Sarah and Robin

First, a little about me. As i write this I am a sixty-three year old, still sexually active, bi, very submissive woman. When this bi- submissive adventure started I was a 35 year old straight housewife and business consultant living with a loving husband. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall of course. Some things have moved around a bit, what were 36 Cs are now 38 Ds. I was, I thought, a perfect 36-24-39 now I'm a perfect 38-28-42. At the beginning I had black hair everywhere, now gray, almost white, hair and only on my head. I am gifted with green eyes.

I have moved to North Carolina and met what I hope is a new love, Sarah. Read about our start in "Sarah and Robin Part 1."

This story is a continuation of Sarah and Robin Part 6.

...She saw the necklace that signaled I was Sarahs woman the moment I walked into her office but tonight I was hers.

Pamela demanded much more sexually than Sarah ever did. Unlike Sarah, for Pamela it was all about dominant sex and not so much about mind or emotion control.

When I received the call that Sarah was returning and decided to stay I told Pamela. When I told her she just smiled, she already knew. I wanted so badly to know about the connection between Sarah and Pamela. I would learn later but not soon enough.

When I got the call, I unpacked and decided to stay and hope for the best. I cleaned the house. Friday, Sarahs return, was only a few days away and I hoped to get some answers, any answers, to why Sarah left and where she went.

Wednesday, two days away Pamela called. She asked me to join her that evening for drinks at the Hilton at 7:00. I dressed as she suggested, in my "little black dress", hoped I would please her and waited in the lobby as she told me to. I saw her as she entered the building with a handsome white man. Both were dressed rather well for an evening out. They approached me and Pamela introduced Charles as a visiting business man from Philadelphia.

I said hello and he took my hand and kissed my cheek. I remember him saying I smelled wonderful. We went into the bar found a table and ordered drinks. Pamela excused herself and she and I went to the ladies room. She told me that Charles was a very important client and she wanted us "both" to make a very good impression on him. Her meaning was clear. I am such a slut I actually said: "Yes Ma'am, I understand." We returned to the bar where he stood and pulled out my chair next to him and a chair for Pamela on the other side. The drinks arrived and we chatted about lots of things but nothing special.

As we talked I was looking at Pamela, particularly her facial expressions. It was dark in the bar so unless you were at our table you would never know what was going on. When she closed her eyes for a long moment I noticed his left hand and arm on Pamelas side of the table were in his lap or under the table. She opened her eyes looked him in the eyes and smiled. He returned the smile. The hand and arm were back on the table. As he raised his hand to his face I thought I saw him smelling his fingers.

As he moved his right hand and arm under the table I knew what was going to happen and I was not wrong. I first felt his hand on my knee. He pushed pulled my dress up until his hand was on my thigh. I looked at him and not by accident smiled my approval. As Pamela had told me I was not wearing pantyhose. It was amazing to see the conversation continue as though nothing was happening. I was sure he had just put his finger in Pamela and we were chatting on and on. Then I knew he had fingered her because as he pushed my thong aside he was doing me. Hard to imaging this could have happened if it were not dark and if we were not all willing participants playing his game. As he fingered me I smiled my approval while looking in his eyes. He smiled back as he smelled his hand. He leaned toward me and whispered: "As I told you earlier, you smell wonderful." He looked at Pamela and asked: "Shall we leave?"

As we left the bar and headed to the elevator I remember thinking I was about to have sex with a man I did not know and would likely never see again because Pamela demanded it. As we entered the elevator Pamela grasped my hand and squeezed it as if to say "good girl." I squeezed her hand back.

Pamela had the key to the suite. As we entered she turned on soft music. I went to the balcony windows and looked out at the night sky. Pamela asked him if she should return in a few hours. He replied that she should stay. As I turned I saw her smile and nod yes.

I walked to the bed and sat on the edge. He smiled and motioned for Pamela to approach him. When she did he turned her facing away from him and unbuttoned her skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she was naked beneath. He turned, put his hands on my shoulders, and sort of pulled me into a standing position. He turned me as well facing away from him and unzipped my dress. As it fell to the floor he unhooked my bra turned me facing him and took my bra off. I was naked except for my thong, he smiled. He touched one of my breasts, his finger circling my nipple. He reached down and removed my thong running his hand between my legs. He turned to Pamela, unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra. Pamelas breasts were amazing and he could not resist. He reached out and fondled them pinching the nipples. As he touched her I found myself getting aroused. I wanted to watch them together.

Pamela did not disappoint me as she stepped forward and signaled for me to do the same. She took his jacket and put it on the chair, then his tie and shirt. As she held and kissed him I unbuckled his belt and removed his pants. I watched and as Pamela pushed her hand into his white boxer shorts and I pulled them down.

I was not disappointed. My husband Jeff is well equipped with a cut 7 inches. Charles was uncut and 7 inches even just semi hard.

Pamela pushed him onto the bed all the while kissing him. I joined them on the bed and started kissing his cock. He was about to get the best blow job he had ever had. I'm not bragging when I say I am good at that. I have completely killed my gag reflex so I can take one deep into my throat over and over. Charles cock would be a challenge because as he got hard I saw he was at least 8 - 8 1/2 inches and very thick. As I held it and kissed it Pamela joined me. She was holding his legs apart exposing his cock, balls and asshole to anything we wanted. I pulled the foreskin back as I put the head in my mouth. I smelled and tasted of piss but I pushed past the smell. As I mouthed the head Pamela was licking his balls and rimming him.

As Charles reached down to touch me I shifted position to give him a better view and taste if he wanted it. We were in a me on top 69 as he buried his face into my pussy.

Before we left at dawn he had fucked us both in both holes and had us put on a girl on girl show for him. I was on the pill at that time and not worried about getting pregnant but his last act was to cum bareback inside Pamela. I was watching them fuck, close up rimming his ass watching his big cock slide in and out of her pink slit when I saw his balls clench. I could actually see the pulse of cum running from his balls into his cock pulse after pulse with creamy overflow dripping from her slit. This guy had not cum in a long time and filled her up.

She told me later she had stopped birth control months before and didn't think he would be stupid enough to cum in her. Oops.

Next Sarah returns