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We were all excited by what we had done. The sex had been incredible. My mind and cock exploded at the decadent things Carol and I had done. There were vivid pictures behind my eyeballs of John fucking Carol and John and I double fucking Carol, and Carol sucking both cocks, and of our dripping cocks in and on Carol. I couldn't stop thinking about HOT SEX.
Carol and John both suggested that we stay in and fuck all day. I thought we needed to get out of the apartment and cool down a bit. I suggested that since it was Sunday it would be fun to go out for brunch. We decided to go to Georgetown for the day. It was a beautiful warm spring day. Carol dressed in a gauze halter top that tied around her neck and waist leaving her back bare. Her top was completely see-through. When she walked her tits would gently sway and her nipples poked through the top. She chose an old denim mini skirt with a hint of cheek showing. She looked hot.
I was my usual boring self, Khakis and a polo shirt. I got out the keys and we walked to the car. The car was an old Lincoln Towncar with huge bench seats in the front and a couch-like rear seat. We drove John over to his apartment so he could change. We waited in the car for him.
As we waited I said to Carol, "We're having fun but I can't lose you to this."
Carol turned to me and said, "I love all the sex, but I love you forever. Any time you want to stop we will."
John came out of his building wearing a snug pair of jeans and a faded jeans shirt. He got in the back seat.
Carol asked, "Can I please get in the back seat with John?"
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sure."
Carol gleefully got in the back seat with John.
I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for Old Georgetown Road. I turned on the satellite radio to Outlaw Country, my favorite station. The first song was Walker Wheeler's Puss in Boots. It is a rocking really dirty song. Somehow it seemed appropriate.
I suggested the 1310 restaurant on Wisconsin avenue. Carol and I had been there a number of times and always enjoyed it. One of the things Carol liked about it was the outdoor seating where she would sometimes play a little flashing sex game.
Once we got on the highway, Carol flashed her tits at a trucker. Next I heard the sound of heavy kissing and Carol softly moaning. I adjusted the rearview mirror as John untied Carol's halter top and started sucking on her tits. I felt hopelessly erotic. I could watch but I had to drive.
Carol's moaning got louder and she started sex talking, "Ohh, suck my tits, Ohhh John."
The next time I looked Carol was sprawled out on the Lincoln's back seat her skirt up to her hips and John furiously finger fucking her. I could hear her wetness and smell her cunt. Carol loves finger fucking, she gets very wet, very horny and vocal.
She moaned, "Fucking God, fuck meeeee, fuck meeee."
Carol had John's cock out and was stroking it vigorously, her eyes laser-focused on John's bright red face.
In an almost stern voice she said, "Come On, fucker, fuck meeee."
She swung her legs over John's lap and swabbed his cock on her cunt lips. She gradually lowered herself on his cock, embedding it deep in her cunt. I opened the rear window and the warm breeze rushed through the car. Carol loves to fuck in the open air where someone might see her.
The sounds from the back, "Ahh, ohhh, onhhh, fffuck, unhhhh, Grrrr," along with the slapping of flesh, were driving me crazy.
John grunted, "Cocksucker, ahhh, unhhh, cumming."
Carol: "Fucker, fucker, fucker, arghhh."
In that same stern manner she started pounding John's chest and lightly slapping his face. She was in a full sexual fury. I watched as she gripped John's shoulders and used them to pull herself up and let herself down, impaled on John's cock. She started screaming like a banshee. She was howling out her sex sounds.
She was growling, "Cum in me, cum in meeee. Cumming."
I thought, with a smile, this would be a fine fix if we were pulled over.
John and Carol finally settled down with a big sigh. I could eventually focus on driving - with a big smile on my face and a tent in my pants.
It was a Sunday and there was very little traffic. The trip took about twenty minutes. Street parking in Georgetown is nearly impossible. I went straight to Colonial Parking on Wisconsin. The garage us a multi-story lot and it gave Carol and John time to readjust their clothes. It was a ten-minute walk to the restaurant. As we walked Carol strutted, emphasizing her tits, her nipples engorged from her fucking. She got a lot of ogling looks.
We got to the restaurant and were told there was a thirty-minute wait. Carol grinned at me and walked up to the guy booking tables. She leaned into him, her bare tits on his arm, and whispered something. He smiled and walked over to us and led us to a prime table next to the sidewalk. Once he left us I asked Carol what she had whispered to him.
She said, "Tits for a table."
We we all ordered a Mimosa, while we checked the menu. We ordered while we drank, French Toast with bananas for Carol, Lox and bagel for me and buttermilk pancakes for John. The streets were full of people shopping, flirting and generally enjoying themselves. While we waited Carol excused herself for the ladies' room. She wove her way through the tables with her skirt flipping up exposing her bare ass and her tits swaying and nipples poking out. Several young men tried to stop her and talk but she firmly turned them away.
While she was gone John and I chatted. Inevitably the talk turned to Carol and sex.
John asked, "Where is this all going?"
I said, "Carol is my whole life. Let's just enjoy what we're doing while we're doing it."
Carol came back and we settled in for a leisurely brunch. Our talk was casual and friendly. When we finished Carol sat back in her chair and thrust her tits out, the gauze clung to her nipples like a second skin. Several men walking by on the sidewalk gawked at her and she just smiled. We decided to cap off the afternoon with a movie. The theater that appealed to us was DC's only classic movie theater, The Avalon. They screen an odd mixture of old, new independent and foreign films.
The afternoon feature was The Story of O from the 1970s. The storyline was of an erotic journey of a woman called O. She becomes a trained sex slave at a chateau where she is subjected to and trained in all manner of sexual activity. The actress who plays O is stunning and the visuals of the sets and sexual acts are highly erotic.
Carol, John and I were seated in the front row in a nearly empty theater. Carol started stroking both John and my cock through our pants. Once she was satisfied that she had us aroused, she unzipped our pants and took our cocks out. She started masturbating both of us as she focused on the erotic scenes in the movie. John and I were sexual captives of her stroking hands.
Suddenly a man appeared at the end of the aisle.
He whispered, "Get out of here you perverts."
The three of us were embarrassed and quickly got ourselves together and walked out sheepishly.
Once we were outside the three of us exploded in laughter. We decided to head back to our apartment.
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