Tents Trailers Tits Condos Cunts Ch 25

HANK & HELEN .... DENNY & DOLLIE Game 15

Lookin into a Mirror

I've heard that somewhere we all have a twin. Helen looked more like Dollie than I looked like Hank. But this is not about physical looks. Read this and decide for yourself. Keep in mind I was 44 or 45 and Dollie 42 or 43. I believe both Helen and Hank were 42 when we met. We were different. We were alike!

Now that I look back, Hank was the smartest of the two of us. I'll try to stay with the basics or this really will become a book. Please remember it all happened 30 years ago, either 1984 or 1985. But it could have been yesterday.

Yes, many times I really did want to fuck Helen. And Hank wanted to fuck Dollie. We were only human and we often admitted it, the fucking part! I believe I could have fucked Helen if Dollie agreed to swap. But our friendship may have ended too. Because of stubborn Dollie I missed a lot of good pussy! I also got a lot more tits and finger fucking than on my own.

Notice the differences and the similarities. We'll begin when Helen and Hank were maybe twenty. Helen said she was fucking every guy with a prick that would fuck her. I'm sure if she looked anything like she did in her 40's that was a lot of them.

At this time Dollie wasn't fucking anyone but me. That was still true until May 2014. Hank said he was fucking anything in a skirt, including Helen. They fell in love and married. This part was just like me and Dollie, even the fucking part.

They did a little swapping and saw how most of the others were not really married or they divorced in a short time. I don't care what ya say about group sex or wife swapping, it's not a good way to keep a marriage together. Okay, it works for you.

Helen sat Hank down years ago and explained pretty much the same things Dollie and I used as our rules. If you love someone, kissing and intercourse are the ultimate way to show that love. We're not fucking anyone we don't love. They both changed and stopped fucking around. In their early 20's Hank and Helen began living by those rules.

I was a slow learner. I was still fucking everything I could get in the 80's. I may have even had a few later. But it was always with Dollie's consent and usually her help getting the pussy.

This is what's not fair. A woman can find a man to fuck her fairly easy. For me, I didn't want to spend a lot of time looking or use a prostitute. I depended on Dollie and her friends. You see, while Hank stopped fucking other women while in his mid 20's I continued into my 40's. But our other ideas and plans were the same. Finger fucking and feeling titties is just for fun.

Again I think it was Helen who read Hank the rules. "I love having men finger fuck me and fondle my titties. You love watching and doing the same with other gals. We want to make each other happy. So if we really do love each other we should be happy sharing my pussy with others."

Yep, pretty much how I explained it to Dollie in the 60's. You may not understand or agree with these ideas. Love is strange.

They still weren't exactly like us. Dollie has never gotten fingered without me watching. She actually only started doing it for my entertainment.

Helen was already a realtor and looking hot in her tight tops and mini skirts. When showing a home she was often being hit on, mostly by married men. Perfect. Helen didn't want a boyfriend. She just wanted fondled and fingered! This went on for years and they both were happy. After Helen was nearly raped and often had to fight off customers, she stopped playing finger dipping games on the job.

Here's where I got jealous. Hank was working part time at a small strip club for a friend. Hank was getting all of the young whores and dancing girls he wanted. His boss friend had rules for the constantly changing crew of strippers. No dating customers and no fucking on club property. He admitted, sometimes he broke club rules and fucked. But mostly he took them in a back room to finger and fondle.

When the strip club went up for sale Hank bought it from his friend. Now he had a never ending supply of finger fucking females always ready to serve.

Somehow, using his friend's no-fuck rules, and taking the lap dance theme to the next level, he had his girls playing his and Helen's finger fucking and fondling games with anyone with $10 to $20 and an hour's time. A cost Hank said that the working man could afford.

Of course Hank got all he wanted free from his employees. Most of the girls figured getting fingered was easier and more fun than standing on a stage being stared at by a bunch of old drunks.

Poor Helen was no longer getting any strange fingering and fondling. One of them decided that the club was often home to several horny old perverts who were always staring at Helen and making offers to go in the back room. Why not let Helen play there when she had free time? I suppose her and Hank discussed this. Maybe it just happened one evening.

For the past ten years or so both Helen and Hank were using the lap dance rooms for their own finger fucking games. Safe, and Helen was even getting paid for it. As a bonus one or more of the strippers would come in now and then to make sure Helen was safe.

An added bonus, Helen often got masturbated by one of those lesbian strippers. Helen made it clear she is no lesbian but being finger fucked by one now and then was exciting. Usually the old guy paying for the room enjoyed the extra gal too. All the while it was safe and partially legal.

Me, I was lucky if I could find a girl willing to let me fondle her. Back then Dollie always had something to do with it. Dollie enjoyed watching me fondle and fuck other women so this always worked out well.

Still, we dreamed of a married couple just to swap for masturbation and cuddling. Every time we found the ideal couple, one or the other wanted to swap and fuck. We spent much of our lives while playing our games in search of that one special couple with the same values and ideas as us. They didn't exist!

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THE DID EXIST! Hank and Helen part two.

Too short for a stand alone story. Yet I wanted to share these bits of information.

Was it karma or that kinky angel of mine? We'd met a boy, too young, 20 year old Mikey. Not the dumbest thing we'd done! This lead us to meeting some of his barely legal friends. Not a smart move! Next it was something totally uncalled for and shocking, teasing two older Mexican guys in a public diner along with those boys, eager to learn about sex. Admittedly a stupid move! I'm blaming that angel!

Because Dollie was loving those young fingers in her cunt we had a dilemma. With too many young guys, we realized we'd been taking too many chances in public. Before this time, and most of our lives, we played our games with men our ages or much older, usually with a way out or others nearby to call for help.

Dollie was loving this change to horny young men. In our mid 40's these were kids, legal age, yet kids! Still we tried to keep within our own personal legal age limit, 21 and over. Mikey actually looked older than a couple of his 22 year old friends.

It would take years and lots of begging to get Dollie to try some of my crazy fantasy games. Once she tried she'd be addicted. Dollie wanted to meet those boys again to play! Thanks to those two 60 plus year old Mexican men we ended up at Hank's Strip Club. Ironically this was the same parking lot we once fooled around in a cab, some of our wildest games back then. Was there another reason to go to that run down strip club?

Hank and Helen had looked for years for their dream couple. Somewhere there was someone they could trust to finger fuck Helen and fondle her tits without ending up wanting to fuck. Of course they were searching for the same kind of partner for Hank.

For them, owning a small strip club was perfect. At least they had a supply of partners most anytime they wanted them. Still they were missing the security and friendship we'd been looking for. For us it was like fishing. Even a bad day could be fun. But we wanted a friendly permanent couple we could trust too.

Finding that special couple seemed like a simple task. But it wasn't such a simple thing to do. We'd all met and dated the perfect couples repeatedly. It always ended up in arguments and sneaky attempts to fuck.

Dollie and I had given up long ago. We were perfectly happy just playing our tit games and taking that rare opportunity to play our finger fucking games with random strangers.

Until the 80's, success in finding those temporary pussy playing playmates didn't happen often. Even now when it did we were taking a great risk in Dollie being raped or us being arrested.

With luck, the past few vacations were unreal. It just seemed like Dollie was wearing a sign 'finger me.' Most likely it was what she wasn't wearing that worked. Which brings us back to too many guys and no place to play.

Yes, Hank and Helen, Dollie and Denny finally found the ideal partners. The only problem, we were 200 miles apart. We'd stayed with Helen and Hank or camped at the RV park nearby many times from about 1984 to maybe summer 1987, keeping in touch by letters and phone.