Diary for April
Thursday, April 3
Hello, whoever you are, and welcome to my Diary. This is April, and this is April greeting you (yes, that’s my name). I’m starting to keep a diary. I’m new to this, and I’m not sure why I’m doing it. I’ve always liked seeing my name on calendars and such. Why not in a diary?
An aside here: I was in a movie theater once, watching trailers for flicks that would be arriving in the near future, and when “COMING IN APRIL!” appeared on the screen in big letters I shrieked with laughter and got stared at by people sitting around me.
Maybe I thought that keeping a diary might make interesting and exciting things start to happen in my life. Starting it in midweek gives it the feeling of an ongoing project, and I like that, but you should know that it would be a waste of your time to try to find a previous diary of mine. There isn’t one.
I’m going to put down some things about myself, right here on Page 1, just in case some future reader (that would be you) wants or needs to know me better.
I hope you’re not a Coroner.
I am now in what is often called ‘advanced middle age’. I’m not a Senior yet, not by a long shot, but I’m so far past 40 that it’s getting hard to see that particular milestone clearly in my life’s rearview mirror. The gray in my hair has required serious damage control for some time now, and gravity has taken its toll on my once voluptuous curves. When left on their own my boobs now choose to spread themselves on my chest, no longer having the energy to lift themselves proudly and roundly toward the sun. My pelvic region has replaced my boobs as the most prominent physical feature south of my face. My male friends would say ‘pelvic regions’ (in the plural), because men tend to have separate erogenous pigeonholes for the hips, bellies, asses, and uppermost thighs of females. My male friends would probably now consider all of those parts of me to have more than satisfactorily filled their respective niches.
Actually, none of my male friends would ever use a phrase like ‘pelvic regions’, and neither would I if I wasn’t writing something that might someday be read by strangers who need proof that I’m literate.
I’m rather short. I’ve managed to become chunky without becoming heavy.
I sometimes wonder if my late husband would have found my present figure type desirable, or if the men who now drift in and out of my life truly find it so. My male friends say they like me as I am, but I’m sure they know how effective that line can be in enticing me to get out of my panties and into a bed. And most of them aren’t exactly great physical specimens of their gender either. I now look longingly (and often hungrily) at younger and more athletic men, and I have no difficulty remembering how much fun it was to have a good old fashioned romp in the sack with one of them.
Or two of them, which was even more fun.
I live alone now, halfway up the bestview side of a Pittsburgh condo tower some twenty stories tall. I get along fine with my neighbors, perhaps because I have very little contact with them. I’m on a firstname basis with the cute young man who delivers my pizzas (and who occasionally gets a blowjob instead of a tip), but I’m not quite so sure of the first names of most of the the people who actually live close to me. Folks who live in detached single family homes brag about the separation they enjoy from other families on their street, but it’s nothing like the real isolation a highrise apartment can provide.
I’m not lonely, mind you. I just live alone. And looking back over what I just wrote, I wonder why the term “male friends” appears as often as it does.
Monday, April 7
Finally, something interesting to write in here. This morning I met a very attractive man while both of us were waiting for the elevator on my floor (the 11th). I assumed he was a visitor because I know by sight everyone on my floor who might (under any conceivable circumstances) want to fuck me. After the usual meaningless greetings he surprised me by introducing himself as a new resident of the building. That’ll teach me to skip those boring Condo Members’ meetings. His first name is Dylan. Or maybe Dillon, but that would be a big disappointment to me. I’m a Dylan generation person. I’m going to spell it D-Y-L-A-N, and try to avoid ever finding out if I’m spelling it wrong.
Dylan is a big man. I mean Big. And Tall. My guess is that he played serious sports when he was younger. He’s one of those men who gets more handsome as he ages (I believe the medical term for this is Sean Connery Syndrome), something that drives me crazy with envy and a sense of the fundamental unfairness of Life. He dresses very well. He probably has to shop in those places where former Steelers linebackers get their clothes. Or is it the middle linemen who are huge? You know what I mean, anyway.
We went through the ritual shtick about my name, of course:
“And your name is?” asks the big guy.
“It’s April”, I say, playing the game.
“I know that,” he says. “And your name is?”
I’d hate this silly routine if it wasn’t such a good ice-breaker with strangers.
He is about my age, I’d guess. His left hand ring finger is jewelry-free, although I don’t pay much attention to such details these days, either way. When a man is mine for the night (or even for just a good part of it), whatever other relationships may complicate his life are of little interest to me. The lines of Dylan’s body muscles have ‘relaxed’ somewhat in his midlife years (as compared to mine, which are now hardly paying attention at all). Dylan brought to my mind a fleeting mental image of the Marlboro Man approaching 60, and I was immediately happy that the image hadn’t been of that stupid Camel character in whatever counts as middle age for a camel.
His handshake was pleasingly firm, and his smile quite dazzling. I had on a rather tight pair of chino slacks this morning, and I’m not sure yet whether that was a helpful or unhelpful choice on my part. At least I know that I didn’t show any panty lines. And the moderately high heels were probably a good thing. He stood aside to let me enter the elevator ahead of him, and I deliberately walked as slowly and as interestingly as I could without looking as if I was deliberately walking slowly and interestingly.
He was still smiling when we went our separate ways in the Ground Floor lobby. I think that’s a good sign of something. I still don’t know which apartment he’s in, and already I want to fuck him.
Wednesday April 9
I can’t believe my good luck. I just met another new resident of the building, and this one is drop dead gorgeous. He’s half my age, which would normally make any serious relationship with him out of the question, but he’s a natural-born flirt and I think he was actually coming on to me! He used some good conversation openings that would work well as pickup lines (they’d work well on me, anyway), and he looked at my body as if he hoped it was on the menu for dinner. Again, no wedding ring or other signs of impediments to our future as fuckmates. He introduced himself as Richard, adding that he preferred to use Dick. I nearly lost it, right there.
We rode up together in the elevator, and he got off with me at my floor. I thought for a thrilling moment that he may have been stalking me! Having my very own stalker would have been a first for me (at this point in my life ‘firsts’ of any kind are hard to come by), but we headed off in opposite directions from the elevator. I made a point of fumbling in my purse for my door key long enough to see what door he was going to. He’s in 1109.
I’ll have to be careful not to let Dylan and Dick find out that I’m on the hunt for both of them, at least not until I’ve discovered what part they may get to play in my life, sexually speaking. I fully intend to fuck them both. One at a time, though.
So I’ve now spotted two new men, swimming at large in the waters around me. I intend to reel them in, to see if either or both of them is a keeper and worth mounting. I’ll go clothes shopping tomorrow. If I’m going to go fishing, I’d better get me some fresh bait.
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Thursday April 10
I’ve found that women who attempt to use clothing to conceal their figure flaws often end up looking so strangely dressed that the things they were hoping to hide become the things people unconsciously notice. I’ve had better luck dressing in a way that treats my flaws as features. I prefer to invite men to check my figure out carefully, just as it is, to see how good I’ve managed to make it look - flaws and all - and how unashamed I am of any part of it.
Take my tits. Please. I make no effort to minimize my boobs or to disguise their present shape and gradually lessening firmness. I choose bras that simply lift them and present them in a no-nonsense ‘Here they are, guys’ way. I refuse to wear caftans or baggy dresses, and I don’t wear very full skirts, or loose oversize pants, or (and just whose dumb idea were these?) tradesmen’s overalls. I wear things that cling snugly to my curves and say, ‘This is where my body stops and, if you’re lucky, this is where your hands can begin.’
Today I bought some tops and pants that fit with my fashion philosophy. I spent some time this evening trying them on in various combinations, deciding which ones would best suit my various moods or various social situations. And I practiced getting out of them smoothly and quickly. When it comes to sex, one can’t be over-prepared. And one shouldn’t be over-dressed.
Friday April 11
Earlier this evening I walked down the hall to Dick’s apartment. I had on a crisp new blouse (bright red), my snuggest leather pants (black), and a pair of spike heeled pumps (also black). I knocked on his door, and waited. He opened it a moment later, peering around the half-open door as if he was not quite dressed for visitors, and broke into a broad smile of recognition. I handed him the envelope I’d brought with me. I said I hoped I hadn’t interrupted him in the middle of something, although clearly I had done just that. I told him that he could look at the envelope later.
He took the envelope, and in so doing had to let the bath towel that had apparently been wrapped around his hips fall to the floor. He remained behind the door, his modesty intact in spite of the fact that I was pretty sure he was stark naked back there. Where are full length wall mirrors when you really need one? I told him that he smelled nice, that I approved of his taste in soaps or talcs or colognes or whatever, and then I turned to go. As I walked away, toward my own apartment, I made sure he got a good look at what I had crammed into my skintight pants. I walked straight down the hallway, never looking back, and noted with some satisfaction that I didn’t hear his door close until I had reached my own apartment door.
Inside the envelope was a humorous ‘Welcome’ greeting card, and inside the card was a note. The note said that I had enjoyed meeting him, that I wanted us to become good neighbors, and that if he ever needed ANYTHING, ANYTIME (yes, I shamelessly emphasized that part), he should give me a call or, better yet, just knock on my door and ask. I added my apartment number, which I guess he now knew anyway, and my phone number.
I’ve been keeping an eye out for Dylan, but I haven’t seen him around. I may have to stake out our hallway until I learn what his work/play schedule is. I don’t want to mess with his work hours, but I want to be there for him when he wants to play.
Monday April 14
I didn’t see either of the two D’s in my life over the weekend. This is not a good sign. It suggests that they have ways to occupy their leisure time that don’t require my input. Or maybe that they work on weekends, which bodes ill for our future playtimes.
I don’t think I’ve ever written the phrase ‘bodes ill’ before. Ever. Another bad sign.
Tuesday April 15
Today I ran into Dylan at the liquor store. Now I know where he hangs out. I had just arrived at the checkout line carrying two bottles of wine. The label on the German white showed a mustachioed old guy in lederhosen, with a turreted Alpine castle in the background. The label on the Spanish red showed a toreador doing something dramatic with a flowing red cape and, of course, a bull. Now you know my criteria for making selections for my Cellar (the cupboard under the microwave). I like Fine Art on my dining table. I don’t watch Martha Stewart just for the commercials, you know! Well, actually I don’t watch Martha at all.
I realized that the man standing right in front of me in the checkout line was Dylan! With him was a shopping cart practically overflowing with expensive looking wines, liquors, brandies, a cognac, and imported beers and ales. I assumed he was either stocking up for a big party or planning to open a liquor store of his own. A fantasy popped into my mind, of the two of us being trapped in our building’s elevator for hours with only his liquor store purchases to keep us from dying of thirst. When I found myself examining the interestingly shaped bottles in Dylan’s cart, assessing them for their value as marital aids, I shook myself back to reality.
I tapped him on the shoulder, to let him know I was there. He turned and gave me a smile that almost caused me to lose my grip on my wine bottles, which I had been trying to conceal from his beautiful eyes. I had already decided that his taste in label artwork was not the same as mine.
His bill was bigger than my booze budget for an entire year. Well, that may not be exactly true. I’ve never been able to make up a workable budget for anything.
We talked out in the parking lot for a few minutes before going to our cars. I figured he’d need at least four trips from his car to our building’s elevator to get all of that stuff up to his apartment. Unless he borrowed the store’s cart, of course. I didn’t wait to see if he’d do that.
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Saturday April 19
Dick called me up last evening and asked me to pop over to his place for a drink and some chat. I hemmed and hawed a bit on the phone, trying to sound as if I was making up my mind whether or not I wanted to take him up on his offer, while I changed into something I thought would have the desired (i.e. seductive) effect on him. I like changing clothes while talking on the phone. I’m no good at it, but I saw it done very gracefully in a movie once and I’m still trying to learn the tricks to it.
I chose a nearly transparent white blouse, and selected the white bra underneath it knowing that it was going to be highly visible. I put on my best (and tightest) white designer jeans, which are a bit uncomfortable when I’m sitting down, but are fine when I can stretch my legs out. I pictured myself lying down a lot of the time, but that would be pretty much up to Dick.
I knocked on the door of 1109 some twenty minutes later. Dick invited me in, and kissed me on the lips in greeting. I kissed him back. A good start. Dick’s apartment is a two-bedroom model, which is larger than mine and seems a bit ostentatious for a single man, but conspicuous affluence is a good feature in men. I made a mental note to see what that second bedroom was being used for. Perhaps he’s an artist of some sort, I thought, a musician maybe, who does some work at home. If he’s a rock drummer, that fact will probably be brought up in a future Condo Members’ meeting.
Three drinks and a few tracks from a very good funky blues CD later, I was stretched out on the sofa with Dick half on top of me. My blouse was open, my bra was undone, and Dick’s mouth was playing over my tits with considerable skill.
“I think the bed would be more comfortable, don’t you, April?” he whispered into the valley between my breasts.
“Let’s go there, Dick,” I said, “and find out.”
The next hour is something of a blur in my memory. I do remember undressing Dick while he was undressing me, and then the two of us running through a number of positions for sex - first oral and then coital - all of them quite satisfying. I remember cumming at least three times (at least I had three orgasms worth remembering) and I received Dick’s cum in my mouth once and in my cunt at least once.
He was very good. I stayed with him all night. He provided me with a brand new toothbrush, even though my own was only a short walk away, and I slept in his strong young arms.
I awoke this morning to find Dick’s tongue at work between my thighs, and after I’d had enough I knelt over him and fucked him until he’d had enough.
I had coffee and croissants with him, got dressed, walked home, took a shower, and wrote this in my diary.
Saturday April 19 (again!)
I ran into Dylan again, this time in the building’s parking garage, about eight hours after I got home from Dick’s place. I’d just come back from shopping. Dylan was on his way out to somewhere. I put my best flirting moves on him, and his responses were promising, so I invited him to stop by my apartment around 9 pm for a drink and some chat. I know, that’s the same invitation I’d gotten from Dick, but it worked so well for him that I thought I’d give it a try myself.
He said he’d like that, and offered to bring a bottle of something suitable with him. I think he may have caught a glimpse of my wine purchases and feels that I could use some help in this area.
Sunday April 20
Dylan arrived last night in a perfectly tailored sportscoat and slacks with knife-edge creases that looked like they might be dangerous to touch with a bare finger. I recklessly planned to touch his pantlegs a lot, anyway.
I tilted my head up and greeted him with a kiss on his lovely mouth. He kissed me back. A good start. He handed me a rather heavy bottle of Scotch. The bottle looked as if it was meant to be handled like fine crystal. The label gave the 20-some-year history of the stuff, in very small lettering. No artwork, I noticed, but then the bottle itself probably ate up the distillery’s entire marketing budget.
“I like mine neat, no ice,” he said. “Have yours any way you like, April, but you’ll find this one smooth enough to stand up well on its own.” I smiled, trying to give the impression that I knew what the hell he was talking about.
I managed to find a couple of glasses that I use for orange juice at breakfast time. Dylan seemed to find this a charming departure from his usual barware.
We talked, and we drank, with an Easy Listening station on the radio that was easy to ignore and just treat as background music. Dylan asked me to dance, which I thought was very charming of him, and it felt good being held close to his large strong frame. We kissed again, and then again, and then we just couldn’t seem to stop kissing. He put his big hands under my butt cheeks and lifted me right up off the floor. I wrapped my legs about his hips, and he walked us straight into my bedroom without ever taking his mouth from mine. Considering my present weight, this was a remarkably athletic move on his part.
He lowered me gently onto the bed. He began to undress both of us, slowly and teasingly. When we were both totally naked, he kissed me and fingerfucked me as I stroked his fully erect cock. Then we were 69ing. His tongue played in both of my crotch holes as I kissed and licked and sucked and nibbled at his cock and his balls.
I felt myself nearing a climax, and almost simultaneously I felt his cock seem to grow even harder and I knew he was about to cum himself.
“I’m going to cum!” he warned me.
“I know!” I answered. “But don’t stop eating me out!”
That kind of talk always sounds to me like it comes from a badly written porn flick, but in the heat of passion I can’t be expected to choose my words very carefully.
We both kept at it, and a moment later both of us crashed into our separate but equal orgasms. It was quite beautiful. And more than a little messy. It was something of a relief to think that tomorrow was my usual laundry day anyway, so I wouldn’t be sleeping on our cum stains for more than just the one night.
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We fucked. Dylan was gentlemanly enough not to let his weight rest on me when he was on top, and I was able to thank him by moving my lower body under him in ways that milked the jism from his balls quite effectively.
Later Dylan picked me up as he had before, his hands cupped under the cheeks of my ass, but this time with his cock well up into my pussy. He paraded me around the bedroom, pausing to let us admire ourselves in my full-length mirror, and then put me up against a wall and fucked me without letting my feet touch the floor. He was showing off, I know, but I had to admit that it was very impressive.
Dylan rimmed my anus, an act I dearly love but rarely get to enjoy. He probed my bumhole with his stiffened tongue before bending me over the back of a chair and entering my anal passage with his cock. I came so fast and so hard in that position that I realized I’d never before been assfucked with such skill and with so little discomfort. Damn, Dylan was good.
We sucked and fucked for what seemed like hours, but probably wasn’t. I fell asleep in Dylan’s arms. When I awoke this morning, he had left. I wanted to call him and thank him for a wonderful evening, but I still don’t know his phone number. Or his apartment number. Or if I’m spelling his name right.
If I’m not careful, I’ll start to feel like a slut.
It occurred to me that I’d been thoroughly fucked by both Dick and Dylan on the same day, albeit several hours apart. Their styles of lovemaking are very different, and their body types are very different, so I feel that I’m getting the best of two worlds in my new lovers. I wonder if I’m going to be able to continue to enjoy them both, without them finding out about each other. The fact that we all live on the same floor of the building will make visiting back and forth between our apartments easy, but it will also make it difficult for us to keep our fucking a secret.
Monday April 21
I lucked out. My period started today. I could use a break anyway.
Thursday April 24
I haven’t seen or heard from either Dick or Dylan for several days. I’m not upset about this, exactly, but I do wonder if they’re both having second thoughts about continuing our ‘affairs’. There’s absolutely no way that this can be my fault. I was at my fucking best in bed with both of them.
Saturday April 26
I just got home and found a message on my telephone answering machine. It was from Dick, and it went like this:
“Hi, sweetheart. I want to pick things up where we left them last Friday. Can you come to my place for dinner tonight? I’ll cook. Don’t panic, April, I really can cook. Does that surprise you? I have another surprise planned for you too, and I think you’ll like it. Leave a message on my machine to let me know if you can make it. Kisses, darling.”
I called his machine and told it when I planned to show up at his place.
Sunday April 27
I’m going to have to write this carefully. My dinner date last night with Dick turned out very differently from the way I thought it would, and the surprise he promised me turned out to be more of a shock. It would be easy to just give it all away right here, but I’m going to describe it as it happened, step by step, and let you experience it the way I did.
I wore another top and pants outfit that I thought made me look eminently fuckable, even though I was pretty sure Dick wouldn’t need that kind of encouragement. Dick let me into his apartment, closed the door behind me, and took me in his arms to kiss me deeply and wetly. His hands were all over my body, especially between my legs, and the rubbing he was giving my pussy mound was making me very warm and wet. For a moment I was certain that we would never get to the dinner table, even though there were delicious smells coming from the kitchen.
He ended the kiss and the grope, poured me an aperitif into what I can only guess is an aperitif glass, and let me relax on his Living Room sofa as he tended to some final preparations in the kitchen.
When he rejoined me on the sofa, he took me in his arms and kissed me again.
“Are you ready for the big surprise I promised you, baby?” he asked.
“Of course I’m ready, Dick,” I said. “You did say that I’d like it, didn’t you?”
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“Yes, I did say that. Well, here’s the surprise.”
And from that other bedroom came Dylan, smiling broadly. He came directly to me, bent down to where I was sitting on the sofa, and tongue kissed me passionately. Dick watched this with some delight, I noticed. Dylan sat in an armchair and smiled at me.
‘Oh, fuck!’, I thought. ‘This is not going to turn out well.’ I could think of nothing to say that wouldn’t sound just plain idiotic. I was more than a little embarrassed to learn that these two guys already knew I’d been playing with them both.
“I invited Dylan to join us,” said Dick. “I believe you two have already met.”
I looked back and forth between the two men, fighting back the panic I was beginning to feel.
“How do you two know each other? You both just moved into this building.”
“Well, actually … " Dick began.
“Wait!” I interrupted. I turned to Dick. “Dylan is your … uh … roommate?” I asked, still not quite believing it.
“Yes, and he’s also my father, April,” grinned Dick and, seeing my jaw drop in amazement, he added, “I rather thought that would surprise you.”
There was a long silence before I could think of anything appropriate to say.
“How long have you two known that I’d been … uh … with the other?”
“I mentioned you to Dad after last Friday night,” said Dick. “He told me he was hot for you too, and he asked for one good fuck with you before you and I got too … attached. He got his chance the very next night, as you know.”
I looked at Dylan. “So when you were with me you already knew that I’d slept with Dick?” I asked, hardly believing what I was saying. “That I’d slept with your son … just a few hours earlier?”
“Yes, my dear,” said Dylan. “But remember, you made it clear that you wanted me as much as I wanted you.”
“Oh, shit,” I said. “This is freaking me out. Look, if you want me to go now, I can …”
“Not at all,” said Dick. “We want to share dinner with you, and then we want to share you.”
“You mean you both want to fuck me tonight? Together? A threesome?”
“Yes,” said Dylan. “If you want to end our little games after tonight, we’ll understand. And if you want to end them with just one of us, either one of us, the other will understand. But we’re going to have this night together, the three of us, and you’re going to love it.”
“But first, dinner,” said Dick. “You too grab seats at the table and I’ll bring the first course in.”
The dinner was very good, the accompanying wines were very good, and the conversation was very good once I composed myself enough to enjoy being part of it.
After dinner we relaxed in the Living Room for awhile, and then we retired to Dick’s bedroom for the rest of the evening’s activities.
We all undressed, and we all got together on the bed, and the games began.
I’d been in threesomes before, but I don’t think I’d ever been in one that worked as smoothly and well as this one did. My first thought was that it was because Dick and Dylan knew each other so well, and then it occurred to me that this probably wasn’t the first time they’d shared a woman this way. They worked almost as a team, without the undercurrents of competition or jealousy that I’ve sensed on past occasions when I was having sex with two men at the same time.
I had two mouths and four hands moving over me, and two cocks moving in me, seemingly continuously. My mouth and hands could find whatever male body parts they wanted at any moment, as those parts seemed to be always close at hand. It was wonderful to feel several of my erogenous zones being ministered to simultaneously. My nipples felt like they were being kissed and licked and sucked and fondled almost without a break, no matter where the men’s bodies were in relation to mine.
I had one cock in my mouth and another in my pussy, several times. I even had both cocks in my mouth at the same time, briefly. I had Dick’s cock in my mouth and Dylan’s cock in my ass once, and a little later Dick moved his cock from my mouth to my pussy and I found my two lower holes both plugged with cocks. I had never managed the pussy/asshole combo before, and once I got used to the strange feeling it was perhaps the most amazing physical sensation I’ve ever had in sex.
I have no idea how many orgasms we had. I lost count of my own. The men seemed able to take rest breaks occasionally, in turns, to keep up the action on their side. It’s possible that Dylan had pharmaceutical assistance in maintaining his erection, and for that matter maybe Dick had as well, but I really don’t know about that.
In the morning (this morning, Sunday morning) we showered together, got dressed, and made ourselves reasonably fit to be seen in public. The men walked me home, which seemed like a sweetly romantic thing for them to do, considering the shortness and relative safety of a walk along a carpeted eleventh floor hallway.
I kissed them both at my apartment door.
“Remember what I said last night,” said Dylan. “If you want to stop seeing one or both of us, just say the word and we’ll understand.”
“I’ve already made my decision,” I said.
They looked at me expectantly, and waited to hear whatever I might say.
“I’ve decided not to decide,” I said. “I think we should keep doing this for at least a while more. I can’t think of any reason to stop seeing either one of you right now. Hell, I may never see a reason for that.”
They grinned, and then laughed.
They turned and started back toward 1109. Now I know which apartment is Dylan’s. I stood in my doorway for a moment or two, watching them and thanking the fates for bringing such a delightful pair into my life. I caught bits of their conversation, although it was mostly guy chat and not meant for my ears.
I did hear, “Damn, she’s good,” from Dick, and then, “Yes, she’s damned good,” from Dylan, who had an arm around his son’s shoulders.
For a brief moment they looked to me like victorious warriors coming home from the battlefield, or successful hunters reliving the thrill of the chase. I wasn’t sure if I liked my role in those metaphors, so I decided they didn’t really look like warriors or hunters at all.
“I’ll tell you what I want us to do next time,” said Dick. They entered their apartment before I could hear what was said next. I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.
The End
Amy Fucks on Vacation
Christmas was fast approaching and I had no idea what to buy for my wife Amy. I had thought of everything and still came up with nothing. She doesn’t like jewellery, doesn’t need any clothes and is not a fan of many electronics. I have succeeded every other time in coming up with some great ideas but this year I was stumped. I asked some of the guys at work who knew Amy and they had some ideas but none of them were any good. Just when I thought I was shit out of luck our friend Matt offered a suggestion that I liked. He said that I should plan a vacation and sweep Amy away on Christmas eve to a romantic surprise destination. I decided to look into this idea.
After some vigorous investigation I settled on a location and resort that would suit our lifestyle and that we could both enjoy. For those of you who aren’t aware, Amy and I have a completely open relationship and are both free to partake in whatever sexual exploits we choose. Having said this, I chose to take my lovely bride to Hedonism in Jamaica for a week of relaxation and debauchery.
I managed to plan everything without Amy finding out and waited to tell her until the last minute. I let the cat out of the bag just hours before we were to leave for the airport allowing Amy some time to gather her things. We hastily left home and were off the ground shortly thereafter. We arrived at the resort, checked in and were situated in our room without incident. I had booked the honeymoon suite which included a full bar and a huge jacuzzi. Amy loved everything and couldn’t thank me enough.
We decided to change into our swimwear and head to the beach for a swim. When we got down to the beach we were surrounded by hundreds of beautiful women and men. We lay out a couple of towels and headed for the water. We played around in the water, giving each other a few pinches and grabs under the water. After growing tired of the water we walked back up the beach to our spot and lay out to enjoy the sun. Amy asked me to rub some lotion on her back so she wouldn’t burn. I squirted some sunscreen into my hands and began to rub it in. Amy reached around and untied her bikini top so that I didn’t get lotion on it. When I was done we both lay down and took in the warm tropical sun. After about 10 minutes I noticed that Amy had drifted off to sleep so I decided to go for a walk and get a drink.
This would also give me a chance to set up what was to be the second part of my surprise. After grabbing a drink I walked back to the hotel and took a seat in the bar and waited. I only had to wait for a few minutes. See, I had arranged for Amy’s friend Pat to meet us at the resort and spend the week with us. I knew that Amy had always wanted to sleep with Pat and I intended on making that dream come true. Pat and I quickly said hello, I gave him my room key and I excused myself to get back to Amy on the beach. I told Pat to come our room at 8:00 that evening and to let himself in.
When I got back to my wife I noticed that she wasn’t alone. A gorgeous ebony woman had taken a seat next to her and the two of them seemed to be hitting it off. I interrupted their conversation and introduced myself to Amy’s new friend. I learned that her name was Stacy and that she was on vacation with a few of her friends. I informed Stacy that Amy and I had to leave for dinner but we all agreed that we should get together with Stacy and her friends later on for some drinks and dancing. Before we got up to leave, Stacy reached for Amy’s bikini top and tied it up for her. Amy and I said goodbye and left for the hotel.
After a great dinner Amy and I retreated to our room to make use of our jacuzzi before we were to meet Stacy. At least that’s what Amy thought! It was nearly 7:30 and I knew that I didn’t have much time before Pat was to arrive at our room. Amy and I quickly stripped and entered the warm water. We enjoyed the hot tub for a few minutes before I made my move. I lowered my head to one of Amy’s breasts and sucked her nipple into my mouth. I felt it harden beneath my tongue and a soft moan escaped her lips. She in turn placed her hand in my lap to find that my cock was already rock hard. Amy suggested that we exit the water and take our fun to the bed. My plan was coming together nicely. I pushed Amy onto the bed and went to my suitcase to get a few things. I returned with a blindfold and some lube. I placed the blindfold securely over Amy’s eyes and made sure that she could not see anything. I roughly spread her thighs and dove between her legs. I began to lick and suck at her pussy and clit. Amy came almost immediately, screaming at the top of her lungs and thrashing about the bed.
I was shocked when I felt a hand come to rest on my shoulder. I guess that Pat had entered the room without me hearing and had snuck up behind me. I continued to gently lick Amy’s pussy and motioned for Pat to get naked. He moved away and removed his shorts and t-shirt. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was already sporting a huge erection.
Pat came closer to the bed and I moved out of the way, asking Amy if she was ready to be fucked. She said that she wanted my cock in her really bad. Pat and I took this as our cue. I moved out of the way and allowed Pat to move between Amy’s legs. He grabbed his cock and slowly fed it into her soaking wet pussy. Pat and I were roughly the same size so Amy didn’t realize that it wasn’t me pounding away at her. I took a seat in the chair next to the bed to watch my wife get fucked by her friend.
Pat grabbed Amy’s legs, lifted them onto his shoulders and started to really pound her pussy hard. Amy was loving the deep fucking that “I” was giving her. She began asking me to fuck her like she has never been fucked before. I loved when she talked dirty to me in bed and Pat seemed to love it as well. He had to bite his lip to avoid giving our little secret away as he grew closer and closer to cumming in my wife. Amy was fast approaching what would hopefully be the first of many orgasms this evening. Seeing that she was getting close, I rose from my chair and moved to the side of the bed. As Pat continued to slam into her I quietly reached for her blindfold and yanked it off in one quick motion. When Amy saw that it wasn’t me inside of her she came immediately, screaming out Pat’s name. Hearing this, Pat unloaded deep within my wife’s canal and collapsed on top of her.
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Once he regained his breathe, Pat did something that shocked both Amy and I. He pulled his softening cock from Amy’s sticky pussy and lowered his head between her legs. He started to lick and suck at Amy’s cum filled pussy, cleaning her and tasting his own cum at the same time. When he was done he moved up on the bed and began to share his cum with Amy. Seeing this nearly made me cum right then and there.
I hopped up on the bed and slipped my hard cock into Amy’s well used pussy. She was wetter than I had ever felt before, a combination of her own orgasm and the remnants of Pat’s load. I didn’t want to cum right away so I took my time and fucked Amy nice and slow. Amy asked if she could suck Pat off as I fucked her so I pulled out for a moment as they repositioned themselves. Pat lay on the bed and Amy situated herself over him in a 69. Amy started to lick Pat’s shaft, bringing him back to full mast. I moved behind Amy, grabbed her hips and began to slowly slide myself back into her.
I pushed my cock all the way inside her and adjusted my myself so that I could watch my wife pleasure Pat for a minute. My face was right next to hers as she bobbed up and down on Pat’s pole. Meanwhile, Pat was sucking on Amy’s hard clit causing her to moan around his cock. He continued to work on her clit as I started to thrust slowly in and out. Occasionally, I could feel my balls slide across Pat’s forehead. I didn’t really mind this and Pat soon proved that he had no problem with it at all. As I maintained my steady rhythm, I began to feel Pat’s tongue licking at the point where my hard-on was entering Amy. This was a wonderful new sensation for me and I was curious to see just how for Pat was willing to go.
I pulled my cock nearly all the way out of Amy, leaving only my head inside her. Pat kept licking and I could feel his tongue on the underside of my cock. I allowed my cock to slip from Amy’s cunt and to my delight, Pat caught me in his mouth. I thrust into his throat and he swallowed me without any problem. This was obviously not Pat’s first blowjob. He sucked my cock for a few seconds and then used his hand to line me up with Amy’s opening again. I pushed myself back into Amy and resumed fucking my slut wife. We stayed in this position for quite some time before switching things up a bit.
Amy stated that she wanted Pat inside her again and swung her hips around until she was positioned above his cock. She proceeded to impale herself on Pat’s rod in one swift motion. Amy then ordered me to put my dick in her mouth which I was more than happy to do. My wife loves having two cocks in her simultaneously and this time was no different. She was quickly building to another climax and I suspected Pat was as well. Amy’s masterful mouth was bringing me close to the brink also. My pleasure was doubled when Amy took my shaft from her mouth and began to share me with Pat. Receiving a blowjob from my sexy wife and her male friend was too much for me and I began to squirt warm ropes of cum all over both of their faces. The two of them were also cumming as they started to kiss each other around the head of my cock. Once everyone’s orgasms had subsided, we collapsed in a pile of sweaty flesh and sticky cum and drifted off to sleep.
I was suddenly brought back to life by a loud knock at the door. I rolled over to take a look at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight. I lazily got out of bed, slipped on a pair of shorts, and went to see who was at the door. When I swung the door open I was greeted enthusiastically by Stacy, our new dark skinned friend from the beach. She gave me a quick hug and gentle kiss on the cheek. Stacy was dressed in a skin tight white dress that showed off every curve of her fantastic body. Her dark nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. She inquired as to why we weren’t ready to go dancing yet. I told her that we had just gone for dinner and come up here to have a little nap so we would have some energy for the remainder of the night. I assured Stacy that we would get ready and meet her in the club shortly. We said our goodbyes and I closed the door behind me.
I walked around the corner expecting to see Pat and Amy still asleep but I guess the knock at the door had woken them up as well. Pat was laying behind Amy with his arm around her and his hand lightly tweaking her nipple. I divulged who was at the door and told Amy that Stacy and her friends were waiting for us. Amy turned to Pat and asked him if he was interested in joining us. Pat informed us that he had also made plans to meet up with a couple he had met earlier in the day. We all quickly got dressed and left our room together. Before we parted ways, Amy told Pat to feel free to stop in later if his night didn’t go well. She gave his cock a playful squeeze through his pants and we parted company.
When Amy and I arrived at the club we were amazed at the energy in the atmosphere. There were hundreds of sexy people dancing, drinking and of course flirting spread out across the huge dance floor and bar areas. We went to the nearest bar to order a drink as we surveyed the club in search of Stacy and her friends. We soon noticed Stacy and a large group of guys and girls seated in a secluded corner of the club. Once we had our drinks we made our way over to Stacy. She introduced Amy and I to her friends, 4 guys and 3 girls, and told us to make ourselves at home as she scooted her ass over allowing room for both Amy and I to sit next to her. We all sipped at our drinks and got to know each other. Stacy’s friends made us both feel comfortable and we were soon having a great time.
At one point, one of Stacy’s girlfriends said that she wanted to go dance so Stacy, Amy and the other women went with her. This allowed us men to talk some sports and to examine some of the fine women that were gracing the club this evening. While we were talking earlier I learned that Stacy and her entire group of friends were all single and had decided to come to Jamaica for some wild sexual fun. I explained our relationship to the guys and bragged that we had already had a mind blowing threesome earlier that evening. Just as I finished elaborating on our earlier escapade, the girls returned from the dance floor. Amy once again sat next to me and Stacy sat at my other side.
Amy engaged herself in conversation with Scott, the only black guy in the group. He was very tall at about 6'4" and obviously took good care of his body. Stacy leaned into me and whispered in my ear that Amy had told her that she thought Scott was really cute and wanted to get to know him better. I informed Stacy that I had no problem with that and asked her to come get another drink with me to allow Amy and Scott some time to get acquainted. We decided to take a little walk around the club and go to the bar that was furthest from were we were sitting. Stacy and I both had a wonderful time talking and flirting while we spent some time away from our group. While waiting in line for drinks I felt Stacy’s hand come to rest on my butt. She confided in me that she found me really attractive and hoped that we could have some fun later on. I told her that the feeling was mutual and gave her a quick kiss before making our way back to our seats.
While I was away Amy and Scott must have got along quite well and were seated very close to one another. Amy had one of her legs draped over his lap, giving all who cared to look, a peek up her dress. I caught Scott admiring Amy’s shapely legs and could see that he was surely interested in my sexy wife. Scott turned to me and asked if he could take her out on the dance floor. Amy interrupted and snapped that they didn’t need my permission. She got up, grabbed Scott by the belt buckle, and dragged him out of sight. I loved seeing my wife take control like that and knew that behavior like this usually ended up with her getting laid.
Stacy seemed a little taken aback at Amy’s actions and asked if I was upset. I assured her that I was fine and actually got turned on seeing my wife lust after another man. I grabbed Stacy’s hand and placed it in my crotch where I knew she could feel just how turned on I was. I guess that the remainder of the group saw this and wanted to give us some time to ourselves because they excused themselves to go dancing. Once they were gone I pulled Stacy close and planted a passionate kiss on her full lips. This was the first time I had really kissed a black woman and I loved every second of it. As our tongues danced, Stacy swung her leg around and straddled me, now sitting in my lap. She started to rock her hips to the beat of the song that was playing, all the while grinding her pussy against my firm dick.
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I looked down and noticed that Stacy’s dress had ridden up and her bald pussy was within view. I squeezed my hand between our bodies and began to fondle her ebony box. Stacy moaned into my mouth and asked me to put a finger inside her. I gladly granted her wish, easily sliding my index finger into her already wet cunt. I finger fucked her for a few minutes until she came. She let out a loud scream of pleasure that I could hear over the loud music. Once she came down form her climax, she stood and lifted my finger to her mouth. She greedily slurped her juices from my finger and then leaned back down for another kiss. The faint taste of pussy was evident on her lips as we made out.
After straightening up we decided to make our way out to the dance floor to see what was happening with Amy and the rest of the gang. We saw that they were all gathered in the center of the floor. It took us a few minutes to fight our way through the crowd but we soon reached our destination. I snuck up behind Amy and gave her firm ass a hard spank. She jumped forward in shock and snapped around to see who had hit her. When she saw that it was me, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I grabbed her ass to support her as we kissed. Amy asked if I was enjoying myself and I assured her that everything was great. She informed me that her night had been excellent as well and that she really wanted some dick. I let her down and gave her a gentle push in Scott’s direction. She knew what this meant and took the opportunity to let Scott know as well.
Amy stepped in front of Scott, reached her hand up to his neck, and pulled his head down to meet hers. She gave him the most intense kiss that I have ever seen. It looked as if she was trying to suck his entire head into her mouth. When Scott realized what was going to happen, he became a little more bold. His hand reached for one of her amazing tits and gripped it firmly. Scott’s other hand was on Amy’s ass pulling her tightly against him. The two soon to be lovers swayed to the music as they kissed and fondled each other.
Now that I was certain Amy was going to be taken care of I could pursue my goal. I moved behind Stacy and pulled her close. I made sure that she could feel my fully aroused cock against her ass. Stacy began to gyrate her round booty against my member, nearly causing me to explode right there on the dance floor. I snaked my head around and started to lick and nibble at the nape of her neck. My hand moved for the hem of her dress and pulled it up slightly. Reaching under her dress, I once again found her opening and slid two fingers inside. I suppose this was making her feel slightly uncomfortable because she asked me to stop. I spun her around and suggested that we go up to my room. She said that she was game and excused herself to go grab her purse from our table.
I turned around to tell Amy that I was going upstairs and she disengaged from Scott just long enough to tell me that they would be joining us. She then whispered something in Scott’s ear and I could see a huge grin flash across his face. Amy later told me that she had asked Scott to come to our room and stretch her pussy out for me. They took each other’s hand and started for the room while I waited for Stacy to return. When Stacy did get back I wasted no time whisking her away. We managed to catch up to Amy and Scott at the elevator.
The four of us entered the elevator and quickly closed the door so that we would be alone. Amy immediately sank to her knees in front of Scott and wrestled to free his cock. When she finally released him I was shocked at how big he was. He had to be 10 inches long and as thick as my forearm. Amy proceeded to lick his shaft from balls to tip. She then forced the head of his dick into her mouth and began to suck him off. I turned to see that Stacy’s eyes were fixed on the sight before her. Not unlike my wife, I moved in front of Stacy and dropped to my knees. I lifted one of her legs until her foot rested on one of the elevator’s hand rails giving me access to her beautiful black pussy. I dove in and ate her pussy like it would be my last. In no time at all Stacy stated that she was about to cum. She grabbed my head and held it in place while she fucked my tongue. She surprised us all when she came. Stacy’s pussy erupted with squirt after squirt of cum. I nearly drown in her juices and had to push myself away from her to catch my breath. I guess that the sight of Stacy squirting had excited Scott because when I turned around Amy’s face was covered in cum. We had timed our oral fucking perfectly, just as I stood the elevator doors opened on our floor.
Without taking the time to clean up we made our way down the hallway towards our room. Amy looked wonderful walking down the hall with cum dribbling off her face. My clothes were drenched in Stacy’s cum as well. It was very erotic knowing that if anyone had come out of their room and seen us, there would have been no mistaking what we were up to. We managed to arrive at our door without being caught. I opened the door and led everybody inside.
The second we got past the door Amy pinned Scott against the wall and began to tear off his clothes. As Stacy and I moved around them I gave my wife a playful pat on the ass and told her to have fun. She winked at me as she slowly jerked of Scott. I stopped for a moment to observe Amy’s tiny hand stroking Scott’s monster rod. I was desperate to see Scott’s black cock pounding away at Amy’s tight slit. I snapped out of my trance and made my way to the bed where Stacy was waiting on her hands and knees.
I shed my clothing as fast as humanly possible and joined her atop the bed. The sight of her dark, round ass pointed to the sky was enough to make my cock twitch uncontrollably. I gave Stacy’s beautiful ass a hard smack and watched as a tiny ripple moved across her behind. I love a woman with some meat on her bones so seeing her butt jiggle was a huge turn on. I bent over and sank my teeth into the ebony flesh of her ass. SMACK! I gave her ass another spank. This time I allowed my hand to linger for a moment, kneading her booty.
I decided to take advantage of her current position and lowered my head toward her pussy. I commenced eating her sweet pussy from behind while continuing to massage her ass. The contrast of her dark skin and light pink slit was a very sexy sight. I lapped at her from top to bottom, causing her to moan each time I touched her clit. After every few licks I would stop to suck her hard clit into my mouth. Stacy would push herself back towards me every time I flicked my tongue across her clit. Wanting to taste more of her, I released her hard nub from my mouth and once again used long deliberate licks to cover her entire pussy.
Still wanting more, I used my tongue to lick the crack of her ass. When Stacy didn’t resist I knew I could move in for the kill. I spread her ass cheeks apart with my hands, exposing her puckered hole. I moved my face into the crack of her butt and lightly flicked my tongue over her rear opening. Stacy was loving the attention I was giving to her booty and was now begging for me to eat her asshole. It was at this point that I felt a hand on the back of my head and Amy telling me to give the woman what she wanted. I went to town on Stacy’s asshole, licking and occasionally forcing my tongue into her. When Amy was satisfied with the job I was doing, she moved from behind me and I felt her crawl onto the bed.
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With my face buried in Stacy’s ass, I could just see over the horizon of her cheeks. What I was able to see was fantastic. My slut wife was on her hands and knees while Scott was feeding her his cock from behind. The bed began to shake as Scott sawed in and out of Amy’s cunt.
The movement of the bed was causing the large globes of Stacy’s ass to clap against my face. Finally, I couldn’t take it any more and told Stacy that I needed to fuck her. Her reply to this was to reach back, grab her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Her asshole glistened with my saliva and looked so inviting.
I stood beside the bed and lined my cock up with Stacy’s sweet ass. I smeared some of the precum that was leaking continuously from the tip of my shaft all over my cock and started to push. This was definitely not Stacy’s first anal experience as my head slid into her tight hole quite easily. She let out a low, primal moan as I fed my cock into her from behind. Once I was all the way in I held still for a moment, allowing Stacy’s muscles to adjust. When I felt her relax I started to pull back slowly until only the tip of my dick was inside her. I then pushed into her fully and much quicker than the first time. Stacy had no trouble accommodating my pole in her ass now. I began to fuck her black ass slightly harder with each thrust until she begging to be pounded.
Lifting my head, I saw that Amy and Scott had stopped what they were doing in order to witness me take Stacy’s ass. Scott’s big dong was still buried in my wife’s puss, but they were both completely motionless. Amy then started to cheer me on, telling me to fuck my little black slut as hard as I could. I followed her directions to a tee, ploughing Stacy’s fine ass with all that I had. I heard Amy say that she wanted a better look and she scooted under Stacy in a 69 position. From her new location, Amy could clearly see my rod stretching Stacy’s round butt. Not wanting to be left out of the action, Scott moved between Amy’s legs and rammed his huge dong into her pussy again. Amy’s scream of pleasure would have woke the dead if it were not muffled by Stacy’s wet cunt on her mouth.
The four of us fucked and sucked in this position for a while before we started to climax. Amy was the first to lose control, coating Scott’s shaft with her juices. Amy’s warmth and wetness caused Scott to explode deep within my wife. When Amy came down from her sexual high she resumed licking Stacy’s muff. Amy’s tongue combined with me pounding her ass sent Stacy over the edge. Her juices erupted from her slit and Amy hungrily lapped at her from below. I was fast approaching my own orgasm and wanted to cum all over Stacy’s big ass. I withdrew my cock and it exited Stacy with a “pop”. That wonderful sound and the sight of Stacy’s well used asshole caused me to empty my load on Stacy’s ass and lower back. My cum then started to flow down the crack of her ass and onto my wife’s face below. Amy opened her mouth and allowed my cum to fall onto her awaiting tongue. She swallowed all that landed in her mouth and then slipped out from under Stacy.
When Amy stood up, I took in the magnificent sight before me. She was a sweaty mess complete with a cum covered face, from both Stacy and I, and Scott’s cum had started to seep from her well used cunt. She looked sexier now than I had ever seen her before and I told her so. Amy thanked me for the compliment and asked me to join her in the shower. I gave Stacy’s cum covered ass another spank before leaving the room to meet my slut wife in the shower.
In the shower, Amy and I lathered each other up and discussed our very erotic day. Recalling our escapades was getting us both worked up again. Amy used her soapy hands to bring me back to full hardness while I “cleaned” her lovely tits and mound. Amy requested that I be gentle because she was quite tender from the drilling that Scott had given her. I looked down at her pussy and saw that her lips were red and swollen. She said that she was okay and that she would just need a little time to recover. We rinsed our clean bodies, towelled each other off and went to rejoin Scott and Stacy.
We were somewhat surprised to find Stacy riding Scott with his huge black pole stretching her asshole to the max. I knew that Amy needed a break but I wanted more. Stacy must have read my mind because she invited me over and pleaded for me to fill her pussy. She sank down on Scott’s prick and waited for me to enter her. Once I was in fully, I started to pump in and out slowly. With each stroke I could feel Scott’s dick also buried in Stacy. Scott and I had gotten into a steady rhythm, as he pulled out I would thrust in and vice versa. Stacy was soon screaming in ecstasy from the double fucking she was receiving. She yelled out that she was going to cum and wanted us to fuck her deep and hard.
No longer in sync, Scott and I pounded both her holes as Stacy screamed the arrival of her climax. She came so hard that her muscles forced out my cock and splashed it with her nectar. When she finally stopped squirting I rammed my wet dick back into her causing her eyes to roll back into her head. Stacy ordered Scott and I to both cum in her at the same time. I knew that I was very close and Scott said he was ready whenever I was. We erupted simultaneously, filling her ass and cunt with hot cum. I could feel Scott’s rod twitching through the thin wall between Stacy’s ass and pussy. We pulled out and stood beside the bed as Stacy lay exhausted with cum oozing from both her holes.
Once we all cleaned up, Amy told Stacy and Scott that they were more than welcome to spend the night in our room but they chose to retire to their own beds. After they left , Amy and I crawled into bed, kissed each other goodnight and drifted off to sleep. I couldn’t wait to see what would happen over the remainder of our trip!
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Amy Meets Online Tag Team Partner
Every time I think back about the first time I watched my wife, Amy, fuck another man I find myself getting extremely aroused and desperate for it to happen again and again. We have been lucky enough to have found a suitable male on several occasions but each time we do it only makes me want it more. I have even reached the point where I encourage her to have sex with other guys without me. I know that many people don’t understand why a husband would ever want his wife to have sex with another man so I will inform you as to why I get so turned on. My wife is the most amazing and sexy woman that I have ever met and she is an unbelievable lover. When I see her with another man I am overcome with pride knowing that what the lucky guy gets for an hour or two, I get to spend the rest of my life with. I am well aware of how lucky I am to have found the perfect mate so sharing her is the most extreme form of bragging!
Amy stands 5'5" tall, weighs about 130 lbs. and has a perfectly proportioned body. She has been graced with lovely C cup breasts, very muscular legs that lead up to an incredibly round and firm ass, and a vice like pussy that is as tasty as it is tight. Her sexual talents include an incredible ability to deep throat a cock and a rare talent… squirting! When she is really turned on she becomes very vocal and can often be heard screaming at the top of her lungs when she is cumming. An ability that has often helped us find both men and couples is that she is an excellent flirt and knows just the right compliment to offer at the right time. With minimal effort she can seduce nearly anyone she meets.
On the night of our most recent escapade I decided to take Amy to a local bar that we had never visited before. I had learned online that cops, paramedics and, most importantly, firemen got in free when they flashed their identification. I was well aware of my wife’s weakness for firemen so I hoped that she would find one that she lusted after and that he would fuck her before the night was through. The bar ended up being packed and drinks were cheap so it was looking like we should be in for a good evening. In addition to the large crowd and discount liquor, we were both in playful moods which usually leads to some sort of wild events.
Amy and I managed to locate a vacant table near the bar where we could talk to each other without the need to yell. We could also see the entire club which allowed us to check out the other patrons and see if anyone caught our eye. We were in the midst of our third drink when Amy’s cell phone rang, indicating that she had a text message. After taking a minute to read her message, Amy informed me that her text was from a local radio personality friend of hers, Tony.
“He’s wanted to fuck since the night you met!” I teased, secretly hoping that I was right.
“No way! I think he’s married.” Amy stated.
“Like that has anything to do with it!” I joked.
During our next few rounds of drinks Tony continued to text message Amy and their conversation grew more and more flirtatious. I think that Amy finally started to believe that I was correct when I said that Tony was interested in her. I convinced her to test the waters by dropping subtle hints to Tony about the possibility of joining us at the end of the night. Over the next hour my wife traded texts with Tony twenty times or so. She was eventually very forward about what she wanted, clearly stating that she wanted to be tag teamed. I even got in on the action and sent Tony a message saying that my wife needed to be fucked by two cocks! As hard as we tried we could not convince Tony to join us and all I could think was “What an idiot!”
We decided to give up on Tony and move on to other possible partners so we took a stroll through the bar and made our way to the main bar in the center of the club. We were ordering drinks when my wife was approached by a woman that she had met in the washroom earlier. Debbie was a slightly larger woman who appeared to be in her mid to late thirties. Despite her full figure she was an extremely attractive woman and, like Amy, was also very flirtatious. The ladies stood very close as they downed a few shots and my wife insisted that I take a couple of pictures of her and her new friend. While I was taking a few drunken snap shots the girls let their hands start to teasingly roam about each others’ bodies. I admired how tiny my wife’s hand appeared when it rested on Deb’s huge melons.
Once I put the camera away I listened to their conversation intently and learned that Debbie was very interested in being with a woman and my wife quickly expressed her mutual desire for women. Debbie told us that she would love to get together with Amy but she was at the bar with some co-workers and she wanted to be discreet. Amy and Deb exchanged numbers and promised to meet up someday soon and see where things went. I started to think that we were never going to find anyone for a threesome. When Deb and my wife parted company I escorted my wife outside and we sat for a smoke.
“I love her, she is so hot!” Amy said of Debbie.
“I know, she is a bigger woman but she is really sexy. It’s too bad she couldn’t join us tonight.” I replied, truly disappointed. “Have you seen anybody else that you like?”
“There was one really hot fireman that I saw the last time I went to the bathroom. I would have stopped to talk to him but he was with a big group of guys.” my wife stated matter of factly.
I could see in Amy’s eyes that she was really hoping that she could get her hunky fireman to come over and fuck her later on. I wanted to give her every opportunity to use her powers of persuasion so I suggested we go inside and order another drink. I followed my wife back into the club and noticed that she was surveying the crowd in an attempt to find her fireman. Once we were served our drinks we made our way back to our table and continued to talk about finding a third person for the night.
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