A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away....
Well, the galaxy part is a stretch, but this story does take place a long time ago. I'd have to guess maybe 1992. Back before cell phones and digital cameras. Back before my wife Paula became more relaxed with allowing her internal sexy-slutty side to emerge. If you've followed any of my other stories you'll know that she was able to overcome her conservative, proper, normal behavior under the right circumstances and become an incredibly sexy handful. This was a process that took years really, from the very first flash in Saratoga to a sexy encounter at a Jamaican beach to, well you can read about it.
I must say in looking back that one constant seems to be alcohol is required if I am to convince her to do anything and this was no exception. Up to this point Paula had always refused to have anything to do with threesomes, or even fooling around. We could pretend in bed together with her lifelike dildo but that was it.
We did have some sexy date-nights. I could get her to 'lose her panties' and then talk dirty to her and she would pretend along. Running my hands under her skirt and over her bare, wet sex; urging her to 'rub up against' some hot guy at the bar. It was so hot watching her do it, her face bright red and the guy turning to check her out as she retreated back to my side. We'd play these games, getting her hotter and wetter until we finally ran to the car for some hot make-out sessions, and on the hottest nights her blowing me. It almost became a routine, not every night out by any means, and not even every sexy night. But on those nights where we really 'clicked', where I knew she was horny and when she was receptive to getting naked under her dress, willing to let more skin show, obedient to flirting, it would go. We'd get to the car and as I opened her door we would embrace and kiss, my hands running up and down her body, feeling her warm, bare skin just below thin clothes. Our mouths devouring each other, tongues battling. I would tell her I needed her. That was our code. I would get in and she was already leaning over the console, ready. I would unzip and carefully pull my erect cock out and she would go down on me with enthusiasm. Guys, I don't have to tell you the difference between a woman doing this out of obligation and a woman doing this because this is what SHE wants. It's like night and day.
On those nights Paula wanted one thing: My cum in her mouth.
My twisted little mind even had to make THAT extra sexy by incorporating some minor role playing on the nights where I had her rub up against guys. Here's a classic: braless under a thin top, I'd have her squeeze next to some hot guy to get a napkin from the bar, making sure she would face the guy and that her tits would press against his arm as she reached over. We could only really do it once as any more would be too obvious and we had to be careful if he was there with a chick. On role-play nights I'd set the stage while we were still in the bar:
"His name is Joey." I'd tell her, even though I had no idea what his name really was. "You like him?"
"He's cute."
"Maybe you'd like to take him out to the car. Get to know him better."
"Maybe." If she said this it meant she was willing to role-play.
"Maybe get to know him a LOT better." I'd add, implying that she would allow her inner sexy side out.
So now when we get out to the car in the semi-dark she can pretend it's Joey she's blowing.
"Oh, Paula, you are so good." I'd tell her. "You are going to make me cum."
"Cum in my mouth Joey."
I would explode in her mouth. She was fantastic. There was never a mess, she always took every drop. She would be red-hot for the drive home, but sometimes I would challenge her to tweak her nipples or give her pussy a quick rub to keep her on edge. Back then I would be fully recovered to give her a nice hard fuck as soon as we got home. Oh, the good old days.
But, back to this story.
We are over my buddy Don's house. This is just a one-night stopover as part of a longer drive back to Long Island. He'd been bugging me to try to make time for a stop to help him with some mechanical work on his classic Corvette and we were finally able to fit it in. Thankfully the work went easily enough and we had time to chill out and have a few drinks before going out to dinner. Back then Don was dating Sandy, but she wasn't around that day so it was just the three of us. Don likes his rum and always seemed to be coming up with new drinks so he had some kind of 'planters punch' or something at the ready once we finished working. We all had a couple, then Don decided he wanted to take a shower after wrenching on the car so he headed to the master bath. I felt the same, so I headed to the guest bath.
I should take one moment and try to describe the three of us. I'm Sean and I'm told I look a lot like the actor Tom Selleck from Magnum, PI. Tall, dark hair, mustache. Paula looks a lot like the actress Erin Gray from the series Buck Rogers and Silver Spoons and Don looks like the actor Owen Wilson a bit, just a little shorter and chunkier. I should also mention that while Paula has always denied it, I thought she had the hots for Don. Nothing overt, but sometimes you just get the vibe. How if I mentioned Don her ears would perk up, or she always seemed to dress just a little nicer when we would visit. Fixing her makeup in the mirror on the way over. Just things, nothing big.
When I got out of the shower I was a little surprised to see Don was back in the kitchen with only a towel wrapped around himself. Paula was there and they had more drinks in hand. Paula promptly poured me another. She had what I can only describe as a mischievous expression on her face.
"Did Don show you his photo album?" She asked me innocently.
"No. What photo album?"
"The one that was sitting here on the dining room chair."
"Uh, that's not for general consumption." Explained Don.
Like I said, this was before the age of cell phones and digital photos. Back then you used film and had it developed, or if you were in a hurry (or didn't want other people to see your photos) you used a Polaroid camera with instant-developing photos.
"I think the photos are most impressive." Giggled Paula behind her hand.
"So, just what are these impressive photos of?" I asked.
"Very sexy shots of Don and some girl."
"You surprised me this morning when you arrived earlier than I expected and I forgot to put that away." Explained Don.
"Well, Paula has already seen them, why don't you let me have a look?"
"I couldn't. I'd be too embarrassed. The girl is Sandy who I'm dating and if she found out anyone had seen them she'd kill me."
"Well, I'll just have to let Paula describe them to me later. I don't think she would ever let it slip that she saw them, right Paula?"
"No, I'm pretty sure I could keep quiet."
"Of course, if you were willing to share, we could be absolutely sure it would never be revealed, right Paula?"
"Oh, absolutely it would never get out then."
"Are you guys blackmailing me?" Don queried.
"I wouldn't say that, it's just then we'd have more incentive to be discrete." My reply.
"So, very sexy stuff huh, Paula?"
"I didn't get to the end, Don like suddenly ran out in his towel and startled me and grabbed the book."
"Like I said, I forgot about the album until I was getting out of the shower and then it dawned on me that I forgot to put it away so I ran out, and,... I mean there are naked shots of Sandy and I. Doing things"
"Sexy things." Added Paula.
"I'm so bummed I didn't get out of the shower sooner." I lamented. "Is Sandy a looker?" I asked Paula.
"She's pretty. She looks like she could be a lot of fun. The pictures made me hot."
