Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 16:24:29 CDT From: Richard <mischief4rl@hotmail.com> Subject: Cindy, Chris and Richard - It's Never too Late Part 1: Prologue My wife and I are both in our late forties and our sex life has never been better. In fact, we recently took it to a whole new level. As our two children reached high school and then college and started living their own lives, Cindy and I put our newly found free time with the house all to ourselves to good use rebuilding the fire that had dwindled to a mere flicker. At first it was the frequency of our lovemaking that picked up. Nice dinners with ample libations at grownup restaurants were followed by nights of romantic sex by candle light. These sessions usually took place at home but occasionally we'd check into a hotel just to spice things up. Both of us started spending a lot more time thinking about sex. We started exchanging erotic emails signed with fictional names during the work day. I started sneaking home from the office occasionally at lunchtime to grab a quickie. It was as though we were two teenagers in love. As the quantity of our lovemaking increased, so did our desire for variety. While Cindy had always enjoyed receiving oral sex, for the first time, after more than twenty years, she became comfortable giving it as well. She also learned to deliver one mean hand job after reading an article about it in one of her woman's magazines. Butt play during intercourse and oral sex added some new sensations. We experimented on each other using old neckties to apply mild bondage and blindfolding. Our mutual trust and fascination with each other's creativity grew rapidly. Soon, we started shopping in local stores for exotic lingerie and on the internet for sex toys. We bought vibrating dildos, very large ones for her pussy and smaller ones for her ass and mine. We also purchased various size cock rings, ben wa balls, and loads of XXX rated DVDs. The more of this stuff we got, the hotter our lovemaking became. We never knew where we'd take things on any given night. However, all of this was just setting the stage for things to come. I had always known that I had a somewhat bisexual aspect to my makeup. I kept it hidden from everyone else and was never compelled to act on it but homoerotic stories and videos often fueled the fantasies that led to mind blowing orgasms while I masturbated or even while having sex with my wife. I enjoyed having my ass penetrated and Cindy was happy to oblige me with the vibrator. Sometimes this was a part of our foreplay but on a few occasions she took me completely to climax this way. When that happened, she got so turned on herself that it only took me a few seconds of licking or fingering her sopping wet pussy to get her off as well. It was the male to male sex itself that intrigued me. I never had urges to be romantic or form any kind of relationships with guys. Although I could appreciate and admire a handsome male body, nothing approached the electric tingling I got in my chest, down my spine, and in my groin when a hot babe passed by me. It had long been obvious to me that Cindy also had some fairly strong bisexual urges but her conservative small town Protestant upbringing made it impossible for her to admit these feeling to anyone, herself included. Certain of her behaviors, though, did not lie. Whenever I brought home a men's magazine, she would insist on viewing it with me. While looking at the pictorials her breathing would pick up a little, her skin would redden, and without her realizing it, her fingers would start wandering to her crotch, nipples, and mouth. After surveying a new issue with her, I'd reach under her skirt or up the leg of her shorts, knowing that I would find her panties completely soaked. Once I had removed or pulled them aside, I would insert three or four fingers into her. It was so wet in there you could actually hear gushing and squishing noises as I quickly brought her to an intense orgasm… back arched, thighs clamped around my hand like a vise, goose bumps all over, and trying to pull her own hard nipples right off of her chest. Occasionally, even during the cool years when the kids were young, Cindy would call me at work and ask me to pick up a Penthouse or Hustler on the way home "for later". A few times she even went out and bought her own copies to, as she put it, surprise me. Believe me, I enjoyed the surprises. In time, the magazines gave way to video tapes and DVDs but the effect on her was the same. We bought a lot of videos. We started with fairly straight stuff with occasional lesbian scenes. Cindy and I searched hard to find films starring actresses with natural breasts, small ones, large ones, and everything in between. We loved them all so long as they weren't those ridiculous looking implanted boobs which both of us found to be a major turn off. Over time, I began to steer our selections towards more lesbian and bisexually oriented material. Reviews on the web were really helpful here. Cindy just got wetter and wetter and I got harder and harder as we watched them together. She never commented on the change in themes but I could tell that she didn't object. Often, in public places, when she didn't think I was paying attention, I'd see her head swing around when some well built woman passed, just like mine would. As our sexual relationship with each other intensified, my wife's level of trust and security increased to the point where she was less guarded with her feelings. She became more overt, making comments such as "Look at the pair on that woman at the table to your left! Do you think they're real?" or "What a great ass!" as we walked behind some woman in a store. Now we routinely discuss what we find attractive about the bodies of various women we see in public and on television. Back then, Cindy had never really admitted that they turned her on, but it was an unspoken understanding between us. All the same, after twenty-two years of monogamous marriage, the idea of bringing someone else into our bed had still not crossed onto our radar screen as a practical possibility. But, that was about to change. On a Saturday night, about three months ago, Cindy and I were having dinner out at a very popular pasta restaurant near our home. The place had been crowded and we had to wait in the bar through two rounds of drinks before getting a table. The meal was great and we washed it down with a bottle of a good Chianti . We both had pleasant buzzes on when we exited the restaurant. It was located in a neighborhood near the interstate that had a large collection of medium to high priced restaurants and several good hotels. As we walked to our car on the lot, I noticed the valet parking attendant taking a car from some people entering the Gents Club directly across the street. I remarked, half jokingly to Cindy, "Hey! Why don't we go over there for some drinks and watch the show?" This upscale "gentlemen's" strip club had been located there for several years but, three years ago, when we would come here with the kids, it would have been all but invisible to us. A year ago, Cindy would have been much too inhibited to even consider going there and I wouldn't have bothered to ask. But that night… that night she squeezed my hand and said "I'd love to" with a naughty little grin on her face. We walked across the street to the door of the club. Since the restaurant was close to closing, leaving the car on its lot wouldn't be a problem. We were met at the door by a beautiful hostess in a short black dress who asked where we would like to sit. The place was large but fairly crowded. We selected an empty table in a rear corner where we could watch but maybe not be watched. Within a minute, a waitress came over to take our drink order. She was drop dead gorgeous, twenty-something, in a minidress with legs that seemed to go up to her arm pits, standing on high heel pumps. Her face was beautiful with bright green eyes, perfect teeth, bright red sensuous lips, and medium length blond hair. When she bent down to take our order, the top of her dress fell away to reveal small but perky breasts. Her speech was that of an educated, high class southern lady and her smile sent chills through me. No bimbo here. I made her for a graduate student, probably, at the nearby university. I ordered for both of us, scotch on the rocks for me, and a bourbon and seven for Cindy who seemed unable to speak. Cindy's eyes stayed locked onto the waitress' tits until she stood to leave the table. We sat back to take in the place. There were about fifty or sixty customers present, maybe six or eight women among them. However, all of the other women in the place were young. None appeared to be older than twenty-five or so and they were all with groups of boisterous guys and partying loudly with them. The show was stunning. Several girls were on the large stage at once and they were coming and going continuously as the announcer welcomed them by name and the music never stopped. It had almost the feel of a fashion show. One beautiful body after another was revealed as they performed their dances, shedding their gowns, then their undies until they were completely naked and moving with the music. They bent, twisted, rotated, and spread every way possible so that all of their lovely bodies could be seen and enjoyed by the audience. As we watched, we recognized our waitress as one of the dancers. Most of the dancers were natural knockouts with no apparent artificial ingredients. Their firm breasts were mostly average sized but a few girls had very large ones and a couple of others were almost boyishly flat. Nipples came in every variety from large protruding ones surrounded by three inch areolas to small flat ones with areolas no more than an inch across. Pussies were all closely trimmed but none were completely bare. Makeup was tasteful and smiles were radiant. There were no piercings except for a few belly buttons and absolutely no tattoos. Except for being naked, most of these ladies could have been just arrived from some sorority social or a beauty pagent's evening gown competition. There were a few surgically enhanced, giant busted, overly made- up slutty types but they were definitely the minority. Strangely, they seemed to be getting a lot of the tips though. We sat there for a time, thirty minutes or so, sipping our drinks and watching the strippers. I had grown quite a boner under the table watching these sexy women doing nasty things… fingering their slits, tugging and twisting their nipples, spreading their ass cheeks towards the audience. I didn't know what to make of Cindy though. She just sat there watching the show, glancing around at the various dancers with a half scowl half frown on her face, never saying a word. Suddenly she turned to me and exclaimed, "I want to leave! Now!" She got up and headed for the entrance. I quickly followed, not knowing what the problem could be. Was she angry at me for bringing her there? Was she jealous of all the lovely young bodies I was obviously enjoying? Was it the boorish behavior of the other men in the club? I just could not read her. Cindy didn't say a word as we hustled across the street back to our SUV on the restaurant's lot. I unlocked the doors with the key ring remote. She climbed into the passenger side and I the got into the driver's seat. Before I could get the key into the ignition, she reached over, pulled my face towards hers and put her tongue halfway down my throat. Surprised, I returned the kiss. I have a habit of placing the palm of my left hand on her right breast when we kiss in private. As I did that, I could feel a rock hard nipple pressing into my hand. She grabbed my wrist with her right hand and abruptly shoved it under her skirt to her crotch. Her nylon bikinis were soaked. She pulled the waistband with her other hand and stuck my hand inside and onto her pussy. Her well lubricated lips parted instantly. My middle finger slipped into her hole as the side of my index finger rubbed against her engorged clit. When she is about to come, Cindy's clit gets about the size of the last two joints of my little finger and just as hard, laying down near the top of her slit. In over twenty-two years, I'd never felt it as big or as hard as it was then. She started humping my hand while pinching my left nipple hard and never breaking the kiss. I rubbed in time with her furious thrusting. After no more that fifteen or twenty seconds, her body tensed, her breathing stopped, and she came and came and came. She remained rigid for several seconds, not breathing, with her eyes closed. Finally, her body relaxed, she exhaled deeply and opened her eyes. She looked at me as though she was kind of confused. My hand was still locked between her thighs in a pool of juices running down onto the leather seat. She released my hand and sat back in her seat, still saying nothing. I started the car and headed for home. I had driven for a few minutes when Cindy finally spoke. "I just realized something tonight, " she said. I listened intently. "I like girls. I like them a lot." It didn't surprise me, except to hear her saying it. I was at a loss for a response so, trying to lighten things up, I just said "Yeah! Me too." She laughed and smiled for the first time since entering the club. Part 2: Exploring New Interests A short time later we arrived at home. When we entered the house, Cindy led me by the hand in the darkness through the kitchen and into the game room. She stood me in front of the love seat. She proceeded to unbuckle my belt, unhook my pants, and then pull them and my underwear down to my ankles. I kicked off my shoes, socks, and pants while she unbuttoned and pulled my knit shirt off over my head then stripped herself completely. She bent down and placed her mouth over one of my nipples and started licking, sucking, and nibbling on it. My nipples are very sensitive and I have always enjoyed having them played with. I often tell Cindy that they are the remote control for my penis. That's no lie. My dick, which had stood at attention most of the night, was getting harder and harder and harder. Cindy pushed me down onto the love seat. I scooted forward and spread my knees. She squatted in front of me and reached down into her still wet pussy and withdrew a handful of juice which she smeared all over my cock with her right hand. She added some spit too. Then she got to her knees and placed her two big D-cup boobs on either side of it and started rubbing them up and down. I could see that her nipples were aroused again. She grabbed the base of my dick with her left hand, put her mouth over the bulging head and started licking the underside and slit while sucking on it. Then she removed her mouth and started stroking it with her right hand. She alternated between stroking and sucking for several minutes until she sensed my balls tightening up and me getting ready to blow. She pulled her face away from my cock, aimed it at her chest and continued stroking it rapidly until I erupted, spurting hot cum all over her large hanging breasts. Although Cindy had recently gotten into giving me blow jobs, nothing had ever approached this one. She was really in the zone tonight. She stood and rubbed some of the cum around on her breasts with her hands then tasted the finger tips on one hand. Next, she did something totally unexpected. With one hand she scraped a large gob of cum from between her boobs and smeared it on her pussy. Then she laid back across from me on the coffee table with her knees wide apart and separated her puffy swollen outer lips with her hands. Her entire slit was red and glistening with her juices and mine. Her pubes were coated with foam made from my cum. Her clitoris was big and swollen again. She stared pleadingly up into my eyes. "Eat me, baby! Please! Eat my cunt now." I was bewildered, wondering who was this person in my wife's body. Without hesitation I did what she asked. On a few past occasions, I'd tasted my own semen on her when I had orally finished her off after reaching my own climax. So the taste was not a put off. I flattened out my entire tongue and started at the bottom of her hole and slowly worked my way through it and up along her pussy, over her swollen clit and out. Then, as I went back down to start another pass, Cindy grabbed my head with both hands and pulled it up. She left no doubt about where she wanted my tongue. Her hands went back to holding herself wide open to me. "Ooooh baby, that feels so gooood!" she moaned. She had never called me baby before that night. I went to work on her clit. She started squirming and thrusting her pelvis at my face. "Fuck my pussy with your fingers," she pleaded. I inserted three fingers of my right hand and started pumping while never letting up with my tongue. Things went on this way for several minutes as her excitement level gradually increased. Suddenly she asked "Are you wet too? Tell me how wet you are." It was suddenly clear what was happening here. In her fantasy I was her lesbian lover. "I'm so wet it's running down my legs" I answered., getting into the role. We continued for a short time until I felt her clit harden some more and her squirming turned into bucking. It was time to pull her trigger. I stuck my left index finger all the way into her soaking wet ass hole and she exploded. Her body went rigid. Her thighs clamped around my head and her butt rose two inches off of the table. During all our years together, Cindy had never come twice in one night. Although we sometimes played for hours, once she reached her climax, she had never needed nor wanted to try for another one. Her desires were clearly changing before my eyes. The next morning I awoke to the aroma or fresh coffee and frying bacon. Having no idea what to expect, I pulled on some gym shorts and headed out to the kitchen. There was Cindy, dressed in a pair of Umbros and a tank top, putting finishing touches on a huge breakfast of eggs, bacon, fresh baked bread, and sliced melons. This was rare occurrence at our house. "Good morning" I said trying to get her attention.. She looked up, smiled radiantly, came over, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Looking admiringly into my eyes she said, "Thank you! Thank you for understanding so much." "Hey, I had a great time too", I answered, "You were one hot babe last night." "So were you" she retorted with a smirk then quickly added "Just kidding, Richard. But really, you were so good for me." I smiled and kissed her again, feeling really proud of myself. During the next several weeks I learned just how much things had changed for us. Our lovemaking took on a lot of variety and we did it much more frequently. Sometimes Cindy would go hetero and demand to be fucked by "my guy's big hard cock" (her words) or she would give me a tremendous blow job. At other times, I would play the roles of her fantasy lesbian lovers, doing and saying all the things she imagined they would do and say. On occasions, she would become the dominant lesbian and fuck my ass with her new strap on until I came like a slut. Ironically, while she was pretending that I was her submissive girlfriend, I, unknown to her, was fantasizing that she was my male lover. The newly added variety in our intimate relations created so much excitement that we could not get enough of sex or each other. It also brought us closer out of bed. It was like discovering that we shared the same hobby… scoping out hot women. Now we could openly discuss what turned us on or off about all the girls we came across in our day to day lives and the media. We constantly discussed what they would look like naked and what we'd like to do to them. We found that we had many similar tastes in women. We both loved any size tits so long as they were natural, didn't sag too much, and had suckable nipples. We favored somewhat muscular legs and butts with a bit of meat, not flab, on them. A little fleshiness around the waist and tummy turned us both on although narrow waists were alright too. In bushes we went for the extremes, either completely bare (as Cindy had started keeping her crotch) or really hairy. Little closely trimmed patches didn't do it for either one of us. By far, the biggest turnons for Cindy and me were women who made deliberate efforts to be sexy and were even just little bit trampy, especially if they were past thirty. They might be wearing tops that were just a tad too tight or necklines cut low enough to show some cleavage or that were loose enough to fall away and offer a peek at a nipple when they leaned forward. Their inappropriately short or slit skirts might reveal a garter strap under the right conditions. Their fingers, toes, and lips were painted bright red and their eyes were made up a little too much and their perfume applied a little too heavily. Then add sheer black nylon, worn anywhere. We spent a lot of time watching hard and soft porn videos together and picked our favorite performers. The men all seemed to be dumb, silly, and unappealing but some of the women were super sexy. Of everybody we watched, the soft porn actress Kira Reed was the one who consistently got us both hot and horny. Asia Carrera, before her boob job, was another favorite of ours. Watching these babes work always led us to some serious fucking. We returned frequently to the Gent's Club, the original scene of Cindy's transformation. We became regulars, usually on Tuesday and Wednesday nights when there would be no locals, certainly nobody we knew, in the place. On those nights, the after dinner crowd consisted mainly of out of town business people from the nearby hotels who got bonus entertainment watching my wife go to the edge of stage and place tips in the dancers' garters for up close and personal performances. The management appreciated Cindy and her response from the audience so much that they comped many of our drinks. Needless to say, after we spent a couple of hours at the club, the scene at home would be something else. We pretended that this girl or that one had come back with us to join in the fun. But, in reality, it was still just the two of us and our imaginations. We both knew that it was past time to bring some other partners home but we still had not figured out how to go about it... yet. During the next few week we talked a lot about how we might find suitable partners for converting our fantasies into reality. Discretion was a must. After years of serving on PTAs, church committees, as little league parents, band boosters, on the board of our country club, and in other such organizations, our circle of acquaintances bad become pretty wide and this wasn't that large of a city. And worse still, it was a fairly conservative community. To avoid disrupting our own and our children's lives, our sexual extracurriculars would have to be kept totally out of sight. We checked the personals in the local paper and found nothing that was remotely promising. Internet personals posted by individuals in our general area were somewhat better but not much. Many of them were from college students which we rejected because our son and daughter were both enrolled at the local university. It wouldn't do to find ourselves in bed with their friends or classmates. Many of the postings were from confirmed lesbians who had no interest at all in men. We rejected these because Cindy and I wanted to do this together. We also did not want to get involved with low class uneducated types that could leave us open to blackmail. Our town did not offer any high class call girl services or bordellos that we could find. We imagined that the best person to help us start our new explorations would be someone similar to ourselves. She would be close to us in age and economic status, bisexual, possibly married, and horny as hell. And, oh yeah, discrete too. As to how to meet this person, we didn't have a clue. We couldn't very well just start asking our friends. Our best option appeared to be establishing on-line relationships with likely candidates and then arranging meetings with them in other cities, possibly vacation resorts. We started work on this plan. Meanwhile, the answer to our desires showed up right here in our own backyard. On a Wednesday night after dinner, two weeks ago we again headed to the Gents Club for a couple of hours of charging up our libidos so we could go home let some sparks fly. We arrived around quarter to nine and took a table towards the rear as usual to sip our drinks and enjoy the scene. As we watched the dancers reveal and then shed their items of exotic lingerie, my hand couldn't help but wander under the table to Cindy's luscious thighs. She was wearing a cotton dress that was a size too tight and cut two inches too short to be proper. Underneath, I knew she would be wearing either some really sexy underwear or none at all but I didn't know exactly what because when we went to the Gents Club, she always dressed in private so as to surprise me later. Cindy's legs were in black nylon. I let my hand roam up the inside of her thigh until I could tell that her stockings were thigh high and fastened with straps from a garter belt. Several times while we were watching the show, her hand brushed past mine on its way to lightly, possibly even subconsciously, brush her womanhood. Once during the show, when a dancer was bending backwards and spreading her knees to show us her treasure, Cindy turned purposefully to me and ran her tongue over her lips, while staring into my eyes. She was letting me know where she wanted to put that tongue and seeking my permission to put it there. It was fortunate that she was touching her own crotch and not mine because if she had, my rock hard cock probably would have shot its load right there in my pants. Six people were seated at a table across the room from us that was closer to the stage. There were four guys and two women ranging in age from early twenties to early thirties, all dressed identically in black slacks and white knit golf shirts with some kind of company logo. They were consuming plenty of drinks, making lots of noise, cutting up, and having a great time. They cheered wildly at the dancers and took turns going to the stage with tips as the others encouraged them with whistles and cat calls. Even one of the women, a short petit blond, took turns amidst howls of approval from the four guys. The other woman, who was taller with short black hair, sat quietly, leaning back in her chair. Her right hand was wrapped around a glass of beer and her eyes were riveted to the stage. She said nothing and hardly even sipped her drink. We watched this group enjoy the show. It was hard not to because they kept drawing attention to themselves with their antics, all except the tall dark haired one with the beer. She just sat and stared and stared and stared, almost in a trance. Her boisterous companions didn't seem to notice, but we did. We could not stop watching her. At about ten, they all got up to leave. As she was rising from her chair, the tall one looked around and noticed Cindy staring at her. Their eyes locked for a couple of seconds, long enough for both women to know it was intentional. Then she turned to me, I had been staring at her too, and our eyes met. I flashed her a big nice- to-meet-you smile which she kind of acknowledged before returning her gaze to my wife. At this point, Cindy turned to look into my face then we both turned back towards the tall girl. However, by then she had her back to us and was heading to the entrance with the rest of her group. I gave Cindy's thigh a little squeeze but neither of us said anything as we returned to watching the show. We decided to stay a bit longer to see if a particular new dancer would make an appearance. She was young and had chalk white skin, a curly head of flaming red hair, and a matching bush that had been heating us both up lately. A few minutes later Cindy spoke up. "I know exactly how she feels," she said, motioning with her eyes towards the table the group had vacated. "She just found out something." "How could you know that?", I asked. "Trust me. I know!" she replied. At that exact moment we heard the hostess talking to someone at the entrance. We looked over and there she was, the tall dark haired women who had left a short time earlier. She was pointing at us as she spoke to the hostess. The hostess nodded and turned away as the woman walked directly to our table. The white golf shirt had been replaced by a loose fitting black sleeveless blouse over the same black slacks as before. The running shoes she and the rest of her group had worn earlier had given way to a pair of clunky black slides. As she walked towards us, her breasts bobbed freely under the blouse. When she arrived at our table she pulled out a chair and sat down. "I told her I was with you two," she said, gesturing towards the hostess with a roll of her eyes. "I hope you don't mind." "We don't mind at all," answered Cindy. Then she introduced us to our new guest. "I'm Cindy and this is my husband Richard. Glad you could join us." "Christine, very glad to be joining you. My family calls me Chrissie but most people just call me Chris. I was hoping you'd still be here," she said, smiling warmly and gazing first at Cindy and then at me with inquisitive eyes. "I was really enjoying the show when my coworkers decided to leave. You guys seemed to be into it too so I hoped I could watch some more of it with you." "We'd love to watch it with you," I said, placing more emphasis then I had intended on the word "love". I offered her a drink and she said a beer would be fine. We started making small talk. Cindy and I were both overly anxious at first but, gradually, we calmed down. Chris appeared to be totally at ease. Seen from up close, this big athletic woman was beautiful. She was about five ten, had large bright brown eyes, high cheekbones, a trace of freckles on her nose and wide confident smile. It took a conscious effort to avoid staring at her as she and Cindy started chatting like a pair of old friends. "I had to leave and walk back to the hotel with the rest of my crew," she told us. "After they left me at my room, I went in, changed out of uniform, and beat it back over here as fast as I could. There was no way I could tell them I wanted to stay when they were leaving." She explained that their company was exhibiting its product, medical office management software, at a trade show connected with a regional medical symposium. The meeting and show were being held at the hotel where they were staying. They had been standing booth duty, pitching their wares to doctors and clinic operators for the past two days and had one more day to go. Booth duty, she informed us, was totally exhausting and killed your feet. "We used to have to do it in business suits wearing heels," she said. "Thank God, the software business went completely casual about five years ago." Cindy and Chris started exchanging personal details as we continued watching the strippers do their thing. Cindy told her we lived nearby, how long we had been married, and that our kids were both now in college. Chris explained to us that she was single, twenty-eight, and the top sales person for her company. She had started with them in customer support right after graduating in human factors engineering. A year and a half later she became an applications trainer with a modest increase in salary and a huge increase in travel. Three years ago, she had moved into sales. Her travel schedule was still brutal but her compensation was now five times that of a trainer. She said her product was a good one and it just seemed to sell itself to everyone she showed it to. No wonder! With her personality, she could have sold me anything. "Oh my God!" Chris suddenly exclaimed, looking at the stage. The new dancer we had been waiting for had just appeared. The announcer welcomed her as Laurie. She pranced back and forth across the stage in a short emerald green sequined dress, on spike heels tossing her bright red mane from side to side as she made eye contact with audience members, including all three of us. Laurie danced for a while, showing off her long slender legs, teasingly lifting her skirt until her panty covered pubic triangle just peeked out and then letting it fall back down. Finally, she unzipped the back of the dress and let it fall from her body. We were struck by the contrast of black lace bra and panties against creamy white skin. She resembled a hand painted sepia tone photograph, black and white with certain features painted bright red… her hair, her lips and her nails. She continued her slow seductive dance this way. As she spread her knees while squatting or bent over to show us her rear, we could see the red pussy hairs sticking out around the crotch of her panties. She had our complete attention when she removed the bra and then wiggled out of her panties. This woman was gorgeous. Her breasts were small and pert. They were each about a hand full, beautifully curved on the underside with bright pink nipples jutting straight out. Her pussy was surrounded by a thick bush of flaming red hair and the puffy edges of her crack were as pink as her nipples. Her skin was pure alabaster without a blemish or bruise anywhere. As Laurie continued her routine, she spotted Cindy and Chris, locked eyes with them, and smiled broadly. As I turned to see how the girls were taking this, I noticed Chris' right hand rubbing the left cheek of my wife's ass. Cindy pretended not to notice but she was smiling too as her eyes followed the beautiful stripper. When Laurie's performance ended we all started breathing again. Chris now had her right little finger laying on the edge of Cindy's hand. Cindy and I turned towards her and could see her erect nipples pushing against the material of her blouse and the room was not the least bit cold. I spoke, "That's all I was waiting to see!" Then I asked "Chris, would you like to come over to our house for another drink or two?" I could hardly believe I'd said it. Cindy looked at me, shocked. For a second I thought she might object. Then she turned to Chris and added, "We'd really enjoy having you." We all laughed. Chris said "Show me the way," and we headed for our car. She followed us home and pulled in beside us in the carport. We entered the game room. Cindy lit a few candles and put on some soft jazz while I headed behind the bar and withdrew a bottle of chilled Chardonnay. "Is white wine okay with everyone?" I asked. It was. I picked up three stems and a corkscrew and headed over to the girls. Chris was on the love seat. Cindy was in a chair situated at right angles to her. I settled in beside our guest on the love seat, uncorked and poured the wine. The first glasses went down quickly and I poured more. We were all a little nervous and the girls had resumed chatting about their personal lives. We learned that Chris found it impossible to develop relationships while being on the road so much. She had a guy at home she went out with on occasions that required a date. They sometimes had sex but had never come close to getting serious about each other. She also told us that she had been in Catholic schools from kindergarten all the way through college and had never, ever been in a strip club before tonight. One of the guys in her group had suggested it during dinner and the others, not wanting to be prudes followed him there. The two women weren't about to be left out of this opportunity for company bonding. She said she hadn't thought she would enjoy it but she had not gotten this far in sales by being timid. She'd really had no idea what to expect. I poured us all some more wine then asked Chris about her software. She turned to me and immediately started telling me all about it. While we talked, I noticed my wife getting out of her chair and dropping her dress to the floor. Cindy wasn't interested in hearing about software. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows as if asking "Is this okay with you?" I nodded very slightly. Cindy stepped over to where we sat and stood directly in front of Chris. She lifted her right knee and placed it on the love seat between Chris' thighs against her pants covered crotch. Startled, Chris looked up just as Cindy bent down and kissed her lips. They kissed deeply for several seconds before Chris backed away. She eyed Cindy slowly up and down. I couldn't believe the scene. My wife was only one foot away from me, wearing only sheer black nylon panties, a matching bra, and black thigh high stockings held up by a lace garter belt. Her big hard nipples were poking out through the nylon bra even as her large boobs were almost spilling out of it. I could clearly make out her hairless pussy lips bulging out against the sheer panties. And she was seducing a beautiful twenty-something year old female stranger right in front of me. Chris smiled up at her. As they resumed kissing, she moved her hand to Cindy's breast. She touched it , tentatively, on the side at first, then started rubbing and squeezing all of it with her fingers and palm. While they were kissing, Cindy removed Chris' hand from her tit and placed it on her swollen pussy lips. Chris just kept it pressed there until Cindy pulled away and straightened up. Cindy reached down, grabbed the younger woman's blouse and lifted it off over her head revealing strong shoulders, a trim waist, and a beautiful set of tits, somewhere between B and C cup, very pale with a few freckles. This girl's nipples, were not as large as Cindy's but they were larger than average and fully erect. Without hesitation, Cindy bent down, kissed one nipple then sucked it gently into her mouth. "Oooooh!" Chris moaned softly. Cindy proceeded to work on that nipple lovingly with her lips, tongue, and teeth as Chris, her head thrown, back stared into space and continued her soft moaning. I was afraid to break the spell but I could not resist the urge to reach over and touch Chris' other breast. She turned to me with distant lust filled eyes, grabbed my hand and mashed it firmly against her breast. She started rubbing her breast hard with my hand. Then she let go of it and turned to look back down at Cindy working on her other tit. I kept rubbing and was surprised at how different she felt from my wife. Cindy's boobs were big, heavy, and soft. This one was smaller, very firm in my hand, and supported its own weight. The nipple, though, felt like a rock. Cindy straightened up again. She took Chris by the hands and stood her up from the love seat. Then she knelt down in front of the taller girl and unbuttoned the waist of her slacks. Even in the dim candle light, a large wet spot on the crotch of the black material was apparent. Cindy pulled the slacks down, uncovering a plain white pair of cotton panties that were soaked to transparency. The panties came down too. Chris stepped out of them and the pants and stood with her legs slightly apart. The younger woman's pubic patch was trimmed for a swim suit but covered with thick sopping wet black hair. Cindy reached between the legs with her right hand and moved it slowly from Chris' rear forward , over the opening, and up through the hair. She leaned towards Chris and placed a soft kiss on her belly just above the hairy patch. Then she started kissing her way down. "No! Stop!" Chris whispered, "Baby, there's something I need to do first." Cindy looked up, concerned. The naked girl pulled my wife up, wrapped her in a tight hug, and kissed her again. Then she said, "I've been waiting so long to taste you, and I can't wait any longer." She released Cindy from the hug, reached around behind her, unfastened her bra then slipped it off. Cindy's big D-cup boobs fell free and hung heavily. The younger woman lifted one with each hand and seemed surprised by the weight. She sighed, "Oh baby, I am so envious of you. All my life I've wanted a pair like these but it just didn't happen. At least now I can hold them." "Are you serious?", my wife asked in disbelief. "Your breasts are beautiful. They're so firm, so sexy. They're lovely." Chris moved behind my wife and wrapped her arms around to the front. She hoisted one of Cindy's boobs in each hand, held them, then started rubbing them with her palms. She leaned her head over Cindy's left shoulder and kissed her neck then cheek. I think Chris was imagining what Cindy's big breasts would feel like on her own chest. Cindy closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and seemed to really enjoy the massage, judging from the look on her face and the unprecedented size of her swollen nipples. Chris again moved in front. She bent down, and extended the tip of her tongue to one of Cindy's nipples. She traced all around the nipple, feeling its texture and shape, tasting it. Then she kissed it. She started kissing all around that breast, the other one, and the space between them. She wanted to taste and feel every bit of them. She moved back to Cindy's left breast, opened her mouth as wide as she could, and tried to put the whole thing in. However, no more than a third of it would fit. I had tried the same thing myself countless times with the same result but that didn't stop me from continuing to try it every chance I got. Chris eased Cindy's boob out of her mouth then started sucking ferociously on it like a starved baby. This was too much for me. My wife was standing, naked from the waist up, having her chest devoured by a naked much younger woman whose lovely ass was inches from my face. I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on one cheek but I don't think it was even noticed. I understood that I was merely a spectator here so I might as well enjoy it. I moved away from them, stood, undressed myself, poured another glass of wine, and settled into the chair Cindy had gotten out of. My free hand went to my raging hard on, just to fondle it a bit as I watched Cindy's adventure play itself out. A short time later, Chris released Cindy's nipple from her mouth. She then dropped to her knees in front of my wife. She gripped the sides of Cindy's nylon panties and pulled them down. Cindy stepped out of the panties then spread her stocking clad legs slightly apart. The lips of her hairless pussy were glistening, inches from the dark headed girl's face. Chris raised one hand and placed her long fingers against Cindy's wet snatch. Cindy let out a slight shudder as the middle finger instantly slipped inside of her. Chris began slowly rubbing up and down on Cindy's crack, the middle finger traveling in and out, in and out. Cindy reached down and took the girl's hand, removing it from her womanhood. "Come with me, Love," she whispered as she pulled the naked girl to her feet. She wrapped her arm around Chris' waist and led her off towards our bedroom. I watched from behind as the two women, the shorter heavier one in garter belt and stockings, the tall athletic one completely naked, headed towards the hallway, arm in arm. My emotions were totally confused. On the one hand, I was incredibly turned on and excited by what was going on. On the other, I was feeling a little jealous and left out. I was horny as hell for both of these desirable women. Just as they reached the doorway of the game room, Cindy stopped. She turned and looked over her shoulder at me and indicated for me to follow them with a motion of her face and eyes. I looked back, gesturing inquisitively, "Are you sure?" Chris was now looking at me too. She nodded slightly. I got up from the chair. Thank you God! They weren't shutting me out of the most exciting moment in my life. When we reached the bedroom, the girls climbed onto the king sized bed. I lit a few candles to set the mood and so that I would be able to watch these hot women making love to each other. I settled onto the futon across from the foot of the bed. I took a gulp of the wine and let my free hand return to my rock hard cock. Cindy laid down, her back to the mattress, pulled her knees up, and spread them wide. Chris didn't waste a second. She crawled up between Cindy's nylon clad thighs and buried her face in the older woman's pussy. Her tongue went to work. "Oh, baby! You taste soooo gooood," she moaned. "You are so juicy. I've waited so long to taste you." Cindy was in heaven. She instructed the eager youngster, "Yeah! That's it, love. Lick me there. Yeah. Your tongue feels soooo good. Keep that up." She gripped Chris' head by the sides and guided it against her crack. She squirmed under the probing tongue. "Put your fingers in me. Fuck me with your fingers." Chris inserted two of her long fingers into Cindy's sopping hole. "Does that feel good, baby?" "Yeah! Put more of them in. Fuck my hole with your fingers," Cindy instructed. Chris inserted two more fingers. At the time Cindy's slippery vagina could have probably swallowed the entire hand. "Okay, faster. Yeah! That's it love." Cindy was now bucking rhythmically in time to Chris's finger thrusts. "Oh baby! You are so hard!" Chris exclaimed as she continued working my wife's engorged clit with her tongue. Cindy had let go of Chris' head and was now pulling on her own nipples as she bucked wildly against the younger girl's face and hand. She turned her head and stared right at me. From experience, I knew what was coming. I let go of my own cock because it was about to blow too and I didn't want it to, yet. Cindy's ass lifted off the mattress. Her eyes and mouth clamped shut. Her breathing stopped and her thighs clamped around other girl's face as her climax took away all control. Her body went into a rigid spasm. It was almost a full minute before Cindy thighs released Chris face and settled back to the bed. Her eyes opened and she started breathing deeply. A contented smile covered her face. She pulled Chris up over her. Body to body, pussy to pussy, breasts to breasts, they kissed. Chris gazed into Cindy's smiling face and knew she had pleased the older woman. "That was so incredible love!" my wife exclaimed. "You were fantastic. Where did you learn to fuck a woman like that?" "You're my first," the girl answered. "I've never seen a pussy up close before. In my wildest dreams I never thought I'd be touching or eating one. And you were so good, baby. I've never enjoyed doing anything so much." They kissed some more. "Now it's your turn to relax and enjoy, love," Cindy told the younger woman as she rolled them both over so that she was now on top. She kissed the neck of her willing lover. Chris threw her head back, closed her eyes, and thrust out her chest, begging for more. Her small breasts flattened out but her nipples were large and erect. Cindy kissed them each in turn then nibbled at them playfully. She bit them lightly, eliciting sudden gasps of "Ouch" and "ooh" from the girl. Cindy sucked one of Chris' tits completely into her open mouth. It fit easily. She used her tongue to wet and massage the nipple and the entire thing while sucking against it gently. When Cindy finally released it from her mouth, Chris grabbed her head and moved it to the other breast. "Do this one too, baby," she pleaded. Cindy was happy to oblige her and, while she did, Chris' hand moved down and started lazily rubbing her own hairy snatch. Cindy finished the second breast then began to kiss and nibble her way down the younger woman's chest and belly, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her perfume. I quietly climbed onto the bed so I could get a better view of my wife getting her first ever taste of another woman. Cindy explored her new lover's navel with her tongue then continued kissing her way down to the thick black pubic bush below. When she reached it, she stopped kissing, buried her nose in the fur and inhaled deeply, drinking in the aroma of the girl's arousal. She ran her face down through the hair. Chris laid back, her eyes closed, seeming to savor every moment and every touch of my wife's lips. Suddenly, Cindy let out an audible gasp. I looked to see what had caused it. Worried, Chris asked, "What's wrong, baby? Is everything okay?" Cindy quickly reassured her, "Everything's fine, love. It's just that you are so beautiful and so sexy. I'm blown away." Cindy silently motioned me with her hand to move closer. As I did so, she gently parted the black hair to either side with her hands and then I saw what had startled her. Sticking out about a quarter of an inch from between Chris' swollen outer lips was her clitoris, like a pink jelly bean. Cindy and I looked at each other in silent amazement. She parted the outer lips to reveal the entire thing. It measured almost three quarters of an inch long and stood straight out. Neither of us had ever seen anything like it, not even in magazines or videos. Pretending that nothing was amiss, Cindy continued with her oral exploration of the younger woman's body. She traced the top of the slit and down the outer lips with her tongue, avoiding the clit. Then she nibbled and kissed the girl's inner thighs. She switched to the other thigh and made her way back up the outer lips. When she reached the top, she pulled her tongue away and moved it down to the wet hole where she inserted it as far as she could and started lapping up the girl's juices. "Oh baby, that is driving me crazy," Chris moaned softly. "Do me, please! Please do me, now!" she pleaded. "Don't worry, love," Cindy answered. "I'm gonna make you very happy. Just be patient." At these words, Cindy inserted two fingers into the girl's vagina and withdrew a portion of her honey. This she used to lubricate the huge erect clitoris. She ran her finger around and around its base then up and down its length. "Oh God! That's it!" shouted Chris, "That feels so good. Don't stop, please!" Unlike Cindy, this girl was very noisy during lovemaking. Cindy got up on her knees and elbows and extended her tongue to the glistening clit. She licked around it and up and down it. She covered it with her lips and sucked it softly as her tongue continued to stroke its tip. She inserted the two fingers back into Chris' love tunnel and began slowly plunging them in and out while continuing to attend orally to the unusual erotic center of her young lover's womanhood. While my wife lost herself in what she was doing, I started caressing her ample and desirable butt with my hands and mouth. Her own wet crack was bulging open between her legs and I ran my hand down through it, noticing that her love button was also erect. Her big boobs hung towards the bed and swung back and forth with her motions. Her nipples were huge and hard. I reached under her to tug at them and squeeze them, as I knew she enjoyed, while she went on pleasing her hot young lover. Cindy cocked her head in my direction and motioned with her eyes downward towards Chris' pussy. Not stopping her fingers, she lifted her face away from the erect clitoris. I took the hint and quickly took her place sucking and licking it being careful to be quiet and not touch the oblivious girl with my rough chin. It was unlike anything I had ever held in my mouth before. It was hard, about the size of one of Cindy's erect nipples but it was much smoother and anchored firmly in place rather than floating on a boob. Her taste was a little saltier than Cindy's and the aroma was stronger. After several seconds, I moved away and my wife quickly resumed her duties, flashing me a grin as she did so. I was overcome with love and admiration for Cindy. I moved back off of the bed and left the room so that the ladies could enjoy themselves in privacy. I was completely happy for my wife and her lover and no longer felt any jealousy or exclusion. I went out to fetch the wine and glasses. I poured myself some more and sat down on the carpet in the dark hallway outside the bedroom door. I leaned back against the wall, sipped the wine, and considered what to do about my own almost painful erection. >From inside the room, I heard Cindy speaking softly but could not make out what she was saying. I heard both women laugh. Then Chris started moaning. Some more unintelligible words from Cindy. Giggles from both women. Creaking sounds from the bed frame. More giggles from both then more moaning from our guest. The moaning gradually grew louder and louder. Suddenly, shouts coming from Chris, "What are you do…..." followed by "Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Oh God! Yeah, that's it, baby! Suck me! Suck me! Harder! Harder! Oh God! Oh god!" Then there was silence again. After several minutes, I heard the bed frame creaking again and more murmurs from the women. Then another sustained period of bed creaking. Then more silence. Finally, Cindy's voice called, "Richard... Richard... Where are you?" Chris joined in, "Richard... Come here. We have something for you." Not wanting to appear too eager or let them know I was camped right outside the door, I took my time responding. After a short wait, I grabbed the wine and glasses and walked back into the bedroom. My prick stood out like a flag pole. Cindy and Chris were sitting against the headboard of the bed, nestled against each other, smiling mischievously. Cindy no longer wore her stockings or garter belt. I poured wine for each of them. "Everything okay?" I asked. "Oh yeah! Everything is most definitely okay", Cindy replied, as she turned to see her lover nodding in agreement. They both giggled a little. Chris' hand was feeling up the inside of Cindy's naked thigh. "Come here, Richard" Cindy ordered. "We have something for you, something we can see you really need." The girls giggled some more. I climbed up onto the bed. Cindy pushed me down on my back. My cock was aimed at the ceiling. Cindy moved between my legs and quickly engulfed it with her mouth. She gripped it around the base and started giving me one of her expert blow jobs. Chris leaned in close to watch and started feeling up Cindy's ass and boobs, just as I had earlier. I was wondering if Cindy would offer Chris a taste of me as she had offered me a taste of Chris. As I tried to concentrate on the job Cindy was doing on my cock, Chris crawled up along side of my face. She started playing with my chest while watching Cindy work. Then she bent down and kissed me. I could smell my wife all over her face. She took one finger and inserted it into my mouth. I started sucking on it. Grinning, she spoke to me, "Cindy tells me you saw something before that you liked. Is that true?" I nodded in response. "Would you like to see more of it?" I nodded again. "Well ask." "Chris, would you show me your clit?" "I don't know. I don't show it to just anybody." "You showed it to Cindy." "Cindy is not just anybody. Cindy is very special," she answered. "How badly do you want to see it?" "Chris, would you please show me your gorgeous clit?" I revised my request. "Well, since you asked so nicely," she answered, "I'll let you see it." At that she climbed over me so that she was kneeling, her long thighs astride my neck and shoulders, facing me. Slowly, she parted the thick hair with her hands. She spread her lips and there it was, inches from my face. It had shrunken to about half of its earlier size but was still an imposing sight. Chris ran her index finger over it a few times, giving me a great show. Then she inched forward and lowered her pussy directly onto my face. I gave her entire bottom a couple of licks to locate my target then sucked her clit into my mouth. I began to suck on it and probe it with my tongue. As I did so, I could feel it growing and hardening again. "Oooh, you're almost as good at that as your wife." I wasn't quite sure how to take that remark but I was happy that I was pleasing her. I looked up at her face. She had closed her eyes. She started squirming around on my face. Cindy was increasing her tempo on my cock which had been patiently waiting its turn all night. I felt myself getting ready to erupt as Cindy's hands, lips, and tongue stroked my dick and I sucked on the outrageously large clitoris of her hot young lover. Soon I was about to come. My hips were thrusting to meet Cindy's strokes and my balls had tightened. At that exact moment Cindy let go of me and moved away. "What is she trying to do to me?" I thought. "Please, don't stop," I cried. "I can't wait any longer. I'm about to explode." "Well you'll just have to explode in my hot pussy, honey, because I intend to get some too." My wife straddled my legs, facing me. Then she squatted down while guiding my hard dick into her hole which was certainly hot, as she'd said. She started grinding her pussy around on my cock and I resumed thrusting. I was getting close again. Cindy leaned forward and grabbed both of Chris' tits from behind and started squeezing and rubbing them. She whispered something I couldn't hear into Chris' ear then gave her a light kiss on her neck. Chris nodded. Cindy was grinding my cock with her pussy. Chris was grinding my mouth with her pussy. Cindy was grinding Chris' breasts with her hands. Chris was rolling her head around, her eyes shut as though she was under a spell. I blew, big. I must have squirted seven or eight times as wave of euphoria passed through me. I felt like I was about to pass out. Both women climbed off of me. I was pretty useless to them at this point. Chris pushed Cindy down on her back and rolled her partly over onto her right side. Then she placed one of her thighs between my wife legs, pressed her hairy pussy against Cindy's bare one and started fucking her. Chris was pounding her pussy against my wife's. I couldn't actually see it but I had a clear mental picture of the younger woman's clit stroking Cindy's hot spot. Cindy started pulling on one of her own nipples with one hand and one of Chris' with the other. After no more than a minute, both women came, Cindy with her teeth clenched, her breathing stopped, her back arched and Chris hollering "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" over and over and over. We just laid there for a while. Nobody could speak. We drifted off to sleep, Cindy and I face to face with Chris spooned up against her backside, her hand resting lazily on Cindy's waist. In the morning Cindy woke me with her usual cup of coffee on my bed stand, letting me know it was time to get ready for work. I sat up and looked around. The naked dark headed girl was still sleeping on the other side of the bed. Chris walked over, gave her a shake and a light kiss on the cheek, and offered her a cup of coffee too. Cindy asked if she needed to get back to her hotel for the meeting. Chris checked the clock and said that yes, she did but there wasn't a big hurry. I sipped my coffee and headed for the shower. I really didn't know what to say so I left them to work it out. When I emerged from the bathroom the girls were still sitting on the bed talking. "Do you mind if I use your shower?" Chris asked. "I won't have much time to get ready when I get back to the hotel. I've got to check out this morning." "You can use it if you let me come with you," Cindy answered. "Baby, you have already come with me, three times I counted." They both laughed and they headed to the bathroom. I don't know what they were doing but they stayed in there until every last drop of hot water was gone. They came out, and dried each others bodies. I continued getting ready as Chris dried her hair, put on her makeup, and climbed back into the clothes she'd arrived in. I kissed Cindy goodbye. Chris came over and gave me a quick kiss too. As I left, I told Chris how much I had enjoyed meeting her and to come again. I told Cindy to call me later at work. I headed out to my car and left them. Cindy showed up at my office just before lunchtime and invited me out to eat. She couldn't wait to give me the details. Chris was leaving town but they had exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. She didn't come to our city more than once or twice a year and was rarely in her own town. They had promised to chat on line as often as possible. Then Cindy got serious. "Would you have a real problem with me arranging to visit her for a couple of days now and then?" she asked. "It would just be girl stuff, shopping, spa, dining out… you know," she continued nervously. "Yeah, I know," I replied with a sardonic grin on my face. "Well, what do you think?" she pleaded. "It would just be a couple of days, a weekend." "I think it's a really great idea," I answered, trying my best to hide my insecurities. "I think you two would have a fantastic time together." "Oh, I love you, Richard. Thank you. I knew you'd understand." Then she continued. "Chris had another idea. She has a couple of weeks of vacation coming up in a few months and she suggested that the three of us go somewhere together, a long cruise or maybe a resort island. I think she wants to get to know you better. Just imagine, a vacation for three." I was imagining, okay, and getting aroused while I did. I wanted to take Cindy home, get her naked, and start making vacation plans right then. However, I returned to work for the afternoon. After work that day, I wasted no time getting home and was not disappointed when Cindy met me at the door with a glass of wine, wearing only a smile. It's been this way almost every night for two weeks now. Cindy is busy picking out what to pack for her flight when she visits Chris the weekend after next. She's obsessing over what outfit to wear, which items of intimate apparel to pack, and what kind of toys to bring along. She's really nervous about making a good second impression on her young lover. We have also booked reservations at a Caribbean resort that has rustic secluded beach cottages to stay in but plenty to do within short jeep drives. Meanwhile, the planning keeps turning us both on so much, we're fucking almost constantly. My only problem now is figuring out how to spend the time and where to go while Cindy is away. With both sexes to pick from the possibilities should be endless but what I would really like to find now is a couple looking for a male to join them. I'm not sure where to start but I don't intend to be shy anymore. With any luck at all, there should be new installments of this story coming soon. Stay tuned.