“Is this the person you thought might intrude on your Wednesday night?”
“Yes, although I don’t anticipate medical clearance for non-condom sex until Thursday, and it will probably be this weekend before she has sex with anyone other than me. As a bonus, her handsome husband might also be available. His manhood is substantially smaller than mine. You might want to consider him to fuck your ass before you try it with me.”
“So a foursome?”
“Possibly. I don’t know if he’ll have sex with anyone other than his wife. It might not fit in with his fantasy self-image, but since his wife will be fucking other people, he may consider it.”
“You are a horn dog, aren’t you?”
“Very much so. I was thinking of fucking both of you while the other one licked your clit.”
“Sounds dreamy. Let me think on it, but it could be fun. So, you think we can get together tomorrow night after all.”
“My guess is yes, but I leave it open.”
“I’ll wake you up with a blow job if I can spend the night.”
“Don’t you mean a lick job. As I recall, there wasn’t much blowing the last time you tried.”
“Touché.”
“I suggest you start using anal plugs to prepare your ass for a good fucking if it’s something you ever want to try. I have some here and I’ll put it in before you go back to your room. Do you travel with Vaseline?”
“I do.”
“If you need to use the facilities, remove the plug, wash it thoroughly, put Vaseline on it and reinsert it. It will aid in the stretching of your sphincter to accept a cock inside of it.”
“What the hell. I’ll give it the old college try. You’ll stop if I can’t take it, won’t you?”
“Of course. This is all supposed to be fun.”
“It’s been fun so far.”
I put her first plug in. It wasn’t very big. “This feels interesting.”
“Wait until I fuck you with it inside you. You think I feel big now, wait until my dick is sharing space with your plug.”
She kissed me then got dressed. Sharon blew me another kiss as she walked out the door.
******
At the gym on Wednesday morning, I found another woman to bounce on my bed as I pounded her pussy. She appreciated my attentions and asked for a date later. She wasn’t as cute as Sharon, so I was content to pass. She also had a faint white line on her ring finger, so I suspected she might be married and playing around. No ring, so she was fair game by my rules, but I had other targets.
I picked up my medical records on Wednesday afternoon. Sharon texted me and asked if we were on for dinner and I said I was free, so we made a date for 5:30 again. I dressed for dinner, a light charcoal suit this time. Sharon might as well know I wasn’t only a gym rat.
We had a lovely dinner, which she paid for, then we went to the dance club next door for a little dancing before attempting the horizontal mambo. After all, she was spending the night. It didn’t have to be rushed. We spent an hour in close quarters and were taking a drink break.
“You know, most of the time when I go out with someone, they’re at least surreptitiously checking other women out. I thought it was part of the male makeup. You don’t. I’m surprised considering how many different women you fuck.”
“I fucked someone else this morning. She was hoping to see me later, but when I’m with someone, I’m with them, not planning my next score. You have all of my attention until we part, then I start looking again.”
“So if I walked out of here…?”
“I’d be on someone else like white on rice.”
“Who would you pick?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t looked. It depends. I don’t know if I have a type. I like all women, although taller ones tend to catch my eye first, they’re not necessarily who I choose. Maybe it’s a vibe a woman gives off.”
“Like who’s craving a big dick now?”
“Maybe,” I said with a smile. “I pick up a lot of women in the gym, because let’s face it, I’m eye candy in a rough sort of way. I also get a much better look at most women’s figures there. It worked for you, anyway.”
“Will you fuck a fat girl?”
“I’ll fuck anyone, though given choices, a thinner one is preferable. If she’s in a gym, she’s at least working on her health and appearance. I won’t turn someone down because of appearance. They might be more eager if they have a body issue.”
“So you’re an equal opportunity fucker?”
“That’s right. EOF. Do you think I should get it tattooed on my arm?”
She smiled. “With my complete and utter permission, I want you to pick out some other girl to bring to your room tonight. She has to be willing to fuck us both. If I’m going to help you with the married woman, maybe I should get a little practice in so I’m not a total novice.”
“And if she wants to spend the night, sharing my dick?”
“What the hell. Although I’m tempted to fuck you until I’m too tired to go on, I’ll be around for another two weeks. I’m sure I’ll get another chance. Pick one and tell me why you’re picking them.”
A challenge; I liked it. I looked around.
“Okay, bunch of girls together, not a good choice. Although they’re probably looking for a good time, they may feel obligations to their sisters. Maybe they’re the designated driver, or they feel bad leaving their friend behind, although, the exception to that is if one of the women isn’t getting much attention for whatever reason. Women may bring a homely friend along so they look better in comparison, but it’s more likely they want her to meet someone, so they may cut her loose if they trust me.
“Girls who are getting hit on a lot, but not taking any offers is another good choice. They may actually want a buffer, but I can’t approach it like I’m hitting on her as well. It has to be more subtle.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I might say something like, ‘I notice you’re getting a lot of attention but you’re not biting. I’m waiting for someone else to show up. If you’d permit me, I’ll wait at your table and it might discourage some of the riffraff.’ Then, if she accepts, I kind of ignore her and don’t make any moves until she gets comfortable, then I might try chatting her up some.”
“Smooth. No one’s ever tried that on me.”
“Perhaps you accepted one of the previous offers too soon,” I laughed.
“Maybe,” Sharon grinned.
“Single ladies standing at the bar or sitting alone at a table is not a bad choice. They have no obligation to anyone, so their time might be their own. That one up at the bar looking out at the dance floor is a good possibility. Oops, gotta run, something bad is about to happen.”
I think someone else thought the same thing I did, that she might be a good target, but they weren’t leaving anything to chance. I saw them slip a couple drops of something into her unattended drink. I walked briskly in her direction until I saw her turn to pick up her drink again, then I almost ran. Just as she was about to take another sip, I put my hand on her arm. She gasped and drew back seeing me loom so suddenly on her.
“Don’t drink that. I saw someone slip something into it. Have the bartender pour it out. I’ll buy you another.”
The fellow who’d slipped her the mickey was making a move to the exit. I hustled after him, grabbed his arm and flattened him. Three bouncers immediately converged on me. I raised my arms.