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All in... Ch. 02

By: jaismith



"So, any big plans for this week while I'm at my conference?"

"Such as......?" I replied over my shoulder as I was dressing for work that Monday morning as he packed for his business trip.

"Such as having another 'go' with he-of-the-large-cock, Bob.....certainly appeared to have pleased you the other night," Jack said with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Well, yeah, he did but you were part of that, too, you know," I answered, feeling a bit 'squirmy' at his mention of just how much I did enjoy Bob's firehose of a dick.

"A little part, maybe, but honestly? watching you and him fucking like rabbits was my treat that night," he replied, still smiling.

"Yeah, that was sorta' hot watching you watch me," I admitted, feeling a little 'tingle' in my crotch at the memory, adding, "even hotter, though, was you going down on me after he had shot his load inside of me."

"It was an impulse that I acted upon...glad you liked it; I did, I'd do it again, just so that you know," he replied.

"Anytime, honey, anytime," my smile broad across my face, "but, to answer your question about my plans this week, I don't really have any."

"Well, Bob's wife, Mindy, was eyeing you lustfully and I just thought........" letting his voice trail off into silence.

Damn! I wondered in that moment, did he have a fucking listening device in the bathroom of the club when Mindy had suggested a get-together with she and Bob? Of course he didn't but, still, it did catch me off-guard.

"She is sorta' cute," was my only comment on the subject, quickly deciding that he didn't 'need' to know about Mindy's invite to me to party with her and Bob. Besides, I hadn't really made up my mind about that.....well, not yet, anyway. But, her invite did pique my curiosity, well, that and her kiss of me in the bathroom the other night.

"Hey sugar, can you talk freely?" (read, is your husband around?)

"Oh yeah," I panted in answer, "Jack's off at the home office for a week of meetings." I damned near tripped and fell running to grab the ringing phone when I had arrived home from work that Monday evening.

"Must be Karma........So, any plans for tomorrow evening?" Mindy continued.

"Nope," was my simple, short, reply.

"How does the thought of having dinner with us sound? Bob grills a mean steak and the hottub can pamper you and I while we let him wait on us. What'd ya' think, sweetie, sound good?"

"Doesn't sound bad, I must say....."

"Good. See you at seven," She interrupted to say, giving me their home address afterwards.

Hmmmmph, I thought, didn't take her long to call. Well, I thought further, guess I have made up my mind about getting together with those two, chuckling to myself.

Truthfully, though we had only 'swung' twice since deciding to give it a go, my mind-set, sexually, appears to be moving on a fast-track as well. The thing is, I didn't give it a second thought about the probability that I'd wind up fucking Bob and Mindy tomorrow night. The fact that Jack wouldn't be there with me didn't bother me at all, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew that I wouldn't or couldn't keep it from Jack.

Picking up the phone, I called Jack at his hotel, and after some inane chit-chat, told him of Mindy's invite.

"Wish I could be there to see it," Jack responded, "but, since I can't, I'll leave it to you to tell me all about it after I get home, blow by blow, so to speak," chuckling after he said it.

"Cute," I replied to his pun, "but, don't worry, I'll be sure to fill your ears with all the delicious details of the fuck-fest, should it come to that, sweetie."

Never thought of myself as a slut but.......

"Damn! Don't you look good enough to eat," Mindy said as she and I embraced in the doorway of their home.

I wore a simple blouse and a pair of ass-hugging capris. The blouse material was thin enough to give just a 'hint' of my braless breasts and the capris showed off my toned ass to great advantage. 

"Hey, Shari, glad you could join us," exchanging a quick cheek-kiss with me, " Mindy, why don't you do your thing and fix us some Maggies? (Margaritas) while I season up the meat."

Bob was in shorts and a tee, a good look for him I thought in the moment. His tee showed off his physique and the shorts didn't hide his package, and I found myself flashing back to the size of his dick which, of course, sent little jolts of electricity to my crotch.

"Call us when the steaks are done, baby," Mindy said to Bob as she handed him his Maggie, "we'll be vegging in the hottub, okay?"

"Should be about another hour before the coals are ready, okay girls?" Bob replied as Mindy took me by my hand to follow her out to the far side of their huge deck at the rear of the house. The hottub had its own enclosure, a gazebo-style affair with windows and screens that could be opened for outside air.

"What's that?" Mindy asked with a nod to a beach-type tote on my shoulder.

"A towel and my swim suit," I innocently answered which brought about a guffaw from Mindy.

"Oh no, sweetness, naked is how we hottub in this house and I've got a couple of wraps for us to use when dinner is ready......now, get out of your clothes and let momma get all hot and bothered," Mindy said as she quickly started dropping her clothes onto the deck of the room.

"Ooooh, nice," Mindy said as she took in my nakedness with lustful eyes.

At thirty-two, I worked hard to maintain my hundred and ten pounds that worked well with my five-five height. I ran and did stair-steps to help keep me toned, and my 34Cs had yet to start sagging. Yeah, I looked good and that she appreciated it sorta' got me excited.

"You're not so bad yourself," I remarked as she slipped out of her thong. Mindy was about my weight but taller by three or four inches. Her boobs were perky and firm and, I judged, probably a cup-size smaller.

"C'mon sugar, let's get wet," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me into the bubbling warm water of the hottub.

Damn but did it ever feel good....so good, I thought, that I should talk with Jack about adding one to our deck. Leaning our heads on the side of the tub, we let our bodies float, letting the hottub carry us off to blissfulness.

"Bob really enjoyed it the other night with you," she said after a bit, "especially your oral talents. It's not often that women are able to handle his piece of meat with their mouths."

"Certainly was a challenge but glad he enjoyed it, I know I did," I answered with my eyes still closed.

That was when she kissed me, her tongue slipping between my lips and into my mouth, one of her hands gently cupping and kneading my breast. Funny thing is, it felt perfectly natural as did my response of opening my mouth wider for her to explore with her tongue.

"After dinner, I thought we could share a doobie and have a little girl-time while Bob cleans up after our meal, before he joins us, okay?" Mindy said softly between little nipping kisses to my lips and nipples.

"You should know that I've never been with a girl, sexually," I said between soft pecks to her lips.

"All the better, baby, I like breaking in newbies," she chuckled, biting gently on my nipples floating just out of the water, one of her hands lightly stroking up and down my landing-strip of pubic hair.

"Ooooh, that feels good," I cooed as she trailed her finger down my strip and over my 'little man', circling and rubbing it to erection.

"That's the plan, baby," Mindy cooed back, her thumb and forefinger, now, gripping and twirling my nub with increasing pressure, "Just relax and let momma play a bit, sweetie."

It wasn't hard to do, I must say.

"So, you've never played with another girl? Ever?" Mindy asked between pinches to my clit and suckles of my hard nipples.

"Ummm, no......I had a friend in high school that hinted at some girl-girl stuff but I was too chicken to try it," I answered with labored breathing......I was getting seriously turned on by Ms. Mindy, the climax machine revving up from her play with me.

"Too bad for her," Mindy whispered, slipping a finger into my slit at the same time her tongue slipped into my mouth which opened wide in acceptance.

"Five minutes until chow, ladies," Bob's voice cried from outside of the hottub gazebo.

Damn! I thought, soooo close.......

"Good," Mindy breathed as she licked my ear with her tongue, "a little bit of steak before a whole lot of pussy sounds just perfect, don't you think?"

"Whatever you think, works for me," I babbled.

Bitch had me so horny that I was ready for whatever she wanted us to do.

Mindy was right. Bob does grill up a mean steak, along with the trimmings and fixings. Not a fan of fucking on a full stomach-and I was convinced by then that I would be fucking someone or someones that night-I ate just enough to take the edge off of my hunger.

Mindy also left some steak on her plate, I was relieved to see but, not wanting Bob to think it wasn't good, I said to him, "As good as the steak is, Bob, that's just waaaaay too much meat."

"Yeah, he gets that a lot....." Mindy quipped which, after a heartbeat, caused all three of us to laugh at the unintended pun referring to his dick size.

Mindy excused herself for a moment and disappeared down the hallway. I began picking up dishes and stuff to help Bob with the cleanup of our dinner. Returning, Mindy was twirling the ends of a freshly-rolled joint. After she fired it up, the three of us stood in the kitchen passing it between us. 

I hadn't smoked in quite a while, it not being a regular 'thing' for me or Jack but both enjoying it whenever we did smoke. Truthfully, the mellow buzz put my nervousness of my first threesome without my husband at bay, relaxing me in a good way.

"Bob, if it's okay with you, we'll leave the cleanup to you if you don't mind," Mindy said with a hint of sexy in her voice, "I'm going to finish the doobie with Shari and.....well, you know where we'll be when you ready to find us," winking at him while saying it.

"Am I invited to join in or am I just watching tonight?" He replied with an arched eyebrow of question.

"Whatd'ya think sweetie, think we ought to let Bob join us? Are you ready for some more of that thick cock?" Mindy asked me with an arm around my waist,hugging me to her body.

"Certainly wouldn't refuse it," my voice and shit-eating grin revealing that I had already entered the ozone.

"In time, sweetie, but while we wait on him, I have some plans for you," Mindy remarked as she led me by the hand down the hallway.

Their master bedroom was large, well-appointed, and lit only by some well-placed candles, producing a soft glow about the room. Their California-King bed was without it's duvet, soft cotton sheets covering the bed.

We stood next to each other, by the bed, and finished the doobie. Turning to me after she put out the roach, Mindy took me into her arms, both of us moving to kiss the other.

I kissed. She gnawed, lightly, wetly, little bites to my lips and tongue, her hands quietly exploring my body as she did so.

I returned the attention to her with no reservation or hesitation. That I so easily indulged this girl-girl sex play did cause me a nano-second of wondering if I had some genes of bisexuality within me that I wasn't aware of. Quickly deciding that I liked it no matter the reason, I went with it.

Slipping our wraps from out bodies as we kissed and fondled each other, the two of us moved onto the bed, our kiss increasing in lustfulness as we did so. Laying on top of me, Mindy slipped her tongue further into my mouth while starting a slow grind of her pussy against mine.

Opening my legs as I would for a man to mount me, I wrapped them around her hips and ass, pulling her grinding snatch against my responding hips and pussy.

"Ooooh yeah, that does feel good, doesnt it, baby," Mindy cooed as her tongue explored my ears and neck, leaving trails of wetness as it did so.

"Uh-huh......yes...it does...." I said with labored breath. Lifting her boobs to my mouth, I instinctively reached for them with open mouth and tongue to suckle, small bites of her large nipples sending heat to my already hot pussy.

"Oooh sweetie, if this is your first time, you're a natural at this," she cooed, Mindy's breathing as labored as mine.

Good to know she was as turned on as I was.

Holding my hands above my head with her own hands, she started a slow, teasing path down my boobs and body with her mouth and tongue, towards my wet pussy.

"Awwww........oooooooooooh.....ooooh, sweet fucking Jesus....." I moaned when she sucked my clit into her mouth, the tip of her tongue playing on its hardness, shockwaves of arousal filling my body.

"OH.......MY.......GOD!!!" I screamed when an orgasm of a ten magnitude suddenly, without a second's warning, gripped and racked my entire being, my body literally quaking with pleasure as the waves rolled over me repeatedly.

Kissing her way slowly back up my body, I pulled her mouth to mine hungrily as her head neared mine, laying on the large, fluffy pillows. The taste of my own juices on her lips and tongue sent me into a frenzy of tongue-sucking and lip-biting, the salty/tangy taste driving my desires.

Rolling over onto her back quickly, taking me along with her, I was suddenly on top of her, her legs, now, wrapped around my grinding hips, our pussies-both wet, now-kissing each other, as it were.

She sucked on my full boobs, biting and chewing on my nipples as I happily moved against her pussy with mine. I quickly decided that women suck titties much better than men.

Going with the desires and lust that now had control of me, I, as she had done to me, began kissing and licking a path down her body to my target, her pussy.

And when I got there?

As if I had done this a million times before, I wrapped my mouth around her snatch, my fingers peeling back the folds of her pussy, exposing a clit slightly larger than mine. Sucking it into my mouth as if it were a baby-cock, she moaned her pleasure loudly.

I loved eating pussy I quickly decided....who knew?

I'm not sure how many times she climaxed but I remember that it thrilled me that I was able to get her off this way. Continuing my oral exploration of her womanhood, I felt the bed sink behind me, quickly followed by the touch of Bob's hands to my hips, raising me until I was into a three-point stance, separating my legs as he did so. 

With my face buried in his wife's pussy, Bob placed the enormous head of his rock-hard dick against my slit, slowly inserting it, my pussy stretching as he entered me.

Back and forth, teasingly, each forward thrust moving his cock further into me until I felt I would burst.

But in a good way.

Moving quicker now, Bob began giving me a world-class, pussy-stretching, cum-drenched fucking that lasted forever it seemed. When the climaxes exploded, it exploded for all three of us withing seconds of each other.

When I felt the first spasms of cum slam into my well-fucked pussy, I began climaxing as well. My sudden thrust of tongue into Mindy's well-eaten cunt caused her to explode within a heartbeat. Bob collapsed on top of us, his weight lessened by his elbows on the bed. Slowly pulling his cock from my very satisfied snatch, I rolled under him onto my back. 

Gripping his semi-hard cock with my hand, the slime of his cum and mine slathered on his member, I led him to my mouth while he stayed on his knees near my head. Taking him slowly into my mouth and throat, I could get about seven of his nine, thick inches down my throat. 

It was enough.

Sucking and licking on his pole, I felt Mindy move between my legs to suck and lick his cum from my drenched pussy.

Works for me!

We rested. We finished the roach. Bob recovered quickly, fucking his wife as she ate me to repeated climaxes. I returned the favor and eagerly ate his cum from her after he got off.....

I drove home around midnight, as well-fucked as I had ever been. Laying on the seat, next to my purse was a dvd of my night of fucking with Bob and Mindy.

Of course I didn't know I'd be videoed.

At first I was angry, stammering when Mindy returned to the bedroom after excusing herself to check on something, 'down the hall'. Handing me the dvd, she said, "We video all of our encounters, Shari; we don't sell them, we don't share them with anybody else but our sex partners, we use them for our own voyeuristic fetish."

"You have to trust us that we won't 'put it out there'," Bob said softly, "We never tell anybody that we do it the first time we're with them. Its much more spontaneous then."

As I said, at first I was angry, but that changed the more I thought about it. 

Jack could share my sex-filled evening with Bob and Mindy by watching the dvd. I knew he'd want to watch it, not sure how I knew, but I just did.

I watched it after I got home and masturbated myself to a very satisfying, sleep-inducing orgasm.

Yeah......Jack will definitely want to see this!

All in... Ch. 03



It turned out that I was 'spot-on' with the thought that Jack would, indeed, like watching the dvd of me fucking Bob and Mindy.

After he had returned late Thursday evening, I waited until Friday afternoon to tell him of my evening with Bob and Mindy, handing him the dvd to watch while I fixed us some drinks.

When I returned with our rum and cokes, I found him staring at the flat-screen in our bedroom, his cock in his hand slowly being stroked, his eyes almost glazed over.

Joining him in our bed, I took his cock in my hand and lowered my mouth to suck him while he watched me getting my brains fucked out by my two playmates. After two sessions with Bob-of-the-firehose-cock, Jack's smaller dick was a walk in the park for me to deep-throat. What did catch me by surprise, though, was that after Jack orgasmed in my mouth, he quickly kissed me and eagerly licked and sucked his own jism from me before I could swallow most of it.

Interesting......something to think about, I remember thinking to myself at the time. For reasons unknown to me, I found it 'hot' that he wanted to do so.

"Hey Sugar, got a minute?" Mindy said when I answered the phone on the Saturday morning after my threesome with them.

"Always have time for you," I flirtingly replied, just the sound of her voice turning on my horny engine.

"Well, aren't you just sweet," She cooed in return, "Well, I hope you still feel that way after I break our date for tonight."

I had tentatively agreed that Jack and I would meet up with them at the club on Saturday night. I brought it up with Jack on Friday, after he had watched the dvd and I had given him a world-class blowjob.

He agreed in a New York minute.

"Some friends from a few years ago are traveling through in their RV today and....well, you know, we haven't seen them in a while....." Mindy said.

"Don't worry about it," I assured her, interrupting her to do so, "there'll be other times. Of course I understand."

But, truthfully, I was more than a tad disappointed.

"So, do you still want to go to the club, just you and me?" was Jack's response when I told him of Mindy's news.

"I wouldn't mind," I nonchalantly replied but thrilled, inside, that he still wanted to go. As I said earlier, my own mind-set on this whole swinging thing was firmly on-board with the whole scene.

"Figure out something sexy to wear," he said to me as he was walking out of the door, "shouldn't be hard to do.......going to my golf match at the country club, see you this afternoon," kissing me before he left.

Something sexy, huh? That might require a shopping trip, I reasoned, any ol' reason for a shopping trip, chuckling to myself as I headed to the shower, my mind already thinking of possible outfits....

"Does this work?" I asked when I joined him in our den after shooing him from the bedroom so that I could dress and surprise him.

I found an ensemble that included a mid-thigh skirt of thin material that really liked my ass and thighs. The blouse was designed to begin buttoning about mid-driff, the folds of the blouse providing a large vee to display cleavage. You had to have cleavage to wear this baby and, thankfully, I did. Some mid-sized hoop earrings, a colorful, but not gaudy, necklace and I was ready for the club.

"Wow" was his one-word comment. That and the rising bulge in his dress slacks.

"Good," I replied, "I'm glad you approve," really, truly glad that he did.....

"Theme night? What the hell is theme night?" I asked Jack when we saw the placard at the door, next to the keypad that one used to enter.

"It varies," said the voice behind us, "some nights its costumes, some nights are 'bi' nights, other nights might have select singles as a part of the mix."

"And tonight?" I asked turning to the couple, older, but not unattractive, that answered my query.

"Select Singles. Men and women," the female half said in answer.

"Good to know, thank you," turning away as Jack held the door open for me.

"A little old for my taste," Jack said as we wended our way to the bar, nodding his head towards the entry door.

"Me too, I think, but you must admit that they were attractive" I agreed, then giving our drink order to the bartender.

"So, what is your taste tonight?" I asked of Jack, turning to face him on our barstools.

"Whatever gives you pleasure, baby....you want a girl, that's fine....you want a stud or two, that's okay as well," Jack answered after the bartender delivered our 151s and coke.

"A stud or two, huh? You mean besides you?" I joked in response. But, I was ahead of him and thought of that scenario when the couple told us it was singles night.

"That's exactly what I mean, babe....you see a couple of hot guys that turn your crank, I'll gladly watch you entertain them and clean you up afterwards," tipping his glass against mine in an unspoken toast to whatever.

We sipped our drinks, not guzzled. Bacardi 151 is seventy-five percent alcohol and will provide a quick trip to buzzville; slam'em down and it'll kick your ass in a heartbeat.

"Buy you folks a drink?" asked the wife of the older couple we had talked with at the entry to the club. Jack and I exchanged quick glances of 'oh shit, now what?' but, not being rude or unfriendly by nature, we both agreed that we'd love to share a drink with her.

"Lose your hubby?" I asked out of politeness when we made room for her to join us at the bar, seating her between Jack and myself.

"Temporarily," Marge, it turned out was her name, answered, "he's playing with a couple of younger gals that have 'daddy' fantasies," chuckling while saying it.

"Most people think us older than we are because of the salt and pepper thing going on with our hair," Marge continued, "but, in truth, Jim's fifty-one and I'm forty-eight; older than most who come here, but with a lot still left in the tank, so to speak."

Never judge a book by its cover, dear hearts.

The more we talked with Marge, the less her age was a factor of anything. She was witty, ribald, and extremely flirtatious which I started finding attractive for some strange reason. She was also 'handsy', finding any reason to touch Jack and I on our arms or leg as we chatted. Brief, not lingering touches, but just enough to let you know she was interested.

Jack excused himself to go to the restroom and as he walked away, Marge's eyes followed him, admiringly so. Turning towards me when he turned the corner, she placed her hand on my thigh, just above the knee, gently rubbing her fingtips across my skin.

I'd be lying if I said that it didn't feel good.

"Any chance that you two might entertain the thought of a romp with this 'old' lady?" Marge asked, staring into my eyes with an intensity I'd rarely experienced before, an intensity that flipped my 'on switch' suddenly.

"Sounds like fun," I heard myself say which brought about a gentle smile to Marge's lips and a gentle squeeze to my thigh.

"It's been a while since I've partied with another couple without Jim but I think this will be a lot of fun for all of us," Marge remarked, leaning towards me for a small kiss to my lips. Still staring into her eyes I then leaned in towards her and returned the kiss, mouth more opened, our tongues quickly touching.

Jack had returned from the restroom and, without interrupting us, took his seat. Still holding our kiss, Marge reached behind her and boldly grabbed Jack's package through his slacks, her skilled fingers beginning a slow stroke of his hardening cock.

Breaking my kiss with Marge but not my eye contact, I said to Jack, "We need to find us a room."

We did.

"Door open or closed, ladies?" Jack asked as he stood aside for Marge and I to enter first.

"Open" Marge and I said at the same time, looking at each other with startled eyes before the three of us started laughing.

"Open it is, m'dears," Jack confirmed, walking towards Marge and I.

Taking me into her arms, Marge pulled me tightly against her body, our mouths wide as we attacked the other with our tongue. Her body was a 'tad' softer than mine but sensually so, her breasts larger, perhaps a cup size larger.

"Take off your clothes, Jack," Marge said firmly, "find a corner of the playroom to watch us as I make love to your wife," her skilled fingers already snaking my skirt down my wiggling hips, my attempt to help her get me naked.

"And Jack?" Marge said further, "When you kneel behind me to fuck me? I want you to fuck me in the ass, can you do that for me, Jack?"

Simply nodding slowly, Jack's hand was already slowly pulling at his dick. Bending her head to his lap quickly, she swallowed him, her mouth gnawing at his pubic bone as she deep-throated him, working him with her throat muscles and tongue.

"Cum for me, Jack, cum down my throat, Jack," Marge said when she lifted her mouth from his now, rock-hard dick, "I want you to cum, Jack so that I can have an extra-long time to play with your wife while you recover. Then, Jack, that's when you'll fuck my ass," dropping her mouth once more to his cock.

He came......maybe a gallon, Marge would joke later that evening when telling her husband of our play over drinks in the lounge.

While she sucked Jack's cock, I was leaning against some large, fluffy pillows, two fingers furiously fucking my cunt, my eyes loving the scene of Jack being sucked by Marge.

After Marge finished swallowing and licking Jack clean, she quickly found me in my corner, her hands removing my panties. Kneeling before me, she raised her arms above her head, an unspoken command to me to take off her french bra and silk panties.

I did, flicking my tongue across her wet slit when removing her panties. She pushed me gently onto my back, separating my legs with her body. 

And then?

Then Marge showed me how to make love to another woman, properly. The nuances of her kisses, of her touches, the simple concept of 'less is more', took me to a level of sensuousness that I had never experienced.

She let me taste her first. She let me eagerly eat her oh-so-tasty pussy first, 'sitting' on my face for me to do so. Her juices were intoxicating, as was her fragarance, her taste, divine.

Taking what seemed like forever, she mouthed and tongued her way down my body, her bites of my nipples just 'short' of pain. Finally reaching my needful pussy, I pulled her head tight to my bucking hips and snatch.

Oh God, but she was good.....so fucking good, my screams loud I was sure. Opening my eyes partly after one of my first few orgasms, I watched as Jack knelt behind Marge's upturned ass, smiled as I watched him enter her ass and begin a slow, steady pumping of his cock into her.

She clearly enjoyed ass-fucking while eating pussy at the same time....win-win for Jack and I, I thought.

Jack came. Marge came. I came. The sound from our indvidual orgasms mixing in the air and floating from the room. We all laid there, exhausted, for how long, I'm not sure. Finally opening my eyes, I saw them. Three guys, three naked guys, ogling our scene, stroking their cocks.

Looking up at me, then at them, Marge said to me, "I'll take the short one, you can have the other two."

Looking to Jack, now reclining in his corner of the play area, he simply smiled.

And as if I had done this before, I called to 'my' two strangers.

"This way, fellas," I said softly, my voice husky and wanting, to the other two now that Marge was already sucking the cock of the one she 'took', falling onto my back against the pillows, my arms opening to them both.

With a hand on each one's ass, I pulled their cocks towards my mouth, sucking on each in turn. Neither was huge. Neither was small. Both were comfortably satisfying to suck. 

And when I was ready, I moved one to fuck me while I sucked the other, loving the sensation of a cock sliding in and out of both my mouth and my pussy at the same time. The one fucking me climaxed first and when he pulled out, I moved the one I was sucking between my legs to fuck me some more, one after the other.

I don't ever recall having 'gangbang' fantasies. Ever. But it was what I was thinking of while number two finished dumping his jism into my cunt, on top of number one's.

That's right, I don't know their names. Didn't want to know it then, don't care about it now.

Slowly, our room emptied. Marge invited us to meet her and Jim in the lounge for a goodnight/goodbye cocktail. Closing the door behind Marge, Jack knelt between my legs which were spreading for him to do so. He did as promised and ate the cum from my well-fucked pussy.

And not only did I let him, I liked it. I liked it a lot that he was eating strangers' cum from me.

So sue me.



All in... Ch. 04



Fast forward three months......

It had taken a couple of days for me to come to grip with my 'mini' gangbang on that night at the club. Oh, there were no recriminations from Jack, none at all......it was I who had difficulty dealing with the truth of my slutty behavior that night.

The truth was that I had no remorse about it. None. And that was the struggle for me. I expected to feel shame, embarrassment, and all of that but....nope, none of that popped up on my radar.

I never thought of myself as a slut, but.......

After that night, Jack and I settled into a semi-regular routine of going to the club every couple of weeks, usually on weekends after we'd both had a full week of mind-busting work at our respective careers. Jack traveled in his job. I managed a financial services office for a major investment firm and worked downtown, business travel for me, rare. We continued to party with Bob and Mindy as schedules allowed. They both traveled in their jobs, including some weekends. 

Mindy and I had a couple of 'girls' nights', just the two of us, usually when our husbands were away on business. The more time I spent between another woman's legs, the more I found myself 'noticing' other women in a different way than I had before we started swinging. Before the lifestyle, I rarely noticed other women. 

But, since?

Oh yeah, I noticed other women completely differently after my first taste of pussy.....

"Time to go home, Vicki, we've burned enough midnight oil this week," I called out to my assistant who was finishing up our end of the quarterly report for the home office.

"Give me another twenty minutes?" Vicki called back, "Then this bad boy will finally be finished, okay?"

"Okay, kiddo, you've got it," I replied with a smile as I began clearing my crowded desktop.

Vicki had been with me, with the company, a little over three years, starting as an intern while in college in her senior year, working her way through the ranks quickly to a Senior Analyst and my assistant.

Didn't really know much about her private life away from the office. We were 'work-place' close but had never socialized away from the office. It wasn't until I discovered girl-girl sex with Mindy and Marge, that I noticed 'things' about Vicki, things that had escaped my radar before then.

She, Vicki, was 'cute', not a ravashing beauty in the classic, movie-star sense but, 'cute' in a pleasing fashion. She was a few inches taller than I and a few pounds heavier but just right for her height and build. She worked out a few times a week, I knew, because on those days that she did, she brought a gym bag into work with her.

Vicki dressed appropriately for the workplace, tasteful, professional, in outfits that favored her in every way. 

What I had NOT noticed before indulging my bisexual urges-yes, I had tagged myself now, as bisexual-was how she did whatever she could to curry favor with me, from me. Coffee brought without my asking, subtle compliments of my attire, of my ideas when discussing workplace issues, that sort of thing.

She was not overt in her attempts to garner my attention, never 'brown-nosing' me so's that others would notice and ridicule her for it. No, as I said, those moments were usually between her and I in the privacy of conversation or in my office.

"Ms. Williams?" I heard Vicki's voice call from the doorway of my office as I was finishing with the clearing of my desk.

"Vicki, for the umpteenth time, after hours, it's Shari.....please?" the smile on my face reflecting her refusal to address me on a first name basis, even when it was just she and I in the office.

"Yes ma'am,...I mean, okay...Shari...I'm finished, the report is ready for transmittal to the home office, Ms..., I mean, Shari."

"Great work, kiddo....take a seat for a sec, take a load off, you've earned it," I replied and meaning every word of it. The kid really worked her ass off on this report.

Vicki sat in one of the two leather chairs that faced my desk, her eyes closing for a brief second or two, the stress almost able to be seen as it left her body.

"Any plans for tomorrow evening?" I asked as I put away the last of my desktop clutter.

"Tomorrow? No....I mean, it's my regular gym night but that's not set in stone, why?" She responded, her eyes hard to my face.

"Tell your boyfriend you'll be a bit late tomorrow night, you have a dinner date.....with me," I smilingly replied.

"I don't have a boyfriend, but, dinner?" Vicki responded, her face scrunched up in confusion.

"Yes, dinner......look, you've busted your tail this quarter and I appreciate it, so, I'm taking you to dinner. Jack's out of town, I'd be eating alone anyway and...well, fuck it, girl, we've earned the downtime," I explained.

She 'almost' blushed at my frank words, but smiled at me, nevertheless.

"Ms....I mean, Shari, thank you but you don't have to......"

"Yes. Yes, I do, Vicki.....I know what it's like to be under-appreciated in a male-dominated workplace and I vowed never to do that when I became a manager," I explained, my face serious, "So.....your hard work has been noticed, appreciated and I'm taking you out, got it?"

"Yes ma'am," was all she said.

"And quit the ma'am crap, girl.....I may be your boss but I'm not your mother," I jokingly chided her.

She finally laughed, well, chuckled is more like it.

"I'll even give you a choice....you pick the restaurant or....if you trust me not to poison you, I'll cook us up something at my place," I offered, saying further, "I can be a bitch at work sweetie, but at home? in my kitchen? I'm pure goddess."

"Oh no, I don't want you to go to the trouble of cooking for me," She demurely said.

"No trouble, I find it relaxing actually, well, that and the wine I sip as 'cook's helper'," I joked.

"Actually, I'd prefer a relaxing dinner at your place to another couple of hours in business clothes after a day at work," she replied, "but, only if you let me help you," She conceded.

"Done....you ride the light-rail line to work, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Okay.....plan on riding with me after work and I'll get you home after dinner, okay?" I suggested.

"Okay, if it wouldn't be any trouble," She agreed.

"No trouble...good, it's a date then?" I answered and asked.

"It's a date," she confirmed, a smile on her face and her green eyes twinkling.

"Oh, Vicki?" I added while standing to gather my things for the trip home, "bring some kick-back clothes. You can change at my place because I know, after a day in heels and business attire, I'm always ready to get comfy."

"In fact," I added, "Toss in a swim suit and we veg in the hottub while dinner's cooking. We'll have ourselves a real 'girls' night', okay?"

Yes, Jack and I added a hottub to our deck. I suggested it after my threesome with Bob and Mindy and he was all for it.

Now, when I suggested dinner and hottubbing at my place, I swear to God that I had no ulterior motives other than rewarding her for all of the hard work she does for me. She helps me look good to the suits above, that's the truth of the matter. I had no motives or thoughts of anything other than dinner and relaxing but, as I was to find out, that would change.........

"So, I've prepped most of dinner already," I explained to Vicki as I drove us to my place after work, "a few finishing touches that you can help with and we'll let the oven do the work while we watch the sunset from the hottub. Sound good?"

"Sounds great," she replied with enthusiasm and a great smile. 

The remaining fifteen minutes of our commute was spent just chit-chatting about anything and everything except work. That was off the board tonight, I had told her.

She lived alone, in her owned condo, I found out, both of her parents gone, having passed during her junior year at college in a terrible automobile accident. She had had only two relationships that remotely resembled boyfriend/girlfriend status but, they hadn't lasted. She didn't think much about that, she had said, choosing, instead, to focus on her chosen career.

"You can change in here, if you'd like," I said, leading her to a spare bedroom just down the hall from my master bedroom, "it has its own bathroom and all; I'll meet you in the kitchen after I've changed."

"Okey-dokey," was her cute reply.

I changed into a pair of shorts and a plain tee, leaving my bras in the drawer of the walk-in closet. Stepping into my master bathroom, I took a couple of quick hits off of a doobie that I had saved.

Since hooking up with Bob and Mindy, Jack and I smoked a bit more herb and I had even scored a bit from Mindy. I wasn't going to smoke with Vicki, I had decided, knowing it to be a bad idea as her boss. But, I wanted to be fully relaxed. It had been a hard two weeks at the job.

"Tell you what, you handle the salad making and I'll get the casserole into the oven," I said to Vicki when she joined me in the kitchen, "Pick a wine also if you would and pour us a couple of glasses," nodding to the wine and glasses already on the counter.

"Red or white?" She asked as she began tossing the salad and fixings.

"I'm not a wine snob but we're having a beef dish so I would say, Red?" I answered.

"Red it is," she replied as she put the finishing touches to the salad. Putting the salad into the fridge to chill properly, she opened, then poured us a couple of glasses of a really nice Cab.

"To us," I said as I touched the rim of my glass to hers.

"To us," she replied, her eyes quickly darting away from my face as she sipped.

"So, I think we should drink wine, listen to good music and save the hottubbing until after we've eaten," I suggested, "once we hit the tub, we may not want to leave it to eat," I added with a giggle.

A giggle? I don't fucking giggle. Who was that woman who just giggled? I wondered to myself.

An hour and a half later, we were finished with the clean-up after dinner, loading the last dishes into the dishwasher and opening our third bottle of Cab.

We were both tipsy already, safe to say, and I should never have finished that doobie in my master bath when we went to change into our suits for the hottub. Herb relaxed me I found, but, it also made me somewhat horny I discovered since taking it up again.

What happened is this......

The tub was ready for us since I had turned it on before we sat down to dinner. I wore a two-piece as did Vicki, a suit that suited her body-type well, showing her curves, not able to hide her well-formed, C-cup boobs, I noticed right away.

That was the first 'hint' that I shouldn't have finished that doobie.

"This does feels good, you were right," Vicki confirmed, her eyes closed as we both floated in the warm water of the large tub.

"Uh-huh," I replied, the wine and herb really mellowing me out as I free-floated, periodically bumping up against Vicki as the jets moved us around the tub.

It was the middle of the summer, the sunset not occuring until eight-thirty or so, the nights just chilly enough for vapors to rise from the warm tub.

Bumping into her yet, once again, I gripped her arm for stability, keeping it in my grasp afterwards. As I held onto her, there was a sense of 'change', a sense of 'something' but I didn't know what.

Finding purchase with my feet on the hottub's floor, I moved to sit on one of the sculpted seats, pulling Vicki along with me with my hands on both of her arms. Pulling her head to nestle against my breasts, she continued to free-float in front of me.

"Thank you for dinner, it was delicious," she said softly after a bit.

"Thank you for having dinner with me, its nice to not eat alone for a change," I answered, my hands stroking up and down her arms absent-mindedly.

And then I cupped her boobs with my hands.....it just felt natural to do so and I did it without thinking, almost as if my hands had a mind of its own.

"Uh...Shari?" Vicki said a few heartbeats later.

"What?" I answered with my eyes closed, my mind stoned/tipsy, clueless that I was feeling up my assistant.

"What are you doing?" She asked, rightfully so.

Opening my eyes slowly, the realization that I had been feeling her up hit me like a bolt of lightning, my hands flying from her tits.

"Oh shit....oh Vicki, I'm so, so sorry," I stammered, embarassed to no end, "I don't know, I mean, it just felt so natural and......"

"No, No, it's alright...I mean, I don't mind, I mean, it didn't bother me....." She babbled, both of us tripping over our own words, the moment feeling clumsy to both of us.

"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry," I repeated to the top of her head, my hands floating in the water, off of her boobs, now.

"No, its really okay," She replied, taking my hands and placing them once again on her breasts as she continued to float in front of me, "If it relaxes you to touch me like that, I don't mind, Shari......I really don't, it does sort of feel good."

I processed her words for a few moments, not replying, fighting a losing battle with my better senses, all the while resuming my fondling of her breasts, thoughts I shouldn't be having flooding my brain.

"You really don't mind me touching you?" I finally asked.

"No." was her simple reply.

"What if I wanted to do more than just touch you?" I asked, immediately regretting that I put my mouth in motion before putting my brain in gear.

"If it pleases you....I'll do anything to please you," She replied softly.

"That could be a dangerous statement, Vicki," I cautioned.

"Not with you, no, it couldn't be dangerous," She said, her breathing just a tad labored? I wondered.

Well, we'll just have to see about that, my out-of-control libido piped up to say and with that thought, I slipped my hands under her swim-bra, my hands cupping her breasts skin on skin, my fingers finding her stiff nipples pleasing to the touch.

I relaxed in my seat, my hands and fingers softly kneading her breasts, both of us silent, both of us finding pleasure in that moment. Stretching my legs out, I placed them to hold her body in place as I played with her tits. Moving her arms to do so, her hands found my calfs and slowly stroked the skin, the touch of her nails sending shivers to my crotch.

"Have you ever been with another woman in bed?" I asked, knowing, now, that was my intent for my evening with my assistant.

"A few times...when I was in college...and every once in a while, now, when I feel the need.....it's been a while, though," she answered.

"Do you like it?" I probed.

"Uh-huh." was her simple answer.

"This can only be between us, you do understand that, I hope," I cautioned, needlessly it turned out.

"I know," She replied, "That's the way I want it too, private, just between us, just the way I hoped it would be."

Hoped?

"Take off your suit.....sit on the edge of the tub," I suddenly said, emboldened by I'm not sure what.

Hoped it would be?

"I'm going to taste you now, Vicki, tease you a bit for a while and then? then, I'm going to take you into my bed and make love to you, okay?"

"Uh-huh," sitting, naked now, on the edge of the tub, opening her legs for me to do just what I said I would, her wine-buzz showing in her half-closed eyes.

With my arms wrapped under and around her thighs, I pulled myself to 'float' slowly towards her pink nooky, framed by trimmed, reddish pubes, placing small kisses to the insides of her thighs. Flicking my tongue slowly up her slit, I worked it left to right, slowly peeling back her layers until her glistening pussy shone with my saliva and her juices.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I cooed when first tasting her sweetness, "Oh sweetie, you taste and smell divine," the faint scent of Magnolias wafting from her sex, mixing with the heady, tangy scent of arousal.

I took my time with her, not wanting to rush the experience, taking her to the brink, then back from it, not allowing her to climax, not just yet.

"I need to come....please, please....." her panting voice begged of me, pleaded with me, one of her hands holding my head in place. She was ready. I was ready. It was time.

Standing suddenly, I pulled her to her feet and into my arms, bringing my hands to her head to hold as I kissed her savagely, lustfully, my desire for her driving my very existence it seemed.

She returned my kiss with equal passion, her arms around my body, holding tight to me as I was to her, her hands gripping my ass, a finger sliding up and down my ass-crack, under my swim bottoms. 

Stepping from the tub after breaking our kiss, we both quickly dried off with the large bath-sheet towels I had for us to use, neither of us taking our eyes from the other. Almost running, we quickly went into the house, her hand in mine as I pulled her behind me down the hallway that led to my master bedroom. Once there, she watched me strip off my swim-suit, her green eyes dancing with excitement, I thought, as I got as naked as she was.

Literally throwing her onto the bed, I covered her body with mine, kissing and thrusting my tongue into her mouth as our bodies twisted against the other's, grinding our pussies hard against the other's.

Sliding over a bit, trapping her thigh between my legs for me to grind, I attacked her breasts and nipples with my mouth while my hand and fingers found her cunt. Kissing and biting her tits with a hunger, I slipped two fingers into her, fingering her while my thumb rubbed circles over her clit.

I could get almost all of her breast in my mouth I found and did my damndest to do so, my bites and nips leaving her with hickies the next day, as it turned out.

"Ohhh...ooooh, I'm going to cum, oh damn, damn, I'm going to cum," She moaned, her need evident in her voice which only drove my desire to get her off more so. We both came.....she from my hand, me from grinding my pussy against her thigh. 

And it was fucking fantastic.

We lay there, panting, our breathing labored, my head rising and falling on her breast as she fought to regain her breath. Both under control after a bit, I let her pull me up her body so that she could hug and kiss me, kissing me softly, tenderly, kissing as lovers kiss.

Silently, she laid me on my back and kissed and licked down my body until she was between my legs, her mouth doing things to my pussy I didn't know could be done. And just as I reached my first orgasm, she slipped a finger into my puckered asshole and ass-fucked me while she ate me to several body-wracking climaxes.

And I liked it, I liked it a lot.

"I brought a change of work clothes if you want me to spend the night," She cooed into my ear after we had showered off our first round of sex-sweat and was laying in each other's arms in my sex-wrecked bed.

"You did? So this is how you thought my invitation to dinner would turn out?" I teased.

"No...." nipping at my earlobe with her teeth, "This is how I HOPED your invitation to dinner would turn out," taking my lobe between her lips, nibbling now.

"Wellllll.....if I don't have to take you home tonight then I guess we could fuck some more," I cooed back to her.

"Kinda' what I was thinking," she replied, just before her head disappeared between my thighs one more time that night.

Sexually sated, we fell asleep in each other's arms that night. Since Jack and I had married, I had never 'slept' with anyone else overnight until Vicki.

Of course we had wake-up sex, duh!

And while I didn't know it that night, I had just found me a girlfriend...



All in... Ch. 05



Most workplace romances and affairs end in disaster, scandal, and in some cases, divorce. It was not to be so for Vicki and I.

Our coworkers did not have a clue that their boss was bedding one of their own. Any worries I might have had about Vicki's ability to remain professional on the job,were dispelled the morning after she spent the night with me.

After parking in my reserved slot that next morning, we walked towards the elevator of the parking structure at the same time that one of my managers stepped out of his car.

"Oh, hey, I didn't know you two car-pooled," he said as he walked with us.

"Oh, we don't," Vicki said nonchalantly, "Ms. Williams offered to give me a ride in so that I could get the quarterly report finalized and sent to the home office first thing this morning," smiling at him brightly.

I simply smiled, a tight smile, my normal, damn-she-can-be-a-bitch-at-times, smile.

It worked.

Before she left for the day, she stepped into my office, closing the door behind her. That wasn't unusual, closed-door conversations between she, as my assistant, and I, fairly normal.

"I'd like to thank you, once again, for a very lovely evening," She said, her voice soft and private.

"I enjoyed it as much, if not more, as you, Vicki," I answered, returning her smile.

"Any chance of seeing you again? You know, like that?" She asked bluntly.

"I hope so....I'd..I'd like that," I replied, biting my lip in nervousness.

"When's your husband going on another business trip?" She probed.

"Next week....interested in coming over?"

"It's a date," she simply replied with a wink.

Jack returned home later in the week and right after we got into bed for the evening, I told him of my roll in the hay with Vicki. I spared no details, even opining that it was 'more' than just a fling or NSA romp with another woman.

"It was different," I had said, "I'm not sure why but it was and, if you can deal with it, I'd like to continue seeing her when you're away on business."

"Safe to say you'd like to keep her for yourself? No sharing?" his question just that, a question, not an accusation.

"Yeah, I think so," I answered after thinking about that for a few moments.

Then he fucked my brains out, fucking me like he was an eighteen year-old with all the stamina of the gods. He fucked me as he hadn't in years, a really good fuck.

"Wow....." I panted, fighting hard to regain control of my breathing, "Oh baby, if telling you about my time in pussy-ville turns you on this much, I need to eat more pussy and tell you more stories," I joked.

"Win-win" he replied with a shit-eating grin.

Fast-forward several weeks......

Vicki and I became a regular thing when Jack was away on business, she at my place or me at hers. Jack was soooooo fucking cool about it, never once complaining about the time I spent with my 'girlfriend' as he started referring to Vicki.

And I kinda' liked it when he did so, I must say.

There was some sort of trouble in the Kingdom of Bob and Mindy, the tension between them palatable in the air we had noticed the last couple of times we partied with them. Wasn't sure of the 'why' there was trouble between them but neither Jack and I cared for the vibes that surrounded them. Coming to the same conclusion, independently, we started finding reasons not to see them, neither of us wanting to be involved with whatever was going on between them.

Our trips to the club had lessened somewhat, slacked off to the point that it was more like a once-a-month thing, but still enjoyable for the both of us. Occasionally, we'd party with another couple but more often than not, it would be me with a couple of guys while Jack watched. After I was properly fucked and my 'boys' had left the party room, he'd bury his head between my legs and clean me up, giving me more orgasms as he did so.

Oh hell no, I didn't complain...I was a happy camper.

Jack and I took a week off, booked a trip to Jamaica at an exclusive, all inclusive resort, returning with golden tans and smiling faces. He returned to work the next day after our return but I still had a ton of vacation days left so I burned off another week of vacation, deciding to 'catch up' with some house chores and the like.

Had I not done so, what follows might not have happened.........

She waved at me as I slowed to enter my driveway, having glanced up from under the hood of her car. Marnie was always working on her car it seemed, tweaking this, adjusting that, the end result being a pristine, classic '68 Mustang 'Boss' edition that had, at one time, belonged to her grandfather. 

Marnie was our next-door neighbors' niece, having come to live with her mother's sister and husband when she was thirteen or so. Her aunt had never explained the why of her living with them but you just got a 'sense' that living with them was preferable to living with her parents, whatever the reasons.

She was a 'little' strange, a little 'out-there' with her tomboy looks and artistic talents, almost hippie-like, one might say, almost as if she was a few generations past what would have been 'her time', the sixties and seventies, the age of Woodstock and such. Her look was sorta' androgynous, reminding me, as I think back on it, of the actress that portrayed "The Girl With The Dragon Tatoo" in the movie, only without the piercing or tatoos.

"Need a hand?" I heard her voice call as I started lifting the sacks of groceries from the trunk of my Beemer.

"Oh hey, Marnie....sure, I'd appreciate it," her help allowing us to bring all of the groceries inside in one trip.

"How come you're not at class?" I asked Marnie as we set the sacks onto my kitchen counter.

"Finished for the day, all morning classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays," she answered with a smile, "How come you're not at work?", she vollied back at me.

"Took some vacation days to catch up on crap here at the house," I replied, returning her smile. 

Marnie had graduated High School a few months ago, on the day of her nineteenth birthday as it turned out and was attending a Community College in our city in order to get all of her required course-work out of the way before going to Unversity for a Fine Arts curricula.

She had been a year older than her classmates due to having flunked a year just before coming to live with Jen and Frank. Again, no explanations provided as to why.

"Would you like an ice tea or something to drink?" I offered.

"Nah, but thanks anyway," Marnie replied, "I need to clean up and figure out what I'm going to eat tonight since Aunt Jen and Uncle Frank are out of town this week."

Jen and Frank, our next door neighbors, both worked, Frank traveling a lot for his job like Jack did and Jen away for a meeting, out of town.

"Well, if you're interested, I'm cooking up a cheeseburger and having a salad for dinner. Just as easy to cook for two as it is for one," I offered, suddenly deciding that a little company for dinner wouldn't be a bad thing.

My back was turned to her but I 'felt' like she was staring holes into me, a little shiver having found its way to me. 

"Sounds scrumptious but I don't want you to go through all that trouble for me," She replied as she handed me stuff from the bags to put away.

"No trouble at all, babe, besides, it'd be nice to have some company at dinner for a change instead of eating alone."

"Only if you let me help you," She said, accepting my offer.

"Done."

"Okay......well, if you have the rest of this, I'm going to clean up and see you, in an hour?"

"Sounds about perfect," I smilingly answered.....

I quickly seasoned the ground chuck, forming them into large, thick patties after doing so and placing them in the fridge. That done, I showered and changed into a pair of shorts and tee shirt, my fav when it comes to 'kick-back' clothing.

About an hour or so later, Marnie returned, using the gate that provided access to my back yard. She, too, had changed into shorts and tee, and was toting a bottle of wine.

"Thought I provide the wine since you're cooking for me," She said brightly.

"Oh, Marnie, I don't know about that," I stammered, "I mean, you're underage....."

Her look to me stopped the stammering, a look of 'Seriously?"

"Ms. Williams, I'm nineteen and in college....do you really think that this will be my first time drinking?"

"Probably not," I conceded after a few moments' thought on the matter, "but, if I'm going to drink wine with you, call me Shari....Ms. Williams was my husband's mother."

She simply smiled a smirk of 'having won a point', opening the bottle of red to breathe while we got the fixings and salad ready for our meal. Pouring us both a generous glass each, she handed me my wine and clicked her glass against mine in a silent toast to whatever.

We finished the first glass quickly and I poured us each another, the two of us just chit-chatting about nothing in particular and everything in general. I had not spent much time with Marnie since she had moved next door but I found that I liked her. I liked her sarcastic humor, her 'off-beat' wit, her view of the world seeming much more mature than her years.

Dinner was excellent and, dishes put in the washer, we had cracked another bottle of red from my stash and were lounging on my deck having a fine ol' time of it.

And, yes, we were both approaching tipsiness.

"Surprised that your 'friend' isn't over," Marnie said during a moment of silence as we enjoyed the coolish, early fall evening.

"My friend?" I questioned.

"The red-head that comes over when Mr. Jack is out of town," she clarified, her eyes closed and her head laying on the back of the chaise that we were sitting on.

Fuck! Busted!

I didn't respond at first, my wine-addled brain stumbling as it tried to come up with a reasonable explanation. Thinking a good offense is a good defense, I turned to her and asked, "Marnie? Have you been spying on me?"

"Oh no, not at all, but....see that window up there? On the top of aunt Jen's garage?"

"Yeah?" I replied, my eyes now on a window in my neighbors' garage attic space that I'd never really noticed before.

"Uncle Frank let me convert that attic space for use as an art room, a study room...kinda' like my own 'chick-cave'," Marnie explained, "and, well....your trees are just a tad too short to block a view of your deck and hottub."

"So...you've been peeking us?" I asked, a bit flummoxed at this revelation.

"Not intentionally, no.......buuuuut," she said with a mischievous smirk, "I happened to glance out one evening, a few weeks ago, when I went to open the window for some fresh air annnnnd..well, I saw you and your 'friend' sorta' fooling around with each other in the tub."

I just stared at her, mouth opened, words not forming in my shocked brain at the moment.

"Uhhh...Marnie, I'm not sure...I mean...." I babbled in panic.

"Oh shit, Shari...it's no big thing," She said, interrupting my feeble attempt at responding to her revelation, "Girls fooling around with each other has always made more sense to me than screwing around with guys."

"And don't worry....your secret's safe with me. I mean I won't tell anyone....Uncle Frank or Aunt Jen," Marnie continued, "Or....Mr. Jack," her smile a bit different now, her eyes a bit softer but still looking at me, at my reaction.

Well Shari, you've got a 'situation' now, don't you? 

That statement was flashing in my head like a neon sign. Rather than say anything incriminating, I just continued to stare back at Marnie, not really knowing what I should say, if anything.

"Almost sounds as if you have experience with 'fooling around with girls', as you said," I finally mustered up the courage to say, a feeble attempt, I admit, at trying to shift the focus to her and off of me.

"Yeah....some," She chuckled, chuckled in a way that suggested an 'inside' joke that only she knew about. 

Then, out of the blue, she stood and stretched, her eyes still holding mine, her stretching revealing that she was braless as evidenced by the outline of her small breasts against her tee shirt. Her nipples were hard, a result of the chilly air, causing them to push against the thin material of her tee.

"Speaking of your hottub, any chance of using it tonight?.....it'd feel really good in this chilly air."

"Uh, sure," I answered absent-mindedly, still reeling a bit from this turn of events, "I'll turn it on while you run home to get your suit."

"Suit? Oh, I don't need a suit," Marnie said, grinning like a Cheshire cat with a mouse in its paws, "nor do you."

"Marnie, I'm not sure that's a good idea," I replied in a panic.

"No, its a great idea, Shari," sitting again, a bit closer to me now, her hand finding and rubbing the top of my knee and thigh.

"I'm nineteen, Shari...I've grown up, I'm a woman," Marnie said with conviction, "I'm not a child, please don't treat me like one," her voice soft, but firm.

"Now....you get the hottub going and I'll get us some more wine," She said to me, her voice leaving no room for discussion or negotiation.

I did as she asked, the reality of the moment sinking in to my brain. I knew that I would drink more wine, get a little tipsier than I already was and would get naked in my hottub with my nineteen year-old neighbor.

And I also knew that before this night was over, my nineteen year-old neighbor and I would be in my bed, making love.

I did as she asked......

At five-five and a hundred and ten pounds, its not often that I dwarf anyone in stature, even among my gender. When she poured us a fresh glass of wine from the new bottle, we were standing near the tub and I really noticed, for the first time, just how small she really was.

Marnie was 'maybe' five-one on a good day and no more than a hundred pounds, not skinny, not anorexic, more like just right for her diminutive stature. 

We sipped our wine quietly, both, I was sure, processing this moment that was between us, processing it, each in our own manner. 

Her eyes. 

Her eyes seem to reach inside of my soul, inside of my head, almost as if my thoughts were not private to me.

"It's ready," Marnie pronounced after dipping her hand into the bubbling water of the tub. Setting her glass onto the tub's decking around the rim, she pulled her tee from her body, slower than necessary it seemed, almost as if she was giving me time to look at her without her seeing me do so.

Her breasts were very small, but well-shaped and firm, the need of a bra for her, non-existent. Her nipples stiffened when the chilly air surrounded them, proving to be large and thick. Dropping her tee onto the chaise lounger, she unsnapped and slid her shorts and panties down her hips and legs, revealing an 'almost-not-there' strip of pubic hair shaped like a downward-pointing arrow tip, pointing to her pussy.

I couldn't help myself...I smiled when I saw it, liking the irreverence of it all. She saw my smile and smiled back.

"Some people just need a clue," Marnie said in comment on her sculpted pubes, the comment bringing a chuckle to my lips.

Marnie got into the tub first, settled onto a bench seat and retrieved her glass of wine, taking a long sip from it while she looked at me, still clothed, still standing next to the tub.

Her eyes continued to hold mine as I slipped my tee off of me, my nipples hardening immediately in the cool air. Her eyes caressed my C-cup boobs, slowly, lustfully, no words needing to be said. Finishing my wine, I poured myself another glass, setting it on the tub's deck and slipped out of my shorts and panties. Stepping into the tub quickly before I changed my mind, I retrieved my glass and took a very long pull of the Cab.

Moving closer to me, Marnie slipped an arm behind my shoulders, her smaller body nestling close to my side until I moved my arm to place it around her waist, holding her to me.

She began with small, teasing nibbles to my neck and ear, her breath warm, the tip of her tongue hard and skillful as it traced tracks on my skin. Reflexively, I moved my head in concert with her nibbles, liking how she was nuzzling her mouth to my skin.  

I couldn't help it. It felt good.

Slipping her legs to capture my thigh between them, she rested her snatch on the top of my thigh, my arm sliding until my hand held her tight, toned ass cheeks in its grip. 

Starting slowly, she began rubbing her pussy against my thigh as she raised her torso towards my head, sticking her chest out as her small tits neared my mouth.

"Suck them," Marnie said quietly.

I did.

I placed my mouth over her tit, first one, then the other. Softly squeezing her ass with my hand, I moved her back and forth across my thigh, the movement slowly increasing in speed and pressure. Her hand found my breasts, squeezing and fondling them in turn while her other hand held my head to her chest.

Her hips were moving faster as her excitement increased, almost making waves in the tub, her breath coming in pants as she she approached orgasm.

For my part, I surrendered to the inevitability of the night, of the moment, when my tongue flicked across her stiff nipples, when my mouth and teeth felt their thickness. Loudly, almost making slurping noises, I eagerly sucked on her almost-non-existent titties.

Dropping her hand from my tits, she stretched and reached between my legs to play with my pussy. I lifted my hips towards her hand to make it easier for her to do so. Twirling my clit between her fingers as her breathing became more rapid with excitement and need, she made small, soft cooing noises, her sounds mingling in the night air with my own. 

At the moment of her orgasm, she slipped a finger into my cunt and jabbed it hard and deep into me at the exact moment of her climax, the thrust bringing a sharp intake of breath to my mouth that was sucking her titties for all they were worth.

Unlike me, she is a quiet 'cummer', the sounds soft and deep, her breathing being the most telling sign that she had climaxed.

Slipping her finger from my pussy, she lifted it to her mouth to suck on while her smoldering eyes fucked me. 

"Take me to your bed," Marnie commanded, at least it felt like a command.

I did as she asked.....

She was skillful in her love making, possessing skills that belied her years it seemed to me, but oh-so-good. She bathed me with her mouth and tongue, leaving little of my body unexplored. Having moved us around my bed as we nibbled, kissed and touched, she slipped her body over mine into a position of sixty-nine. Sliding her pussy towards my mouth, she lowered her head between my legs which opened wide to allow her access to my pussy, my now-needful-of-a-mouth-on-it pussy.

Raising my head to her pinkness, I indulged my lust and absolutely devoured her young, sweet-tasting cunt, her smell of arousal and juices driving me into a frenzy of want. The more I tasted, the more I wanted to taste.

Our lovemaking was slow, unhurried, both relishing the taste of the other. Orgasms? There were plenty of those, neither of us left wanting in any way, shape or form. Snuggling in each other's arms, both of us kissed and touched the other in post-orgasmic bliss. 

She was right, I had decided; at nineteen, she was, indeed, a woman.

Rolling onto her back after a playful bite to one of my nipples, she pulled me on top of her, her fingertips sending shivers up my spine as she slowly raked my back with them.

Slowly pulling me while she kissed my body as it passed her mouth, she positioned me with her head between my legs as I straddled her.

"Bring it to me, Shari, let me taste that sweet pussy of yours once more," She said, pulling me towards her mouth with her hands gripping my ass.

I did as she asked...



All in... Ch. 06



Vicki's response to the fact that I had bedded my nineteen year-old next-door neighbor?

Turned on......

We were at her place, laying across her wrecked bed, basking in the afterglow of mind-blowing sex. She casually mentioned seeing a younger chick on the light-rail commute into work that sorta' turned her on.

"I don't know," Vicki said casually, "there was just something about how 'young' she looked that appealed to me in some sort of sick, perverted way."

"Yeah, I know what you mean.....same thing with my next-door neighbor's niece. I mean, I know she's nineteen and in college but, shit, the girl looks fourteen and she just turned my crank."

Silence....

"Did you sleep with her? When?" Vicki asked quietly.

"Ummmm, last week.....I know I should said something before now...." I stammered, unsure of whether or not she was pissed.

"Tell me now. Tell me about it now," Vicki said, interrupting me.

So I did.

I described, in salacious detail, my romp with Marnie, leaving out nothing. I was honest about how Marnie's 'tomboyish' look and diminutive stature turned me on, of how Marnie's straight-forwardness about accidently seeing Vicki and I making out in the hottub hit my 'horny' button.

As I told Vicki of that night, of how the thrill from sucking on Marnie's almost-not-there small titties ramped up my sexual excitement, Vicki's fingers were busy massaging and playing with her  pussy and clit which were gleaming with her juices, her breathing clearly showing her excitement as she listened to my story.

Rolling onto my side so I could watch her play with herself as I told my tale of seduction, I became excited all over again. And when I had finished the story of Marnie and Me, Vicki pulled my head to her crotch, her voice begging me to eat her, to get her off.

She didn't have to ask me twice.

I did. One after another, Ms. Vicki popped her rocks, each one seemingly better than the previous, her last orgasm violent and bed-shaking, her hands holding me tight to her grinding pussy, almost suffocating me in the process.

Finally, with one last shudder of satisfaction, her hands released my head and hair, allowing me to come up for air, her scent of sexual arousal filling her bedroom.

"Oh damn....that was good," Vicki finally managed to say after regaining control of her breathing, pulling me to lay, once again, next to her. Smothering my mouth with hers, she eagerly tasted herself on my lips, on my tongue, her arousal fueling my own.

We lay together, quiet in our own thoughts, for quite a while before Vicki finally broke the silence.

"Are you going to 'do' her again?" Vicki asked.

"I don't know, honestly, I don't.....nothing was said about that," I answered.

"I would," She averred, turning her head to look into my eyes when she said it, "don't you want to?"

"I suppose it wouldn't be out of the question," I answered with a chuckle. 

To be honest, I had thought about it several times after Marnie and I had fucked.

"If she'd be up for me joining in, I would," Vicki said further, sliding between my legs to kiss on my belly and pubes.

"A threesome?" I stupidly asked. Duh!

"Could be fun," Vicki declared as her mouth found her way to my 'little man', all hard and standing up, begging for attention.

"Yeah.....could be," I agreed as her tongue hit the launch button of the Orgasm Express.......

Looking into my rearview mirror to check that I had cleared the garage door tracks, I automatically reached for, and hit, the button to close the garage door behind me. I caught a 'flash' of something in my rearview mirror ducking under the descending door. Stepping out of my car, I saw that the 'flash' was Marnie.

"Oh hey, sweetie...damn, I'm sorry, I didn't see you........."

She pushed me against my car, one hand to the back of my head, pulling me to meet her opening mouth and snaking tongue as she stood on her tiptoes to do so. Our lips met as her other hand shot up my skirt, her fingers pulling my panties aside roughly. Driving her tongue deep into my mouth and throat, she slipped two fingers into me with a hard, driving thrust, burying her two fingers to the last knuckle.

Her moans mingled with mine as she furiously finger-fucked me while tickling my uvula with the tip of, what felt like, her mile-long tongue. Sucking feverishly, hungrily, on her tongue, my hips bucked against her driving hand. Clearly, I was loving the suddeness of her attack on me. 

"Cum....cum, Shari....cum for me baby," She cooed into my mouth, her thumb joining in the party by rubbing small circles on my clit.

"Ooooh....fuck....oh shit, I'm....I'm.....going tooooo cuummmmm.............." I cried, my breath leaving my body in a gush, my knees and thighs turning to rubber, to gel, as I caught the mother of all orgasms there, in my garage, against my car!

Pulling her fingers from my now-drenched, well-fingered snatch, she slipped them into my mouth for me to suck, to lick, to savor.

I did.

"Oh...yeah, auntie Jen sent me over to borrow a cup of sugar," Marnie said casually as I sucked my climax from her fingers......


"When?" 

That was Marnie's answer when I asked if she'd like to get together with Vicki and I sometime at Vicki's place, or mine if the situation was right, 'right' being whether or not her aunt and uncle were home.

"I don't know, what works for you?" I answered.

"I could meet you at Vicki's tomorrow night, after class," She suggested, "I'm always going out for coffee and shit after my night classes."

"That could work," I said softly, my insides still quaking from her most welcomed finger-rape of me.

Grabbing a scrap of paper from the counter top, she had me write down Vicki's address, snatching the scrap when I had finished.

"See you about seven-thirty'ish.....oh, yeah, the sugar?".......


I called Vicki, making her very happy that 'it' was happening so soon. 

"I'll meet you at your place at six'ish, and I'll bring a change of clothes so that I can spend the night....Marnie will be over about seven-thirty.....see you at the office tomorrow," ending the call then.

I went straight to my bedroom, stripped, jumped into bed, and finding my favorite toy in my nightstand drawer, I masturbated while re-living Marni's assault of me a few minutes ago.........


"Damn, she's so tiny," Vicki commented when she peeked through her blinds after we heard Marnie's deep-throated, rumbling Boss Mustang pull into Vicki's driveway.

"Told ya'," I replied before taking a toke of the joint that Vicki had rolled for us. 

Yeah, another line crossed by me with my employee/assistant/lover.

I mean, I was already fucking Vicki, and when, one night, she let it slip that she liked a little weed now and then......well, there it is, another example of my poor judgement skills (or lack thereof).

"Marnie, this is my friend, Vicki," I said in way of introduction when she entered the house.

At five-foot nothing, Marnie looked child-like standing next to Vicki's five-nine'ish height, more so when they embraced quickly in greeting.

"Friend, huh?" Marnie smirked. Yes, she smirked.

"More like a Friend With Benefits, I'd say......not that there's anything wrong with that, you understand," Marnie continued, but in a teasing, friendly tone, not mean. Stopping and screwing up her face in a questioning manner, she sniffed the air, then smiled

"I'm going to have to teach you ladies how to properly mask the odor of weed ," Marnie said, her eyes searching the room, looking for a roach or pipe I thought at the time.

"Well, shit, ladies....is someone going to offer me a hit or not," Marnie said, looking between Vicki and I.

"Here sweetie, finish it," I said, handing her the half-joint, "Vicki and I are fairly cooked right now."

I wasn't lying.

"Uh, Marnie, I was going to mix some killer Margaritas if you'd like one," Vicki said over her shoulder as she walked into her kitchen, "you are old enough to drink, aren't you?"

If looks could stop a clock, Marnie's would have.

"Seriously? I'm smoking pot in your house, I'm over here to fuck the both of you into next year in a few minutes, and that's what you're concerned about? About whether or not I'm old enough to drink?...........Puh-lease."

"Into next year? That sounds promising," was Vicki's flirting reply, complete with flirty voice and flirty eyes.

The Margaritas were, indeed, killer, made with Patron and 'kicked' with a shot of 151 rum.

The three of us were outside, on Vicki's small deck at the rear of her condo, high walls blocking the view-but not the sound-from her neighbors. 

Marnie was in a pair of booty-hugging tights, the kind that looks like second skin on someone. Her top was simple, a tee-homage to Bob Dylan (of course) and also tight, her small breasts pushing against the fabric.

She looked hot, actually.

"I'm glad you could join us," Vicki said, turning her body and bringing her knees onto the chaise they were sharing, facing Marnie. I was across from them in a deck chair.

"I'm glad I was asked," replied Marnie, turning to face Vicki, "I've masturbated a couple of times thinking about fucking the two of you after I saw y'all making out in the hottub."

"Well.....no secrets at any rate," Vicki said in comment.

Standing, Marnie walked over to where I was sitting and sat on my lap while pulling her tee shirt from her body, her nipples hardening quickly in the coolish night air.

"Suck on me a little bit, Shari......show Vicki how you like to suck on my itty-bitty titties," Marnie cooed as she offered up her tit to my opening mouth.

Taking my time, more for my satisfaction than anything else, I bathed Marnie's tits with my mouth and tongue, loving the feel of her small breasts and thick nipples in my mouth.

Opening my eyes, I glanced at Vicki who had now turned, facing our mini live-porn show, her hand inside of her shorts, which were unsnapped and down her hips a bit. Knowing that she was turrned on by watching me with Marnie, I performed, I turned up the action a bit, turned on by being watched.

"Got any toys?" Marnie asked as she rubbed and pulled at my hair in satisfaction of what I was doing to her.

"Uh-huh...in my bedroom," Vicki answered with a voice that clearly indicated arousal, her hand inside of her shorts/panties moving with gusto.

"The same bedroom that we're going to fuck in?" Marnie teased.

"Uh-huh," was Vicki's soft reply.

"Then what are we doing out here?" Marnie declared pulling her nipple from between my teeth and lips, and then standing with a hand out to both Vicki and myself.

"Who's first?" Marnie asked with genuine curiosity, "not that it matters to me since I'm going to fuck you both anyway."

Who indeed?

It turned out that Marnie made the decision for herself.

After taking the stash-box from Vicki who was fumbling as she tried to roll a joint, Marnie quickly rolled a big, fat doobie. 

Not this kid's first rodeo with weed, I correctly judged.

We lounged about Vicki's bed, the three of us, passing Marnie's masterpiece between us. I gave up first as I'm rather a lightweight with ganja, not to mention that Vicki's 'kick-ass Margaritas' were also in play.

We were cruising.

"Over there....Shari, sit over there and watch for a while," Marnie smilingly said to me, her voice showing the buzz the three of us were now sharing.

Then, kneeling in front of Vicki whose back was against the headboard, Marnie pulled Vicki's head to her chest, to her small boobs. Vicki eagerly opened her mouth in response, nosily sucking and licking Marnie's small, girlish tits.

I watched, my hand inside of my shorts gently rubbing and playing with myself, getting hotter and hornier by the second as I viewed their play with each other.

That Jack liked watching me with others was suddenly making a lot more sense to me now.

As Vicki kissed, licked, and suckled Marnie's titties, Ms. Marnie started sliding out of her tights, flipping onto her back to kick herself free from the leggings. Naked as the day she was born, Marnie proceeded to get Vicki the same way, having Vicki out of her clothes in seconds.

And then Marnie knelt with Vicki's thigh between her legs, her hands fondling my assistant's rather nice rack. Bending to place her mouth over Vicki's nipple, she reached and cupped Vicki's snatch with a hand, her middle finger sliding in and out almost immediately.

"Ooooh damn...shit, that feels good, baby, sooooo good," Vicki cooed and aaahed in response to what my nineteen year-old neighbor gal was doing to her.

Yeah....I'd been there with Marnie. I knew exactly what Vicki was feeling, the memory of Marnie's forceful taking of me in my garage helping to fuel my masturbation.

Oh yeah, the visual of those two was helpful, as well.

Bringing Vicki to the brink and back so many times was clearly driving Vicki's need to orgasm to hightened levels. And when Vicki thought she would burst with need, Marni backed away and took Vicki's chin in her hand.

"Do you have a belt, a strap-on?" Marnie asked between nips to Vicki's lips and ears.

"Yes....in the nightstand on the right," Vicki breathed in response, her own fingers and hand now cupping Marnie's toned ass, Vicki's fingers sliding up and down Marnie's ass-crack.

My shorts and panties were now down around my ankles, my tee on the floor, both of my hands busily fondling and fingering myself.

Through half-closed glazed eyes I watched as Marnie slipped into the harness and spread lubricant all over the fake dick that was bobbing in front of her.

"On your stomach.....spread you legs, yeah, like that," Marnie commanded my assistant who did as told.

Slowly Marnie approached Vicki's offered-up pussy with the strap-on, Marnie's thin, boyish/girlish figure androgynous in appearance. Positioning the moderately thick dick-toy at the entrance to Vicki's love-canal, Marnie suddenly slid it all the way in, to the hilt, Vicki's ass slapping against the harness as Marnie pumped with increasing speed and lust.

"Ummmmm....oh God.....mmmmmmph, harder, harder, fuck me harder," Vicki's voice begged in earnest, her request instantly granted by Marnie with a smile of satisfaction.

It was when, after what seemed like a half-hour of pounding Vicki's cunt, Marnie pulled out and began slowly ass-fucking Vicki that I came. 

"Huuuuhh, huuuuhhh," Vicki moaned in protest? Pleasure? I couldn't tell but, in any event, Marnie continued to fuck Vicki's ass. 

Finally, Marnie reached around Vicki's hip with her hand and began massaging Vicki's clit, all the while slowly ass-fucking at the same time.

"OH......MY.....SWEET....FUCKING JESUS!" Vicki cried at the top of her lungs, the sound carrying to her neighbors, I had no doubt. Marnie let Vicki ride the waves of pleasure two or three times before finally removing her hand. Pulling out of Vicki's well-fucked ass, Marnie undid the harness, handing it to Vicki.

"When you're able to walk steadily, clean that up so that I can use it on our friend Shari...while we wait for that, Shari is going to get me off, aren't you, sugar?" Marni said in a quiet voice, laying on her back and spreading her legs for me to do so.

I didn't hesitate an instant.

Dropping to my knees between her dangling legs at the edge of the bed, I moved her legs to ride over my shoulders as I eagerly pressed my mouth and nose to her sex. There was never a question that I wouldn't want to; I was quickly becoming almost obsessed with my nineteen year-old 'tomboy' neighbor.

It wasn't until after Marnie's third or fourth orgasm that I became aware that Vicki had returned and was sitting with her back against her headboard, her legs spread wide, one leg dangling to the floor. Backing away from Marnie's well-eaten snatch, I positioned myself so that I was now between Vicki's long legs, licking and biting and kissing my way up her calves and thighs.

"The strap-on....please fuck me with the strap-on, sweetie....please," I cooed, almost begging, to Marnie. Smiling, she lubricated the freshly-cleaned dildo immediately. Getting on her knees behind my upturned ass and pussy, Marnie slipped the cock-toy into my cunt and started pumping with increasing speed and pressure. My response was to get even wetter and slicker than I already was.

I greedily began eating Vicki's sweet pussy, the tips of my fingers digging into her thighs as we became more excited and turned-on. Vicki's breathing was becoming increasingly labored with excitement from my cunnilingual efforts, as was my own. 

Marnie's hands were gripping my hips tightly, her thrusts hard as she slammed the faux-cock deep into the dripping pussy that was mine. The harder she fucked me, the more excited I became, which resulted in redoubled pleasure for Vicki.

"Oooooh baby.....don't stop, not now, please don't stop," I moaned, my voice being muffled by Vicki's delicious snatch. Reaching around with her hand, Marnie's masturbation efforts to my clit produced the desired results as my orgasm shook my body, complete with stars, rockets, and body-quakes. In the middle of my excellent climax, Vicki's hands pulled my head and mouth hard against her grinding cunt, her voice even louder than mine.

I stayed on my knees between Vicki's legs as I fought desperately to regain control of my breathing, much as Vicki was doing after her own rocket ship to O-Ville. Finally able to move, I slowly crawled over Vicki's legs to throw myself across her bed.

"Up here, baby, I need you up here, on my face," I cooed to Marnie after she had, once again, removed the harness from her body.


Marnie did as asked.................



All in... Ch. 07



Let's be honest here.

I had decided that at thirty-three (yes, I had a BD), my sex-life had never had it so good. I had the most understanding guy in the world as my hubby-quite the good fuck, I might add-two, count 'em, two younger hot 'girlfriends', and permission to fuck others? Not needed.

But still, selfish though I may be, even I felt guilty about my trips to pussy-ville without Jack. I mean, I wouldn't mind him watching me getting it on with another woman, but my two GFs? 

Not so much.

Neither had an interest in a threesome with Jack, not even for me. Marnie had 'zero' interest in cock, not including, of course, her love for cock-shaped dildoes. 

Yeah, I know, I don't get it either, but what are you going to do? Her young pussy is just waaaay too good to quit.

Vicki said it would be just too weird for her, like it was violating the special connection between her and I.

Okay, I get that.

So, that's why I surprised him with a long weekend getaway in the Colorado mountains for New Years that year. New Year's Eve in the mountains of Colorado? Skiing? 

I'm in.

And so was Jack, he loves skiing as much as I do and loved the whole long-weekend thing for New Year's Eve.

"Who knows," I remember him saying, "Never can tell, might even trip up on a little 'strange' to ring in the New Year.

How prophetic...or calculatting, either way, it work out so.

We both said 'Fuck it' to our jobs and took the extra days off to make a full week of it. Both my 'girlfriends' were disappointed that we'd not be together for New Years Eve but, as I told them, I'd be with Jack in any event on that night. Disappointed, both nevertheless promised 'Welcome Back' orgasms to die for when I returned.

Especially Marnie. 

Damn, that little hottie and I had two or three, mind-blowing, quickies a week! She found reasons to come over to my house even when her aunt was home at night. About once a week, the three of us would get together for some serous daisy-chaining. 

I'm not complaining, mind you.

Off we flew, connecting in Denver and ingesting enough alcohol to make the approach into the Aspen airport, a small, tight airport in the middle of mountains, 'almost' bearable.

We skied our asses off for the first two days, both of us 'rubber-legged' after two long days on the slopes. Not our first rodeo, folks...we took the third day off and hit the nearby hot springs to soothe those 'not-as-young-as-you-think-you-are' muscles and aches from two days of skiing.

"Aaaaaaah....."

Four voices. Saying the same thing, at the same time, independent of the others, the weirdness of it all making the four of us laugh.

We had entered the springs at the same time, settling in across the short spanse of water from each other and sinking to our chins at the same time.

And believe me, folks, it was an "Aaaaaaah" moment.

"Gotta' say, this feels so damned good," She said. 

'She' being, it would turn out, a thirty-year old Afro-American female of light skin-tone and great looking boobs that were barely contained by her two-piece suit-top.

"Oh yeah," I chimed in, "second best feeling in the world," I joked.

"I know that's right!" She agreed, both of us laughing and high-fiving. 

"Hi, I'm Mavis," Ms. Cutie-pie said, "and this is my husband, Tony," her hand sweeping to the attractive, darker-toned Afro-American man of thirty-five, it would turn out.

We all shook hands and settled across from each other in the warm springs and chit-chatted about our skiing experiences since arriving, the good runs, the bad runs, good bars, bad bars, restaurants, you know, that kind of crap.

There was a good flow of vibes between the four of us, the conversation and laughter coming very easy, as if we'd known each other for years, which, of course, wasn't true at all.

"What are you folks doing for dinner?" Jack asked Mavis and Tony as the four of us dried off after finally giving up the soothing water.

"Nothing planned....just thought we'd find a place and eat," Tony replied.

"Why don't we all have dinner together?" I chimed in, picking up on what I was sure was Jack's intent with the question in the first place.

"That's a great idea," Mavis opined and thus the four of us, having quickly come to agreement on where we would eat, picked a time to meet in the lobby of the hotel...

"Damn, you look good enough to eat," Jack said, followed by a low-toned wolf-whistle.

I had chosen a pair of dress slacks that would provide both warmth and a favorable hugging of my ass and legs. My top was a simple vee-necked sweater that showed off the cleavage produced by my C-cups encased in a French bra.

"You would know," I joked back, but happy that he thought me so.

"As would your girlfriends," Jack smilingly replied.

True.

As we got ready for our dinner date with them, Jack and I discussed our feelings about the 'possibility' of a fling with Mavis and Tony, should the opportunity present itself.

"I wouldn't kick either out of my bed," I honestly opined, "I mean, you know, if it comes to that."

"Kinda' my thought," Jack simply replied.

"Probably just wishful thinking on our part," I lamented, "but it never hurts to have fantasies," smiling to him as he held the door open for me as we left our suite.

"Never can tell," Jack replied, "let's just let the evening happen and see where it leads."

Good plan as it turned out....

As he held the door open for Mavis and I to exit the hotel first, I overheard Tony say to Jack, "We are a couple of lucky guys, Jack."

"Indeed we are," agreed my hubby.

Mavis and I exchanged looks and smiles at the comments, Mavis leaning in to say to me, sotto-voiced, "Yes, they are," bringing a chuckle to the both of us. Slipping her arm through mine, Mavis and I walked ahead of our guys towards the agreed upon restaurant.

They were from Chicago, it turned out. Tony was a CPA with his own firm and Mavis owned a chic, high-end boutique just off of the Golden Mile of the fabled city.

"I love my rich-bitch customers, don't misunderstand my rant," Mavis said after sharing some pretty funny work-place 'war stories' about her customers, "but damn, they are some spoiled cunts, pardon my French."

"Unlike you, of course," Tony chimed in with a grin.

"Yep. I'm spoiled...I admit it but you love it, baby, you know you love spoiling me," Mavis replied, following with a short kiss to her guy.

"I do," Tony sheepishly admitted.

"Hard not to indulge our lovely brides," Jack intoned with a smile to me.

Finished with an excellent dinner and our second bottle of wine, Mavis suggested that the four of us return to the hotel's lounge for a bit of drinking and dancing.

Sounded good to us, so we did.

We were able to snag the last four-top booth of the small lounge/club in the hotel, hoards of apres-ski drinkers and carousers beginning to show up now.

"C'mon Jack, show me your moves," Mavis said suddenly, grabbing Jack by the hand and leading him to the floor, "we'll show these two how to dance."

"You know that's a challenge, right?" Tony said to me.

"Yep...guess you and I are going to have to show those two what dancing is all about, Mr. Tony," I replied as I slid out of the booth and took his hand to walk to the dance floor.

Have to say that they were really good dancers, both having great rhythm and moves on the floor. The DJ kept the tempo lively, the dance floor full with gyrating bodies. We'd return to our table only long enough to slam down a sip of whatever we were drinking only to join the fray on the floor when a new tune kicked off. Finally, he threw a slow song into the mix as the four of us were leaving the floor from the latest dance, stopping us in our tracks.

"Oooooh, love this song," Mavis said, "C'mon Jack, let's go polish that belt-buckle of yours," leading Jack back to the dance floor by the hand.

Tony and I just looked to each other, smiled and returned to the dance floor as well.

He was a smooth dancer, strong hands but gentle in his grasp of mine. Half-way through the song, I snuggled up to Tony with both of my arms around his neck, our bodies close enough that I could feel his rising cock through his pants. Looking towards Jack and Mavis, they were similarly entangled on the floor, Jack's hands 'almost' on Mavis' ass, in the small of her back.

Song over, Mavis grabbed my hand when we arrived back at our table saying that she needed to go to the restroom and that I needed to go with her.

Didn't have to go but, okay.

"Oh hell no," Mavis said when we spotted the waiting line to the ladies' room, "Want to go upstairs? To my room? No waiting line there," Mavis suggested, her eyes a bit glassy from the Mojitos that she'd been downing all night.

"Maybe we ought to move the party to our room," Mavis further suggested, her eyebrow raised to me in a questioning manner.

"Yeah, sure, that works," I answered.

We returned to the table and told the guys of the change in plans and Mavis suggested that Jack and Tony should make a stop for some liquor and mixers before joining us, "That liquor store, across the street, should still be open," Mavis added.

Assuring us they would do so after they finished their newly-arrived drinks, Mavis and I headed off to the bank of elevators.

"I think your husband liked dancing with me," Mavis commented, her eyes to the side looking at me.

"Why? Did he get a hard-on when y'all slow-danced?" I asked with a grin and chuckle.

"Yeah, he did," Mavis answered, laughing with me.

"Yeah, Tony did too," I informed her which brought another bit of laughter from the both of us.

"Horn Dogs," Mavis declared with a smile.

"Very much so," I agreed, stepping into the elevator when the doors opened, Mavis following.

"Better be careful, girlfriend, I get drunk enough, I might just have to fuck your old man," Mavis quipped with a grin.

"Have at him, sweetie, he'd like that, and you won't be disappointed," I answered with a smile, "'course, you do realize that I'd have to jump your man's bones as well, don't you?" 

She just looked at me, our eyes hard on each other, both wondering if the talk was serious or playful.

I broke the ice first.

"I'm game if you are," I said to her, my voice very-matter-of-fact in tone, my smile genuine.

"If you're serious......" Mavis responded, her voice trailing off into silence.

"I am," I assured her as the door opened to their floor.

"Oooh, this will be a fun night," Mavis replied with a beaming smile. 

"Kinda' what I'm thinking," I replied with a smile, adding "always fun to play with like-minded people."

"Make my day...tell me you're pussy-friendly also," Mavis probed.

"Ooooh yeah, babycakes, have no fear about that," I replied much to her delight.

The truth of the matter was that while I'd screwed a couple of black guys when I was in college, I'd never been with a woman of color, sexually. 

Since discovering and giving in to my new-found love for the taste of pussy, I still hadn't. Mindy, Marge, Vicki, and Marni, that was my resume of pussy-eating, and they were mayonaise-white.

Didn't mean that I didn't want to though, oh hell no, I was already getting damp thinking about getting a taste of Ms. Cutie-pie Mavis.

I let Mavis use the bathroom first since she was the one that 'had to pee', taking my turn after she finished. Finished with the task, I exited the bathroom and found Mavis laying in the large king-sized bed, naked as the day she was born and smiling from ear to ear.

"Figured they might be a while," She explained, "and, I thought......." leaving the thought hanging in the air, no further explanation needed.

"Seems as if I might be a bit overdressed," I teased as I walked towards their bed, "don't you think?"

"Definitely," was her one-word reply, her eyes already stripping the clothes off of me, the fingers of one of her hands lazily tracing circles over her hard, mocha-colored nipples.

There's something about eye-fucking. 

I find it arousing, sensuous and, as the clothes fell off of my body, there was some serious eye-fucking going on between Ms. Cutie Pie and I. Crawling onto her bed, I slid easily into her arms, my hand replacing hers on her breast, her lips soft and wet as they met my own. Slowly, we both explored and tasted each other with our mouths, our tongues dancing the tango as we did so.

Ms. Cutie Pie was definitely a world-class kisser I quickly decided as my horny motor revved up. Her hand had found my breasts, her fingers tweaking and pulling at my nipples while her other hand sent shivers straight to my cunt as she traced a path up and down my back and butt.

"Mmmmmmm...ooooh yeah, babygirl, oh yeah," Mavis cooed as the lust of the moment took us for a delightful ride. Sliding my leg between hers, I felt her wetness when she squeezed her legs around my thigh which was rubbing against her pussy.

Pulling my lips from hers, I slowly explored the path to her tits, my mouth straining to swallow as much of her as I could while my tongue played over her nipples. The more I sucked on them, the wetter her pussy became as it rubbed against my leg, driving my desires even more so.

Sliding between her legs as I pushed them apart with my hands, I peeled her pussy's lips apart, marveling at the contrast of the pinkness against her darker skin. With the prize in sight, I lowered my mouth to taste her.

"Mmmmph.....mmmmmmph," I moaned and cooed or whatever you want to call it. I couldn't help it, she tasted sooooooo sweet and tangy, her juices fueling my fire.

Her hands were now on my head, her fingers gripping my hair tightly, pulling me into her humping snatch, holding me in place as her hips moved up and down against my mouth and tongue.

She had climaxed at least twice, I think, before I realized that our guys had returned and were in the room with us, watching as I gave Mavis some serious head. Their presence certainly didn't slow me down in my cunnilingus of Ms. Cutie Pie, that's for sure.

Hell, if anything, their presence only fueled my desires even more.

Feeling the added weight near the head of the bed when someone got onto the bed with us, I looked up from between Mavis's thighs to see my hubby, Jack, knee-walking towards Mavis' head as she pulled him closer with his dick in her hand. Reaching forward with her mouth, she took him deep down her throat with an animalistic groaning sound, her sucking of his cock, noisy in the room.

Lifting my ass a bit in invitation to Tony, it took him about a nano-second to slip his dick into my offered pussy. 

Was he huge? No.

But, he was thick enough and long enough to provide an extremely pleasurable fuck, and for a ridiculous long time, before he exploded his orgasm into me. Jack soon followed with his own climax which I helped Mavis clean up what she hadn't swallowed.

The only sound in the room now was the heavy breathing from the four of us fighting for air. That sound was so loud in the room that before long we were all laughing and giggling at the silliness of it all.

"I'm thirsty, baby, how 'bout you and Jack mix us all something to drink, okay?" Mavis finally said after her giggling stopped.

I crawled to lean against the headboard, next to Mavis while the boys fixed us some cocktails. After the boys rejoined Mavis and I, we all laughingly toasted our 'moment' and, I swear to God, sat around on the bed, sipping our drinks as if this was a regular, no-biggie, 'thing' between the four of us. 

"Lean back, baby, let Mavis taste some of that fine looking puss," declared Ms. Cutie Pie as she moved into position between my legs and lowered her head.

Oh yeah, Ms. Cutie Pie was pussy-eating capable, let me tell you!

And, staying with each other spouses while she ate me, I sucked Tony's cock for a scrumptiously long time before he damned near drowned me with cum. All the while, Jack was fucking Mavis from behind, his fingers tight on her fine ass as he drove hard into her. When he orgasmed, she screamed the arrival of hers as well.

Jack and I dragged our asses out of their suite around three'ish in the morning, both of us well-fucked and sucked. 

The next day was New Year's Eve and since we had slept in, we decided to hit the slopes for a couple of runs down the mountain at noon, then spend the rest of the afternoon just chilling, no plans, no schedules.

"Enjoyed last night?" Jack asked as we strolled, casually, along Aspen's festive main drag, a gentle snowfall giving the scene a 'Currier & Ives' look.

"Absolutely...what was there not to enjoy?" I answered with a smile, snuggling against his shoulder afterwards as we strolled.

"They are a fun couple, that's for sure, even without the sex," Jack agreed.

"What time did we agree to meet them tonight?" I asked, "I want to make sure I don't have to rush getting ready."

"Eight'ish, in the lobby," Jack replied.

"Wonder if they're going to want to play again tonight," I asked, mostly out of idle curiosity.

"And if they do?" Jack responded with an arched eyebrow.

"Be a shame not to take advantage of the opportunity for another go with them," I answered honestly.

"Kinda' what I was thinking," He smilingly answered as he held the door to the hotel's lobby open for me.

Happy New Year Indeed!



All in... Ch. 08



"It's beginning to rain, honey..c'mon, come with me...out of the rain, back to the car," the voice was saying, the words, a blend of white noise inside of my head.

Looking over my shoulder as I was being pulled, guided, maybe even carried by my arms, I took my last look, at least for that day, at Jack's raised final resting place in his beloved hometown of New Orleans.

He was with his parents again, his coffin having just been slid into the family vault at one of the oldest cemeteries in The Big Easy.

Heart Attack 'they' had told me on that awful night that Jack's boss and his wife knocked on my door at three in the morning.

"Heart attack? That can't be," I remember protesting, "he's only forty-two...how can it be a heart attack, there must be some mistake," the memory of those exact words fresh and clear in my mind.

There was no mistake.

Jack was gone.

Jack was not coming back to me...ever.

"Here sweetie, take these with a sip of your wine," Vicki said softly as she handed me a couple of 'mild' sedatives given to her, as a precaution. 

"Just in case," my doctor said to Vicki when he handed her the pills before we were to leave for the flight to New Orleans.

We were back at our hotel, a small boutique hotel whose brick walls were at least two hundred years old. This was Jack's favorite place to stay whenever we came to visit what little family that was left here after Hurricane Katrina butt-raped the city in '05. 

Vicki's room was right next door, close if I needed her help but mostly, private for me and my own thoughts. I was trying frantically to recover bits and pieces of the past ten days and, slowly, but surely, snippets of mind-movies would pop up in my head.

I vaguely remember being asked by Jack's boss, Hank, or was it his wife, Jan? if there was anyone they could call. I must have told them to call my assistant, Vicki, because shortly thereafter, Vicki showed up at my home and took control of my life, thank God.

From that point forward, it was a total and complete blur for me. Vicki handled everything, contacting our home office to inform them of the turn of events. The Chief Operating Officer, and my up-line boss, told Vicki to stay with me throughout the process, that they, the home office, would take care of handling things at our office for the next few weeks.

Vicki made the arrangements for a local funeral home to handle Jack's preparation for shipment and burial in New Orleans. She handled the obit for both the local paper and for posting in the New Orleans paper, made the arrangements for a local memorial service as well as the funeral mass in Louisiana's largest city.

She took care of it all, including packing for the trip, leaving nothing to chance. All I had to do was to grieve and of that, there was plenty.

"Thanks, Vicki, I don't know what I would have done without you," I said in praise of her care-taking.

"Quit it," she admonished, "its what people do for the ones they care about," shrugging off my compliment and graditude, "from this point forward, we concentrate on getting your life back on track and I'll be there to help with that as well."

Of that I had no doubt.

"Have you even thought about how much time you'll need away from the office?" She asked, switching tracks to work-stuff.

"I have...and it'll be sooner rather than later," I replied, "I need to get back to the office, sweetie, I need to get back into routine quickly otherwise I'll just stay home and cry..."

"You've done enough of that already," Vicki interrupted to say, "Jack wouldn't want that, at least, I 'think' he wouldn't."

"You're right, he wouldn't..."

We had talked of this moment, Jack and I, both declaring that if one of us were to go first that we'd want the 'other' to quickly move forward with his or her life, whichever the case. 

Talking about it was one thing but, now, the 'what if' had become a reality and a reality that I had to live with.....

Fast forward 6 months...

Life does move forward, with or without you, it's your choice, at the end of the day.

I chose to move forward.

I had returned to the office three weeks after Jack's funeral. It was a bit clumsy at first, my staff all expressing their condolences, for the second or third time in some instances, but they were heart-felt and well-meaning and I accepted them as such.

But, I'd be lying if I didn't say that I welcomed the day that mention of his passing didn't happen. It was then that I felt things had returned to 'normal'.

Except for my sex life, I was still doing without.

Oh, I had offers of sexual relief from Vicki, from Marnie, and even a call from the now, Mindy-less Bob who had 'heard' or read of Jack's passing.

To Bob, it was "Thanks, but no thanks". 

To my two GFs, it was more like "Not yet...soon, but not yet."

They understood.

They 'got it'.

But, here I was on a Friday afternoon, six months after I'd buried my husband, getting ready for a weekend in pussy-ville with a woman I had met on the 'net, in a chat room for grief victims.

Her name is Beth. She is forty-eight, looks thirty-eight, and can behave as if she's eighteen.

Our stories were similar, except for the age thing, and our chats and emails eventually led to some Skype sessions, just her and I. Phone calls followed, each interaction between us becoming more personal, more connected on so many different levels.

We met for dinner one night, last week, meeting in person for the first time in our four month relationship. I'm not sure that's the right word for whatever it was we had, but it'll suffice.

Of course I recognized her right away standing outside the restaurant, waiting for me. I approached her from behind, noticing the curvature of her ass in her skirt which hugged her hips and ass nicely. Turning as I approached, our eyes locked, hers on my smiling face, mine on her vee-necked blouse that showed an appropriate amount of freckled cleavage.

I felt a 'tingle'.

After the initial hugs of greeting were over, we nervously sat down at our table, ordered wine and proceeded to get to know each other 'in person'.

We talked, ordered dinner, neither of us lacking for something to say about anything. Dinner over, we ordered a second bottle of wine and a dessert which neither of us touched, perferring the wine and the conversation. I listened as she described what her life had been since losing her husband a little over a year ago. I listened but heard little. 

I was fantasizing.

My panties were dampening.

Beth poured us a fresh glass of wine while winding down her 'spiel'. I was ogling her cleavage, my sense of smell was being gloriously fucked by whatever her scent was, and did I mention that my panties were dampening?

"How 'bout you? How're you 'really' doing, hon?" Beth asked graciously, the question slapping me back into the real world, forcing me to leave the porno show that was going on in my mind with Beth and I.

"Doing okay," I replied honestly. 

I was. 

I was dealing with it all and had even made a quick trip back to New Orleans by myself, a month after I buried Jack, to say goodbye to him again, but privately this time.

"Being back at work has helped a ton," I added, "Nothing like the workplace to get your mind off of personal shit."

"Yeah, me too," Beth interjected, "That helped a lot, helped me find the path back to normalcy, including thinking about my sex life again...didn't realize how much I had missed that, to tell the truth."

I chuckled a bit.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"Thought I was being weird or something because I've been thinking about mine as well and I didn't know if that was right...didn't know if it was normal to get 'those' feelings again, so soon."

"I'm no expert but I think it to be normal...to be expected, especially if you'd had an active sex life before losing your partner," Beth opined.

"We had a great sex life," I averred.

"Yeah, we did too," Beth replied.

We were silent for a few moments, each lost in our own thoughts of whatever, my finger nervously tracing small circles on the the tablecloth.

"Want to get out of here?" I heard myself suddenly asking.

"Leave? Where to?" Beth responded.

"My place. I'm close...we could go to my place," I offered, my nervousness showing in my smile I thought.

Beth stared at me for quite a while before answering, our eyes locked with each other's, our smiles not leaving our faces, her mind working, mulling over my suggestion I was sure.

"Shari, are you propositioning me?" She asked bluntly, her smile now a bit wicked.

"Okay, let's go with that...yes, I'm propositioning you." I replied.

"I'm not too old for you?" She asked with raised eyebrow.

"I'm not too young for you?" I answered.

"Bring me back to my car? Tonight?" Beth asked.

"Or, in the morning," I answered.

Her smile broadened, her eyes not leaving my face as she signaled the waitress for our check...

Thinking it 'smarter' that she should follow me instead of leaving her car, we chose that option. Standing next to her at her car, I slipped my arm behind her back, pulling her gently towards me, towards my lips.

She didn't resist, she didn't flinch, she went with it, our kiss soft, gentle, her lips moist and warm, sending an electric shock to my needful snatch.

Driving the short ten minute route to my house, I kept checking the rear view mirror to make sure she was still following. While doing so, my right hand was under my skirt, my fingers brushing gently over the silk material of my panties, my 'little man' beginning to stir from the attention.

"Fix you something to drink?" I offered after entering the house from the garage, her car now parked next to mine, the garage door down and locked.

"I'll have whatever you're having," Beth replied as she followed me to the liquor cabinet in the den. Seating herself on one of the barstools, she watched as I whipped up a couple of Gin and Tonics.

"So, was that your plan when you asked me to dinner, to ply me with wine in order to have your way with me?" Beth teased when I handed the drink to her, clinking my glass against hers.

"Actually...no," I answered truthfully, "the thought of having my way with you didn't form until after I saw you standing in front of the restaurant, looking all sexy in your skirt and blouse."

"What if I had said no, that I wasn't into sex with other women?" She asked after taking a long sip of her cocktail.

"Then, I would have stopped off for fresh batteries for my vibrator, I suppose," I joked in reply.

Probably wasn't a joke though.

"You need to know something," Beth said softly, quickly downing the rest of her drink and lifting her glass towards me in a silent request for another. Finishing my drink quickly, I took hers from her and began the process.

"What's that? What is it that I 'need' to know?" handing her a fresh drink afterwards.

"The last man I had sex with was my husband," Beth informed me, "and when I decided it was time to indulge my need for sex again after his death, it was with another woman...and then, another...then another."

"And?" I queried.

"And before that, I would have said I was 'Bi' but now I'm questioning whether or not, at some point, that I've slipped from 'Bi' to full-blown 'Lez'," she explained further.

"I understand your quandry, Beth, but I don't see your problem...you like to make love with other women...so do I. I love it!! It is what it is and, for that, I don't apologize or question it," I said in final comment on her revelation.

"Follow me, sweetie," I said, taking her hand in mind, "let's go fuck!"

"Let's do, indeed," Beth replied as she allowed herself to be led down the hallway to my bedroom...

Beth stands five-eight'ish to my five-five'ish; One thirty-ish to my one-ten and a most excellent set of knockers! Well-formed, real, not store-bought and oh-so-sensitive to the 'touch'.

I found this out as I took my time undressing Beth, both of us standing next to my bed. Kissing her soft skin as I pulled clothing from her body, her breathing deepened, her hands running through my hair, fondling and caressing my breasts through my blouse as she became more excited.

But when I slipped her bra from her arms, letting it fall to the floor, and leaned in to suck her nipple between my lips, her hands gripped my hair tightly, almost hurtful, her breathing changing to a low, gutteral growl.

"Oh God....bite me...please, bite them, harder, please harder," her voice begged as I nipped and bit on her breasts while sliding her panties down her long, toned legs.

Pushing her so that she was forced to sit on my bed, her feet on the floor, I quickly kneeled between her legs, both of my hands quickly above my head to fondle her tits while my face found its trimmed target. Laying onto her back, she placed her hands over mine, fondling and feeling herself along with me while opening her legs to allow my face and tongue to have free access to her now-wet and slick, pussy.

"Yesssssss......oh lordy....yesss!" Beth's voice cooed when I slipped my lips over her clit and began sucking on it as if it were a 'mini-dick'. Her hands, once again, gripped my hair tightly, her breathing rapidly becoming louder and louder.

For my part, the sweet and tangy taste of her pussy was making my stomach do flip-flops, her scent of arousal driving me into a feeding frenzy, her taste exciting me beyond belief.

Was it because it had been so long since I had had a sexual encounter?

Probably.

Didn't matter, though, I went with it, went with it all, the only objective for me, now, to get her off so that she could then 'do' me. A bit selfish of me, no doubt, but I was letting her get her rocks first, wasn't I? 

That has to count for something, I reasoned.

Slipping two fingers into her humping snatch, I took a page from Marnie's playbook and thrust them deep into her, to the last knuckles of my hand as I greedily munched and sucked on her most excellent forty-eight year-old pussy. 

Her climax came quickly after I began fingering her, her cries of release and pleasure loud, filling my bedroom with the sounds of satisfaction. Quickly recovering from her first orgasm, Beth pulled my mouth tighter to her pussy as her hips squirmed and bucked against my face, allowing her to grab two or three-I don't know, I lost count-more climaxes.

"Oh baby, oh God.....," she cooed when I removed my fingers from her cunt, her hands grabbing mine so that she could suck and lick her own juices from my slick fingers.

With one last, long, sucking of my fingers, Beth pulled me from my knees and literally threw me onto the bed, onto my back. Frantically, her fingers flew to the buttons and snaps of my blouse and skirt, the garments flying from my body to the floor, bed-rail, and in the case of my bra, onto a nightstand lamp's shade. 

All the while that Beth was stipping me of my clothes, she kissed me deeply, her tongue freely exploring my wet, warm mouth. Sucking on her tongue hungrily, I was fingering her, sliding my juice-slicked finger up her ass-crack, the tip of my finger 'teasing' her puckered hole.

Her response to that was to widen her knee-stance a bit to make it easier for me to do so. And when I slipped the tip of my finger into her ass-hole, she drove her tongue so deep into my throat that I thought I would choke.

But I didn't...I DID suck on her tongue as if it was an eight-inch, thick cock though, that's what I did.

And she liked that, liked it a lot.

Pulling her mouth from mine, Beth gazed down at me with glazed eyes and a lustful smile, her breathing coming in hard, loud gasps. Swinging her leg over my head which put her and I into a sixty-nine position, she widened her knees which pulled her puckered hole a bit wider.

Lowering her head between my legs, Beth's mouth and tongue were quickly working magic on my sopping-wet pussy. Raising my head until my mouth was on her slick snatch, I began eating her while slipping my finger into her ass-hole at the same time.

As it was with Marge-the only other older woman that I had fucked-Beth knew how to eat pussy! Don't get me wrong here, both Vicki and Marnie are excellent lovers but, Beth KNEW how to eat pussy!

Hey! It is what it is!

Beth dragged her well-eaten cunt from my home at around two the next morning, an early morning conference call the reason that she needed to go back to her place.

"You understand don't you?" She pleaded as she put her skirt and blouse back on.

"Yes, I do, I'm a working girl too, remember?" I assured her.

"What are you doing this weekend?" She asked further, sitting next to my sex-wet nakedness on my bed.

"Nothing planned, why? Want to fuck me again?" I joked in response.

I wasn't joking, of course.

"Well, yes, of course I do, but that's not the reason I'm asking," she replied with a grin, "Would you like to spend the weekend with me at our place, my place, up in the foothills?"

"That sounds nice...yeah, I would," I quickly accepted.

Thus, the plans were made for me to pick her up at her place on Friday afternoon and to head up to the hills for some serious fucking.

Putting the down the garage door after she had backed out, I closed the door to the garage, the memory of our long, deep good-bye kiss still fresh on my lips.

Padding down the hallway back to my bedroom, I suddenly flashed Vicki and Marnie, quickly paranoid that my first fuck after burying my husband wasn't with either of them.

Nonsense. They would understand, I hopefully reasoned to myself.

So, why do I feel like I'm cheating on them? 



All in... Ch. 09



I fucked Beth on Tuesday evening.

Wednesday afternoon, just as I was clearing my desk to go home, I called my assistant/lover, Vicki, into my office.

"Close the door," I said when she entered.

"Yes ma'am?" Vicki asked about being called into my office. 

Ever the professional at work.

"Have you any plans for this evening?" I asked as I closed my laptop's case.

"No ma'am," she replied with a curious look on her face.

"I'll be over at seven." I said, sotto-voiced, as I walked past her and opened the door of my office to leave.

"Yes ma'am," Vicki replied, a hint of gladness in her tone.

Ever the professional at work.

I was at her door at seven and in her bed by seven-oh-five. Our path to her bedroom could be followed by the trail of clothing along the way. I smothered her with kisses and touches, satisfying for her, indulging my need to make love to her, for me.

After countless orgasms, she literally begged to eat me, her pleas genuine and wanton, and of course, I let her do so. Afterwards, we lay tangled in each other's arms, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

That's when I told her of Beth. 

And, as it was when I told her of my first fling with Marnie, she became aroused which led to more great sex for her and I.

One down, one to go.

"Marnie, I could use your help if you're not busy," I said when she answered her cell on Thursday afternoon.

"Be right there," was her terse reply, hanging up afterwards. A few minutes later I heard the back-yard gate open and shut, followed by the sound of Marnie's footfalls on my decking.

"They're out to dinner with friends," Marnie announced, referring to her aunt and uncle with whom she lived, "I left a note for them that I'd be late, that I went out with some friends who picked me up."

"Good, I was hoping we'd have some time to enjoy each other," I said/suggested, "interested?"

Marnie's answer was to start the walk to my bedroom, shedding clothes along the way, her tight, toned nineteen-year old body, never looking so good to me as it did in that moment.

We spent the next three hours eating and fucking each other almost raw. Taking turns with my strap-on, she and I damned near wore out our pussies fucking each other with it. Exhausted, I took off the belt and threw the dildo to the floor, falling across Marnie afterwards.

"I've missed our afternoon quickies," She said to me as she stroked my sweat-wet hair, nibbling on my ears and neck at the same time.

"Me too, baby," I honestly replied, "I've missed you too, baby," I continued, "and I need to tell you something." 

And then, I told her about fucking Beth a couple on nights earlier. I told her of my plans for the weekend with Beth, at her place in the foothills.

"Can I go?" She asked after I was through.

"With Beth and I? This weekend?"

"Yeah. Uncle Frank and aunt Jen are going to a trade-show or some shit like that, so that's not an issue," Marnie explained, "I think spending a weekend in the foothills is a great idea, and" she teased, "you know how much fun I can be in threesomes."

"You're fun all the time, sweetie," I said before placing my mouth over her small titty to suck and lick, "But, I don't even know if Beth is into that...she might not be," returning my mouth to her thick nipple to suck on some more.

"Can't hurt to ask, can it?" Marnie replied as she pushed me towards her playpen of a pussy so that I could eat her one more time.

"Suppose not," I replied just before wrapping my mouth over her already well-eaten and well-fucked cunt.

Beth thought the idea a grand one.

"I've had threesomes before, so that's not new," She explained over the phone to me, "but, I've never had sex with anyone as young as your friend Marnie...actually, kinda' gets me all tingly thinking about it," she chuckled.

"Tingly is what she does best," I informed my newest bed-mate, "she's young but, damn, she's good."

"Good works," Beth replied with a cheerful lilt, "See y'all tomorrow," ending the call.

Hanging up the phone, I stared down at Marnie who had been nibbling on my pussy while I talked with Beth.

"Good to go, lover," I said to my nineteen-year old neighbor, my fingertips tracing a line across her brow, moving her short hair to the side.

Looking up from between my thighs, Marnie just smiled...

The introductions went smoothly when Marnie and I showed up, on time, at Beth's. Hugs were exchanged and Beth couldn't seem to stop from touching me, fooling with my hair, that kind of thing. Beth was definitely a 'hugger' I'd decided.

Beth was dressed in shorts and tee, as were Marnie and I, not a bra being worn by any of us judging from the perky nipples that Beth's air conditioning caused.

"Damn, you keep it cold in here, girl," I chided.

"Yeah, I know but it's only because I'm turning it off for the weekend and I don't want the house to heat up too much," She explained.

Marnie just smiled at the two of us, her eyes dancing between us.

"What?" I smilingly asked.

"You two are cute together," Marnie observed, "and I'm going to have a good time this weekend...that's what I was thinking, why I was smiling."

"I like her already," Beth said playfully, pulling Marnie to her in a hug that, at five-foot-nothing, caused Marnie's head to sorta' smash against Beth's lovely rack.

Pulling her head back so that she could look up to Beth's face, Marnie chuckled, saying, "If you like me now, you'll love me by tomorrow morning," her grin lasciviously skewed.

"I like your bluntness," Beth admitted with a smile.

"Me too," Marnie agreed, punctuating her statement with a 'soft' bite of Beth's hardened nipple through her tee, which left a ring of wetness on Beth's tee and a smile on Beth's lips.

Beth's place in the hills was about a three hour drive from the city which would have us arriving after dark.

"I've called ahead to the property management company so that they could have the place ready for us," Beth explained from the back seat of her large SUV as I drove to the interstate that would take us up and up into the mountains. I asked to drive. I like driving, Beth doesn't, so problem averted.

"They'll air it out, check that all is well and working and even have the fridge loaded with the shopping list of supplies that I gave them," She explained further.

"Good deal," I exclaimed, "Hope you had wine on your list," I joked further.

"Absolutely...you okay with wine, Marnie?" Beth asked/answered.

"I am...wine, beer, Vodka...it's all good," my teenaged neighbor replied, turning in the passenger seat to smile back to Beth, her smile a bit leery, I thought.

Looking into the rearview mirror of Beth's car, I could see that Beth was exchanging eye-fucks with Marnie. Smiling to myself, I felt a tingle to my snatch thinking of how these two were already getting ramped up for some serious sexual playtime.

We stopped to eat at a roadside diner about an hour out of the city, all of us choosing to eat light, the sexual energy between us becoming palatable as time passed at the dinner table.

"Mind if I sit in the back with you?" Marnie asked Beth as the two of them trailed behind me on the walk back to the car after we'd eaten.

"I'd love the company," Beth replied flirtingly, adding, "would you mind, Shari?"

"As long as the two of you don't get us arrested for public indecency, I'd don't care what you do," I joked in response.

"Promise to make it up to you," Marnie proclaimed as we reached the car, sliding her hand up my tee from behind, reaching for and cupping a breast with her small hand, "Won't we, Beth?"

"Sounds like a promise to me," Beth replied as she slid across the large backseat of her SUV while I got behind the wheel to drive us to the cabin.

"Just follow the directions of the GPS...." Beth's words cut off by Marnie's mouth suddenly on hers just as I started up the car.

Adjusting the rearview mirror so that I could 'watch' the action as I drove, I smiled broadly as I joined the interstate traffic, Marnie and Beth oblivious to all else other than their kissing and fondling of each other as I did so.

I didn't really mind driving and letting them have some fun, I really didn't. Kinda' gave me some 'me time', allowing me to think about things.

Things like 'What the Fuck now, Sherlock'?

Where do I take my life now? I remember thinking about three months after Jack passed. Stay working? Didn't really need to if I didn't want to, thanks to Jack and I's financial planning...Find another husband? Become a permanent resident of Pussyville?

It had only been six months...I had a lot of shit going on in my head, not to mention that my hormones returned with a vengence, making me horny damned near all the time since Beth and I had fucked earlier in the week.

Body trying to catch up on missed orgasms, I reasoned unrealistically.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmph, oh damn, damn....oh GODDAMN!" Beth suddenly cried. Glancing into my re-positioned rearview mirror, I saw that Marnie had gotten Beth out of her shorts and panties, leaned her against the seat/door and had just given her a world-class pussy-eating.

Marnie IS a world-class pussy eater....I should ask her, sometime, about her first time with a girl, you know, that kind of shit.

"Take exit 298 B in one mile, stay right," intoned the electronic British bitch's voice from the GPS system.

"Tidy up ladies, we're heading up into the hills," I called to my half-naked lady-friends in the back seat, "probably wouldn't be a bad idea to put your clothes back on...at least for a little while," I joked further.

"Ooooh Shari, this was so the right idea to bring Marnie with us," Beth cooed from the back seat as she struggled to get back into her shorts, her panties having already gone into her handbag.

"Got to earn my keep, don't I?" Marnie chuckled, agreeing with Beth. Leaning forward, between the buckets, Marnie reached around from behind me, saying, "Here babe, try some of this," sliding two fingers between my lips and into my mouth.

"Mmmmmm, oh yeah, that definitely passes the taste test," I teased after sucking Beth's juices from Marnie's fingers.

"Marnie wants to try a little kink," Beth suddenly dropped into the conversation.

Say what?

"Kink?" I asked, turning to face Marnie in the other corner of the back seat as she slid into her own shorts.

"Yeah, tie me up, make me your bitch....use me. Need me to write out a script?" Marnie confirmed.

"Beth? Ever do that before? You know, bondage or that stuff?" I queried, sliding my eyes to look at Beth in the mirror.

"Some...we'll talk," was the mysterious reply, hinting at much but revealing nothing.

Hello.

"Jack tied me up one time," I suddenly blurted out, surprising myself when it rolled from my brain to my mouth. Oh well, can't go into reverse now, I remember thinking.

"Oh?" was Marnie's comment.

"He tied me up then made love to me along with a close male friend of ours," I lied. He was no close male friend. He was a guy that Jack and I picked up in a bar one night and, lucky for me, just happened to have a donkey-sized dick.

Silence.

"You and Jack were swingers?" Beth asked, her face in the mirror skewed in question.

"Yeah, we were, Beth, and Jack wasn't ashamed of it and neither am I. We had a lot of fun during the time we were in the lifestyle, and I don't apologize for it," I said with firmness.

Marnie stayed quiet with a smirk on her lips.

"Oh, I'm not judging, sweetie, believe me...living in glass houses and all that, I'm not judging," Beth quickly spoke up, "We should compare war stories some time," she added just as I turned onto the county road that would lead us to Beth's Shangri-la.

Oh yeah, this will be one fine fucking weekend I thought then, and I would be right as it turned out...


Like a pair of jackals on a gazelle I remember thinking as Beth and Marnie continued their sexual assault of me that first night. 

I was the last to shower and get into some sleep gear, though I really didn't expect to be in it long. I mean, we did come up here to play, right?

Beth had poured us all some more wine after I sat down, finishing the second bottle, and, Marnie being Marnie, she fired up a 'fatboy' after checking with Beth about smoking weed.

Turned out, she did.

We were seated out on the deck, the moonlit view of the valley below, mesmerizing, the air, refreshingly cool.

"Any ideas on sleeping arrangements?" Beth asked after taking another hit from the circulating joint, her words slow and over-pronounced. Clearly, I remember thinking, the wine and weed are producing the desired effect.

"I don't take up much space...we could all sleep in your big-assed California King," Marnie suggested.

"That'd work for me," I averred.

"Done." Beth confirmed, adding, "Its been a while...is this shit suppose to make you super-horny?" referring, of course, to the weed.

"It can, why?" Marnie replied with a snarky little smile on her face.

"I need to fuck...now. Who's up for some serious pussy-eating?" Beth proclaimed/asked, standing, then walking towards her bedroom just off the deck, a 'wee' bit unsteadily it appeared.

"Wait for me...I want some," announced Marnie, getting up from her deck chair to follow Beth.

Hmmph, I mused, two bottles of wine already finished, a fat-assed doobie of some really incredible ganja smoked, and an invite to eat pussy...what to do, what to do? I wondered for a nano-second.

"Hang on, don't start without me," I cried, springing from my deck chair quickly.

They didn't.

That first night, Friday, was a night of playful, wine & weed-fueled, sex for the three of us. Daisy-chaining, butt-licking, titty-sucking was the play of choice that evening, and it lasted long into the night. Beth and Marnie made good on their promise to 'make it up to me' for driving so that they could fool around in the back seat of the SUV.

Sated of sexual desires, exhausted from the drive and the play, the three of us fell asleep in Beth's bed, Marnie snuggled between Beth and I.

The Kink? Oh no, that would wait until Saturday evening...

SATURDAY...

It took two pots of strong coffee on Saturday morning to bring the three of us into the real world, chasing the hangovers away. Surprisingly, the three of us found that we could also work as a well-oiled machine when it came to preparing breakfast.

Breakfast eaten, showers taken, we jumped back into the car for a quick trip into the turn-of- the-century old mining town a few miles down the hills. Flatlanders drove here for shopping, perusing of antiques and the like, soaking up the ambiance of what once was, leaving the city behind.

I'm pretty sure we hit every store at least once, the three of us laughing, joking with each other all the while. Marnie openly flirted with a 'youngish' gal at one of the stores, amusing to Beth and I as we looked around the shop, the gal seemingly liking Marnie's bold remarks and flirts.

"Pretty sure she's not legal, Marnie," Beth said in a low voice when we left the store to find another to shop.

"Yeah, I know, but still, I like to flirt, see if I can get them all hot and bothered," Marnie replied with a smirk.

"Do you have any younger gals, you know, around your age, as girlfriends?" Beth asked as we casually strolled and window shopped.

"Don't much like fooling with younger chicks, too many fucking head-games. Much prefer older chicks I found, after my first time with one," Marnie replied.

"And here, I thought I was your first cougar," I joked.

"You're not my first, but you are the first that I wanted repeats with," Marnie replied with a sweet smile, "No offense, Beth."

"None taken, sweetcheeks...we've just met, I get it," Beth replied, pulling Marnie to her in a small hug.

"Shall we head back to the cabin," I suggested/asked, "crank up the hottub, grill some steaks..."

"Eat some pussy? Play with toys?" Marnie interjected.

"That too," I laughingly agreed...


If I learned anything from living with Jack, it was how to properly season and grill steaks. I took care of the food, Beth took care of the wine, and Marnie, well, Marnie was being Marnie.

"Damn, that was seriously good," Beth exclaimed when that last piece of meat slid down her throat.

"Second that," chimed Marnie.

"Thank you, ladies, and the company was exceptional," I teased.

"Hottub on?" questioned Marnie.

"It is, and it's probably ready when we are," confirmed Beth. 

Unlike mine which is on my deck, Beth's hottub was a sunken affair in a corner of their-oops, I mean, her-huge master bedroom, positioned to view out of the sliding doors to the deck.

"Another glass of Cab, first?" I suggested.

"Or, how 'bout we pop that bottle of bubbly I put chilling and sip some Champagne in the tub," Beth countered.

"Or that," I surrendered...

"Marnie, sit between us," Beth said just before we entered the tub. It wasn't what she said as much as how she said it. Her tone was a bit...not harsh, more like, 'hard', a bit hard, with an edge to it.

Marnie sorta' tilted her head and squinted her eyes at Beth, as if she was trying to figure out something. 

"You heard me, bitch," Beth said, almost with a sneer this time.

Wow.

This time Marnie smiled quickly then, dropping the smile from her face, she lowered her head and meekly stepped into the tub first, turning to help us both in afterwards.

"Pour us some Champagne, bitch and don't spill a drop, if you do, I'll have to punish you, understand?" Beth commanded after first roughly grabbing Marnie by the chin, her grasp so tight that it was showing red marks instantly.

"Yes ma'am," Marnie meekly answered, then doing as she was told to do.

I got it.

Accepting the offered flute from Marnie, Beth nodded to me, indicating that I was next to be served. Marnie complied and was given permission to have a flute of the bubbly herself.

I was morphing into a viewer of performance art, seeing this 'play' from that viewpoint. And it was fascinating.

And, to my shame, hot...I found it to be very hot.

"On your knees, bitch," Beth suddenly said to Marnie, pushing her down with a hand on top of Marnie's head, pushing her hard, almost sinking her head under the water of the hottub.

I remembered wondering if Beth even remembered that I was here, hearing all of this, watching all of this. Beth's demeanor was so convincing, I began to wonder just what she had meant when she said that she's had 'some' experience with kink.

Pulling Marnie's head towards her raised crotch just above the water line, Beth hissed, "Eat me, bitch and when you're finished with me, you'll eat Shari, got it?"

"Yes ma'ammmmmph," Marnie attempted to reply but was cut off by Beth's pussy slamming hard against Marnie's mouth.

I stared at Marnie's bobbing head and Beth's humping pussy, stared hard and got soooo fucking turned on. I wanted so badly to be on the receiving end of that mouth right then that I ached.

"Raise your ass, bitch, raise it so Shari can play with you...but, don't you dare cum...not until I tell you to, understand?" 

Nodding her head to reply yes, Marnie caused Beth to pop her nuts that first time, Beth's moans sounding more like groans.

Slipping to kneel behind Marnie's upraised ass, I slipped a finger into her pussy just as I trailed my tongue across her puckered hole. Removing my finger from her pussy, I slipped it into her asshole while reaching around to play with her titties with my other hand.

All the while, Marnie kept munching away on Beth's humping pussy while Beth held onto Marnie's head with fistfuls of hair. 

"Mmmmm....ooooooh," moans and groans of varying degrees filled the room, the sound erotic and primal.

Suddenly stopping after her last orgasm, Beth pulled her pussy from Marnie's mouth, saying, "Dry us, bitch, dry us and get in the bed, on your knees, hands behind your back."




All in... Ch. 09



Marnie complied, her subserveance so real that I wondered where the play stopped and the reality began for her.

With Marnie on her knees in the bed, Beth returned from her walk-in closet holding a few scarves in one hand and a strap-on rig in the other. Throwing the strap-on to me, she said firmly, "Put this on while I tie up our little bitch."

Roughly, Beth then tied Marnie's hands behind her back, giving her nineteen-year old ass a hard smack afterwards, leaving a hand-print on Marnie's ass-cheek.

"Again...please, slap me again," Marnie's voice pleaded, her tone soft and wanton.

Beth did so, each seemingly a bit harder than the previous, Marnie's ass becoming beet-red with hand-prints.

Climbing onto the bed first, Beth suddenly flipped Marnie onto her back, her arms and hands secured and behind her. Simply nodding to me to join her, we put Marnie between us, the long, thick faux-cock bobbing in front of the strap-on that I was now wearing.

Following Beth's example, I began sucking and biting on Marnie's itty-bitty, almost-not-there titty, while Beth did the same to the other. Marnie's voice cooed and moaned her pleasure and pain from what we were doing to her tits, her eyes closed, her teeth chewing on her own lips as we did so.

Suddenly, Beth flipped her leg over Marnie's head and lowered her pussy to Marnie's mouth, saying to me over her shoulder as she did so, "Fuck her...fuck her hard, make the little bitch cum."

I did exactly that, slipping the huge dildo into Marnie's young pussy and fucking her with it as if there was no tomorrow. It was almost an out-of-body feeling for me, almost as if I was watching it all happen while participating in it, finding that I was really 'into' it, really enjoying this domination over Marnie.

"Cum, you little bitch, let yourself cum now," Beth commanded as she roughly held onto Marnie's head with a fistful of short hair, grinding her pussy roughly against Marnie's mouth and tongue.

Marnie's cry of orgasm was muffled by Beth's grinding pussy on her mouth but loud anyway, the teenager's hips thrusting against my thrusts as I slammed the play-dick into her pussy. Two? Three? I don't really remember but when Beth thought it enough, she commanded Marnie to stop and Marnie did.

"Take it off, take off the dildo, give it to Marnie," Beth suddenly commanded when lifting her well-eaten snatch from Marnie's red-ringed mouth, Beth's juices smeared all over Marnie's lips.

Untying Marnie's hands from behind her back, Beth became suddenly soft and tender as she smothered Marnie's face and body with gentle kisses, cooing as she did so.

"Up there, Shari, sit against the headboard and spread your legs for me," Beth said as she positioned herself between my legs to eat me, lifting her ass high into the air with her knees on the bed.

"Fuck me Marnie, fuck me in the ass," Beth commanded as Marnie positioned herself behind Beth's upturned twat. Looking into Marnie's face from my vantage point, I saw the smile creep across her lips and her eyes glaze over when she heard those words.

It was so fuuccccking hot watching Marnie fuck Beth's ass with the toy as Beth gave me one of the best pussy-eatings I'd ever had. Marnie's hands gripped Beth's hips tightly as she increased her thrusts of the dildo into Beth's asshole, each seemingly harder and longer, Marnie's eyes shut tightly, her teeth biting on the corner of her lips, the enjoyment showing, clearly, on her face.

Oh hell no, I don't know how many climaxes I had from that session but it was plenty, that I can tell you. It was long into the night and following morning that the three of us fucked and sucked each other, none of us, seemingly, wanting it to end.

But, end it did, and as it was on Friday night, the three of us fell asleep in Beth's sex-ravaged bed, the smell of orgasms and sex heavy in the air, Marnie coiled up between Beth and I.

And, on Sunday? 

We rested, all three of us walking around 'gingerly' because of sore pussies and assholes, and snarky little smiles on all of our faces. Once again, the three of us worked together in the kitchen and managed to fashion a simply scrumptious brunch, Marnie's omelets the hit of the meal.

We hit the road for the drive home around two that afternoon, Beth falling asleep almost immediately after I hit the interstate for the three-hour drive back to the city.

Marnie was up front, with me, quiet and somewhat reflective I thought at the time.

"What's up, kiddo, you seem pensive," I asked out of genuine concern.

"Nah, I'm okay, just thinking about some things, that's all," she replied.

"Well, you know if you need to talk, I'm always available for you," I offered.

"Yeah, I know, and I appreciate it."

More silence except for the XM Margaritaville channel playing low in the background.

"They won't be flying home until tomorrow night," Marnie said all of a sudden. 'They' being her aunt and uncle, my neighbors.

"Oh? Want to do something tonight after we get home? Go out and grab a bite or something?" I suggested.

"Or something," Marnie answered simply.

Of course I tied the little bitch up...she asked me to. 



All in... Ch. 10



"It was after I moved here to live with aunt Jen and uncle Frank," Marnie said in answer to my question, "I had a birthday party and Megan, from across the street, spent the night with me."

"Megan? Megan Childs?" I sought to clarify. I had asked Marnie who her 'first' was, not expecting it to be my across-the-street neighbor's daughter, little Miss Oh-So-Prissy.

"Good pussy, by the way, but waaaay too many fucking head-games with that crazy bitch," Marnie clarified further,"and, looking back on it now, I'd bet that I wasn't Megan's first taste of pussy."

Marnie and I were lounging on my back deck, she having come over on the pretense to use my computer, since theirs, next door, was down. Her aunt had called and said that they were going to run out for a bite, did Marnie want to come with them?

"No aunt Jen, just bring me back something, Okay? I really need to finish this paper," hanging up and inserting a flash-drive into a port, then pressing a key on the computer which started the printer.

"Paper finished," Marnie smirked.

"Megan was my first but I had been thinking about it long before I did anything about it," Marnie said further with no prompting from me, almost as if she 'needed' to say more.

"Guess I 'knew' when I was much younger and started getting funny feelings about some of my friends, knowing that I liked some of them a bit too much, if you know what I mean."

"I do. My first was when I was in college and I've always blamed it on the drinking we did that night, my roomie and I....but, I knew, I knew that I liked it maybe a bit too much, that maybe I 'wanted' it to happen," I confessed, and yes, it is good for the soul.

"I could blame the first time on drink, but not the second or third or the rest of the semester," I confessed further.

"First cougar?" I playfully asked. Hey, if she was dishing, I was listening.

"An art teacher at the college...took private lessons, one summer," Marnie quickly answered, then asked, "What about you? First cub?" Marnie vollied.

"You, babycakes, you were my first taste of almost-underaged pussy," I answered honestly.

"Speaking of which..." Marnie said with a leery smirk. Getting up from the deck chair, she walked confidently towards my bedroom, her tee being pulled off of her body as she did so. She didn't even ask, she just assumed that I'd want to fuck her.

Of course, she was right...

They threw me a hell of a going away party. 

It was coming up on a year since Jack died and after much soul-searching, many hours on the computer doing 'what-if' scenarios with my finances, I had decided that at thirty-four, I would retire. 

From work, not from life.

I had recommended Vicki as the logical person to handle the office and that she should be my replacement, not some unknown entity. The suits above me listened and, they agreed, awarding Vicki the position.

Interestingly enough, from the moment she bagged the promotion, her attitude towards me cooled, froze one might say. No longer was she sticking her nose up my ass at the office or burying her face in my pussy in bed.

That was okay. A bit disappointing but okay...I get it. She played the game well and for that, I salute her.

Lesson learned, though.

The other thing I had figured out during the past year? I was pretty sure that I would remain a resident of Pussyville. 

I had even tried out a few men during the past year, more of a test for me than anything else. I sucked my last cock exactly four months ago, at a New Years Eve party at the swingers club. It was good. I was fucked royally that night by a few of the guys and sucked a few cocks. All in all, not a bad way to say farewell to that part of my life.

But, at the end of the day, I truly desired women above all else. I still had Marnie, my now-twenty year-old neighbor gal as a regular sex partner. Beth and I got together quite frequently, with and without Marnie, mostly just she and I but, occasionally, with another friend of hers.

And I started going to a downtown Lez Bar to meet chicks and pick up pussy.

Women above all else, remember?

I don't want to say that I frequented the Lez lounge a 'lot' but whenever I walked in these days I was greeted with "Regular, Shari, or are you drinking something different tonight?"

I had found out during the past few months that Tuesdays and/or Wednesdays were great for meeting chicks that were in town for business reasons. Fridays were great for meeting younger-but legal- little pussies, college chicks and the like. And believe it or not, for whatever reasons, Thursdays, during the day, was prime time to hook up with married women before their kiddos came home from school.

"You going to the bar tonight?" Marnie asked between licks of my snatch.

"Thinking about it, why?" I cooed in reply, my hips moving against her mouth and tongue.

"Bring me something to eat, something for us to play with," was Marnie's not-kidding response.

Oh yeah...Marnie was now living with me, in my home. Her uncle was promoted and transferred to another city, having to move for the promotion. Marnie explained to her uncle and aunt that she wanted to go to school here, where she had started college. Much hand wringing and fretting but Jen and Frank were okay with her living with me and going to school here.

Of course, if they knew that she and I were banging each other, I'm guessing they wouldn't have been so thrilled about it.

"Any particular flavor?" I teased, my bell almost ready to be rung by Marnie's Magic Mouth.

"Nah, you know what I like," Marnie replied, "surprise me."

Lift off...damn but that girl can eat pussy.

"Mmmmmph...mmmmmoooohhh, damn...damn," Her voice cooed, the words muffled my by mouth on hers as I pressed her against the wall of the hallway that led to the bathrooms of the club.

We had been dancing for a couple of hours and drinking together at a shared table. Her name was Su, she was in town on business for a couple of days and she likes women, which is why she was at the club, duh!

"Come on, sweetie, ride with me...I'll bring you back to your rental," I coaxed, so hot for her that I thought I would burst.

"Promise?" She panted, wrapping her lips around mine afterwards, her tongue crawling down my throat.

"I promise that me and my live-in bitch will give you the night of your life," I said, my hand clutching her boob through her blouse feverishly.

"Okay....let's go...now," She suddenly said, her eyes fucking mine hard. We practically ran out of the club to my car.

"Just relax, baby, let momma play with you while I drive us home," I said soothingly as I slipped my hand down her, now, unbuttoned slacks, my fingers reaching for her pussy.

"Oh shit, that feels good, that feels soooo fucking good," Su moaned, her thighs squeezing my hand tightly as I rubbed her.

"On the way home, sweetie," I said to Marnie, using the blue-tooth device of my Beemer, "hope you like Chinese for dinner," I joked while Su just humped my hand with her eyes closed, her hands holding mine in place...

"She looks so young," Su panted in reference to Marnie, of course, who was on her knees, between Su's legs, eating Su's pussy for all she was worth.

Su was sitting on the couch of my den, her legs spread wide for Marnie while I lay across her stomach sucking on her perky Asian tits.

"Does that bother you? That she looks so young? She's almost twenty-one, but if it bothers you, I can get her to stop...just say the word," I commented, returning to suck on her tits afterwards.

"God no! No way, don't make her stop," Su replied as she moved her hand between my legs, sliding two fingers quickly into my snatch.

"Ooooh, ooooooh damn," Su cooed louder as she approached orgasm. The closer she came, the harder she fingered me, bringing me sooooo damn close a couple of time.

"Aaaaaaaaah....oooooh fuck!" Su screamed when it happened for her, her hand pulling Marnie's face hard against her humping pussy.

Marnie noisly slurped Su's juices, guttaral moans coming from her muffled mouth. Slowly, she eased her mouth from Su's well-eaten cunt, standing after a short while, then turning towards her bedroom.

"Come fuck me," Marnie commanded. Looking to each other, Su and I followed.

Marnie had me tie her to the bed, hands above the head, legs spread wide and tied to the bed. She already had the strap-on out when we joined her in the bedroom. Commanding Su to put on the dildo, she then asked me to sit on her face.

"First, my pussy, fuck my pussy," Marnie instructed Su, "then my ass, I want you to fuck me in the asmmmph," the last word in her mouth muffled by my oh-so-needful cunt on her face.

Su did as asked, fucking Marnie's cunt enough to get the dildo lubed, then lifting Marnie's ass off the bed with her hands, Su positioned the head of the dildo at Marnie's asshole.

Applying pressure with her hips, keeping the tip at the puckered hole, Su started sliding the dildo up Marnie's ass. All the while, of course, I was getting off, one after the other, as my little young GF ate me oh-so-wonderfully, while Su slammed Marnie's ass increasingly harder.

And when Marnie orgasmed, I'm sure her scream could be heard down the block.

As promised, I drove Su back to her car at the club, taking the long way so that Su could properly eat Ms. Marnie's sweet, young snatch in the back seat of my beemer. Kissing us both goodnight, morning, really, Su slipped a business card in my hand and left us. After making sure her car started and she drove off, I began the drive back to my house.

"You okay, honey?" I asked out of concern, "Did she hurt you?"

"Not enough," was Marnie's short, cryptic reply...

The next couple of weeks were uneventful, well, at least for us, it was uneventful. Marnie attended her classes dutifully, I dinked around a few self-investment sites, gaining confidence as I did, and made up some what-if spreadsheets on a few stocks I had been watching for a while.

Periodically, Marnie would bring a gal home that was closer in age to her. Most times I got to share in the fuckfest, sometimes, not. I did think, however, that I was starting to get into the 'young pussy thing' just a weeee bit too much, ya' know? I mean, nineteen and twenty year-olds are legal and all that but still, I found the ten to fifteen year age difference between them and me, well, intoxicating.

I was in my home-office working some numbers one afternoon when I heard the rumble of Marnie's Boss Mustang pulling into the garage. Returning to my computer screen, I half-listened for Marnie to enter but heard nothing. Thinking that a bit strange, I walked to the door that led into the garage, opening it slowly.

The reason I hadn't heard Marnie come in was that she was still in her car, her arms wrapped around a little chickadee from her college as they smooched it up. Smiling to myself, I silently closed the door and returned to my office, a little tingling-action going on between my legs.

"What'cha doing?" Marnie asked.

"Shit! You scared me!" I cried with my heart in my throat. It was true. I had forgotten, almost, about Marnie and her friend and didn't hear them walk in from the garage.

"Sorry," she giggled, then pulling her friend into the doorway, she said, "Shari, this is Jo...she's in my Art History class at school."

Jo and I exchanged greetings and the normal, clumsy words that one uses when meeting someone for the first time. I halfway listened to Jo and Marnie blabbering about school as I joined them in the kitchen for some ice tea, most of my attention being focused on Jo's 'sleeve' tats of her left arm. The colors were bright and attention-getting, the art-work portraying a bird of paradise rising from flames much like the mythical Phoenix.

Marnie was writing something on a slip of paper while Jo and I exchanged pleasantries, handing it to me when she was finished.

"Check this site in a few minutes...I think you'll find it interesting," Marnie said as she handed me the slip of paper, "Jo and I are going to my room for a little study session, okay? See you later?" Marnie remarked as she took Jo by the hand and led her down the hallway towards the room Marnie used to hang her clothes and, occasionally, sleep.

Mostly, she slept with me, of course.

Refilling my glass of tea, I returned to my office where I unfolded the slip of paper and saw that it contained a link to a website of some sort.

"Huh," I said aloud, my face screwed up in curiosity.

Oh, what the hell, I thought and opened up my browser, typing in the URL for the site. Quickly connecting, the screen opened to show a web-cam feed of Marnie's room, and Marnie sitting on the bed with Jo.

My eyes were staring at the screen as I slowly sipped my tea, a feeling on anticipation rising within me. No doubt, I remember thinking, that Marnie wants me to watch whatever was going to happen in her room with Jo and I was excited at that thought.

They had text books opened but both gals were paying more attention to Marnie's hands which slowly stroked Jo's arms and thighs, Jo's breathing seemingly labored, Marnie's attention to her obviously exciting her.

Removing the textbook from Jo's hands, Marnie tossed it to the floor and was on Jo so quickly, I almost missed it. Marnie had Jo on her back, their arms wrapped around each other as they kissed loudly and lustfully, each's hands frantically feeling and fondling the other, almost ripping the clothes from each other's body.

Pushing Jo against the headboard of her bed, Marnie was between Jo's wide-spread legs in a flash, low, animal-like guttural sounds coming from her muffled mouth as she fed on Jo's pussy. Jo's eyes were rolled back in her head as she whipped her head from side to side from Marnie's excellent pussy-eating, Jo's voice mewing like a small kitten.

Of course, I masturbated while watching them, my hand inside of my unbuttoned shorts, my legs stretched out in front of me as I watched their live porn-show through glazed eyes. 

I held off as long as I could but when Jo cried out as her orgasm erupted, I literally flooded my hand and fingers with my juices as I came at the same time. My breathing had almost returned to normal as I came down from my most excellent climax when the girls swung themselves into a position of sixty-nine.

Here we go again, I thought at the time and rode my fingers to another body-shaker while watching them do the same with each other...

"Liked that?" Marnie simply asked when she stepped into my shower after bringing Jo back to campus.

I was showering the sex-sweat from my masturbated body when she joined me under the steaming spray of water.

"Uh-huh," I murmurred as she pressed me against the wet wall of the enclosure, her mouth all over my body, kissing, licking and biting me to excitement all over again. Dropping to her knees, Marnie buried her face between my legs while I pressed against the shower wall, trying my damndest to not slip as I rode her tongue to the Promised Land.

Damn, but that girl can eat pussy...

"Take me with you," Marnie pleaded, "Please take me with you."

This, in response to my sudden decision to move my ass, and my life, to New Orleans, a decision based upon nothing more than a cryptic, repetitive dream I had been having for several weeks.

Crazy...I know.

"Your schooling...," I started to say but was interrupted by Marnie.

"I can transfer my credits," Marnie quickly countered, "My grades are good, any school will take me."

"Your aunt and uncle..." but, interrupted again.

"I'll be twenty-one in two months...legally, on my own...I don't need their permission," Marnie vollied, "nor their money, my trust fund kicks in on my twenty-first."

Trust fund??

"Your parents...," I tried to say.

Her face turned dark for a nano-second, her voice serious when she quickly said, "They have nothing, nothing whatsoever to do with me or my life, ever. My decisions, my choices, leave them the fuck out of this."

Well, alrighty then.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do...whenever, to whoever, I don't care as long as I'm with you, as long as we're together...please, I'm begging you...don't make me beg," Marnie cooed, her hands sliding around my body, hugging, holding tightly to me, her lips placing butterfly kisses to my upturned neck.

"Whatever?" I teased with raised eyebrow.

"Whatever...Whenever...Whoever." She replied as she traced her tongue up my neck, raising goosebumps all over me as she did, "Come on, you know how much fun you and I could have in New Orleans?..and, besides, you love having my young pussy as your playtoy."

Guilty.

It was a quandry for me, that's for sure. Don't get me wrong, its not that I didn't want Marnie to be with me...I really wanted what was best for her in the long run. 

I really cared for her, I mean, beyond her amazingly abilities in bed, I really did. That she wanted to be with me as much as she said, well, quite honestly, that was a ton of responsibility and pressure, I felt.

My decision might have seemed impetuous to most but, not to me. I had a steady stream of income sufficient to live a nice lifestyle, not including the money I was making and socking away from the self-trades I had been doing. 

I had, since Jack died, began fooling around with photography again, rediscovering my passion for telling a story with images. My 'plan' was to do so in one of the most iconic cities of our country and, hopefully, become sucessful in that endeavor.

"Road trip? Check out housing and the city?" I found myself suddenly saying, the words bringing a smile to my little Marnie's pixie-face.

Damn, but that little gal can eat pussy...

"I know what I'm doing, aunt Jen, I do...Yes, while Shari looks at houses and apartments, I'll look at a couple of the art programs down there," Marni said in a calm, controlled voice.

"What? Why would you ask that?," She suddenly 'almost-screamed', getting my attention immediately, "and if we were, why would it matter? I enjoy her company and she enjoys mine, where's the harm?"

Oh-oh, this wasn't going well I thought, ever the master of the obvious, me.

"Okay...yes, I'll tell her....yes, I love you too, aunt Jen and aunt Jen? Please, don't worry, I'll be fine, I really will, okay?" Marnie said in a calmer voice, "Call you when we get to the city," ending the call right afterwards.

She was silent for a bit, as if thinking things over, thinking things through, eventually turning to face me, sitting at the kitchen counter.

"Aunt Jen said to tell you to take care of me, make sure I finish my schooling," Marnie said as she sat next to me.

"And?" I pushed.

"And she suspects that something 'funny' might be going on with you and I," Marnie continued, "but respects that we're both adults."

Busted! I guess...yeah, probably so.

"Sweetie, if you change your mind about moving with me..." I started to say but, of course, I was interrupted by Marnie.

"I'm in...no discussion, done deal, all in."

Yes, she was, she was definitely 'all in'.