How did we ever live without them? It is now about six months after I met Bonnie and Clyde for the first time. That day my hubbie was working and I first thought I wouldn't be able to make it to the diner next to the motel because I didn't have the car. At the last minute I was able to convince Peter, an ex-lover of mine to drive me. I think Peter still has the hots for me although we haven't had sex in … well, a while. Why do I think that he still has the hots for me? Well, it is almost an regular occurrence that I hear him breathing as if he has asthma when we talk on the phone. What do we talk about? Well, I guess, you know that already.
Where was I? Oh yes, I had to promise Peter that he would get to shoot his load and get off in person, with me watching him, if he would drive. After I told him that he was over at my house in no time. I have known Peter for years, but the couple I was supposed to meet I knew only from Literotica and a couple of hot IM-sessions. Me and hubby have used the computer for years to enrich our sex life. Unfortunately we have made the experience that most people we meet online never come through … or they don't turn out to be the people they seemed online and in their stories … or the women have a last minute change of hearts … or they live a $600-plane ticket away.
Now it has been six months since that initial meeting with Bonnie and Clyde. I don't have to get a ride to some seedy motel in Albany anymore, because they have become good and trusted friends. Like everybody we have busy schedules, but unlike most people we manage to fit some hot times in our tight schedules. Peter isn't needed anymore as a driver, but sometimes he begs me so hard on the phone, that I show mercy and allow him to come over.
On these occasions he is not supposed to say a word and naturally he is not allowed to participate either. But I like to be watched, especially by people getting off while they watch us. Peter usually strips before I have to tell him so.
I kick his jeans and boots in a dusty corner of the room, he kneels down in front of the pipe near the window and I quickly chain him with some padded handcuffs to the pipe. His dick is usually standing straight up when I'm still dressed and long before Bonnie and Clyde arrive. I like it that he can't touch himself at all and I doubt that he would be able to get himself off just by thrusting his body into hot air. I have a little bit of a sadistic streak and I like to control people, especially somebody like Peter who is really asking for it. We usually don't pay any attention to him while we got at it.
Bonnie, Clyde, me and sometimes hubby or one of my female friends get together when we're overflowing with plans and kinky scenarios. Especially Bonnie, Clyde and me – we are really the articulate ones in the group who are gifted with an extraordinary imagination. I mean, if I read these guys stories I get the feeling that they are doing nothing but fantasizing about sex all the time. I still haven't figured out what these guys do for a living and some questions better remain unasked, but they might have the same feeling about me when they read my stories. Oh I forget about Peter again. We're actually not paying any attention to him most of the time and he just kneels naked and handcuffed with his raging hard-on on the living room floor. Sometimes I jerk him off after an especially good session. But I never use my hands to do that. I just rub his prick with my feet and smear his pre-cum with my big toe around his dickhead which pushes him over the edge. When he finally comes he lets out a scream of disbelief because he has been waiting for relief for so long. This little scream usually hits me right between my legs on my clit and it's just delicious when he shoots these long spurts of sperm while pulling on the handcuffs.
But I'm get a little sidetracked here. You wanted to hear about us – that is: me, Bonnie and Clyde. I don't believe that these are their real names, I mean: Bonnie and Clyde! Wouldn't that be some kind of coincidence! I never had any problems with calling myself Mary. I mean, otherwise I wouldn't know whom they meant when they scream my name in the agonies of their orgasms. But I think they have to be careful because of the nature of the work they do. That's fine with me as long as they are reliable and trustworthy and as long as I can get them any time I want.
Bonnie was a little shy at first which I didn't mind at all. Her tongue was really cautious when we kissed each other the first time. I gave her a little time, but then I simply pulled her panties and her slacks off in one fell swoop. Her pussy lips are kind of dark on the outside, but very pink on the inside and much smaller than mine. At least that's what they tell me, LOL. I gave Bonnie's pussy a good, gentle long lick. By the time I had found her clit, she really exploded as if lightning had struck her. That was a great turn on and I have learned to use that. When I feel a little malicious, I lick and linger on her pussy lips for a long time, because I even touch her clit. Sometimes Clyde is behind me and presses his stiff dick against my ass cheeks while he reaches around with his arm and rubs my clit. At those times it's as if we torture her together with lust. I especially like that Clyde and me are getting off together while we're withholding it from Bonnie till she screams. I like it when she screams my name. It's a lot of fun to get her so hot that she tries everything to get her off. First she begs and whispers how much she likes my body, especially my breasts. Then she gets impatient and curses: "Mary, fuck me. Why don't you fuck me already! I really need it. I need it so badly! I have been fantasizing about you. I can't wait any longer. Don't torture me!"
