That afternoon Dutch returned home. After he showered, he sat down opened a cold beer and thought about what had happened to him.
Rosa . . . I definitely like Rosa. She's not like so many of the others,
he told himself.
In fact
, he thought,
I want to fuck her again and soon. Just thinking about her ass and tits is getting me hard.
He smiled recalling some of the previous night's highlights. Then her Mother came to mind and he laughed aloud.
Hey,
he thought,
she wasn't bad either. Big tits and she sure knew how to get a man off all right.
He realized he'd finished his beer, crushed the can in his right fist, got up, put it in the trash bin and got himself another. As he popped the top, he wondered:
Am I getting ready to settle down again? Marilyn was a fine piece of ass, but a little crazy, always was crazy, but in a nice sort of way. Except for the boozing. She was almost perfect sober, but when she was drinking she tended to get a little nasty. . . and then there was also the whoring around with God knows who? He certainly wasn't headed back to her, but Rosa? What did he know about her? She had a sense of humor. Sure she'd run off after the guy with the ten-inch dick. But she came back and admitted the whole thing was a fiasco. She had a nice laugh and hard body. And he felt comfortable around her. She had no pretensions evident about her. But did he really want a serious relationship?
He shrugged and grunted, and tried to get comfortable in his chair.
What the hell am I doing?
He asked himself.
We met yesterday and here I am thinking long term. Fuck me! I've got to know someone before I even consider these things. Besides, there's the doctor. Now the doctor . . . Sharon, yeah, Sharon, sucks a mean cock, keeps herself nice and clean. Goes both ways and THAT certainly opens the door of oppor-fuckin'-tunity for fun and games.
And so, Dutch put off calling Rosa that day; and when his best friend, Robert called the following afternoon, he was all ears and erection.
"Hi, its me." The voice on the phone was a mellow baritone.
"Hi Robert. How's my favorite black movie star?" Dutch smiled and adjusted his crotch.
Robert laughed. "Movie star, my ass," he said still chuckling. "Listen, Alice is in the mood for a threesome and I wondered if you were interested in helping us with her little fantasy?"
"Sure. Where and when?" Dutch said looking down at his blossoming erection. " It seems I've already started without the two of you."
Both of them were laughing as Robert said, "Well we thought it might be nice to have dinner first and then go back to the house."
"Wonderful. As I said before, when and where?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Dutch, my dick is speaking for me tonight . . ."
The phone changed hands and Dutch heard a sexy, feminine voice breathing fast, "Get your bony white ass over here, Dutch. I crave your fat cock and I crave it now!"
Dutch laughed again and replied, "I accept your kind offer, but Robert invited me to dinner first."
She laughed raucously, "You are dinner, sweetheart," then followed with, "Of course, Romenelli's at seven?"
"I'll be there on time my lovely black bitch. Still like to have your ass stuffed?"
"By both your cocks," she said and broke off giggling.
Robert was back on the line, firming up the arrangements and then hung up. Dutch gave his cock a gentle smack and went to take a shower.
***
Dutch was sitting nursing a gin martini at an unobtrusive table in Romenelli's at ten to seven when the black couple arrived. Alice was wearing a short, provocatively low cut, black dress with sheer, black nylons and sexy high heels. Her beautiful breasts, framed by the extreme dΓ©colletΓ© of her dress, swelled enticingly with each intake of her breath.
"So, how do I look?" Alice asked as she sat down very close to Dutch's right. He inhaled her sensuous fragrance and thought of her with his cock deep in her throat.
"You look good enough to eat," he smiled. "In fact, let's just get the hell out of here. I'll start with a thigh, what'll you have Robert?"
Robert and Alice both laughed. They had heard this line before. They ate quickly and skipped dessert. They also went light with the drinks, Dutch had a second and Robert also had two, but Alice nursed her gin and tonic the entire evening.
They agreed to leave together in Robert's Lincoln, with Alice teasing Dutch about his battered Volvo.
"Do you still beat it with a stick?" she giggled.
"Damn right!"
"And kick it?"
"That too."
"He treats his car like he treats his women," Robert offered and was surprised when both Alice and Dutch objected.
"Like hell I do!"
"He doesn't!" Alice pouted. He treats his women . . .' and she smiled broadly at the two of them, "very well. Very well indeed."
***
On reaching the Ruark's exclusive home, Dutch made for the large sofa and Robert went to fix them all drinks. Alice stood directly in front of Dutch, one leg provocatively thrust out through the slit in her black dress. Dutch slowly got to his feet, put an arm around her and drew her close. He saw her eyes smoldering, daring him to make the first move. He kissed her, knowing Robert was watching in the mirror. He dipped his left hand down into Alice's dress and fondled her breast. Then she was brushing her mound against his erection, moaning with increasing excitement.
"Hey, hey," Robert said softly. "Here are the drinks. I suggest we try them before, err, moving on to other things.
The three of them sat down on the sofa with Alice in the middle.
"Dutch you should be in the middle," she laughed.
"Why?"
"Then we'd have a genuine Oreo sandwich." Everyone laughed at her joke and no one was offended.