Note: All characters in this story are over eighteen year old and their names may have been altered for privacy. The story was of an actual experience even though parts may have been compressed for space and time.
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It was a beautiful Florida Sunday morning and I was sitting on the patio sipping my coffee with a touch of Irish and reading the Tampa Times newspaper. As I opened the Society section I noticed a picture of a very attractive, dark haired woman whom I immediately recognized. Below the picture was an announcement that she had been selected as the new headmistress of an exclusive girl's school in Miami.
I immediately stopped and clipped out the announcement then put it in an envelope and addressed it to my ex-wife. I decided not to include a note or a return address just in case her husband should happen to see it. I had it ready to drop in the mail on my way to work on Monday.
A little more than two years earlier I was still married and my then wife, Marlene; for several years we had sometimes included others in our sexual activities. We did not see ourselves as swingers but I'm sure others who knew us probably did. We enjoyed the company of other interesting couples and singles, both males and females, in our adventures.
Before you ask, our open relationship had nothing to do with our divorce. It was because Marlene at age thirty-two began to feel her biological clock ticking and wanted desperately to have children; I did not. We continued to see each other occasionally after she remarried and had children.
One Friday evening we decided to have dinner at our favorite Greek restaurant in downtown Tampa then hit several bars to dance and unwind from a rather stressful week. As usual we rented a hotel room close by so we would not have to drive home late after too much to drink.
Once we were dressed to go out we engaged in a little ritual we always enjoyed before hitting the town-a quickie. Of course we didn't want to mess up Marlene's hair or make-up and we didn't want to get our clothes all disheveled so we would just have Marlene bend over the bed or dresser or, maybe, the desk or chair; I would pull the crotch of her panties aside and slip into her very warm and wet cunt. It was a quick and furious fuck ending with me dumping my load of semen deep inside her. We quickly readjusted the crotch of her panties then she would place my cum covered cock back in my pants. Marlene loved feeling warm semen ooze out of her and dry in her panties.
That Friday night was no different and during dinner she described the feeling of my cream leaking into her panties as we enjoyed our desert. The first bar we stopped at the music was louder than we liked so after a one drink we tried the next one. The music was soft jazz and just right to dance to and talk. We soon settled in and spent time on the dance floor moving our bodies together to the beat of the music.
When we returned to our semi-circle booth we noticed a very attractive, dark haired woman in her fifties sitting in the booth beside us. She was dressed in all black with a high collar blouse, and a single strand of pearls; she looked stunning. We smiled and greeted her as Marlene moved into our booth.
She spoke up, "You dance beautifully together. You must be newlyweds."
Marlene thanked her but assured her we were not quiet newlyweds. Before I moved into our booth I decided to see if her comment was just a friendly greeting or if possibly it was an opening for more conversation.
"We would be honored to have your join us for a drink."
She replied, "That would be wonderful but I would need complete discretion and anonymity. Is that possible?"
"Absolutely, we love intrigue and mystery." I said as I reached out my hand to her. She took my hand and moved from her booth to stand beside me. She was dressed in all black from the high collar blouse to the knee high, patent leather boots with about five inch heels; around her shoulders she wore a black and red silk shawl.
I guided her into our booth between Marlene and me; we sat close to each other.
She immediately commented, "I hope I'm not interrupting your evening. I don't want to be the one who makes three a crowd."
Marlene quickly replied, "We have often found that three can be an adventure."
Our new friend added, "I do love an adventure."
I ordered fresh drinks and we began to get acquainted, at least in the confines of discretion and anonymity.
I suggested, "Why don't we each tell a secret about ourselves that only we will know?"
Our new friend liked the idea and suggested Marlene go first. Marlene tried to decide what secret to reveal. She paused then began, "I love to have sex before going out for the evening so I can feel the semen ooze from me and into my panties to dry."
Our new friend was delighted to know Marlene's secret then turned to me. I chuckled then added, "After she has sex she puts my slimy dick back in my pants for someone else to clean off."
Our new friend chuckled the added, "Those are hard secrets to top. My secret is that I'm very bi-sexual and my panties are already very wet from listening to your secrets."
We continued discussing our secrets in detail. Marlene described our quickie before leaving our hotel room and our new friend told about watching us dance and how she became aroused just thinking about the possibilities.
We took turns dancing to some slow grinding tunes. I danced with my wife then with our new friend before Marlene and our new friend danced together. No one seemed to pay any attention to two beautiful women dancing together in a close embrace.
We were all sexually charged and wanting to carry our adventure to the next level. Our new friend suggested that she had an idea for a fantasy adventure and asked if we were up for something new. We readily agreed.
We walked a few blocks down a back street to a seedy hotel across the street from the bus station. I checked us into an upstairs room facing the street then we crossed the lobby of the once nice turn of the century hotel; the furniture was now worn and the carpets almost thread bear. The elevator was out of order so we took the stairs to the second floor room. Every step we took on the almost thread bare rug echoed down the hall.
We passed one room with an open door and observed a young woman in a cheap gown and stockings making a deal with her john. A few doors down we heard the passionate moans of lovers having sex on a squeaking bed.
We entered our room lit by the red glare from the neon HOTEL sign out front with a burned out O. The once elegant room was a stark contrast to its earlier days of glory. The bed was a metal tube framed full sized bed with a sagging mattress. There was a dresser and two night stands with burned places where others had left their lit cigarettes. There was also a desk and chair also stained by cigarette burns and an upholstered chair near the window. In one corner there was a bath with an old fashioned leg tub and in the opposite corner a small closet.
I opened the window to give us some fresh air and immediately heard the buzzing and popping sound of the neon sign as well as the buses across the street as they pulled in or departed from the station. The girls placed their pocketbooks on the dresser and moved to the bed.
Marlene lay on the squeaky bed and ran her arms over the pillows and mattress. "I wonder how many people have fucked on this bed, how many loads of semen have been dumped here?"
Our new friend joined her as I watched them wallow on the mattress where countless others had dumped their biological fluids. As they settled back on the pillows I moved onto the bed and straddled their inside legs. They looked up at me as I ran my hands up their skirts to their crotches and pressed the heel of each hand against their cunts; I felt them grind their pelvises against my hand. Our new friend took Marlene's hand into hers' and moved it to her lips.
I felt the heat and wetness of our new friend's cunt against the ball of my hand. I shifted my weight and hands toward her and ran both hands up her skirt to the waist band of her panties. Her panties were not the usual fitted panties but rather open leg panties or bloomers from the 1930s. She lifted her ass off the bed so I could slide them over her hips and down her stocking encased legs then over her boots. Once I slipped the silky material over her boots I raised them to my nose to inhale their scent then tossed them to Marlene to enjoy. Marlene too them into both hands and lifted them to her face.
I leaned forward and kissed our new friend's very hairy cunt framed by the arch of her garter belt and the tops of her stockings before moving to Marlene's panties. I slid them down her long shapely legs but instead of removing them off both feet I only removed one foot then twisted them around and put our new friend's booted foot in the other leg. I pulled them up one of Marlene's legs and one of our new friend's legs binding them together at the hip.
