By kikonkrome
You may or may not believe that the story I am about to tell you is true. I am still trying to decide if it’s true myself. Names have been changed to protect both the guilty and innocent.
Ginger and I left the house as soon as the sitter entered the door. The constant tension in our shoulders melted away as we reclined in the leather seats of the Cadillac. Soft smiles creased our faces as we contemplated the next eight hours without responsibilities. Eight solid hours of ‘adults only’ stretched before us.
I wore a cream-colored short-sleeve button down shirt, tucked into designer jeans. The shirt and jeans accentuated my tall, muscular frame. A wide brown leather belt, brown leather lace-ups, and a bit of gold jewelry completed my look. They went well with my dark hair, becoming ‘distinguished with gray’ and parted at the side. My skin still held a hint of the tan from a recent trip to Jamaica.
Ginger wore bright yellow hot pants, and a form-fitting, off-white blouse. The clothes hugged her round chest, hips, and rear. The bright colors contrasted and accentuated the milk chocolate tone of her skin. Copper toned curls cascaded over her shoulders. Her thigh high boots revealed the barest glimmer of a smooth brown thigh which I could not resist caressing as I put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb.
“That guy’s an asshole” Ginger proclaimed and then took a sip of her Riesling. We had a seat on the patio in the sun at our favorite Sushi restaurant. I nibbled on bits of fish and drank diet pop while decompressing from a long week of battles won and lost. Ginger was venting about her opposing counsel in court. I agreed with her that he was indeed an asshole. It didn't matter what she said though. With the sun throwing highlights in her hair, and her long lashes batting at me, all that I could really concentrate on was her beauty. Wow! Her unique energy that transfixes the people around her, a glowing light that makes people want to be near her. All I really needed to decompress was to let her beauty wash over me.
We arrived at the club earlier than usual. Our desire to get out, coupled with light traffic made for quick easy travel. We giggled in nervous anticipation as we discussed what lay ahead. There were Gerri and John, a couple we had met at another club. They told us they would be out tonight, but people’s plans change. There was also Lacey and Robert, regulars that we had seen were signed up to attend the event that evening. There was also just the surprise factor of the unknown, that couple that we haven’t even met yet.
We walked in the door and immediately began chatting with Renee and the friends she was sitting with at the table. She was a tall caramel-skinned beauty with braids tied high in a bun on top of her head. She had given us the tour of the club the first night we came. By now she must be really tired as she has been running through my fantasies ever since. Her ebony eyes glistened as she laughed with Ginger and me. Her husband was quick with one-liners that kept us all amused.
Gerri and John practically walked into us as we were laughing and joking in front of the entrance. Gerri was a petite brunette with long dark straight hair below her shoulders. She wore a black dress and bright red high heeled shoes. Her dress displayed her ample decolletage that I got a full view of it as bent down to give her a kiss ‘hello’. Her husband John was tall and thin with grey and thinning hair in equal measure. He was always very quiet, but greeted us both with a warm smile.
While we were all laughing and joking John had found a table in the corner of the club and wanted to know if we would join them. I began drinking diet pop and laughing and joking with them and other members of the club. The game was on. Although it did give us a good topic of conversation, it was heading into overtime, which meant I was drinking a lot of diet pop.
Ginger and I went outside to get some air and ran into Lacey and Robert. Lacey was stunning! Long wavy blonde hair outlined her deep V-cut blouse, with soft features that underscored her piercing blue eyes. Robert was broad-chested with arms that appeared chiseled out of granite. He wore a tight thin shirt that showed off all the ripples and striations his muscles made when he moved. He had tightly cropped hair revealing his military background. We immediately hit it off like old friends and chatted away under the warm summer sky. Until the game came back on, that is. When they went back inside I thought this would be the perfect moment to confer with Ginger.
With the big game on, we assumed nothing would be happening until it was over. The only person we had played with before was Gerri. Her husband didn't even watch. Ginger wanted an extra guy involved and I couldn't blame her for that, but all the guys were watching the game. We went back inside and two girls who were dancing immediately grabbed Ginger, telling her how beautiful she was. They gestured me over and I could tell by how drunk they were this was nothing serious. Still, they were fun and we danced a bit with them and had a big group hug and kiss!! Wow, where did that come from?
I went to the bathroom (too much diet pop) and came out to see Lacey sitting alone! Smiling broadly I went over to her and let her know we would love to play with them. She responded with a kiss on the lips and said they will let us know after the game. Wow!!
Being out of diet pop I went over to get myself another and ran into Renee, again. We began laughing and joking as she told me about her new business ventures. As I needed to check in with Ginger I suggested we get together to play. Running her hand down my arm, with a sly smile she told me how much she ‘loves to play’ and would check with her husband, but she had to work until midnight. Wow!!
I returned to Ginger, Gerri, and John. The girls were tired of waiting for the game to end and wanted to find a room. I suggested to John that he come and at least watch, he said he would catch up. My beautiful wife and a petite, brunette all to me? Wow!
We found our ‘lucky room’. Ginger went off to the bathroom to freshen up. I closed the door turned around and Gerri was naked! Wow! When Ginger and I play, we do not start without the other. Gerri and I sat and chatted until Ginger returned.
Gerri began by helping me out of my shirt and running her hands over my chest. She kissed me with her tongue darting around the inside of her mouth. My wife’s hands wrapped around me from behind and she insisted I lay down on the bed. Each girl climbed on either side of me and began kissing me and each other alternatively. My wife asked me how much I was enjoying my all-girl sandwich, since she had greatly enjoyed her ‘manwich’ of a few weeks before. Wow! Soon Ginger was running her lips and tongue up and down my erection, while Gerri and I kissed.
We alternated positions to give Gerri the full attention she deserved. We each took a breast in our mouths while I rubbed Gerri’s clitoris. We had done this before and discussed how great it was, Gerri has infinitely soft breasts. She began convulsing her hips and moaning while Ginger and I alternated kissing her and each other. Gerri wanted my cock in her mouth and I was happy to oblige. Getting on my knees she began swallowing me whole as she rubbed Ginger’s clit. Ginger moaned with pleasure while we kissed over Gerri’s convulsing body. Soon Gerri’s convulsion made it impossible to continue with the blowjob. She was moaning loudly and thrusting her hips against my fingers as I rubbed her clit harder and fucked her with my fingers. Finally, a loud scream ripped from her lips and a puddle appeared on the bed as she reached climax. Ginger and I kissed each other in triumph.
‘Oh my god fuck me’ whispered Gerri. I only needed to hear that request once. I got up and grabbed a condom and had her sit on my throbbing hard penis. I laid back and Ginger sat on my face. Both girls were now enjoying the ride. Ginger’s clit was hyper engorged and protruded from between her legs like a beautiful bright pink flower bud. I licked and played with it with my tongue while Ginger moaned on top of my face. There was a pause in the motion and I could hear the girls giggling after they kissed each other.
Pretty soon I needed a break and came up for air. The girls decided to 69 while I got my breath. Ginger’s dark skin interlaced with Gerri’s pale shade made a perfect writhing and moaning symbol of love. It was beautiful. I needed to fuck my wife. Gerri spread her legs open at one end of the bed, while Ginger got on all fours between them. She leaned down showing me her perfectly brown hourglass hips and ass. Her vagina was pointing straight at my hard dick. I inserted it slowly inside her as a muffled moan came through a mouth full of Gerri’s vagina. I began to pump harder. Ginger lost her concentration on Gerri’s spread pussy. My wife lifted her head and began whelping with pleasure to each thrust of my dick. As she began coming on my dick I could not hold it anymore and filled her with love. A few more thrusts and the three of us lay there in a heap caressing each other. Wow!
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