Our sex life continued hot and frequent. We fucked Carol every moment that we could be alone. We fucked in the car. We fucked in a closed office at work. We fucked in the woods. At home we were naked all the time fondling, stroking, sucking and more more fucking.
There seemed to be no limits to our sexual adventures. John and I fucked Carol together, both cocks sliding into your ever wet cunt. Or one in your cunt and one in your ass.When I watched John fuck you, his cock glistening with your juices and you cunt grasping his cock, I felt I was in a wonderland.
I also felt a bit lost. I loved the sex, but was I losing Carol? Were we still a married couple? More and more I ended up watching John fuck Carol. It was exciting but a little odd.
One night Carol wanted to go dancing at a bar in DC "Margin Meeting". It was a well known pick up spot.
Carol dressed to kill, Clinging black jersey dress, backless, very short with a lot of cleavage. Of course she wore no underwear. I wore my usual button down shirt and khakis. John wore a very tight pair of pants with his cock outlined and a sheer batik shirt. Clearly I was the stuffy old man.
I was the designated driver. While I drove into the district, Carol and John were in the back seat making out. I turned my mirror so that I could watch them. John was finger fucking Carol and I could smell her sex. We quickly got into Georgetown and I told John and Carol to straighten up before we got to the club. As we pulled up to the valet stand Carol leaned over the back seat and pulled my head around and gave me a blistering tongue filled kiss.
The valet opened the back door and Carol wriggled out of the seat with her dress sliding up to nearly her waist. The valet gawked at her shameless display of her shaved mound. John got out next and his erection nearly poked out of his pants. This time the valet smirked. We walked into the club, slipped the doorman a twenty and were seated at a prime private round booth overlooking the dance floor. The three of us shimmied into the booth with Carol in the middle.
A waitress came over to our table to take our drink orders. The waitress was dressed in a tight black bustier and skimpy black panties. When she bent over her tits slipped out showcasing her nipples. The three of us enjoyed the show and by the way ordered martinis. When she walked back to the bar her ass cheeks were fully exposed.
John and I leered.
Carol said, "I'd like that job." "I love to flash my tits and mine are better than hers."
I looked around the club. It was dark except for a spotlight on the dance floor and bar. It was crowded with good looking youngish, well dressed people and they all looked like they were on the make. There were tables of young well dressed men and an equal number of table of hot young women dressed in club clothes.
