13 comments/ 66113 views/ 14 favorites Sharin' the Librarian Ch. 01 By: feelmore My wife has worked at the public library for the past 15 years. She is a prim and proper lady who has the demeanor of a professional...hair pulled back, plain blouses that completely cover her cleavage all accented by flattering glasses. This is the image she presents at the library. But what few people know is that she is a naughty slut who enjoys being shared. I'll skip the saga of how I convinced her to be shared. Because she works in a public place, she is very careful about not being "discovered" by any of the local patrons. This is a bit of a challenge, but so far we've been successful. Our "play" usually involves going to a hotel 20 or more miles away to lessen the chance of running into someone we know. Then we ask around to find the popular places that offer live music and dancing. These tend to be where couples and singles go to meet and have a good time. Barb has generally done lots of research on this at the library and already knows the hot spots before we arrive. In the afternoon we go shopping for something for Barb to wear that night. We look for tops that accent her 34DD tits and cute butt. She is 5'6" with a nice rack and firm ass which she keeps in tip top shape with regular exercise and a good diet. I'd like to say that she does this for me, but I know she also does it so that she'll be able to attract men's attention. On this Saturday we found a low cut sundress. I urged her to skip the bra and panties, but she insisted on a thong and pushup bra that put her tits on full display. She looked hot... Our plan is this: At the club she takes a seat at the bar while I find a spot nearby. It's never very long before a guy buys her a drink and asks her to dance. Meanwhile, I scout around for a woman to dance with. If successful, I'll try to move around on the floor to get close to Barb and her "date" in order to check out the action. Barb gives me a "thumbs up" sign if she likes the guy and wants to get him back to the motel room. This can take as little as a few minutes or several hours depending on the crowd, her mood, etc. After they return to the bar, Barb becomes more assertive and explains how she is on vacation with her husband, and that we like to "play" and have a good time. I'm not sure of the exact words she uses, but she rarely scares the guy off. Then she gives me a signal to join in on their conversation. I approach and say that we have a hotel room nearby and that we'd like to invite him over for a drink and to relax with no inhibitions. If he is with his wife or a date, so much the better. This has happened several times, but is not part of this story. On this evening, Carl was a younger man in his early 30s whereas Barb and I were in our early 50s. He is just under 6' about 175 lbs with blue eyes and short brown hair. We chat for awhile at the bar until everyone is laughing, at ease and feeling comfortable with the arrangement. Having all night, we normally continue to dance and have a good time. Barb told me that after our conversation, Carl pulled her close on the dance floor and let his hands roam over her back, tits and ass, which got her really turned on. He also gyrated his erection into her as they danced. When we felt ready, I suggested that Carl and Barb go in his car (truck, as it turns out) and that I'll join them in a few minutes. Our agreement is that Barb will tell me every detail of what happened while they were together. This is what she told me..... They started kissing as soon as they get in Carl's truck. Barb ran her hand over the bulge that had formed in his pants and stroked him through the fabric. Then she unzipped him and took it out. She said that he was already hard. He groped her tits while she was stroking his cock as they drove to the motel. Carl cautioned her to take it easy because he didn't want to cum in the truck. He pulled up her sundress and felt her pussy through the wet fabric of her thong. Barb said she, too, was more than ready for some good fucking. As soon as they got into the motel room, Carl kissed Barb passionately while he unzipped her sundress and let it pool at her feet. At the same time, Barb helped him out of his shirt and pants. He literally picked her up and threw her on the bed. This got Barb really excited. Her mind was miles away from the library as she proceeded to go into full slut mode. She spread her legs, massaged her pussy with her hand, looked Carl in the eye and said, "You want to fuck me, Carl? You wanna fuck my pussy?" Barb said that Carl joined her on the king size bed, put his head between her legs, pulled her thong aside and proceeded to give her fantastic head; sucking on her clit while inserting his fingers into her pussy. In no time she was lifting her hips off the bed and gyrating her pussy into his lips and tongue while she twisted and pulled on her nipples. She grabbed the back of his head to pull him tight against her pussy as her first orgasm overcame her. She then told me that she had Carl lay on the bed so that she could suck him. She proceeded to lick his dick and balls before taking it deep into her mouth. She said that Carl put his hand on her head and started fucking her mouth while he said, "Suck it, you slut. Suck my dick." Soon he told her that he was about to cum. Barb said she kept sucking (he gave her little choice) until he shot his load in her mouth. Meanwhile, as this is taking place, I'm still at the bar. We agreed that I'd give Carl and Barb about an hour or so at the motel before joining them. Barb was to take the Do Not Disturb sign off the door when it was OK for me to come in. What happens next will have to wait for the second part of the story, if you are interested in hearing more about our adventure. Sharin' the Librarian Ch. 02 I had agreed to give Barb and Carl about an hour alone in our motel room before joining them. I sat at the bar nursing my beer wondering what they were doing. Barb always gave me the details afterwards, but the anticipation and my imagination were killing me. To hasten the passage of time, I danced a few times with Carolyn, who I had met earlier in the evening while Barb was dancing with Carl. The Do No Disturb card was not on display when I arrived at the motel room. I knocked a couple of times before swiping the key card. As I opened the door, the first thing I spotted was Barb's sundress, bra and panties, which we had selected so carefully earlier in the day, scattered about the floor. Carl's pants and shirt were there, too. Barb jumped off the bed and gave me a big hug and kiss. I asked her if everything was "OK." She answered with a smile and said, "Carl's got me so worked up I can't stand it." I knew from past experience that that was a good sign. Otherwise, she would say, "Let's get this over with," if she wasn't connecting with her new friend. That only happened once, however. Carl seemed a little uncomfortable at first when I joined them. I suppose it's a bit awkward knowing that the husband of the woman who's been sucking your dick is in the room. However, that mood passed quickly. Barb went into the bathroom to freshen up. I took the opportunity to ask Carl if he minded if I watched him fuck my wife. He smiled and said that he didn't, but that he wasn't "into" men. I assured him that I wasn't either and that this was about satisfying Barb. That seemed to put him at ease. Barb came out of the bathroom, took one look at me with mock disapproval and said, "Why are you still dressed?" She proceeded to pull off my shirt, unbuckled my pants and pushed them to the floor. Then she reached into my briefs and shook hands with Mr. Johnson. He was already semi-hard, but Barb knew how to get him at full attention in no time. While Barb continued to stroke me, I asked her if she and Carl had fun. She replied in her slutty librarian voice, "Carl knows how to eat pussy." "Did he make you cum," I asked. "Yes," she said in a sultry voice. "Oh, yes. But, I want more." "What else did you do?" I continued. "I sucked him. He's got a nice cock, baby. And I swallowed it." Barb dropped down and took the head of my cock in her mouth and started sucking on it. "I sucked him like this, baby," Barb said as she stroked my cock with one hand while sucking on the head and pulling on her erect nipples with the other. "I sucked him and played with his balls," she continued as she cupped my balls in her hand and played with them. Recounting the events that had just taken place a few minutes before got Barb really excited as she continued to give me her rendition of the Slobber Blues on the skin flute. I looked over at Carl who was sitting in the motel room chair next to the little round table. He was enjoying this immensely. He played with his semi-hard cock as he watched Barb's head bob up and down on my dick. But this wasn't supposed to be about Carl watching us. I looked down at Barb, "I think Carl is feeling left out." Barb stopped sucking and gave me a few more eager strokes with her hand before turning her attention to Carl once again. "Are you ready for more?" Barb asked rhetorically as she knelt in front of Carl's chair. Watching Barb suck my cock had gotten Carl harder than Chinese arithmetic. Barb stroked his member a few times before giving him a few sucks. She told me later that he tasted different than me. I asked her in what way, but she could only describe it as different. Not better or worse, just different. Then Barb sat on the bed directly across from where Carl and I were seated at the little round table. Our cocks were sticking straight out following Barb's expert attention. Barb laid back on her elbows with her legs bent and her heels resting on the edge of the bed. "Show me your pussy," Carl said. Barb spread her knees and massaged her pussy with her fingers. "You want to see my pussy? I want you to fuck my pussy. Make it feel so good," Barb teased. Barb spread her legs wider to open her pussy to our full view. She licked her fingers and then played with her clit and pussy lips. "Carl licked my pussy so good before," Barb said with a soft moan. "I'm so ready for more." The anticipation of watching Carl fuck my wife was almost too much for me. My cock was absolutely rock hard and throbbing as I watched Barb playing with her pussy on the bed while Carl stroked his cock and urged her on. Everyone was lost in the moment as the sexual tension increased. "I'm so hot and wet," Barb claimed as she inserted a finger in her pussy. "I want you to fill me up, Carl." Carl got up from his chair, got on the bed and positioned himself between Barb's legs. I watched as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit. This drove Barb crazy. He inserted the head between her pussy lips and teased her clit with it. "Put it in me," Barb urged. I had a clear view of Carl's backside and Barb's pussy as his hard cock slowly disappeared into my wife. Barb let out a gasp as his man-meat filled her up. Carl started out by fucking her in long, slow strokes, which seemed to please Barb immensely. She was looking directly into his eyes. I had become invisible to both of them. But I was enjoying every second. Barb put her hands on Carl's muscular ass and "guided" him in and out of her pussy. Carl's pace increased at Barb's urging as she said, "Oh god, you feel so good." I saw Barb glance in my direction briefly. "He's fucking me so good, baby. I feel him really deep inside me." Then her attention returned to Carl. Carl's pace quickened as he continued to bang my slutty wife. "Your pussy is so tight," he uttered. I was mesmerized (and really excited) as I watched my prim and proper librarian wife take every inch of Carl's cock deep inside her and beg for more; harder and deeper. At this point, Barb kept repeating, "Oh, oh, oh.....oh, oh, oh....." in tempo with Carl's hard thrusts. Her tits rocked back and forth as she lifted her hips off the bed to meet his every plunge. Her grip on Carl's ass tightened as she pulled him into her. From past experience, I could tell she was getting close. Then she glanced at me again and said breathlessly, "I'm going to cum. He's making me cum, baby." She focused on Carl again. "Fuck me. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop. Oh yeah, that's it. Make me cum." I watched as Barb's body stiffened as her orgasm overcame her. She grabbed Carl's ass tightly and pulled him deep inside her to stop his thrusting. She told me later that her pussy muscles spasmed repeatedly on his hard cock while she climaxed until she thought she would pass out. Then Carl let out a groan as he unloaded inside my wife. Barb said that she could feel him cum inside her, but it wasn't that much because she had already drained him earlier. After a brief silence while their orgasms subsided, Carl collapsed on the bed next to Barb. Barb looked at me with a smile, "That was so good, baby. What a cock." And so, that's the essence of our experiences with Carl. I've shared my slutty librarian wife with other men, but those adventures will have to wait until another time. Sharin' the Librarian Ch. 03 Sharin' the Librarian on the Beach While on vacation in St. Pete Beach Florida, I started a conversation with Barb about the possibility of hooking up with another guy for some play time. We had just recently decided to explore new ways to spice up our sex life. One of those ways included either Barb meeting guys whom she found sexually attractive or having me set up adventures that ended with Barb getting it on with a hunky stud while I watched. We were staying in an upscale beachfront condo that had a beautiful view of the Gulf. Our daily ritual included taking walks along the beach in the early morning and evening. We often walked the beach in our bathing suits, but on this morning I suggested to Barb that she dress in one of her slut outfits to see what attention she might get. Barb is a prim and proper librarian in our "real" life. Co-workers would likely describe her as very conservative. She wears blouses that are buttoned at her throat so as not to show any cleavage, long dresses that conceal her shapely legs, hair pulled back off her face and reading glasses that hang from a string around her neck. But this changes when we are traveling away from our home town or on vacation. On this day, Barb decided to wear white short-shorts and a sheer (almost see-thru), loose-fitting blouse without a bra. She has nice full tits with large nipples that bounce and sway seductively under her top. This blouse was low cut, which gave a full view of her ample cleavage. A pair a sunglasses and beach hat completed her outfit. The beach was not crowded in the early morning. We walked for 5 to 10 minutes before seeing a tan, fit, man who was walking alone. Our plan was for Barb to attempt to flash her tits to see if this would attract any attention. As the guy approached, Barb bent over to "look for shells." This caused her top to open up giving him a full view of her big boobs. He stopped and said hello to me, took another peek at Barb's tits over the top of his sunglasses and then returned his attention back to me. "Nice morning for a walk," he said. Our plan was working so far. Barb stopped her "search" and joined in on the conversation. Turns out our new friend, Lester, lived nearby and walked the beach every morning for exercise. He commented that he hadn't seen us before. We explained that we were on vacation and renting a condo for the week. Barb commented that she was disappointed at how few shells were on the beach. Lester said that this wasn't a good spot for shelling, but that he could guide us to the best area for that. Our plan was that if Barb met a guy she was attracted to, I'd find an excuse to leave them alone so they could get better acquainted. This would also give her an opportunity to explain the "rules" of our little game. So, I told Barb that I wasn't in the mood for collecting shells, but that perhaps Lester could show her the spot he had in mind since he was walking in that direction anyway. I said that I'd go back to the condo and have some coffee on the porch while they looked for shells. I shook Lester's hand and left them alone. Our agreement was that Barb would tell me everything that happened while she was alone with her "boyfriend." Here's what she told me about her time with Lester. After I left, they continued to walk along the beach. Every so often, Barb would bend over to pick up a small shell. When she bent down she made sure to give Lester a full view of her tits and shapely ass. She could tell that Lester took full advantage of the situation and enjoyed the view, but he didn't say anything or make a suggestive comment. Her tits swayed unconstrained under her blouse as they walked, which also caught Lester's attention. Barb decided to step it up a notch. She touched his arm as they spoke and then pretended to stumble into him, brushing her boobs against him. He helped steady her and Barb told him that he was very strong and she liked that in a man. Lester asked her if she was enjoying her vacation. She decided to go into full slut mode and explain how we used our vacation time to "play." She said that we lived very conservative lives back home, but liked to have some "fun" when away on a trip. Lester was getting the message now. "So, you guys are swingers?" "Well, not exactly," she said. "We're not into group things. More one-on-one." Lester smiled. "I see. You like to swap partners then." Barb returned his smile. "Well, no. Actually, my husband likes to watch me do it with another guy." Lester stopped walking with a look of mock disbelief on his face. "You're kidding me." Barb gave him her sexy grin. "I just realized that I don't have a bucket to put the shells in. Let's stop at my condo. I've got a small sand pail that will work." During their walk, Lester asked Barb what we did for a living. She told him that she was a librarian. All Lester could manage to say as Barb revealed more of our lifestyle was, "You're kidding me...." While this was going on, I was on the balcony having a cup of coffee. I could see Barb and Lester on the beach and noticed that they were heading back toward the condo. Before long I heard the door open. Barb said that it was getting hot on the beach and that she'd like to change into her bathing suit. Lester sat on the couch while I was in a chair. He made the comment, "You've got some kinda wife there, my friend." Then Barb came into the room with her skimpy bikini in her hands. As part of our plan, she made a point of standing in full view of Lester while she pulled off her top to expose her full tits. This got Lester's attention. Then she grabbed the sunscreen from the coffee table and massaged some of the coconut lotion over her boobs paying close attention to her nipples. "I need to wake the girls up. They fell asleep on me," she commented with a sexy smile. Then she looked seductively at Lester. "Do you want some of this?" All Lester could do was smile as Barb unbuttoned his shirt and proceeded to rub some lotion into Lester's tanned, muscular chest. He glanced over at me with a look that said, 'I can't believe this is happening.' It was on.... Barb's tits swayed back and forth directly in front of Lester's face as she worked the sunscreen into his chest. When she got to his shorts, she reached in to feel his cock. Lester was a little bigger than me, but not massive. Still, his cock hardened quickly as Barb stroked him with her hand that was still slick from the sunscreen. From my front-row seat, I watched as my slutty librarian wife proceeded to suck Lester's cock. She was kneeling in front of the couch as she sucked and licked Lester to full erection. Watching my wife give him a blowjob got my cock stirring in my shorts. I looked at Lester, "Hey man, are you up for this?" All Lester could say was, "Are you kidding me." Barb stopped inhaling Lester's rigid manmeat. "Let's go into the bedroom where it's more comfortable." Barb let her shorts drop to the floor and pulled off her thong before getting on the bed. Sucking Lester's cock had gotten her really wet. Lester started to get on the bed with her, but she directed him to a nearby chair. Then she looked at me. "I want you to eat my pussy, baby." She pulled me onto the bed and spread her legs wide open so that Lester had a full view of her pussy. She spread her pussy lips and played with herself for a bit to give Lester a little show. Then I massaged and fingerfucked her pussy before positioning my head between her legs. Having visited there many times before, I knew my way around. I inserted a finger and moved it quickly over her g-spot while I sucked on her erect clit. Barb liked me to suck her clit, similar to the way she sucks my cock. She likes to be sucked, not licked. She looked at Lester as she gasped, "Oh god, baby. That feels so good. He's sucking me so fucking good. I'm going to be so ready for your hard cock." Meanwhile, Lester watched as he stroked his raging hard-on. My fingers and lips soon brought Barb to the point of no return. Her body tensed as her orgasm overcame her. I could feel her pussy pulse and her body quiver as she climaxed. After she came down from her first orgasm, she looked at Lester. "Baby, I'm so ready for a hard cock. I need it hard and deep." Lester and I traded places. Watching me get Barb off had put Lester into full tilt. Barb was soaking wet with her juices and my saliva. Still on her back, Lester raised her legs and put her feet on his shoulders. He was going to fuck her missionary style. I watched as his hard cock slid effortlessly into Barb's pussy. She gasped as he stretched and filled her up with his first plunge. He started off fucking her in long slow strokes, but gradually increased the tempo as Barb "guided" him with her hands on his ass. Barb glanced over at me as I stroked my cock in the nearby chair. "Oh fuck, he's fucking me so good, baby. I can feel him deep inside me. Oh yeah, that's it. Your cock feels so fucking good." Lester was gasping as he fucked my wife. "You like it like this? Your pussy is so tight," he gasped as he banged her. Barb looked Lester in the eyes, "Fuck me harder. Give it to me. Fuckin' make me cum," she growled. It wasn't too much longer before Barb's hips were off the bed as she met Lester's every thrust. She gyrated her hips to increase the pressure on her clit. Then she gasped, "Oh god, I'm cumminnnng. Oh yeah. I'm cumming, baby," to no one in particular. Lester exclaimed, "I'm going to shoot. Where do you want it?" "On my tits!!" Lester pulled out and shot a few ropey streams of cum over Barb's tummy and tits before collapsing on the bed next to her. He looked over at me with an expression of complete satisfaction. "You guys are unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable!!!" was all he could say. And so, that's the story of one of our experiences in St. Pete Beach. We've had others, which I'll have to share with you at another time. Sharin' the Librarian Ch. 04 I received a phone call from Steph, the leader of a local garage band. He said that their bass guitar player had been injured in a car accident and would be out of commission for at least 8 weeks. A mutual friend told him that I played bass, which was true, but the last time I had picked it up was over 20 years ago. My Fender had been stored in its case ever since. In fact, I'd thought of selling it, but just couldn't bring myself to part with an old friend. Steph said that they had several gigs booked over the next two months and really needed someone to fill in while their bassist was recuperating. The band consisted of young guys about my age (50s to early 60s). They were an "oldies" group that got together for the camaraderie, nostalgia and fun. It sounded really cool to me, so I agreed to join them for an audition and jam session. After hanging up the phone, I practiced non-stop over the next two days in preparation for my tryout so that I wouldn't embarrass myself or disappoint them. Soon I was playing chord progressions and bass riffs like an old pro. The group consisted of five guys; Mike on lead guitar, Joch on rhythm guitar, Bob on drums, Steph was the singer and played keyboard. And, of course, me on bass; that is, if all went well. Turns out they played mostly the classical oldies tunes from the 60s and 70s, which was right in line with my garage band playing days. It felt really great to be part of a band again. And we sounded pretty good, I might add. As the guys were packing away their gear, Steph explained to me that the group played gigs that were mostly out of town. They only charged for their expenses which included travel, meals, and hotel. If the client wanted to give us a little more, that was OK, too. But it wasn't about the money. Just a group of guys out to have a good time. He told me that all of the guys were either divorced or widowed. Then he said with a grin, "Some of these private parties get pretty wild. You might even get a little pussy," which he highlighted with a wink and a little poke in the ribs. Then he went on to tell me that the next gig was on Saturday at a private residence about 100 miles away. That night I told Barb that I'd been adopted by the band and would be playing with them just about every weekend for the next 2 months. She seemed a bit disappointed at first because we had already made tentative plans for a couple of out-of-town trips. But I hastened to add that this was a golden opportunity for a little play time for us. Barb is a prim and proper librarian by day, but she turns into a loose slut during our little weekend trips and extended vacations. Instead of the conservative skirts and blouses that she wears at the library, she shows off her long legs and ample cleavage with short skirts and tight, low-cut blouses. This normally attracts the attention of guys at the nearby clubs and bars; and, if the lucky stud plays his cards right, earns him a free ticket back to our hotel room for a blowjob and some hot sex. I told Barb that the band will be playing out of town gigs where nobody knows us. While I'm playing with the band, she can mingle with the guests, flirt with the guys and let nature rule. If she hooks up with a guy, then we can move the party back to the hotel. It will be just like one of our mini-vacations with the added bonus that someone else will be picking up our expenses. Barb smiled and said, "You've got this all planned out, don't you?" "It's what I do best," I replied with a grin. That Saturday afternoon we arrived at the site for our gig. Our client was hosting a 60th birthday party for his wife. They were a very well-to-do couple with a large home on several acres. The party was to be held outside around the pool. They had also put up a big white tent in case of bad weather, but the day was sunny with clear skies, so no worries. I introduced Barb to the guys in the band and then she returned to the hotel to change her clothes while we were setting up the bandstand. We had spent some time at home going over what she would wear that night. I, of course, suggested a few of her sluttier outfits. We finally agreed on a short jeans skirt and a halter top that loosely laced in front and showed off her titties. I told her to skip the panties and bra, but she said she'd like to wear a thong since we were at a private party instead of a bar. I told her that it would only get in the way when she got her pussy licked, but I eventually relented. The band started playing after cocktails and dinner. We played many of the hits from the 60s and 70s which appealed to the older crowd. Soon several were dancing on the patio and around the pool. The best thing about playing in the band is that you have a great view of the dance floor. Some of the women were in their summer clothes and others were dancing in their bathing suits. Several were wearing such skimpy bikinis it looked like their tits would jump right out of their little tops as they shook their ass and gyrated to the beat. One young 20-something (the daughter of the host I was to learn later) wiggled her tits and ass right in front of me most of the night. I would have loved to f****....well, you know.... Joch had brought his girlfriend, Sandy, but the other guys came alone. So, Barb and Sandy danced together, but were soon separated as several of the guys asked them to dance. I watched from the bandstand as Barb danced several times with Jake. At our first break, Barb told me that Jake was really coming on strong to her. I asked her what she meant by that and she said that during the last slow song his hand was roaming all over her ass and he was grinding his hard cock into her. I asked her if he got her panties wet and she smiled and said, "Oh, yes." We had taken our last break and were in our last set, so I told her to go for it. She asked me what I meant by that and I said, "If you want to suck and fuck him, go for it." She asked me if I wanted her to wait until the band was finished playing before going back to the hotel. I told her that I didn't mind if she left with him, but she had to tell me what they did in detail. And I also reminded her that she needed to make sure he had no problems with me joining in later. I watched from the bandstand as Barb and Jake danced a couple more times before seeing them leave in his Mercedes. I thought, "My wife is leaving with a hot guy in a Mercedes so she can get her pussy sucked and fucked in a luxurious room at the Hilton. I may never see her again..." This is what she told me happened with Jake. During the drive she explained how she was a very conservative librarian at home, but we liked to have a "good time" while on vacation or away from home. I'm not sure of the exact words she used, but she told me that Jake got the message. She also told him that he had to be "OK" with me being in the room. Jake said, "You mean your husband is with you?" She told him that I was the guy wearing tinted glasses and played bass guitar in the band. After a brief pause, Jake said he didn't have a problem with that. Barb said that when they got to the hotel parking lot, Jake reached for her and they made out for awhile. He then undid her halter top and started massaging and pulling on her nipples while they kissed. Curious about his "package" Barb told me she felt his cock through his golf shorts and he was big and hard. Jake unzipped his pants to give her a better look. He told her to stroke it, so she stick-shifted him while he fingered her pussy through the thin fabric of her thong. While this was going on, I finished packing up my gear. The young chick who had been shaking her ass in front of me most of the night, brought me a big tumbler of icy Margaritas and asked me if I had a card. Her friend was checking out bands for her wedding. I told her that if she gave me her email address, I'd have Steph send the info to her, which she did. I pulled into the hotel parking lot just as Barb and Jake were entering the hotel lobby. I decided to give them a little head start before joining them. Jake kissed Barb deeply as soon as they entered the room. She said he French kissed her and played with her tongue. Jake then eagerly untied her halter top to display her tits and hardened nipples before he took off his shirt to reveal a tanned, hairy chest, which was much different from my muscular blond torso. He massaged her tits and pulled on her nipples. He undid her jeans skirt, pushed it to the floor, and admired her thong for a moment before pulling it off, too. "I like to suck it before I fuck it," he said. With that he threw Barb on the bed, pushed her knees apart, and licked and sucked her pussy until she was moaning and gasping for more. By this time I had reached our hotel room. I paused in the doorway for a moment. Watching our new friend eat Barb's pussy gave me a huge erection. I unzipped my chinos and stroked my cock while Barb moaned, "Oh god, that feels so good. I'm going to cum if you keep doin' that. Oh yea, eat my pussy just like that." Soon Barb's hips were off the bed as she gyrated into Jake' mouth and lips. Then her body tensed as her orgasm overcame her. I then moved across the room and took a seat at the little round coffee table near the window. After Barb's first orgasm, she went into overdrive. She looked over at me sitting in the chair with my cock in my hand. "You need some attention, too," she said. She got on her knees and started sucking my cock. Jake watched for a short while from the bed, then came over and played with Barb's boobs and nipples while she sucked me. This was bringing me dangerously close, so I told her to "go slow or I'll blow." Jake' erection was right there, so she took his cock in her mouth and sucked on it while she stroked me vigorously with her hand. I could reach Barb's butt while she was sucking Jake, so I put my hand between her legs and fingered her wet pussy and hard clit, which brought a deep moan from her. This must have had an affect on Jake because he announced that he was going to cum, if she didn't slow down. "I'm going to suck you off," Barb growled around Jake' cock. I inserted a finger into Barb's pussy and found her "spot." She continued to inhale cock, but her ass pushed back and gyrated against my hand and finger as I massaged her deep inside her pussy. "Oh yeah, oh...oh...oh," she mumbled as I worked at bringing her to a second orgasm. I could tell Jake was about to unleash his load. He gave his warning, "I'm going to cum all over you, you little slut. Where do you want it?" Barb stopped sucking as she stroked his cock to completion. "Give it to me on my tits, you fucker." Barb was in full, slutty, librarian mode now. With that, Jake shot a few ropey streams of cum over her tits and hard nipples. And about the same time I felt Barb's pussy pulsing in hard contractions on my hand. Jake collapsed in the other chair next to the little coffee table as he came down from his orgasm. Barb turned to me and stroked my hard cock. "I want that inside me, baby. I need a cock inside me right now." She pulled me onto the bed with her, got on her knees and elbows, and guided my rock hard dick into her pussy. She was soaking wet, so my pecker slid in with ease. I gave it to her in long, slow strokes for a while as she bucked into me in rhythm with my tempo. Jake watched as her pendant tits swayed back and forth. I picked up the pace, grabbed her ass, and pulled her onto my cock. Barb started to moan and gasp. "That's it. Give it to me. Fuck me good. Oh, oh...oh...oh, " she moaned as I drove it deep inside her cunt. I could tell she was getting close and I was, too. I announced, "Oh yeah, baby. I'm going to cum.' "Shoot it inside me." "Here goes," I gasped. "Oh yeah, I'm cumminnng, too," Barb gasped as she slammed back into me before her body tensed with her orgasm. I felt her pussy muscles contract on my cock as she moaned, "Oh fuck......" The three of us had a very satisfied look on our faces. We rested for awhile, had a couple of drinks and chatted about the evening. Jake kept saying how this was the best sex he'd ever had. Eventually, he got hard again. Barb was still turned on, so I watched her bounce up and down on Jake's cock cowgirl style until he was completely drained. I had another go at it after Jake thanked us immensely, said that he'd love to do this again, and left. If this night was any indication, playing in the band was going to be a wonderful adventure for both of us.