4 comments/ 33177 views/ 18 favorites A Little Taste of Texas By: CurtisElmore I watched Danielle's round ass sway across the room as she headed through the crowd toward the bathroom... but the crowd might as well not have been there. I wasn't seeing anything but her soft, round curves as she glided across the room. My wife Sasha and I had just met Danielle at one of those boring business parties I had to go to - the type of affair where it's more important to "be seen" than it is to have a good time. Of course, it was easier to "be seen" with Sasha on my arm. No doubt about it - my wife looked phenomenal. She's sometimes self-conscious of her big beautiful body, but she knows how to dress to impress. Her big breasts and wide hips were on prominent display in the tight low-cut red dress she was wearing. She'd also decided to "spike" her short silver hair with some pink hair gel, giving her just enough "punk rock" to offset the formal dress she was wearing. She knows how to play the corporate game with the best of them... but she never lets people forget she's more than just "Curtis' wife." After making the rounds and "being seen" by the appropriate people, we took our drinks to a bar table (you know, one of those pedestal tables you stand, rather than sit at.) "I cannot wait to get out of these shoes," Sasha grumbled as she looked down and flexed her foot. "They're destroying my back." "I think we can get out of here soon," I replied quietly, scanning the room to be sure I'd made contact with everyone important. "I know the shoes are killing you - but if it makes you feel any better, they're having the desired effect... Your ass and legs look amazing!" "Can't disagree with that," a woman's voice said behind us. We both jumped and turned to look across the table. There, with a Champaign flute and a small plate of hors d'oeuvres, was a dark-haired vision. She had sparkling brown eyes, somewhat heavy brows, and a wide mouth framed by full crimson lips. Some might have called our table companion "heavy" or "overweight," but I found her round curves utterly captivating. Those curves were being hugged perfectly by a wrap-around floral dress, and the dark hair piled on top of her head and trailing down past her ears contrasted wonderfully with her pale skin. I guessed that she was in her late 30's (but I'm the first to admit I'm horrible at guessing ages... I'd thought Sasha was only a few years older than I when we first met, and she turned out to be 15 years older.) "Oh God," Sasha exclaimed (I was glad she could still talk - I was suddenly having trouble remembering how to do that...) "I am so sorry! We were focused on other things and didn't see you standing there. We didn't mean to invade your table." "Ah, no big deal," the woman said with a smile. "I should have posted more guards at the border. My own fault." We all laughed and introduced ourselves. It turned out Danielle didn't work at my company. She'd been invited by a friend of hers who works in the HR department - Sally... something or other. Sally something or other had engaged in a loud fight with her boyfriend and stormed out about twenty minutes after Danielle arrived, leaving her at the party alone. "I thought about leaving," she said as she picked up a stuffed mushroom with her little plastic fork, "but then I thought what the Hell - the drinks are free and the food isn't bad. I might as well get a free meal out of the night." "Well, don't worry," I said dropping my voice. "We won't blow your cover. They decided not to put donuts on the buffet line, so there aren't any cops around to blow your cover to, anyway." She fixed me with a steady look and popped the mushroom into her mouth. "Good one," she said as she chewed, then swallowed. "I'll remember to tell my Captain about it when I get into the precinct tomorrow." I'm sure everyone at the party didn't stop talking and turn to look at me - but it sure felt that way. It was as if the air was sucked out of the room, and I was ground-zero for the explosive decompression. I opened my mouth to apologize and Danielle burst out in a deep, throaty laugh. "Oh my God," she gasped in between guffaws, "the look on your face! Curtis, you looked like a fish trying to breathe after being yanked out of the river!" I turned to look at Sasha. She looked at me, then immediately broke out laughing herself. This set Danielle off again, and the two of them held on to the small table for support as they chortled, snickered, and probably made several other mocking noises in my direction. "Oh God," Danielle said again as she wiped her eyes and caught her breath. "I'm not a cop. For God's sake, look at me - they'd never let me stay on the force if I was this heavy. Besides, where would I hide a gun in this dress?" "Oh, you look pretty inventive," Sasha chimed in as she tried to breathe. "I'm sure you could find someplace to strap one on." A look of horror passed across Sasha's face as she realized what she'd just said. She looked at Danielle, then at me, and this brought on another round of laughter. No, Danielle wasn't a cop. It turned out she was actually an architecture student, pursuing her master's degree at a university in San Antonio Texas. She'd flown in earlier that week to interview for a summer internship at one of the city's more prestigious architecture firms, and was slated to fly out in a couple of days. She was incredibly engaging, and easy to talk to. Before we knew it we were sharing life stories - talking about where we were from, our families, even Sasha and my age difference. We'd just started talking about what it was like for a distinguished (ha!) 60 year old lady to be saddled with a 45 year old husband when Danielle excused herself to go to the bathroom... and we got treated to the view of her round ass swaying across the room. After a second or two I realized I was staring and self-consciously glanced at my wife. The smirk on her face was plenty of evidence that she knew what I was watching. "Yeah," she asked me? Caught. Well, Sasha and I have made a commitment to always be honest with each other - about everything. I felt my face redden a little, and I said, "Yeah." Sasha chuckled to herself, then she leaned in a little and raised her eyebrow. She smiled a secret little smile. "...Yeah?" "Oh," I said. I searched her face for a moment, glanced to ladies room door, and then looked back at my wife. "Uh... yeah!" "Ok, then," she said as she downed the last of her drink. "Let's see what happens." She stepped around behind me, leaned in, and whispered, "as if you would have said no. She's just the type that gets you all hot and bothered." Then she kissed my ear, patted my ass, and headed for the ladies room herself. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath until I let it out. Again my eyes followed a round swaying ass glide towards the ladies room (this time in a tight-fitting red dress) then I took out my phone and called a hotel near the airport. Sasha and I don't do this sort of thing often. We've been married over 20 years, and in that time we've been quite happy together. Our age difference hasn't been much of an issue in our relationship - until recently. As we both got older, our sex drives gradually diverged into different rhythms. I'm still raring to go at a moment's notice, while Sasha's not quite as hungry for sex as she once was. To complicate matters further, after she went through menopause Sasha started having a lot of problems with vaginal dryness - making penetration very uncomfortable for her, no matter how much lubricant we use. This could have been a real problem in our marriage if it weren't for one thing - Sasha and I are best friends. We love each other, and we want each other to be as happy and fulfilled as possible. A while back we had a very frank and open talk about where we stood sexually, and I assured her that I had things "well in hand;" I could take care of my own needs just fine, and when she felt the urge there are plenty of ways to make love that don't involve penetration. That said, Sasha knows that sometimes I miss... well, fucking. Burying the bone. Pounding the punani. Filling the cream donut. As much as I love the creative ways Sasha and I have found to give each other pleasure (and we've found many) there are times when I crave that basic sexual action. So, from time to time, she arranges a trip down to pound town (sorry, I couldn't resist throwing one more in there.) It's just one more reason I love her - she's always thinking about what I need, and she really does take good care of me. At least, she tries... but there's never a guarantee things will work out. Like tonight; there was no certainty Danielle would be willing to catch whatever pitch Sasha was throwing in the ladies room. We'd just met her, after all, and while we both seemed to get a good "vibe" from her... well, there was no way to tell what the rest of the evening would hold until the ladies came out that door. At worst, I figured as I hung up the phone, Sasha and I would have a nice evening together in a decent hotel. I'm sure I could find some way to thank her for making the attempt if things didn't pan out. While I waited I went to the bar and got three more drinks. On the way back I saw Sasha heading back to the small pedestal table - alone. I met her at the table and handed a drink to her. She thanked me and took a thoughtful sip. "So..." I said. "Nice weather we're having, huh?" She laughed and choked a little on her drink. "Thanks, asshole," she muttered in between coughs. "See if I ever do anything for YOU again." "Hey," I said, patting her on the back, "I just wanted to take a little air out of the balloon. I sensed a little... tension." "No, not tension," Sasha responded as she set her drink down. "Danielle was... taken aback. She says this sort of thing doesn't usually happen to her... Well, lets be honest - who does this sort of thing usually happen to?" "Fair point," I said, taking a sip from my own drink. "What did you say to her? I mean, how did you..." "Tell a woman I'd just met that I'd like her to fuck my husband?" Sasha smirked at me. "Awkwardly. It's not like there's a manual for this kind of thing, you know. And when we've done this before... well, it's always been someone we've had a prior relationship with, right? This is... unexplored territory." "So... what did you do?" Sasha took another sip of her drink. "Well, I could tell that Danielle was surprised to see me walk into the bathroom after her. I didn't want to freak her out - more than I was about to, anyway - so I told her she had the right idea and went into a stall. I sat down and asked her what she was going to do after the party. She said she'd probably go back to her friend Sally's (she's staying there while she's in town) but she wasn't looking forward to it. I guess Sally's a bit of a drama queen, and after the fight she'd had with her boyfriend - lets just say Danielle didn't expect to have a pleasant night. Well, I wasn't going to find a better opening than that... so I jumped in with both feet." Sasha took yet another sip - a gulp, really - before continuing. "I flushed the toilet (not that I could relax enough to pee,) opened the door, and told her that if she didn't want to go back to Sally's we had a hotel room and we'd love to spend more time with her and if she wanted she come back and stay the night with us." She took a deep breath, then fixed me with a look and raised her eyebrow. "We do have a hotel room, right?" I nodded. "Yes, honey. That's taken care of." "Right... of course it is," she said. "So, like I said... she was taken aback. She just sort of stared at me, wide-eyed - and before I knew it I was laying it all out: the difference between our libidos, 'my little problem,' the ways we've gotten around it... I'm so lucky no one walked into the bathroom while I was running my mouth!" "Anyway, after a few minutes she held up her hand for me to stop, and leaned against the sink, and said she was flattered. She said that back in Texas she's not usually the girl who gets picked up at the party. She's usually the 'wingman' - the friend who's supposed to get her girlfriends out of bad situations. She asked if it was ok for her to think about it for a while." "Makes sense," I chimed in. "It's a lot to take in." Sasha smiled at me. "You know, those were my exact words to her. So, I thanked her for thinking about it, and apologized in case I'd made her uncomfortable and headed for the door feeling like a complete idiot." "I had just opened the door when she said my name. I closed the door and turned back around. She beckoned me closer, and when I went to her she gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear, 'I'm thinking really hard about it.' Then... she gave me something." "What did she give you?" I asked. Sasha looked down at the table. I followed her eyes to where her left hand had been resting during her story. She opened it, and there lay a pair of lavender colored panties. I quickly picked them up, looking furtively around the room to see if anyone had noticed. "Well," I said, feeling the silky fabric between my fingers, "she's not the only one -" "Thinking HARD," Danielle's voice said behind me? That sultry voice was replaced with a malicious giggle at the way I jumped when I heard her. "That's twice you've snuck up on us," I said, turning to see her standing at the table. "How do you keep doing that?" "I'm stealthy, like a jungle cat," she murmured. She looked down at the drink I'd placed on the table. "Is this for me?" I nodded. "Thanks," she said. Her expression shifted from playful to serious as she picked up the glass and took a sip. "So, if we do this, I have some questions." "Of course," Sasha said. "Fire away." "So, you want me to spend the night with you in a hotel room." We nodded. "What does that mean, exactly? I mean... what are we going to do?" "Whatever you feel like doing," I said. "No pressure, no assumptions. We like you, and we'd like to spend more time with you. That could mean sitting around talking, watching a movie, or... anything else you feel like doing." "Ok," she responded. "That seems open-ended enough. You guys aren't into anything... extreme, are you? Whips, chains... that kind of thing?" Sasha chuckled. "Uh... no. We've done some role-play in the past, but that's about it - we're really pretty boring." Danielle laughed - maybe a little nervously. "Yeah - boring. That's exactly what I'd call this situation!" Sasha and I laughed along with her. "And Sasha - just so I'm clear, you want me to sleep with - to fuck your husband. What will you be doing while we're... I mean, I've never been with a woman..." I couldn't resist. "Not even this one time - in college?" Danielle fixed me with a level gaze, then looked Sasha up-and down. "Well..." she said quietly, "college isn't over yet..." My wife cleared her throat. "Again, sweetie, whatever you're comfortable with. I have been with other women, and I like it. A lot. But you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I would like to watch, though, if that's ok." Danielle looked at her, then she looked at me. She stood quietly for a moment, then downed her drink in one gulp. "Fuck it," she said. "You don't seem like the types to leave me dead in a ditch somewhere... What the hell. I'm game if you are. Lets get out of here!" I glanced at Sasha and smiled. We finished our drinks and went to get the car. As we headed for the parking lot, I asked Danielle, "So, do you need to call Sally and let her know you won't be home?" "Oh..." she replied with a devious smile, "I already did that when I was in the bathroom." When we got to the car Danielle insisted on sitting in the back. As I pulled out of the lot, I heard her voice from behind me ask, "Do you guys do this a lot? Are you, like... swingers?" Sasha and I laughed. "What, the smooth confident way I propositioned you didn't clue you in?" my wife said. Danielle chuckled. "No, we're hardly swingers. We've been to swing clubs a few times - we have a couple here in town. We're not 'in the lifestyle,' though." "Swingers clubs..." Danielle mused from the darkness. "What are those like?" "The ones we've been to are pretty nice," Sasha replied. "They're houses or... well, sort of night clubs, really, with dance floors, bars and other 'perks' like big screens that play porn movies, rooms with windows so people can watch, big beds that can hold lots of people - and private rooms, too, if you don't want to get other people involved." "Did you two use the private rooms," Danielle asked, "or the big beds with lots of people?" "It depended on the night," I said, "and the people. We've been with a couple groups on the big beds, and we've been in the rooms with each other - or with someone else. We didn't play with other people often... most of the time we'd just be surrounded by the sights... and the sounds... and then it wouldn't be long before Sasha and I were all over each other." "I have to admit, it turned me on a little to be watched by other people," Sasha added. "We used the rooms with the windows a lot, and I could tell that people were watching when Curtis would be between my legs eating me... some times he'd fuck me from behind (back when we could do that) and I'd watch the people watching me while he filled me up." "Did the people watching want to join you?" Danielle asked. Her voice sounded a little strained, and she seemed to be breathing a little faster. "Sometimes," I said, glancing at her in the rear-view-mirror. I couldn't see much in the back seat, but occasionally the street lights would illuminate her pale thighs, and her hands moving between them under her dress. "We've always been pretty selective about who we play with, though. It's a cardinal rule at those clubs that you're allowed to say 'no' and people are to respect that. It's another rule, in fact, that the ladies are the ones with the final say-so." "So, you've seen Curtis with other women before Sasha," Danielle said - her breath coming even faster. "What's that like? Don't you get jealous?" "A little, at first... but I love him, and I want him to enjoy himself completely." She looked in the back seat and smiled. "The look he gets on his face when he's deep inside of someone, or filling her mouth with his cock, is priceless... and the sight of his big cock sliding into someone actually turns me on. Then, when I get to join in, there's something... magical about the way we move together. When our hands are exploring someone else's body... when our mouths are all over her - one of us on her tits, the other between her legs..." I heard Danielle's breath catch in the back seat, and a wet squish-squish-squish sound. "One time a friend joined us in one of the rooms, and we licked and kissed her for over an hour - then I ate her pussy and pinched her nipples while Curtis spread her cheeks and tongued her asshole until she came so hard that she almost suffocated me against her crotch." "Oh goddamn," Danielle cried from the shadows as the squish-squish-squish sound reached a fever pace. She took a long, shaky breath. "That sounds so hot," she said. "It was," I replied. "A night I'll always remember. And... we're here." I pulled into the hotel parking lot and put the car in park. Then I turned to Danielle in the back seat. "Why don't you and Sasha stay here while I check in?" "Ok," Danielle said breathlessly. "I could... I could use a minute." I glanced at Sasha and she nodded with a wicked smile. They didn't stay in the car for long. By the time I finished registering (and picking up a little "protection" at the hotel gift shop) both women were standing in the lobby, arm-in-arm. "I wanted to get some place a little more comfortable," Danielle explained. Sasha smiled conspiratorially and said, "Danielle has a present for you." I looked at Danielle, and she held out her hand with a wicked grin on her beautiful face. I took what was inside it - a satiny bra that matched the lavender panties she'd given us not a half-hour before. I felt my pulse quicken. A Little Taste of Texas We took the elevator up to the hotel's third floor and opened the door to the suite I'd reserved. As the door closed, Danielle turned and pushed her soft body against mine. She planted a long, searing kiss on my mouth as my hands roamed across her round, generous curves. After our tongues had danced a tango with each other for a few moments, she leaned back and looked me square in the eyes. "It's been a while... I mean, I haven't been with anyone for..." I smiled, stroking her thick black hair. "It's okay, Danielle," I said. "You set the pace, and you call the shots. We're perfectly fine with whatever you want to do, however you want to do it." "So," she said, running her fingers across my chest, "how do we do this?" "Well," Sasha said from behind her, "maybe we should start by walking into the room?" Danielle and I laughed, and the three of us strolled into the suite from the entryway. It was nothing too fancy - just a business class hotel suite, but Danielle's eyes widened. "Oh my god you two! It's so big!" "I was hoping I'd hear that sometime tonight," I said. "Keep on hoping, honey," Sasha said with a smile on her face. Danielle, meanwhile, grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it at my face. Laughing, and dodging the missile headed towards me, I said, "Seriously, we don't want to put any pressure on you. That's why I rented a suite - if you decide you just want to hang out and nothing else, you don't have to worry about there only being one bed." "And," Sasha added, coming up to my side and wrapping her arms around my waist, "if it weirds you out too much to have me around, I can take one of the bedrooms and leave you and Curtis in the other one. It's all up to you, honey." "Well," Danielle said, turning and taking in the suite's sitting room, "We'll just have to see how the evening plays out." There was a pause, filled with sexual tension, as we looked at our new friend and she looked around the room. "Um, would you like a drink?" I asked. "There's a mini-bar..." Danielle stopped looking at the room, and fixed her attention on the two of us. She was quiet for a moment, then she fiddled with something at the waist of her dress. "Well, I did say I wanted to get comfortable..." she said. Suddenly, the front of her dress unwrapped and hung open in front of her, exposing the treasures that lay underneath. Her cleavage was deep, and the swell of her belly pushed out a little from berneath the floral print. She settled into the couch and spread her arms along the back. She spread her legs too. I could feel Sasha's fingers along the back of my neck. "There she is, Curtis. Go get her," she whispered in my ear. I could feel her breasts against my back, and as I turned to her she gave me a kiss, then a little shove toward the couch. I sat next to Danielle and traced my hands down the opening of her dress, feeling the softness of her skin in the valley between her round breasts. She leaned over and kissed me again deeply, forcing her tongue inside my mouth. Her hands went up to my head and ran down my neck to my shoulders and back. My left hand made its way inside her dress, and I cupped her full, heavy breast. As my thumb started to play with her stiffening nipple, Danielle broke our kiss. "Mmmm..." she mumbled, "that's nice." She leaned back against the couch and her dress opened even wider, allowing us to see more of the softness inside. I took advantage of the situation and put my head down to take her right nipple into my mouth, slowly teasing it with my lips and swirling my tongue around her aureole. My left hand, meanwhile, made its way southward - stroking back and forth across her belly and going lower... and lower... I raised my head to look at her as the fingers of my right hand replaced my mouth on those dark, stiff nipples. Her mouth hung open, but her eyes were focused across the room. I looked over my shoulder, and saw Sasha sitting in a chair across from us. Her legs were open, too, and her hand was between them. She looked at me, and mouthed the words "I love you." I smiled, and mouthed "I love you, too" back at her, then I turned to look at Danielle. "Everything ok?" I asked her. Danielle shut her eyes and let her head fall back as I gently squeezed her nipple. "Shut up, Curtis," she whispered, "and put your mouth back on me." I smiled and did as I was told. I lowered my mouth to her breasts again, and slowly began to lick and kiss each nipple while I traced my fingers across her lovely globes. After a few minutes of that, I kissed and licked my way down the swell of her belly. Her fingers played with my hair as I shifted from the couch to the floor in front of her. Slowly I kissed the insides of her thighs while I used my fingertips on the area above, below and around her pussy... but not going any further. She had a thick patch of hair between her legs, as dark as the hair on top of her head. My teeth pulled gently at those hairs as my fingers went closer, ever closer to where her legs came together. I felt her fingers in my hair pulling me forward, but I kept kissing the insides of her thighs, moving my tongue back and forth in front of her pussy but never quite making contact. "What... what are... you doing down there?" she asked breathlessly. "I want you to -" Before she could finish, I ran my tongue up one of her labia and down the one on the other side. She made of soft groaning sound, and I felt her meaty thighs clamp against the sides of my head, then open again. My fingers stroked the roundness of her belly as my tongue started to slowly, lazily, lick its way towards her center. "Oh god..." she moaned. I licked and tugged at one of her inner lips as my fingers traced back and forth across her hips, and down towards the cheeks of her ass. A soft buzzing sound filled the room. As I moved my tongue up and down her slit, I heard Danielle ask, "Wh...where did that come from?" Sasha's voice came from behind me. "From my purse," I heard my wife say with that mischievous tone I love. "Curtis gives me a new one every year, even though I ask him not to... including little ones like this I can carry around with me -" Sasha's breath caught for a moment - "for whenever the mood strikes." "That man of yours thinks of every-THING!!" Danielle cried out as my lips encircled her clit. Her cries became louder and louder as I began to suck her clitoris while my fingers ticked the entrance to her pussy. "Oh god! Oh god! Don't you stop!" I let my fingers slide along the bottom of her ass cheeks, then they came back up to tickle the outside of her vaginal opening while my lips and tongue increased their pressure on her clit. At last, I dipped a finger ever so slightly inside her - and Danielle exploded against my face, clamping her thighs against my head and drenching me in her juices. After she came down from her orgasm, Danielle collapsed into the couch. I sat back on my haunches and turned to look at my wife, whose half-closed eyes were fixed on the two of us. She was working a little pink vibrator up and down her own pussy. I crawled to her and caressed her large breasts through her dress, then I stood and kissed her while she continued to buzz her clit. "I can taste her on your face," Sasha whispered to me in between kisses. "Can I borrow that" we heard Danielle say from across the room. I turned to look at her as she rose from the couch and crossed to us, shedding her dress as she walked. Her round hips and heavy breasts were on full display as she reached out and stroked Sasha's face under her short, spiked, pink-and-silver hair. She stared at my wife's face as I reached underneath the bodice of Sasha's dress to lightly tug and pinch her nipples. Danielle looked into Sasha's eyes, then down to her lips, then back up to her eyes... then she planted a gentle, searching kiss on my wife's open mouth. Sasha's eyes glittered as Danielle lifted her head, then leaned down again to give her a deeper kiss. I watched Danielle's hand travel from my beautiful wife's face, down her neck, across her breasts, lower onto the rise of her belly... and then it was between Sasha's legs, where it took hold of the small vibrator that was still buzzing there. Sasha let go and reached up to caress Danielle's breasts while the two women continued to explore each other's lips. Danielle gave Sasha one last kiss, then leaned over to me to kiss me as well. When our lips parted, she whispered, "I want to see what's inside those pants." I stepped back and she went back to kissing my lovely sexy wife as I unbuttoned my shirt, then opened my pants. My cock, which had been straining against my pants for the past hour, thanked me for freeing it from its confinement. I watched Sasha's hand take Danielle's and guide the vibrator to her most sensitive spots, while the dark haired woman glanced over to me. "Well," she said with a little surprise in her voice, "you don't have to 'hope' any more Curtis... that's a pretty big dick! Don't stop there... get out of everything and come over here." I hurried to comply as the two women giggled at me. Once I'd removed every stitch of my clothing Danielle growled, "Now get over here and put that big dick in your wife's mouth." Sasha opened her mouth as I stepped forward. I rubbed the head of my cock along her red lips, then slowly slid the head inside. I felt her tongue on the underside of my cock as she gently sucked me deeper into her mouth - then I felt a set of fingers caressing my scrotum. I glanced down at Danielle and smiled. "Got your hands full, I see," I said. She chuckled, then leaned down and ran her tongue over my balls. I groaned as I felt her warm breath against me and pushed my cock deeper still into Sasha's mouth. I slowly worked my dick in and out of my gorgeous wife's mouth as Danielle bathed my scrotum with her tongue, then I pulled my cock out and rubbed the head against Sasha's face. Sasha opened her mouth wider and twisted her head, running her lips along the side of my shaft. Danielle shifted as well, placing her lips on the other side. I felt the two women's tongues play with each other, and my cock, as I moved back and forth between their lips. Sasha's breathing was getting more and more rapid, and before I knew it she was jerking beneath me as her orgasm swept through her. That was enough to push me to the edge. "Oh god," I groaned, feeling the pressure building inside me. "Oh, you two... I'm going to cum!" Danielle took my cock in her hand and brought it away from Sasha's gasping lips, putting the head fully inside her mouth. Her hand slid upwards as her mouth slid downward - then hand and mouth reversed directions. Faster and faster Danielle pumped my cock into her sucking and slurping mouth until I couldn't hold out any longer. I erupted between Danielle's lovely lips, and felt her swallow everything I had to offer. After gently stroking my cock a few more times she released me, and I collapsed to the floor. "Sorry," Danielle said to Sasha as she licked her lips. "I got greedy and didn't share any of that with you." "Oh, don't worry honey," my wife said, getting her breath back. "I've had plenty over the past 20 years or so. It's all yours." Danielle got onto her knees beside me and put her hand on my still hard cock. "There are two bedrooms in this place," she murmured. "We don't want them to go to waste, do we?" "It would be a shame," I replied. I sat up and kissed her, tasting the remnants of my cum on her tongue. Then I looked towards Sasha, whose eyes were half-closed as she enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm. "Honey?" "You two go ahead," she said sleepily. "I'll be there in a minute... after I start feeling my toes again." I stood up, and then leaned over to kiss my sweet sexy wife. "Thank you," I whispered. "Enjoy," she mumbled as she put her hand against my face and smiled. I rummaged through my clothes on the floor until I found the condoms I'd purchased downstairs, then took Danielle's hand and led her to one of the bedrooms. Once inside the room she fell back on the bed and ran her hands along her soft, round body - up over her full breasts, down her wide hips, and into the cleft between her open thighs. "I seem to remember," she said playfully, "Sasha saying that you've been missing the feeling of a wet pussy around your dick. Well, this pussy is plenty wet... all that's missing is the dick!" "Let's see if we can't remedy that," I said, opening the lubricated condom and sliding it down on my hard cock. I got on my knees between her legs and rubbed its tip along her slick labia with one hand while I ran the other around the swell of her breast and up to her face. We locked eyes as my thumb rubbed along her lips and across her chin. "Put it in me," Danielle whispered. "I want to feel you inside me." I leaned over to kiss her gently on the lips, then slowly worked the head of my cock inside her pussy. "Ungh..." she moaned as she felt the first inch of me sliding into her. I gently pulled back, then slid a little more in. Her hands reached around to my waist as I pulled back again, and they pulled me deeper inside her before I could go too far. At last I was all the way in and her legs came up around me, locking her ankles behind me. "God I've missed this," she hissed. "My thoughts exactly," I said, planting little kisses on her face. "You feel incredible, Danielle. Thank you for joining us tonight." My hands ran along the sides of her soft round body as I made little thrusts inside her. "My... pleasure..." she grunted as she opened her legs wide, allowing me to pull back and thrust deeper. I put my hands on Danielle's heavy breasts and began to circle my hips as my cock pushed deeper and deeper. "Enjoying that, Danielle?" Sasha said as she came into the room. She'd shed her dress and was standing in all her naked glory, wide hips and heavy breasts moving in an enticing way with every step. Danielle looked up at my wife with wide eyes and nodded. Sasha laid on the bed next to us and traced her hands along Danielle's body, toying with her neck and clavicle, then reaching down to where our bodies were joined and moving her fingers through her pubes to her clit. "Ooooh God..." Danielle began to moan. "Are you going to rub my clit while he fucks me? Oooooh God!" Between Sasha's ministrations and mine, it wasn't long before she was arching her back and crying out in a prolonged, guttural wail. My hand found its way to the small of her back while she arched up into me, and I leaned over to kiss my sensual, gorgeous wife as Danielle's orgasm subsided. "He's... he's still... going," Danielle panted as I continued to pump my cock into her dark-haired pussy. "Yeah," Sasha chuckled, tracing her hands around and between Danielle's big breasts, "it takes him a long time to cum the second time." She leaned over to kiss Danielle's forehead, then her cheeks, then her ear before whispering, "sometimes he wears out before the second orgasm - but not too often." I punctuated Sasha's warning with a couple of deep strokes, and saw Danielle's eyes roll back in her head. Sasha continued to lightly kiss our new playmate's face as I lifted Danielle's legs up to my shoulders and leaned into her. After a few minutes of this another orgasm ripped through Danielle's body. "Would it be ok," she asked as she gasped for breath, "if you two did that thing you told me about earlier? The thing you did to your friend at the swinger's club?" "What was that?" I asked as I withdrew my dick and slowly rubbed it up and down the trench between her labia. "Sasha said -" Danielle paused to moan as I pushed my dick halfway into her and stroked her g-spot with its head, then pulled it out again. "Sasha said she ate her pussy... while you ate her... her... ass." This passionate firebrand had suddenly become very demure, and almost shy. I ran my fingers around her big ass cheeks and up between the cleft. She shivered in delight. "Do you want me to put my tongue in your ass, Danielle?" I asked her. She nodded, then looked at Sasha. "Would you... would you put your tongue in my pussy while he's doing that?" she whispered. A wide grin spread across my wife's face and she leaned in to kiss Danielle deeply. As Sasha ran her hands over Danielle's lovely soft, round body, I ran mine up from her ass to her shoulders. Gently I put my fingertips underneath those soft shoulders and lifted; Danielle understood the signal I was giving her and sat up without breaking the kiss she and Sasha were sharing. I traced the tips of my fingers down her back as the two women's tongues dueled in and out of each other's mouths, then I got behind Danielle and started to kiss her neck and ears. I slowly kissed my way down her back as I heard Sasha kissing her way down Danielle's front. My wife and my fingers touched and tangled periodically as we moved them across every inch of our new friend's body while our mouths went steadily lower. Eventually Danielle lay on her side and lifted her leg as Sasha and I reached our destination. We kept moving our fingers across her skin as our tongues began to taste her most intimate holes. I worked my tongue up her anal cleft from between her legs, lazily circling her puckered brown asshole while I heard Sasha's tongue slurping and licking between her labia. Danielle's breathing was becoming more and more ragged as I spread her cheeks open further and let my fingers toy with the edge of her anus while my tongue darted in and out of its opening. "Oh god... oh shit you guys," she cried. "Oh fuck... I'm yours - do whatever you want to me - oh god... put your fingers in me, both of you!" I raised my head slightly and looked at my wife, who was looking back at me and smiling a devious smile. I held out my index finger to her and she sucked it deeply into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it - then she leaned back to tongue Danielle's clit while she eased her middle finger into her pussy. I slowly swirled my index finger around Danielle's asshole. As I neared the center I felt her ass clench, sucking my finger in a little - then it relaxed as I heard Sasha lapping at Danielle's pussy. Her ass clenched again, then relaxed... then it clenched again and relaxed. Before I knew it my finger was in all the way. "More," she gasped. "Put more fingers in - I want to feel you stuffing my holes!" Sasha and I were more than happy to oblige. After a few minutes my sexy wife was plunging four fingers into Danielle's pussy while I had three in her ass. I looked at our hands stuffed inside this hot brunette's holes, then looked at the lust in Sasha's eyes as she stared at me. Our heads moved between Danielle's open legs and we began to kiss while our fingers moved in and out of our new friend. "Oh god," Danielle grunted as our fingers moved inside her. "Oh... oh fuck... Curtis, I need your cock back there. Put it in my pussy so it gets lubed up, then slip it in my ass!" My wife stopped kissing me and whispered, "You know you shouldn't keep a lady waiting Curtis... now do as you're told." Then she leaned over and gave me one more deep kiss before removing her hand from Danielle's crotch. I crawled closer to her and began to lick and suck on Sasha's nipples while her hand guided my cock into Danielle's pussy. "Ungh... oh god..." Danielle mumbled, lost in the feeling of my cock in her pussy again. "Ok, that's enough - just get it wet enough to put in my ass, Curtis. You do that much more and... oh... and I'm going to cum again - but I want to feel you in my ass first!" I repositioned myself behind Danielle and began to kiss the back of her neck as I circled the head of my cock around her asshole. Once again I felt it clenching and relaxing, drawing my dick inside her. I resisted the urge to push as I let my dick slip in with each clench, and allowed her ass to relax around its presence. A Little Taste of Texas "Yesssssssssss," Danielle hissed as she felt me enter her ass. "Sasha, would you put your fingers back in me while he's getting in there? That felt sooooooo nice..." I toyed with Danielle's nipples as I watched my wife lay next to Danielle and play with her hairy pussy. My cock felt like it was getting harder with each contraction of Danielle's ass - by the time I was all the way in I felt like there was an iron bar between my legs. I could feel my wife's fingers toying with Danielle's G-spot as I began to move - ever slow slightly - in and out of her ass. "Oh my god fuck me oh my god fuck me oh my god fuck me," Danielle kept repeating in high pitched whine as Sasha and I found our rhythm, pushing in and out of her together and at alternating moments. Danielle reached for my wife and hugged her close, crushing their big pillowy breasts together as she clamped her mouth onto Sasha's and came and came and came. This was too much for me, and I felt myself explode inside Danielle's ass, filling the condom I was wearing with a torrent of seed. After what seemed like hours we uncoupled (or maybe un... tripled?), found some towels and washcloths in the bathroom and cleaned up. Then we curled up together in the bed we'd just "broken in" and stroked and kissed each other until we drifted off to sleep. As the morning light peeked through the curtains I woke up to find my sweet, sexy wife in my arms. I kissed her lightly on the forehead, then turned my head - to find Danielle gone. A note, on hotel stationary, lay on the pillow she'd been using the previous night when we went to sleep. "Dear Sasha and Curtis," it read, "thank you for an amazing evening. I wasn't sure about moving away from Texas, but all of a sudden I've got a really good reason to want that internship I interviewed for! Let's hope I get to come back this summer... I can't wait to explore some of the new places you took me to last night!" Her phone number and email address were at the bottom of the note. I sighed and hugged my wife closer - I was looking forward to an exciting summer myself!