by Thomas Henry
I eased up onto the barstool two-down from Ted. I wasn’t sure what Ted and Karen were up to, but I assumed that the seat between Ted and me was intended for her. The guy next to me on the other side was involved in a drunken conversation with the man on the other side of him, so he paid no attention to me.
I was pleasantly surprised to see a bottle of Knob Creek bourbon on a shelf behind the bar. I ordered a double on the rocks from the bartendress. She quickly poured it and set it in front of me. I took a drink and glanced at Ted out of the corner of my eye. He just sat there sipping his beer. I knew he was aware I was there. I had seen him glance at me in the mirror behind the bar when I sat down. I wondered where Karen was. Ted didn’t seem concerned about her absence, so I assumed it was part of the fantasy scenario they had planned.
I took another sip of my drink and glanced at the hooker’s reflection in the mirror. She appeared to be a local girl, perhaps mostly Filipino. She had dark, wavy hair and large, dark eyes. I thought her makeup made her look a bit harsh. Because she was sitting behind a table, I couldn’t get a good look at her figure, but she was showing a lot of cleavage. She had a word tattooed across the top of the bulge of her left breast. She was too far away for me to read it.
As I gazed at her, I suddenly realized that she seemed to be looking at me in the mirror. I waited a while and then turned and looked directly at her. She gave me a big smile, her bright red lips framing even white teeth. I smiled back and turned away. I was trying to strike a balance. I didn’t want to be rude to her, but given the circumstances, I didn’t want to encourage her, either.
I was just taking a sip of my second double-bourbon when I saw movement from the corner of my eye. I turned and looked. It was Karen, walking toward the stool between Ted and me, looking like I never had seen her before. She wore an extremely tight red knit dress that clung to her every curve, nook, and cranny. It was so short it barely hid her pussy. The neckline plunged to her navel. It was almost embarrassingly obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything under it. Her stiletto heels made her ass roll and her unsupported breasts sway deliciously with each step. Her makeup was nice, but her false eyelashes were as exaggerated as her dress.
Every eye in the bar was on her as she sauntered over toward me. She turned sideways, rubbing her tits against my arm as she slipped into the space between me and the empty barstool.
“Oh, excuse me sir,” she said, pressing her breast hard against my arm as she pushed her ass up onto the barstool. I glanced over at the hooker. She was staring daggers at Karen.
Now situated on the barstool, Karen looked back and forth between Ted and me a couple of times and asked, “Would one of you gentlemen like to buy a lady a drink?”
I had to stifle a laugh as I nodded my head. This whole scenario was about as stereotypical and cheesy as they get, but I was getting a kick out of it. I managed to say “sure” just about the time Ted said, “Yes.”
The bartendress looked at Ted, then me, and then at Karen. “What’ll you have?” she asked Karen.
“Two, um, Tanqueray-and-tonics,” Karen said, winking at me in the mirror.
“You want a double?” the bartendress asked.
“No, two drinks,” Karen said, holding up two fingers. “I think I’m going to have two of everything tonight.”
The bartendress brought the two drinks and set them in front of Karen. She looked at me and then at Ted. We both tossed ten-dollar bills on the bar.
Karen picked up one of the drinks and drank it straight down. “Ah, thas’s better,” she said.
She placed her hand on my thigh and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you, sir,” she said in a stage whisper. I was pretty sure I had red lip prints on my face.
“Why aren’t you wearing the special panties I gave you?” I asked as I took another sip of my drink.
Karen batted her false eyelashes at me and, affecting a strange accent, said, “I am the most interesting woman in the world. I don’t always wear panties, but when I do…I wear yours.”
I choked down my drink, trying not to spray it all over the bar.
Karen picked up her second drink and took a swig. She leaned over to Ted and kissed him on the cheek. He definitely had lip prints.
Karen turned back to me. “Do you have a car?” she asked. I nodded. “Well, would you like to give me a ride?”
Absolutely everyone in the bar was watching. It was all I could do to keep a straight face. “Sure,” I said.
Karen turned to Ted. “How about you? Would you like to give me a ride?”
“I’d love to,” Ted said.
Karen downed the rest of her second drink. “Okay, gentlemen. Let’s go.” She spun around on the barstool and slipped onto her feet. She had to hold onto the barstool for a moment to steady herself on her stilettos.
As I slid off my stool to follow, I realized that I had a considerable bulge in my pants. I hoped everyone noticed.
Karen stepped between Ted and me and took each of us by the arm. “Let’s all go for a ride,” she said loudly enough for the whole bar to hear.
We walked arm-in-arm to the elevator, Karen swaying her hips so much that she alternately bumped Ted and me with each step. I glanced back toward the bar. Everyone was still watching. The elevator doors opened. Karen let go of our arms and entered the elevator first. Ted and I followed, one on each side of her. As the doors started to close, Karen pulled the hem of her dress up over her hips and mooned the bar. I glanced back. Everyone in the bar was laughing. Everyone except the hooker. She was giving Karen the finger.
The elevator arrived at our floor and the doors opened. We were at the end of a long hallway with rooms on each side. “We’re almost at the other end,” Ted said, fishing a card-key out of his shirt pocket.
Karen sashayed down the hallway ahead of us. I had a sense of déjà vu, remembering the time Mai had stripped off her dress in the hallway of Bill’s condo the night he and I had a Devil’s threesome with her. I was tempted to strip Karen right there in the hotel hallway. I resisted until we were standing in front of the room, waiting for Ted to unlock the door. As soon as the green light flashed, I took hold of Karen’s dress and pulled it off over her head. Nonplussed, she reached back and grabbed me by the balls as we made our way into the room.
I tossed Karen’s dress in the general direction of the king-size bed and cupped her breasts. I pressed my swollen cock against her bare ass and whispered in her ear, “You belong to me.”
Karen nodded and wiggled her ass against the bulge in my pants.
Ted bolted the door and tossed the card-key on the television cabinet. He started stripping off his clothes. I did the same. The three of us tumbled into bed. We all were sufficiently buzzed that I’m not sure anyone cared exactly who was groping whom, or where.
Eventually, Ted and I managed to get Karen on her back between us. We each sucked on a nipple and fingered her pussy. Ted worked his fingers into her, and I rubbed her clit. Before long, Karen was dripping wet. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me, rubbing her pussy against the head of my cock. Then she suddenly impaled herself on me, taking my whole length and lying down on my chest with her ass spread apart.
“Fuck my ass, Ted.”
I had wondered which of us was going to end up in which hole. And now I wondered if Ted was concerned that Karen was riding me bareback. My intention was to have my sperm in both Karen’s pussy and her ass before the night was over, but I had no idea if Ted was on board with that.
Karen kissed me as she slowly glided up and down my cock, grinding her breasts into my chest. Ted produced a tube of K-Y Jelly and greased his rigid cock. Then he worked a glob into Karen’s anus.
Karen stopped moving and rested on my chest as Ted knelt behind her and pressed his cock into her tight opening. Karen seemed fairly relaxed as he pushed all the way into her, his balls rubbing against mine. “You’ve been practicing,” I whispered.
“Yeah, he’s been up my ass all week,” Karen whis
pered back. “I’m getting used to it.”
I had a sudden jealous knot in my stomach, and that worried me a bit. Was I getting too possessive of Karen? After all, she was Ted’s wife, and sooner or later, he would be transferred and she would leave me. Or was I getting carried away with my semi-conscious fantasy that Karen was Rachel? That might make more sense of the jealousy. But either way, sooner or later, I was going to lose Karen, and that could be very difficult for me.
I tried to shake off my negative feelings and concentrate on the moment. Karen was still lying motionless on top of me as Ted started moving, sliding his cock back and forth in Karen’s ass. Each time he plunged into her, his rigid cock rubbed against the underside of my rock-hard penis, and his dangling balls pressed against mine. I wondered if sharing a woman was supposed to be some kind of bonding experience between men. If so, I wasn’t yet feeling the bond.
Once Ted had set up a rhythm, Karen started moving in response, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. Her movement caused her pussy to slide up and down my cock, and I soon began to move in time with her. The effect was that Ted and I were sliding in and out of Karen in tandem, with our balls pressed together.
The sensation of Ted’s cock rubbing against mine while we fucked Karen was incredibly stimulating, and I quickly became concerned that I might cum too soon. Apparently, Ted was having the same problem. He suddenly said, “Oh, shit!” He grabbed Karen’s hips and began ramming his cock into her. I could feel the throbbing of his cock as he pumped his cum into Karen’s ass. That was it for me. I lost control and flooded Karen’s vagina with my own semen.
Poor Karen grabbed my shoulders and held tight until Ted and I finished battering her. I couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it or just trying to endure it. In any event, I was pretty sure she didn’t cum with us.
Ted pulled out of Karen and flopped onto his back next to us. He was perspiring and breathing hard. His cock stood straight up. I wondered if he had taken a Viagra again tonight. I wondered if I should have. My passion was spent, for the moment, anyway, but thankfully, I still was hard.
“Shit, that was incredible!” Ted said. “Give me a couple of minutes to catch my breath, and I’ll be ready to switch places.”
Karen remained impaled on my cock, but she leaned over and kissed Ted. “You need to go wash up first,” she said, “before you put your cock in my pussy.”
Karen put her head on my chest, and we all lay quietly for a couple of minutes. Then Ted got up and went into the bathroom. Karen kissed me deeply and then slowly rose up, letting my cock slide out of her pussy, and allowing some of my semen to drip on my stomach. She lay down on her side next to me and began slowly stroking me.
“Ooh, you’re still hard. Are you ready to use that thing in my ass?”
I just gazed into her eyes and nodded. She leaned over and began sucking me while she fondled my balls. My passion came roaring back.
“Come sit on my lap,” I said as I propped my shoulders on a couple of pillows.
Karen got up and squatted over my cock with her back to me. She steadied herself with one hand on my thigh as she used the other to guide my eager penis into her ass. She was sloppy with a mixture of K-Y and Ted’s semen, so she had no trouble sliding down until I was in her to the hilt. She shifted her weight off her feet and stretched her legs out on top of mine. She leaned back and put her head on my shoulder. I kissed her cheek and cupped her breasts, gently working her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
“How was it?” I asked. “Did you enjoy having two men at the same time?”
“It was ok.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Not really. Well, a little when Ted really started pounding me.”
I kissed Karen’s cheek again. She turned her head and gave me her lips. I slipped my fingers between the semen-soaked folds of her pussy. When my fingers were nice and lubricated, I started massaging her clit. She tensed and started moving with the motion of my fingers.
We were interrupted when Ted opened the bathroom door. His cock was still standing at attention. I was impressed.
He climbed onto the bed with us and knelt between our legs. He reached down and joined me in touching Karen’s pussy. While I continued to massage her clit, he penetrated her and spread my semen all around to lubricate her.
Karen pulled her feet back and spread her knees wide open. She grasped Ted’s cock and pulled him toward her, guiding him into her.
This time, the sensation was different. I guess the angle of penetration had changed, and Ted’s cock seemed to rub more forcefully up and down the underside of my own. I had almost Karen’s total weight in my lap, so I wasn’t able to thrust very well. I decided just to lay back and let Ted do all the work.
Ted placed his hands on the headboard, just above my shoulders. I cupped Karen’s breasts again, massaging them as Ted leaned down and gave Karen a deep, penetrating kiss. She moaned and wrapped her arms around him. I got that knot in my stomach again.
Ted continued slowly fucking Karen’s pussy for some time. I had the feeling that he might be running on Viagra alone, with not enough passion to cum again right away. After a while, Karen sort of leaned sideways and reached down under her leg so she could fondle Ted’s balls. That seemed to have an almost immediate effect. He started giving her deep strokes, his cock rubbing hard against my own.
Ted plunged his cock into Karen and held, shuddering. Once again, I could feel him throbbing against me as he pumped his semen into her. Karen held his head to her chest, trapping my hands, as his spasms dwindled. I was still rock-hard, deep in Karen’s ass. But maybe because I really couldn’t move very much, I didn’t cum with Ted this time. And I was sure Karen hadn’t cum yet, either.
“Christ, I’m worn out,” Ted mumbled as he pulled out and rolled over onto his back again. He threw his arm over his eyes, and lay there breathing hard.
Karen started to sit up, but I pulled her back down against me. “Not yet, Sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear.
“Didn’t you cum?” she asked.
“No, but that’s not why I want to keep you on top of me.” I slid my hands down her tummy. I let the fingers of one hand rake through her manicured pubic hair while the fingers of the other hand slipped into her pussy. She was overflowing with a mixture of Ted’s and my semen. I spread it around. I slipped my two middle fingers into her and rubbed her g-spot. Once again, she tensed and started squirming with the movement of my hand. I slipped the other hand down and began massaging her clit in a slow, circular motion. At first, I was gentle, but as Karen’s movements became more forceful, so did my pressure on her clit. She bucked against me and then squeezed my hands tight between her thighs as she shuddered. She reached back and took my head in her hands as she continued to cum. Feeling her cum in my lap drove me over the edge and I spilled my second load of semen into her.
Karen relaxed and lay back on me again, her head on my shoulder, and her cheek pressed hard against mine.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
I turned my head so my lips brushed against her ear. “You belong to me,” I whispered back. Karen slowly nodded her head several times.
My cock finally softened enough that it slipped out of Karen’s ass, along with a gush of semen. I absently wondered what housekeeping was going to think in the morning. But, I supposed they are accustomed to seeing sheets in all kinds of conditions.
Karen struggled a bit, getting up off of my lap. She managed to work her way to the edge of the bed and stood up.
“I need a shower,” she said.
I had thoughts of joining her and was about to get up myself when Ted came to life and jumped up. He came around to Karen’s side of the bed and gave her a little slap on the ass.
“Let’s go,” he said. “I’ll wash your back.”
Karen glanced over her shoulder at me as he herded her into the bathroom.
As the shower started to run, I wondered what I should do. It was just like that first time at
their house. I figured they weren’t expecting me to stay for breakfast, so I thought I should take off. I really needed a shower, too, but I thought it might be awkward to wait around until they were done. So, I wiped myself off with the corner of the top sheet and got dressed.
The bathroom door was ajar. My heart really didn’t want me to do it, but I couldn’t resist peeking at them. The shower had a translucent curtain, so I couldn’t see them clearly. But I could see that they were kissing. Karen had her arms draped around Ted’s neck, her breasts crushed against his chest, and he was cupping her ass with his hands. For a moment, I thought she was Rachel with that other guy. I was sorry I looked.
I very quietly unlocked the door and let myself out, placing the “Do Not Disturb” card on the outside of the door.
The wait for the elevator seemed eternal. I could hear the machinery working, but it took a very long time to come. When the “ding” finally announced its arrival, I expected to find it full of people. But it was totally empty.
I got in and pushed the lobby button. The doors closed and the elevator lurched downward. A few seconds later, it bumped to a stop and the doors opened again. The hooker from the bar stepped into the elevator and stood next to me. Now I could read the tattoo on her left breast. It said, “Bobby.”
I guess she noticed me looking. “Old boyfriend,” she said. “I was a stupid kid.”
The doors closed again, and the elevator lurched downward again.
“So how was she?” she asked. “You guys both fuck her?”
“Well, you know…a gentleman never…”
“Bullshit! What happened? The young guykick your ass out?”
“Something like that.”
The elevator bumped to a stop and the doors opened onto the lobby. As the hooker stepped through the door, she looked back over her shoulder, winked, and said, “I’m here every night.”
