I was managing a resort hotel on a small island in the Caribbean, owned by a large international chain. I was 45 at the time, still single, but I had met a beautiful 28-year-old blonde girl, Suzanne, and we were quite in love and intended to marry as soon as possible.
But we had a problem we’d been unable to resolve. The hotel chain barred fraternization between management and employees. Since Suzanne was my secretary, we had to keep the romance secret, at least at work.
Actually, Suzanne functioned more as my administrative assistant than as just a secretary. She increasingly took the initiative in making decisions I guess I should have made, and she farmed out most of her secretarial work to junior staff. She was an assertive young lady, but I have to admit that it was this—as well as her killer body—that attracted me to her.
Myrna, my 25-year-old blonde green-eyed wife, loves posing for pictures. We have thousands of photos of her by now, in many poses, both alone and with others. We do a lot of outdoor as well as indoor shots, and I like to snap her in unusual places whenever possible.
I also get off on watching her have sex with other men, and we have many photos of that too.
Recently we spent an afternoon picnicking in the woods, and since I always have a camera with me, we decided take some impromptu shots.
How do some of the world’s great ideas come about? Like the idea of arranging a threesome with two gorgeous, sexy, mature ladies? Here’s how I conceived of it and made it work. All three of us now love it.
I had been fucking my longtime family friend Elly for over a year. Last month I added a longtime neighbor, Bess. Both are in their late 40s—beautiful, shapely, pleasant and ma ture.
Elly is blonde, with great legs, a nice rear and just-right tits. Her best feature is her eyes, which stare at me lovingly when I shoot my load in her pussy. That is, when they aren’t shut tight in total ecstasy. Another “best” I should add is the way she moans. Bess is Asian, darker-skinned and slimmer. Different as they are in appearance, they have so much in common that to me they’re like twins.
Both are fantastic fucks, although quite different in style. Elly is softer and quiet er, with slower movements, much like her everyday personality. Bess’s everyday personality is similar, but once her sex switch is thrown, she’s a different person—loud, brassy, dirty-talking, assertive. She knows what she wants, and gets it.
This brings us back to my initial question of how great ideas come about. From the day we started, my neighbor Bess let me know a particular act she heavily needed, and I sure liked giving it to her. It was cunt-licking. Does she ever like cunt-licking! She likes it every bit as much as fucking, and boy, does she love fucking!
Our first few times together she totally wore out my tongue. She also totally wore out my prick. And I’m ten years younger than she! Before session four, I had to sit her down for a discussion and compromise. In return for Bess backing off a bit on her cunt-licking requirements, I agreed to gradually build up my tongue stamina, doing a little more each session.
Bess said she knew this buildup could be done be cause her husband achieved it early in their marriage. But with age he’s declined too much in tongue and prick power. Hence Bess initiated her affair with me. My wife had told her recently that I was as strong as ever. Wives like to trade such info!
My wife had told Elly, the family friend, the same thing two years earlier when her hus band had slowed down. I continue to wonder if my wife, who is slowing down herself, maybe set me up with these beautiful and still-strong ladies. Our unstated understanding seems to be “Don’t ask, don’t tell.”
Elly was so reluctant and uncertain about cheating on her husband that she initially insisted on cunt-licking only. That was okay with me. Any thing to get her to spread those smooth, shapely legs for me, legs I had looked at longingly since I was a teen ager. And just to show you how voracious Bess’s cunt-licking needs are, back then I thought my tongue skills were already well-developed! Even more so after two years of Elly.
Elly’s limitation to licking went on for six months. I was patient and didn’t push. I was really quite satisfied. First with the beautiful intimacy with my beautiful friend, close to but not quite incestuous. Then, she had the best-tasting pussy ever and the nicest inner thighs to wrap around my head. Lastly were her heavenly appreciative moans.
Still, I wanted to fuck Elly in the worst way. One day as we were mounting each other for our usual great 69, this gorgeous lady suddenly turned around, pushed me down and lowered her hot pussy onto my hard shaft and fucked the hell out of me.
“I haven’t been fucked for three weeks,” she said, breathing heavily. “My cunt is now ready anytime your prick wants it!” Those were the best words I’d heard in my life! There are reasons I’m called “Lucky Lou.” This time it was the fact I hadn’t been laid for ten days, and was able to shoot streams and ropes and squirts of jism seemingly nonstop in Elly. Three big loads in one hour! That qualifies as a good first impression.
“Jesus, Lou, your wife was right!” Elly said, “You could have filled two cunts with that volume.”
Prophetic words!
I anticipated Elly would thereafter back off on our cunt-licking to make room for fucking. Not so. Which is why I thought my pre-Bess tongue was well-developed.
By now you probably can see these cunt-licking factors building up, but something else was still needed to cause these factors to coalesce into my great idea. It came a few sessions after my compromise discussion with Bess. Always a straight talker, she said, “Lou, sweet heart, I know you’ve been trying, and I love you for it, but—” She paused. “I need more cunt-licking.”
My shock, my disappointment hit me hard. My heart and brain stopped—and then raced to survival mode. No way did I want to lose this great piece of ass. A bright light flashed, and in a split second there it was laid out! The problem and solution flashed, near simultaneously. The problem: With two ladies, two cunts—too much cunt for one tongue to lick. The solution: If you put them all together, there are actually three tongues for the two cunts. That’s it! Of course! A threesome!
I continued our discussion calmly but confidently. “Bess, if it’s more cunt-licking you want, then you shall have it! And more!” I paused for effect. “I’ll call up the reserves and double the tongue.”
Bess, always a bright one, figured it out, but not quite right. “Oh no, you don’t! You’re going to bring in a friend. No! One prick is all I want. And I can’t do that to my husband, cheat with two men. I will only cheat with a longtime friend like you.”
“Bess, sweetheart,” I said, “you’re right but have the ratios wrong. There won’t be two tongues and two pricks at your service.” I took a deep breath, crossed my fingers and said slowly, “You’ll have two tongues, one prick—and a pussy.”
She frowned, thinking, then suddenly smiled. She grabbed me and hugged me. “It’s a she! Brilliant! Perfect!” She squeezed me hard. “So that’s what you meant by “‘and more’! I’ll be licking and get licked! I love you!” My beautiful neighbor was jumping up and down. “But wait!” she said. “I don’t know who it is. This may exceed my risk tolerance. Who is she? Has she agreed? Do I know her? Will I like her?”
“To your last three questions, it’s: not yet, yes and yes. Regarding your “‘who,’ I know her intimately, and I mean regularly intimately. I love her, and if you love your self, you’ll love her, because you’re almost the same person. Beautiful, shapely, naturally sexy and totally nice. She’ll be safe for you. And, oh yes, you know each other, but not well.”
“Lou, you’re a genius!” she said. “I get another tongue to lick my pussy and a pussy to lick. And assuming you’re already fucking her, she now gets a pussy to lick and a female tongue to lick her. All at once. Lou, I’ll say it again, you’re a genius! But first, I must know who she is.”
“Bess, I could tell you right now, but I have a better idea. To make it more exciting, I propose a special first meeting. Both of you come to my place when my wife is away, but initially I’ll keep you apart, in separate rooms. You both put on sexy, frilly baby dolls, without panties. I blindfold you both and bring you into the master bedroom.
“You stand together and kiss. No talking to give yourselves away, although you can moan. If all goes well, I’ll have you move to tit-feeling and sucking. Then to pussy-patting and finger-fucking. At any time, either of you can call a stop and leave, sight unseen.
“When I determine your pussies are hot and wet enough, via tongue test, I’ll guide you to my king-size bed to lie down in a 69 posi tion, and you’ll go at it. When the first one feels an orgasm coming on, I’ll remove both blindfolds so you can see who you’re with.”
“God, Lou, you have me wet just hearing the plan.”
“I can near guarantee you will both experience one of the greatest sexual moments of your lives, maybe the greatest. Relying on my judgment is the only risk you’ll be taking, and if either of you doesn’t trust me by now, what can I say?”
“Sign me up for Plan B-for-blindfolds. Now you get right between my legs and lick my juices, then pump me full of yours.”
I did. It was our best session ever—until The Day.
My idea implementation was going well. One down, one to go: Elly. I decided the perfect timing for my idea presentation would be our usual mid-glow rest after a lengthy cunt lick and my first quick load in her pussy. For five minutes thereafter we just kiss softly and talk nice, before she cocksucks me back up for our half-hour fuck.
This time I started by rem iniscing: “Elly, sweetheart, isn’t it nice our excitement level stays so high? It’s been several years. Thanks to you we’ve gradually expanded our repertoire. The initial cunt-licking was really nice. Over the months as you became more comfortable with stepping out on your husband, we added cocksucking, and then for the past year fucking.”
Elly smiled and said, “Yes, we’re good together.”
I paused, then resumed slowly: “You know, I’ve been thinking lately of adding another enhancement to our sexual pleasure. I think you’d love it. I know I would. Further, you’d be helping someone else in need.”
“Someone?” Elly said, glaring at me. “If it’s one of your buddies for an occasional threesome, forget it. Guys like to brag. Except you, of course.”
“You are correct, Elly,” I said. “It is a good buddy of mine, but a fuck buddy.”
“Wait a minute, Lou,” she said. “Maybe you’re on to something. I really would like to add a pussy and a soft tongue. My roommate Tess and I did each other for a year. I do miss it.”
I smiled, and she continued: “It started innocently. She loved cocksucking, with swallowing, and once when things became sparse for her she asked if she could lick and suck the jism out of my pussy when I returned with a cuntload after a fuck date. What are roommates for? But her tongue was nice and soft compared with guys’, immediately making me so hot, I had to go quickly into a 69 with her.”
Keep in mind, Elly and I were still in our “rest” period. However, hearing this disclo sure had my prick so hard, I had to interrupt her and get back in her. The story about the roommate sex got me to pounding her so hard, her voice became staccato.
“Damn, Lou, I really got you hot! We played a game, as only girls can do. Each time Tess ate me out, she had to guess who fucked me. She got good at it, with my two or three guys per suck. I had a half-dozen reg ulars, but as a tease I’d peri odically get her a strange load. She got two flavors per cunt lick: first my fucker’s, strong because of LIFO last in, first out—jism, that is . I purposely ended the date when he shot his load so I could bring most of it home, with minimal dripping down my legs. This concentration was needed because within a minute her hot tongue had me squirting heavily, diluting his squirt. She liked the com bination, saying it was like vintners mixing two varieties—say, a good merlot and cab to make a better red.
“After a month Tess got back into the fuck scene, so she did turnabout for me. Anticipating this, I learned my guys’ tastes, so many times when she fucked one of my friends I bewildered her until she caught on by guessing the right name the first time! We especially enjoyed evenings we both got fucked. We really weren’t Lezzies, because we didn’t 69 on no-fuck nights. In essence it was “‘no fuck, no suck’—except, we agreed, if we went fuckless seven days. This happened twice. It was nice having a substitute.”
All the time I was pounding Elly furiously. When she finished her story, I cracked her up with: “Elly, sweetheart, can I take that as a yes to the threesome idea?”
“Yes, bring her on!”
I explained the blindfold deal. She said, “Lou, I have confidence in your choice.” Then she added a wonderful compliment. “Lou, sweet heart, I’ll still want Lou-only sessions.” Is it any wonder I love this beautiful lady?
I could write a whole letter on that first threesome. The blindfold plan worked beyond my wildest dreams. The ladies absolutely loved it. The thrill of the unknown intensified their pleasure. I nearly shot my load just see ing them come out in their sexy outfits and embrace hotly. My one surprise was the speed that they went through the steps, from initial kissing while standing to first orgasm locked in a 69 on the bed. In future sessions they lingered and savored each step, but that first time, with the blindfolds, they wanted cunt juice in the face ASAP. This, we all agreed, was testimony to the excellence of my idea.
If there was a peak peak moment, it was when the blindfolds were removed. There was squealing and moaning and yelling like I’ve never heard, mixed with yells of “Elly!” “Bess!” “It’s you!” “What a cunt!” “I love it!” “I love you!” “Spray in my face!” “I’ll stay there forever!” “Lou, she’s beautiful!” “What a cunt!” Their yells went on and on, mixed with heavy gasps for air.
It seemed to me their pussies gushed and squirted and spurted and sprayed continuously for five or ten minutes, at which time they both lay back, exhausted, faces come-covered, my bed sheets soaked.
Halfway through, I had added my own spew, half on each face-in-cunt. “The hell with it,” I said, and used my hand to pump out all I could. Bess saw it flying at her and opened her mouth for it. Elly was oblivious, immersed in Bess’s cunt.
I had planned to save my first load to shoot in Elly’s hot pussy as she knelt, ass up, licking Bess. But I didn’t stand a chance watching these sexy ladies go at each other in stockings, garter belts and lacy baby dolls.
To my delight, after five minutes’ recovery the ladies asked for exactly that threesome lineup. We had been talking nonstop, though breathlessly, describing our success, when Elly said, “After that I need a good fuck. Bess, do you mind?”
“Not if you lick my cunt for a threeway,” Bess said. “I love your soft tongue. But I get Lou then. I love his prick.”
For me it was a lifelong dream come true to finally crawl up to Elly’s fabulous upturned rear and pussy, pause a moment to savor, then slowly slide my cock in to the hilt while my gorgeous Bess and I stared at each other. Bess was flat on her back, her pretty legs spread wide. As I slid into Elly, she was driving her tongue into Bess’s pussy. Three loud moans, as one, announced the two penetrations.
The moans and yells never stopped. It’s that way with such sexual “firsts.” We all anticipated I would go my usual 20 minutes for load number two. However, our pleasure-overloaded senses disallowed this, and in just five minutes Elly was yelling, “Bess, Bess, he’s coming! I feel it squirting! Big pulses! Deep! I’m getting fucked good!” —the lustful words muffled somewhat by a sudden in-your-face spray from Bess’s cunt.
I was thinking, “My kingdom for a video recorder,” in order to capture the beau tiful erotic outbursts and thrashings by these hot mature ladies. My thinking quickly shifted back to my total enjoyment of this scene. My prick was still shooting. How could it not?
This time a ten-minute break was needed, and then a dual blowjob to get me up for round three. We chose a repeat lineup, but with the ladies reversed. I crawled up Bess’s perfect ass and stared ahead at sexy Elly lying on her back with a tongue on her pussy. Shove-ins occurred, and we were off and running, yelling and shooting and moaning and pounding.
“Where do we go from here?” was the question after we showered, dressed and enjoyed a relaxing drink. An advantage of doing mature ladies is that they have a practical streak to balance their intense passion. This can be good or bad for the guy, depending. I knew I’d never get the ten fucks per lady I teasingly bid for. I let them negotiate. I admit they were reasonable.
Bess summed up the ladies’ thinking about future meetings: “I see two key factors. First, our chance of being caught by our mates increases with frequency. Second, how much do we love the threesome but still love the straight one-on-one fucking? So let’s continue with our schedule of Lou fucking us each twice a month separately and initially add a once-a-month threesome.” She paused, and we all nodded agreement. Bess continued, “We can see how this goes for a while and then revisit for possible adjustments.”
As we parted, those beau ties held my hand and said softly, “Lou, sweetheart, how can we ever thank you for bringing us together?” Then silence, as soft, passionate kisses were exchanged.
It’s been three months, and things couldn’t be better. I have observed that the ladies’ husbands have been brought together for a weekly round of golf, 18 holes. I suspect the ladies may be freeing up time for addition al, women-only activity. I feel pretty good about that!
So there you have it, how one of the world’s great ideas was conceived and carried out. And why gorgeous, mature ladies are the world’s greatest.—Name and address withheld
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