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Randy became my part time help and yard boy. I knew enough to keep him at arms length. I felt prudent I keep it a once a week thing. I may enjoy his attention and enjoy our time together, but I laid down the law before we had some fun again. He was not permitted to call me, If I wanted him, I would call. Secondly I paid him to work, not to fuck. He was there to work, the screwing was just a pleasant past time between friends. The routine usually worked out on Tuesday and Thursday as he did not have but one early class. Before he came over I told him to bring a change of clothes. We would work from around ten till about two, then break for lunch, afterwords we might work but usually we would grab a quick shower and enjoy each other for an hour or so,.Clean up, dress and then strengthen up the work area. He would leave hours before Paul returned home. Paul usually finished work at six, then went through the ritual of a couple drinks after work and had about a twenty minute commute home. I seldom saw Paul in before eight. I had enough time to do my house work, which was now pretty light with only one k** at home and now that he had a car, he was usually over at his girlfriend's till about ten or eleven. I was fortunate to have him show some interest in a girl with a good head on her shoulders. I knew her parents and the fact that she was in four AP classes as a senior. My youngest Bobby, was a jock and he struggled in math. I knew if she was over there to study, that is what they were doing, at least most of the time. I had ask her mother point blank when the k**s started getting serious if she was on the pill. To my relief she was.
I really didn't have any inner struggles about my extra curricular activities. I was hurting no one. I felt more like a woman that I had in years. But best of all my private time with Paul had become a lot more interesting. Besides, by now I had sixteen encounters with his girls on file. I guess I could black mail him with them, but I usually just watched them a couple of times while I was having my “me time” most mornings when I was in the mood. Paul had gotten me a nice desk computer for our room and the best thing about it was I could broadcast the computer on the big screen at the foot of our bed. I looked forward to my clandestine videos of him and I enjoyed mimicking the actions of the girls he paid with Randy.
My behavior in the bed room had gotten much more colorful. Paul is such a stickler for organization I could depend on him to preform three times a week, like clockwork. Usually we cruised the web watching porn for about half an hour. I usually gave him the mouse. I am always surprised at what he thinks is hot. Much more kinky than I would expect someone who was so inherently anal. Not, OCD, but a mania for order. He would give me a hug and a kiss and go down on me for a few minutes and we would transition to me blowing him or going 69. We had determined that it was worth the wait for me to cum first before he penetrated me. One thing I noticed was I no longer closed my eyes during sex. I was no longer “taking it”, I was in control and I was dishing it out. I learned to control his orgasms and make him last for at least forty minutes for the normal one pop sex we usually had during the week. I also let him watch me masturbate with my vibe. I was surprised to see how much attention he paid to my face.
Still I resented the secrecy and dishonesty between us. I determined to do something about it.
Saturday nights have always been special for as long as we have been together. Even when we were young and just starting out and didn’t have a dollar between us, we tried to do something. Before the k**s it was our “try and fuck each other to death” night, but until recently I never expected to experience the raw passion and uninhibited sex we used to have. This weekend Saturday night was a dinner at a reasonably high end restaurant. I already had a plan in motion and he was clueless.
After we got home we shower together and I let him lay in the middle of the bed nude. He was watching some some vintage porn. I told him that I had a little surprise for him and held out a package I had picked up from the novelty store. He was surprised to see a set of nylon restraints. He ask if I wanted to be tied up, I simply replied,”You first”.
He smiled and nodded. I think the Zanex I slipped him from his scipt and three glasses of Bordeaux at dinner helped with his agreement. First things first, get him tied down. After he was secured to the brass foot and head board, I started to blow him for a few minutes and then proceeded to mount him. After I started to feel him get close, I dismounted and loaded a video I had edited down from his encounters with his girls. Basicly it was thirty second clips of him cumming in them or popping his wad in a condom. There was about 10 minutes of material. He might have been relaxed when laid down but he was anything but now. As he struggled ageist his bonds I said nothing as he apologized and begged for mercy. Instead I simply went down on him and started giving the best head I knew how to. His protest and apologies slowly abated as he realized I wasn't going to kill him. After he was as hard as I could get him with my mouth, I remounted him reverse cowgirl and told him to keep watching the video. My last segment was one of me and Randy, one that was not thirty seconds long. It was more like a half hour. As I saw the image of Randy in an enthusiastic missionary fuck on me I swung around and faced him, “Paul, relax I'm not angry with you. I just don't any more secrets between us”. Understanding slowly started to show in Paul's face. All he could do was mutter was OK.
I'm not a dominatrix, I didn't want to humiliate Paul. I just didn't want any barriers between us. We had been partners in each others lives for twenty five years and I always knew I could depend on him. I don't think us rubbing genitals with other people was going to change that. I released him from his bonds and to be honest we both had a good cry followed with some very sweet and tinder love making.
I wanted a little more. I want him to prove his promise, and I knew how to do it.
The next trip he made I had a plan. As I had noticed earlier, his girls were his reward to himself for keeping his nose to the grindstone during the week, he almost always called a girl the night before the returned home. He had gobs of frequent flier miles and we shared a credit card account. So I bought a ticket to where he was doing business and arrived during the day while he was still at work. I checked into his hotel and even managed to get a room close to his. Next I called his escort service he used there and told them I was interested in there service. I was given a web address and a pass word. after I had gave them my credit card authorization for five hundred bucks. There were a good selection of girls , and a few boys- and something I wasn't expecting, couples. Initially my plan was to arrive first before he usually called his service and be there when Kate arrived,(his girl here). My plan was to have a three way with him and Kate but the unexpected news that I could get a couple to come by and fuck us put a whole new spin on my plans. There were four couples, the one that caught my eye was a couple who could have passed for us a couple of decades ago. They were photographed together both dressed and nude. They were not suggestive in and of themselves, but it gave me the impression of a couple of young people that were comfortable in their own skins. I punched in a reservation and paid another five hundred to secure the appointment. Now I had a few hours to kill so I made a course of a little self indulgent room service, ice cream, fresh straw berries and a small bottle of white wine. After wards I had a nice soaking bath and took a nap till about six. My appointment was for eight so I dressed in a retro jump suit that fit tightly with enough color in it to make a peacock jealous, and nothing else. I applied decidedly make up than I usually do and put on a pair of fuck-me heals that made me as tall as Paul. Looking at the results in the mirror I was glad I didn't have to go to the elevator to get to his room, I looked like a disco whore from 1980. I got a call from my dates, telling me they would be arriving at Paul's room at eight sharp. It was show time.
As I walked to Paul's room I had a few butterflies and a little apprehension. He was shocked when he opened the door. I later learned that he was expecting room service to deliver a few mini bottles of his favorite Scotch. That came in five minutes later. I guess I had interrupted him ordering up Kate's service because his phone was in his hand. He stated that there had been a change in plans and he canceled. He stated that he couldn't get over me being there and how big a surprise this was. All I could do was give him a evil little smile and say “Buster , you haven’t seen any thing yet”.
He was desperate to find out what I had planed but I told him to relax and enjoy the ride. We caught up on our weeks activity like we usually did when we were on Skype . He said he hadn’t seen me dressed like this sense we were in school and it gave him a charge. He was still dressed with the exception of his shoes, tie and coat so I had him strip down and put on a pair of sleeping pants and a smoking jacket I had got for his birthday.
At 7:59 there was a soft knock on the door, and I told hubby to set on the bed and wait. I stepped out in the hall and spoke to the featured entertainment for a moment. After brief introductions, I told the young chick to go on in and start on Paul. Her husband and I would be in in a few moments. The girl was nice, above average with a nice rack and very fair skin. But the guy was really a knock out. I could see that Deb, his wife had wasted no time getting things started , she was completely nude before she round the corner towards the bed where Paul waited, (he couldn't see the door or entry from the bed). I was surprised how quickly she could get out of her clothing, nude on the count to four. Shoes, jeans and panties then a pullover sweater and tee. Ten seconds top. She walked over to his side and introduced herself and ask if he liked what he saw and how neat it must be to have a wife so cool sexually. As soon as she had Paul's dick in her mouth, I turned around to check out the beef stake that had arrived. His name was Rob, about 6 foot 1, 200 lbs and not a speck of fat I could see. Nice tan, sun bleached hair and nice teeth. The best part was what I felt as I gave him a little hug, his cock was at least seven inches long and thick as I could feel it climb ageist my lower tummy while we embraced. I stepped back into view of Paul and kicked off my shoes and unzipped the jump suit and peeled off it off . I glanced back at Rob and he had taken the hint and was already in his birthday suit,,( I was correct about his cock). The only instructions I gave Deb in the hall was to have a good time and to get Paul inside her as quickly as possible. She was in the act of impaling herself on him with the assistance of some Astrolube as I led Bob in hand in hand. I went to the far side of the bed. I climbed across the queen size and started giving Paul a passionate kiss as Deb started to work a rhythm on her ride. True to form Paul had his eyes closed and had not seen Rob yet. Rob started to give me head, but I reached behind me and grabbed his hand, guiding him wards my pussy. He certainly took direction well. He was behind me easing his rod into me before Paul realized what was up. He opened his eyes , not in fear or outrage but real surprise. As our hired partners went to work on us I gave him another deep kiss. This was going to be a night to remember.
After the guys had both had their initial cum we settled down and we took a break, had some drinks and made small talk. Paul had come first, and was was quite satisfied to watch Rob on top of me , my knees up as far as I could get them, giving me a very nice pounding. I knew my conquest of Paul was complete as he caressed my tits and kissed me as Rob did a delightful job on my pussy.
The k**s said they were students, Rob worked as a life guard at a municipal pool in one of the burbs, Deb worked a refreshment stand at the same pool. For young twenty somethings, they were exceptionally experienced sexually. Both said they liked working for the escort service- the client list was well healed and they never went any where the rooms were not at an exclusive down town hotel. They considered their customers mostly nice people and being in the “entertainment” business gave them a lot more time to study and enjoy living. The one thing they said they found appealing was they never knew what their clients would want. Being in public constantly, in bathing suits all summer meant it was inevitable they would get hit on at least once or twice a day. They had been together for better than a year before one of them gave in to temptation. I was surprised it was Paul. He said a woman who usually came to work out in the morning, in her early forties ask him for some help on a project after work. To make a long story short, he ended up fucking her and as he left she slipped a hundred bucks in his back pocket, and told him she might like to see him again. He told her he was married, she replied that she was too and if Deb was interested her and her husband were swingers and would be very happy to cover “gas money”. It turned out their first sex for pay job was with the owners of the escort service. Rob added that I was very lucky to get same day service, usually they were booked up on Fridays. Rob added this service only gave one successful “show” a night, but one show was enough to cover rent. “Hey how many jobs do you know of allowed you work one or two days a week and have enough to live on?”
Rob and Deb were setting nude at the table facing us, as we reclined on the bed facing them. Our drinks and conversation started to go dry. Then Rob stated the best ice breaker I've heard in a while, So , are we ready to party now?
We all burst out laughing and the k**s moved back to the bed and they seemed to know what they they wanted to do so we let them take the lead. Paul and I ended up laying along side each other with Rob and Deb over us, Paul moved his arm under my neck and drew me close for a kiss as Rob started to mount me, I do love a dick about his size, seven plus and thick, not to say that Paul's wasn't more than adequate, the comparison was like comparing apple pie and cheese cake, I like both. I told Deb not to let Paul cum too fast so we could keep this mutual fuck going for a while and we did, we both found a nice grove and we worked this state of bless for all it was worth. Deb had learned a few tricks, especially how to keep a middle aged man from blowing his load before he was ready. Rob had a technique, pretty simple but effective. He just pulled out and slid down and started giving me head. He did one thing that surprised me while he was down there. I like head, especially if is a pause in a nice straight fuck, It give my pussy a rest and it kept me on that plateau with those delightful little peaks that were starting to build into one of those full blown earth shakers. What Rob did that was a trick I would remember, He drew my clit and as much of my lips as he could into his mouth and push it up ageist the roof of his mouth- intense! Paul was certainly content, Deb was mounted on him moving her hips in a slow hula motion while she fucked him in a slow deliberate tempo. These k**s were worth the sum I spent on them. I figured they got at least 500 a trick. They were quickly earning a nice tip. I have had never paid for sex, but I suppose sex is like any thing else- you get what you pay for- if you are lucky.
I know in all the porn movies they have people in all sorts of possessions, pile driving and hanging from the ceiling or fucking a base ball bat, but we were not there to make a movie. About the only time we moved is when one possession started to get uncomfortable I guess the “Let's try to fuck each other to death” Saturday nights had returned. This time we had more than our own energy to keep the party going. After Paul popped his load into Deb, Rob started a serious tempo while he hooked his arms under my knees and lifted my ass up with him as he rose to his knees. He could control the angle of his thrusts completely this way. Of course he made an assault on my g-spot rubbing his head on it in short hard thrusts. I am sure if I had not been so turned on, it would have hurt.. I desperately held on waiting for his cum to release me , I was very close and as I felt the throb of his orgasm and the warmth of his cum fill me I let loose what I had been suppressing for the last ten minutes. I let loose with something that sounded like an Indian war whoop as I felt the rush of of my orgasm go through me. Paul was certainly content as tho he was some what soft he was still lodged in Deb and gave a little chuckle to see me loose control.
After Rob finished pumping his seed into me, he with drew from me and said one word,”Clean up”.
With that Deb dismounted Paul and started eating me out, and I do not mean giving me head, she was literally emptying her husband's cum out of me. I could see as I was propped up ageist the head board that Rob' cum was thin but abundant. Deb paused and looked at me and said,”Want some? I passed. I was still catching my breath. Rob moved his head under Debs hips and started doing the same for her. I thought I might ask and see if there was anything these two wouldn't do, but I didn't want to sound like a yokel. After they finished the couple hopped into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. I suppose the performance was over, but after the water turned off and they returned, with out even making a move to their clothes. Rob spoke up,”Guys, we finished our finals Wednesday and we were going to a rave to celibate after our appointment with you and Paul, but we thought it would be more fun to hang here if you are up for it? I started to pass on the prospect of another fuck session. But Rob said one of those magic questions,”Are you two cool?”. I hadn't smoked a joint since I was in high school, I found the ideal appealing. So we retreated into the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the exhaust fan. Deb had picked up her jeans on the way in and retrieved a small cloth covered bag from which she extracted a small cigarette case which contained three nicely rolled joints. As we passed them around, I remembered how much I enjoyed fucking while I was high during the summer between my junior and senior year in high school while I was with my summer time fling as a counselor at summer camp. After I had a good buzz going, Deb pulled out a little plastic bag with some white tablets, “Take one Sally, we are going hard core.”
What is it? I ask.
“X”, She was grinning like a possum.
Now really, I am not any type of expert on d**gs and I was a little apprehensive till I saw Paul, Deb,and Rob take a tab each followed by some water from a glass they shared. I took the tab and realized why they needed the water, that had to be the most bitter thing I have ever tasted.
The bathroom was getting stuffy so we poured out to the bed high as a kite and about to get a lot higher. After we are comfortable Rob drew the blinds and lit one of those scented candles they have in some upscale hotels and turned off all the lights. In the dim light I felt safe and warm and by now I could feel a warm energy spread from my core to my genitals and my extremities. My brain felt like someone had started running a low voltage current through it. In the dim light I could see the k**s necking and Paul was caressing himself . Then I heard Deb say,”I want a DP Rob”. All I heard Rob say was,”Paul you up for it?”, Paul replied” You bet!”
Initially I had no idea how they were going to accomplish this, but in the dim light I saw Rob possession himself on his back 180 from Paul, both on there backs with there legs intertwined and there peckers close and touching. Deb manipulated both men with her hand s, I guess to ensure that they were hard enough to penetrate her and to apply some lube, then with a dick in each hand she slowly eased her self down on both cocks. I was surprised she was doing two dicks in her pussy at once. When she said DP, I thought she would have one anal and one in her box- like in the porn I really didn't enjoy but wit a little effort she was riding Paul and Rob successfully. I have never done “X” before but I felt happy, horny and open for anything. As Deb picked up a nice rhythm I needed to touch her.(honestly I haven't touched a girl sexually sense I was at a slumber party when I was 15 during a late night game of truth or dare made all the more lively with a bottle of vodka we sneaked out of my parents liquor cabinet), but right then I really wanted to kiss her and touch her bad. She seemed to enjoy my attention.
I felt Rob's hands on my waist as he processioned my cunt over his face. I never dreamed my pussy could feel so good.. After a few minutes I could tell that Deb was about to come and I locked lips with her as her orgasm passed through her. When we broke our kiss all she said was “Damn!”. With that she moved of the pair of dicks and scooted back to Paul's face. Grasping both she looked at me and said, “Sally you have got to try this”. If I had been straight or at least not as high as I was I would say”You have got to be shiting me”. But that was not the case and the only thing to come out of my mouth was “OK”. For a second I felt 13 again on my first try at the high dive. But as I processioned myself over the guys, with Debs help, I started to put my weight on them. As they penetrated my pussy, I could say I felt full,(an under statement) or it felt great,(not really), But what I will say is the truth, it hurt. A DP in the pussy with two reasonably big cocks was just too much of a good thing. About the time I got ¾ down I yelped and removed myself post haste.
Anyway we played full tilt until about three. Besides getting a wonderful fuck from both guys, they pasted out after they dug deep and popped their last wad.. I was still pretty buzzed so Deb and I passed the time like committed lesbians. Not really trying for yet another orgasm, but cuddling till we fell asleep.
I was awoken by a knock on the door, and the muffled sound of “housekeeping”,(thank my lucky stars I, out of habit, put the chain on the door). I shouted in the direction of the door, “we're getting dressed”, and an immediate response came- “I come back later” in a heavily Hispanic accent.
Deb and Rob thanked us for the hospitality and Paul showed his thanks by putting about five or six hundred in Rob's hand. Rob asked how often we came to town, Paul told them at least once a quarter. Deb, spoke up and said, “Keep us in mind next time you are in town, this has been a blast. Your old lady is cool as hell”. Paul, bless his heart, gave me the best complement I have ever got from him when he said ”I know.” The k**s got into the shower and I looked at my self and took appraisal of my condition, Hair was matted and a mess, I was covered in dried a sweat-spit-cum mixture and My cunny literally felt crusty from all the cum that had dried on my labia. My vagina was sore, not like from c***d birth, but more sore than I have ever had been from fucking, that I was certain. All in all, I doubt I have felt this good in years. This was the first time I or Paul, as far as I know, had ever had group sex, even if it was with just one other couple. But my objective was realized, My objective was to take control of Paul, and I had that in spades. He would always expect or hope for my arrival when he went on his trips. The proof was I no longer had to clandestinely view Paul, if I did not join him on his last night, he would discuss his choose of girl and he even acquired a remote controlled camera with zoom so I could follow the action better. I, in turn sent him vids of my sessions with Randy. The no secret rule prevailed.
I might consider that I am libertine and worldly, but I know that is as far from the truth as possible.
Honestly I feel like blinders have been removed from my eyes, I was raised to believe that sex was supposed to be with at least someone you loved. What would you call what I had been doing. “Fuckng” to be sure, sex without love- which ain't bad at all. Maybe sport sex might be a better term. It is not like I've become some sex addict, I moved from having sex once or twice a week to three or four. But I know there are no sure boundaries now. I think I want to do another couple with Paul sometime, but not with some youngsters, or pros, maybe someone close to own age. I have to take that up with Paul later.
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