I squirmed in my seat. My stupid dress was riding up again and the hard metal chair was putting my butt to sleep. I glanced around the mall food court for the umpteenth time in the last five minutes. No red dress in sight. I still couldn’t believe I was here, this had to be the strangest, stupidest, most exciting thing I had ever done in my entire life.
It all started on the net of course, how typical, right? Saturday night, no date, cruising the chat rooms with all the other losers whose boyfriends would rather go hang out with their stupid immature buddies then call. I was really going to have to ditch that idiot soon.
Anyway, like I was saying, typical boring Saturday night in the summer. Home alone, no date, not desperate enough to go to a club by myself and all my friends are out on dates of their own so little Jill is cruising the net with a few million other bored, lonely people. God, even the net was dead. For laughs I surfed into a dyke room to watch the show. I got bombarded with private messages, the typical offers to swap ‘self pics’ from guys pretending to be lesbians, offers to cyber from middle aged bulls, just your basic naughty chat room stuff when I got something a little different from someone signed on as MAcpl.
“Hi,” the note read. OK, so that wasn’t different, I’m getting to that part.
“Hi back,” I answered.
“Your profile says you’re from MA. Where abouts?”
“Quincy,” I typed, “and you?”
“New Bedford,” was the reply. “A/S?” Standard chatroom slang for ‘age, and sex?’
“Twenty Three year old female, and you?”
“Twenty five year old married female. Husband is twenty seven. Are you Les or Bi?” my new cyber friend replied.
“Actually, neither,” I sent.
“Then what are you doing in a lesbian chat room?” MAcpl asked.
“I don’t know,” I typed adding a little smiley face to show I was amused, “just bored I guess.”
“Bored or curious?” she answered, adding a smiley face of her own.
“I guess both,” I admitted. I wouldn’t say I lusted after women, but I seemed to find myself drifting into one of the lesbian rooms sooner or later every time I went on line to chat. I guess I was curious. I had to admit to myself that I wasn’t repelled by the idea of being with a girl, just…..ambivalent?
We chatted for about an hour. I found out her name was Gloria. She was married to Jimmy, a contractor that did finish carpentry. Gloria worked as a receptionist for a Boston accounting firm near where I worked. They had been married for five years, no kids yet but were thinking about it. I found myself telling her my life story, how I was going to law school, how my boyfriend Todd was a shmuck that I was getting ready to can, about my summer job as a clerk for a down town law firm, the whole thing. That’s the interesting thing about the net, it’s a real classless society. You can meet people that run in entirely different social circles from your own. Gloria was nothing like my circle of friends, but I was really enjoying chatting with her.
“So, what do you look like?” she asked me after a while.
“I’m five five, strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, slim, about one hundred and ten pounds,” I answered.
“Yes, on the parts that go out in the sun,” I replied.
“What about the other parts????” she responded with a smiley face.
“Those are pretty pale,” I smileied back
“You sound pretty, what’s your boob size?” she asked.
“I’m a 34A,” I answered with a funny little flutter in my stomach. I hesitated and typed, “What do you look like?”
“Five feet, dark brown curly hair that comes past my shoulders, dark brown eyes, curvy figure, one hundred fifteen pounds with 34C boobs. I have dark nipples and I shave my puss,” was her response.
My mouth went a little dry as the subject turned to sex. I had never ‘cybered’ with another girl. I had ‘lurked’ watching and reading as some of the other chatters got down and dirty in the public rooms, but I had never participated. Well, OK, I did cyber a few times with some guys, but never a girl.
“Do you shave?” she asked me.
“No, but I don’t have a whole lot to shave and what’s there is pretty pale,” I typed with a slight tremble.
“So the carpet matches the drapes?” she asked with a big smiley.
I laughed as I had never heard that one before. “Yeah, I guess so. I trim so it doesn’t show out the legs of my bikini, but that’s it.”
“You should try shaving sometime, it feels great to be bare!” she answered, “but if I were ‘strawberry’ down there I guess I might keep it too.” Another big smiley. “So your skin is pale, are your nipples pale too?”
OK, so this was getting me tingly.
“Yeah, I guess so. They’re pink but not much darker then my skin.”
“Are they big?” she asked.
“No, about like a quarter, but they’re kinda puffy,” I answered.
“So you’ve never been with a girl?” she typed.
“No, never,” I responded.
“Have you been with a lot of guys?”
I did some mental math, “I’ve slept with five. I’ve done about everything but that with three more before that.”
“Have you ever had sex with more then one person at once?” was her next question.
“You mean like an orgy?” I asked.
“Well sure, or just like you and two guys,” she typed.
“No, just in my dreams,” I replied with a smiley face.
“Ever THINK about doing it with a girl?” she asked.
“Yes,” I typed. Well, I had.
“Ever think about doing it with a couple?”
“You mean like a guy and a girl and me?” I asked.
“Yeah, actually that’s one of my favorite fantasies to get off to,” I admitted. I couldn’t believe I was telling her this stuff. I had never admitted that to anyone. I had some of my best orgasms masturbating to that one. I suppose that’s the other cool thing about the net, the anonymity. What she said next blew my mind.
“My husband and I have been talking about doing that with someone. Would this be something that might interest you?” she asked me.
Whoa, this was getting serious. I had expected she would just want to ‘cyber’ with me, you know, talk dirty. Gloria was looking for more then a little shared sexual fantasy. All of those warnings you hear about people you meet on the net came flooding through my head; don’t ever meet someone face to face, don’t give out personal information, all the people you meet in chat rooms a psychos. You know, all that stuff you see on the Fox network news shows.
“Hello?” she typed, “You still there?”
“Yes,” I responded, “You just surprised me.”
“Sure, I understand. Look, I’m not an ax murderer or anything. You just seemed nice and I would like to try this with someone nice, but not someone I know, you know?”
Actually, I did understand what she was talking about. That didn’t mean I was ready to go along with it, but I have to admit I was intrigued.
“So, whose idea was this, yours or your husband’s?” I asked.
“Actually, it was mine,” she answered, surprising me. I had assumed hubby was some macho pig just looking for a little extra-marital nookie with the wife’s blessing. Nail some new chickie and get to watch the wife go lesbo. “I’ve always wanted to be with another girl, but, I don’t know, I guess I want the security of Jimmy being there.”
“So does Jimmy participate or just watch?” I asked, kind of shocked that I hadn’t rejected this outright. Very unlike me.
“What would you want?” she asked me, “If you were to do it.”
“I guess that would depend on the guy,” I responded. This was unreal. I was actually considering doing this. “If the guy was involved, he’d have to wear a condom, I’m not on the pill and like, I don’t want to catch anything. I mean, I’m sure you’re fine but….”
“No, no, I understand perfectly,” she typed. “I don’t blame you. Just so you’ll know, we’ve never done anything like this before. Usually we just go to chat rooms and talk about it or make up a story about it to get each other hot and then we fool around. Neither of us have been with anyone else since we were married.”
“Is your husband there now?” I asked.
“Yes, he’s here,” she answered. “Actually he’s playing with my pussy as I type this.”
Oh God, I just gushed. I could feel my panties getting wet. This was really getting to me.
“So, would you like to meet someplace?” she asked. “No pressure, we can just look each other over, talk, that’s all. Decide if we wanted to meet again or anything.”
Moment of truth time. Was I for real or just another internet junkie whacking off to her computer? I took a deep breath.
“OK,” I typed. “But let’s meet someplace public.” This was crazy. “The Silver City Galleria Mall is near you, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she replied, “it’s pretty close. Do you want to meet there?”
“Let’s meet in the food court,” I said. I figured that should be nice and public. If they were psychos I should be pretty safe there.
“How about next Saturday night at eight?” she replied. “I’ll wear a red dress, you should be able to see that. I’ll be with Jimmy.
“Fine. I’ll have on a green dress,” was my answer.
“Of course, you’re a redhead!” she smileied and I had to smile for real myself.
I shut off the computer and went to bed. I got no sleep that night. Over the course of the next week I waffled several times; I would go, I wouldn’t go, I might go, I’d go but just to see what these people looked like and back again like a looped tape. By Friday I had just about made up my mind to forget the whole thing, but at six o’clock on Saturday night I found myself in the shower shaving my legs. ‘Just go and see what they look like, it’ll be funny,’ I rationalized. Sure, just look at them. That’s why I was shaving my legs and looking at my bush, debating on whether or not to shave it. I didn’t. OK, so I trimmed it, big deal.
I dried my hair and put on my favorite light green slip dress. It comes to about three inches above the knee and has spaghetti straps. Hey, I had a nice tan and I figured I’d show it off. I didn’t wear a bra, but then I never do with that dress. I put on plain, white cotton panties. Nothing sexy about plain white cotton panties. Well, bikini panties. OK, OK, string bikini panties, but they were cotton. No hose, it was hot out. I stepped into some white wedgies and put on a little make up. Just some lipstick and a tiny hint of blush to even out some of the freckles. I dabbed a little CK One behind each ear and, after a pause, between my breasts.
It was a long ride to the Silver City Mall. It’s a lot closer to New Bedford then Quincy, I had planned it that way. As I drove I was still waffling. I almost turned around twice, but found myself pulling into a space in the mall and getting out of my car. I drifted in the door and up to the third floor food court.
Which brings me back to this stupid seat and the wedgie I was developing from squirming like a five year old. This was really, really stupid. I was just about to give it up and leave when I noticed the red dress at the other side of the court. She was short and there was a guy with her, that had to be them. My tummy did a flip-flop when they looked this way and the girl gave a little half wave. I was tempted to ignore them, but my hand waved back of its own accord.
They started to walk over and I checked them out as they came. Actually, I was pleasantly surprised. I don’t know, I guess I had expected some bimbo bulging out of her spandex complete with uni-eyebrowed Neanderthal mate,. I mean, who else is on the internet cruising for sex? Well, me I suppose. Anyway, as I said, they were a pleasant surprise. Very normal looking. She was, as advertised, about five feet short. I had expected chubby, but she was actually, as she said, curvy. Voluptuous I guess, made me feel like a stick. Long, curly hair, dark brown, almost black. Nice tan, little or no make-up. The dress was cute, tasteful, a little dressier then my sundress, but not overdressed for a mall. One of those indispensable numbers that will go anyplace. She looked good in red. It came to about 3 inches above the knee, sleeveless with a square neck. She had on black strappy sandals with a 2 inch heel. I noticed her toenails were red to match the dress.
He was a surprise too. No Neanderthal, he was just a guy. Cute, about six feet. Dark brown wavy hair cut short. Good tan. He wore khakis and a white polo. I could see he had a decent bod under the shirt, big arms, but then he was a carpenter. He wore loafers with socks. I approved.
“Hi, are you Jill?” she asked as they came closer. Heavy Massachusetts accent, it came out as ‘Hi ah you Jill?’
“Yes. Gloria?” I replied.
“Yeah! Hi! How are you? We were afraid you wouldn’t show.” she blurted quickly, breathlessly. I heard, ‘Hi howahya? We wa afraid ya wouldn’t show.’ Don’t be such a snob I chided myself.
I laughed, ” I almost didn’t. Please, sit down.”
“Actually, we were thinking of going someplace we could have a drink,” the husband said. “Those chairs don’t look too comfortable. There’s a pub on the first floor, do you want to go there?”
He had a deep voice with much less of an accent then Gloria.
“Sure, why not?” I replied.
I got up and we walked over to the escalator. Gloria was chatting away. At first I thought she was a little spacey but realized she was just nervous. We took a table near the bar and ordered drinks. The husband, Jimmy, ordered a beer. Gloria ordered a gin and tonic, chatting away a mile a minute. I had the same.
Gloria abruptly stopped talking and looked at me. “I’m chattering like a magpie,” she said. “I’m really sorry, you must think I’m an idiot. I do that when I’m uncomfortable and this is a little weird.”
We all laughed and I said, ” I have never, ever done anything this weird in my life! I was just thanking God you two looked so normal.”
Jimmy laughed harder and Gloria blushed. He said, “Gloria was saying when we pulled in that you’d probably be some total skank and we’d have to run away. We were so relieved you were a regular person.”
That kind of broke the ice and by the time the drinks came we were somewhat at ease with each other. It was amazingly like a first date, but I suppose that’s exactly what it was. We had a second drink and I was telling them about myself, my family, growing up, school, my life’s ambitions, how I had dumped Loser Boy Todd Sunday morning after I had chatted with them. Gloria talked about being the youngest in a family of seven, about never having much in the way of material things but growing up with an abundance of love, about her job, her outlook on life, how she met Jimmy, her desire for a family of her own, but not seven kids thank-you-very-much.
Jimmy, I found, had attended two years of college and done very well there, but had dropped out. “It was all so much bullshit,” was his opinion. He told of how he had never felt happier then when working with his hands. He was a finish carpenter, and rather good at it if-he-said-so-himself. He did all right and wanted to spend his life restoring old buildings. He talked about hand crafting and techniques that were common one hundred years ago but were lost today. He was passionate about his work and I respected him for that. He was also deeply in love with Gloria.
This caused me to have to ask, “You guys seem like you are totally in love with each other, so why this?”
“What does one have to do with the other?” Gloria astutely replied. “Of course we’re in love, that’s how we can even think of doing this. Sex is just fun. I know Jimmy loves me and isn’t going to leave me, so what’s wrong with being a little naughty?”
What could I say to that? I told her that I thought it was great they had each other and that I hoped I could find someone like that some day.
A third round of drinks came. As we sat there and talked I found myself really enjoying these people. They were very easy to talk to and I was laughing a lot. I’ve always been a sucker for a man that could make me laugh, and now here was a guy who could do that, and a woman who could too.
“Do you like to dance?” Gloria asked abruptly. “Let’s go dancing.”
“OK,” I replied, “But I’m kind of underdressed for anything fancy.”
“Don’t worry,” she said, “There’s a place nearby, kind of dive-ey but the music’s good. We’ll be overdressed,” she added laughing.
“Let’s go,” I said. I insisted on picking up the check over Jim’s protests. I told him he could buy the drinks at the next place.
I got in my car and followed their pick-up a few miles to a bar called ‘Celebrities’. I parked next to them and got out. I could hear the music pulsing out in the parking lot.
Gloria smiled and took my hand, almost dragging me to the door. She seemed to have two modes, excited and manic. I smiled back, you couldn’t help liking this girl.
“You’re gonna love this!” she enthused over the music blaring out the door.
Jimmy insisted on paying the cover and I let him. Inside, a packed dance floor pulsated to a salsa beat. A live band, complete with horn section, ripped up the walls. I love Latin music, you just can’t sit still to it and I began to unconsciously sway.
“Go get us something to drink,” Gloria ordered Jimmy over the music. “We’re gonna go dance.”
Jimmy nodded and went off to the bar as Gloria dragged me out on the floor. She let out a whoop and raised her arms, gyrating unselfconsciously to the beat. Figuring, ‘why not, I don’t know anyone here’ I joined her and lost myself to the music. She was a good dancer, lots of rhythm and she really knew how to move that little body of hers. I tried to match her and I think I did a pretty credible job of holding my own. We were getting noticed. Other dancers were looking at us and grinning, making room for us on the floor. Gloria took it as a challenge and began to go a little wild. Hell, my parents had paid for eleven years of dance for me, I could show off a little too. I matched her step for step. She looked at me and our eyes locked. They were dark, almost black. She smiled and I felt sucked in to their depths. Everything blurred, like when a movie goes into slow motion.
One song faded into another. We danced, eyes locked, oblivious to the rest of the world, floating on the music. Eventually, the set ended and the band announced they were taking a break. I came back to earth to find people cheering and clapping. I looked around at the sea of faces, smiling at us and blushed. Gloria waved at the crowd, grabbed my face and kissed me on the lips. An electric shock zapped me from my lips to my toes. She broke the kiss and the crowd cheered louder. I was breathless from surprise as much as the dancing. I saw Jimmy wave to us from a table near the dance floor. I took Gloria by the hand and lead her to it.
“I told you she’d be a good dancer,” Gloria announced to him as we sat down.
A guy, dripping tacky gold chains, walked over to our table, leaned against it and said to me, “Hey, you can really dance.”
Gloria winked at me and said to him, “Is that your opening line, ‘Hey, you can really dance’? Wow, that’s the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard! I mean that’s totally pathetic! Why don’t you ask her what her sign is while you’re here? I think you should go home and practice on your sister before you come back. Now run along, shoo,” she said brushing her hands at him.
He kind of stammered for a second and then left, deflated like a balloon. We laughed and sipped our drinks. Gloria sat close. The bar was hot. Perspiration glinted on her neck and collar bones, making her olive skin glisten. It was hot all right, in more ways then one. My lips burned where she had kissed them. The G and T’s were working, or maybe it was just excitement. I tingled. This was just supposed have been a get to know you meeting. I found myself fearing she would kiss me again. I found myself hoping she would kiss me again. I glanced over at her and our eyes locked once more. My head moved toward hers, our lips met. Her lips were soft, full. I closed my eyes. I felt her tongue touch my lips. I parted them and her hand came up to cup the back of my head as our tongues met. God, she was a good kisser. The kiss lasted a minute, an hour, forever, I don’t know, I only know it almost hurt when it ended. My nipples hardened, poking out through the thin material of my dress. I opened my eyes and looked at her.
“Would you like to come home with us?” she asked softly.
Unable to speak I nodded ‘yes’.
“Follow us in your car,” she ordered, “It’s not very far.”
I couldn’t tell you how I got to the car. Next thing I knew, I was following their tail lights. She was right, we didn’t have to go very far at all, just a few miles. They stopped in the drive of a modest ranch in a residential neighborhood. I pulled in behind them and shut off my engine. Getting out, I walked to the door where they stood, Jimmy putting his key in the lock.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” Gloria said, uncharacteristically shy, as she took my hand.
“I’m here,” I said breathlessly.
Jimmy opened the door and stood aside for us to enter. I followed Gloria into the living room. It was tastefully furnished with some new pieces mixed with older ones. About what you’d expect from a young married couple. Gloria drew me into the center of the room and turned towards me.
“You’re really nice. If you get freaked out or anything, please say….”
I stopped her with my mouth, drawing her into my arms and kissing her. She kissed back and her arms went around me as our tongues met. Her mouth was sweet, her lips soft. I felt the kiss down to my soul. It was a funny experience, kissing a girl. Her face was soft, no stubble like a guy would have. I felt her full breasts pressing into me, another odd but exciting sensation. Her hands found the zipper on the back of my dress and drew it down. She pushed the straps from my shoulders and stepped away, our mouths still in contact. I lowered my arms and shrugged it off, feeling it flutter to the floor.
Her hands found my nipples already hardened to little points. She stroked them softly, little icicles shot down my spine to my crotch. I love to have my nipples played with and she was an expert, not too hard, not too soft, like baby bear’s bed she was just right.
I brought my hands up to her breasts and caressed them through her dress. They were softer then mine. She was wearing a bra under the dress but I could feel the hard buttons of her nipples through the thick material.
I heard Jimmy say, “Let me help you.”
I opened my eyes and smiled as I saw him move behind his wife. Her zipper made a tearing sound as he lowered it to her waist. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and down to the floor. While her arms were at her sides, I pushed the straps of her bra down and she pulled her arms out of them. Her full tits popped free of the cups as I returned my hands to them. They were dark as she had said, a light brown with big aureoles and thick button nipples. The skin of her aureole was soft as I traced it with my finger tips. Her nipples elongated further under my touch.
“Mmmm, that feels so nice,” she purred.
I bent down to flick one with my tongue. She gasped as I captured it with my mouth and gently sucked. Jimmy, behind her, unhooked her bra then worked her black panties over her hips and down to the floor, leaving her naked except for her heels. She had a sweet figure, full breasts and hips with a hint of roundness to her tummy, not fat or flabby, just soft and womanly. She was shaved bare and I saw Jimmy’s hand caressing her pussy from behind.
Gloria’s left hand stole from my tit, down my tummy and to my crotch, caressing me through the thin cotton of my panties.
“Oooo, your panties are all wet,” she whispered in my ear, biting the lobe. “Let’s go in the bedroom and take them off.”
She took my left hand and Jimmy my right as they led me down the hall to the bedroom. I was pleased to note the bed was made and the room nice and tidy. Call me anal, but stuff like that matters to me. Gloria gently pushed me back onto the queen sized bed and drew my panties down my legs and off.
“Jimmy, come look at this,” she smiled, opening my legs and kneeling on the floor between them. My ass was at the edge of the mattress with my legs dangling over. Not the most comfortable position, but I forgot about all that as her finger touched my pussy, gently opening my lips and sending shivers up and down my back.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Gloria asked him. Jimmy stood behind her, looking over her head with his hands on her shoulders. “Her bush is the same color as her hair. I wonder how she tastes.”
Gloria bent down and I closed my eyes as I felt the first tentative touch of her tongue on my pussy. She quickly grew bolder and more self assured as her mouth created magic on my cunt. Her nimble tongue found all the right places, circling my clit, teasing my inner lips, probing my hole. My excitement quickly built, the physical sensations intensified by the perverse knowledge that it was a woman’s tongue exploring me.
“Mmmm, Jimmy, come taste her with me,” Gloria murmured. Shortly, I felt a second tongue on me, I opened my eyes and saw that Jimmy had knelt next to her and both were exploring me with their mouths. The sensation was indescribable. I drew up my knees and rested my feet on their shoulders. My body tensed as the sensations overwhelmed me. My hands balled into fists and I threw my head back. Normally, I don’t make much noise making love, but I groaned as my orgasm approached.
“Unn, unn, unn,” I mewed as the sensations built. “Ohh, oh, oh…….AHHHHHHH!” I shrieked as the orgasm slammed home. “Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh,” I thrashed but Jimmy grabbed me about the waist and held me down as he and Gloria tormented me with their tongues.
“Ohhh, stop, please stop,” I begged, “It’s too much, too intense, please, enough.”
Laughing Gloria licked me a few more times then stopped, pulling Jimmy off as well. I twitched on the bed as neurons fired from my over stimulated pussy.
“Oh my God,” I groaned, “That was absolutely amazing.”
My new lovers grinned at me and stood up. I saw that at some point Jimmy had lost his clothes and his arms and chest looked as good naked as they did with a shirt on. I’m not usually a ‘cock watcher’ as Nancy Friday puts it, but I had to be impressed with Jimmy’s. It stood out proudly from a bush of dark hair, hard and long. I didn’t have all that many to compare it with, but it was certainly the biggest I had seen.
Gloria climbed onto the bed next to me and kissed me wetly on the mouth. I tasted my juices, slightly salty on her lips.
“My turn,” she said breathlessly and rolled onto her back.
A slow grin stole across my face, well, fair was fair. No turning back now. I sat up and slid to the floor between her legs. I pulled her small body to the edge of the bed and stroked the tops of her thighs, scraping my nails lightly up and down from knee to hip.
“Mmmm,” she purred again, bringing up her knees and resting her feet on my shoulders.
I studied her sex. Her folds were darker then mine, her clit more prominent then my small button. Her inner lips didn’t seem as long as mine but were fuller. They glistened with her moisture, beaded up on her bare, hairless skin. I inhaled her musky aroma as I bent closer. I touched her with the tip of my tongue, flicking across her pussy, capturing some of her juice so I could taste her. I was a little nervous, what would she taste like? Turned out, like not much at all. Slightly sweet, slightly salty, very sexy. I touched her again, doing to her pussy what I liked done to mine. My tongue made lazy figure eight’s around her clit, flicked across her lips and around again. Circled her hole, dipping in to taste and then up again over her clit.
She was softly moaning, rocking her hips. I turned to Jimmy standing off to one side, smiled, my face wet with his wife’s juice, and said, “Why don’t you join me down here?”
He needed no urging and knelt beside me, taking Gloria’s left foot off my shoulder and placing it on his. I was getting excited again from licking Gloria’s cunt and now the proximity of this beautiful naked man really got me flowing again. I kissed him, wet with pussy juice while I played with Gloria’s clit with my hand. We broke the kiss, smiled at each other and bent to the lovely waiting pussy, just begging for our attention.
The whole act was unbelievably intimate. I mean, obviously, eating another woman’s pussy is an intimate act in and of itself, but here I was, licking this beautiful woman with her beautiful husband pressed up against me, our tongues on her, touching her, touching each other, our faces cheek to cheek. Well it was incredible. She reacted much the same as I did to the two-fold increase of sensation. She rapidly built to orgasm, getting even wetter until she came with gasps, moans, yelps and groans.
I was about to stop when Jimmy said, “No, she’ll cum again.” So I went back to it with a vigor. As he predicted, I felt her body tense yet again as she spasmed.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Oh God, Ohhhhhhh!” she howled. She was a screamer for sure. I felt her juices flow heavier still, sweeter as she came. I lapped them up greedily.
“OK, OK, stop, enough,” she said as she pushed our heads away. I stopped, but I should have kept going to pay her back a little.
I crawled up onto the bed beside her and kissed her. Jimmy crawled up and lay down on her other side, kissing her neck. Our kiss ended and I snuggled into her side.
“Mmmmm, that was wonderful,” she sighed. She reached over to Jimmy and cupped his cock in her hand. “Oh, poor Jimmy, are you feeling left out honey?”
“Not in the least,” he laughed, “I’m having the time of my life.” She kissed him and I grinned. The kiss went on and I sucked her nipple into my mouth.
“Yumm,” she giggled, pulling away from Jimmy. She looked at me and said, “Jimmy, would you like to have her?”
He looked apprehensive, but I could see the lust that underlay it. “Well, sure, but are you OK with that?” he asked her.
Instead of answering she turned to me. “How about it babe, would you like some of this?” she still held his cock.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had one that big,” I smiled. “I wouldn’t mind trying though.”
Gloria smiled back lopsidedly, “Well in that case, I’ve got an idea.”
Gloria lay on the bed. She had me get over her in a sixty-nine with Jimmy behind me. We licked each other while Jimmy fingered my pussy from behind. His hands roamed my ass as his wife delicately and then not so delicately tongued my cunt. It felt great and I was having trouble concentrating on Gloria’s pussy because of those lovely sensations. That’s why I’m not so big on sixty-nines, I get kinda distracted.
I felt the bed shift behind me as Jim reached for the bedside table. He opened a drawer, took out a little foil packet, opened it and unrolled a rubber over his hard cock. Shortly thereafter I felt Jimmy’s cockhead nuzzling against my hole from behind. I raised my ass little higher as he rubbed his rod against me.
“Get me a pillow,” Gloria asked. She needed to raise her head to reach now. Jimmy tossed her one and she soon began eating me again.
Jimmy’s cock pressed against my opening. I leaned forward to make it easier. He pressed in and I felt my cunt stretch to accommodate him. God he was big and this doggie-style fuck was making me even tighter. Jimmy’s huge cock was splitting me open slowly, almost painfully as I opened to accept him. Gloria licked and sucked at my clit as he pressed himself into me. He hilted himself and I groaned as he withdrew. He slid it in again and started up a rhythm. Gloria matched it, moving up to my clit on the in stroke, down to my hole to lick me and Jim’s shaft on the out stroke.
I stopped licking, consumed with the feeling building in my over stimulated cunt. Jimmy’s hands dug into my ass cheeks as the double stimulation became too much for him. He slammed his cock as deep as it could go, giving me a sharp stroke of pain/pleasure as I felt his cock throb, pumping his semen into the rubber. Gloria sucked my clit into her mouth as I gasped and came, mewling in time with Jim’s cock strokes. “Hnn, Hnn, Hnn, Hnn, Hnn,”
Jim pulled out and gently pushed me aside. I rolled off Gloria and he, stripping the rubber off his still hard cock, positioned himself between her legs and entered her in one quick motion.
Gloria sighed as she wrapped her legs around her husband. He slammed several quick, hard strokes into her as her nails dug into her back.
“Unnnnnn!” she moaned, head coming back as she came. “Ahhhh!”
Jim stroked into her a few more times until she stopped yelping and gasping and collapsed, laughing on top of her. I snuggled in and we made a happy pig-pile there on the bed.
“Can you spend the night?” Gloria asked me.
“Sure, I guess so,” I replied.
“Good,” she said leaning over and opening up the night stand drawer again. She pulled out a large vibe, at least ten inches and shaped like a cock.
“I have a couple of ideas,” she added with a naughty grin.