I was on, yet, another trip to do my 'consulting' thing for my former employer. Hubby and I had moved to Phoenix for his job and my former bosses threw a ton of money at me to help them facilitate a smooth transition of the buy-out of a competitor, as well as train a new staff. It required that I fly back to Denver weekly with all expenses paid by the company.
The money was too good to refuse and, in truth, I'm a bit of a workaholic anyway. Hubby traveled in his job and with no kids at home, why not do the consultant gig?
Exactly, so I did...
The buy-out was three months done and the expected bumps in the road were, for the most part, ironed out. Ironed out to the point that I was able to leave the office early that Wednesday for some 'me' time away from the questions, the phones, etc. A rare event over the life of the merger, believe me!
I took a leisurely lunch and decided to do a bit of shopping. Well, looking mostly, just killing time, just enjoying the fact that twenty people didn't need my attention for a change. I was browsing through the casual section at a very 'tony', upscale, Women's Department Store when I heard Val's voice. Never a doubt about it being Val's voice with that honey-dripping, southern accent.
"Sugar? Is that really you?" Val called from two racks away.
She always called me "Sugar" or "Suge", short for 'Sugar-Britches', she said.
"Val? What a nice surprise."
It was a nice surprise. Val was my first bisexual experience when Hubby and I first entered the lifestyle known as "Swinging". Val's mouth dripped honey when she talked but not as much as when she buried her face in another woman's snatch.
"Suge, honey, I thought ya'll had moved."
I gave Val the short version of my consulting gig and before I knew it, we were down the street, sipping cocktails, at a hotel lounge that was nearby.
We got through the 'catching up' crap and had ordered our second drink when she tossed an idea out on the table for me to consider.
"I can't tell you how glad I am to see you again, Sugar, I've missed that fine twat of yours," Val said, smiling at me afterwards. Still smiling, she asked, "So, why haven't I heard from you?"
That explanation of the tremendous amount of work involved took much longer than I wanted but, in the end, she accepted the fact that I'd been a busy little beaver, no pun intended.
"How's your schedule tomorrow evening?" She asked, her hand slipping over mine, her fingers teasing my skin.
"Um, I don't think I've got anything planned," I managed to say despite the palpatations I was feeling from her touch.
Okay...I was okay until I felt her touch. Val has a wonderful, sensuality about her when she's feeling frisky. And she was my first cruise on Sapphic waters. And she had a 'way' of turning me to mush with a touch, a look...hell, truth be told, I always, later, would compare the taste of another woman's pussy when I was going down on her, to the taste of Val's. Most were great but none compared to Val.
Yes, when it came to Val, I was definitely 'pussy-whipped'.
"Wonderful," she continued, "You'll join Bob and I, and a few friends, for a little get together at our place. I'll pick you up at your hotel at 'six-ish', Okay?"
Bob was her husband...a nice enough guy with a boatload of family money, gentlemenly manners, and a thick dick.
Well, okay!, I thought to myself, finding myself immediately horny at the thought of what may be. Who was I kidding? I knew when I accepted the invite for a drink after running into Val that if the opportunity presented itself to bed Val, I would take it. That I would probably get to ride Bob's 'cockus-gigantis' was a bonus in my view.
The next day flew by for me as I made damned sure that there would be no need for me to stay late at the office. Showering at my hotel, I even managed to have some meaningful 'me' time with a wonderful orgasm under the warm water, my 'mind-movie' being that of my very first taste of Val's sweet pussy.
She pulled up in front of my hotel exactly at six, peeling out into traffic before I was buckled into my seatbelt.
"Turn your legs towards me," she said to me, her eyes never leaving the road.
I did as asked, parting them, slightly, when her hand slipped between my knees, her fingers slowly creeping up my thigh, and my pussy starting to throb in expectation.
"Mmmm, but that feels good, Suge," she slowly said when her finger slipped under my panties and found my 'little man'.
Oh yeah, did it ever feel good.
Opening my legs a bit more, I grasped her wrist with my hands, moving her finger until it was poised at the entrance to my love canal. Her eyes slipped to the side to glance at me as she slowly pentetrated me with her finger, slowly slipping it into me until her knuckle pressed against my pubic bone. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the car window and let her finger-fuck me as she drove us to her house.
"About tonight," she said as she fingered me, "there will be a few other people there and, well, I'm sure it'll wind up with people getting naked and fucking. You okay with that? I mean, without your guy and all that?"
I should have thought twice about my response. I should have had some moral ambiguity about attending a swinger's 'thing' without Hubby. I should have, but, I didn't.
"I'll fuck anybody you want me to," I said, and meaning it,"as long as I get some playtime with you."
"Oh Suge, don't you worry about that, I'm definitely going to have my face in your sweet pussy tonight, hear me?" She responded and with that response, I climaxed, my hands holding her wrist tightly, holding her finger in my pussy as I rubbed against it.
After I finished climaxing, she slipped her finger from my now-wet pussy and, sucking slowly, she licked my juices from it, smiling the whole time.
"Suge, we have about fifteen minutes before we get to the house," She said as I felt the front seat move backwards from her commnd to the power seat control, "think you'd like a taste before we get there?"
And lifting her ass, she pulled her dress up around her hips, exposing her naked pussy to me. Spreading her legs open as she drove, she said, "Come here baby, come say hello to momma."
Unbuckling my seatbelt, not caring if the world was watching on big screen TVs, I leaned over and dropped my head into her lap, my tongue finding her sweet-tasting snatch quickly. She placed her hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me deeper into her lap, my tongue feeling as if it died and went to heaven.
Eight minutes. Eight minutes is what it took for me to get her off.
"Now that's the way to begin a fun evening, Suge," Val said as she pulled into her driveway and then, into her garage. Leaning over after she had shut off the car, we kissed for a deliciously long time, our hands on each other's tits as we took turns in each other's mouth with our tongues.
"Later, after we've had some fun with the others, you and me, Suge, in our own private sixty-nine, okay?"
