Chapter 14
Tanya and I kept swinging with our next door neighbors. In fact, we spent so much time on it that my work and her schooling began to suffer! So maybe it was a blessing in disguise when that nice guy and his huge-breasted wife moved away, to carry their message of free love elsewhere.
Still, we included other people in our own sexual odyssey. And now, whenever I traveled on "business," I had my sexy blonde companion.. .and more.. .
We were in Baltimore, that funky old city by the bay. I'd reserved a suite in a romantic, older hotel, with an ornate lobby and a seafood restaurant that kept us coming back for more. We did all the tourist things: the Inner Harbor, Fell's Point, Mount Vernon Place, horse racing, and baseball at Camden Yards. We had plenty of sex, too!
One night, Tanya came out of the bathroom and lay back naked on the big brass bed. She smiled at me and writhed seductively, raising her arms, which lifted her full round breasts. She spread her legs and her wet, pink pussy.
"C'mon," she purred, never being shy. "Let's fuck."
"Sure enough," I replied, being naked and ready myself. I turned out the lights. But the drapes were open, and the hotel room was flooded with city lights and soft, Southern moonlight.
"It's pretty bright in here," I said as I got over her. "What if somebody in that tall building across the street sees us?"
"Well, then, we'll make them happy, too," Tanya laughed. "Hurry up. Put it in me!" No, she wasn't shy at all!
So I went under her soft yellow bush, right on into her tight, hot sleeve. Then I fucked her good, about the best I had since our wedding night. I plunged my rod deep, in long, slow strokes, feeling her hard nipples brush my chest and her expressive body move under me. She bumped her mound upward, meeting my thrusts. Holding onto my shoulders, her shapely legs hugging my hips, she made sex a happy and athletic event in her usual earthy way.
Tanya came. "Ah!" she sighed, pouring out her hot juice around my pistoning rod. "You're a great lover. I'm glad I married you."
"You, too," I sighed in turn, feeling a sharp, quick orgasm break at the base of my shaft. I pulled out so she could see me spurt, which she always liked to do.
The next morning, Tanya's face was glowing, and I felt good and loose. So I guess that fuck was responsible for what happened the next night.
We went to The Block, Baltimore's stretch of twenty raunchy show bars downtown. The censors and puritans and bluenoses, or whatever disguise they wore now, hadn't gotten there yet, so the place remained healthily free. It had grown up naturally over the years to satisfy a basic human need. Women didn't usually go there, but I'd thought that Tanya, with her sexy spirit, would like it. And I was right!
We sat in one of the clubs, watching a tall, dark-haired, well-stacked lovely dance on the mirror-backed stage. About twenty, she was natural and easy, not to mention totally naked. She looked comfortable with her sexuality and content to be there. As she moved to the music, her smooth white flesh, full breasts, trim waist, curving hips and ass, and long thighs seemed to write poetry in the dim light. And when she spread a blanket, lay down, and did a floor routine, her spread pussy was only a few feet across from us!
"Wow," Tanya said, her blue eyes betraying her growing lust. Needless to say, I was also aroused. "That's cool. Maybe I ought to try that sometime."
I thought of how she'd wanted to make love with the drapes open. "Maybe so," I grinned. "But in the meantime, let's just let her."
Then the luscious brunette finished her dance and came down to the bar. I knew that the B-girls hustled customers for expensive drinks in return for some touchy-feely. But I wondered what she'd do with a couple like us.
I soon had my answer! Coming up between us, laying an arm on each of our shoulders and pressing us with her naked breasts, she made her proposition.
"Take me back to your hotel when I get off work," she whispered seductively. "And we'll all make love!"
Blonde Tanya and I were almost game. We smiled and shook our heads, though, and left the bar. Instead, we stopped at a store that had thousands of different books, magazines, videos, and pieces of sexy lingerie. My wife bought a revealing nightie that I could hardly wait to see her in. Any city would have been dull without a place like The Block, where sex could be live and free.
Still, as we walked away from the bright lights and back to the hotel, I kept thinking of the tall brunette. Maybe it was the Southern city or the magic of the night, but I wanted to do what she'd suggested. So, when we reached the lobby, I told Tanya to go up ahead of me. Then, after thinking about it over a couple of drinks in the hotel bar, it was back to The Block for me!
My timing was perfect. The young lovely, now in a short black dress and high heels, was just leaving the show bar. Some money changed hands, and she took my arm and walked off with me. Her dark hair was ruffled by the breeze, her heels clicked on the night sidewalk, and her full breasts and firm ass swung sexily. I had a hard-on the whole time!
In the hallway outside my hotel room door, I told the brunette to be quiet. We sneaked into the darkness, where Tanya was already asleep, with the drapes closed this time. I led the young woman to the empty side of the brass bed and helped her off with her dress and heels. My wife didn't stir. So I undressed, sat beside the girl, and let her play with my hard dick while I went to work on her underwear.
That's when it happened. The girl was wearing so much exotic lingerie-bra, corset, panties, gaiter belt, stockings-that I had trouble in the dark with all the hooks and clasps. And the more I fumbled, the more I jiggled the bed!
Tanya suddenly woke up and turned on the bedside lamp. She looked at me, then at the girl, then at me.
"So you really did it!" my blonde wife laughed. "I'm glad. But, silly man, let me help you with that underwear!"
At that, she took over with the brunette, who looked happy to have her involved. Tanya's practiced hands disposed of all the complicated fasteners, tossing the garments aside one by one.
When she was finished, the girl was deliciously naked again, as she'd been on the stage.
But, in the process, my wife had done a lot more!
"Ooo," she'd purred, peeling off the lacy black bra. "What beautiful tits you have!" Then she kissed them and sucked the nipples hard.
"But look," she continued, removing the corset. "This has left some marks." Then she soothingly nuzzled the girl's arching back and flat belly.
That had brought Tanya's pretty face right next to the brunette's crotch. "Oh, what a sweet-smelling pussy," she said. "Let me see!" And she practically ripped off the panties, then buried her mouth in lush, dark muff!
All this had been going on right beside me, and I could hardly control my throbbing dick. There was no one quite like my irrepressible wife! As I watched, Tanya now went at the girl's snatch like an expert, peeling back the outer lips with her fingers, then opening the inner pink petals with her tongue. Closing her eyes, her face taking on a look of tenderness and concentration, she darted her hard tongue deep into the young woman's love hole, making her juices flow. Then she flicked it rapidly over her partner's hard clit, making her shudder with pleasure.
My wife had left the brunette's sexy black garter belt and stockings on. But now she pulled off her own nightgown-which was the revealing one she'd just bought-baring her compact, curvy body. She laid the girl back on the brass bed and got on top of her, breast to breast, blonde snatch to dark one. Grinding their mounds together, they really put on a show for me, whether they intended to or not. I was so turned on that it was all I could do to keep from jumping one or both of them. I ached to plunge my throbbing rod into a hot pussy for some relief.
At last, I couldn't stand it anymore. Coming up behind them, I went into Tanya's wet, pink hole. She kept moving on the girl underneath her, so that my cock found some incredible action. I thrust wildly, bringing my wife to a wild, wriggling orgasm. Then I switched to the brunette, making myself safe and finding some way to get my dick into her down below. Her pussy fit me like a glove, making me even harder. And, for a while, my wife was in the middle of the sandwich!
Eventually, Tanya slid out and moved around behind me. Now I was in full contact with the tall naked dancer, feeling her full, firm breasts against my chest and her smooth, tensing belly on mine. I fucked with abandon, probing deeply into her hot, dripping wet slit, until she quivered and came. I was fulfilling all of my fantasies from when I'd first seen her in the show bar, and then some!
And at the same time, my lusty wife was helping us along. I felt her head between my legs, her hungry mouth sucking my balls, and her tongue licking my shaft as it went in. I'm sure she was giving some generous action to the young woman's clit as well. When Tanya let go, she really let go!
But before I could cum, my hot blonde spouse urged me out and away. Then she had the three of us form a circle, on our sides on the big brass bed! My head wound up between the brunette's smooth, juicy thighs, and I dove right into her sweet, hot pussy. She wriggled around, thrusting back against my lips as I opened her with my tongue and flicked it inside her.
In turn, the dark-haired girl was giving my wife head, burrowing into her creaming, blonde-furred quim. Tanya's shapely thighs were surely closed on her as she took her avid licks. Both of them were thrashing around wildly, riding an orgasmic high, only thinking of their tingling nerves down below.
And all that abandoned action helped me-because my wife's pretty mouth was fastened on my dick and she was giving me the best blow job she ever had! Her full lips formed to my hard shaft as she sucked, her tongue pressed me, and her blonde hair caressed my balls. Her head moved passionately as she ate me for all she was worth. The fact that all three of us had sexy mouthfuls only made our own pleasure better.
Finally, the women came again, and I couldn't hold off any longer. Lunging my hips forward, I started shooting strongly. My whole body stiffened, and my brains felt scrambled as I lost myself in a fantastic climax.
There were those who said that sex was bad because it didn't involve thinking. But damn, that was the whole point!
"It's good to be natural, to let it all hang out," the dark-haired young woman said as we sat up on the bed. "That's why I like to go with married couples. It's twice the fun!"
"I won't argue with that," I grinned, my mind still blown from the whole idea of what we'd done. "If it works for you, why should anybody object? And if it feels good, you might get into more trouble by not doing it."
"Right on," Tanya nodded, as I looked happily at the two naked women, one blonde and one brunette, beside me.
Then the girl whispered something into my wife's ear. And that resulted in our third incredible Baltimore night!
The next evening, Tanya led me back to the show bar on The Block. Our new friend was there, and she led my wife into a back room while I took a seat. When they came back out, Tanya was naked! And a moment later, she was up on the stage, about to give a one-shot, amateur performance of her own!
I could hardly believe it, but I loved it. The music started, and my wife began shaking her tits and ass for the people below, thrusting her exposed pussy forward. It had all come together: our fucking in the hotel room with the drapes open, our first night at the club and the marvelous threesome that had followed. I felt so free by now that I didn't mind sharing Tanya with others, just as she didn't mind sharing me. In fact, knowing that others were attracted made us more attractive to each other. And there was, as an added turn-on, the secret and forbidden freedom of the club.
Then Tanya danced in front of me. She grabbed her round breasts, squeezed them upward, and sucked at her hard red nipples. She undulated her smooth belly in a way that might make her cum. She reached down between her taut thighs, opened her wet pink pussy, and shoved it right in my face!
Afterward, my wife dashed for her clothes and we practically ran back to the hotel. Rushing into our room, we stripped and she bounded onto the brass bed, spreading her legs wantonly.
"Fuck me!" she shouted. "Oh, fuck me quick!"
Again, there was no argument from me!