Going out with June was like a dream. We got together once or twice a month and had a totally physical relationship. She worshiped my cock and exposed herself for my pleasure. We didn't love each other and didn't expect that. Our relationship was completely physical except for an occasional discussion of current events or sports or philosophy. There were no strings attached and when we were sated from our sexual activities we went our own ways until the next time we got together.
June seemed to get more hedonistic all the time. She had developed a fixation for her own pussy and had rigged up a mirror that enabled her to look at it while she masturbated. She also had acquired a collection of dildos and vibrators that she had me buy for her at the local adult bookstore. She had become adept at female ejaculation and could squirt if her G-spot and clit were properly stimulated. We were spending Saturday afternoon and evening together and as usual fucking and sucking were the main things on our agenda.
I shouldn't have been surprised that at about 7:00 PM June began to tell me of a desire she had that I had no idea about. I really should have known what was coming when she had me describe in explicit detail all of the visual, tactile and aromatic pleasures of eating pussy during one of our previous dates. She got incredibly excited at my description of how great it is to lick and bite a pussy and how thrilling it is to put your tongue far up a cunt hole.
She said she wanted to do a threesome with another woman and me and that she really wanted to get up close and personal with the woman. In all the time I knew her she had never let on that she had any bisexual tendencies but I was quite excited and turned on at the prospect of being able to watch her and another female act out her secret desire. Neither of us knew any ladies that we could just call up and hop in the sack with and so I flippantly suggested that we hire a hooker. She immediately agreed with me and within an hour we were prowling the bars at the various sleaze bag motels that seem to be everywhere in this certain stretch of Lincoln Ave. Places such as the Spa, the Diplomat, the Embassy and several others were fashionable several years ago when they were built, but no longer catered to the jet set.
We were a little early for the action to begin and so we had a couple drinks and waited for things to heat up. When we got to the Spa at about 9:00 PM there was a lady sitting at the bar who obviously was a whore. Don't ask me how I knew. It was real obvious. We sat at the bar and struck up a conversation with her and she introduced herself as Darlene.