SCOOTER PIE

Charlie had just showered and dressed at the country cabaret after a Saturday afternoon round of golf game with his buddies Karl, Duke and Willy. Normally they would tip a few in the nine sofa after playing eighteen holes but this day was a piffling different. It was Karl's fortieth natal day and he had just recently separated from his secondment wife so the guys decided that on this day the nineteenth hole would be at a strip social club on the other side of township. Across the cartroad. The red light district. bosom City.

Charlie was definitely up for it because he and his married woman Alex had been in a rut lately and she had already told him that she was going out with a friend. They were both now over forty themselves and things had been tense between them recently. He thought it sadly ironic that now that their two child were finally out of the nest and off to college and they would finally have the star sign to themselves, is the time when they would be having marital difficulties. Their next wedding day of remembrance would be their twentieth. Even though they were both still slim and shipshape and in excellent condition, a bighearted couple in almost anyone's appraisal, he didn't feel like they would take a good deal to celebrate.

Willy get them all to the golf club in his car because he wasn't that big a drinker. He'd hold a couple light beers and then switch to diet Coke. It took them about a half hour to get there. The club was moody inside with strobe lights flashing and euphony pounding. The spot was only about half-full, so they took a table close to the stage and runway, which the farseeing bar curved around. There was a precious melanize girlfriend with a ripple buttocks grinding upside-down on a Pole not ten feet in social movement of them. Another caramel brown cutie appeared out of thin air at their board and they proceeded to order overpriced drinks.

Charlie was out of his chemical element but Karl and Duke were right in the centre of theirs. They were hooting and hollering in no meter and soon were shoving greenback into G-strings. The Shirley Temple social dancer came to the table and Willy told her it was Karl's birthday. That got her a seat at the board and a big tip and Karl got a deal job under the table.

The side by side professional dancer hit the degree to ZZ Top, a petite brunet with huge titmouse and enough eye makeup to choke a Giraffa camelopardalis. She did her set, shaking her booty and her boobs at top velocity and getting quite a rise from the client.

The next lady friend was a redhead with hanker legs and six inch cad. She humped the magnetic pole for a spell then faced away from them and knack over forward as she took off her sequined annulus, which was about three inch long, and then her thong. They watched her asshole open as wide as a silver one dollar bill and then close tight, and she did this over and over as the guys cheered. Then she turned around to face them and did the Saami matter with her twat.

Then a skinny Asiatic young lady appeared…evidently the night club believed in variety…and she was incredibly supple and flexible. She contorted herself in various ways, like those freaks in the circus, fingering herself and sticking a dildo up her ass, and rubbed oil all over her tits and licked it off with her tongue.

All this time the boy were enjoying the ladies, putting away beverage and throwing away money. After almost three hours they finally realized they had better wrap thing up. The place was filling up and it was getting toward Saturday night. As they were settling up their tab a new girl came to the stage.

She was blond. Twenty-something, tall and slim athletic consistency, tan, toned arms and peg, and tight defined abs. Her hair was a medium-length bob parted kind of in the middle and wrapped around her sexy mellow cheeks. All of her fingers and toes were polished red, matching her puffy lips. She used every in of the minuscule leg and moved with a smooth physical grace. A shiny, transparent net draped her upper berth body covering her skimpy getup. She tore off the net with her teeth as she sashayed around above them.

Charlie took special posting of this gal. She seemed to be a cut above the others, classier, with more than finesse and without the gaucheness. But that wasn't all. She seemed to be looking right at him, smiling at him, but hell on earth, he thought, maybe every guy spirit that way. He knew her from somewhere, he was sure of it, but he couldn't place her. He could swear she was staring right at him as they walked out of the club.

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Charlie went home in an alcoholic fog. Alex wasn't family yet, which was a good thing since he was blasted. He washed and flossed and brushed, took four aspirin and got into bed.

He lay in bed thinking about the blond. The way she moved, the way she looked, the way she smiled at him. He couldn't get her out of his creative thinker. That face, he knew it from somewhere. He knew this girl and he racked his brain but he couldn't remember from where.

Alex came home. Charlie said Hi when she entered the bedroom, but didn't say anything else because he didn't want to slur his words. But he was pretty for certain she was half-lit too by how loud and gawky she was as she got ready for bed. By the meter she climbed in beside him he was nodding off and thinking about the young blond again.

He slept soundly straight through the nighttime. When he awoke early in the aurora his head was exculpated again. As he stood in movement of the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth it came to him in a heartbeat. He knew who the young blond dancer was.

She was Scooter.

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Her really figure was Sara. Everyone called her Scooter because when she was a teenager she was often seen riding her motor scoter. She would turn on it everywhere, to schooltime, to the biotic community pool, to the country club, to her occupation. Charlie, in fact just about any good for you male, would end in his racetrack when motor scooter motored by. She'd often speed along wearing just a two-piece with her retentive blond hair trailing in the wind behind her. She was a pop, pretty, athletic girl with an exceeding body. As a teenager she was on the swimming and plunk squad at the eminent schoolhouse and had been a saltation student as well.

Scooter used to babysit for Charlie and Alex when their two children were young. Her parents, Mel and Nancy, were a few years older than Charlie and Alex and lived a few blocks away. They all knew each other from the state baseball club and Charlie had played golf with Mel a few times.

Charlie hadn't thought about scoter for years. The last he had heard she had graduated high school near the top of her class and had gone off to college on a learning. But that had been six or seven years ago.

But now he couldn't get the image of her out of his mind. What a beautiful young peeress she had become. She was in her twenties now, and her organic structure, oh God. And she recognized him, he knew that now, he wasn't imagining her staring at him or smiling at him as he had left the club. He only wished he hadn't left properly after she'd started and missed her act. He would have to correct that.

-- --

Charlie went back to the landing strip order one evening the following week. The space wasn't that busy so he sat at the bar. He watched a couple young woman do their acts. He made minor talk with the barman a match of times but he didn't ask questions about the dancer because he didn't want to seem like a lecher. He did casually say to him, ‘ Hey, I was in here last-place Saturday and there was a cutie up there, a knockout blonde with a fishnet wrapped around her'… ‘ Sexy Lexi ’, the bartender said. ‘ She's off tonight. She'll be here tomorrow Night. come in at six ’.

Tomorrow night it is, Charlie thought.

-- --

The next day Charlie told his wife he'd be late, he had a meeting after study. Not a lie, he thought. He wasn't sure as shooting why he wanted to go see Sara, or what he expected from her. But things were weird at home, so what the inferno. He already knew she was a hot, sexy fox. He wanted to see her show. See her airstrip. See her tit and ass.

At a little after six he strode into the club. It was early so the blank space was pretty deadened. He sat on a faecal matter at the almost-empty bar and the bartender brought him the same beer he'd ordered the Night before and then disappeared. A grim chick was doing a mambo on the stage. Charlie noticed a man and a woman at the far end of the bar who both seemed to be getting into her.

"Hey Sara,"the bartender called back into the dressing room.

"Yeah ?"Sara said. She was sitting on a death chair polishing her nails.

"I think you might be getting off to a good start tonight. There's a guy at the bar who was in here last night asking about you. You want to go next ?"

"What's he look like ?"

"former, dark pilus, good-looking. You've done worse. He likes the net."

"okeh, I'll go next."She turned to a strawberry-haired bean pole to her right."That okay with you, Tiff ?"

"Sure, go ahead,"Tiffany said, and downed a stab of vodka.

Charlie was enjoying watching the dark core James Cook on the degree in front of him. She danced like she was in the soul Train final examination and shook her ass a mile-a-minute. Her slit was vast. He was in a spell staring at it when the bartender returned.

"Your female child is on adjacent,"he said.

"Alright, thank you,"Charlie said.

He watched the repose of the professional dancer's set and then watched her retrieve her heels and apparel and sideslip offstage. She reappeared on the trading floor shortly thereafter and started working the brace down at the end of the bar that had been digging her. He ordered another beer and waited for, even though it was barely six-thirty, what for him would be the main issue of the night.

A span moment later a sultry swampy channel suddenly kicked out of the speech sound system and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore heel and her long legs were sheathed in sheeny red slacks with a nonexistent crotch, making her black flip-flop plainly visible. Up top she wore a lean waistcoat that matched her red gasp, and underneath it a black two-piece top that matched her thong. The fragile net covered all the goodies.

She sure moved well, Charlie opinion. She made eye tangency with him almost immediately, pantomimed him a hello and blew him a kiss. Then she proceeded to give him what seemed like a private show.

He watched her prance around and hump the celestial pole and chew on the net until she ripped it undetermined and he could hear the Velcro screech as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her waistcoat. She humped the pole a few more than times and did a tear on the story and rolled over on her knees and bent backwards all the way. Her snatch was just a few feet in front of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her small black bottom.

She had a smashed breadbasket with a flatware waist bracelet wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her navel. She continued her sexy, slimy saltation, movin'to the groovin ’, until off came her total darkness top displaying her perky tanned tits with rings in her nipples and she swung her breasts and fondled them. Then finally off came her thong and Charlie watched for the next few minutes as Sara danced for him, and swung her hips for him, and rotated her hairless groin for him, and shook her ass for him, and spread her buttocks for him, and winked her asshole at him.

When the music stopped and the show was over, Sara gathered up her assorted garments and ran off the stage naked. Charlie looked up and the bartender was smiling at him.

Not long after Sara slid onto to the feces side by side to him. She wore her crotchless red pants and the dark thong and bikini top.

"Hi, Mister Charlie,"she said.

"Hi, sea scooter, uh, I mean Sara,"he said."Or is it Lexi ?"

"It's Sara to you. For anybody else I meet around here, it's Lexi. We all use phony public figure around here : Sexy Lexi, Randy Brandy, Franny Fox, Lily lush. I haven't heard scoter for geezerhood. I drive a car nowadays."

"Sorry, the movie is etched in my brain. You zipping up and down the road on your motor water scooter in your two-piece with your farseeing pilus flying out behind you."

"So, you were checking me out ? Thanks, Mr. Charlie,"she said.

"Just hollo me Charlie,"he said.

"OK, Charlie. I saw you in here last Saturday with your friends. I didn't think you recognized me."

"I recognized you, but I couldn't topographic point you right away. It struck me later on."

The bartender appeared before them.

"Buy me a drink and I can hang out with you for a little while,"she said into his ear.

Charlie nodded."Another for me and a drink for the ma'am,"he said.

"The usual, Max,"she told the bartender.

"So how're you doing, Charlie ?"

"I'm doing okay. workplace and play golf. The kids are away at college."

"Wow, that's hard to believe. They were such little guys when I used to babysit them. How's girl Alex doing ?"

"She's okay too, I guess."

"doe she experience you're here ?"

"Ah, no,"he said.

"Don't worry, I won't tell. Do you ever see my father at the land golf club ?"

"Once in a while."

"Don't tell him either. He might have a stroke."

Their conversation paused while the barkeeper delivered their drinks.

"So. What's a skillful guy like you doing in a place like this ?"Sara asked.

"Came to see your show. You're very good."

"Thank you. But assure me,"she said, and took a sip of keynote pee."Did you like watching me dance ? Or seeing me au naturel ? Or is there something else ?"

"I don't know. Something drew me here to see you."

"You don't seem like a striptease club sort of guy. The early day you were here with a group."

"Yes, a supporter had his fortieth birthday so we took him out."

"approach in a group is one thing. But coming back on your own, that's unlike. It's flattering, but I want to know what you really want."

Charlie took a swallow from his beer, uneasy, suddenly in no-man's land. Sara turned on her potty to face him.

"What did you like most, Charlie, when I was up there dancing ? I don't think it was my dancing. I'm a soundly dancer, but that's not it. Was it my nipple ? My ass ? Or was it my pussy ? Did you like that ?"

He nodded and took another sip.

"Did that turning you on, Charlie ?"

He nodded again. His cock was hardening as she spoke.

"Am I turning you on now ?"

"Yes."

Suddenly dance music emanated from the speakers as the next dancer made her entryway. Rose pubic hair. Charlie felt Sara's hired hand parapraxis between his peg. Her finger surrounded his cock and rubbed it.

"Ooh, Charlie, you are turned on, aren't you ? And well-endowed too, it feels like."

Charlie was impressed with how deftly and quickly her finger's breadth on one hand unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his knickers and opened his fly. She threaded his cock through the twat in his shorts and held it in her hand.

"You have a Nice rooster, Charlie,"she said directly into his ear, and started stroking him.

Right in rhythm with the professional dancer on stage and the music coming from the loudspeaker, an uptempo shuffle, Sara wanked Charlie's cock.

Charlie's xlii class old wienerwurst was having a expert old clock time in Sara's twenty-five year old hand.

"You like this, Charlie ?"

Charlie nodded. Her brim were an in from his ear.

"Is this what you came for, Charlie ? Or was it something else ? Something more."

"I don't know…"

"Have you thought about putting it my lip ?"

"Ugh,"Charlie grunted. His cock was unaired to erupting.

"How about my pussy, Charlie ? I'm wet, you know. Or are you an ass man ?"

Charlie groaned as his cum rose up through his peter and Sara stroked him hard and tight, emptying his cock and sending his semen outward splattering over his lap and shirt.

When it was over Sara released his drained member and and scooped a lump of cum off of his packer with her finger. She took a penchant and then put her fingertip to Charlie's mouth and rubbed it into his lips.

"I have to go back to oeuvre,"she said."See you next time."

Sara kissed him on the cheek and disappeared into the dressing room.

Charlie looked around the dim bar nervously. No one seemed to have noticed or cared what had just happened. He tried to discreetly put himself back together. He tucked his shirt in and buckled and zipped up. He paid his tab…outrageous, he thought…and left the bar with a soggy, sloppy mess in his pants.

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Alex was taking a hot shower. She scrubbed her body clean, especially her slit, inside and out. She noticed there was a bruise -- a hickie ! -- below her navel where Justin had sucked too intemperate. She hoped Charlie wouldn't bill. She had just gotten home from Justin's condominium, where she'd fucked him for the fifth clock time.

She still couldn't believe what she was doing. She was ashamed of herself on one point. Here she was having an affaire, cheating on her hubby of almost twenty dollar bill years. Her husband would be devastated. Would he dissociate her ? She didn't want that, but matter between them had been strained recently. What would people say ? What would her children opine ?

But on another tier she was variety of delight with herself. She was xli years old and she knew she looked in force. She had a good dead body and had kept in soma, and men appreciated a sloshed consistence with firm tits and a nice ass. She was proud of the fact that a freehanded young man xiii days her junior had found her so attractive and had pursued her. It was flattering and exciting and daring. Not to observe she liked having a new tool inside her.

Justin had been calling on the caller where she worked for some time, and after a patch he started flirting with her. He asked her out for a drink after work and save on asking even though she demurely declined a phone number of time. Then one time she surprised herself and said yes.

Nothing happened that commencement time other than an uneasy candy kiss at the end. But Alex could severalize he wanted her. The ring on her left hired hand certainly did not deter him and she knew in her heart that if he asked her again she would go to bed with him. The following week Justin asked her out again. They skipped the drink and went to his condo and fucked.

That was five workweek ago. They'd fucked after work on the Saame day each workweek. She knew it wouldn't finally and knew things would end up awkward in the end. Justin was no bully lover but it was something new and different and she found it exciting being bad.

-- --

Charlie got home and went into the bedchamber to change. He put his soiled clothing in the dry cleaning bag. He hoped Alex wouldn't bill. He could hear her in the bathroom and thought it was a strange time to be taking a shower. Still naked, he considered going in there and getting into the exhibitioner with her. But he didn't. It would be out of persona and he was trusted that she would see through him and recognize his guilt and know that he'd been up to something naughty.

He told himself he would stay away from the landing strip gild. But he didn't.

-- --

The next week there he was again, seated at the bar. Sara smiled and gave him the eye as she did her act. She was dressed differently this time and he watched her as she peeled off piece after piece until she wore aught but a thong the size of a postage stamp cast and two pasties on her teat. And when they finally came off Charlie watched her careen her open gash and dilating asshole in front of him with a coy smile on her face. He had his hand in his lap massaging his tighten up cock.

When her set ended Sara walked off au naturel. Not a mo later she walked up and sat next to him at the bar. She wore a lightweight blueness wrap pulled tightly around her cunning frame.

"I was hoping you'd come back,"she said, turning on her stool to front him.

"Couldn't stay away. You were capital. You are great."

"So state me. Why did you come back ? What do you want ?"

Charlie was tongue-tied. He shrugged and sipped his beer.

Sara put her hand between his legs and felt his cock. She stroked it like she had the lowest time and felt its hardness straining against the fabric of his pants.

"Ooh, Charlie, it looks like you really are gladiolus to see me. What do you want me to do with this bad boy ?"She stroked it more strenuously.

He looked right into her eyes. They were all-encompassing open and looked like rhythm olive green puddle. She started to motivate her face toward his. He thought she was going to kiss him but she didn't, she put her lip to his mightily ear.

"Do you want me to suck it ?"she asked. She didn't postponement for an answer."Because we can get to that happen, Charlie. We have private room in the spinal column. You'd have to pay for it, but we could be alone. Would you like that ?"

Charlie nodded.

"commodity,"Sara said."Come with me."

She took his paw and led him around the bar to a operate door. He felt like everyone was watching and his erection was sticking out like a sore thumb. Sara punched in a code on a keypad and unlocked the door. They walked down a unretentive student residence and then through another door into a small room. There was a pole in the nerve center and a brace of banquettes against the walls.

"Have a bottom, Charlie."

Sara didn't fix around with the pole in the shopping center of the elbow room. But Charlie's pole was a unlike matter. He was going to get a lap dance without the music. She untied her cloak and slipped it off. She was 100 % naked underneath. She moved in and put her knees on the cushioned bench, straddling him.

She pushed her pierced tit into his human face. Charlie sucked one into his lip and tasted her sweet and sweaty flesh along with the metallic Fucus vesiculosus of the gold ringing attached. He held her spare ass in his workforce as she ground her au naturel mound against his build up cock through the taut cloth of his trousers. Her mamilla hardened in his oral fissure and his rooster pushed hard against her bald, twisting slit. Charlie switched nipples and Sara pushed it into his mouth while she clamped her manus on the backbone of his head and pulled it to her.

"Ah, you're goodness at that Charlie,"she said."I'm supposed to be turning you on but you're getting me all wet."

After a few min of that and with her teat hard as super Balls Sara lowered herself and sat next to Charlie and put her hand on his cock.

"Ooh, Charlie, I think it's time let this teras out, don't you ?"

He nodded. She unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He lifted his butt slightly and slide his pants down and over his human knee and she held his shaft in her hand. She looked into his eyes.

Then Sara did something she had never done with any guy she'd ever met at the club. She put her lips on his and zoomed her natural language into his mouth.

They kissed with a locked, intense passion and Charlie put an arm around her and pulled her conclusion. Their lips were meshed and their spit explored new mouths and Sara was shocked not only by the fact she'd done it, but also by how long it went on and how a great deal they both were into it. She'd been thinking about him the live on few days and had hoped he'd come back. And she knew she would see him again after this night, but not at the ball club. She was going to be his devotee. His schoolma'am, his paramour, his paramour, his paramour, call it what you will. He might be married and almost as old as her father but she wanted to fuck him, and not just once, and not just in the backroom of a strip club.

"tinker's dam, you're a good kisser,"she said. Then she lowered her head into his lap and took his business firm, fixed cock into her mouth.

Charlie was impressed by Sara's flexibility. Her butt was seated two-dimensional on the cushion next to him facing forward but her torso was twisted toward him and bent at the waist and her face was in his crotch with his peter in her back talk. Charlie massaged her articulatio humeri and speed back as her head bobbed up and down sucking him. He tried to swing his meat into her in meter with her movements.

It was almost like his brain was in a trance or he was having a pipe dream or his dick was a fictional character in a movie. This beautiful young Lady who used to be his babysitter years ago was now sucking his dick. And she was damn good at it.

Sara wanted his cum, wanted to smack it and swallow it. If his wife wouldn't take care of him she would. She liked the look of his helping hand roaming her form and the heat of his turncock against her knife and the rampart of her lip. His Lucille Ball were now corresponding acorns in her hand so she knew his horn was about to blow.

Charlie groaned loudly and deeply when he let it fly. His stopcock shot streams of his saved-up come and Sara sucked it all into her lockjawed mouth. His groin vibrated throughout his eruptions but she held on until the ride was over and swallowed about of what he gave her. Finally she lifted her headspring and looked at him. They both smiled and Charlie pulled her head to his and kissed her and she sucked his tongue into her cum-glazed mouth.

"darn, Charlie,"she said, as she stood up.

"darn, scooter, uh sorry, I mean Sara,"he said.

"You can name me scooter if you like."

She kicked off her heels and then hopped up onto the cushioned work bench and stood with her strip feet on either side of meat of him and her bitch inches from his face. She looked down into his eyes.

"You like to eat snatch, Charlie ?"

He nodded and croaked an ‘ Uh Huh ’.

"good,"she said."Eat mine."She put her glistening gash to his lips.

He licked her labia and sucked on her swollen button. When she felt him tongue-fucking her limpid tunnel Sara humped his expression up against the wall behind his head. He spread his handwriting around her ass as she fucked his typeface and squeezed her ass until he felt her fundament bod ooze between his fingers. Soon it was her bit to come.

"Oh Fuck, Charlie !"

She pounded his face harder with her groin and he dug his fingers into the fling of her ass for a proficient handgrip. Then, she came. Her cum rushed out of her onto Charlie's grimace, into his mouth and dripped from his Kuki-Chin. She leaned hard against him in case her legs buckled. She moaned as the waves flowed out of her.

In her days as a stripper as far as Sara had been willing to go with customers were hand task and the rare blow job if the guy was attractive and she was in the mood. She never kissed the customers. And she had never had an orgasm. Now with Charlie she'd done all of it. And she decided she was going for even more. She was going to fuck him too.

She lowered herself onto her knees facing him. Charlie kissed her with his mouth exposed and their knife slithered through a long, behind dance.

"screwing me, Charlie,"Sara said softly.

Charlie nodded. He felt her finger's breadth on his erected cock and her cunt lowered and surrounded it. Just like that he was balls-deep into her. She put her arms around his neck and moved her pussy up and down and squeezed his hammer with her vaginal muscles. Up and down, over and over, hugging his cock with her slit, her dewy center locked onto his.

After a couple minutes of watching Sara bouncing up and down Charlie took control. With his gumshoe still embedded inside her he lifted her and pivoted their bodies around so her ass was on top of the tooshie back. He started fucking her up against the wall.

"Ugh…Ugh…Ugh,"Sara grunted with each plunge of his cock into her."Yes, Charlie. nookie me. Fuck me."

Charlie banged her like he was beating on a basso drum. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock with every cerebrovascular accident. He was thinking that this was a cunt he could get used to.

Sara suddenly realized they were making a lot of noise. She was groaning as she was getting fucked and Charlie was pounding her back into the drywall behind her and the banquette was creaking along with them. She knew she would be taking a razzing from the lady friend because this was so out of fictional character for her.

"I'm gon na come,"Charlie hissed into her ear, slowing down a bit.

"Yes. cave in it to me,"Sara said, speeding them back up.

Charlie bellowed when he ejaculated his cream into her. As he was giving Sara the track end of his load she moaned and bit him on the shoulder.

"I'm going to come again,"she whispered.

Charlie held her quivering organic structure as she came with a series of shaky, wet spasm. Once she was still he pulled his cock out of her and stood up. His pants were a twisted wreck around his ankles.

"So, Charlie, have you had sufficiency water scooter Pie, or would you like to see me again ?"Sara said as they dressed.

"I'd like to see you again,"he said.

"good, I'd like to see you too,"she said."But not here."

Sara reached into the small scoop of her wrapping and pulled out a business card and handed it to him.

"My mobile phone number is on this identity card,"she said."song me."

Charlie looked at the card."Human Services counselor-at-law ?"he said.

"Yeah. fondness words for sociable Worker."

"You're a Social Worker ?"

"Yep, that's my day job. I work for the province. You didn't think I stripped for a living, did you ?"

"I had no idea."

"I do this because the money's so good. sociable work doesn't pay all that well. I'm also taking classes working on a masters degree."

"Wow, you are an impressive Young noblewoman,"Charlie said, and felt like an old breaking wind as soon as the Word of God were out of his mouth.

"Thank you, Charlie,"she said, and kissed him."hold till I get you in bed."

She said she had to get back to work and left. He promised to predict. He went to the balance room. He settled up his tab. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

On the drive household he felt good from what had just happened but he also felt like a heel because he loved his married woman and he had cheated on her. He didn't want to hurt Alex but he was already looking forward to getting another taste of sea scooter Pie.

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Alex continued to ‘ work late'one dark a week at Justin's place. They had their subroutine down pat, the same nighttime each week. Alex would render up at the Lapp time, get undressed, neatly hang up her clothes and lie in his bed. They would buss, then she'd suck some cock, get her pussy licked and get laid. They were usually done in an hour and a half.

That was the Same nighttime of the week that Charlie would ‘ body of work late'at Sara's apartment. He'd usually bug out of oeuvre a little early and go to Sara's place. She was usually dressed in something skimpy and sexy when he got there and had various crude oil and lotion and candle burning in her bedroom. They'd be naked in the bed in quick fashion and they would dunk right into some kind of kinky, wolf sex which would lead to loud, rapturous orgasms. Then as they lay in bed resting they would babble out about anything and everything. Then they would gradually get back to kissing and snuggling and licking and sucking and it would culminate in more conventional fucking and climaxes.

The first time at Sara's she spent the first gear half hour sucking on his balls and playing with his bunghole. With his stopcock like a hot rod in her hired man and his balls swiveling in her mouth Charlie ejaculated all over himself without even inserting it. Then she sat on his face until she came, sucked his cock, then fucked him.

The next hebdomad they did anal. The hebdomad after that Charlie got a blow job and a dildo up his ass at the same meter. She licked his asshole ; he licked hers. There were oily massages, slick bodies rubbing and hot candle wax sizzling on sweaty form. Every week was exciting and there was always a surprise.

But what Charlie began to treasure as a lot as the sex were their intermezzo. He enjoyed their conversations during the relaxation time between their opening move and close acts. She was so loose to spill the beans to and not afraid to unfold up. Which helped him open up.

He learned that Sara had gone to college on a learnedness and had started stripping on the weekends for extra money. She graduated with honour and then came home and got the job as a mixer doer. The pay wasn't great so she got the job dancing at the club. She could name twice her societal worker salary by stripping three chemise a week. She was working on a victor degree in psychology. She was bisexual. Her close two sexual relationships before Charlie had been with women.

Charlie opened up to Sara quite a bit as well. Sara instinctively knew that his marriage must be on the fritz ; she didn't think he would be coming to her flat to love her once a hebdomad otherwise. After a couple calendar month of their weekly trysts Charlie was holding Sara in his arm and her psyche was resting on his chest when he finally told her what she already knew.

"My wife is having an thing,"he said.

"So ? That's what you're doing,"she said.

"fountainhead, I mean she was having an matter before I ever came to your club."

"Is that why you're fucking me ?"she asked.

There was an awkward quiet while Charlie tried to figure out what to say.

"Uh, no,"he said."At least I don't think so. I only went to that baseball club to celebrate a acquaintance's birthday, not expecting to regain a womanhood. Especially our old babysitter."

Sara squeezed Charlie's penis.

"What would she do if she knew about us, Charlie ?"

"I don't know. Depends how guilty she feels about what she's been doing, I guess."

"Do you get laid her ? Do you desire to keep her ?"

There was another uneasy suspension as Charlie hesitated.

"Yes,"he finally croaked.

"Does she find the same way ?"

"I really don't know."

Sara shifted her weightiness and looked at him."May I make a suggestion ? A couple suggestions, actually."

"Sure,"he said.

"First, you need to get out. And we have to hold on. And she has to stop. If she feels the same way you do then you both have to work together to fix what is broken. I remember you and Alex as a felicitous, beautiful pair. Do you require to get that back ?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then you need to get busy. I like fucking you, Charlie, but I never expected it to last. I figured maybe you guys were through, but if you're not I don't want to be responsible for keeping you apart."

Charlie shook his nous and laughed. He kissed her on the forehead.

"So this is what it's like to be in bed with a psychologist !"he laughed."Constantly being analyzed."

"You should get her to the club,"Sara said.

"Yeah, right,"Charlie said.

"No, I'm serious,"she said."It happens a lot. twosome are in a rut, they come in together, get a private show, watch each other getting off and then all of the sudden they're in love and fucking like lapin again."

"You kidding me ?"

"Nope."

Charlie was getting hard again. He kissed Sara, and she kissed him back, but in a way it was a snog sayonara. He put his mitt between her peg but she brushed it away.

"What's the matter ? You got me horny for some more Scooter Pie."

"Go home, Charlie,"she said."Your anniversary is coming up in a few week. If you want to stay together, get to work. lend her to the club and all three of us will get off."

-- --

Charlie got home earlier than usual. Alex was already nursing home and settled on the sofa in the sept room. She had a al-Qur'an in her hired hand, a drink on the board and a pot of chowder simmering on the stove.

Charlie didn't know that Alex had ended her affair the week before. She and Justin had been in mid-fuck in his bed when a sick woman started banging on his front door and screech and cursing. She was calling him a bastard and a liar and a shithead and a no-good bastard loud enough for the whole building and half the neighborhood to get a line. It couldn't be ignored and she wasn't going to block. So they threw on some dress and Justin answered the doorway. The woman ranted and raved and screamed at both of them, called Alex a fornicatress and a whore and asked Justin if she was the other wed cunt he was fucking. The woman picked up lamps and various detail and started throwing them around the living room. unspoiled old Justin had been screwing this char every week on a different night. Alex told Justin to go fuck himself and got out of there pretty damn speedy before the cops showed up.

Charlie walked into the home room and sat on a chair facing his wife.

"You're home already. You didn't have to work on late ?"

"No. Hopefully I won't have to put in the superfluous hours for a while,"Alex said.

Charlie nodded his promontory."What are you reading ?"he asked.

"Library Bible,"she said."An old Pat Conroy."

"Ah. So,"he said, and cleared his throat."Tell me something. Did you end it, or did he ?"

Alex's face shriveled and saddened and she exploded into tears. She sobbed uncontrollably for several minutes and cried ‘ I'm so dingy'and ‘ I hate myself'a yoke dozen times. When her crying was reduced to a whimper Charlie got up and sat beside her on the couch. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. Her tears soaked into his shirt.

"It's okay,"he said.

"No, it isn't,"she said."I'm such a tramp."

"You are not,"he said."You made a misapprehension. Everybody does."

"How did you know ?"

"It was a suspicion. Things have been off between us for a piece, we've been kind of distant, you were coming home late. It added up."

"I'm so sorry, Charlie. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Do you still enjoy me ?"he asked.

"Oh, yes,"Alex said, and sat up and looked at him."You still get it on me, don't you ?"

"Yes, very often. And I don't want to lose you."

They kissed. It was a kiss like they hadn't shared for a while and their lingua loitered in their mouths.

"I haven't exactly been an angel lately either,"Charlie said.

They proceeded to own one of the most intimate conversations they'd had in old age. There was slew of pain to go around for both of them but as they cleansed their conscience they opened the doors to a fresh start.

Alex told Charlie about how it had started. Justin was young and handsome and he would come into the power and hit on her. She was now in her forties and it felt unspoiled to be wanted by a guy still in his twenties. She had been flattered but still turned him down many times. Until one time she said okay, she'd have a potable with him after work. And one affair led to another and they were having an affair. It really meant nothing and wasn't meant to end. And then she finds out the son-of-a-bitch is fucking at to the lowest degree one other married adult female at the same time.

Charlie told Alex about the natal day party for Karl. They'd taken him to a strip club because Karl is into that scene. They hung out a while and as they were leaving he'd noticed that the dancer that had just come on stage looked associate but he could not echo from where or when he knew her. Then it came to him. He went back on his own, the first sentence he'd ever set animal foot in a place like that without a group of guys. He talked to her. It wasn't intended, but it happened.

"You had an affaire with a sprigger ? And it's mortal you knew ? Who is this chick ?"Alex asked.

"It's somebody we both know,"Charlie said.

"Huh ? Who is it ?"

"I'm not going to order you. But I will designate you."

"What are you talking about ?"

"I want to take you to the golf club. She'll dance for us. You know, a private show."

"Are you sick ?"

"Still crazy after all these days,"he said."About you."

They kissed again, another delicate, long one. Charlie loved feeling and tasting her oral fissure again.

"will you go with me ?"

"You mean you're really not going to separate me who it is ?"

"I want you to see her do her thing. You won't believe it."

Alex smiled and shook her head.

"Well, since we are being so afford and fold tonight, I don't want to have an debate. So I guess I will go,"she said. She smiled and hugged him close.

"How long has it been since we made sleep together on a couch ?"Charlie asked, after a moment of silence.

"God, I don't know,"Alex laughed."Years."

They were soon making out and their habiliment came off a part at a sentence. Then they were naked and their wearing apparel were in a heap on the wood floor and they had sex on the lounge. Although it may have lacked the kinky wildness Charlie had enjoyed lately, it felt like a long-awaited welcome-home political party to him. He luxuriated in the familiar odor of Alex and the taste and smell of her peel and her curves and her sweaty flesh and the piquancy of her kitty-cat and the cosiness of her mouth around his cock, and remembered all the grounds he'd fallen in love with her twenty-some yr before.

-- --

The next day Charlie called Sara and set up a private party for the three of them.

"Are you looking forward to it, Charlie ?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Is Alex looking forward to it ?"

"I think so. I hope so."

"I hope so too. Because I am."

-- --

"What should I wear ?"Alex had asked Charlie.

"Whatever you like. Wear something sexy and comfortable,"he answered.

It was Friday after work. Charlie came home and grabbed a beer and waited for Alex as she showered and changed clothes. Charlie was not defeated when she appeared. She had on her aphrodisiac black dress that showed off her longsighted legs and slim physique and its low-cut top did the Saami for her top one-half. The soft, black fabric subtly outlined the buoyant shape of her bra-less tits.

"Damn, I think I might own to scrub tonight. Stay home and rip your clothes off !"Charlie said, as he took her into his arms. She smelled great. It was a fruity fragrance he'd given her on her death birthday.

"Uh uh, down boy, that'll have to wait till we get back. I'm too curious about what you have in depot for us,"she said.

"I don't know exactly what is in store for us, but I don't think we'll be disappointed,"he said.

They were rather subdued during the thrust to the club and Alex seemed implicated when they crossed into the older, seedier part of the city.

"Where are you taking me ?"

"We're almost there,"Charlie said."Just relax."

-- --

They walked into the golf-club hand-in-hand and stopped just inside the doorway to survey the place. The articulation was already jumping with the Friday after-work gang. near tabular array were filled and music was cranking. They found tooshie at the bar and Charlie ordered a beer for himself and a bloodless wine for Alex. He mentioned to the bartender that they had a mental reservation for the back way, and gave him his name.

On the stage before them a skinny girl was almost down to her birthday suit. She didn't have much up top but had a courteous ass and was swinging it pretty secure. She seemed to take up exceptional notice of Alex, and was looking right at her and smiling when she peeled off her thong. She started humping in their direction with her au naturel snatch and then spread it capable for them with her fingers.

"Oh My God !"Alex said.

The missy turned around and jutted her ass out in their instruction and winked her asshole at them a few times.

"Oh My God !"Alex said again.

A unseasoned redhead tapped Charlie on the shoulder and said to pursue her. They grabbed their drinks and were led through the door and down the antechamber to the same buck private room he'd been to previously. Candles emanated a balmy glow around the room and delicate, miry music was playing.

"Have a derriere, make yourselves comfortable. Lexi will be with you shortly,"Melanerpes erythrocephalus said."Enjoy."

"Lexi ?"Alex whispered, as they sat in the banquette.

"Sexy Lexi,"Charlie said."Stage name."

"This is so weird,"she said. She sat close and hugged his arm.

"Just relax, go with it. You look fucking groovy. You already had the professional dancer on the point hot for you."

"Oh, please…"

"I'm serious."

The threshold opened and Sara walked in and across the small room. She turned the medicine up slightly and turned to face them. She wore a peacock blue wrap that was layered around her lean, foxy bod. She kicked off her heels. Barefoot, she stepped forward and linked an arm around the pole in the heart and soul of the room and faced them.

"Hi Charlie. Hi Alex,"Sara said.

"Scooter ?"Alex blurted, and turned to her hubby."You had an affair with water scooter ?"

"She sent me home to you, Honey."

"I had to. He loves you, Alex. He told me so."

water scooter spun around the pole a couple time and then acrobatically leaped up metrical foot first and scissored her legs around the rod and twirled around upside down before throwing her legs over her head word and landing erect on her feet, facing them.

"You didn't come here tonight to see me make love a rod, did you ?"iceboat said. She stood immediately in front of them as she shucked the wrap off of her body and tossed it at the Pole. She wore a short, silky blackness skirt and a silky black bra.

"Who wants a lap dance ?"she said.

"Charlie,"Alex said.

"Are you going to watch, Alex ? Or are you going to participate ?"

"I like to watch,"Alex said.

Scooter sidled over directly in front of Alex."Do me favor, would you ? Unbutton my skirt."

She turned to her left. There were three low clit on her right hand hip. Alex looked at Scooter tentatively and then leaned forward, unbuttoned the skirt and handed it to her. A flimsy black G-string barely covered her sex. sea scooter tossed the skirt at the pole and climbed up onto Charlie's lap facing him and rubbed his cock with her twat and thrust her breasts in his face.

Charlie's cock was hard and he pushed it into Sara's grinding groin as he sucked on her pierced nipple through the slenderize fabric of her bra. She held his head in her workforce as she fed him tit. Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside and took nipple and amber ring into his rima oris. Alex watched in awe as her husband sucked like a hungry camel on the sprigger's tits.

"Ooh, that feels skillful, Charlie,"Sara said.

She leaned toward Alex with her arm around Charlie's head. Her former hand went onto the seat on the other face of Alex for support.

"Unhook me, Alex."

Alex reached behind Sara and unhooked her bra. She threw it in the way of the pole.

"Thank you,"Sara said to Alex. Then she kissed her.

Alex hesitated at first but Sara's tongue was forceful and she opened her back talk to accept it. She was not accustomed to kissing other women and had not come to the club expecting to be french-kissing their old baby-sitter, but watching her husband sucking this attractive Thomas Young woman's tits had been a turn-on.

"Don't be shy, Alex,"Sara said."You look way too fucking hot to be shy."They kissed again.

This time there was no hesitancy. Alex went with it, her lips eagerly opened for line and her spit twirled in Sara's mouthpiece. With a taste of nipple and gold Charlie watched them and tried not to smile.

Alex put her arm around Sara and rubbed her back as they kissed. Charlie played with the flip-flop strap that was sunken in the gap of Sara's ass. He put his other hand between her pegleg. Her thong was damp. Sara arced her cunt into his hand.

Charlie stopped sucking tit long enough to commit Sara's thong down to her genu. She was now naked in their circuit. He inserted two finger into her pussy and two fingers into her asshole and started finger-fucking her from both guidance. It was slow because her asshole had already been lubed. Sara moaned but kept kissing his wife. He went back to tit sucking.

"Ah, Charlie's in my ass already,"Sara said, and gnashed her arse on his finger's breadth."Your hubby love my ass."Then she slid the straps of Alex's curry off of her articulatio humeri so her nipple were exposed.

Alex jabbered a squeaking sigh when Sara licked her naked tit, and then another when she sucked it into her mouth. Charlie took his left paw away from Sara's crotch and scooted himself near to Alex and as soon as he was close decent his wife sucked his tongue into her mouth. All three bodies were a tilt, turn human body on the work bench : Charlie passionately kissing his wife while she was having her tits sucked by a foxy Thomas Young lady who had his digit up her ass. Meanwhile, Charlie's compacted swollen dick was dying to get out of his pants.

Sara's lips and tongue and dentition paraded over Alex's nipple, which were now hardened nuggets in her oral fissure. She put her script between her peg and up under her wearing apparel and found that Alex's panty were wet.

"Ooh, somebody's ready,"Sara said. She scooted down onto her knees in straw man of the seat.

She lifted the hem of the dress up, yanked Alex's soaked scanty to the incline and licked her drippy twat.

"Oh My God !"Alex slurred, with her husband's mouth covering hers.

Sara drove her completely face into Alex's gash, ramming her tongue into her candid bowl and chomping on her ripe Tamale. Alex leaned her snatch toward the seed of her pleasure.

Charlie had his wife's tongue in his rima oris and her breast in his hand when he felt Sara's hand start rubbing his inflate cock. It was prison term to let his horse out of the b. He unbuckled his belt and opened his gasp. His turncock sprung out and upward like the phonograph needle on a magnetic compass six blocks from the magnetic north Pole. Sara stroked it as she continued chowing down on Alex's saturated muff. Alex put her helping hand on Sara's and they jerked him together.

Alex's physical structure shimmied and she emitted a shrill moan.

"Oh, bastard !"she said.

"What's the matter ?"Charlie asked.

"I'm going to come."

Sara gave Alex's clit various solid sucks before she sprayed. Charlie felt his wife's hired man tighten around his putz as she came, and she moaned and her body shook as her slit loose. Her cum covered Sara's side in a gush like Charlie couldn't recall.

"Oh, God, Scooter, I'm sorry,"Alex said.

"Sorry ? Sorry for what ? That was fantastic, that's what we're here for. What's awry, don't you do girls ?"

"I do now,"Alex said, and pulled Sara's nous up to hers and kissed her like it was the most innate matter she'd ever done. Charlie watched their prospicient buss, and his flub, with Alex's helping hand still wrapped around it, waited patiently.

"You and me are having all the fun,"Sara said."Wan na suck some stopcock ?"

Alex said yes and they both got up and yanked off Charlie's trouser and shoe. Then they knelt on the trading floor in straw man of him. His pecker stood erect like a guided missile ready to blast off.

Sara was first. She licked his shaft and took his cock into her mouth, then Alex took a tour, and they went back and forth a few times. Then Sara took the whole shit thing into her mouth and throat.

"Oh, wow,"Alex said when his cock disappeared. Then she took his cock and did almost as well, took near of it before she gagged.

Charlie sat back moaning and groaning as Alex sucked his dick and Sara teabagged his balls. He knew he would come in a New York Minute and he did. He shot his encumbrance into Sara's mouth, and she held on for all of it, and then with a mouthful kissed Alex and jettisoned her tongue into her mouth. He smiled at the spate of his wife and his ex-mistress french-kissing with his cum seeping from between their lips.

His cock didn't get a great deal of a break, though. Charlie ate a duad pussies and then he was able-bodied to stick his dick into both as well as the lady friend sat side-by-side making out. And the wondrous closing curtain was sublime. He fucked his married woman doggy-style while she had her face in Sara's crotch eating Scooter Pie. Sara just looked at him with a dreamy smile on her face until she came.

-- --

When the show was over Sara kissed them both goodbye, picked up her clothing and was gone. Charlie and Alex took a mates minutes to get dressed and then both went to the comfort station. Their plumbing had a few leaks.

On the drive household they held hand ; They couldn't recollect the last metre they'd done that. Back at the house they showered together ; They couldn't commemorate the last clock time they'd done that. And they fucked in the cascade ; They couldn't remember when they'd last done that, either.

They drank wine and ordered Chinese food to be delivered. As they ate dinner they talked about their nighttime. Charlie told her how turned-on he had been watching her getting it on with Sara, kissing and eating pussy. Alex said she got off on seeing him fucking and eating Sara, too. Charlie asked her if she'd like to do it again sometime. She said maybe she would.

They went to bed horny as hell. Alex had some bare commercial enterprise. She wanted to consecrate her ass to Charlie just like Sara had.

-- --

Sara had been right. Their crazy three-way night had ignited their sex life to a new height. They were both grateful to have each other back. No sneaking around, no Lie, no pretending. Alex had a fresh, new desire to fellate Charlie's shaft and train it up the ass. Charlie wanted to have sex her, eat her pussy and work out her ass all the prison term. They were hungry for each other again. They made plans.

But Alex took something else away from that night, too. Sex with Sara had been brand new and wind up. Her orgasm when Sara was going down on her was one of the most volatile ones she'd ever had. And eating her pussy ! It was her firstly time but she knew what to do. And she wanted to do it some more. She could close up her eyes and breathe in and smack Sara's delicious cunt.

Over the following calendar week Charlie and Alex were insatiable, sex became parting of their day, like eating dinner party or brushing their dentition. But Alex was checking out former charwoman too, watching them, taking in their curves, wondering what it would be like with them. Would they be up for it ? But she wouldn't have intercourse how to approach it and she didn't want to consume a hush-hush affair with a woman. No, if she was going to have it off fair sex, it would take in to be with Charlie. Or at least with his consent.

-- --

Their lines of communication had never been better. Alex and Charlie had both briefly strayed, but they had come back together solid than ever. Their sex was more acute and more often than ever, and they agreed that their experience with Sara was massive in contributing to their newfound togetherness and might even have saved their marriage. They agreed they should come up with a way to show their gratitude.

"She's a hell of a social worker, in to a greater extent elbow room than one,"Charlie had said.

Alex couldn't shake the memory of the fervour she'd felt when Sara was licking her and eating her and sucking her and the sudden wildness with which she had come. She knew she had to get another cleaning lady down there. She wanted some pussycat and found herself checking out woman she'd see everyday.

For their anniversary Alex and Charlie went away for a calendar week to a resort down by the glide. Celebrating twenty years of a successful marriage…except for a few weeks there when they both went sideways before getting back on track. Whenever they weren't in the room fucking they were out by the pool or in the lounge or on the grounds where they would be checking out all the woman. Alex was starting to get cross-eyed from staring at so many crotches.

The adjacent week Alex called Sara's cellphone telephone. It went to voicemail so she left a message asking her to call. The next day Sara called back. They said their howdy and then Alex got to the purpose of her call.

"Sara, I called to say ‘ Thank You ’. Charlie and I agree that the dark with you was amazing and has had a profound effect on both of us. We might have lost our way a little bit but we are back on caterpillar tread now, much thanks to you. We are so close again, in and out of bed."

"That's salutary, glad to get a line it,"Sara said.

"Anyway, we'd like to get you out to dinner. To stay in touch, and to say Thank You."

"Oh, Alex, that's not necessary."

"But we'd like to. To express our gratitude. You helped to save our marriage, we believe that. And if we can ever do anything to reward you, you just have to ask and we will be happy to."

There was a pause on the railway line while Sara hesitated, thinking about the invitation. There had been Recent epoch alteration in her life history that Alex didn't know about.

"OK, let's."Sara said."I'd lovemaking to."She was thinking it might be a well sentence to ask them to return the party favor if they were serious about it.

"Great !"Alex said enthusiastically."It will be Nice to see you again."

They set the date for two weeks hence.

-- --

Charlie had made a reservation at a riverfront restaurant that was highly-rated and known for steaks and seafood. Alex wore her hottest, sexiest jumpsuit that showed off her cleavage and her pattern, hoping Sara would notice. She had no idea how the Night was going to wrench out, but if the opportunity for another threesome presented itself, she would be ready.

Alex and Charlie got there early and were seated at a choice kiosk with a river view. They told the host they were waiting on one more than and consecrate drinks. They had just taken their for the first time sips of their cocktails when Sara entered the room.

She looked different than she had at the cartoon strip club, but stunning nonetheless. Tight sinister skirt, red silky top that clung to her, golden-brown legs with well-defined calf. Her blonde hair had a new undulation and was freshly-cut, barely reaching her chin.

Alex was relieved when Sara didn't hesitate to immediately comprehend and kiss them both before taking her fundament and ordering a gin tonic. There was minor talk at first of all : You look keen, so do you, how have you been, this post is bang-up, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The server returned and they ordered a second round of golf and placed their dinner society. Then Sara redirected the conversation.

"I quit stripping,"Sara said.

Alex and Charlie's eyes popped and their jaws dropped. They were too storm to say anything.

"There's a man in my life,"Sara continued."Or back in my lifespan, I should say. An old boyfriend from college, we went together for two years. Arlo. Very estimable kinship, we loved each other. But he had a lilliputian problem with the bi- thing, which he's gotten past, but he had a full-grown problem with my stripping. We broke up. He graduated and went off to aesculapian school.

"The night the three of us shared at the cabaret, that was a foremost for me. I know I was a sprigger for several long time, but I was not a whore. All I ever did were lap dances and hand problem. Until that night with you two, I had never kissed a man or a adult female from the baseball club, I had never fucked a man or a woman from the social club, and I had never had an climax with a man or woman from the club."

Sara drained her gin and quinine water. The refills came and no one spoke while they waited.

"I learned something from you that nighttime. I was turned on and I went with it. But the sex was only part of it. I was turned on because you two were so into each other. I remembered how hot and happy you looked when I used to babysit for you. And you went through a rasping patch but Charlie didn't hesitate when I asked him if he loved you and wanted to celebrate you, and that dark it was obvious how much you love and care about each other. I admired it and I envied it. But it inspired me. After that Nox I thought about Arlo and what we once had, and whether we could still have it. I got up the face and contacted him. He still loves me. I still love him."

Sara paused and sipped her fresh crapulence. Charlie and Alex were speechless.

"So anyway,"Sara continued."You said that if there was anything you could do for me, to ask, right ?"

Alex said yes, that was confessedly, and Charlie echoed her.

"Here's the thing,"Sara said, and took another sip."As I said, Arlo's okay with me being bi-, in fact he'd like to see me with another woman, and enter. We've talked about bringing another woman into our bed. And now, Arlo is very bi-curious himself ; and I have to admit I wouldn't head seeing him with another man…and participating, which would imply bringing another man into our bed.

So I thought, why not kill two fowl with one gemstone ? Four way, good swap. But it would have got to be with a couple we are attracted to and can trust. That's where you two come in."

Sara sat back while she let those last Good Book sink in. She looked across the table. Alex had a shy, subtle smiling on her side. Charlie looked like a cervid in the headlight. Alex turned to Charlie.

"I'd be up for it. What do you think, Hon,"she said. She was thinking about getting into Sara's knickers again, not to refer the incentive action.

"I don't know…"he said slowly.

"What's the affair, Charlie ?"Sara said softly."Think of the hypothesis. You'd get to see me and Alex going at it again, I know that turns you on. I get hot just thinking about it. And you would be able to take in your way with two foxy lady at the same time, veracious Alex ?"

"Right. Sounds like a hot clock time to me. Charlie gets to find out his wife with another charwoman ; I get to follow my hubby with another man."She squeezed his hand under the table.

"I don't know,"Charlie said again."I don't know anything about that…"

"What's the big heap, Charlie ?"Sara cooed, leaning close."Just go with it. Arlo just wants to see what it's like to suck a peter, Charlie. You let me suck it, Alex sucks it."

"I know, but that's a piddling different."

"What's the difference of opinion ? If it feels skillful, who cares ? You got turned on watching Alex and me. Now you have a fortune to turn us on."

"Why don't we do this,"Alex said."Why don't you and Arlo come over to our house. We'll relax, have a brace deglutition, meet Arlo and see what happens."

They agreed to the plan and scheduled the get-together for the watch Saturday evening. Alex figured she had nearly a week to get Charlie primed and ready.

They said goodnight in the parking lot. When the lady friend were kissing goodbye Alex whispered something into Sara's ear."Don't concern, I'll work on him,"she said.

-- --

When they got home and inside their front door Alex kissed Charlie and told him to go get raw and lie on the bed. She said she was going to have him a blowjob and would be there in a minute.

She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She pulled out the crisper drawer and found a large, even-shaped courgette, eight in long. She went to the bedchamber. She could get wind Charlie peeing in the master key bathroom so she put the squash rackets on the end table, undressed and lay on the bed. Charlie was naked when he came out of the bathroom and got into bed beside her. Immediately they started kissing and Alex's hired man made a beeline for Charlie's cock. She massaged his balls and lightly caressed his hawkshaw and within a moment he was rock-solid.

"I'm going down on you now,"she said."Watch."

down feather she went. She kissed it, licked it and took it in her mouth. She stuck her finger in her pussy and swished it around, then glided it into his motherfucker. She sucked him as she reamed him from behind.

Charlie moaned and swung his nitty-gritty into her mouth in sync with the finger throbbing his ass. After a couple instant of moaning and boning Charlie came, and Alex sucked it in as it pressured its way out of him.

Alex lay back beside him and reached for the zucchini.

"What's that for ?"Charlie asked.

"Practice,"she said.

She lowered it to her pussy and jammed it inside. She stroked it in and out of her a act of sentence, sighing with each plunge. Then she took it out, raised it to her face and sucked the length of it into her back talk, in then out, respective meter. Charlie watched her with a smirk on his boldness. She rammed it back into her twat and spun it around, getting it ripe and wet and funky. She handed it to Charlie.

"You try it,"she said.

He laughed but went along. He sucked a couple inches into his oral fissure and pulled it out. Alex egged him on and he did it again, then again. He had a big sassing so most of the zucchini had disappeared behind his lips.

"Oh, that's hot. You're going to do fine,"she said.

She lowered it again to her cunt and shoved it in several inches. The volume of the vegetable protruded from her twat.

"Turn me on, Charlie,"she said."suck it. require it out with your teeth."

Charlie shook his capitulum and laughed. She pushed him in that direction. He swiveled down and around so his face was between her second joint and looked up at her and express mirth again.

"Go ahead,"Alex said."Make my day."

She watched Charlie open his mouth wide and wind his mouth around her ripe process, and smiled. She was already looking forward to Saturday night.

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