The Young Actor Likes Older Women Ch. 02
I woke up as the sun was going down. Opening my eyes, I looked at Eduardo next to me, his tanned, naked body stretched out on the bed, his cock resting on his thigh.
I had cheated on my husband with a younger man and I did not feel guilt, only an elation born out of a choice of free will. I had enjoyed an incredible series of orgasms with my former Tampa neighbor whom I had known since he was a boy.
I liked it, liked sucking his creamy cock and feeling his mouth between my legs or the way he entered me and I contracted my cunt, squeezing his meat as he rode me and talked to me in a way my needle-dick introvert husband would never have.... I had crossed the line into a new realm. After years of straight marriage and bland sex I had sucked a young man's meat and let him fuck me as he made me beg for his cock and admit that he was giving me what my asshole husband did not, could not give me, for Eduardo had imagination.
It had been raw and dirty sex and I was very aroused, more than at any other time in my life. Once I crossed the line, I did not feel guilt, but only enjoyment at the feel of the cock in my mouth, at the bumping of his hips against my ass and the heat and spasms that ran through my body as I climaxed.
"Hi," Eduardo said as he opened his eyes, "Are you ready for a tour of South Beach?"
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Shelley and I smoked another bowl and walked out into the Miami Beach night breeze, walking towards Ocean Drive where the cafes were packed and crowds of sunburnt tourists mingled with the locals.
We made some small talk and sat on a sea wall with the sound of the surf at our backs. Then the conversation turned to our adventure together.
"It was great," she said, "I enjoyed it very much."
"The night is not over yet. There's more to enjoy."
"And I come to Miami Beach every few weeks," she said boldly, "and I would like to do this again."
I smiled and nodded my head.
"Sure thing," I answered, "I'd like that a lot."
We walked around the beach some more and stopped off at a Washington Avenue tavern, where two beers reinforced the buzz and once again the conversation switched to all things sexual.
"These women you date..."
"Gina and Lynne."
"Are they lesbians?"
"No. They just enjoy sex. Gina is Puerto Rican, divorced with two kids, thirty-five and a video technician. She's working in Orlando tonight. Lynne is forty-four, also divorced, no kids and is a partner in a shoe boutique where a pair of high heels can sent one into bankruptcy."
"And you? I mean..."
"Yes, both at the same time or one at a time and sometimes they do each other. It's really nice. Actually, nice and dirty. Are you interested?"
"I.... I've never..."
"There's always the first time," I answered, "Gina is out of town but Lynne is only a phone call away. I could tell ask her over for a drink at my place and if it happens...then it's cool. If you don't feel good about it, then it's just you and me. Is that good?"
Shelley was dumbfounded, stunned. She did not answer.
"I'll take your silence as a yes," I said as I dialed Lynne.
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I was totally stunned. I had arrived at Miami Beach eight hours before as a faithful wife and mother. In the eight hours since arriving I had smoked marihuana, cheated with a twenty-four year old actor and after some lustful sucking and fucking, I faced the possibility of my first encounter with another woman.
Lynne turned out to be a sexy looking woman with a firm body, dressed in a linen skirt and peasant blouse, sans undergarments, the outlines of her nipples showing through the thin material.
We drank a decent Chilean white wine and smoked two full bowls as we talked about our work, places we had visited and books read, with brief pauses of anticipation.
I walked out to the balcony for a breath of air.
Do I want this to happen? I thought. Do I? Bad enough I have sucked and fucked a young man who could be my son, the neighborhood kid I had know since he was nine, now I might have my first experience with a woman. This is not moral, not the way I was taught... but I have been looking at Lynne and wondered how she will taste... her scent. I had never done this, but I was wet thinking about it, wondering...
When Lynne came to the balcony and kissed me, I did not resist as I felt -for the first time- the taste of a woman's kiss. I followed her into the apartment and we kissed as we undressed each other and Eduardo -buck naked- sat on a chair across from the bed where Lynne and I joined in a naked embrace.
We went down on each other, me tasting a woman for the first time, feeling her juices on my lips and face. It was so wicked and dirty, so unreal and erotic that I was feverish with desire. I buried my face in Lynne's mound and lapped her clit as she licked me, her face between my legs, teasing my clit. We bucked and she grabbed my hair and pulled my face deeper into her wet snatch, opening more, pushing, humping upwards, pressing her wet slit against my face while her lips kissed the sensitive bud between my legs.
We took turns, switched and she was above me, touching, probing, kissing, nibbling, whispering in my ear how much she was enjoying taking me.... We were in heat, kissing, licking, our senses making us feverish with desire and raw lust. We nibbled on each other's nipples and frenched our faces.
I tasted her and felt the feverish heat of her warm flesh, as I licked her clit and folds, swirling and swallowing. Eduardo then joined us, as Lynne reached up and grabbed my round asscheeks with her hands, exposing the rosebud hole. I realized that I was about to be ass fucked while a woman lapped at my cunt. I was almost screaming with desire, with years of sexual frustration living with a bland husband.
He had lubricated his cock with wine and he went in swiftly, sinking to the hilt, making me press down harder on Lynne's face as her tongue darted back and forth between his hard cock and my burning slit. It hurt but I went from pain to a sexual rush that made me totally orgasmic. I began to moan and he asked me if I liked it and I certainly did.
"Fuck my ass," I said, "fuck me deep…oh yes, crack my tight ass, fuck me hard....Oh, fuck my ass deep…I love your dick in my ass…oh, yes, fuck my ass!"
"Does your husband fuck your ass like this?" he teased.
"My husband... does not fuck me in ...oh, oh.... yes...."
"What about Lynne? You like her?"
"I love the way... she eats pussy."
We rocked back and forth, pounding a rythm, fucking, licking, the room filling with animal moans, her mouth buried into my slit, her tongue flicking out, licking the clit, his balls and his shaft as it slid into my asshole.
All three of us exploded together, screams and moans filling the room as we felt the whip of orgasms, lightning jolts rushing through our bodies.
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Friday morning Lynne and Shelley went off to work. Shelley promised to get together with me in the afternoon, before she returned to Tampa. Before she went to her hotel room to change for work, I asked her how she enjoyed our three way with Lynne.
"It was my first time," she answered, "and it won't be my last."
"Would you like to try two men before you return to Tampa?"
She smiled a lusty grin and nodded her head.
I located Ramon by lunch time and he came to the apartment to have a couple of beers and wait for Shelley to be finished at work.
Ramon is also a working actor. Like me, he has had a dozen movie parts of small proportions, being typecast as a bandit, hoodlum, bouncer or biker, since he is six-three and two hundred-thirty hard pounds of muscle. He has a rugged face with a drooping mustache. We party together often.
"People think actors have it made," he was saying as he polished off a Bud Light, "but I'm telling you, I just spent four miserable days in the Everglades shooting some real low budget flick in which my two big scenes are where I play an escaped convict that kills a farm girl and then gets killed by a park ranger. Four fucking days of sweating under a heavy sun and kamikaze squadrons of mosquitoes and flying vermin all over the place. Did I mention snakes? One came slithering across the path as we walked. Scared the shit out of me.."
"I just came back from the Bahamas," I answered.
"Lucky dog."
There was a knock at the door and I answered. Shelley was dressed in a denim blouse and wraparound skirt. She had checked out of the hotel and had four hours of playtime before returning to Tampa.
"You are right," Ramon said as he met Shelley, "She does look like Melanie Griffith."
Shelley blushed like a schoolgirl.