I was thirty-five, single, never married, though close several times, five-feet-eleven standing up, seven-and-a-half inches lying down, so naturally, I was very popular with the ladies while on my back.
Evette was forty-seven, widowed, a very well-preserved five-feet-four, raven hair, with dark,smoldering 'fuck me' eyes. She dressed like a sophisticated slut on a regular basis, both in and out of the bedroom. To describe her as sexually insatiable would give undue comparable credit to all those truly sexually insatiable cougars running loose. Evette's sex drive was on a chart of its own somewhere in the stratosphere.
Yep, there was insatiable, and then there was Evette. I think the best way to summarize my relationship with Evette would be to say that I was somewhere in between her regular boyfriend and her most preferred and convenient 'friend with benefit'. She referred to me cavalierly as her favorite "CAT", an acronym for Cock and Tongue.
Evette had a very high profile and demanding job for a pharmaceutical company that resulted in frequent domestic and international travel, sometimes for weeks at a time. I held a position for a real estate development company as a construction project manager, and as such, I, too, traveled throughout the U.S. extensively.
One of the best of many good things about the relationship between Evette and myself (besides the fact that my cock was in her various orifices constantly, especially her ass, she LOVED anal like no other woman I've been with) was not only were we completely open with each other as far as other lovers, but we each got off on hearing about our respective carnal conquests while we were traveling.
Evette returned from San Antonio and narrated her escapade with two urban cowboys who had tag-teamed her, her first DP, as I fucked her savagely, wildly aroused from the thought of it. Two young Western studs pounding her hungry cunt and ass simultaneously in the bed of their pickup truck under the moonlight in a dusty tavern parking lot.
Conversely, I used to phone Evette when I had visitors to my own hotel room, and her favorite was the redheaded fifty-one-year-old former Hawaiian Tropic Model who we put on speaker phone while she yelled what she would do to Evette's own sopping cunt if she were her with us. (I kept that model's number, by the way, and that's worthy of a coming 'Lit' story, believe me.)
When I returned home from that particular trip, Evette volunteered to pick me up at the airport, and she did so wearing only a long winter coat, heels, garters, and a smile. During the few seconds my cock was not in Evette's mouth as I drove her car back to my home, she expressed her desire to take our antics to another level. She wanted a threesome. She wanted a woman, her first. She asked me what I thought about that idea in between sucks.
Shockingly, I thought it was a very good idea.
She went on to tell me that she had just the partner in mind for us. Her name was Lora, and she had recently started to work for Evette's company, yet in another regional office. Evette had recently met Lora at a conference, and they had become fast friends. Lora was unattached, but shared the same fanaticism for cock as Evette, apparently. Evette had told Lora all about her situation with me, including several photos of my cock that Evette kept saved on her cell phone, and Lora expressed envy and admiration at Evette's ability to harness such an impressive specimen.
During a break in our rousing 'welcome home' sex that night, which I spent buried deeply in either Evette's talented mouth, ravenous cunt, or gaping anus, Evette brought her laptop to the bed and punched the keys until she found a photo of Lora.
If there had been the slightest ambiguity on my part before that (and there wasn't), it would have been completely assuaged when I saw Lora's picture. Thirty-three, long honey blonde hair, green-brown eyes (a bewitchingly fetching combination) nearly six feet tall with disproportionately big and firm tits, and a bright smile that implied 'happy slut'. I expressed my enthusiasm as I encouraged Evette to suck my cock while I imagined it was Lora. The more I called out Lora's name while Evette moaned and slurped her way all over my cock, the more Evette got off herself.
I punctuated my approval by pulling my cock from Evette's lips just before I was about to burst, and shot my urgent streams of cum all over the image of Lora's face on Evette's laptop screen. Evette licked off the drips and drops that cascaded down Lora's bust line, and we had ourselves a plan. Now, it was time for the implementation of same.
We met Lora about two weeks later at a Sunday afternoon picnic held by Evette's company, but circumstances weren't set up so that we could act on it that particular day. Evette had a flight out of Newark to St. Louis later that evening, and Lora was accompanied by a younger jarhead who looked like he just got out of the casting for "Full Metal Jacket". Evette later asked Lora what she saw in the good sergeant, and Lora directly replied, "Over eight inches, just the boy toy of the week."
Though I didn't get the chance to really say anything else to Lora during the afternoon once the perfunctory introductions were made and small talk was concluded, I did not escape my attention that Lora even hotter in person, though she was attired in a loose fitting conservative top and black cotton pants, hiding what was no doubt a spectacular body.
We had to depart early from the function, it was my turn to drive Evette to the airport for her flight, for which I would be rewarded with Evette's now traditional oral gratuity.
Before we left, though, I had a brief window of opportunity to hatch a plan of my own while Evette was saying goodbye to a few co-workers and 'The Jarhead' was off getting his twenty-ninth Budweiser.
Lora saw me approaching and smiled that beaming smile. She headed me off at the verbal pass before I could speak. "I was hoping we'd get a chance to talk, John," she said happily. "I've heard so much about you."
I raised in eyebrow in mock trepidation. "All good, I hope?"
Lora licked her lips and it wasn't my imagination, her eyes made a slow descent down my torso, lingering at my crotch, and then up again. "Very, very good, in fact. It seems you two have a lot of fun." She paused, glancing downward once more. "And adventure. I like fun and adventure myself." She eyed me knowingly. This woman was a player. I like women who are players.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Sergeant Jarhead staring ominously in our direction as he did his best to drain the keg. I had to be succinct. "Um, speaking of, Lora, I'm thinking of throwing a small, little surprise party for Evette's birthday in a few weeks. Perhaps we could get together for some lunch and I could run my thoughts by you, and you could give me the woman's perspective?"
Lora, too, now saw Sarge marching towards us. "Let's do dinner instead, Evette is traveling this week, correct?" I nodded hastily. "How about Monday night at seven? Do you know where Kelly's in Doylestown is? I know it's a bit of a hike for you, but it's two blocks from my house, and I could come right over after work. Meet you there?"
I made my retreat just as Sgt. Hulka and his big toe arrived. "That's so nice of you to say, Lora, Evette would appreciate that, I'm sure." I nodded to the Marine cordially. "It was nice meeting you both, we've got to go now, though, take care."
Evette had taken inventory of the brief conversation between Lora and myself, and tried to coax the context out of me almost as soon as we got in the car and her head disappeared in my lap. Despite two separate blowjobs on the hour-long ride to Newark Airport, the only confession that Evette coerced from me was when she asked me, "You really liked her, didn't her?"
Oh, yeah, Evette, yes I did, you betcha.
"You've chosen wisely," was all I said, though, shooting in her mouth for the second time. Name, rank, and serial number, along with some cum, that's all you're getting out of me, baby. Little did Evette realize that I couldn't get the thought of my pending rendezvous with Lora the next evening, even as I was depositing my seed in Evette's always receptive mouth. I even jacked off on the solo ride home down the Garden State Parkway, such was my anticipation of the coming events, and all of the possibilities with the lovely Lora.
Seven o'clock Monday found me stationed in the corner of the bar at the nearly deserted Kelly's Irish Tavern, nursing a glass of lukewarm white wine, administered by a very disinterested bartender. His interest magically perked up when Lora walked through the double doors. I'd say you could have heard a pin drop, but you probably could have anyway.
Her golden hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail. In fact, everything about her was tight. Her pink button-down blouse that had three buttons opened, exposing the top of her surprisingly ample tits, pebble-like nipples bursting through the thin cotton material, and her designer jeans appeared to be virtually painted onto her thighs, displaying the hint of a prominent cameltoe peeking through the denim crotch. Instant hard-on for me.
I rose from my seat and pulled open the barstool next to me, and began my salutation as she walked towards me. "Hi, Lora, thanks for coming, you look gr.........."
My words caught in my mouth as Lora leaned into me, her firm breasts pushing into my own chest. I had expected her to give me a small peck on the cheek, but instead, imagine my surprise when she cradled the back of my head gently but firmly in her long, manicured fingers, and gave me a soft, slow, deep, smoky, sensual kiss that intensified the longer our lips interlocked, tongues beginning to dance and explore each other's mouths. The kiss lasted for perhaps twenty seconds, but it seemed like an eternity, and I reluctantly gasped for air when she finally released me. I was now irretrievably within her charms, it was the sexiest first kiss that I had ever experienced.
I have a premise that I believe is unassailable. Namely, a woman who can kiss like that is a practiced aficionado and true connoisseur of all oral arts. In the next few hours, Lora was about to further entrench that premise as incontestable, yet with a pleasant twist.
