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Hi, this is Dan. I’m back again to tell about an unexpected adventure that Bonnie and I recently experienced with two of our friends who are also members of the Westmont gourmet supper club.
As you will remember, our gourmet supper club delved into the “train” phenomena created by American teenagers over the past few years. This experience opened a new world of sexual excitement for a group of 30’s to early 40’s married couples in an exclusive suburban area known as Westmont.
The last gathering of the club was quite a success with more erotic games for our close-knit group of friends. The girls were delighted to receive a bountiful amount of oral reciprocation for the first “train” experience. Then, for the main event, the girls were challenged (while wearing sleep masks) to recognize the size, shape, texture and taste of the men’s cocks strictly by feel with mouth and hands. Each lady was given points for her successful identifications. As it turned out, Carol and Dianne achieved the same score, thus causing a “suck-off’ with yours truly being the lucky provider of the contested cock.
The week following this delightful event, Bonnie and I were invited to Tom and Carol’s home for dinner on a Wednesday night. Getting together with such good friends was a nice break in the week and we enjoyed a tasty meal, fine wine and relaxed dinner conversation.
After dinner, we moved to Tom and Carol’s comfortable living room with full wineglasses in hand. Bonnie and I sat together on one couch while Tom and Carol sat on another couch that formed a “L” with our couch. The girls sat on the inside and the guys on the outside. Both girl’s had kicked off their shoes and tucked their legs under themselves (how do they do that?). Following several minutes of general chitchat between the four of us, the wives began a conversation of “girl stuff,” so Tom and I shifted our discussion to recent events in the world of professional golf.
During a lull in our conversation, Tom looked me in the eye and said "Dan, I have to tell you that I was really jealous of you at the last meeting of the Westmont gourmet supper club.”
The girls stopped their side conversation and turned to stare at Tom. I guess it was the “J” word that caught their attention. Frankly, I too was somewhat unprepared for it and thus was also staring at Tom.
Tom immediately got flustered and said, “no, that’s not what I meant to say”. After a moment he continued. “Everyone in the supper club, including me, is really enjoying our fun and games and are quite comfortable with the sexual excitement our group is sharing.” Following another brief pause, Tom continued. “What I meant to say was that I was envious that you had two beautiful women sucking your cock at the same time as that has always been a fantasy of mine."
I chuckled and said, “Tom, that has been the fantasy of every post-pubescent, heterosexual male that ever lived.”
We all laughed at this comment and leaned back on our separate couches. Carol snuggled against Tom’s shoulder and ran her fingers through his hair. “So, this is something new that I am learning about my husband of many years.” “Have you been keeping secrets from me?”
“Of course not darling,” said Tom, “it’s just that seeing Dan experience that right before my eyes was really exciting and a major turn-on for an ultra-horny guy like me”.
Carol laughed and said, “sure Tom, I was there too, remember”. “In fact, I was one of the women who gave our good friend Dan an experience of a lifetime”.
I raised my glass toward Carol and toasted her with the words “for which you and Dianne have my everlasting, heartfelt gratitude”. We all chuckled, then sat back for a moment of silence.
I realized that Bonnie and Carol were looking at one another and that conspiratorial smiles danced across their faces. “And what evil thought is going through your gorgeous heads at this moment ladies?” I asked with an innocent expression on my face.
“Well,” said Bonnie, “maybe it isn’t fair for you to have experienced something truly spectacular when your dear friend Tom has been so deprived during his lifetime”.
Tom, ever quick to pick up on the direction of things, looked down meekly and said, “yes, ‘tis sad, but true, I have been greatly underprivileged in this regard,” which earned him a punch on the arm from his giggling wife.
