Okay, I admit it...I was feeling 'frisky', but that wouldn't be right either.
Horny is the term that applies here.
I was on, yet, another trip to the city where hubby and I lived for several years. The city in which hubby and I began our other life as swingers. An other life that we both enjoyed and, at times, took advantage of when one or the other was away from our spouse.
That weekend, the weekend before this particular business trip for me, involved a sexually-charged two day party with friends that had all of us well-fucked and sucked by Monday morning. Surely, that would hold me until I returned from my trip.
Well, you would've thought so...and you'd been wrong, Sherlock.
By the end of business on Thursday, I could actually see daylight through my piles of paper on my desk.
"Want to grab a drink?" Tori said into my ear when I took her call in my office. Tori was a 'blast from the past' that spent many nights in hubby and I's bed.
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" I replied, rather smart-assedly.
"It's single-guys night at the club," she replied, "and I could use a stiff dick or three," laughing afterwards.
The 'club' was our old swingers haunt we belonged to when we lived here and, where, we still kept an active membership.
"Well, I don't know about that," I replied with a hint of smugness that I didn't know I possessed, "my weekend was fairly well filled with cock and cunt, but, I'll stay for one drink, for sure, to catch up with your life," I said.
"What happened to the Queen of Cock I so admired?" she chided.
Smiling to myself at the term she used for me so long ago, I replied, "Well, her brains got fucked out this past weekend and she's tired."
"Pick me up at my place and we'll blow a doobie before we go," she said, "Seven-ish?" she asked.
"Make it a fat-boy and I'm yours," I cheerfully replied.
"Done! See you at seven," ending the conversation.
I was a few minutes early but on the drive over I reconsidered my earlier statements about being tired. I don't know, maybe in the back of my mind, the thought of 'some strange' triggered my horny motor but, for whatever reason, when I got out of the car to walk to her doorstep, my little beaver was feeling a bit warm.
"Good to see you, Toots," she said as she hugged me, "get your fine ass in here and toke up with me."
And we did, we did that herb proud, getting marvelously stoned and eating the roach afterwards. And, as usual, when Tori and I got high, we got horny. And, as usual, I let Tori fondle and play with me as I drove us to the club. It was quite fun, actually, having her feel me up, rub on my little man, which, in turn, got my panties wet.
Sticking a finger into my snatch, under my dress, Tori gave me three or four quick strokes, lubricating her finger with my juices.
"Mmmmmm, oh sweetie, you taste simply mah-valous, my darling, just as you always did," she purred as she licked my juices from her finger, sucking , slowly and sensually, her eyes closed, her mouth smiling as she sucked.
"Glad you liked," I smilingly said as I pull into the parking lot of the club, "Or is it licked?", turning off the engine and looking at her.
Leaning over to me, we kissed for a deliciously long time, my tongue tasting my juices in her mouth.
"Bet I suck more cock than you," she teasingly said as she opened her door.
"Is that a fact?" I answered, "Or is that a challenge?"
"Both." she said, closing her door behind her.
In the past, on single-guys' night, the guys outnumbered the gals by two or three to one. This night proved no different. Settling in at the bar, we ordered our drinks while we both scanned the crowd. I saw two or three couples I knew from when we lived here, waving hi to those whose eyes locked with mine. Looking for a third to join them I thought to myself as I continued to look around.
Turning back to the bar, Tori was in conversation with a couple of guys a few stools down from us and, yes, we wound up with them at a booth within a few minutes.
Who ordered the Bacardi 151 and coke, I do not know, but, if their goal was to get us plastered, it worked. 151 is the devil's brew but Lordy, how I love the buzz it can give me in a short time.
Between the rum and the smoke, earlier, I was feeling no pain but definitely feeling the heat between my legs. So when Bob, or Tom, or whoever the hell it was, suggested that the four of us find a room, I was game, Boy, was I game.
The four of us did find a room and, at Tori's suggestion, the door was left opened, an unsaid invitation to join in whatever was going on in the room. If a door was closed, then it was 'private'.
We, the four of us, found our places on the bedding (the room was wall to wall with bedding)pairing off as we did so. My guy was very capable with his kisses and touches, getting me hot and hornier quickly as he took off my clothes, then his. Reaching down and running my hand down his belly, my hand found a very thick, stiff cock and as it throbbed in my hand, I sucked his tongue into my mouth. Kissing him hard, I stroked and stroked his hardness until the desire to taste him overpowered me.
Pushing him onto his back, I knelt between his legs, bent my head down and took him into my mouth and down my throat in one, swift motion. Slowly pulling his dick out of my mouth and throat, I sucked on him hard, my tongue tasting his precum as I did so.
I worked him slowly, taking my time, letting his climax build and build. And as I did so, I felt the movement on the bed of someone kneeling behind me. Didn't know, didn't care, especially when he sunk his dick deep into my pussy.
I love threesomes with two guys. There's nothing that feels as good as sucking on a cock as another one is fucking you doggy-style. Just as the guy in my mouth began to climax, the guy fucking me reached around and massaged my clit as he continued to fuck me hard. I came just as my mouth filled with warm cum, so much cum that it ran down my mouth to my chin and beyond. Sucking as much as possible as I rode my own orgasm, the second guy came, shoving his cock deep into me as he emptied his jism into my throbbing snatch.
