First going fast and then slow to keep his pace reasonable, Guy knew he would need to hold back for as long as possible to make his wife happy. Their agreement on sharing others was that he would always finish in her, never in one of their playmates. He was her husband after all. Their ten year marriage was only two years old when Alice had caught Guy fucking his secretary. Watching dumbfounded as his wife march into the hotel room, Guy expected her to cause a scene and leave him. To his surprise, she kissed the secretary and stripped off her clothes to join them in bed. After the shocked secretary had left, Alice had instituted the rule. Well, rules. The only other rule was that if one of them was going to be with someone else, the other one had to be present. No sneaking around fucking others behind backs. Honesty was important and Guy had gladly agreed to both rules right there in bed. Once a month or so, Alice would invite someone to join them for an evening. They were not always female so Guy was not always a participant, but it was always hot and it always ignited their love life for a few weeks.
Clara had been the discovery of the century. Alice used a discrete service and they had sent over a few girls disguised as delivery people. Clara stood out with her bobbed hair and lithe figure. Alice and Guy agreed that one of the things they loved about Clara was how wet she was at all times. She had probably arrived at the house wet that first day. Their last session had almost proven too much for Guy and Alice had to remind him at the last moment that his seed was hers and hers alone. This time Guy would control himself and show his wife the respect she was due.
“Time to switch positions”, Guy announced. He helped Clara up onto the couch to straddle his wife’s face and pulled his wife by her knees to the edge of the cushion. In this new position, Guy could watch as Clara, hands on hips, rode his wife’s face to orgasm after orgasm. He reached out to cup one pert tit and Clara steadied herself on his arm, eyes closed. Clara’s tongue licked her top lip in a way that told Guy he would not be lasting much longer.
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Half an hour later Guy, Clara, and Alice lay cuddling on the couch in the living room having been chased indoors by the colder night air. Clara and Alice lay in each other’s arms trading kisses and talking about the latest gossip in town. Guy, sensing that he would not be missed, got up to make them drinks in the kitchen. He came back with three glasses of wine to find Alice on her knees in front of the couch sucking on Clara’s pert little nipples. The nude women continued to make love while Guy watched, draining his drink and then one of the others. Fifteen years ago, he would have been back at full mast participating. Now he was relegated to watching.
Alice worked her way down the platinum blonde’s stomach and started lapping at her clit. It was amazing how many times this girl could cum. Her own cunt was too sensitive to be touched now after the fucking both Clara and Guy had given her. Besides, it was not often that she got to indulge her interest in women. Alice heard her husband open the door to his study and call a cab as Clara was cumming for the umpteenth time that night. She made a mental note to book a girl’s weekend away with Clara. Somewhere close by but where they would not be interrupted by any men. They were trading kisses again when Guy announced that the cab would be there soon.
Clara, jumping up from the couch and ran out to the patio to gather her dress and shoes. Guy’s wife rolled onto her back on the couch and watched the young woman run about the pool just beyond the doors. Clara’s thin frame stooped to gather her dress, panties, and shoes from the bricks. Alice was reminded of paintings of muses dancing to Orpheus’ lyre, silken wrappings loosly covering their modesty. Alice licked her lips.
Finally finished dressing, Clara dropped her silken panties on Alice’s lap as she passed by to leave. Her parting gift. Guy, robed and playing the good host, saw Clara to the door. Alice closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had needed this. Needed to feel the smooth skin of another female, the tender touch instead of the rough hands of a male. After Monday’s lunch, Alice needed something to pull her back to normal. Rough was all well and good, but Alice believed in moderation.
Voices from the hallway called good night, but Alice was too far away to hear or respond. Her heartbeat was thumping throughout her body, and focusing on that was lulling her to sleep. Alice licked her lips. Sweet, sweet Clara.
Chapter 1: Blue In Green
The first thing Ed Zeit noticed was the smell of perfume. Unfamiliar perfume. Opening first one blood-shot eye and then the other, Ed realized he had no idea where he was. A cramped apartment covered in clothing, empty glasses, magazines, and half a bushel of oranges scattered over the floor. A glass bottle pressed into his ribs as he rolled onto his side.
Groaning, Ed looked down at his watch. He was late. Again. Ed threw back the covers and discovered that at least a few items of clothing littering the apartment were his. A protesting moan from under the sheets identified his paramour for the previous evening. She did not seem to be interested in getting up to help him find his underwear. Or make him breakfast. Ed knew he was on his own.
Ed freelanced some week nights working security for a boxing league when his day job left him free. Boxing matches tended to be pretty tame events, most of the people lost their money with good graces and fucked off to where ever it was they called home once the fight was over. Occasionally a fight fan would have too many drinks and think that throwing a punch was all in good fun. Drunks were easy to roll, and the money was pretty good for standing around looking vaguely menacing. Most of the other security guys were off-duty cops, and they all knew and like Ed as an extension of the respect they had for his boss. One of them had arranged for drinks with his girl after the event, she brought a friend, and so went the rest of the night.
Ed was on all fours searching for his socks when he caught a glimpse of himself in a smudged mirror hanging next to the front door, just on the other side of the room from the bed. While not a muscled bruiser, Ed had strong arms and muscular shoulders. The rest of him was lean from exercise at the boxing gym and his active full time job. Blond hair and an exotic accent didn’t hurt with the ladies, either. His face was narrow with a thin nose and two, sky-blue eyes that were the focal point of his features. Ed kept his hair short to keep morning maintenance to a minimum. Often were the mornings where he was running behind and slowed down by a gut full of cheap whiskey.
Ed eventually found all his clothes and managed to get them back on in close to the usual arrangement. His “date”, eyes screwed shut against the spring light forcing its way through the blackout shades, rolled over and asked where he was headed at such an early hour.