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"Tampa, here I come!"
I received a letter that I had won the award that I sought the most. What I didn't realize at the time, my opening cry would be a prophecy, only the last word spelled differently.
I received two tickets to Tampa. I knew what my husband's response would be when I told him. He was pumping his fist, yelling, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I knew he could not go with me because of his medical condition.
"Take one of your friends."
I knew that was futile, as the two gals that could go could not spend that much time away from their jobs. I explained that to my husband, and I didn't want to go to that awards dinner alone. At those types of things, with all the drinking, a woman alone was hit on continually. The proverbial problem solver suggested, "Hey, Chuck lives in Tampa. I am sure he would go with you to the dinner."
I was uneasy hearing that suggestion. The way Chuck sometimes looks at me, and when we see him and his wife, he will kiss me on the lips while his wife and my husband hug and give pecks on their cheeks. Chuck's wife would not be a problem as she and Chuck recently divorced.
"Joe, do you really think that is a good idea?"
"Sure, why not? We have been friends for years, and I am sure he can keep the stalkers away from you."
"Well, if you think so, hon."
"Let me give him a call and see if he can do it."
Joe took my letter with all the information and called Chuck. I could hear them babbling about the whole thing. I was hoping he would decline. He said, "He is all in." Was that another prophesy? "He says he has got a room, and you can stay with him."
I thought, 'Joe, are you going to make it any easier for him?'
"That is great. Tell him thanks, hon."
I did get on the phone with Chuck to thank him. He said, "I can't wait. It has been a while." I didn't know how to interrupt that one with either. He has been divorced for six months and did not have a woman. Was that what he meant by 'It has been a while'? Maybe I was overreacting. I had to get those thoughts out of my head. He was Joe's good friend, and I was sure he would not try anything.
*
I spoke to a few ladies that had gone to these things, and their advice was invaluable. One emphasized that publicity there was essential to get your name out for your book sales. She told me it was apparent that the women who wore an outfit that was revealing got the most attention. I thought, 'What's new? That happens at parties also.' I did thank them for all their advice, and then called Carla, who owns the dress shop where I buy my suitable outfits. We made an appointment at her suggested time when things were less busy for her.
I met Carla at the shop and explained what I was after. She asked me how far I wanted to go with it. I said, "Test me, Carla." She brought out three dresses. One was very short. Another was a long gown. The last was very sheer all over.
"You know, Carol, you can't wear a bra with any of these, and the sheer one they will see your panties or a thong. Which one you want to try on first?"
"The sheer one."
"Oh, you bad girl, you want that prize bad. Let me get you either black panties or a thong. Which do you want?"
"Thong."
She got a thong for me and gave me the dress, and I went into her changing booth. I came back out, and Carla took one look at me and said, "Damn, girl, I'd fuck you myself in that." Carla never minced words, and even though she liked women, she never ever come on to me. That was the first time she ever admitted she would like to have me.
When I looked in the mirror, I understood her reaction. Nothing was private in this dress. My nipples were exposed, and if it wasn't for the thong, you would see my bare pussy. Carly could not contain herself with, "Carol, you want to show me that dress without the thong? I would like that, but only if you are willing not to stop there." Carla's first proposition to me, but I just laughed and picked up the shorty dress to try on. I didn't even come out for her to see it but asked her for the long gown. Nobody would wear something that short for an awards dinner. Chuck might like it, but he was not in the group from where I was trying to get attention for my book.
I put on the long gown, but I needed help zipping it up and doing the final hooks. The gown had a plunging neckline. I wasn't sure I would be comfortable exposing that much of my breasts. I went out of the booth and requested Carla to zip me up. She did but kissed my back. I immediately said, "Carla, none of that, or I will never be back here."
"Sorry, just testing. It won't happen again."
I had to say that because her looking at me dressed that way in that sheer dress had me wet. If she pressed, I might have given in. I felt very sexy in that dress. I turned around to look at the long dress in the mirror. Good lord, I never expected to have my breasts that exposed. Carla's eyes were glued on them. I asked Carla, "Can we adjust this somehow not to show so much boob?"
"You want attention, Carol, that dress will get it. You have my attention."
I just gave her one of those looks like 'simmer down, girl'. The gown had a slit to mid-thigh, and I thought I could handle that. I could never tell Joe about this gown or the sheer dress, but I wanted them. I told Carla, "I will take this one and the sheer."
"Is Carol planning on getting laid? Your old man still can't take care of you?"
"I don't want to discuss that, Carla."
She wrapped the dresses for me so I could get them into our home. If Joe saw them, I would not be going. Carla made one last try as I was leaving her shop.
"If your old man can't even bury his face between your legs, I can help there."
"Don't tempt me."
Carla knew I just opened the door for a possibility, and I really didn't mean to do that. As I left her store, she patted my ass. That was something she never did before. Let me be clear: Carla is a very sexy woman. If one was inclined that way, she would be the first one I would want to be with.
I got home early enough to hide the dresses from my husband. Getting them into a suitcase would be a difficulty I would have to figure out. Thinking about going to Tampa and spending an afternoon with Carla, I was horny.
It would be an hour before Joe got home, and I went to the DVD cabinet and got out our porn DVDs. I went through them, and I picked out one with two women kissing on the cover. I guess Carla had me more worked up than I thought. I took off my skirt and sat in the overstuffed chair with one leg over the arm. I pushed my panties aside and touched my wet pussy. The other hand pressed the remote. Two married women appeared on the screen complaining to each other they were not getting enough from their husbands. It was certainly nothing new to me. After consoling each other, they finally kissed, which I think is always so hot when two women or two men kiss passionately. Of course, it didn't stop there, and neither did I.
Surprisingly, I thought about Carla as I rubbed that glorious spot on my pussy. I felt that I should have let her have her way with me when that tremendous jolt of cumming overwhelmed me. The surges were beautiful. They never last long enough, and I was tempted to use pot to at least make them seem longer. To be honest, I was tired of getting myself off and longed for another human being to do it for me.
My thoughts of calling Carla were interrupted when Joe came in the door. I hurried to get the TV off and get my skirt back on. I longed for the day when I could suck his cock again. I know how much he always liked that. Fucking me is a pleasure from him that I love. One of the things I worried about was other men fucking me in my dreams. I guess I wondered if I really could be unfaithful.
Packing my bags was done very carefully. One contained my two new dresses and other outerwear. The second bag, still open and lying on the bed, included bras, panties, and hidden in a zipped compartment was a black thong given to me by Carla for the sheer dress. I was about to close it when Joe walked in and said, "Chuck said to bring a swimming suit because it is unusually warm there, and it was maybe refreshing to swim in the pool."
Chuck has a pool. How nice is that? I went to the drawer and pulled out my old black one-piece swimming suit that would have been appropriate for the '40s. I threw it in the open bag. Joe picked up the closed bag and hauled it to the car. I immediately stuffed the one-piece in the corner of a drawer, covering it with other wearables. I closed it and set it on the floor. Joe came back in, picked up the bag, and hauled it to the car.
The red bikini is my favorite swimming attire, although I had never worn it in the water. Joe hates it. He thinks it shows too much of me. I will admit that not much is covered. The suit material is very thin and not lined and tends to cling to my mound, and then it shows a perfect outline of my pussy. The slightest breeze will make my nipples put pressure on that thin top and show them quite distinctively. The only other man besides Joe who has seen it on me was the UPS driver who came zipping around the side of the house. He said, "Excuse me, Miss, I need a signature for the package I put on your front porch."
He frightened the hell out of me, and I jumped up. Being frightened was just as good as a cool breeze for making those nipples respond. He could not take his eyes off of them. Well, actually, he did when he found my pussy so aptly outlined in the bottom of my bikini. I told him to hold on, and I walked over to my beach coat to get my wallet. I was going to give him a tip for all this trouble. He refused to take money, but I think watching most of my bare ass sway to get to the beach coat was reward enough for him. His attention only agreed with Joe. A lot was showing. Maybe Joe hates it, but the driver sure didn't. By taking this suit, I added to my ammunition by thinking about being unfaithful to Joe.
*
The drive was ten hours, but I finally made it in the evening to Chuck's house. Chuck greeted me with open arms. We hugged and kissed, and of course, not the usual hug and peck. He held me, and I could feel his manhood against me. Joe always said Chuck was hung, and now even I could swear by it.
Chuck carried my bags into the guest bedroom. He asked if I was hungry. I told him, yes, but that hug made me hungry for more than food.
"Carol, why don't you unpack while I fix us a cool drink. Tom Collins?"
"Sounds delicious."
Chuck went to make the drinks, and I plopped down in a big stuffed chair. After I crossed my legs, I looked down and had a lot of legs showing in this skirt. I like to drive in this skirt because I can open my legs and feel the cool breeze up the skirt. After a lot of hours, I will play with myself, and this skirt makes it easy. Anybody sitting across from me would see a lot of thighs. It was even hard to guess where Chuck was going to sit. He sat down right across from me on his couch. I thought, let him look. I was just too tired to care. The drink felt good going down, but I had to be careful as too much of this, and I become an easy lay, as I found out in college. When I went for my drink on a side table, I watched Chuck out of the corner of my eye. I thought he might break his neck trying to look up my skirt. He kept making adjustments on the front of his pants. Joe was right. He had to be hung.
We had the usual conversation about the road trip, and then he acknowledged I was probably tired.
"Any bed feels good when you are tired, Carol."
Another one of those, 'any bed'. The man was an innuendo factory. I just went along with it.
"You got that right, hon."
I should have never said 'hon'. Chuck thought he was making headway to get into my panties.
"Even feels better when you got somebody to rub those aching muscles."
The man was getting more direct. I said, "Joe and I do that before we make love." I could just imagine his mind reconstructing that scene of Joe on top of me. I could tell he was bothered by that remark.
"I could always give you a rub down if you would like."
"No, I can't do that. I might get carried away and want you to fuck me."
I thought he was going to choke on his drink but recovered with, "Oh Carol, I would not mind that. In fact, I would welcome that."
"So would I, but I am just too tired to do anything, and I should hit the sack."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
I went to my room and closed the door. I took off my clothes, and my panties were soaked. I had to change them. Chuck will never know how close he came to getting a strange piece of ass. My cunt ached for want. It didn't take me long to fall asleep and dream about Chuck fucking me. God, I was horny.
I woke up the following day and did not get up right away. I was thinking, was it time for me to be unfaithful to Joe? I had come close other times but had always managed to keep myself on the straight and narrow. I decided that morning in bed that I would let Chuck have me, but he would have to work for it.
Chuck made me breakfast and asked, "Would you like to take a morning swim?" I would have loved to, but that red bikini would get me in trouble quickly. I told him I needed my hair perfect for tonight, and swimming would just ruin my hairdo.
"I might tonight if you do that around here."
"We can always make the exception for you."
The night would hide some of the exposures of that bikini. I got to Joe with a bikini. I went to visit him to swim. We didn't swim but sat around the pool. Joe got frisky rubbing my thighs, which I stopped. On my third visit for a swim, he talked me out of my top while I floated in the pool. I was nude by the fourth visit. I fucked him in his waterbed. He enjoyed my ability to suck cock, and I got a proposal, and we were married three months later. So I owe a lot to bikinis. I knew Chuck would be worse with me in that red bikini. I wasn't sure what to wear to tempt him, either the long gown, the sheer dress, or the red bikini. I guess I wanted to see his big thing really bad, but any of those outfits would accomplish that. It was just would I have the most fun getting him to make a fool of himself.
It was time for me to get ready. I put on my makeup and got out the long gown. I decided not to wear hose as it was just too hot. My legs were tanned anyway. I put on my high-cut bikini panties. I slipped into the gown, but for the life of me, I could not zip it up. I called Chuck to help me. I stood with my back to the door, and I asked him to zip me up. He readily agreed. Before he zipped me, he ran the side of his finger up my back. Chills ran up and down my back. He did the hooks and turned me around. He took one look at this plunging gown and whimpered. Chuck had never seen this much of my breasts.
He grabbed me and kissed me, and his tongue went into my mouth. I will admit I kissed him back passionately. He kept saying, "You're gorgeous, Carol, simply gorgeous." Every time he said it, he would kiss me again. I knew we had to stop, or we would wind up in bed and to hell with the awards dinner.
"Chuck, we will have plenty of time for this when we get back."
Saying that told him that I was willing to sleep with him. And I really wanted for him to be in me. I wanted to see if I could suck that big cock of his. I yearned to see it. I desired to touch it. I longed for it to be in any hole of mine he chose. With all this, I was going to have to change panties. I told him to go to the car, which was the only place I trusted myself. I reapplied my lipstick and slipped on my heels, and made my way to the car. I could not believe how horny I was, especially for that man in his car.
We walked into the place of the awards dinner and were directed to a table. Another older couple was seated there. Both of them looked at my dress. The woman had a sour expression on her face. The man was happier to see me, or was it my tits? We introduced ourselves and sat down. Helen continued to look at my boobs while her husband, Fred, seemed more interested in Chuck.
We did have a drink, and before dinner was served, I excused myself to go to the ladies' room. Helen joined me. In the ladies' room, I did my duty and went to the basin to wash my hands. I looked in the mirror, and one more time, Helen was admiring my tits.
"You are magnificent, Carol."
"Why, thank you, Helen."
I was taken back when she turned me and kissed me. Her tongue entered my mouth. The old sour puss was enjoying the view of my boobs and not being turned off by it.
"I would love to sleep with you, Carol. Any chance of that? I could arrange for pleasure for your husband."
"Oh he, is not my husband. Chuck is just a friend."
"So you do enjoy extracurricular activities. I saw your ring and just assumed you and Chuck were married. Still wonder about my chances with you."
"Helen, I am sorry. I am just not into that."
"Too bad, I have a feeling you would be good at it."
I reapplied my lipstick, and we went back to the table. I think a lot of people liked the dress because a lot of pictures were taken. I was floored when a TV camera crew showed up and started shooting videos of us. I hoped it was not being broadcast so that Joe would see me in this dress. More cell photos were being taken of me. I whispered to Chuck, "I think they like the dress."
"No, Carol, it is the woman in it."
"That is sweet of you to say, Chuck, and don't worry, your reward is coming."
"I promise you that you will be cumming too."
This hunk knew how to make me wet over nothing. I found myself trying to manage Helen rubbing her bare foot on my leg, the TV camera crew from seeing too much, and the cell users trying for the best angle. And Chuck with his hand in the slit of my dress stroking my bare thigh. My name was finally called to get my award. I made my two-minute speech as the camera and cell pictures were taken. I came back to the table, and Chuck smiled as he knew what I wanted from him. I didn't know where it would happen. In the car or back at his place, but he was about to get an exceptional blow job from yours truly.
Nothing happened in the car, but back at his place, all hell broke loose. My dress was unzipped and unhooked and pulled down to the floor. My panties had the same attention. There I stood with heels as the only thing I had on. Playing anything you can do, I can do better. He was standing in his boxer briefs in less than a minute. My moment had come; I pulled down the briefs, and there stood Chuck's cock pointing straight at me. Joe was right. Chuck's cock was huge but gorgeous, just the same.
I pushed him to the couch. Chuck sat there with that magnificent thing standing straight in the air. I lay next to him with my head in his lap. I looked down at his cock, and the tip was wet. I licked it. Chuck's was sweet as Joe's. I held Chuck's balls as I teased his cock head with my tongue. I flicked my tongue across the ridge so predominant on that head. He moaned, and I intended to make him moan even more. I lapped that head like a puppy does his milk. I felt his hand on my breast. It was time to show him what a good cocksucker could do. I put the head of his cock in my mouth. I let it slide to the back of my throat. I controlled it completely. It slid down my throat. The only thing left showing was my hand on his balls. His only comment was, "You fucking bitch!"
Chuck interrupted the whole proceedings by insisting I call Joe, who was probably waiting for my call. I reluctantly agreed.
"Joe, it's Carol."
As I talked to my husband, Chuck was playing with my pussy, me telling Joe about the ceremony while Chuck flicked my nipple with his thumb. His other hand had opened me to put a finger inside of me. His thumb rubbed my clit softly. I had a hard time talking to my husband, and it didn't take much to climax. Joe had heard me many times and knew what was happening. I buried my head into Chuck's chest. Chuck picked up the cell.
"You got yourself a hot one, buddy."
I couldn't believe he was talking to Joe like that.
"Not yet, but it is next on the agenda."
On the agenda. What was Chuck telling him that for?
"Oh, yes, the woman can suck cock."
I could not believe this.
"Do you want to listen?"
Chuck rolled me over and pinned my legs with his arms. I was wide open. I felt his cock enter me as my husband listened as his friend fucked his wife. It was the hottest fuck I ever had. I did have an orgasm, and Joe could hear me tell Chuck, "Don't stop, do it again."
From the cell came the voice of my husband, "Fuck him good, Carol!"
After my third orgasm, I was finished. Chuck thanked Joe on the phone and told him goodbye. I was full of Chuck's cum, and exhausted. I fell asleep in Chuck's arms. We both slept the night on the couch.
The following day over coffee, I asked Chuck, "What the hell was that all about with Joe? Him listening to you fuck me was weird."
"Joe wanted me to tell you to stay as long as you want."
"Really?"
"We still have a lot of things to try."
"I will look forward to that."
"Carol, Joe set this whole thing up with me. Sort of a makeup thing."
"A makeup thing?"
"He has been fucking Kathy for the last six months. Ever since she and I were divorced."
"What the fuck!"
"He wanted you to get laid before he could talk with you about it. He knew I always wanted to fuck you, so I became part of the solution."
I stayed with Chuck for over a week, fucking his brains out. I think he was glad to see me go because I was very demanding. I finally packed and drove home but stopped on the way to explore other options with Carla...
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