly tired of the novelty of the blackout, and was once again forced to focus on the gray, dirty old buildings, the people who looked anywhere but right at you, and the noise of horns as traffic tried to unsnarl itself. It was the same as when he’d moved away, just a few more lights, a few more cars and trucks, and a lot more people. He even recalled the first blackout he’d endured in New York when he’d lived here. “Funny,” he thought, “When I am here, I can’t wait to leave. When I’m somewhere else, I can’t wait to get back.” His answer to the dilemma a few years ago had come for him. The company he worked for had moved him to run a new division out west. In this trip’s rather ominous start, the hotel employee looked quite refreshing in her blue “uniform” suit and white blouse. His alertness was rejuvenated by the button between her breasts, fastened but with the material pulling nicely under just the right amount of strain. Her skirt was short, probably shorter than they liked at the hotel, but her name tag, a bit more elegant than the others, told him she was higher up the food chain. He smiled, trying not to look down at her in a condescending way, but only due to her shorter height. He guessed that to be about 5’2”, though the modest heels brought her up a couple inches. With shoulder length brown hair, the man thought, petite, pretty, and sexy in her confidence and officious pose. “Thanks. Of course. Well, it’s only five floors up so I guess I’ll get some exercise.” He looked around, not really that interested in getting to his room anymore, and asked, “The uh, stairs?” She took longer than necessary to answer. Her mind was running lickety-split. The image of her husband, a handsome Italian thirty year old with classic short black hair and still a fine young body, flashed through her vision, followed immediately by the stately gentleman before her, old enough to be her father, but attractive all the same. His silver-gray hair was short, but long enough to retain a wave. Some men could carry such a color and still look virulent. His well-trimmed beard was salt and pepper and he was obviously self-confident enough not have to color or transplant hair. He seemed fit, and handsome. Althea also felt a familiar itch as she measured him up. “Oh!” She said after looking at him for far too long, “Over there, across the lobby.” He started to walk, but from somewhere deep within her, came the words, “Excuse me, Mr….” “Randolph,” He turned abruptly, pleased with the opportunity. “Friends call me Randy,” He smiled at her, never giving her his first name. “Uh, well, hmmmm…” She was struggling for the words when she finally just came out with, “My husband is meeting me here to help out tonight. I uh, have to work as you might imagine. Would you like to join us for a drink? In the lounge over there?” She nodded toward the side of the lobby to the left of the front desk. What the hell was she doing! She immediately scolded herself. This was her place of employment! She had no idea who this guy was! She didn’t even know if her husband was still open to the idea. After the flood of self-flagellation subsided, she managed to reason that all she had done or committed to so far was a friendly drink with her husband in the middle of yet another New York City crisis. Feeling better already about her actions, she was prepared to hear his response. “Why sure. I would love to, uh…” He hesitated more from the surprise of his good fortune, than to make a decision. He too reflected on the unusual chain of events, but accepted the invitation as one might a dinner offer from a Captain aboard ship. He felt lucky.. “Althea Jackson. I’m the day manager here, and I am going to be here probably all night as you can imagine.” She put a hand out in front of her smile. Taking her delicate, white skin in his considerably larger palm, he said, “My pleasure, Althea. Say, if there is anything I can do to help, please… well, I’m here for a meeting right around the corner and I kind of feel like a resident, having lived here before.” He continued to hold her hand, not shaking it, just feeling it grow hotter and hotter in his. “Really? You lived here in the city?” She asked, putting pieces together, unable to take her eyes off his friendly and disarming face. “Well no, on Long Island. But I commuted to my office in the city, just around the corner here. I arrived today, just for the night and a meeting in the morning, and happened to be walking around looking at the city when the power went out. You know, I was your age for the last one of these things.” Ouch! That was a dumb thing to say. Now she would surely think of him as some dinosaur. “Oh were you?” She asked, acting intrigued, though Randy sure didn’t know why. He wondered why she was suddenly looking right through him, as if deep in thought. In an attempt to keep the conversation going he asked, “So, it seems you have lights here still, at least in the lobby.” “Yes, well, our generators are for emergency power only. We can support some basic needs here on the ground floor, some security too, but nothing above here. I’m afraid we are turning people away. Seems we filled up quickly and one person just said he’d arrived from a major hotel that had just had to evacuate its building. I’m afraid this is going to be a pretty crazy night.” She hesitated a moment, then smiled again and said, “Maybe it will help to have your experience close by.” “Well,” He chuckled modestly, “I don’t know about that, but please feel free to call on me for anything at all.” They stood silent for a moment before he added, “Perhaps I’ll meet you later? For that drink?” She suddenly smiled with a look of confidence, as if she’d made up her mind about something, and took his arm with her hand to lead him to the lounge. “Yes, Mr. ah, Randy, I am sure you will see me later. But let me get you a seat, one with enough room for my husband and myself when he arrives, and make your stay just that much more pleasurable, for all.” Randy let her lead him across the lobby floor as he pondered her wording and tone. In one of the big mirrors he could see her face had taken on a new appearance – she was almost cocky, as if she knew something he didn’t. She had detached herself from the moment and had gone somewhere else, but the look didn’t seem to fit. Oh well, he thought, perhaps it was just a natural expression for her. After all, she’d just invited him to sit with her and her husband. If not dinner, it was drinks with the “Captain” and “First Mate.” Chapter Two Half an hour later, having not seen more than a second or two of Althea in passing around the lobby, a good looking and fit Italian fellow walked right up to Randy’s cushioned chair and said, “Hi. I’m Mick, Mickey Jackson.” He put out his hand and stood there waiting for Randy to make the next move. “Hi, Mickey, uh, do I know you?” He rose to shake the man’s hand, not knowing if he might be a client or someone he should know, like... The man laughed and said, “I see my wife didn’t tell you my name. I am Althea’s husband.” “OH! Oh yes, of course, Mick, or Mickey. Which is it?” Randy shook hands a little more vigorously now, with the relief he hadn’t fucked up too badly. “I use them both, or my friends do. Your choice.” “Whichever then. Good to meet you. Sit down, let me buy you a drink.” The two men sat and Mickey ordered a Vodka screw driver. The drinks were still coming with ice, so Randy figured that was one of the higher priority systems left in the power loop of the generators. Ok by him, though he didn’t drink at all anymore – dulled the senses at some of the most interesting of times. Plain ol’ ice water was his drink of choice now, but he took another Perrier, only because he would have felt guilty occupying such a valuable chair without buying something. It still left his mind clear and open to all opportunities. “So you are here to help your wife through the night? I think that’s terrific.” Mick took a fourth of his glass in a couple swallows and let out a deep breath as if he’d earned that one. “Yeah, well, actually, we thought you might like to help too.” Randy looked at the younger man, about the age of his sons from his first marriage, and wondered what the hell was going on. The man was smiling a similar smile to that of his wife a short while before, confident, knowing, yet mysterious. Both looked as if they knew something he didn’t, “All right, Mickey Jackson, why don’t we level with each other? You and your wife have something on your minds, if I’m not mistaken, and somehow it involves me.” He stopped for a moment before adding, “I’m a New Yorker from the past, my friend, so don’t try to play me for some country bumpkin.” Mickey took another swallow, his self-confidence waning a bit. “You’re right, Randy.” He put his drink down, shifted in his chair to better face the man, and continued, “We are wondering, well, I have always… hmmmm. How do I put this?” Randy shifted too, but toward Mick, not away. His interest was peaked for sure. “How about the flat ass truth? Hmm? Let’s put the cards on the table. What are you worried about?” Mickey looked around first to locate his wife, and then when he didn’t find her, to see that no one else could hear. “Randy? We’d like to know if you would like to spend the night with us.” Randy sat back in his chair. Of all the things he was prepared to hear, this was not one of them. As he sat back and considered the ramifications of the question, or proposition, he spotted Althea in the mirror, standing behind his location, peering around the corner of a large column, waiting for a reaction. What did she expect, Randy wondered, a fistfight? He sat up and leaned in to Mick, looked around conspiratorially, then said, “You want me to spend the night with the two of you. I assume you are referring to something a bit more meaningful than simply my staying in the hotel?” Mickey’s nerve and enthusiasm were coming up again. The guy was easy to talk to, he thought. No bullshit. “Yes, I mean, we mean, we’d like to come back to your room with you, and do, well, just about anything that comes to mind.” He leaned his head to one side, “Is that clear enough?” Randy decided to have some fun with him. “Not exactly. Call me dense. Why don’t you spell it out, so I truly understand?” The younger man fidgeted in his chair, then moved on boldly, “Ok, Randy. You’re right. It’s just that, oh shit. Ok, here it is. My wife has always wanted to see me suck off another man, and then get fucked by him.” There, it was said. He looked at Randy to see if there was an immediate revulsion. There was not. He wasn’t too worried at this stage about repercussions, for he and his wife could simply deny any charges, in case they’d read this Randy wrong. But he was surer than ever they had not. “Are you adverse to spending time in bed with a man?” His natural boldness, something his wife had been so terribly attracted to, had returned. So that was it, Randy thought. These two kids were overdrawn on hormones and needed another stiff one in bed with them. He thought about it for a full minute, leaning back, twiddling a stir stick in one hand propped on an elbow on his chair. Suddenly he said, “No, not necessarily. But then again, I haven’t exactly been longing for the role either.” Certainly he’d never had the fantasy to be with another man, or so he told himself. He wondered if truly, deep down, he hadn’t had such a thought at one time or another. He had learned over time however, life is short, too damn short, and he never heard of anyone going to the worms complaining they’d done or seen too much of life! “Tell me this: Your wife is up to this? Getting seen, touched, even fucked and sucked by a stranger? Cause I’m not going up there just to be played. I get to do some playing too.” He was being as bold as possible now, so shit didn’t happen later. Mick smiled, eager and looking a bit like an excited puppy and said, “That is exactly right. We both are. But more than anything, she wants me to get fucked by a man, while she watches, and masturbates.” His voice trailed some weakness at the last words, but he held his head high anyway. The older man sat back, then leaned forward again. “All right, so why me, why not some stud like you, your own age?” He looked around the lobby, and spotted another guy more like Mick’s age, walking toward them. “Like him.” Mick’s lips curled just a bit at the corners, “My wife said you would ask that.” “Yeah? And what did she, or both of you decide as the answer?” “Well, we decided to choose an older guy, I mean older than us, no disrespect,” “None taken. Go on.” Randy was waiting. “We decided that we didn’t want to take a chance on someone coming between us emotionally, the way we are asking you to kind of come between us physically…” The explanation was a surprise to Randy, but entirely believable. “So you decided on a father image, someone too busy elsewhere in his life to come back for more.” Randy had put it even more bluntly than they had when discussing the eventual possibility. “Yeah…” He wanted to say more, to add some kind of caveat to lessen the blow, but decided to leave the truth hanging where it was. This guy seemed like he could take it. Randy considered the situation. They were both good-looking kids. She was hot the way she walked and talked, and looked, and he had some kind of aura around him that… Hell! He could be their father! What the hell was he even considering this for? Hmm, his other conscience thought, interesting opportunity though. She was free-willed enough to want to play with herself while watching her husband get fucked up the ass, and Mickey was free willed enough to want it to happen, and then let a stranger have his way with his wife. Randy smiled as he wondered what else they might do with all that free will. He thought more about the possibilities, and the risks, and looked at each of them as he considered their proposition. In the mirror, he could see Althea looking like a kitten waiting patiently to be fed. Sheesh! He thought, this is too good to be true! Randy put his drink down while he asked for the check. Looking briefly at his watch to see the time at three minutes after six, he observed, “By my watch, nighttime started three minutes ago.” He rose from his chair as he closed with, “We’re wasting some very precious daylight upstairs.” Chapter Three Randy and Mick entered Randy’s room after walking up the five flights. Mick admired the man’s stamina, as he seemed to breath no more heavily than he, twenty-five years younger. Both of them considered the night ahead in silence, it being a bit much to attempt to talk while slugging it out with other guests walking up and down the stairwell around them. Back in the lobby of the hotel, Althea had whispered a loud “Yes!” to herself, and continued to tend to the special needs of the hotel for the evening. The night manager had finally shown up and they agreed on a division of duties and schedules for the special care of their guests through the night. She did not reflect on the facts that her husband was in the hotel, or that she would not need the pull out couch in the main office for her time off later, only that she would be available if needed, all through the night. She went to the kitchen and had three meals prepared and sent to room 512. Sometime later, the trip up the stairs was nothing to Althea. She did this kind of thing all the time at the hotel, walk up and down in lieu of using the elevator. She counseled the staff to follow her example and there was a noticeable improvement in timeliness of the elevators for the guests. This is also a good part of what kept her so thin and fit. She didn’t like taking time out of her day for exercise, but the stair climbing each day, sometimes as many as two hundred flights in a single shift, gave her strong legs from hips to heels, and lungs to match those of a devoted runner. She thought about what her husband had gotten them into on this very strange night. She thought of it as him, even though the original wish had been hers. It was Mick who’d never forgotten her fantasy, and kept reminding her to keep her eyes peeled for a candidate she liked. She tried to find someone attractive to her, to him, and yet not likely to be a “cling-on” when it came to saying goodbye after a one-night-stand. Then creeping signs of guilt shifted the responsibility for the acts they were about to commit to her own reckless wishes. Countless times, she’d pictured him on his knees with a man’s cock in his mouth, or his butt thrust upwards and his head turned to the side and flattened on the mattress, his hands gripping his ass cheeks and pulling them apart. She’d seen it as clear as if she’d been right there, a man’s cock pushing up against his puckered asshole, spreading his muscle outward like the shutter in one of his cameras. She’d heard him groan under the sudden but short lived pain, a shudder that quickly turned to a chill and then a warming glow that voiced itself in the sound of low, guttural groaning, the true indicator of his appreciation of the stiff cock up his ass. New York City Fun Pt. 01 As she stepped much more slowly than usual up the stairs, flight after flight, passing the occasional guest going down, or walking up faster than she, she thought of how wonderful it was each time she’d strapped on a dildo and fucked her husband that way. She’d heard the moans she dreamed of, she’d seen him pull his cheeks apart, she’d spanked him numerous times to elicit a yelp which she’d respond to with a thrust of her shaft. Even now her strong thighs, cased in pantyhose, were rubbing her non-panty-clad lips, getting them wet as she walked, and it wasn’t from the sweat of exercise. She wondered if they’d regret this evening, if they’d made a mistake, if she’d started something tonight that might change the course of their lives for the worse instead of better. As she reached the landing for the fifth floor, she shook her head and flushed her mind of all negative thoughts. This was a scene she and her husband had both dreamed about in their own separate ways for a long time. It was a fantasy they had already played out numerous ways, one that they were both far more than comfortable with. They were eager to fulfill it. This was going to be a night to remember, for sure, and she refused to contemplate anything but anticipation and lust. “Hello, Mrs. Jackson,” The room service employee said as they passed in the fifth floor hallway. She figured he’d just delivered the meal she’d ordered for the three of them in 512. She’d put the word out to all the guests that they wanted to feed everyone early, just incase there was trouble with the generators. Also, she had no idea what the night was going to bring in the way of new challenges. She’d just joined the hotel staff before the 9/11 disaster, and the world of travel had changed forever. In the new scheme of things, that made her a veteran, one who knew the past, but had grown up in the present of her business. She knew she had a responsibility to keep things flexible, able to respond and able to protect her guests. There was no way to protect against every eventuality, but she could sure try, and she did. There was no need for her downstairs right now however, for her regular shift was over. Things were well in hand with the night manager, and dinner was being served to the guests in the restaurant on the ground floor. As soon as all the guests were fed, she’d given instructions for the place to be opened to walk-in traffic, but not before. Then again, since warming freezers were being emptied quickly all around town, she doubted anyone was going hungry. Whatever happened, the hotel would be prepared to do its part. She asked her employee as he passed, “Getting a workout, Jimmy?” “Oh yes, Mrs. Jackson, but not to worry. The tips are huge tonight! They feel sorry for me I guess, having to walk up.” He smiled broadly, and disappeared down the stairs quickly to retrieve another delivery and another larger than normal tip. Althea smiled, suspecting he was probably breathing a bit heavier than necessary when he entered each room, just for show, but hey, how many hotels in New York City tonight were delivering room service to their guests! She suddenly felt proud, and strong. She arrived at room 512, and smiled in anticipation. Chapter Four Althea decided to use her passkey instead of knocking. Who could fault her? Only after she had slipped the credit card sized plastic into the slot and obtained the green light did she begin to remember that this room was not a “comp,” but a room paid for by a guest, and she had no right at all to enter his room without his permission! It was too late. The two men looked at her, like two boys caught being naughty, though she saw no reason for them to feel that way for they were standing quite far apart from each other. Randy was already stripped to his shorts, and was setting out the dinner items on the table, raising the leaves and gathering chairs. Her husband Mick was just pulling his socks off and tossing them on the floor just like he did in their apartment. She rolled her eyes in frustration, but quickly focused on the men. “Come on Baby, let’s eat!” All three of them knew Mick meant more than just the food. Knowing exactly what was going through her husband’s mind, and that he was not one to beat around the bush or delay anything, she stood still and slowly raised removed her suit jacket. She looked long and hard at the scene before her as the two men, now clad only in their shorts, worked over the wheeled table. How did Jimmy do THAT? She wondered, and then remembered that the flow of tables had been disrupted and this one might just have been stranded on the floor. They were eating early and that might just be why they got the table and someone else didn’t. That was a nice touch her employee had rendered. A commendation was in order. Even more importantly, how did Mick get the two men to their skivvies so quickly? “I haven’t missed anything, have I?” She asked as she hung her jacket in the closet and began to undo the buttons of her blouse. Randy watched her intently and then straightened and asked them both, “Mind if I do that for you?” Althea looked at her husband and gave no indication that she was uncomfortable with the idea. Mick smiled and looked at Randy and said, “Sure, go ahead.” The table was ready now, with two chairs and the bed ready to serve as seating. Mick sat on the edge of the bed to the side, and positioned himself to watch the stranger undress his wife. As he watched, he couldn’t help but be proud of her courage, awed by her firm and lovely body, and feel just a bit tense with what was going on. Each step Randy took was totally respectful however, and this kept Mickey’s tension from growing beyond acceptable levels. It was getting hotter and hotter watching his wife being exposed piece by piece. He could see it was turning her on too, as the right corner of her mouth twitched now and then, just as it did when they made love. Randy, hot as he was at the idea of undressing a man’s wife in front of him, felt a bit outside the loop at the moment. The two of them were staring into each other’s eyes, practically ignoring him. He thought about this and continued to give them the benefit of the doubt – this was just as new and perhaps awkward to them, as it was to him. Being the one with less at stake at the moment, he managed to push on, and hung Althea’s blouse in the closet. He stopped then to look at her small frame, and perfectly proportioned breasts. Not since he was their age had he felt like this, excited beyond belief at the lusty picture before him. Adding this to the completely new wishes he’d been introduced to in the lobby, his blood was boiling and the moment was one he would try to savor every second of. Randy ran a hand over her shoulder to the back of her neck, and then down her back. Althea shook with a chill as the man’s hand traveled on its fingertips down her spine. He was gentle, patient, and obviously experienced at pleasing a woman’s senses. With one hand on her belly, he used the other to remove the clasp on her skirt in back, and tug down the zipper. She felt like cooing when the material slipped free and gave only the faintest of sensations as it passed over the nylon hose while traveling down her legs. One by one, kneeling now, he lifted an ankle, foot and heeled shoe to slip the skirt out from under. He could smell already what he’d hoped he might, the scent of a woman in heat, her sex already exuding its aroma of desire. Randy rose with the skirt in his hand and said, “Why don’t you two sit beside each other on the bed, and I’ll sit in the chair facing you.” He turned to hang her skirt on one of the clipped hangers in the closet. He also took the opportunity to take a deep lungful of air and let it out in a rush, trying to get his heart rate back to normal. Randy turned to the bed and table, and was almost surprised to see that they did exactly as he had suggested - sat side by side on the bed, taking up one side of the table. Randy walked slowly to the chair facing them, and tried to continue to sort all the emotions from the ideas, from the information he was taking in and make the best of this moment in their lives. “You kids… hmmm…” It seemed that a critical moment had come, and all three in the room were hanging on the next words from Randy. “Mick, why don’t you kiss your sister, and make her feel better for all the work she has had to do today?” He sat down when they obeyed immediately. They complied! That was it! He thought so! So there was depth to their fantasy, or they were willing to act yet another one out. This moment in time loomed like a huge cloud over him, dark if he guessed wrong and white as cotton if he was right. The cloud was pristine white to Randy. Now it was up to him to show them he appreciated that, and perhaps for him to have some fun in the process. “Mickey, I’m sure your sister’s breasts are uncomfortable in that bra. Why don’t you take that off and help her relax for a moment before dinner?” Mick didn’t hesitate. On the contrary, he had her bra off before Randy could appreciate the act. He’d have preferred a slow and deliberate unveiling. Her tits were gorgeous, perfectly proportioned and seeming begging for attention. “Don’t just sit there Mick, massage them. Help your sister relax. She’s had a hard day,” And a much harder night to come, if Randy had anything to say about it. Althea’s emotions were understandable for her, even predictable. Her husband wanted another man to fuck her in anyway she would accept, and for as long as she would want. But those more familiar emotions kept getting interrupted by the new sensations tingling in her mind, and loins, those which had started only a short time ago when the two men had undressed to their underwear in front of each other, and her. She was so hot right now either one of them could have done anything they wanted. Mick had already started sucking on the closest of Althea’s breasts, one hand holding it up, and the other reaching around behind her and grabbing the other from the far side. Althea had closed her eyes and was beginning to drift in her own little world when Randy suddenly shouted, “Young lady! Look at me when you are at the table!” She bolted upright and stared directly into his eyes, temporarily separating from the sensations on her chest. But the interruption soon gave way to a compromise, her looking at Randy, while her husband felt and sucked on her tits. If it weren’t for the lewd act Mick was performing, they would look just like two siblings sitting properly at the table with their dad, albeit in more undress than might be considered normal. As it was however, she was more turned on by the moment than she ever would have dreamed. “Mick, that’s enough. Now the two of you should eat, to build your energy.” Randy took a bite to demonstrate his seriousness. They both followed, looking occasionally and conspiratorially at each other. Randy tried to ignore their looks, which were becoming more and more flirtatious as they occurred. To an outsider looking in, this was fast becoming anything but a traditional family dinner. When they’d finished their meal, and after a very short battery of small talk about any number of subjects, Randy got back into the role. “Althea, I think you should return the favor your brother extended earlier.” He said no more. She looked at him for a moment, then decided on her course of action. Under the table, her hand glided over to his lap and began a gentle massaging of his loins. Randy sat back in his chair, and found himself raising a leg and inserting a foot between Althea’s thighs. She was surprised by the sudden intrusion, but pleasantly so and soon spread her knees to accept the appendage while renewing her concentration on her “brother.” Before he knew he was doing so, and while rubbing his own loosely covered crotch, Randy’s other leg rose, spread slightly from its mate, and inserted itself between the thighs of Mickey. For just a moment, all three of them froze, but made no move to withdraw. Finally, Mickey closed his thighs slightly, and began to move his hips so as to begin to hump Randy’s foot and his wife’s hand, and that put an end to hesitation. Althea resumed her massaging of her husband’s groin, concentrating now on maintaining contact with Randy’s foot at the same time. At the moment, the toes were beginning to pry at her pantyhosed crotch. Randy’s other foot was beginning to move in Mick’s crotch, and between the actions of Randy and his “sister,” Mick was getting very hot. His cock was hard and straight up and down. His motions forced it to ride up and down the sole of Randy’s bare foot too, separated form it only by Mick’s shorts, and intermittently, Althea’s hand. It was Althea, to the surprise of both men, who slipped his shorts out of the way and enabled both her and Randy to make skin contact on her “brother’s” balls and shaft. Randy was amazed at how hot the feeling was. Another man was rubbing his cock up and down the sole of his foot and it actually felt very sensuous. It didn’t hurt to have the owner’s wife massaging the man’s balls at the same time! Even thought he couldn’t see what was happening beneath the table, he could see the motions of her arm and the expressions on both their faces. They were enjoying this as much as he was, perhaps even more. Randy allowed this to go on for a few more minutes before he withdrew his feet. Both kids had quickly clenched their thighs together to halt his retreat, but too late to prevent it. The older man rose, carefully pushed the table out of the way and clear over to the corner of the room and turned to face them. Before he could speak, he couldn’t help but gaze slowly over their young bodies. Althea’s breasts needed no bra, they were lovely in what little natural settling took place without it. Her taught tummy was accentuated by the dark nylon waist of the pantyhose and Randy had to tear his eyes from her crotch before they fell out of their sockets trying to glimpse the swollen lips of her pussy, and any moisture that might be accumulating there. He looked then at Mick, and found himself equally aroused. The young cock stood tall and erect, busting out beside the crotch of his underwear. His nuts were dangling in their sac, begging to be fondled, a sensation Randy was all too familiar with. And then Althea placed her hand back on her “brother’s” dick and began to pump it, while staring at Randy. Neither had said a word since the play had started, and it was apparent they were content with that. He also sensed however, that they might be interested in making things happen a bit more quickly. “Althea, you seem hot to play with your brother. Is this true?” He was filling time while he figured out what he could possibly do to please these two very experienced, horny young people. “Oh yes, Daddy!” She pumped her husband’s cock more vigorously for a few strokes, obviously trying to engage Randy to press forward. Randy was somewhat startled by the address. He had been playing exactly that role, but it was the first time the word was used. There seemed to be no bounds these two would not breach. There was absolutely no hesitation by either of them. They started all this! Suddenly, whatever remained of Randy’s learned taboo’s, his previous limits, all disappeared in the realization that he’d actually stepped into Nirvanna. Here were two young bodies, with open and willing minds to go with them, ready and anxiously awaiting anything and everything his imagination and innermost fantasies could come up with. This was the chance of a lifetime, the moment most men dreamed of and never would find or experience. This was his fifteen minutes of fame, his chance to experience the most glorious and gratifying sex acts of his life. “And none too soon,” He mumbled. The two on the bed looked at each other, and then at Randy, who was apparently going through some kind of second thoughts about tonight. Mick said, “Listen…” “QUIET!” Randy emerged, from one life to another. He burst through the flimsy barriers of accepted behavior and let his soul relax, his loins rise up, and his emotions take control. “Both of you, stand up!” The two looked at each other again, wondering if this guy was really the nice gentle man they had pitched for this experiment in the first place. They rose in unison, Althea still holding Mick’s cock, and Mick still grasping one of her breasts. The temperature of these actions had changed however, from one of lust to one of near fear. “Put your hands down,” Randy ordered, more softly however, putting them a bit more at ease. “Sure, Daddy,” Mick said softly in return as he dropped his hands to his sides. They faced Randy. “Althea, your brother tells me you have always wanted to see your brother fucked by a man. Is this true?” She could not hide the smile on her face, the glee she was suddenly feeling once again at the prospect of her fantasy coming true. “Oh, yes, Daddy. I truly would love to see him fucked, right up the ass Daddy, especially by you.” Before she could go on, Randy glared at her as if to pry any remaining doubts from her mind with his stare. “Very well then, prepare your brother to get fucked in the ass, Althea, and while you’re at it, find a good place to sit and watch. I want to see exactly how you react to this act I am about to perform.” His voice was smoothing more and more, partly because of his resolution to let go, and partly because of his comfort with the proceedings and his two guests. He liked them, he decided, for they were two of the more genuine people he’d ever met. They said what they felt, and they were prepared to back it up. Althea went to her purse on the bar and emptied it on the surface. She was somewhat flustered in anticipation of fulfilling her fantasy. This was the reason she’d also forgotten what she had in her purse, a purchase she’d made yesterday and forgotten to take home. Upon her arrival at work this morning, she’d put it in her purse so she wouldn’t forget it, again. And now it was on the surface of the room’s bar. “What is this?” Randy stepped over and picked it up. The dildo portion was not all that large, not like the inflated sizes of most dildo’s that one bought in a catalog. This was more real, more average sized, perhaps about the size in fact, of her husband, Randy noticed. But attached to the base of the dildo, behind the rubbery ball sac, was a harness. It was a strap on, and Randy knew instantly this was to be a substitute for what was about to take place, one they wouldn’t have to use now. But before he could put the thought down, he felt a kind of clenching urge in his ass cheeks, one he tried quickly to not recognize and to put out of his consciousness. He had work to do, to make this couple’s dreams come true. Chapter Five Althea had removed her “brother’s” shorts and pushed him down on the bed. She’d taken the KY Jelly from her purse and smeared a small amount already on Mick’s ass, around the opening that was soon to grow in size. The work seemed to take her mind off the image for a moment, for she seemed to work more clinically, more methodically than emotionally. It was almost as if she were too exacting. “Althea, get over here and prepare me.” He said no more. She stepped obediently to him and hesitated only a second before putting her finger in the plastic jar and swabbing up a knob of the goo. Looking once more up at Randy, she looked back down and reached out to touch his cock. It wasn’t quite as big as her husband’s, or quite as fat. Would she know the difference with her eyes closed? Probably not if that was all there was to feel. But it might make the difference between a painful first time, and a not so painful first time for Mick. She then smeared the jelly on the cock, holding it with one hand while smearing with the other. She couldn’t help but feel the pulse it emitted when she grasped it firmly. The man was very hot. New York City Fun Pt. 01 Looking up at his face again, she wished now she’d sucked him off a bit before applying the lubricant. Too late for now - maybe later. She did pump his hardened prick several times however, and brought forth a few more pulse’s of his ready member. When she rose, she looked again to Randy for instructions, as if she had performed what he had asked. “No, no, this is all wrong. You are not done yet, young lady,” He admonished. “Come with me.” Randy held her hand and brought her over to the cushioned chair on the other side of the bed. He let her go and pulled the chair over to the bed’s far corner, more or less facing her husband. Then he guided her into the chair, still clad in her pantyhose and heels and nothing else, and told her, “I am going to be watching you, just as he is.” He indicated Mick. Walking back around the foot of the bed, he then reached over and pulled up on Mick’s hips, a motion that Mick helped by bringing his knees up beneath him. It was a high bed, one with a substantial box spring beneath that raised the mattress a foot above normal. This would work exceptionally well in Randy’s favor, for he then pushed Mick’s head down on the mattress, and pulled his butt back and down to his heels. Mick was in a fetal position, with his ass exposed and pointed straight back at Randy’s groin. Looking over at Althea, they both quickly noticed she was already massaging her cunt with one hand inside her hose, while massaging a tit with her other hand. Her lower jaw had dropped sufficiently to open her lips and her expression was one of anticipation combined with animal lust. Randy looked once more at the man beneath his erected dick. He was about to do something he’d never done before, and it wasn’t all that easy to make that leap. He’d never had fantasies of fucking a guy, or being fucked by one. He had enjoyed fucking himself up the ass with a dildo, even one of those oversized catalog versions, but never, never had he dreamed of pushing his cock up some guy’s ass, or having one do the same to him, and yet…. “What’s the matter, Dad?’ Mick said into the mattress and sheets. His tone was a cross between a question and a tease, as if Randy were chickening out. He wiggled his ass in defiance. SLAP! Randy didn’t know where it came from, but his hand swung and slapped Mick on the ass. At the same time, Randy looked at the offended man’s wife, and saw that her eyes opened in surprise, but her hands if anything, were more busy than before. In fact, she right then pulled down the waist of her pantyhose to show Randy her shaved and slippery lipped pussy! He groaned at the brazen action and looked back at the young manslut before him. Slowly, he pushed up against the slut’s ass, with one hand guiding the tip of his cock right to the puckered opening. This was it. He looked again at the hot and squirming girlslut in the overstuffed chair. She was loving this and wanted more. He looked down at the manslut on the bed, just as he wiggled his ass again in anticipation. Randy hesitated no further. With a firm but short shove, he forced the head of his cock inside a man’s ass for the first time in his life. “AWWWE!” Mick moaned, causing some alarm to Randy until he added, “YES! Fuck me Daddy!” Randy’s eyes opened wide and he looked over at Althea. She was vigorously fingering her clit with one hand and trying desperately to fuck both her asshole and her pussy with various fingers of her other. She was sure to cum any second. Randy looked back down and the man meat below and grabbed Mick’s hips. As if choreographed and practiced many times, Randy shoved when Mick pushed back and the older man’s rock hard cock was buried to the hilt in the young man’s ass in one plunging push. Groans emitted from both of them, groans of pleasure, years in coming. There was no question both men were for that moment deep in the middle of a lustful abyss. Chapter Six Althea heard and saw the satisfaction on her husband’s face. She could almost feel the man’s cock up her own ass as she tried desperately to simulate the same action for herself. She loved it when her husband took her there, especially when he’d leave a dildo up her pussy and then mount her from behind. She also loved fucking her husband up the ass with her strap on. She got her own rush out of playing the male role at such times, but the dream had always been to see her husband taken by a real man. She’d buckle the strap on tightly against her so she could work it in and out of him with more precision, and more force. Sometimes she’d take the time to tie an extra line from the base of the plastic cock, under her crotch and back up to the waist belt in back, just to ensure that when she withdrew from her husband’s brutalized hole, the cock would follow her movement exactly. Mick especially loved this control for it maximized the sensations his wife could administer, leaving him fulfilled unlike any other thing they did. The action before Althea right now was something else however, seeing her husband fucked in the ass by another man. She looked at Randy’s body as it pumped its meated bone in and out of her husband’s ass, watched his back arch, his head fall back, how his hips moved. She wanted to study every nuance of his movement so she could mimic the same action at future dates with her strap on. Mick was forcefully pumping back and forth against the man now, desperate to take more and more of his cock inside him. He refrained from clutching his hanging cock, pulsing as it was back and forth in heat, so he could continue to concentrate on just the sensations of a man up his ass. It was everything he’d dreamed of, and more. He thought he’d expected to feel the contact at his sphincter muscle, but never more than a distant sensation inside him. On the contrary, the hot log of meat in his ass was stretching his innards every inch of its length. Even more important, he suddenly concluded when trying to figure what else was causing such greater pleasure than a dildo or his wife’s strap on, was the heat. That was the big difference! The heat of the man’s cock was adding immensely to his ability to feel it, where it was, its coming and going, the pleasure it brought. Suddenly he wondered. If the heat of the man’s dick was that stimulating, just what was it going to be like when the man came in his ass? Althea could not take much more of this. She was going to cum, but didn’t want to do so alone. “Fuck him Randy, and make him cum! Now!” She screamed as the first signs of her own orgasm began to show in her trembling. She kicked her high heeled feet slightly, pushing the bed, reminding the men she was not only there, but watching their lewd act, and waiting right now for them to explode. Randy suddenly slapped Mick’s ass with another crack that brought them all to silent stillness. He thought maybe he’d gone too far. He was about to ask just that, when Mick’s ass wiggled back and forth, and then withdrew and pushed back with a vengeance greater than before. “Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Fuck my ass! YES!” Althea commanded, “You heard the man, fuck him! NOW! He’s ready!” She obviously knew her man’s signs of impending orgasm better than he did, so Randy began to pump the now slick and smooth tunnel with his cock, rhythmically at first, and then with abandon as he occasionally enhanced the action with another slap on one cheek or the other. Althea began to writhe on the chair and bed, groaning and speaking unintelligible words, but making sure they knew she was watching by moving the bed with her feet. Mick began to moan and then speak mostly coherent words, “Oh yes… fuck me bad, man, take me, cum in me and make me cum…” He continued while Randy’s own juices boiled up inside him. “Here it comes you little slut.” Randy threatened, “Here comes your reward now. Here!” He couldn’t speak anymore for his loins struck hard against Mick’s ass and burst forth with perhaps the largest and most violent orgasm he could remember. He held onto Mick’s hips as if he were riding him through the sky, holding on and steering at the same time. He used the anchoring grip to pull the boy’s ass up into his groin to make total contact with his middle in a circle with the circumference crossing his balls, thighs, hips and stomach. The heat generated by the resulting enclosed area of contact was intense, driving both of them to even greater heights of sensation and pleasure. Even Mick’s free-swinging cock erupted, and spewed cum all over the sheets on that corner of the bed. Timed just right on once such spurt, his cock had swung back and shot its load down the right leg of Randy. Althea saw this and leapt from her chair, diving to her knees and bent down to put her tongue on the cum dripping down’s Randy’s leg. She caught every drop and felt so hot about licking her husband’s cum off another man’s leg she couldn’t help but stand up behind him and slide her hands up the insides of his thighs. She savored the cum before swallowing it, but managed, moving around beside the pair of men, to reach one hand through the back of Randy’s legs, and one through from the front of her husband’s. Hugging the two men’s legs from that side, she began to fondle their balls, a pair in each hand, and she felt and heard both of them churn yet another blast or two of sperm, Randy up her husband’s ass and Mickey on her arm. Acting quickly, and with a slight guidance from her hand on its ball sac, she managed to turn her husband’s cock just enough for her to catch the last two blasts of cum from his dick in her mouth. Each time she reflexively squeezed both men’s sacs, she also caused Randy to spew yet another burst or two up her husband’s ass. She managed to smile, even as she sucked the tip of Mick’s cock. This was it. This was what she had asked for, what she had wanted all along, and more. Suddenly she was fondly grateful, even affectionately appreciative of this new man in their lives. He had asked for nothing, had done exactly as they had asked, and even enjoyed it while he did. Althea saw one of Mick’s hands come back from his cheeks and cover one of Randy’s hands on his hip. The touch was obvious, one man thanking another. Randy responded by pulling gently back on Mick’s hips. Althea gently squeezed both their sacs in recognition of their bonding, as well as their performance above and beyond anything she could have imagined. Not a word was said as they remained that way for some time. Outside, as black as the night was to be in Manhattan, with literally millions of people walking home or sleeping in their offices, scrounging for news, candles or even a phone call, the entire world knew nothing of the three in this room who had just lit up an entirely new world together. Stay tuned for Part Two...