After all the agonizing and the questions in my mind of how all this would come about. Would the conversation come up at the restaurant? At the club? Would we be asked to come to John and Penny's apartment? I ran each conversation back and forth in my mind. So here we were, all dressed for the evening, at home waiting for a pizza to be delivered. Charie had situated all of our candles around the apartment (we used thirty in our bedroom when made love). There were no other lights but the flickering candles. She had wrapped a dishtowel around the base of my cock to keep stains off my dark suit, and was working her mouth on my cock, up and down, at the same time flicking and rubbing her clitoris with her finger. We were both excited by the wild, muffled sounds of John and Penny's passions which leaked through the thin hollow core door of our guest bedroom. This was a fitting prelude to what we now knew would happen, and the mysteries yet to come.
Even though I had masturbated earlier in the shower I needed to squeeze the cheeks of my ass together to keep from cumming. The noises from the bedroom centered my mind on Penny, adding to my excitement. Charie was sucking my cock, but I fantasized that it was Penny's mouth, and had a pretty good idea that before the evening was out; her mouth would be on me anyway. When I heard her muffled, "Yess, yess," I relaxed the cheeks of my ass releasing my load into Charie's mouth. Charie looked up with her doe eyes, happy that she pleased me and wiggled her clit harder, her head collapsing forward into my lap as her spasms caught and receded. Not long after, the pizza man was knocking on the door.
Charie arranged the pizza on the coffee table in the living room, brought a basket-bottle of Chianti from the kitchen and poured four glasses. She nodded to me, and I went to the guest bedroom door and knocked. "Pizza's here."
I took off my tie and shed my coat. Charie had kicked off her heels and was sitting on the floor with her legs curled under her in front of the table. I sat on the couch with Charie leaning against my legs. The door of the bedroom opened. John let Penny go first. She had stripped the top sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her like a toga, her nipples showing prominently through the thin fabric. As John came through the door in stocking feet he was tucking his white shirt into his pants, and zipped up his fly.
Penny stood before us, holding her arms out wide and said, "The latest fashion from Rome." Then she said, "I hope you don't mind that I am using your sheet, but there were too many clothes to put back on, and I didn't want to come to the table naked. Besides," wrinkling her nose and grinning, "we kind of messed up your bed."
Charie just smiled at her and said, "Sleeping around has a way of making beds messy, and we're going to have to change the beds in the morning anyway. So, what's a sheet between friends?"
"Charie is my kind of woman," John said to me, pulling the arm chair closer to the coffee table and sitting.
"That remains to be seen, "I said, my exercised cock beginning to iron out its wrinkles again.
Penny sat on the floor across from Charie, picked up her wine glass and held it out. "To Church friends," she said and laughed.
