This is the second part of the Charley and Trish saga where Trish's husband, Rick, arranged for Charley to visit them for a weekend with Trish getting resolution to their close teenage friendship. Rick booked the hotel room for them the first night, and it was successful for both Trish and Charley. Meanwhile, Rick and Trish's new friend, Sherri, was keeping Rick company in her special way. This chapter starts with Rick and Sherri, followed later by Trish and Charley.
Thanks to Red Islander for outstanding editing, eliminating confusion and wandering thoughts to allow directness in the story.
Rick From Part One:
Salads were served; dinner followed, and Sherri and I chatted through the entire meal. I discovered she had inherited money from her parents and only worked at the store to socialize, and she learned who Charley was. As we ate, she would reach over and rub my leg when she spoke. I knew from the way her touch progressed that she wasn't looking for a platonic evening. After a little while, I returned the favor and began rubbing her leg. She had fantastic legs and wore no hosiery at all. She didn't need to.
We finished dinner and passed on dessert. As we prepared to leave, I received a text from Trish. "Dinner was great. Going dancing but not for long. I'll be disappointed if we don't have stories to swap after this is over." Then a second text came through. "Don't disappoint me. I love you!"
"Is everything okay?" Sherri asked.
"Yes. It was Trish pushing the setup," I laughed, and after a moment, Sherri did also.
"Come on," she said excitedly. "Let's do this slowly. We'll go back to my place and take our time."
"That sounds great, Sherri." I extended my arm to her as we walked out together to her car and drove to her house.
Trish From Part One:
I held Charley tight, not letting him slip out of me yet. "So good, Charley. I'm glad we could get back together after all these years."
"I am, too, Trish. You are more woman than I ever imagined. I love your sassiness most of all!" We both laughed. "I admire your marriage and your husband who loves you so much he allowed...no, he set this up to happen."
"Thank you, Charley. Rick encouraged me to be everything you could want so this weekend would be something we all would remember for the rest of our lives. Now you've creamed my mouth, my ass, and two of my three holes. You've eaten me to several climaxes, and fucked my cunt, but you haven't left a cream pie there yet. Take a picture of my ass leaking your cream, and I'll send it to Rick; then, let's sleep. Look at the clock; it's after 1:00 AM. We need rest. We'll get up early, have breakfast, and you can complete the assignment by filling my cunt with your baby batter."
Charley took three shots of my ass, and I sent the best one to Rick with a goodnight note. I turned to Charley. "Goodnight, lover." I kissed him passionately. He spooned me as I rolled to my side, holding my right breast in his hand.
"Good night, sweet Trish," he said.
We drifted off to sleep with smiles on our faces.
On to Part Two...
Rick
After a short drive to Sherri's home, we walked in, and she showed me to her well-stocked bar. Sherri asked if I could mix a strong and dirty vodka martini for her while she changed into evening clothes.
"Of course," I said as I moved behind the bar, pulled out the vodka and vermouth then I reached into the small fridge for olive juice and olives. She had the finest vodka available and luscious queen-size olives. I was more impressed by the minute. Two doubles of vodka, a half ounce of vermouth, two splashes plus a bit more olive juice shaken with ice, strained into two martini glasses and topped with two olives each, and the martinis were ready as Sherri came into the room.
"I hope I got this right for you," I said as I handed her one of the glasses.
Her eyes sparkled as she raised her glass to mine., "Here's to new friends, old friends," she said, "and new and renewed relationships."
I responded, "To lasting friendships. May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty."
Sherri paused, considering my response, and looked at me thoughtfully as we tipped our glasses for the first sip. I hoped I wouldn't come to regret my toast given in response to hers.
"Oh!" exclaimed Sherri. "This is exceptionally good. What's different?"
I explained, "It's hard to mess with a martini very much. In addition to your great choice of vodka and a little extra of it, I added a touch more olive juice. The saltiness adds a nice touch, doesn't it?"
She smiled. "It does. Salty being the operative word here. Let's see what other salty things we may encounter this evening." She smiled again as she moved towards the couch.
She carries herself so well
, I thought as I watched her walk across the room in the turquoise silk kimono she wore.
She almost flows as she walks
. She sat on the couch and patted the cushion indicating she wanted me there. Sherri was in her home, in control, and I wanted to see how she played this out.
She's a class act, and I want to be part of it.
I sat next to her and put one arm across her shoulders to pull her closer. She used a remote to turn off the regular lights, turn on the warm ambient light, and set soft instrumental jazz playing on her sound system. She smiled as she looked into my eyes. I leaned in and kissed her warmly.
"You do know how to properly invite a man in and set the mood, My Lady," I stated quietly to not destroy the mood being set.
She smiled. "It has to be the right man, and I firmly believe you measure up to that requirement, sir."
In my best South Texas twang, I answered, "Why thank you, ma'am. I'm right glad you think so." We both chuckled at the attempted accent and went into another deep kiss.
As she pulled away, Sherri asked, "May I ask a personal question?"
"Of course," I replied.
"What do you think Trish is doing right now, and how are you managing that?"
I thought for a moment and said, "I hope things are moving as quickly for her and Charley as they are for you and me. This isn't our first time sharing. I trust Trish completely, even though this is most likely the most emotionally involved she has ever been in our sharing life." I paused. Sherri looked at me, waiting for me to continue.
"Whether I will be able to trust Charley is to be determined. I know emotionally and from experience that after this event is done, Trish will be home with me, in our bed, fucking my brains out. I hope she is doing that to Charley as we speak, and he is returning that in kind. I love Trish. I'm still IN LOVE with her every day. I want her to be happy. I never want her to leave this life with regrets over something she could have done but didn't. She's never said so, but I believe she wants the same for me. We have many friends from our time together. Some of those friends are 'sharing friends.' Others know nothing of that life. This evening is special for me, Sherri. I hope it is for you. Trish and I both like you - a lot. We would love to become fast friends in a lasting relationship with you." It was my turn to pause and look directly into Sherri's eyes. "So, how am I handling it?"
Sherri was quiet for a few moments. She looked into my eyes, with her beautiful smile, and said, "It seems you're handling it very well. You both know what the other is doing, you want one another to be happy, you come back together when it's over, and you are both still in love. It has worked in the past the same way, and you continue to be concerned about each other's happiness. That's wonderful. What a great relationship you have! Tell me where guys like you were when I was looking!" She smiled then giggled, her eyes sparkling as she leaned in to kiss me - long and passionately.
My phone notification beeped loudly, getting the attention of both of us. "That's probably Trish," I said.
I opened the text and was greeted with three erotic pictures and a message. "Charley has had your married slut's cunt and is taking her ass slowly and steadily. Hope you and Sherri are doing okay together. Muah!"
Sherri sat there with her mouth open, then laughed and said, "It looks like she's getting your wish."
We laughed together., "Trish told me not to disappoint her. She wants story time for us to share. Do you mind pictures? You're beautiful in the kimono. Let me have a shot of you in it, then I'd like to move the evening forward."
"I don't mind pictures at all. I know you will keep them private, so go ahead and take a few. Pose me. Let's make them good. We'll take a few more through the evening. I get some of you also, you know. It's time to move toward our mutually desired end." She smiled and sat up for the first of many photos. After taking them, she lifted her hand to me, I helped her from the couch, and with her dazzling smile, led me toward her bedroom.
The evening became everything we wanted it to be. We treated one another orally. We physically loved one another tenderly. We then had animal sex, crazy, wild, hard-driving animal sex. When we awoke, we came back together affectionately, like the friends we had become. Afterwards, as we lay on Sherri's bed in the afterglow, I suggested she stay at our house until Trish and Charley arrived after their night out. The ladies could confide in one another, and the guys could do the same. We could get lunch together, and then she could take her leave of us. I mentioned that we had plans for a threesome with Trish that afternoon, and she probably wouldn't want to play in that. Surprisingly, she suggested staying and we could make it a foursome.
