The weekend was coming up and I was invited to spend it with Mary and Lester, so I told my parents I was riding my cycle down to a buddy's house in Key West.
That lie was a lot better than telling my parents that I was going to be a few blocks away fucking one of their best friends, a woman my mom's age, while her husband watched.
I filled up a backpack with a change of underwear and socks, toiletries, a full ounce of Jamaican weed, a wood pipe and a pair of swimming trunks.
As I started up my Yamaha, I congratulated myself on being so in tune with the unusual situation with Lester and Mary. I was only eighteen, but mature enough to understand the dynamics of being seduced. I did not mind. Mary, more than twice my age, had provided a level of sexual enjoyment that I had not experienced before. She was more than twice my age, but I found her sensuous, erotic, fun and with a warmth and knowledge girls my age lacked.
If Lester wanted to watch or be part of double dicking his wife that was more than fine with me. I don't go for guys but I don't mind sharing, or in this case, Lester was the one married and the one sharing his wife with me. That was pretty cool.
At work, being the handyman for Mary's real estate company, I saw her and talked to her daily and all was status quo since Monday's seduction. Not one of her employees could have suspected that Mary and I had fucked gloriously on the big bed of her master bedroom. She would be talking to customers and I would think of her as I had experienced her, naked, on all fours, asking her to stick my cock in deep, to fuck her until she came...
We had a conversation on Thursday, on the porch of her real estate office.
"Everything is set for Saturday," she said, "I am really looking forward to this. We can do a lot of things between Saturday morning and Sunday night. "
"How's Lester with this whole thing?"
"He's fine, sweetie, he's so horny... and so am I, If we did not have those salesmen and the receptionist in the office, I would take you on my desk right now... "
"Hold that thought," I said as a car pulled up and a realtor waved at us.
"Don't go away," she said, "I need to talk some more. "
"I have to go to the bank. "
"Let's go in my car. I'll take you. "
She drove me to the bank, talking to me about the things Lester and her like sexually, so our weekend meeting would be a mutually enjoyable experience. I was getting hard discussing the topic, but I wanted to keep the relationship profesional during working hours, so I did not make any moves.
On the way back to the office she veered down a side street, parking at a dead end by an empty lot of brush and trees.
"We have a few minutes," she said and I shook my head.
"I'm just out of high school but even I know this is not professional. "
"You are right," she said, "but I'm so hot and wet... I need something. "
"Open your legs. "
I slid my hand up her skirt, brushing aside the undergarment, fingers probing the folds between her legs. I found it very stimulating to move my hand up my mother's friend skirt, to play with the pussy of a woman more than twice my age. It was erotic to see this woman who dressed and appeared conservative, open her legs to my probing fingers, give herself to me with her husband's approval.
"Look at me, Mary. Look at my eyes while I play with your cunt... you like this. I would fuck your mouth but there's no time, only time for my fingers... you seem to like this... and this... my, your eyes open so wide... my fingers are so soaked... you are a sexy woman and I want you... to fuck you and eat you and finger you and fuck you and eat you... look at my eyes while you come... yeah, let me go a little deeper... no one ever touched you like this Mary... "
"No... never... I... "
She came in less than two minutes, bucking against my hand, moaning, whimpering, stretching and collapsing.
"See," I said,"and you did not even wrinkle your dress. Can you survive until the weekend?"
"Until Saturday," she said softly, "when we will fuck our brains out. "
And then Saturday came.
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Saturday did not come quickly enough. My husband and I watched the videotapes of my seduction of Ricky several times, always fondling and masturbating each other as Ricky and I fucked on the television screen.
"You are a star," Lester would say as he pinched my nipples and dipped his finger in between my open legs, "a porn star. You suck his cock so well. He must have enjoyed himself. An eighteen year old boy putting the meat to my Mary. You like it a lot don't you?"
"Yes, Honey," I answered, " Look at this part of the video, how he pulls off my panties... I was so wet, Lester, I almost came.. look at your wife getting fingered... so good... look how your wife is fingerfucked... see me grasping his meat... he was sweet as ice cream on my tongue, Lester. "
"You like to fuck that boy, don't you?"
"You'll see on Saturday," I answered.
I was as surprised as my husband at my new, uninhibited attitude. After years of certain sexual innocence, I had crossed a wide line into a new lifestyle and frame of mind.
Church going, moralistic me was going to do a three way with my husband and a young man. Lester was going to see me take another man's cock, suck a young boys' dick, orgasm while another man used me in front of his approving eyes. I know it seems strange, wicked or perverted but the thought of performing in front of my husband made me wet. After years of talking about a third person in our marriage, this eighteen year old boy had used me and enjoyed me and I did not mind being a toy... I was also getting gratification, more than I ever imagined. I was totally in love with that young, hard cock.
When Ricky arrived on Saturday he drove his motorcycle into the open garage, so his parents would not see the bike in case they passed by on their way to the supermarket. I saw him arrive from my bedroom window and allowed him a couple of minutes to be at ease talking to Lester who was catching the morning sun, tanning poolside.
I picked out my most daring bathing suit, a two piece combination that shows off my tits and ass. I dabbed perfume in a few strategic parts of my body and walked softly down the stairs towards the pool area.
Ricky and Lester were both drinking lemonades, sitting on lawn chairs. Ricky was wearing denim shorts and sneakers. Lester was wearing a pair of speedos he thought made him look sexy but only accentuated his little paunchy belly.
They were talking about my oil paintings, so I stopped by the patio door, listening.
"I don't pretend to know art," Ricky said, "but I think you captured Mary in both paintings. "
