I had agreed to give Barb and Carl about an hour alone in our motel room before joining them. I sat at the bar nursing my beer wondering what they were doing. Barb always gave me the details afterwards, but the anticipation and my imagination were killing me. To hasten the passage of time, I danced a few times with Carolyn, who I had met earlier in the evening while Barb was dancing with Carl.
The Do No Disturb card was not on display when I arrived at the motel room. I knocked a couple of times before swiping the key card. As I opened the door, the first thing I spotted was Barb's sundress, bra and panties, which we had selected so carefully earlier in the day, scattered about the floor. Carl's pants and shirt were there, too.
Barb jumped off the bed and gave me a big hug and kiss. I asked her if everything was "OK." She answered with a smile and said, "Carl's got me so worked up I can't stand it." I knew from past experience that that was a good sign. Otherwise, she would say, "Let's get this over with," if she wasn't connecting with her new friend. That only happened once, however.
Carl seemed a little uncomfortable at first when I joined them. I suppose it's a bit awkward knowing that the husband of the woman who's been sucking your dick is in the room. However, that mood passed quickly.
Barb went into the bathroom to freshen up. I took the opportunity to ask Carl if he minded if I watched him fuck my wife. He smiled and said that he didn't, but that he wasn't "into" men. I assured him that I wasn't either and that this was about satisfying Barb. That seemed to put him at ease.
Barb came out of the bathroom, took one look at me with mock disapproval and said, "Why are you still dressed?" She proceeded to pull off my shirt, unbuckled my pants and pushed them to the floor. Then she reached into my briefs and shook hands with Mr. Johnson. He was already semi-hard, but Barb knew how to get him at full attention in no time.
While Barb continued to stroke me, I asked her if she and Carl had fun. She replied in her slutty librarian voice, "Carl knows how to eat pussy."
"Did he make you cum," I asked.
"Yes," she said in a sultry voice. "Oh, yes. But, I want more."
"What else did you do?" I continued.
"I sucked him. He's got a nice cock, baby. And I swallowed it."
Barb dropped down and took the head of my cock in her mouth and started sucking on it. "I sucked him like this, baby," Barb said as she stroked my cock with one hand while sucking on the head and pulling on her erect nipples with the other. "I sucked him and played with his balls," she continued as she cupped my balls in her hand and played with them. Recounting the events that had just taken place a few minutes before got Barb really excited as she continued to give me her rendition of the Slobber Blues on the skin flute.
I looked over at Carl who was sitting in the motel room chair next to the little round table. He was enjoying this immensely. He played with his semi-hard cock as he watched Barb's head bob up and down on my dick. But this wasn't supposed to be about Carl watching us. I looked down at Barb, "I think Carl is feeling left out."
Barb stopped sucking and gave me a few more eager strokes with her hand before turning her attention to Carl once again. "Are you ready for more?" Barb asked rhetorically as she knelt in front of Carl's chair.
Watching Barb suck my cock had gotten Carl harder than Chinese arithmetic. Barb stroked his member a few times before giving him a few sucks. She told me later that he tasted different than me. I asked her in what way, but she could only describe it as different. Not better or worse, just different.
Then Barb sat on the bed directly across from where Carl and I were seated at the little round table. Our cocks were sticking straight out following Barb's expert attention. Barb laid back on her elbows with her legs bent and her heels resting on the edge of the bed.
