Holiday Festivities II

So we were invited to Kate's house for New Years Eve. And Zoe was invited as well. I made it perfectly plain to Kate that this was not going to be a revelation evening for Zoe. Kate said it was fine, she'd just smoke us up and we'd see what happened. Zoe already knows about Liam, and as long as Liam kept his hands off his mom, we were golden.

Liam, by way of update, has been enjoying himself at college, but has no steady thing. According to him, college girls don't know what they're doing. He swore me to secrecy before talking with me about it because he doesn't want Kate to get jealous, and frankly, I understand where he's coming from. Anyway, he has not bedded any nubile young things, at least that he's admitting, but he has fucked a teacher, though that's all I could get out of him on the subject. I told him to be careful but I wasn't judging.

In another positive, Kevin was going to be out with his boyfriend. I don't think they're old enough to be partying on New Years Eve like I'm sure they are, but Kate is much more laissez faire as a parent, and while I wish we could have seen Kevin, it made things simpler as far as awkwardness with Zoe was concerned.

Of course, when we got there Kate was already packing a pipe. No, that's not innuendo: she was filling a rather large-bowled pipe with copious amounts of marijuana. She was also less clothed than ideal, and I started to regret accepting the invitation.

But after we all smoked, Liam included, things mellowed out and we just hung out and talked. It was nice. At a certain point Liam did start feeling me up a little, but it wasn't super obvious and Zoe knows that Kate knows that Liam fucks me, so...?

I was also extremely fucked up by this point because I am a very cheap date when it comes to pot, so I may not have been making the best decisions. Ah well. At least if Liam was fooling around with me he wasn't fooling around with his mom, which would raise a whole lot of questions I wasn't prepared to answer.

It got a bit later and I got a lot hornier and higher, to the point where if I didn't do something about the former, the latter was going to have me whipping things out in public. And while everyone except Zoe would have been okay with that, we needed to preserve that fiction, right gals? So I whispered in his ear to meet me in his room, then excused myself to the bathroom. I don't think anyone was fooled when he excused himself shortly thereafter, but fuck it, it's New Years Eve and I wanted to get laid.

We wound up fucking on his bed, which is odd because usually when I'm over at Kate's everyone fucks in the living room or on the big bed. But I didn't think it was a great idea to introduce the wrinkle of us fucking in the family bed in case Zoe happened to walk in. It was a stoned fuck, which meant that I was a space case and felt like I was experiencing everything through a layer of smoke, but it was still nice, and he enjoyed being able to be a little rough with my ass. I lost track of time, and then suddenly Sveta was lying next to me.

"What?" I think were both my word and my expression.

"Oh, Kate kicked me out of the living room. She said she's going to show Zoe a good time since she's not getting to partake of this shindig."

"You mean she and Zoe..."

"Mom's fucking Zoe? Damn it, I want to see that," said Liam, sounding a little petulant.

"You're just jealous because you can't fuck Zoe," said Sveta, grinning.

So yeah, turns out that Liam and I fooled absolutely no one when it came to our stealth tactics, which gave rise to Zoe feeling extremely awkward but also asking Kate if she was okay with it. Fortunately we all rehearsed our stories. I feel terrible lying to her, but... yeah.

But it meant that Sveta, Liam, and Lexi were exiled to his room, which was fine with him. When Sveta intimated that she'd enjoy a little anal attention too, Liam was even more fine with that. So wifey and I got buttfucked in sequence and in tandem.

Then it was 11:46 or something like that and we rushed into our clothes because Kate was calling us to come to the living room for the ball drop. New Years Rockin' Eve or whatever had been playing in the background the whole evening. Well, no, that can't be true because they don't start it that early, but something had been on the TV in the background, and now it was ball drop time.

When we went out, Kate and Zoe were sitting together unabashedly naked. That wasn't part of the plan, but Zoe seemed okay with it, so we left it at that. When New Years hit, Kate wanted to kiss everyone. She deep-throated Zoe's tongue for a few moments, then gave Sveta and me the same treatment, and then, God help us all, gave the same treatment to her son. Zoe seemed pretty out of it but it was hard to miss his hand sneaking up and copping a feel on his mom's tit.

Kate offered more pot, and I was so high at this point that I couldn't say no, so we all smoked again. Then Kate said, "Now go away again," with a laugh and went in for Zoe, and we ushered poor Liam out of the room but not in time for him not to see his mom going down on Zoe.

"Why don't we just tell her?" asked Liam in his room.

"Because it's one thing for you two to be comfortable around each other, and it's another for her to know that you fuck," I said, or something like that. I was all floaty. Sveta was backing me up because she's made of sturdier stuff. We distracted Liam from thoughts of going back into the living room and joining in by plying him with blowjobs and then letting him slide his cock between our two pressed-together pussies, then thrusting into one, then the other, until I was really out of it and I'd probably cum several times, to say nothing of the amount of his cum pouring out of both of our pussies.

I passed out at that point, woke up much later, much soberer but still high, with Sveta and Liam passed out next to me. I almost woke up on the floor because his bed is not large. That, more than anything, propelled me into the living room, naked as a jay bird, to find Kate and Zoe passed out naked on the floor. I fell asleep on the couch, woke up still later with a blanket over me.

We finally left later on New Years Day, resisting the temptation to stay over again and do the whole thing over again, or who knows, maybe more. Zoe didn't say anything about the evening's festivities for several days, then she started apologizing to me about it until I told her to stop. I still don't know how much she remembers of Kate and Liam. If she brings it up, we'll figure out what to do then. Until then, it was fun.

Holiday Festivities

Hell, I'm only a month late. What's the world coming to?

So Christmas. Zoe had family entanglements for the actual holiday, which meant that, in a Christmas gift she didn't know she was getting us, Sveta and I got to go to my parents' house for Christmas. My brother was already there, which meant he'd gotten the formalities over with and could concentrate on pleasing Sveta, because she hadn't had a cock in ages. Not that my dad wasn't interested in pleasing Sveta too. But Sveta told him that he was to give his daughter a creampie or she would be very disappointed.

This was all arranged in advance, but when we got there Mike was fucking Mom. Because of course he was. He apologized but said that she'd needed one and Dad was saving it up for his girls. Mom was too busy cumming to apologize too, though she did afterward. We told them that was silly and that was that. As it was, Dad was sitting back and enjoying the view, so we got to help him enjoy it a little with some well-placed hands and lips.

Once Dad got hard enough to go, he cheated on me with Sveta for a while, just to warm up. Dad has the stamina of an ox, even now, and sometimes it's all we can do to get him to cum, so starting off in Sveta and then moving to me seemed like the best way to get Lexi her cream. Mike let me clean off his cock, so I got to taste Mom's pussy vicariously at least.

Then Sveta, having cum (cummed?) nicely thank you, hopped off and I bent over and let Dad have his way with my pussy while she sucked his cock a little. I was cumming when Dad thrust in the first time, which made me gasp and made my orgasm skip a beat, a sensation I always enjoy even if it is hard to achieve. Then he railed me for what felt like half an hour and may have been. I came a bunch of times. He finally flipped me over so we could be face to face while he pumped his cream into me. Delightful.

When I regained situational awareness Mike was eating out Sveta while Mom had decamped to the kitchen to get dinner prepped. I joined her, we chatted, Dad joined us, we all chatted, then dinner was ready and Sveta and Mike had reached a decent stopping point, so we all ate dinner. Then gifts. Nothing particularly of interest to the readers of this blog.

Then we had to go home so Mike sexed his big sister up good and proper, quickly and forcefully in my ass and then into my pussy to finish, which I let him do because he's the baby and he'd bitch and moan if I made him stop to clean off. I don't usually do ass-to-pussy as a rule but I break that rule all the time. Do as I say, kids, not as I do.

We went home and hosed off so when Zoe returned we wouldn't smell like a whorehouse after shore leave. Sveta basically showered and immediately passed out. I prowled around for a while and then did the same.

But wait, there's more. Part II will involve New Years Eve. But I so rarely post anymore that I'm breaking it up a little so you've got something to look forward to.

Oh, P.S. Sheri and Mari both called, we talked, everything is fine with them, they just couldn't get away for a visit this year.

Not Dead, Just Sick Again

I was all set to tell you the stories of my holidays, minor though those stories might be, but then I came down with another case of lurg. I'm not sure whether it's COVID because we don't have tests, but whatever it is, it sucks. So you're just going to have to wait a few more days. I'm sorry to the person who requested holiday stories because they're really not all that much, but there was some sexy times, so I'll tell them when I'm feeling better.

Fucking the Boss

So I talk a good talk about not shitting where I eat. I'm considerably less good at walking the walk.

This isn't about my immediate boss. He's cheerfully gay and I'm not attracted or attractive to him. But the organization for which I work had a Christmas party this year, and I was strongly encouraged to attend even though it seemed like the last thing I'd want to do. There have been some shakeups recently, and putting my face in people's minds was mentioned as a good idea. I'm not fishing for a promotion, not until my immediate boss retires, but I'd like to continue to get work, so I showed up.

The big boss was going to be there. A new big boss, a woman, and I hadn't really met her or had any contact with her, so my immediate boss introduced me.

The big boss is intimidating, but nice. We chatted for a few minutes, then she was called away to do other big-boss things. She's gorgeous, just a little older than I am, Black, tall as me, with luscious curves that I made sure I didn't notice. After all, shitting where one eats, and ogling the big boss probably wasn't a good idea.

But then she came back and kept chatting with me, and it went from, "We're exchanging small talk," to ,"Is she chatting me up?" I noticed her eyes appreciating my body, and I let her do that. Then I let my eyes rove a little, and she started smiling and talking in this tone of voice which was considerably lower in register, like she was purring almost. Very earthy, very sexy.

"You're my type of gal," she said at one point, and it was clear that she wasn't saying it like, "You're my type of woman," but more, "You are the sort of woman to whom I find myself attracted." I didn't even know she was gay, or bi, or whatever. She didn't show up with a husband.

"Listen," she said after a few minutes, "in a minute my aide is going to come over and tell me to keep glad-handing the donors and so forth, but if you're not doing anything after this, I'd love to get better acquainted." It was such a power move. Normally I'm a bit domme when it comes to other women, and being dominated a little made me wet. I might not have gone for it with a man.  Who am I kidding, yes I might, but it wouldn't have worked as well as it did.

"I'm up for whatever," I said, trying to sound nonchalant and failing, which made her laugh, a low, musical laugh that made me even wetter.

"I imagine you know all the ins and outs of the building," she said, her eyes locked on mine. "If we're both talking about the same thing."

"I'm sure I could find us a quiet corner," I said, not at all hiding my enthusiastic smile.

Then, as if on cue, her aide did show up. The big boss said her goodbyes and then was practically marched off to meet donors.

I hit the appetizers, had a drink of water to quench my nervous thirst, and thought, "You idiot! What the fuck are you doing?" to myself. That's Rational Lexi. She's a buzzkill but she makes good points.

Irrational Lexi showed Rational Lexi a picture she'd been working on which imagined the big boss naked and waiting for me, and Rational Lexi gulped down the rest of a glass of water, found a quiet spot to ogle, and stared after the big boss with ill-disguised lust in her heart. In other words, I checked out the big boss's ass. I couldn't see a panty line, and the dress was very revealing.

Eventually the party started to wind down a little, and the big boss sidled up to me. "So, had any thoughts on out-of-the-way places?" she asked.

Honestly, I hadn't been sure whether anything was actually going to happen, so I hadn't given it a lot of thought, but I knew a few off the top of my head that would work, and my immediate boss and I were the only people likely to be in any of those places, and he had already left. I suggested one, and the big boss smiled. "I've got a master key. Perks of being the boss, I guess. And I'm pretty sure I know where that is. So why don't you head there and I'll join you in a few minutes."

I was still figuring "a few minutes" meant half an hour and possibly not at all, but there was a nice place to sit, or lie down, in the place I had suggested, and I figured I could at least take a load off. Anything to get me out of the party, which I would have left long ago had it not been for the big boss.

She showed up four minutes later, locked the door behind her, and said, "God, these parties are hell. I'm so lucky I found a choice little piece like you."

"We're not going to beat about the bush about this?" I said, relaxing a little. "Because I'm dripping wet just looking at you."

"You total slut," said the big boss, and I got worried until she grinned. "Okay, so I'm dripping wet too. I haven't had a good fuck in ages, not since I moved here. You're okay with this?"

"Fuck yeah. Let's just get naked and stop worrying about it."

I hadn't expected anything to happen (which seems like a theme these days) but I wasn't wearing granny panties or anything, just basic black. I got down to underwear and then she made an appreciative noise and said, "Honey, can you unzip me? I got into this thing but I'm not sure I can get out without help."

She turned and I unzipped, and I'm not ashamed to say I cupped her ass a little. She peeled the upper part of the dress off and then slipped it down over her ass, and was naked just like that, no underwear at all. "You like?" she said, turning around.

Her tits were gorgeous. Slightly bigger than mine but in proportion to her frame still quite small, with tiny brown nipples that were probably perkier when she was younger but were still very nice now. A few stretch marks here and there, and she had a little tummy, but a beautiful package. And her pubis was totally shaved except for a tuft of dark hair, dark as the hair on her head, at the apex.

I didn't answer her, just leaned in and kissed her for the first time. Her breasts pressed against mine, her fingers found my pussy beneath my panties, and she started fingering me furiously as her tongue delved deep into my mouth. My breath hitched and I came, hard and fast, still breathlessly kissing her. My hands moved to her ass and pulled her close, my panties slipped to the floor, and we were making out and fingering while standing in the middle of the room.

Then she gently but firmly guided my head down until I was gazing at her pussy, and she hadn't been lying when she said she was wet. It was dark brown and lovely, with a pink passage and darker lips spreading outward. She pulled my face between her thighs and held me there by my hair, thrusting her mons forward a little with her hips, enticing my tongue. I started licking for all I was worth, and when my hands found the cleft between her buttocks and she didn't say no, I started exploring the back door while tonguing the front. She sighed happily and then put one leg around my shoulder, opening herself more fully to my ministrations.

By the time she came I had one finger in her pussy and another in her ass, my tongue on her tiny clit just rolling a little. I felt her clench and relax several times, then she pulled me up again wordlessly, got my bra off finally, and then practically pushed me back onto the couch. Her lips traced my collar bone, my breasts, my belly, then down to my inner thighs.

She was much more finger-oriented than I usually am, much less oral. Her lips hovered over my clit for a start, and she worked one, then two, then three fingers into me. But those fingers knew what they were doing. And I was wet and ready for them.

When she started sucking my clit, all three fingers pressing rhythmically up into the roof of my vaginal passage, I came again, stiffling a whimper. She didn't let up and I didn't stop enjoying it, cumming again quickly with the force with which she was fucking me. "You cum so easy, baby," she said in wonder.

"You're really good at it," I said in return. I pulled her up this time, reeled her into my arms, and we kissed fiercely. Her fingers found my pussy again, and this time I was ready with fingers of my own, and we rocked like that, fingering and sucking tongues. It was a bit subby on my part, but it was more like two dominant women meeting in the middle. I could feel the heat of her on my thigh and I pressed it up between her legs, until she did the same, and then we were rocking on each other's thighs. I came first, but she didn't last long when I tweaked her tiny nipples.

Then the alarm on her watch went off. "Fuck, that's my aide," the big boss said, looking annoyed. "I guess fun time is over. Quick, help me back into the banana skin, please."

And then she was gone, and my clothes were still strewn about the place, and I was sitting there totally naked with the door unlocked. In Penthouse this would have led to something exciting, but in this case I just got dressed again, tried to straighten myself up a little, and then left.

I put out some discrete feelers and no one else heard or suspected a thing. She knows where I work, obviously, though the big boss is in charge of the organization and doesn't leave the office much. I don't think I did anything wrong. If anything, she took advantage of me, if it comes to it. It was wonderful, and a little weird.

Weird Stuff I've Used For Lube

 I was thinking the other day about lube and how I don't always have it even though I try to keep it everywhere. This put me in mind of a few lube-related stories.

The first time I got fucked in the ass without lube other than pussy juice and spit, I was ready for it to be difficult, but pussy juice actually makes a pretty decent lube. At least mine does. I should probably say, "the first time I got fucked in the ass on purpose without lube," because the first time I ever got fucked in the ass was with Mike and it was a total accident when it happened.

This was with an older guy, not old enough to be my father or anything but a few years older, and we were pretty hot and heavy the entire evening. He got his cock sucked to warm up, then he fucked me in my clothes in his parked car, then he still wasn't done and he asked me if I liked anal. Hell yeah I liked anal. But no lube.

Fucking in his car was kind of uncomfortable, plus it was nighttime now and we were parked on a deserted stretch of road, so we moved out of the car to the hood. He already had my panties off, but he got my skirt off too, then he lubed up his finger with spit and pressed that into my ass, then bent me even farther over and slid his entire length into my cunt. I came, hard. He felt that, and pulled out and pressed into my ass, which was nice and tight. I almost dropped out of the O, it was so intense.

The other thing I remember about that evening was that, as he was fucking my ass, pressing my face down on the hood of his car, another car drove by. The headlights illuminated us for a few seconds, but they didn't stop, so maybe they didn't see us. Or maybe they did and disapproved but not strongly enough to call the cops. I've always wondered what would have happened had they stopped and asked to join. I was wild back then and I probably would have left them, even if it was a busload of football players or something.

Had I been a bit older I probably would have had some lube in my purse. I usually do. But sometimes you get stuck someplace where your purse isn't. I was fucking a guy in the closet at one of my first jobs, and the room this closet was a part of got occupied, and we were stuck half naked in the closet until they left. He started feeling me up again, like the threat of discovery was turning him on.

Frankly it turned me on too. This was at an after-hours function. And when the activity outside the closet got sexy too, both he and I were raring to go. I came on his fingers twice before he even entered me, I was that wound up.

But this is a story about lube, or the lack thereof. In this case, I wasn't feeling confident in my ability to take him in the ass because he was really thick, but I really wanted him in the ass because, well, I'm a sucker for a challenge. The closet we were trapped in was more of a utility room, and yeah, there were some containers of various things, and one of them was hand soap for the bathrooms.

I do not recommend this course of action. Just take him the traditional vaginal way. But I'd already told him I wanted him in my ass bad, and he suggested the hand soap. Let's just say it worked but my ass didn't feel quite right for a day or so after. And cleanup was a pain. I didn't really bother, but he had to wash his cock off in the sink before he could put his pants back on.

I've used olive oil as an anal lube many times. You shouldn't use it with condoms, but if you're raw-dogging it like I do far too often, it's totally fine. As is baby oil, but olive oil lends a nice perfume to things.

Let me see... I used bacon grease (not hot) once because Mike wanted to see if it made me taste like bacon. It did. He tasted like bacon too. I used hands lotion a few times, but again, not a course of action I'd recommend.

Oil has a lot going for it though. It's not water based so you can use it underwater, or rather you can apply it and it won't wash away. I used to use baby oil before any beach escapades. I'd lube my pussy up nice and slick, slip on my bikini, and be ready to pull it to one side underwater and get fucked.

Have you ever used anything odd as lube? Let me know in the comments, or via email, or on Twitter, or whatever.

You Miss 100% of the Shots You Don't Take

Sorry I've been incommunicado for a month. I stupidly agreed to help out with a play, then my sickness got worse again, and so on and so forth. All boring stuff, which led to very little nookie and even less time to talk about it.

But this play I was helping with turned out to be a bit of a silver lining to giant storm clouds. I met, or rather had already met but had never spent time with really and so got to spend time with, this very attractive young woman, a few years younger than me but well within my age range. She's married, but the way she flaunts her body... Anyway. She needs a name, even if I only rarely use it. Cynthia. That works.

I was content to ogle occasionally. I'm always content to ogle occasionally. You'd be surprised what I can get away with. People don't think of women as ogling, which is silly but hey, I'll take it.

Then she broke the news that she and hubby were moving far away as soon as the show closed. Oh no, and we were getting along so well, etc. I figured, oh well, at least I'll have ogled her some.

Then during strike she was once again wearing something skin-tight and revealing. She's a dancer, and yeah, has the body for it too. Very tight, toned, delightful breasts, perky little nipples which could clearly be seen through her top, the whole deal. Gorgeous black hair. Soulful eyes. Kissable lips. Yummy.

And, well, the motto that I titled this post came to mind. So I decided to shoot my shot, as it were. So I said to her, "I know you're spoken for, but you are devastatingly attractive and if you were single I would love to invite you out for cocktails after." After all, what was the worst that was going to happen? She was moving away. She could say, "Flattered but spoken for," and we'd leave it at that.

Immediately after I said it, and as I looked at her face, I became convinced that she was frowning. Nope. I had thought with my stupid cunt and now she was going to laugh in my face, run and tell all her friends, the whole deal. Disaster. And all because Lexi got a little wet and popped questions she should have kept to herself.

I am not neurotypical. This should be clear to anyone who spends more than five minutes with me. Honestly, I have no idea what I was thinking. It would be one thing if I'd made it sexual, but no, I basically asked a married lady out on a date.

She didn't frown, despite my brain's fight-or-flight reflexes telling me otherwise. She considered it for a moment and said, "I'm not much of a drinker, but I'd be open to that."

Ok then. Maybe she and her husband are open. Or maybe she's just being friendly. The libido part of me was rushing on ahead while the rational part considered this development.

"I'm honestly not much of a drinker either." This is true. Used to be, but these days I might have a glass of wine every blue moon or so. "I only offered that so I wouldn't say something more embarrassing." Understand that we'd been talking for a while now, gotten to know each other a little. That's all I can say to justify my responses.

"Oh? Like what?" 

Fuck. Libido, you're in so much trouble. Nope, not listening to rational Lexi, charging on ahead. "I probably would have offered to give you a guided tour of the ceiling of my bedroom," I said, laughing to show that I was totally not serious. Not my best line. Not a good line at all. But she laughed. Very nice laugh, very dry and practical but still gracious.

"Well, as it happens, I'd happily take you up on that if I weren't spoken for already, as you said," she said.

Oh well. Things had gone well enough but obviously I was asking too much. No harm done, I guess.

But then she continued. "As I am spoken for, I was wondering if I could invite you back to my place? Because I'm not going to lie, you're pretty attractive yourself, and my husband and I have been looking for a third..."

Oh holy shit yes. I was nodding wildly. "I'm your gal," I said, or words to that effect. She looked relieved.

"Really? Because..." And then we were interrupted by someone asking where to put something. She said, "Ok, tonight?" 

"Hell yes."

"Hell yes. I'll let him know to expect us." And we left it at that.

We finished strike. I tried hard not to be super obvious that I was eyebanging her every chance I got. Like, seriously lady, you're wearing something that leaves very little to the imagination. I could see the globes of her ass every time she bent over, and she didn't seem to care about showing herself off at all.

Then everyone was saying their goodbyes. This company doesn't do cast parties after strike. So much the better. It was still plenty early, and I was dripping wet. She came up to me, gave me a hug, then whispered in my ear, "Vince is dying to meet you." Vince being her husband.

"What's your address?" 

She made sure no one was paying attention, then gave it to me. Close by. Good.

Hugging her, smelling the scent of her, was enough to get me tingling. She broke away and I enjoyed the few seconds of her walking away before I was accosted by another well-wisher. All I wanted to do was run to my car, but instead I was thanked for helping out for the umpteenth time, gathered my tools and so forth, and finally made it outside as everyone else was already leaving.

The blast of icy air on my privates woke me up a little. I considered. Texted Sveta to tell her I would be home late if at all. Gave her a quick, "Momma gets to have a threesome with a married couple!" explanation. Then hopped in my car, told Satan to go fuck himself, and drove to Cynthia's place. Two cars in the driveway. Lights on on the porch. Thank God for GPS. In the bad old days I would have had to get directions, gotten lost, and given up, or shown up at the wrong house.

She answered the door wearing something less revealing than she'd been wearing. "Oh thank God," she said. "I thought maybe I came on too strong, scared you off."

"Funny, I thought the same thing," I said.

"Honey, Lexi's here," she called into the house. "Come in, come in, you must be freezing."

Vince, whom I'd never met, was not a Vince. I'm not saying that's his name, but his name didn't suit him. Smaller, nerdy, not bad looking but not Vince. But I guess names don't always suit people. Sandy blonde hair, average build, wearing slacks and a polo. They offered me beverages and I just had water, plenty of water because I was feeling a little dehydrated after all my exertions during strike.

We sat on the couch and made awkward chitchat. I began to get the feeling that maybe Vince wasn't in on the whole matter. I was just about to suggest a topic of conversation which might lead its way around to sexy times when Vince said, "So Lexi, your wife is okay with this?"

"Oh heck yes, she doesn't mind at all." Which was mostly true. Sveta has been missing me at home, but she wasn't jealous of any sexy times I might be getting up to.

"We've never... I mean, we've both wanted to, but finding a woman who's up for it is so hard," he said.

"Finding couples who are up for it isn't easy either," I said with a laugh. "I think most people are afraid to admit it."

"So you've done this before?" Cynthia asked.

Oh boy. "Yeah, a few times," I lied through my teeth. No reason to be honest. Sorry.

"Should we go to the bedroom and see what happens?" Vince asked Cynthia. 

"Are you ready?" she asked me.

"Babe, I've been ready since before I asked you out at strike," I said honestly. She laughed. Vince looked enthusiastic.

"We've both had affairs, and told each other about them, but we've never had a girl together," he said.

"I was always curious," Cynthia added. "He's been wanting to watch me with another girl for a long time."

"So I'm not your first?" 

"No. Does that upset you?" 

"Of course not. Just means you know what you're doing." I paused. No sense not asking. "So are you looking to just watch the two of us? Or...?" 

"Oh hell no," said Vince, looking even more enthusiastic. "I wasn't sure what you were up for. We want to share you completely."

"Is that okay?" she asked, looking a little worried.

"If that means we all get to fuck, I'm so okay with that," I said truthfully.

"Why are we only now meeting you," laughed Vince. Well, he laughed a little and then...

It's my philosophy in threesomes to get the awkwardness out of the way early.  So I went over to him and kissed him. He was a cold fish for about two seconds, then the shock wore off and he pulled me down to him with eagerness. "Oh wow," Cynthia said.

Then she didn't say much of anything because I gently moved away from him and kissed her. She didn't hesitate an instant. Her tongue with in my mouth and her hand was on my ass and yeah, I'm thinking Cynthia has maybe had women a time or two. I enjoyed making out with her, enjoyed the awed noises her husband was making, enjoyed him reaching over and putting his hand on my ass too. 

Then she broke away. "I don't want this to be tawdry and rushed," she said to him. "Let's go to the bedroom so she can be comfortable."

I have to say, fucking a couple often leads to them talking about me like I'm not there, or like I'm some sex toy. I don't mind, really, as long as they're being polite about it.

"Lexi, do you want to freshen up? We can wait. After all, you just..."

"If you'll have me like this, I'm happy to go wherever you want," I said. "Although I must confess that if I'd known tonight was going to be like this, I'd have brought something more exciting than my work clothes."

"Honestly, I think it's hot," said Vince. "You've got this whole working vibe going on."

"Then let's go to the bedroom and you can take them off me," I said with a smile.

Their bedroom was much nicer than ours, but the bed was just as big, so that was good. We didn't do a lot of talking after that. I do remember telling her to get his cock out. Both girls were still fully clothed but I had established that she was wearing no bra under her blouse and he had rubbed the seam in the crotch of my jeans hard enough that I almost came.

His pants came down and she showed off his cock. Decent length, nothing too massive but nice and hard. He enjoyed us playing with it, enjoyed it even more when we both kissed and sucked it, then each other. Her blouse came off and I was delighted to see that her tan nipples were just as perky as they'd appeared through her tight top earlier. I suckled them while she sucked him.

"Oh god baby, I'm gonna blow," he said. He looked a little sheepish.

"Let me eat your cum off your wife's gorgeous tits," I purred. I was feeling great.

"Oh god yeah," he grunted, and pulled back and shot ropes of cream onto her chest.

She was urging him on, "Go on baby, give me all of it!" She stopped being quite so coherent when I started eating the cum off her very nice breasts, and she stopped altogether when I kissed her and fed her some cream off my tongue.

"That is so goddamn hot," said her husband. Yes, yes it was. "I'll be ready again in a minute, you gals just play with each other." Don't have to tell me twice.

I pulled her up onto the bed and kissed and licked my way down her body, over her tits, the flat belly with a cute outie belly button, the hip bones, soft but still present. She was wearing jogging pants which slipped down to reveal sensible gray panties, lace but much less revealing than I expected. She shuddered as I pulled those down too, revealing her pubis, glistening with excitement. Her pussy lips were pink rather than tan like her nipples, which one doesn't see that often. She smelled fresh, like she'd showered before I got there, which I assume she had.

When I spread her legs and dove in, she twined her fingers through my hair and held on for dear life. Her legs wrapped around my head and held me there too, and I lapped away for all I was worth. Her clit was anyway peeking and she didn't mind when I suckled it a little. She didn't mind fingers either, when I brought two of them to bear to her upper wall.

"Holy shit, I'm cumming!" she gasped and then tensed up and arched her back so hard I was a little worried she'd hurt herself. She moaned five or six times, then relaxed and let my head free from her legs and hands, and I took that as my cue to let up on the pressure. "Fuck," she sighed. "I haven't cum like that with a woman in a long time."

"Better than Jasmine?" her husband asked from behind me.

"Different, that's all." I didn't pry. Maybe Jasmine is her  regular thing.

"Ok Lexi, now it's your turn," Vince said magnanimously. I appreciate his generosity, honestly I do. I've been in situations like this where I didn't get any attention after all.

She pulled me up to kiss me and in the same motion worked my t-shirt up over my head. Vince behind me was pulling down my pants and panties in one fell swoop, leaving me in nothing but my bra. Cynthia was kissing me again and I felt Vince spread my cheeks and plant his face between them, his lips on my mons, and his tongue wasn't bad at all. I forgot to be self-conscious about how I look. I forgot to do much of anything but raise my ass a little and then, with glee, finally have the orgasm I'd been building up to all evening.

"Don't stop," I begged as the first rush left me. "God, yes, lick my clit hard!" And I came again almost immediately, my lips locked to hers while he did as he was told. 

After that, I was ready to do whatever they wanted, pulled my bra off and tumbled back into bed with both of them. Naked, we kissed and explored, their hands on every part of me. They kissed and I slipped down lower and took his hardness into my mouth while I fingered her wet snatch. He started thrusting into my mouth so I adjusted and slipped him into her. Then she rolled us all over into she was riding him and I could suck his balls while she did so. I'm not usually one for ball sucking but it gave me a great position to watch as his hard cock thrust up into her.

Then we were moving again, and she was pulling me up to her embrace, and he was sliding behind me and then pressing his hard cock into my pussy. Good God, that felt amazing. She and I made out for a while as he gently fucked me, then he pulled out and fucked her while I rubbed her clit. At some point he pulled out and came between our bodies, and she came on my fingers, moaning my name into my mouth. 

Then we cuddled and talked for a while. I heard a few fun stories about both of their affairs. I told a few stories of my own which wouldn't get me into any trouble. Nothing worth repeating.

They asked me if I minded not using condoms, and I told them I was totally okay with it. Don't do as I do, kids. Practice safe sex. You never know where that cock has been.

Then came the story of Vince fucking a girl in the ass, which apparently Cynthia thought was incredibly hot to hear about. I asked her if she wanted to watch him fuck me in the ass, and I swear her pupils dilated as she heard me say it. He was obviously thrilled by the idea.

They didn't have any lube, silly amateurs, and the only lube I had was in my car and I didn't want to get dressed to get it. Cynthia offered olive oil, which was fine with me. The girls both had fun lubing up his cock, then he and she took turns lubing up my ass. She was fascinated by it. I asked, "Why have you two never done this?"

"I'm scared," she admitted.

"I don't want to hurt her," he said.

I left it at that. I think they should try it, given how turned on they both were about it, but I'm not forcing the issue.

"I'm used to anal," I said, "So you can go a little harder than you should with a newbie."

"Ok, here goes," he said. He was behind me, doggy style, with her hand guiding his cock and her other hand on my ass. He pressed forward and into my sphincter.

"Oh yeah," I sighed. "Cynthia, be a dear and rub my clit while your husband fucks me."

She did better than that. She got down there and started eating me out with abandon, and if Vince was good at it, Cynthia was great. Obvious experience. I came, just a little O to warm things up, while he pressed deeper and then pulled back and pressed in again.

Eventually she was licking my joy buzzer with abandon while he fucked my ass nicely, a little more gently than he needed to, but nicely nonetheless. I could feel delightful pressure on the wall between my pussy and my ass, and I came again, harder this time. In the middle he grunted, "Oh damn, I'm gonna..."

"Don't stop, please don't stop!" I begged.

He listened, thank goodness, and I felt him thrust again, then the tension of him cumming into my ass, then the softened cock slipping out of me. Cynthia didn't stop either, until I had to stop and rolled off her face.

After that they wanted me to spend the night, but I said with honesty that Sveta was anxiously waiting my return. It wasn't even that late at that point. Goodbye kisses turned to making out with Cynthia again, and Sveta, anxious or not, was forgotten in the heat of the moment. Vince was, I'm afraid, pretty much forgotten too. He'd given his all.

We were too different in height to try 69ing, so she sat on my face and played with my pussy with her fingers. I came, she didn't, but she assured me that it wasn't for lack of trying and that she'd enjoyed herself.

I left them both naked and spent on their bed, pulled on my clothes, and got home early enough that Sveta and Zoe both were surprised.

And chances are good I'll never see Cynthia or Vince ever again. They're moving this week. We didn't exchange info or anything. I didn't even think of it at the time. Maybe it's for the best.

Anyway, let this be a lesson: sometimes you just have to go for it, and maybe it'll work out.

At Last

Ok, I'm sorry, this is the long-awaited (by me) story of my actor prospect. I'm sorry, things were still kind of busy when I finally had a story to tell, and then I got sick. Don't get sick, kids. It's annoying. No, I didn't have COVID either. I got the fun traditional kind of sick.

But before that, the show finished up and we had a cast party. My actor friend needs a name. How about Darren? Darren was true to his word, didn't say anything to me about hooking up during the whole show process, didn't get impatient, was a total gentleman. Still young enough to be my son, but when has that ever stopped me before.

But at the cast party, he sidled up to me and said, "Is it cool to ask you out again now?"

To which I giggled and acted very much not my age. I swear, sometimes I'm like a schoolgirl. What can I say? His attentions were very flattering.

He'd met Sveta when she came to see the play, and I thought maybe that would dissuade him a little, but no, when I giggled he grinned and then put his hand on my waist like he wasn't several inches shorter than me. "Now I know you know some quiet places around here for us to get better acquainted," he said. Cocky. No, that's not fair. Confident. And I like a little confidence in a guy. I swear, he wasn't pushy or sleazy, just confident.

"I'm not sure I want to get to know you like that," I said. He looked slightly deflated, so I hurriedly clarified, "I mean, I'd like to get to know you in a more comfortable way. Not having to worry about someone walking in. That kind of thing."

"Oh, so it's like that now, is it?" The grin was back.

"I'd invite you home, but Sveta's there and I don't want to share you," I said. I didn't mention that Zoe was also there. No reason to make things complicated.

"No, no, tonight's all about you." And he glanced around to see if anyone was watching and then pulled me gently to him and kissed me, his hand on the upper curve of my ass, his tongue in my mouth, not forceful, just comfortable. So yeah, we made out for a while. I'm pretty sure some other people saw, and I'm not crazy about that because I don't want them to think that this was something that had been going on previously. But we're all adults, and if it makes me seem a little slutty, well, I'm a little slutty.

Finally we broke away and adjusted ourselves back to somewhat normal. He said, "I got an apartment but it's a bit of a drive." Which was okay because my house was a bit of a drive too. And neither of us could afford a motel or anything like that.

So I told him I'd see him there. He gave me the address and then said he was going to take off, "to get things ready for you."

I told him, "I don't need rose petals and candle light." He laughed at that.

I had to stay around and say goodbye to people and it took me longer than I wanted to to get out of there. My panties were drenched already, but I managed not to leave wet patches on any seats. Okay, there wasn't much danger of that, but I really wanted to get some.

I drove to Darren's apartment thinking what an idiot I was being, but at the same time really wanted to rip my clothes off in his doorway and just take him up against a wall. I'm not sure if you've ever had that feeling, but it's frustrating: the feeling that you need sex really badly but the way you're going about it is a bad idea. I don't know why I felt that way, really.

Darren invited me in. "No rose petals, but I did get a bottle of wine," he said.

"Let's worry about refreshments later," I said, and surprised him a little by kind of throwing myself at him. But he adapted quickly and pretty soon his hands were all over my ass while his kisses moved lower and lower on my collar bone.

I hadn't worn anything special as far as clothes, but underthings, well, I anticipated that it might happen so I dressed up a little. When he got to my red lace bra he enjoyed looking at it for a few moments, then cupping my breasts, which I instantly felt shy about because they're not very big and I was sure he wanted them to be bigger. I didn't say that, of course, but it pulled my arousal back a little, I confess.

But then he was licking and sucking my nipples very nicely, and all the doubts and fears and negative stuff went away and I let him take charge because it seemed like he wanted to. I was in just my panties pretty quickly after that, and he was loving my ass in those red lacy panties, let me tell you. It made me blush how much he was all about my ass.

Before he could get my panties off though, I had my hands in his pants and let's just say that his confidence wasn't supported by any physical abnormality in the size department. He was fine. Thicker than long, but just fine. I got his cock out and started sucking it and he was more than fine. Grower rather than a shower, I guess. Not anything I'd put in my top ten, but he was courteous about getting head and he didn't try to shove it down my throat even after I get it down my throat a few times.

"God, looking down at you doing that... damn girl," he said, which I enjoyed as a very nice compliment.

"Do you want me to get you off first, or...?"

"Oh no baby, I want to get you off first," he said. Okay then, mama like.

We had made it to his bedroom by this point, somehow, and he gently guided me to my back on his bed, then slipped off my panties and started going crazy between my legs. The confidence was definitely well-founded as far as his cunnilingus skills are concerned. I'm easy to get off, which he enjoyed, but it was good head. Once I was tingling and flushed and breathing heavily from the orgasm, he pulled his clothes off and joined me in the bed. I felt him press the head of his cock into my pussy, thought for a moment about condoms, dismissed the idea, and enjoyed his kisses as we slowly, firmly made love face to face.

"I love doing it like this," he confessed. "A lot of girls like it from behind or on top..."

"I love it too," I said, kissing him. "It's so intimate." Then I laughed. "A lot of girls?"

"Oh, sorry, don't want you to think I'm some kind of man-slut," he laughed. Then he thrust and drove all thoughts out of my head for a few minutes.

Once I came back to myself and he was still fucking away, I said, "So, not a man-slut, but you've got experience."

"A bit," he said, confidently. "I lost my virginity to my older sister's best friend when I was... well, young. And I've always enjoyed it, you know."

"Oh, me too. Enjoyed it, I mean."

"Speaking of enjoying it, where would you like it?"

"Inside me please."

"Really? Damn girl."

"You can't knock me up and I love the feeling."

"Well all right then." And he started thrusting faster and then grunted and came in me. Well, grunted is a polite way of saying it. His O face was kind of silly. I don't hold it against him, but he sounded like porn and he looked like he was getting kicked in the nuts. But it felt good all the same.

He got up and got us two glasses of wine. "So, you like it inside?" he said.

"Always have."

And then we swapped stories for a few minutes. He does have some experience, I'll give him that. I made up a polite lie about my first time, just that it was an older man, that kind of thing.

The wine gave me a bit of a buzz, not in a bad way, and I started jokingly stroking his cock, which he didn't mind at all, and then we were making out again and he was inside me again and we just thrust against each other for a while before he said, "You need a bit harder?"

"Yes please."

"You want to ride me?"

"I will if you want."

"Naw baby, let me do the work." And he guided me onto my hands and knees and then got behind me and grabbed my ass and started pumping. A nice hard fuck after the somewhat gentler one earlier was just want I wanted, particularly when I was a bit buzzed, and he lasted longer this time, long enough to give me two Os, then unloaded inside me without asking which was fine.

"I can't let you drive home," he said after giving me more wine.

So I called Sveta and let her know that I was okay, just spending the night with Darren. She laughed and told me to enjoy myself. I love my wife.

We talked some more, then he fell asleep and I snuggled him for a bit before falling asleep too.

When we woke up in the morning, or rather he woke me up gently stroking my pussy, we fucked again, though it was kind of sleepy and didn't really go anywhere. Then we took showers, separately because he didn't have much of a bathroom. Then as I was getting ready to leave, he kissed me and passions ignited and we found ourselves fucking again on his couch, me sitting in his lap, him concentrating his attention on my tits, which they enjoyed. He came inside me again, and then we straightened ourselves up and I finally had to say goodbye.

He has my number and we've talked, but we haven't been able to figure out a time to get together again because of work and sickness. I don't know if he'll be a regular thing, but I'm going to ride the train until they kick me off it.