Meryl And Mitch Pt 01

When word got around that I was in Dallas for a few days, another of my wife's friends, Meryl from The Dallas School Girls, and her husband Mitch, invited me for cocktails.

To say they are well off may seem redundant as one rides the private elevator to the penthouse overlooking uptown Dallas. The elevator opens to a small alcove with only one other door and a doorbell.

The door opened before I touched the bell.

Meryl is rail thin. Some might say bony. Cancer had taken her breasts years ago, but she carried herself with grace and poise. She wears her wrinkles with pride earned by experience. When she answered the door, she was wearing a below-the-knee black dress, tight at the waist and hips. A sprinkle of sequins caught the light across her shoulders.

Her husband is a bit older. Retired and in his 70s, Mitch is tall with a full head of gray hair and a fitness born from walking miles of golf courses. His blue eyes wrinkle when he smiles, which is often. He was standing behind the bar, wearing a gray suit, and a bow tie with a small paisley pattern.

I was slightly underdressed in my dark suit jacket and tan slacks.

Meryl's voice was almost musical in its charm. "Come in, dear. Welcome." Her fingertips at my elbow, she guided me inside. "Mitch is making martinis. You will have one, won't you dear?"

"Of course."

The main room was spacious and perfectly decorated. Though the art on the walls may have been expensive, it was carefully selected to not compete with the extraordinary view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Almost as soon as we sat down, a young woman appeared with hors d'oeuvres. Soft curls framed her seriously professional face. She wore a white apron that hugged her medium breasts. A black pant suit flared below her slim hips. Though she walked to the small table in front of the sofa, her eyes barely strayed from Mitch.

"This is Carmella. She's helping me out tonight. She made all the hors d'oeuvres."

"Thank you, Carmella. It looks wonderful."

The food was welcome since Mitch's martini was a bit stronger than I was used to.

With a last look at our host, Carmella started humming as she disappeared back into what I guessed was the kitchen.

"That song?"

"What dear?"

"It sounded like Carmella was humming, 'Deep in the Heart of Texas.'"

"Oh, yes dear. That's a little joke between her and Mitch. Maybe he'll tell you someday."

I looked around, awkwardly. "I seem to be the only guest."

"Did I give the impression it was a large gathering, dear? I am so sorry. No, we wanted you to ourselves." She took my hand, pressing the palm to her cheek. "Very intimate." I wondered if she could feel my pulse racing against her skin

Mitch broke the spell. "So, how have you been? We've hardly seen you since the funeral."

"Well, yes, sweetheart. The dear man moved all the way to California. Los Angeles, I dare say. Escaping your grief, dear?"

I took a minute to find an answer. "That and a job offer. Figured the change of scenery would do me good."

"By scenery, dear, I assume you mean all the blonde bimbos willing to trade their virtue for an audition."

"I wouldn't know anything about that."

Mitch jumped to my defense. "Of course not. Besides, no one could take the place of that wife of yours. I tell ya, I will miss her hugs."

Meryl chuckled. "Her hugs weren't so different from mine. Neither of us had to worry about wearing a bra, if we didn't want to. So, I never do, do I sweetheart? Nor panties, for that matter." She laughed at her own joke and emptied her glass.

Carmella stepped from the kitchen. "Meryl, I'm about done."

"Of course, Carmella." Meryl turned to us. "You'll have to excuse me, gentlemen. I'm sure you can find something to talk about." She gave Mitch a quick wink before stepping into the kitchen and closing the door.

"What was that about?"

As Mitch refilled my glass, he seemed to be humming, absentmindedly. " What? Oh, she has to check the kitchen before she signs Carmella's time card."

"No, I mean the wink. I hope I'm not keeping you two from something."

"Oh, hardly that." He took an unusually deep breath. "In fact, I'm rather hoping you'll join us in something."

"Look, I'm sorry, but if it's some multi-level marketing scheme, I learned a long time ago..."

Mitch's laugh was deep with surprise. "No, no. Nothing like that. You see..." He took a drink. "Did your wife ever mention that Meryl and I are swingers?"

I took a drink.

"That looks like a no. OK. Well, see, when we were first married, it was the 1960s. Everything was rock music and drugs and free love. If you wanted to prove you were free and liberated and your own person, you didn't let society define who you chose to love."

"Okay, yeah."

"We discovered we enjoyed sharing our love with others. And it's so much better when it's a friend you already care about. Your wife even joined us a few times."

I looked up suddenly. Mitch rushed to correct any misunderstanding.

"Ah, no. That was in the '90s when she was still married to that asshole and miserable."

"Those stories I have heard."

"I figured."

"So, Mitch, you don't mind your wife fucking other men?"

"Not as long as everyone is of legal age and agreeable up front. Plus, I find it makes me really excited when Meryl cums with someone else. And they make her cum in return. Ever since your wife passed, I've been thinking you may need some company."

It didn't seem like the right time to tell him about the "company" I've been sharing with other members of the Dallas School Girls.

"All right. You've been thinking. But what does Meryl say about this particular threesome?"

Before Mitch could answer my question, Meryl emerged from the kitchen, accompanying Carmella, who was carrying her coat with one hand while fidgeting her hair with the other. Her lipstick seemed slightly smeared.

"Carmella needs to go, you two."

"Good night, Carmella. Everything was delicious."

Meryl walked out, using her keycard to call the elevator. I could tell one of them humming. They shared a hug and long kiss on the mouth util the elevator door opened. Carmella stepped inside, turned back to Meryl and waved and started singing softly. "That's perhaps, they all wear chaps, deep in the heart..." The door closed on the end of the phrase.

Meryl watched the closed door for a moment, before walking back inside the apartment, wistfully humming the same final line of the song. But when she saw me, the wistfulness in her eyes was replaced by an intense smouldering.

"Did he ask you? What did you say? Please say yes. We'd love to share our bed with you."

"How can I say no?"

She strode past me to pick up her glass and down the martini. She handed Mitch the empty glass. "Refill that for me, sweetheart. And you," with her back to me she wiggled up close. "Unzip me, will you? All the way down, dear."

The zipper went halfway down her ass, revealing the promised lack of bra and panties.

She turned toward the two of us, the dress falling off one side, allowing a quick glimpse of her pale chest, void of swell or nipple.

"I'll wait in the master suite. Bring the glasses and the shaker. Don't be long."

I looked at Mitch, speechless. He shrugged. "I would say she's OK with the idea."

We gathered the martini paraphernalia and walked the long hall to the bedroom. The door was standing open, displaying a huge room lit by countless candles. A king-size bed was against the far wall. It seemed more pillows than blankets.

"Do you like it?" I looked to my left as Meryl emerged from a closet bigger than my living room. A black lace chemise hung straight down from her shoulders, barely reaching the gusset of a black thong.

Mitch nudged me.

"Huh? Oh. Oh, yes. It's ..." suddenly distracted by my cock moving along my pant leg. "It's breathtaking."

"Oh, you are a dear." She made the walk to the bed. "Come sit beside me, handsome."

I moved toward her as Mitch crossed to a plush chair set to one side. Since it was positioned to face the bed, I guessed it was put there for this purpose.

I sat on the bed, my thigh up against hers. As she rested her fingers on my lap, I slipped a hand behind her head and pulled her to me for a soft kiss. Her perfume was exquisite. I kissed her again, letting my tongue meet hers in that time-honored dance.

Meryl moved her hand onto my chest, pressing into me without pushing away. I moved my kiss to her neck, then up to suck her earlobe. When she whimpered softly, I gently bit down.

"Oh, dear." She shivered. "He's biting my earlobe. Mitch, did you tell him to do that? You know it's my favorite."

"It was my wife's favorite as well." I whispered hot breath into her ear. "I took a chance." And nibbled the earlobe once more, with equal results.

It was Mitch's turn to pipe up. "I remember a few other things your wife enjoyed." I looked over to see he had removed his jacket and tie. The starched shirt was unbuttoned and he was slowly rubbing the front of his pants. "You may want to try some of those."

"Ooo yes, dear. Do try."

Taking Meryl's face in both hands, I kissed her long and hard. I turned her head so my mouth was at her other ear. "My wife liked when I talked dirty. Telling her how I'm going to fuck her like a cheap whore. Would you like that, Meryl?"

Her smile was almost demure. "Only if it's loud enough so Mitch can hear."

"You hear that, Mitch? I'm going to call your wife a street slut while I fuck her silly."

"That's how I got her to marry me."

He stood up, dropping his trousers then his boxers, proudly displaying a half-hard dick, already some-seven inches long.

Meryl's fingers tightened on my arm. "Look at that cock of his. Marvelous, isn't it, dear?"

I had to admit, it was.

"And what about you, dear? You're still wearing an awful lot of clothes."

Again, I had to agree.

I quickly stood up and shed my jacket and shirt.

Meryl leaned forward on her arms and cooed. "Look at that hairy chest, Mitch. Much more than you."

My shoes and socks quickly followed. Then my pants. My boxer briefs were already straining from the bulge underneath. I slipped my thumbs in the waistband, but Meryl extended her hand.

"Wait, dear. Would you mind terribly if Mitch did that? He does so love unwrapping my toys."

I admit, I thought the touching in this threeway would be mostly feminine, but Meryl asked so nicely. I lifted my arms out to the side and turned toward Mitch.

My back now to Meryl, her husband wore a mischievous grin. He reached over and slid his palm over the fabric, the full length of my semi-hard dick. "Oh, Precious, he's quite big."

His wife feigned alarm. "Bigger than you, sweetheart?"

"May be. Let's have a look, shall we?"

Curling his fingers under the waistband, Mitch pulled the cloth forward, giving my cock room to stand proud. He moved closer, as though examining a specimen. "Precious, it is a beauty."

"Is it hard, sweetheart?"

"Mostly." He lowered the underwear to my ankles, allowing me to step out. I saw him glance past me, toward his wife. "But I'm sure you'll have no problem finishing the job."

His hands gently on my hips, Mitch turned me around.

Meryl was now completely nude; perched on the bed cover with one leg tucked under herself, exposing her pussy which glistened in the candle light.

My cock twitched and throbbed, reaching toward her.

"Oh my. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Bring it here, dear."

As I moved toward her, Mitch stepped around to the side. Scooting in behind Meryl, his back against the pillows, he pulled her tight, trapping his prick between them.

She wiggled her butt.

"I do so love that big, hard thing. Now, dear, you sit here." She spread her legs wide. I paused to admire her dripping cunt on full display before turning around and spooning back against her. For a minute I missed the feel of a woman's breasts on my back, but in an instant, both her hands were wrapped around my shaft. "How does that feel, dear?"

"Wonderful, Meryl."

"I am sorry I don't have any tits to play with or to fuck this big cock between them. Maybe this will help. Mitch?"

She reached first one hand, then the other over her shoulder where her husband had been kissing her neck. He dutifully licked both her palms, so when she returned to stroking my dick, her hands were wet and warm. I sighed and turned my head for a kiss.

She continued as if explaining to a child. "I suppose I could have rubbed my wet cunny, but there seems to be something in the way."

She shifted her hips. I felt the slippery heat press against my butt. My cock pulsed thicker.

"Oh my, dear. Did I do that? How big can this thing get?"

"With a sexy lady like you, the sky is the limit."

"You hear that, Mitch? The sky is the limit, he says. That does sound like fun, doesn't it?"

"Do you think sucking it might help?"

"You know, I think it might. Let's shift, shall we? The two of you kneel at either end. Yes, like that. Oh my goodness, you're both just so hard! Where to start?"

Joining in the game, I offered, "Maybe both at the same time? I'll fuck your pretty face while your husband plunges that sweet pussy of yours."

She seemed shocked. "Both? Is that what a street whore would do?"

"A real slut calls it 'spit roasting,' proving her worth by heating up two men at once."

"Yes! Spit roasting. Did you hear him, sweetheart? I want you two handsome hunks to roast me!"

"Then get on all fours, bitch. Let's see how deep you can take my big cock. Mitch? Ready at your end?"

Grabbing his wife's ass with both hands, he looked at her wrinkled pussy with great delight. "I'm ready to ... I believe the phrase you used was ... Fuck her silly!"

Meryl started to gasp, but my dick filled her mouth as her husband slammed into her pussy. Her shocked moan quickly became a hum as her tongue swirled around the head of my cock.

"That's it, bitch. Take it all."

It didn't take long to find a rhythm of back and forth, deep throating me before plowing back onto her husband, who turned out to be quite vocal.

"Yes, Meryl, Precious. Fuck my hard dick. Remember the time I fucked you in the bimah? I was so hard and you came so fast. Rabbi Friedman was ready to throw us out until you sucked him off, what? Three times?"

"Oy gevalt," I hissed.

"Let's do that again, bitch. Give in to your secret slut. Swallow his big load. Cum on my thick cock. Feel it? It's cumming."

I saw Mitch reach around, finding her clit. Meryl screamed around my cock.

"Yes, Meryl. I'm gonna cum. I'm going to fill you from one end while your stud of a husband fills you from the other. You're our slut, Meryl. Now and whenever we want."

"However we want." Mitch took over. "In your dripping cunt. In your ass. You love it in your ass, don't you, Precious? AH FUCK!" he shouted before he started to sing, "Oh the stars at night, are big and bright." On the four-beat clap, Mitch spanked Meryl's ass. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! "Deep in the heart of Texas!"

Meryl screamed and started to shake as Mitch plunged into her, spilling his seed deep in her dormant womb.

I was still staring at Mitch, dumbstruck. But Meryl grabbed my shaft with both hands. "Fuck your slut, dear." She started pumping my cock, bobbing her until her nose was buried in my pubes.

"Oh god. Oh yes! You're a good slut! OH!"

Mitch grabbed Meryl's shoulders, supporting her as I shot load after load into her throat. She struggled to swallow what didn't drip from the corners of her mouth.

Soon my dick became too sensitive. "Stop, Meryl. Please. Enough." But her imagination was driving her deeper into the fantasy.

Mitch put his hand on her shoulder.

"Meryl. Precious. Come back to us. Even a slut has to sleep."

Meryl blinked her eyes, then focused on me before turning to look at her husband.

"Oh my. Did I really?"

Mitch wrapped her in his arms.

"It was amazing," she cooed. "Like I was lost in a dream. Both of you fucking me, calling me your slut, making me cum and cum. Oh my two wonderful men. I'm yours."

"Yes, Precious. You're a good girl."

Picking up a martini, I walked back to the living room on wobbly legs, giving them some privacy. I sat looking at the city lights; my legs spread, my dick hanging in center view, if anyone could see it. I imagined what the view would be like during one of the famous Texas lightning storms.

I saw Mitch and Meryl in the reflection as they came up behind me. They were wearing matching black silk robes.

Meryl slipped around and straddled my lap, her arms draped around my neck. Mitch stood behind the chair, resting his hand on my head.

Mitch leaned close to my ear and almost whispered. "The stars at night are sooo big and bright."

"They certainly are."

Meryl kissed the tip of my nose. "Can you stay for breakfast?"

"I certainly can. What are we having?"

Meryl looked up at her husband who chuckled. "Her ass."

All I could say was, "Oh, dear."