4 comments/ 128534 views/ 6 favorites Gulf Coast Condo By: oculardemo "What should I wear, honey?" I felt a twitch in my groin and my throat tighten! "The white silk blouse and black leather mini," I called out. "With the red leather belt and shoes?" My chubby started really going now. "Perfect." I hollered again. "Okay, out in minute." I continued mixing our drinks on the porch. She liked a mixed cocktail while I just poured my whiskey on ice. My mouth was watering but not from the anticipation of the drinks. The butterflies in my stomach and slowing swelling cock were the result of 'game-day' jitters! That's what Jen called these outings---game-days. What started out as sex 'games' had evolved from simple to complex. Not only had the rules changed, but so had the players. "You want white cotton panties?" "Right on, Sweetie," I dated myself with 60s slang. And my position continued to rotate on the team, from star pitcher to utility infielder, and now designated hitter. Eventually, I suspected I was headed to player coach, or manager. At least I'm not the catcher! And I'll always be team owner as long as I stay on the topside of the turf! I set Jenny's drink on the railing, took a deep swig of mine and gazed out over the Gulf. The Redneck Rivera my law partner called this part of the Florida Gulf coast, which he thought was funny. His place is at Sea Island, Georgia, which was a lot cooler, for sure. "Hair up or down?" Jennifer sang out. "Start with it up," I sang back. Hey, if I were married to my law partner's wife, golf and bridge at Sea Island would be my preference, too. She was 'our age', and frankly, spending long weekends with women our; make that, my own age, was not appealing. After my divorce at fifty-something, I soon decided that ladies-of-a-certain-age was not my thing. Fortunately, I didn't have to limit myself to fifty-plus women, or even forty-somethings. I run daily, and can still wear my old uniform, have a full head of hair AND I'm rich, sorta! "How do I look?" She sashayed onto the porch. "Sensational," I smiled handing her the cocktail. "Sin has nothing to do with it," she giggled. I put down my drink and moved behind her sliding my arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck. "You smell wonderful!" "You are such a perv," she laughed. "You just like it because it's so musty, like a hooker's aroma." "Okay, you got me. But I like what I like and I really like that fragrance." "How do you like this?" she spun away and twirled around on her red leather 'strappy' high-heels, sipping her drink. "I like it, and I luuv you," taking her in my arms and kissing her neck again. She set her drink down and we smooched and hugged as the seagulls squawked in the background amid the distant roar of the ocean. My woody was poking her 'tummy' (her word), and I felt her breast swell under my palm. "Oh, I see 'Mr. Woodson' is looking forward to the evening," she purred. "Yes we are! You're in for a big night, too, I hope?" "On honey, I'm so hot and nervous, I can hardly stand it." "You're the hottest girl on Pearl Beach tonight, that's for sure." "Oh, you really think?" She had a little nervous frown on her face as she stepped back, spun around again, looking over her shoulder at me. "I KNOW, and trust me, I'm the expert." "Well, you ARE experienced in these----activities, aren't you?" She stepped back into my arms, looking up into my face. "Oh, yeah, baby, I've been around," kissing her lightly so as not to muss her make-up. I knew the play. "Okay, as long as you think they----the, ah, boys---will think I'm—sexy," arms around my neck gazing into my eyes. "You are smoking hooot," I yelped and jumped back a step, shaking my hand like I had burned it on a stove. She radiated delight and struck a model's pose, tits out, head back with a hand on the back of her neck and a hand on her hip with her fanny poked out. I'm the luckiest SOB in the world, I thought, as she started a little bump-and-grind, singing softly some little ditty that I didn't know. This really rings my bell, watching Jenny when she's in the zone like this. I could tell she had taken one of her little green pills and the empty cocktail glass told me that she was cruising at altitude. "I'm starving," she announced. "What's for dinner?" She stepped in close licking my face. "Let's go some place really expensive." "Oou, I just love it when you talk dirty to me like that." "Its kinda chilly," I warned, circling her bulging nipples with my palms. "Back in sec," she darted through the sliding glass doors into the bedroom. I poured one for the road and ambled through the second set of doors into the condo. Best $500K I've ever spent, I thought to myself, closing the door, and taking one last look out at the surf. From our second floor we have a fabulous panorama of the broad sandy strip and I could throw a rock into the surf, or I could have, back in the day. At high tide----during a storm—or hurricane. I thought about earlier, when I sat on the porch and watched Jenny as she sunned on the beach, alone. Perfect place, small and cozy with fantastic viewing, I chuckled to myself as I adjusted my pants to accommodate my boner. She likes reading on the beach and I like reading on the porch. I enjoy watching her and she is an absolute exhibitionist. "Are we a perfect pair or what," I crooned as Jen waltzed into the foyer wearing a very expensive black lace shawl that I bought for her in Venice. "Say what, hon?" she asked. "I was just saying that you are a vision of loveliness in that outfit." "Oh, baby, don't you just love this lacey little cover?" "I love you in it," I breathed heavily as I wrapped her up in my arms. Without the 'little cover' her boobs were clearly on display. She gave me a full body hug, whispering in my ear. "I feel a little guilty wearing it, because it cost so much." "Sweetie, that rag is privileged to be on your perfect body" "Oou," she squealed, riding 'Mr. Woodson'. "Twelve hundred Euros is a lot of money, isn't it," she asked? "For you, my love, only the best." "How much is that in American dollars," as she slipped her tongue in my ear? "Three times the price of those shoes, but whose counting?" "You really know how to sweep a girl off of her feet, bad boy." She's giving me a long, deep, hot kiss and I'm thinking: "Its good to be the King!" Cruising very slowly down Oceanside through the throngs of people in our little Mazda with the top down, sun setting over the sea, Jennifer with her head thrown back on the headrest, her black lace shawl open and exposing her luscious cleavage, with her little black leather mini riding up her legs so that it just barely covered her white cotton panties; she was in heaven, and I was in ecstasy! "I just love this time of year," her voice oozing pleasure. "The weather?" "No, spring break silly, just look at all these naked boys!" Jen was wearing big sunglasses so it was hard to tell what she was looking at, but in case there was any doubt, she said. "Look at that one by the fire hydrant." He was standing at the curb on her side about ten feet in front of our right fender, as we stopped for a red light. I counted four pieces of clothing; two flip-flops, one low-hanging baggy surfer-dude swim suit and a baseball cap turned backwards. Darkly tanned, almost six feet, rail thin in the body, but with well defined abs, muscular arms, sparse blonde fuzz all over, and he was staring at Jen! "Ask him where the Admiralty House is," I suggested. She raised her head off the rest, dangled her sunglasses in her left hand and called out to him. "Hey, cutie-pie, come here," crooking her finger at him then reeling him in. "He quickly looked left and right, then realizing she was talking to him, scampered over to her door. "Can you tell me where the Admiralty House is?" "Whoa, nice place, expensive though." "You know it, then?" "Yeah, I dated a girl that worked there. About a mile ahead, just past the pier on the water." "Thanks, how about the hottest place to dance later tonight?" "Captain Morgan's." "Will you be there?" "Gotta be 21 to get in!" I felt her electric shock across the car. "Perfect, see you there at 11:00, Captain Kidd; my husband can't dance! I'll get you in the door!" The light changed and I accelerated leaving Captain Kidd gawking at the car as we sped away. I saw him in the rearview mirror and Jen was watching him in her side mirror. Her face was glowing pink and I could see a rosy flush spreading across her décolletée. "You are amazing," I told her. "Hey, it was your idea," she said as she fished Mr. Woodson out of my shorts, leaned over, and starting bobbing on my knob. All green lights the rest of the way and as we pulled into the familiar parking lot across from the Admiralty House, Jen popped my gleaming prick out of her mouth and smiled at the teenage attendant. He goggled at her as she pulled down the sun visor, looked in the mirror, and began touching up her lipstick. I took the ticket and pulled into the back of the lot, stuffed my prick back into my pants, then scooted around to hand Jenny out of the car. She turned the walk back to the curb and across the street into a Las Vegas review for the attendant. She was stunning in her black & white, leather & lace, silky outfit with red accents, and I quickly figured the cost at about three grand+ (US). A real bargain! Twenty bucks got us a quiet corner table for two overlooking the ocean sunset. Jen was clearly still excited and I was pretty hot myself. Her breathing was a little heavy and irregular and her color was still on the rosy side. She was looking at me with a very sultry look in her eyes, and said: "Get me a drink, quick." I flagged the waiter, ordered doubles, and she gazed out of the window at the darkening horizon as we waited for the drinks. I could see that her breathing was returning to normal and her blush was fading a bit. The drinks arrived and she took a long draft, paused, then took another and put her drink down. Lowering her voice to a husky whisper, so that only I could hear, she said, "Do you want me to go first, or do you want to?" I knew this play, which she called an 'audible'. She liked to talk about it, before and after. I also knew she wanted to run the play and my job was to 'go long' and let her scramble. "You lead and I'll follow," I softly replied. "Do you want to know what I was thinking about while I was sucking your cock?" "Yes, what?" "I was thinking about Captain Kidd." "What do you think about him?" "I think he is gorgeous." "He's a good looking kid." "He's just a baby!" she rasped a little and I could tell that she was struggling to keep her voice down. "How old do you think he is?" "He's under 21, and that's young enough," as she gave a husky laugh and took another long drink. "So what were you thinking about with my prick in your mouth?" "I was thinking about Captain Kidd's dick." "What about it?" "I want to know if he's uncut. Some young guys aren't you know." "Really?" "Yes, really, but there's one way to find out about the Captain." "Jen, I think you know what's best." "Oh, honey, do you think he would let me suck his prick?" She was looking at me with a certain 'look' and I knew the cue. The waiter came back and I ordered more drinks. "I'm not very keen on our waiter," Jenny said. "He's not very cute." This was my cue to perform for Jennifer, if I wanted her to perform for me! "I'll fix that," I promised. "I like that one," and she nodded across the room to a strapping young black with Rastafarian dreadlocks. "Why don't you powder your nose and I'll take care of it." Jennifer got up, a little unsteady, and sauntered off. I motioned to the attentive, but 40ish Latino waiter to come over. I slipped him a twenty and asked him to send the maître d' over. He was there instantly, no doubt remembering the twenty I spiffed him to jump the reservations line. "Look," I said, "don't hold it against Miguel, (our waiters name tag) but my wife is a bit nervous about illegal aliens, she's funny that way, so could we have that waiter, over there, with the dreads?" I passed him a fifty. "Certainly sir, Herbert will be with you shortly," he assured me, bowing and shuffling away. Money is a great tool for making adjustments. Jennifer came back fresh as a daisy and very chipper. She looked delicious and gazed expectantly around the room for the first time. She had regained her composure and seemed back in control of herself. I wasn't sure what was going to come next, as Jen dropped her black lace 'little cover' from her shoulders exposing her bare arms, deep cleavage, and perfectly formed breasts shimmering under her white silk blouse. Three hundred Euros for the blouse in Milan, I recalled. Seventy five hundred (US) for the boob job. I felt like the clerk in Milan took advantage of Jennifer on the blouse, given that she sucked him off. He could have given her a better price, or even for free, but she wouldn't think of asking, since, "he was just so adorable!" As for the plastic surgeon, 'best in Atlanta', but he was an old fat guy and Jennifer is very picky about fat people and I'm the only 'old' guy, meaning over thirty, that she will 'do'. I was a little sore about the BJ in Milan, since I was in Rome on business at the time, but she has worked real hard to make it up to me with a variety of games, so I have come to feel that I was 'almost there' (her words) for the event. Anyway, I was contemplating all this as she surveyed the menu. Comparing the cost of the plastic surgery to the clothing expense I came to the conclusion that the surgeon cost over twice what tonight's outfit cost. And when you consider how much fun we have had with her breasts, compared to these cloths, well, the boob job was a real value! Plus she didn't suck a cock for it. Not that she would ever 'do anything like that' back home, "because I have my reputation to think of!" You gotta love a girl like Jen! Herbert arrived with the drinks and Jennifer was prepared for action. Like I said, I had performed for Jen, and now she would perform for me! Smiling up at Herbert, she says, "Tell me about the catch of the day." Herbert is looking down at Jen with a professional look of interest on his face, but I'm looking at her with mouth-watering lust. The Milan white blouse did not contain much silk since it only tied at the back of her neck and in the small of her back. In the front, it covered her tits and belly, but was open from her throat down to the bottom of her sternum with her boobs spilling out in between. They were also bulging out the sides and although the silk was pretty thick as fabric goes, you could still see the outlines of the areoles of her nipples. When she gets hot, they start to stick out like erasers but I noticed that she was cool, calm, and collected as Herb went through the specials with his Jamaican accent. "Herbert," she said, "if you could have anything here you want, anything, what would you like?" I laughed out loud as she took a deep breath and looked quizzically at ole Herb. I have to give Herbert credit, because with the Venice shawl down around her waist, and her taking a deep breath, her breasts were the dominating feature of the table. But he kept his eye on the ball, so to speak, and no doubt aware that I had already dropped ninety bucks in tips with a fifty dollar bar tab still growing, he was the consummate professional. "Perhaps the oysters Rockefeller would be a good start?" He advised. "My husband will have those as an appetizer, he's going to need them," she announced. "What else looks appetizing to you, Herbert?" "Very good Madame, oysters for the gentleman," as he wrote it down, focusing intently on his writing pad. "And, the clams casino look excellent tonight," he declared, looking up and then intently into Jennifer's eyes. "Clams? Do you eat clams, Herbert?" "Certainly, I enjoy clams." "Of course you do, but do yall eat them." "Why yes-----we do." "My goodness, I had no idea! But since you recommend them, I think I'll let you have your way with me, Herbert, and maybe I'll let you taste my clams." This was too much, even for a smoothy like Herbert. He threw his head back, let out a hearty laugh, and grinned broadly showing a mouthful of perfect ivory white Chiclets. His dread-locks shook and swayed around his shoulders as he regained his composure. "I think the lady is teasing poor Herbert," still chuckling. "Well, perhaps, but we'll see about that later, Herby. I'll have the catch of the day and my husband will have the grouper. He likes group activities, don't you dear?" Herbert looked at me for the first time. "As long as it doesn't taste too fishy," I said, handing the menu to Herbert. She handed him her menu. "You are doing a splendid job, Herbert. And after dinner, I want to have a secret little talk with you. Can we do that, in private, Herbert?" "It would be my pleasure," he smiled at her. "Well, maybe, keep up the good work and I'll think about it." She inhaled and flashed him a big smile. As Herbert retreated with dignity, Jenny and I suppressed our giggles, but we snickered and both took deep swallows of our drinks to avoid creating a scene. "Is it my turn yet," I asked? "Go ahead," she smiled and batted her eyes at me. "What kind of secret meeting are you planning with Herbert?" "I'm going to score some killer weed from him." "Cool, and is that all?" "That depends on the weed, but I never met a Rastafarian that couldn't hook you up." "Well he IS working, so how are you going to hook-up with him?" "He does get breaks, I'm sure." "Yeah, maybe fifteen minutes." "Well, there's a lot I can do with him in fifteen minutes," she promised. We sipped our drinks as the last rays of sundown streaked across the Gulf and contemplated the evening. "I think it's my turn, now?" Jennifer murmured in the dim light of our little corner. "Okay." "Honey, do you want me to suck Herbert's prick?" "Is that what you want?" "Oops, flag on the play," she giggled. "How so?" "Now, honey, you know what an obedient and loving wife I am. I can't do anything unless you say so. I do exactly what you tell me to do. Aren't those the rules of the game?" "Yes, I want you to suck his cock!" I whispered. "Okay, that's better. So, if you want me to suck his cock, are you telling me to let him cum in my mouth?" "Yes!" "Yes, what?" "Yes, I want you to make him cum in your mouth." "Now, I think we're making some progress," she soothed. "Good." "And, so when he ejaculates in my mouth, should I swallow it?" "Yes," I croaked. "Okay. Now please give me my orders, my complete orders, so that there is no misunderstanding." I noticed tiny little drops of perspiration on her lip, as I told her, "I want you to suck Herbert's cock, and when he cums in your mouth, I want you to swallow every drop of his semen!" "OH," she chirped holding her hand up to her mouth, like she had hiccupped. "Oouuu," she let out another little sigh, almost a moan. "I just had a little mini orgasm she whispered across the table!" then she settled back in her seat looking up at the ceiling. I felt her foot sliding up my leg under the table, then her open toes wiggling against my crotch. "So, I think you liked it too," she cooed as she ran a hand down the inside of her lapel and brushed her straining nipple. "You had an orgasm without even touching your pussy?" I was impressed. "Oh, honey, I've been building that one up since I spotted Captain Kidd on the curb at the red light. I've been savoring everything since then, wanting to get-off." Gulf Coast Condo Ch. 02 Jennifer was primping in the visor mirror as we pulled out onto Oceanside and headed for Captain Morgan's, her favorite 'dancehall', as she called it. Jenny was a fabulous dancer. Had been all her life from ballet, cheerleader, to pole dancing in San Diego at the Body Shop where I found her. "Ouuu-la-la," she chortled, putting her lipstick away and settling back. She was married to a drunk deadbeat at the time, and was ripe for a new life. It's an old story and she's not the first, or the last, to think that the 'big man on campus' would continue to be a star in life. Her ex, Sam was a pretty good athlete at Cal State and 'coulda been contender?' "You can say that again," I agreed But, football is a chancy business and after blowing out his knee, his football career was over, but not before Jennifer had married him, thinking that the best was yet to come. What neither of them realized at the time was that without football, Sam had no future. He was the first to know it, so he made a career move by signing on with Jack Daniels. The boy has good taste. "Is it your turn or mine?" She reached into the tray and daintily plucked out the roach. I have paid for 'rehab' for Sam a couple times, and probably will again. Jenny can get me to do anything, obviously, so when she snuggled up to me in the Hotel de Ville in Paris, and asked if I would 'do her' a really, really, big favor, I said yes without even asking what it was. As I recall, she didn't spit it out until late, late, that night when she had me by the balls, so to speak. "Your turn." I said. "Let's do it!" I had agreed, (meaning, send Sam to rehab). I was buck naked in a $500 a night hotel in Paris with the most beautiful women that I had ever had. She was naked, on her knees, holding my streaming engorged prick in her hand, inches from her multi-tasking mouth. I was sitting in a faux Louis XV chair, to give you a picture, but I was the one on my knees, figuratively speaking? "Did you get a good look at Herbert and me," lighting up the stub of the joint. "OKAY, then!" she had smiled at me (back in Paris) looking a bit abashed! It was a very early 'intimate' conversation for us. Intimacy, of a certain sort, we were only beginning to understand. In time, we would both become accustomed to 'OKAY, then!' as her signal for 'let the games begin'. "Oh, I got a good look, when he opened the door and the light came on." Thinking back to Paris, again, I shifted in my seat, adjusting the strain on my woody. "Would you like to go shopping in Paris?" It has been my most productive question when conversing with the ladies. I don't use it often, but when I do, I'm ready to deliver! But it's usually a country club term best used with recent divorcees, and it works like a charm. Of course, 'New York' works almost as well at the office, and 'Rich's' will work in Buckhead with the industrial debutantes. But I digress? "OKAY then! I'm so hot & bothered, sweetie, I feel like I'm going to pop out of my skin," Jenny exhaled a stream of smoke and smoothed the Milan silk blouse over her breasts. And, oh yeah, 'shopping at Wal-Mart' worked with a beautiful young gal cleaning my house from 'Easy Maids'. She was from 'the country' and has probably raised her sights to 'Rich's' by now, but you get the idea? "Captain Kidd reminds me of someone," she mused, holding the roach to my lips. I don't mean to say that they are all 'like that', because every one of them is unique and 'precious in his sight'. But underneath the surface, we are all carnivores: hunting for prey out on the African Plain? So if you are Simba, the LION of the 'hood' then you get the pussy? Or, maybe your experience has been different? "Who's that, shug?" Anyway, I had blurted out the 'Paris' line without even considering anything less. You may think me extravagant to propose a shopping trip to Paris as a 'come-on' to a lap dancer in Southern California, but you would be cutting me, and Jennifer, short. "I'm trying to remember his name," she fussed, taking another toke. For one thing, every joke, wisecrack, literary allusion, or intellectual put-down that I tried, came back into my face, with her rosy teats to follow. She was quick to show me ('determined' she admitted later) that she was as well educated and SMARTER than me. "Do I know him," I asked? She was summa cum laude, and has the parchment to prove it, and I am a sleazy lawyer (arrogant asshole, with a fist full of fifties, was her first impression), with the parchment and bank account to prove it. So, happily, we make a great couple. She relieved me of about $350 in two hours that night, and smart girl, wouldn't go back to my hotel with me. "Well, you watched me suck him off, so I guess you do!" she giggled and sucked the roach down to her fingernails. But, true to her word, there she was the next morning, looking like a million dollars (we're waaay past that number now), in the lobby of the hotel, hungry for the $75 brunch buffet. Following her around the feast was a treat! "Maybe you could narrow it down a little more," I suggested. Later she explained that they had, "no fucking food in the house." Sam lived on vodka and she survived on 'dollar burgers'. (I never inquired about the $350) Say what you will about taking 'short-cuts' with food & drink? But after several trips to the buffet, four Bloody Mary(s), promises of illegal substances, and a low-key but passionate description of moonlight over the Paris sky line, I had Jenny in my suite: ready for a joint and some Long Island rails. "My surfer buddy from our first weekend at the Condo," exhaling again. Only later did she admit that she didn't know what a Long Island rail was. 'Joint' she understood, and as we rode up the escalator to the mezzanine elevators (she confessed to me later), she was expecting a couple of them, joints that is. Mine, and one from Humboldt County! "The high school kid from Nashville?" I said. Sometime during that day in California, Jennifer came to believe that she really was going shopping in Paris. I think it was early in the PM, when the bellhop returned with an eight-ball of 'to die for' coke; that it dawned on her that I was going to deliver. That's also, when she learned about Long Island rails. "He was fifteen with the sweetest dick, and fluffy round balls," she sighed. The next day we flew out of LAX to Paris. By our return, we had planned Jennifer's new life with me, and negotiated terms and conditions for Sam's rehabilitation program. "Mathew, his name was Mathew," I reminded her. As for paying for Sam's rehab? Jennifer declared later, when we were negotiating our wedding vows, "I don't like him much anymore, and I certainly don't respect him, but you have to promise to help him! I gave up my twenties to that loser, but I still care about him. Now I'm giving my thirties to you! So you better not waste them, Big Boy, you better earn every night!" "Right, Mathew. I'm not very good with names, but I never forget a penis!" She was re-stoned which brings out the best in her. We pulled up to the curb at Captain Morgan's. Jennifer leaned over and gave me a slow, gentle, and thorough kiss. "You park the car and I'll find Mathew: Oops, I mean Captain Kidd," then opening the door, Jennifer swung her legs out, smoothed her short skirt, and launched into the night. I looked at my watch: 11:34. Pulling away from the curb, I looked in the rearview and saw Jen's cute bottom twitching, as she walked along the sidewalk towards the entrance. Out of the shadows Captain Kidd emerged, walking up to Jenny, smiling and saying something. My stomach churned as I watched her stop, give Captain Kidd a full body hug, then she kissed him lightly on the mouth. The car behind me beeped, so I turned inland off Oceanside and slowly drove up the street looking for a parking space. The vision of Jennifer kissing Captain Kidd roared through my head and I felt my prick leaping and jerking in my pants. 'Morgan's' was hopping with pulsing music and a jammed dance floor. I edged up to the bar, got a brandy and scanned for Jennifer. I spotted her dirty dancing with Captain Kidd. He had put on a short tank top but otherwise looked the same and was focused on Jen. She shimmied like a lap dancer and 'Kidd' was sticking to her like glue. I knew he was in for a treat. Dancing with Jennifer was like having your own 'private dancer' and she didn't hold anything back. After my second brandy, Jen spotted me and came over with Kidd. "Get me a cocktail and a big schooner of beer for our boy," she hollered in my ear over the blast of the music. Jenny disappeared towards the rest room as I elbowed to the bar. By the time I came back with the cocktail and beer, Jen was back. She took the drink and handed the beer to Kidd. She downed hers in two big gulps as Kidd drained a 32-ounce mug like a pro. Jen handed me her glass, "Again!" She ogled Kidd: his head back, huge mug draining beer down his throat, in a tank top that exposed his six pack belly, naval, and a thin column of downy hair stretching up from his low slung baggy shorts. It appeared that his swimsuit started about where his pubic hair began, but with his head thrown back, his torso arched, drooping the front lower so that his hip bones and a line of curly pubes were visible. When he finished the beer, Jen handed me the big mug, said, "more," and with that, she took Kidd by the hand and led him back to the dance floor. I got us all another round. Balancing the brandy, cocktail, and huge beer in my hands, I walked over to a small table where two clearly drunk college kids were staring at empty glasses. Putting my three drinks down, I shouted, "I'll give you twenty bucks for this table." Both rose instantly and shuffled off, each holding a ten. I sat back with my drink, a double, and watched the mob dancing under the strobe lights. Jesus, am I glad I don't have to do that, I thought. I sure liked to watch women dance, and the dirtier and sexier the better! After all, I found Jennifer in a titty bar, pole dancing and lap dancing for twenty bucks a 'throw'. Naturally, I substituted fifties for the twenties and I have never had any complaints. It sure got Jen's attention and she cleaned out my stash in short order. You may think me a spendthrift, and I don't deny it, but for my money (and it is MY money), having a happy beauty dancing her ass off in hopes that you will go another 'fifty' is a lot hotter than a half-ass effort by a girl thinking about how much her feet hurt. Watching my wife, I thought how happy I was. She was gyrating with gusto and maximizing contact with the captain. He was pretty buzzed, but I noticed that he managed to touch her at every opportunity. Her luscious boobs were jouncing in perfect rhythm and the Milan silk blouse seemed on the verge of loosing them on every bounce. She was having a wonderful time; and so was I! Of course, Captain Kidd seemed to be entranced, also. A win, win, win, formula I thought, taking a drink. I was husbanding the last of my brandy when Jennifer came steaming up the steps of the dance floor with Kidd in tow. She plopped down in the empty chair, grabbed the cocktail and chugged it down. The ice was about gone by now and she slid it across the table with clear expectation that she wanted another. Captain Kidd was in his usual stance, standing between us by the table, head and shoulders thrown back, elbow bent, holding the huge mug chugging, by now, warm beer down his throat, chin, chest, and stomach. Jennifer reached out with her hand, French nails reflecting in the strobe lights, two-carat diamond sparking like a rainbow, and placed her hand smack dead center on his stomach, covering his naval. She slowly circled his wet belly with her palm as he guzzled down the last of his beer. As he stood at the table where Jennifer and I sat, her hand stroking his body was about eighteen inches away from my face. I had a pretty clear view! When he slammed his empty mug down on the table, Jen rose to her feet. Standing very close, she ran both of her hands up under his shirt to his chest. Rubbing his pecks, she stood on her tiptoes and put her mouth on his ear, saying something that was lost in the roar of the crowd & music. She rocked back on her heels, looking up into his face, but with her hands still under his tank top and on his chest. She gave him a radiant smile. The Captain had a huge grin on his face as he nodded his head vigorously in agreement. I was wondering what she had said, suggested, promised him? She reached up again, pulling and twisting his head down to her level, she put her face up to this ear, again, and I saw her wet tongue snake out and plunge into his ear. She lasciviously bathed his ear with her tongue as his eyes bugged out of his head and her hands wrapped around him, tenderly stroking the back of his neck. I had a perfect view! Jennifer wheeled around and started for the door. Kidd looked at her swaying fanny, turned towards me in confusion, then skittered off after her and they disappeared into the crowd around the entrance. I polished off my brandy and headed for the men's room. After cleaning up, I walked out the door onto the street and looked around. Half way to the corner, I saw Jennifer and Captain Kidd locked in an embrace. It could have been a movie scene under the street lamp as he held her ass cheeks in his hands. She had her arms around his neck and they were deep into a kiss and squeezing in a full body hug. I walked towards them and as I got close, Kidd spotted me out of the corner of his eye. He dropped his hands from Jen's ass and jumped back about two feet. Jennifer turned toward me and with a big smile said, "Where's the car, hon, we've been waiting for you?" "Thanks," I said, pointing across and up the street. "That way." "Come on Hunter," she urged, grabbing his hand and jaywalking across the street. I followed, watching the two young lovers hurrying around the corner and up the sidewalk. Jennifer was almost skipping and I know she was excited. 'Hunter' was keeping up as she kept a firm grip on his hand. It was a romantic scene as I watched Jen's shapely rear covered in black leather, her wasp waist cinched in red leather, her red leather 'strappy' heels clipping quickly up the street. She was in a hurry! When they got to the car, Jenny stopped, dropped Hunter's hand, and turned in profile to model for me, or maybe us? The Gulf breeze gently ruffled her white silk blouse as she reached behind her neck, intertwined her fingers in her hair and pushed it up, exposing the back of her neck to the cool night air. She was as a Greek goddess in the moonlight, shimmering in the gentle evening zephyrs as she pirouetted a full 360 degrees for our mutual pleasure. Her perfect pedicure red toenails and long tanned shapely legs were completely exposed save for about twelve inches of mini-skirt that covered her belly, ass, pussy, and thighs. I felt my prick crawling, again. Hunter stood enraptured. She was maybe two feet in front of him and paused, face-to-face, then carefully stepped in close and gave him a quick chaste kiss as though he was a brother. Then she spun around to the car and called, "Let's roll, boys, I'm ready." I flicked the door lock so Hunter could open it. He stood there, confused, looking into the little two seat sports car, not sure what to do. Not to worry as Jen took control. "Hop in Hunter and put the seat back. I'll sit in your lap." She instructed. Hunter and I slid into our seats about the same time and I peered past him out the open door to see Jennifer. At first, all I saw was her fabulous legs, but then she bent down to look in the car. The Milan blouse drooped down exposing her luscious cleavage. Hunter and I both stared down her blouse and soaked in the sight. She paused for effect, giving us some time to absorb it all, then she piped up with, "Is there room for me?" "Sure, Jennifer, we can make room," I assured her in the spirit of the 'game'. "Okay, here I come," she said, turning around and backing in. Hunter leaned back as she sat on him. Then she leaned back onto his chest, swung her legs in, wiggled around till she was comfy, and said, "Close the door, Hunter, you have me now." He had her for sure, I thought, fetching a fresh dobby out of my shirt pocket. I lit it and passed it to Jennifer. She took a big toke and held it up to Hunter's mouth so he could share. Cranking the car, I pulled out onto the street as she squirmed some more in the tightly confined space of the Miata. We had used wet-wipes back at the Admiral House parking lot to clean off the wet spot from our sexual encounter(s), but I thought Hunter was probably feeling the dampness. Holding the smoking joint in her mouth, Jennifer put her left arm around Hunter's neck, tugged his right arm around her waist so that his hand was holding her under her boob, then letting go, she reached for his left hand and placed it on her thigh. Her skirt had ridden up her legs so that I could see the crotch of her white cotton panties, but I didn't think Hunter could from his angle. She had her right foot on the floorboard with that leg between his knees and her left leg cocked up a little so that his left leg separated her knees. "Isn't this cozy," she said, handing me the ganja. The inside of her smooth silky thigh was splayed up and out a little, with her legs spread about six inches apart, where his hand lay gently above her knee. Her face was almost cheek-to-cheek with Hunter. I noticed that she was gently stroking Hunter's bare thigh with her free hand while she gently fiddled with his ear, the wet one, with the arm and hand around his neck. Jennifer started softly singing a little reggae tune, that was, I swear to god, the same tune that Herbert was singing while she sucked his cock. My boner was straining against my shorts. "Okay then," she cooed as we turned onto Oceanside and slowly cruised down the deserted thoroughfare. Jen leaned into Hunter and smooched his ear, the dry one. He gave a boyish giggle and she did it again. "Did you like that Hunter? Did you like it when I licked your ear in Morgan's?" "YEAH, I loved it. This is so cool," he spouted. "I thought you would," she purred. "Most guys do," chuckling now. She leaned into Hunter and slowly licked the side of his face with the tip of her tongue. He let out a little moan, turned his face towards her, and she inserted her tongue into his mouth, jacking it in and out in slow motion. Hunter's hand began to slide slowly along the tender inside of Jennifer's exposed thigh, and she stirred in response, sucking Hunter's tongue into her mouth and letting out a little squeak. Coming up for air, she exhaled and said. "Oh, Jake, look at that moon, let's go out to Pearl Beach so we can see it over the Gulf." "Okay, then," I mimicked her. "That's my Big Boy," she assured me, while stroking the back of Hunter's neck. We were approaching the spot where Jennifer first accosted Hunter by the fire hydrant, she piped up again, "Oh, Hunter, this is where we first met. Do you remember?" I could see her hand sliding along his right leg, higher, pushing his shorts up just a little. "Oh, yeah, Jennifer, I remember! I'll never forget that. It was wicked. I'll remember that the rest of my life," he rattled on as he was moving his hand further up Jenny's thigh. "So, you can talk. You've been so quiet, Hunter, I was afraid you weren't having a good time? Are you? Do you like this Hunter? Is this fun for you?" "Oh, yeah, this is great. This is excellent, the best time I've ever had------in my whole life. I mean, this is so cool, I'm, like so lucky! Why me, how did you pick me, I mean I'm really glad you did, but, you know, this is so way cool, I can't believe it, its like my best fantasy, like when I jerk off, I think of stuff like this, and, but, I never thought it could happen, you know---------", she shushed him with her finger. Gulf Coast Condo Ch. 02 "Well, now this is really happening, don't you think Hunter?" Jen took her hand off of his leg, gently grasped the hand under her boob and moved it higher, so he was directly caressing her breast. Then she moved her hand back to his thigh and continued gently stroking his leg "I hope so," he choked out. "Let's talk about that, Hunter. Will you talk to me about it?" "Anything, anything you say, Jennifer, just tell me what, anything, you know—" she stopped him with another kiss. Well, from the mouths of babes, I think ----- "anything, anything you say, Jennifer"----- Ole Hunter catches on quick: quicker than a $1000 an hour Atlanta lawyer. Hell, it took me a couple of years to figure that out. It's what Jennifer wants that counts and Captain Kidd picked that up in a couple of hours. Without spending a dime: damn, this kid should be a lawyer! "What do you think, Jake? Do you mind if I ask Hunter some questions." "Hell, I think he should be a lawyer. Give him a cross-examination." I stopped for a light cater-corner from the spot where Jenny dialogued Hunter earlier in the evening. "So, Hunter, what did you think when I called to you, over there, right over there, Hunter?" She gave him a little lick on his neck. "I about shit my pants," he suavely responded. "Oh, don't do that, Hunter, I've got better plans for you." Laughing out loud. "Well, yeah, I just meant I was like, couldn't believe it. I got so excited!" "Oh, you were excited. How excited, Hunter, how excited were you?" She coaxed him. "Oh, my god, I got a hard-on, like so fast, like while you were talking to me and I was looking at your titties, and, uh, ah, I mean, I don't want to make you mad, but they, your tits were so, so, big, and, jeez, I could see your nipples, and so, I, I got a hard-on, like before the light changed," he stopped to catch his breath. "Goodness, Hunter, you got an erection, you had an erection just from talking with me?" she asked softly as she spread her legs apart just a smidge so he could move his exploring hand a bit higher. "And looking, looking at you. Jeez, I was standing right over you and I could, I could see everything, I mean your boobs, and your legs, and you smiled at me, and I thought, I wanted, I thought about, ah, you know-----" he trailed off. "Well, maybe I don't know, baby, how could I know what you were thinking? So tell me, Hunter, don't be afraid, tell Jennifer everything, you promised, Hunter, just a minute ago, you said, 'anything, anything you say Jennifer,' isn't that what you said?" Jen was gently riding him now, slowly massaging her ass into his lap. "Ah, yeah, I did, I said that, so, when you looked up and smiled, and you stuck your tongue out just a little, like real pointed and on your upper lip, and I, I thought, I wanted-----." "Wanted, what, what did you want, Hunter, what did you think?" she opened her legs wider, now, so her white cotton panties were plainly visible and Hunter's hand was almost up there, near her pussy, stroking a little faster. "I thought about fucking your mouth, your mouth looked so good, it was wet, and your lips, they were, like red, real red, and, and I thought, jeez, I'd like to stick my dick in there, in her mouth, I couldn't help it, it just popped into my mind------I went home and jerked off, just thinking about your mouth on my dick--------------sorry!" I accelerated through he intersection, watching Jennifer and Hunter, trying not to wreck the car. His head was back against the headrest, breathing hard with his mouth open. "Hunter, don't be sorry, I liked that, it was way cool that you wanted me to suck your dick: ------if that's really what you want? Is it, Hunter, is that what you want, do you want me to suck your cock?" He was rubbing the inside of her thigh with enthusiasm, now, stroking from her knee to her panties. I could also see that he was massaging her breast with his other hand, as with trembling voice he said: "Oh, my god, yes, yes, that would be, oh, Jennifer, I think I'm gonna come!" "Oh, baby, I feel your cock in my ass, it feels so big, it's so hard! You want me to suck it, baby, will you come in my mouth?" Jennifer rolled over, sliding down onto the floor to her knees, spreading his legs apart. I scooted the car into a darkened parking lot and whipped it around so that the moonlight was streaming through the passenger window, illuminating Jennifer's face and Hunter's belly, prick, and balls. "Raise your ass up," she ordered. He did, as she pulled and he pushed his baggy shorts down to his angles. His knees then splayed apart but his shorts kept his feet together. Jennifer gasped as he flopped back into the seat with his big prick waving in the air, out of control and drunkenly swaying from side to side. Kneeling on the floor, between his legs, Jen's eyes were wide and sparkling. She was still clothed but from his ankles to his sternum, Hunter was naked with his huge, hard, veiny cock looking like it was about to explode. Jen grabbed the base and stabilized it, holding it straight so that it wasn't staggering about inches from her face, but holding it by the root, she licked her lips and smiled up at me. Still looking at me and holding Hunter's pulsing prick in her exquisitely manicured hand, her left hand, the one with the two-carat diamond, she demanded from Hunter, "I've got it, baby, I've got your big dick right here! Tell me baby, tell me what you want, tell me again, baby, tell Jennifer what to do." "Suck it, Jennifer, stick it in your mouth, please, please, suck my dick, please!" He begged. Still staring up at me, she asked breathlessly, "Can I, Jake, should I suck his dick, what if he ejaculates in my mouth?" I had my cock out by now, stroking it gently, saving my orgasm. "Suck it Jen, suck his prick," I panted. "What if he comes, Jake, how about when he shoots it in my mouth? What do you want me to do, Jake, tell me what you want me to do with it?' "Swallow it Jenny, swallow his semen, eat it baby." Jennifer dropped her eyes to her target and licked her lips as Hunter lifted his head and stared down at her face, her mouth inches from the purple bulging crown of his prick. Her tongue darted out, scooping up a crystal clear drop shimmering in his pisser. Then again, a quick lick across the tip, leaving a shiny sheen over the top of the crown of his prick. Another, then another, as she covered the quivering purple head with her oral juices. Jennifer slowly laved the engorged head until it was wet and glistening all over. She popped the glands into her mouth and holding her head completely still, I knew she was swishing her tongue around the head. Hunter started a gentle humping, shoving the shaft deeper into Jennifer's mouth, and she started bobbing her mouth on it in time with his thrusts. She kept the root of his prick firmly in her left hand and I could see the diamond ring flashing in the moonlight. Her other hand slipped down under her skirt and I could see her arm moving rhythmically, in time to Hunter's pelvic thrusts, as she methodically fucked his cock with her mouth. Hunter let out a whimper, put his hand on Jen's head, and started to babble. "Oh, Jennifer, thank you, thank you, it's so good, it feels so good, keep sucking, Jennifer, don't stop, that's it, yes, yes, do it." He was gyrating faster now and so was Jen, bobbing furiously on his dick and stroking her pussy at the same pace. Her face was shining with sweat and her lips were puffing in and out as his prick rapidly jackhammered in and out of her mouth. Her cheeks were billowing in and out in time with his prick. "Oh, yeah, I'm coming, that's it," Hunter hollered lifting his ass off the seat. I saw Jen's eyes widened and they watered as Hunter's semen surged into her mouth. This was the moment that she craved and I could see her hips humping into her hand as his cum gushing into her mouth triggered her own orgasm. His bucking motion freed his spouting cock from Jennifer's mouth and his semen splashed across her face and hand as she wrestled with it. A long rope of juice arched across the space between her face and his erupting penis, landing in her cleavage. She plunged it back into her mouth and pumping with her hand, extracted another load from his balls. As he flopped back into the seat, Jennifer released his prick from her mouth but kept stroking the shaft. Another bubble spurted from his pisser and ran down the shaft, onto her hand, covering her diamond ring with white goo. She gobbled the rapidly deflating member back into her mouth and, for the first time, was able to bury it in her throat until her nose was lost in his pubic hair. It made a lewd wet popping sound as she pulled it back out of her mouth. Licking and sucking then releasing the softening crown, she scooted up to his hard belly and lapped up a puddle of thick white paste that was lying across the fussy column of hair that reached from his pubes to his naval. Kissing up and past his naval, she licked and kissed across his wet rippling belly and tank top until she was at his face, where she laid a deep wet kiss on his mouth. I watched her tongue working in and out of his mouth as she shared his semen with him, smearing some of it over his chin and lips. He grabbed her boobs and mauled them as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Jen unlocked their mouths, rocked back onto her haunches and grabbed his much reduced semi in her hand, lowered her head, and gobbled it back into her mouth, slowly bobbing on it, savoring it, and making sloppy wet sucking sounds as she sucked it dry. She slowed to a stop, raised her head, grasped the flaccid penis protectively and gazed up at Hunter. "Is that what you wanted, Hunter? Is this what you wanted me to do?" she smiled coyly up at him, gave his member another bobbing, then licked the shrunken glands. "Oh, my, god! That was wild, he groaned. That was so goooood, Jennifer. I never, that was the best, the best I ever had," heaving for breath with his head laid back. "Okay, sweetie," she gave his shriveled dick another bobbing, then a kiss, dropped it and leaned back. "Hop out of the car, Hunter, I'll be there in a minute." He pulled his knees up to his chest, opening the door, swinging his legs out with his shorts still around his ankles, he pulled himself out of the car, still bent double as Jennifer gazed at his bare ass in the bright glare of the dome light. He pulled up his shorts and staggered towards the beach. Jennifer was still on the floorboards. She looked up at me, her eyes glassy, and flashed a triumphant smile. I could see the frothy semen around her lips, with a few wet strands stretching between her upper and lower lips, until she ran her pointed tongue in a circle around her mouth clearing away the delicate web of cum. She was fabulously sexy with the flush of her orgasm still on her face and décolleté! A string of white liquid connected her breasts just at the apex of her cleavage and her lips and chin were shinning with Hunter's hot juice. She reached up and wrapped her hand around my stiff cock. "I need to be fucked, Jake. Do you want it, or do you want me to fuck him?" "I want to do it, Jennifer, I'll fuck you, I need it." "Okay, then," flashing me another gorgeous smile. "Give me a fifty and I'll be right back." As I fumbled for my bankroll, Jen clambered out of the car, turned, stuck her head back in to get the fifty, and waltzed over to Hunter, standing about ten feet in front of the car. I watched as she put her arms around his neck, stood on her toes, and gave him a long lingering and tender kiss. He held her ass cheeks as they exchanged some words, then he threw his head back, looking at the sky as Jenny giggled. She put her cheek on his chest and they both stood, bathed in the moonlight, holding each other for a moment. Jen stepped back, hiked up her skirt and bending over, shimmied out of her panties. Handing them to Hunter, she turned and walked back to the car with an exaggerated 'hooker's' amble. Hunter held her white cotton panties up to his face as Jennifer slipped into the car and I gunned it out of the parking lot. I looked through the rearview and Jen looked into her side mirror as we both watched Hunter rubbing Jennifer's panties along the side of his face. "I didn't have the heart to tell him," she chuckled, "but that glob in my panties is your cum from the fucking you gave me in the Admiral's parking lot." "As long as it came out of your pussy, darling, he won't care," I reassured her. "For sure," she agreed, casually reaching over to grip my erection. "You were magnificent, Jenny," I praised her. "Thank you, sweetie. Did you like it?" Gently stroking me with one hand and lighting up the roach with the other. "Oh, yeah, I loved it! Encouraging her. "Which one did you like the best, Herbert or Hunter?" She was slowly wringing the neck of my prick, not just pumping, but twisting the head simultaneously. "Well, I got to see Hunter for the whole show, so it's not really a fair comparison. How about you, Jen, you were there for one hundred percent of both 'games'?" "Oh, Jake, I was in heaven sucking both of them. And I came both times. But it went so fast with Hunter. I wanted to get naked with him out at Pearl Beach, but I got so hot talking to him, I had to scramble for a first down blowjob!" giggling, and holding the roach up to my mouth for a toke. "We didn't have time for him to see me naked." Pre-come had lubed the head, and Jen polished the crown with her palm. "Tomorrow's another day," I consoled her. "Herbert really worked me over, from the waist up anyway. That boy really loves titties! My nipples feel a little raw; he sucked and worked them so hard. But Hunter never had a chance with them. I guess I got carried away when we passed the fire hydrant where I hooked him." She gently scratched my aching prick with just her fingernails. "I think Hunter's a happy camper," I assured her. "He's a greedy little camper." Jen was running one finger nail, her pointer, up and down the tube on the bottom of my penis, and sucking the ganja with her other hand. "Greedy?" "Yeah, you should have heard him afterwards. He begged for my panties and wants to see me tomorrow. I told him he didn't want to see me, he just wanted to fuck me!" "Well, you can't blame him for that," defending Hunter's character. "No, he's a good boy, a real good boy," laughing. "So, what did you tell him?" "I told him that I would have to talk to you. Get your permission," holding the tiny roach up to my mouth for one last gasp. "Cool," reinforcing her training as we turned into the condo parking lot. "So, what'll it be, Big Boy?" She leaned over plunging her mouth onto my prick, bobbing slowly on it. "Say, again, Jen?" I scooted up and back in rhythm with her motion, while pulling into our parking spot. She raised her face when the car stopped, placed her hand back on my slimy dick, and laid a wet kiss on me, slipping her tongue in my mouth. She tasted like semen: surprise! But whose, I wondered as she fucked my mouth with her tongue. My pre-come was fresh; Hunter had splooged a big youthful load in her mouth, maybe twenty minutes ago. And Herbert, maybe three hours ago, had creamed in her mouth twice. Huge loads according to Jen. Breaking contact, she looked me in the face from six inches and explained, "Well, sweetie, we have to decide and make some decisions." "Okay then!" Jennifer chuckled at my use of her secret code words. "Well, do I fuck Hunter tomorrow, or do I fuck Herbert. I've warmed them both up with field goals, but tomorrow I want a touchdown." She kissed me again. What had he said to Jen? 'Anything, Jennifer, anything you say.' Hunter, the future lawyer: hell, prospective Supreme Court justice, I chortled to myself. How right he was---is! "A touchdown, huh? How about the P-A-T, Jennifer? Teasing her. "Well, now, that depends on the score, don't you think?" She gave me a dazzling smile. "Of, course, it always depends on the score. And on your asshole, it also depends on the condition of your asshole, when the time comes," broaching a very sensitive subject with Jennifer. Her eyes narrowed and a dirty little smirk spread across her face. "Okay, then, Big Boy. You gather up my stuff and meet me upstairs," dropping my dick and turning to the car door. "I'll wait for you, naked, in bed. While you're fucking me, I'll tell you about my game plan for tomorrow." Opening the door. "Maybe we'll have a 'double-header'?" With that, she got out of the car and marched to the front door, which swung open before her, thanks to my handy electronic lock. Choices, life's about making choices, I mused. Its good to have choices! Gulf Coast Condo "Congratulations." "Thank you. And here CUMS Herbert with your oysters!" We ate like drovers, which we usually do on game-days. There's obviously a connection between our culinary and carnal appetites. Herbert kept a close eye on us, or rather Jennifer! All she had to do was glance in his direction and he was there with the water pitcher, and another cocktail. I am used to this with waiters. I never have to chase them down if they are males. Jen always flirts with them and she always gets the royal treatment and attentive service. Jenny oou-ed & ah-ed over each course, and, of course, 'forced' Herbert to share one of her clams, which she hand-fed him with her used fork. He liked it! As Herbert retreated with our last dishes, Jennifer says, "Here's the plan. I'm going to the ladies room for my tête-à-tête with Herbert. You hold the fort here and I'll tell you all about it when I get back." She wraps the Venice 'little cover' around her shoulders and walks away. But, I notice that she intercepts Herbert along the way, leans close, and quickly whispers to him. Then continues on her way. I keep an eye out for Herbert, but he disappeared into the kitchen door and I don't see him again. I'm thinking about an Irish coffee, but without a waiter, I'm stuck. Not to worry, in five minutes, Jen's back in her seat and says. "Okay, Herby is bringing coffee. Now, after I get up and leave, Herby will bring you the check, AND a brandy." "Sweet!" "I try to think of everything, honey. Then, you wait fifteen minutes, isn't that how long you gave me?" "Take all the time you need." "Just leave the money on the table, and come out to the car. Any questions?" she swilled the last of her forth cocktail and gave me a radiant smiled. "I've got a million of them." "Okay, let'er rip," she slurred just a bit. "How did you fix this all up?" "I told Herby to meet me outside the ladies room and gave him his marching orders." She was feeling pretty frisky. "How about the weed? "He's gonna give it to me in the car; ho, ho!" "It's a very small car." "Oh, we'll manage." Herby arrives with the coffees, serves, then scoots away, but I see him conferring with the maître d' across the room. "Herbert is making his plans," I see. "He's a very articulate young man." She had a hard time getting 'articulate' out. "Apparently." "AND, he is very motivated! I made sure of that." "Oh, how did you do that?" "I'll tell you later. Now give me a hundred for the ganja." "Later, huh? She gave me a smoldering look. "Tell you what, Jenny, my love. I think you should ---rely on his MOTIVATION! Surely you can do that? Jennifer leaned back, giving me another sultry look. She reached up behind her head with both hands, pulled a few pins, and her black curly hair came cascading down around her shoulders. "Okay, BIG BOY, you're on!" With that, she wrapped the Venice lace around her shoulders, rose to her feet, swayed a tad, and promenaded across the room and out the door. No sooner is she is out of sight than ole Herb sets a large double brandy snifter and the check in front of me, and with a "good evening, sir;" he's gone. Well, I didn't want the brandy to go to waste, like Jenny's coffee, so I took a large gulp and looked at my watch. It was 9:44. I had fifteen minutes, but my dribbling 'second best' friend was already impatient. I hit the men's room for a quick pit stop, came back to the table, hit the snifter again, and looked at my watch. 9:51. I took another shot of brandy and gazed out at the moon-lit Gulf for awhile. Then took another shot and looked at my watch, 9:52. Hell with this, I thought as I plunked two Ben Franklins on the table, finished the brandy and headed for the door. I sped past the maître d' before he could inquire as to my dinner, but I did give pause to wonder if I had stiffed Herbert on the tip. I hadn't even looked at the bill, but then I reflected that 'Herby' was probably getting stiffed right now, and plunged into the cool night air. The breeze sobered me a bit as I stared across the street at the darkened parking lot. The attendant was gone as were most of the cars. Our little Miata, which we kept at the Condo for our weekend getaways, was parked in the back near an ancient oak draped with Spanish moss. I hadn't planned it, but it was secluded and almost lost in the night. If I was stealthy, I figured that I could sneak up on them without being detected. Christ, I could probably lead a brass band right up to the windshield and they wouldn't notice, if I knew Jennifer---and I do! Nevertheless, I walked diagonally across the street and took a long circuitous route to the far side of the gravel lot, ending up behind the tree, perhaps ten feet from the car. I looked at my watch: 9:57. The huge gnarled old tree was bent low and misshapen from a couple centuries of the sea breeze that was quickly drying the sweat on my face. I peered over a curved black low hanging limb and had a clear view of the driver's door and windshield. Rats, the windows were completely fogged up. I looked at my watch: 9:58. What were they doing in there, right now? The moonlight gave me an excellent command of the scene, but I was cloaked in darkness under the crown of the tree. The Spanish moss hung almost to the ground in places, a mass of curls. They would need a big flashlight shooting a powerful beam to detect my presence, hidden by the thick dark trunk that felt rough and hard to my palm. I listened for the slightest sound, but the soft wind and distant surf were the only things to hear. I looked at my watch: 9:59! Was the car rocking, just a little? No, I couldn't detect the slightest vibration. Were there shadows moving, in there? No, the glass was completely opaque with moisture. The salty smell of the ocean filled my nostrils as I took a deep breath, trembling with nervous anticipation. I could still taste the brandy in my mouth. Then thought of Jennifer, the flavor of her mouth; minutes from now; what would she taste like? I felt my prick crawling in my shorts as I visualized what she was doing in there, right now; with her mouth; her tongue; seeing her naked breasts being exposed to Herbert, to his mouth; to his tongue! What was he doing; tasting; in there; right now? I could smell her, right now, the fragrance of that musty perfume; her salty cunt; was he tasting her; there; right now? I looked at my watch; 10:00! Okay, that's it, sixteen minutes, time-out, games over, oh Jesus! What the fuck, she said "fifteen minutes!" Then you said, "Take all the time you need." You asshole, why did you have to say that? "Obedient, loving wife," you dumb ass, why did you give her permission for an 'overtime' (her words)? "I do exactly what you tell me to do!" Dickhead, what exactly did you tell her to do? "I want you to suck Herbert's cock, and when he cums in your mouth, I want you to swallow every drop of his semen!" Christ! I looked at my watch: 10:01. Holy shit! She's got me by the balls. What the fuck can I do? I can't just go open the door. What the hell would I say? Crap, he'll think I'm some kind of madman, or pervert, or; why I do I give a shit? Who cares? I do. Oh Jesus, What now? I looked at my watch: 10:02. I peeked over the big, thick, black, long tree limb between me and the car. I didn't want him to see me when -- hell - IF he got out of the car. What's up with that, I thought? What are they doing in there? Because she's 27 years younger than you? What's that got to do with anything? Because he's maybe 25? Shit! Because he's black, what the hell am I doing? I looked at my watch: 10:03. I moved behind the tree and leaned against the big round trunk feeling the rough hard bark bite into my back. I fished Mr. Woodson out of my trousers, wishing Jennifer were here to do it for me. It seemed to vibrate like a tuning fork and I felt like it was going to explode. My stomach was doing flip-flops, my mouth was dry, my knees were shaking, and my throat was so constricted I didn't think I could swallow. I felt the sweat pouring down my ribs from my arm pits and: I heard the electric motor from the Miata window! The sound of Jenny's low laughter. Voices, then Jen's giggling; louder, in a higher pitch. I knew that sound, it was her 'cat that swallowed the canary' laugh! I peeped around the trunk and over the limb to see! The driver's window was down. Smoke was drifting into the night air as the breeze blew the strong aroma of the pot over me. I could see the red cherry of the joint in the center of the driver's space. As he pulled on it the brighter flare illuminated the outline of his face enough for me to make out the shimmering dreadlocks. His wet skin reflected and shined in the glowing light. "I love to have to have a beautiful white lady sucking my cock," he said in his sing-song Jamaican accent. Faintly, from in the car, I heard Jenny's voice, "And I bet that happens to you all the time, right Big Boy?" Hey, that's MY name, 'Big Boy', I thought. "Oh no, not like this, Herbert never had it like this," again in that accent. "That's too bad, Herby, because that is a very fine cock, you have." "Thank you kind lady, it has been with me all my life." "It's too beautiful to stay in your pants all the time." She giggled. "Oh, Herbert's cock gets around, pretty lady, but not in the mouth of a beautiful white woman like you." I saw something stirring, then Jenny's white shoulder appeared, framed by the car window and illuminated by the moonlight. She had moved over from the shotgun seat and I could see her face-to- face with Herbert. He put the joint in her mouth, inches from his face and as she sucked in the smoke, I could see them both dimly in the light. He took the joint out of her mouth and she planted a wet French kiss on him. The moon came out from behind a cloud and I watched her in near daylight working her tongue into his mouth. She licked his lips and I saw his tongue sliding into her mouth, then her cheeks billowing in and out as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. I could clearly see down to her shoulder, back and neck. The Milan silk blouse that tied back there was nowhere to be seen. She was nude from the waist up! Was she totally naked? She settled back, out of sight, into the passenger side. "I can taste my juices in your mouth," he laughed. "Oh, can you? Do you like tasting your own juices in my mouth, Herby?" "Oh yes, Herbert likes everything about you, woman. I want to lick you all over, eat your pussy, French kiss your ass, and feel my black prick in your pussy. Herbert will come everywhere you got a place for me to fuck." "Oh, Herby, you are such a romantic," she giggled, and I saw her sit up to give him a long lingering kiss. She broke off from his mouth and I saw her head lowering down, out of sight, into Herbert's lap. His head leaned back as he toked on the joint. He appeared to be in bliss. "So, when your husband flies home tomorrow, are you going to give Herbert your pussy?" Jen's head popped up and she gave him another long, deep, French kiss. "That's a very big cock you have, Herby, will you promise not to hurt me with it?" "Oh, lady, I will be very gentle. At first, I will be very gentle, but when you beg me to be rough, then Herbert will be very rough." "Okay, Herby, I'll think about that. Now my husband will be coming out soon, so you better run along. Don't you have a job to do?" "Fucking you is the only job I want to do," he cackled, opening the door. The dome light came on as the door swung open. Herbert appeared to be buck-naked. The only thing he had on, that I could see, was a gold necklace. His long black cock was sticking up from his lap shining in the light from above. Jenny was leaning towards him with her beautiful breasts dangling over the console between the two of them. She put her right hand around the gearshift and her left hand on Herbert's shoulder. I watched as she lowered her mouth down onto the head of his prick. They were both completely still and I knew she was swishing her tongue around the crown. He started humming some reggae tune and she began bobbing up and down on his prick in time to his song. He began to speed up the tune and she kept pace with his music, faster and faster. Herbert put his hand on the back of her neck and she shifted her right hand from the gearshift to his shaft. He started to babble something in his language to the same tune as his hips moved in time to Jennifer's face bobbing up and down on his shiny black prick. With a soft, high-pitched howl, I saw him bucking up and holding Jenny's head with his hand as he shot his semen into her month. She kept sucking and slobbering on his enormous erection as he collapsed back into his seat. Jenny continued to lick and kiss his shrinking cock until it softened and she laid it along his thigh. She sat up in the bright light on the passenger side of the car and stretched, arching her back so that Herbert got a perfect view of her magnificent tits. "Now, shew, Herbert, go on now. I'll come see you at the bar here tomorrow night." She was licking her lips with her titties poking out and her hand running back through her curly black hair. Herbert leaned over and kissed her right breast. She put her hand on the back of his neck and brought his face over to her left breast and he continued to suck. She threw her head back and held him with both her hands as he switched over, again, to her other breast. "Okay, now. You'll get me in trouble". She took his face in her hands and gave him a long lingering kiss, then pushed him away and flopped back into her seat. Herbert gave her tits another squeeze, both of them, then swung his legs and feet out of the car. He bent over and pulled his pants up from around his ankles, then buckled his belt. Reaching back into the car for his shirt, I watched as he stretched across the car and gobbled on Jenny again. I could see her hands on his back and neck and thought I could almost hear the sound of their mouths and tongues slobbering into each other. She pushed away, saying "Run along now." He pulled out of the car, closed the door, slipped on his shirt. and walked back toward the street. I looked at my watch: 10:19. I stayed in the shadows until Herbert disappeared into the restaurant. Sure that he was gone, I scurried over to the car and opened the driver's door and the light came on. I was stunned by the scene! Jenny lay in the reclining passenger seat, naked from the waist up. Her black leather mini skirt was drawn up around her waist, her knees splayed open, white cotton panties around her ankles. Her right hand was jiggling at her clit while her left was squeezing her breast. She was startled and gave me a deer-in-the-headlights look without pausing in her masturbation. "HONEY, where have you been," she pleaded with me? "I need you RIGHT NOW!" Wide eyed and desperate sounding, she kept frigging her cunt and blurted out, "Get in here and fuck me, right now!" I scrambled in stretching across the console with my knees in the drivers seat. I glued my mouth to Jenny's, thrusting my tongue down her throat. She sucked it; reached and grabbed my greasy prick (which I had never packed away), all the while frantically stroking her pussy. Sparring with our tongues, she was gasping for breath, whimpering, making little high pitched squeaks and groans, then squealed; "Can you taste his semen in my mouth?" "Oh, god, yes," I moaned. "Stick your dick in me, right now," she shrieked! I scrambled across the console, somehow getting one leg out of my trousers, as she kicked her cotton panties off. "Come on, come on, come on, I want it right now," she pleaded. My knees on the floor mat, my prick oozing pre-cum inches from her pussy lips, I demanded; "What did you do, Jenny?" She gasped out, "I sucked his cock, baby, I sucked him off twice! He came in my mouth both times and I swallowed all of it I could." I jammed my prick into her slick cunt as she grunted in a low moan, "Oh yes, yes, yes, that's it baby, fuck me honey, give me your cock, give it, give it, give it. --- fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!! Her feet were on the floor mat squeezing my knees. Her thighs were clamped on my hips as I pistoned into her seething pussy. I had my hands on the back of her seat, holding myself above her so I could see her wild eyes and straining facial gyrations. She stared up into my eyes and hissed, "Can I fuck him, baby, can I fuck Herbert? He wants to do this to me, baby, he wants to fuck me just like this. Let me fuck him honey, let me fuck him, baby, I want to fuck him just like you're fucking me RIGHT NOW! As she was panting those words right into my face, she raised her knees up, exposing just her pussy on the edge of the seat, as my prick plunged in and out of her. Her tits were jouncing wildly as she arched her back so only her ass and head were touching the seat, her feet jiggling and shaking in the air, then clamping her legs around me. She grabbed my face with both hands and glared at me with a crazed look on her face, demanding; "Tell me to fuck him, tell me to fuck him baby, tell me you want me to fuck Herbert!" "Fuck him, Jenny, I want you fuck him, fuck him just like this, fuck him hard and give him your pussy, fuck him just like this, Right Now! "Yes, yes, yes," she exploded, jacking her pelvis up and down on the seat as her orgasm smashed into her. I felt her pussy spasm around my cock as she pulled my mouth to hers and shot her tongue down my throat; then, "oh, yes, yes, oh yes," she purred as the waves washed over her and she collapsed back into the seat. Jennifer dropped her feet back on the floor and stretched out under me with a beatific smile on her face, her frantic humping morphing into gentle undulations as her voice gently cooed, looking coyly into my eyes. "You're so good to me, honey, you're too good for me, baby. I love you, sweetie. I can't live without you, darling, you make me so happy and I love you with all my heart and soul. You make me whole, honey, you are the kindest lover, the best husband, the goodliest man in the world. I live for you always. Now come for me darling, come in Jennifer, let me feel you splash in my pussy and feel you stiffen and shoot ---- oh, yes, yes, that's it, that's it, I feel you, oh, good, yes, now, right now, yes come in my pussy--- right now!!" We gently kissed, and kissed again, and again, as Mr. Woodson plopped out and my semen dribbled out of Jennifer, pooling on the leather seat. "I love you, Jake." "I love you, Jennifer." "Can we go to Captain Morgan's now?" "Sure, anything you say, Jen." "I wanna dance with Captain Kidd." "I want to see you dance with Captain Kidd." "You're very good to me, Jake." "You're very good to me, Jennifer." "Will you always love me, Jake?" "Always, Jennifer."