Enjoying the Tour Guide
I once promised someone that I would write about my first bi experience so if that subject turns you off, stop here. If you're underage, why are you reading this? Also, safe sex is not illustrated in this story but in real life, it's a good idea. Do you know where it was last? Wrap that rascal!
I wrote this story several years ago and published it on another site under the title "My First Double Header". This version is updated, corrected and in many ways is different from the original story. It is a true story, it actually happened and I tried to recall the event as clearly and honestly as I could. Send your comments to oldhippie1949@gmail.com.
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I'm not the sort of person that you would ever think had bisexual fantasies. I fall way below the "gaydar." My friends of both sexes all consider me to be a pussy hound. So, when my opportunity arose to walk on the wild side, my masturbation fantasies, my secret predilection and my curiosity were stimulated to the max. You could say that I was easily seduced.
The setting was a funky watering hole in the village of East Hampton, New York, "The Blue Parrot", during the turn of the millenium. It was in early July but the day was rainy and dreary. Most of the summer tourists were home preparing for their evening out at some fine expensive restaurant and then a tour of the clubs. The Parrot was fairly empty at that time of day. I was there with a bunch of local characters, all friends. We were loose and goofy, and we were laughing a lot. With good margaritas and tex-mex fare, it was a good hang to be outside under the awning with my friends. Some of the conversation was of local politics, local gossip and sex jokes. The local women were as raw as the men and this was a type of banter we were all used to, as we usually met here once a week during the dead hours.
I was 51 at the time and just coming off an ugly divorce. I looked about ten years younger than my age and my body was in pretty good shape. I stood about six foot and had a trim and rugged physique. I was feeling no pain that afternoon and was in no rush to end the party but as the dinner hour was arriving, our group began to break up and drift away. I went up to Barry, the bartender and paid the tab as it was my turn that day. He pointed over to a couple by the windows and said that they would like to buy me another margarita. I took the drink and walked over to their corner table to thank them. As I was outside on the deck with my gang, I was oblivious to the crowd inside and I'd never saw them. Now, as I walked over, I liked what I saw. They were both in their mid-thirties, tall, thin and in very good shape. They both looked like runners. Well-heeled, too. As I approached the table, he stood up and offered his hand, asking me to pull up a chair.
"What did I do to deserve another drink?" I inquired, adding "Oh, by the way, my name is Ray."
"I'm Roger and this is my wife, Patty. We heard some of your conversation with your friends and you seem to know a lot about this place. Since we are only here for a month, we thought you might tell us some good things to see and do here."
I pulled up a chair. "It would be my pleasure. What sort of things are you interested in?"
For the next hour, I told them of good restaurants, good beach situations, good galleries, the best sunsets, good boat charters and finally, the most romantic spots. Patty took down some notes but was mostly very quiet. It seemed to me that she was flirting with me, perhaps a little coquettishly. As I was wrapping things up, she asked me where some the stars lived. I laughed at her "touristy" question and I told her that I would be pleased to give them a guided tour and I gave them my phone number. I excused myself and went off to the men's room to drain my snake.
Upon my return and as I was about to bid them a good evening, Patty asked if I had some time to give them a little tour now as there was still a couple of hours of sunlight. I have no idea what possessed me to agree but within a few minutes, I was driving my SUV toward Further Lane and the wealthy oceanfront estates. I pointed out the homes of all the movie stars, the rock stars, the directors, the producers, the billionaires, etc and told them stories. They both ate it up. Roger asked if I knew where a certain Wall Street titan lived and I drove them passed his house. Roger mumbled that he was his boss. I lightened his mood by driving them along Further Lane, then back along Middle Lane, the Highway Behind the Pond, then Lily Pond Lane and finally into the Georgica Association. Forming a large circle, I ended up back at The Parrot parking lot.
"Listen, Ray. That was great fun. You're a great tour guide. We think you're a scream, too! Are you busy tonight? Would you like to come over to our place for some more drinks? We also have some good smoke if you're into that," said Roger. "Come, play with us."
By this time, I had taken a real liking to this couple. Patty was very pretty and very sensual in the way she moved and held herself. I was sure that she was flirting with me. Several times, I caught myself looking down her open blouse at her braless breasts. They were small and shapely. I saw her nipples swing away from the fabric once and I felt my dick react. Roger was also very good looking and his well-toned frame also made an impression. He moved in a certain way, forcefully yet pliant. I had the sense that he was flirting with me, too. I liked these people. They were bright, urbane and with an easy sense of humor making our time together very relaxing and pleasant.
I agreed to meet them and asked for directions to their place as I wanted to go home first, shower and sit on the throne. Patty wouldn't hear of it.
"Come back with us," she offered, "we have a great rental with plenty of room."
"No, I really have some things to do at home. Give me about an hour." I got the address and we exchanged phone numbers.
On the way back to my house, I considered that I had nothing to do and here was a great opportunity to meet new people. After I showered and dressed, I grabbed a bottle of wine, some smoke and the latest Dan's Paper and headed out. I was thinking of nothing more than a nice evening.
As I pulled into their rented house, on the ocean in Sagaponack, I was astonished. It was an oceanfront estate, the kind that rents for at least $100,000 for the month. Only the really, really wealthy can afford something like this. In the driveway sat a Bentley Mulsanne. I was impressed.
Roger and Patty were at the front door under the port couchere. They could see my amazement as I got out of the car.
"I made several killings in the market over the last few years," explained Roger, "now we are enjoying the fruits of my good luck."
"I see. Well, I'm impressed...and that's not an easy thing to do," I said quietly.
Once inside, it was even more impressive. The house was completely furnished with the very best pieces. Art works by the best of the local artists lined the walls. The Living Room opened onto the sand dunes and the sea and while the view was breathtaking, the room was dominated by a Steinway grand piano. Patty took my hand.
"I'll make some drinks while Roger rolls one."
"I already have one rolled," I offered, "Here, pop this!"
"Mmm. Nice wine. You have good taste. Meet you guys out on the deck."
We spent the next hour getting high and chatting under a starry sky. The light breeze of the ocean felt just right. We laughed a whole lot, too, as we got loose. Patty seemed more assertive than Roger but Roger seemed to accept this with a droll humor. After a while, the grape was passing through me and I had to hit the john. Patty guided me to a guest room and pointed to the bathroom.
I stood in this massive room and took it all in before entering the bathroom. The guest room was about as big as the enire ground floor of my house! Beside a king-sized bed facing the sand dunes, there was a sixty-five inch TV screen attached to one wall. I walked into the john. There was a separate shower that could hold at least four people and a deep soaking tub alongside. Next to the toilet was a collection of "Yachting" and "The Robb Report" and I sat down to enjoy a good read.
Roger came in and yelled through the door, "We're going into the pool. Strip down when you get out! I left you a robe."
On the bed was a large cotton robe. I figured "strip down" meant in my underwear. I got down to my drawers and put on the robe. On my way back through the Living Room, I had to stop and try out that beautiful piano, tickling some New Orleans boogie. "Out here!" yelled Roger.
I walked outside. I felt somewhat uncomfortable in just a robe and I thought it a bit odd that Roger and Patty were enrobed as well. I mean, why not just wear bathing suits? But the view from thew deck stopped any thoughts in my head and overwhelmed me. Standing on this deck, with a glistening pool next to me and the endless expanse of the Atlantic in front of me, I felt blessed just to be there.
Roger and Patty were sitting at a small table. The table had about a dozen little candles all lit with a soft glow, a platter of munchies and they were ahead of me in the libations.
"Care for another margarita," cooed Patty.
"Perhaps you'd like some of this," asked Roger as he passed me the joint.
"Man, you guys have got it made. This is the life," I babbled.
"Just wait until you hit the pool," said Patty, "the pool in the moonlight is one of the great features of this house."
"Actually, that piano calls to me," I said, feeling the musical twitch again that a musician gets when he sees a fine instrument.
"I'd like to hear you play some more. Neither of us have any musical skills and it's great to hear that piano sing," said Roger but Patty cut him short.
"Later, let's just get loose now. One more hit for me," she reached for the joint and took a deep inhale.
She made a big deal of sucking on the end of the joint until Roger laughed and said, "She sucks a joint great...better than anyone else."
"Almost anyone else," she added while giving Roger a little pinch. They both saw my surprise at their interplay and smiled at me.
"Well, I'm feeling great," she said, "Now if you don't mind; I'm going to take a dip. If you two care to join me..."
She stood up and walked to the edge of the deep end of the pool. Dropping her robe, she was nude and standing with her back to us. Shaking her tiny little fanny, she dove in without a splash, surfacing with a squeal.
"Oh, this is soooooo good. Come on in, boys."
"Ray?" Roger stood and removed his robe. I was immediately struck by his hairless chest and arms. His dick was soft but looked to be a good eight inches as it hung from lightly haired pubes. I looked away quickly.
"When in Rome..." I said as I dropped my robe and stood there in my underwear. I wasted no time in dropping them and dove in. The water was very warm and the mist that rose from its surface into the humid night created a fantasy effect to this scene. The pool had a black bottom which enhanced the grey reflection of the partly clouded sky. It produced an opalescent appearance to the water. I felt as though I was in an Ingmar Bergman setting or maybe a Federico Fellini film. As Patty swam alongside me, her perky breasts bobbed under the surface and my vision was complete.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?"
"I was suddenly lost in it."
"I know. I could see it. I felt the same way last week when we had our first night swim."
I felt her cling to me, her breasts framing my right arm. My cock twitched again which caused her to giggle.
"What's so funny?"
"I like how your dick said hello to me!" She reached out, took in a firm grip and shook it saying, "And hello to you."
The three of us were laughing although I sure did feel strange about that. In fact, until I heard Roger laugh, I was almost unaware that he was there.
"Don't let her make you nuts, Ray, she has a crazy sense of humor," Roger said as he sensed my discomfort.
"Oh really, love," Patty reached over and shook Roger's dick, "And hello to you, too."
More laughter. But then, Roger reached out and shook my dick, too.
"It's a pleasure to have made your acquaintance, sir. You are an expert guide."
I was astonished, mouth gaping with that deer-in-the-headlights look. At this juncture, let me say that I had never had a bi experience other that some childhood group jerk-off activities. However, I had been thinking about it. I enjoyed the orgasm I got from reading some good bisexual and lesbian porn. The thought of having a real experience thrilled but also frightened me. Was I going to fulfill my fantasies? Not that I questioned my masculinity, I did not. At this point in my life I pretty much knew who I was and what I liked. Still, I was ready for a new experience and here it was, shaking my dick.
"It looks like he likes your greeting, honey." Patty smiled up at me. "You've been wonderful to us today and we want to reciprocate. Are you alright with this?"
"Patty, I am very alright with this. It's just that it came on so unexpectedly. I'm very excited...and willing. You two are very hot..and mostly, very nice people."
"We talked about the possibility of picking you up while we were at The Parrot and here we are. We also got an expert tour thrown in. Let us thank you." I felt my ego zoom as she admitted their subterfuge. My dick was also zooming. Flattery will get you anything.
"We like you, Ray. There doesn't seem to be any artifice. We give that high marks. Are you okay with this?" Roger reached around me and caressed the head between his fingers. There was no doubt that I would participate.
"Go where you want to go. I'm more than okay with this. I'm excited for this new experience."
"Have you ever been with a couple before?" Patty inquired.
"No. I've only recently become divorced and I..."
Patty leaned into my lips. Quickly, we were rolling tongues and swapping spit. My hands traveled down to her perfectly round breasts, small and firm. I rolled her pencil eraser nipples between my fingers and my thumb flicked them. She was grinding her crotch into me as Roger still held me, pressing his cock between my ass cheeks and pushing me along her slit. We were standing in waist high warm water, enshrouded by the warm mist that hovered inches above the surface. I could hear the ocean waves crashing on the nearby shore and I wondered aloud, almost as in a dream, "Does it get any better than this?"
"You bet it does," said Patty as she flipped her body onto me, wrapping her legs around my ass. My cock, now at its proudest, slipped right into her as she humped me.
"Don't cum, okay." She said as she squeezed her pussy around me. "I don't want to get pregnant...okay."
"Don't worry," I said, "I'm shooting blanks. I had a vasectomy some years ago. I decided I was finished making babies."
"That's awesome," she squealed, "but don't come yet. We have lots of time."
Roger got out of the pool to light a joint. Patty and I disengaged and got out, too. While we toweled off, he tossed us our robes and beckoned us inside. We walked from the pool into their bedroom. Roger handed the joint to Patty who toked and then handed it to me. It needed a light and as I was relighting it, the two of them peeled off my robe. Patty dropped to her knees and engulfed my erect cock between her lips. Roger stood behind me, his cock sliding into the crack my ass cheeks, his fingers playing with my nipples. Patty was fabulous, taking a real delight in licking me. Her tongue slid along the underside of my cock and enveloped the head, and then she sucked me in slowly down to the back of her throat. She moaned and it turned me on even more.
She pulled away from me and pushed me down onto the bed. Climbing to my side, she began to lick my balls. Roger climbed onto the bed next to me and leaned in to share my cock. "This is it! I'm dead and in heaven!" I thought to myself. But as two tongues worked my throbbing organ, I was soon lost in ecstasy. They took turns licking me and sucking on me. One of them licked down to the base of my sac and then around to my butt. I was getting rimmed for the first time and it felt amazing. I was feeling four lips on my dick and it felt exquisite. I was experiencing ecstasy.
Patty skittered over and let Roger do his oral magic. Evidently, he was an expert as he swallowed my cock, his tongue swirling around the head. Patty positioned herself to squat over my face and slowly lowered her crotch to my open and waiting mouth. As she lowered, her scent filled my head and made it swim, and then the sight of her wet and shaved slash coming toward me made me push my dick further into Roger's lips. Her warm, wet pussy rubbed around my mouth as she wiggled her ass. My tongue ran from her clit to her ass to her clit to her ass as she rocked on me. She breathing picked up rhythm until it became panting, she moaned and then shook as her orgasm erupted. As she came, she pushed down onto my tongue which now surrounded her clit, tapping on it. At the moment she broke, I began to shoot. Roger took the first squirt and backed off as stream after stream hit his face. Patty quickly swallowed me and took in the last spray. Then she leaned to her husband and began to lick his face clean. They shared a deep kiss. It was very quiet and their sound only enhanced the desire.
We lay peacefully together for a while; my head nestled in Patty's tits. Finally, I turned and took one of her nipples between my lips, kissing it softly as she emitted small guttural sounds. She lay back and Roger took the other breast. We took an uninhibited delight in kneading and squeezing them, lightly pulling on them. I traced her breast with my fingers as she ran her fingers through our hair. I felt her shudder and I smelled her sweat. I slowly traveled down to her navel, Roger did the same. Two tongues in unison traveled down her flat stomach. Her scent was powerful. Her pubes, hairless and soft, parted as her legs spread. Two tongues in unison down her mons, slipped into her slit and slid down to her sopping canal. Suddenly, I had an urge. While we were lapping her crotch, I stuck my tongue into Roger's mouth. For several minutes, we sucked face.
"That's beautiful, boys, but I need cock. Fuck me, Roger. Fuck me now."
I backed off to watch as Roger took his large, long and very stiff cock and slipped in to her. She drew her knees up and pulled him deeper. In almost no time, she began to thrust up, arching her back and cumming hard. Roger pulled out and whipped his cock over her stomach and started to shoot, spraying her tits and up to her chin. He collapsed next to her, causing the bed to bounce. I fell forward, one hand on the bed and one on her stomach. My hand was covered with his milky and very sticky fluid. Patty reached down, took my hand, pulled to her mouth and began sucking my fingers and licking my palm off. Then she took my hand and rubbed it into a large pool of cum on her breast. Then she turned my hand and pushed it suggestively up to my face. I knew that another threshold was about to be crossed.
All sorts of things ran through my brain. Was I going to lick his cum off her hand? Well, why not, right? "In for a penny, in for a pound," I uttered these words, stuck out my tongue and licked her palm dry. I thought that his cum was not as salty as my own, kind of creamy, very gooey but not at all bad. Now that I was feeling so daring, I decided to go for it and so I leaned across Patty and put my lips over the head of Roger's cock. It was strange but not alarming. The spongy meatus slid over my tongue and I sucked on it. Some residual dribbles added lubrication as I rolled this dick around. I felt liberated. I felt alive. I enjoyed the sensation. I enjoyed his cock.
Patty was right next to me, whispering in my ear, "Beautiful...so beautiful...you like it, don't you." I had to admit to myself that, indeed, I did.
Patty then pushed me onto my back and pulled Roger to my head. As he began to feed me his semi-soft penis, Patty drew herself over my groin and with one hand, she fed my dick into her sweet pussy. I was motionless with a pussy sliding up and down my dick and a dick sliding in and out of my lips. My mind ran around the scene. I seemed to be a spectator more than a participant. How did I get so far, so fast? I was digging it was how. Go with the flow, all the flows, I decided. I centered myself and turned my attention back into the moment.
As she rode down on me, I arched up pushing myself deeper. This elicited a satisfied grown from Patty. Reaching over my head, I played with Roger's balls while the other hand stroked his stiffening cock. I felt it grow in my mouth. As he pushed it further, I swallowed more, surprised that the gag reflex had not kicked in. I ran my hand up his ass and he moaned in appreciation. Patty pace was becoming quicker and she pushed further down on me. I felt that singular feeling when an orgasm approaches. She could feel it too. I pulled Roger's cock away and gasped, "I'm cumming...I'm going to cum...uh...uh...oooooo." Patty vagina began to squeeze as I exploded into her. Roger leaned over and began to lick her clit and my root as she began to shake with a vibrating sort of effect.
"Oh, oh...yes,yes,yes,yes...don't stop, lick it, lick it....oh, oh...uhhhhh." She began to cum and cum hard. I felt my cock suddenly swimming in her orgasmic fluid and my own semen. She fell forward onto me and I held her as she panted and groaned. I felt utterly limp but very, very satisfied. I had just experienced some kind of very deep orgasm and it took everything out of me. I sensed this from Patty, too, as she lay limp and sweaty. Roger lay down alongside us and for a little while, we slumbered.
I have no idea what the time was when I roused myself. Roger was lightly snoring next to me but Patty was no where to be seen. I got up and hit the john. I was woozy as I stood in front of the bowl and emptied my bladder. I gazed around the bathroom was quite impressed. The room was clearly larger than my bedroom, which is not small as it hosts a king-size bed. There was a large glassed-in shower stall, big enough for a few hearty souls. There were multiple shower heads on three walls. The bath was a large round Jacuzzi, also large enough for multiples. His and her sinks lined one wall, a bidet and a sit-down vanity completed the dark blue tiled room.
Stepping into the shower, the multiple heads caught every cranny on my body. The warm spray soothed and relaxed me and I felt wonderful. My bliss was interrupted by Patty's voice, "You're not leaving, are you?"
"No...not yet. I just couldn't resist this shower."
"I know what you mean. We love it, too. Roger and I are going to convert our shower at home to a setup like this." She was standing in front of me offering me a glass of deep maroon wine. I stepped out of the spray and placed it to my lips. Patty was nude and I took her body in. I had to bless my luck because she was so fine. Her long legs perfectly curved in a flat hairless belly, her vertical smile beckoned me. Her breasts are small, perhaps a 32B cup and perfectly round. My cock twitched and she giggled.
"I love that." She reached out and rubbed it. Getting to her knees, she held it and dipped it into her wine glass.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she licked the tip off. "It's a very good vintage." We laughed.
Taking the glasses and setting them down, she then joined me in the shower. We soaped and played with each other. My fingers probed her sugar walls and as she rubbed my dick between her ass cheeks. I got down on my knees and, as the water sprinkled down on me, I began to run my tongue up and down her crack. Sliding my tongue to her sphincter, I pushed my tongue in and began little jabbing strokes. She pushed back against me.
"Ahem.!" Roger cleared his throat alerting us to his presence. "If you two don't mind, I'd like to shower, too. Would you make some room, please?"
We began to soap him down, missing nothing. "Well, we're hard again!" he smiled.
"And I'm soaked again!" added Patty. We laughed.
Stepping out, we played with each other as we dried off. Patty handed me my glass and said, "Okay boys, follow me."
We followed her into the bedroom where she handed Roger a glass. Grabbing an ashtray, she sat down on the bed and lit a joint. Roger and I sat around the ashtray and we passed the weed back and forth. It was very good with a rich perfume and a tickle in the throat. As the buzz crept up, I was enjoying the view of three nudes sitting Indian-style around an ashtray in a lush bedroom on a dark night. Ooooh.
We giggled and joked around for a while. Roger and I were both soft and our little penises looked done for the night. "Okay, enough. It's time for Round Two. I'm not done yet," announced Patty. With that, she propped up the pillows and sat back spreading her legs wide so her long wet lips revealed her red gash. Pulling her lips apart, she pulled at her clit and shuddered with each pull. Roger and I lay in front of her in rapt attention.
"Let me see you two jerk off while you watch me," she said as we rearranged ourselves.
Roger has hard and slowly pulling at himself. I was not hard and it kept flopping around my hand.
"Here, let me help you, Ray." Roger leaned over and began inhaling my soft little thing into his mouth. Within a few moments, I began to stiffen and grow to my full six.
"Oh, that is soooo good...sooo good." I leaned into Patty and we began to French each other.
"Suck him," she whispered to me, "I want to see you suck him. Do it for me. It's good...I know you will like it...it's all good."
I rolled onto my side and Roger and I began to suck each other in a sixty-nine. My mind wasn't racing, it was speeding. I recall thinking, "Will this make me a bad person? Why am I doing this?" I also recall the direction in which my thoughts traveled. I remember a lesbian who also once told me, "It's all good." I remember thinking that I wanted this, I really did. I would think about the implications later. I stopped thinking, centered myself again and got right into it.
I was amazed by the sensations of having my lips around his hard, throbbing penis but his glans was different, it was soft and spongy. His scent was freshly-bathed clean and masculine. I licked around the crown and then sucked him in. The tip of my tongue stabbed at the opening and then sucked him in again. I wanted him deeper and I began to slide up and back, up and back. His precum dribbled around my tongue adding a little lube. With one hand jiggling his sac and feeling his large oval balls roll around, my other hand was on his butt alternating between pulling him deeper and dancing around his anus. I liked the sensation of having his pleasure under my control. The feeling was so round and full, the skin so tender; it was a revelation. Patty was right, I did like it.
I had forgotten about my own cock getting a workout. When I felt his nose buried in my pubes, I remembered it. My ass arched and then ground my pubes back into his nose. He was softly humming causing my whole groin to vibrate. I began to hum, too and was rewarded by a groan.
Patty, oh yes, I remember her. I opened my eyes and looked toward the pillows. Patty was strumming her clit. Her eyes were on me and she was smiling.
"Will you let Rog cum in your mouth? Yes...Yes...Feel his cum. Make him cum..." Her fingers picked up speed.
I picked up my speed, too. I began to stroke him on the upstroke as I sucked him deeply on the downstroke. It hit my gullet and I thought I'd choke so I backed off and continued but not as deep. I felt like a vessel carrying him to satisfaction.
"You're making me cum, Ray...cum...ah, ah, ah."
His cock seemed to add another inch as it began to throb and shoot spurts of warm, salty fluid.
"Don't swallow...hold it in...save it...taste it," Patty was now by my head and fondling Roger's balls.
His cock didn't stop. Three or four bursts shot into me, then a pause and then a massive blast filled my cheeks. Roger groaned and bucked his ass several times. He was done. I was not. I wanted this. I wanted this to last. I liked this. I held him in as I suckled the head, feeling it swish around in semen. However, Roger could take no more and slowly withdrew. Patty lips replaced it and we began to share his sperm.
My dick was still hard and pulsing. It needed a happy ending. Roger rolled onto his hands and knees. "Come on, Ray, fuck me." My mind spoke up, "Hmmm...another crossing ahead.." Patty took my dick and rolled down a lubed condom. Positioning myself behind him, she fed it into his hole and it slid in easily. It certainly was a snug fit.
"Oh yeah...alright...you sure are a natural, Ray...yeah, fuck me good...you sure can suck, man...fucking good..oh yeah, you're a natural...fuck, fuck me."
Patty wiggled her fingers into her pussy and then fed them to me. I was rocking back and forth and I knew my orgasm was nearing. His hole was the tightest I'd ever been in. His sphincter grasped and released me several times. Patty wiggled her fingers into her pussy again and then rubbed them around my nostrils. The strong scent sent me way over the edge and I began to grunt and buck and about to shoot.
"Pull out. I want to see you cum. Now." I pulled out and whipped off the rubber as two blasts of cum shot ropes onto his back. Patty grabbed it and milked it as cum dribbled around her hand. She rubbed her dripping palm over my nose, around my lips, all over my face. I just fell over and, very satisfied, collapsed.
"That was great, man...just great."
"Yes, that was fun, too. Did you like it, Ray?" I kissed Patty's pussy and smiled. "Yeah...okay for one more?"
Roger and I began to lick and suck her again. I sucked her clit like it was a dick. I applied my new skills and she came quickly indicated by her short pants, groans and squeals. We all then cuddled up and fell into a very good sleep.
It was some time deep in the early morning hours when I awoke. They were sleeping coiled together. I looked out at the vista just beyong the deck and smiled. I slipped out of bed and ever so quietly got dressed. I reeked of sex and just loved the smell, wallowing in it.
I crept out of the room and made my way out. I stopped in the kitchen and wrote a short note thanking them. I made sure I added my phone number.
My ride home was not unusual except for the exhilaration I was feeling and the scent of sex didn't hurt. I wasn't a bad person and I liked what I had done. I was okay. Nobody knew I'd sucked a cock and swallowed his cum except me I liked the playing, uninhibited sensation of making love without a script, without a net and without a care. I felt different. I knew that I would do it again. I drove slowly trying to concentrate on the road and all the frisky deer. I got home and crashed on my bed. I fell asleep deep into the next day.
I saw Roger and Patty three more times during their month stay. One night, they invited me over for cocktail party with about twenty guests. It was quite boring with most of the conversation centering around investment, money and Wall Street gossip. As the party was concluding, Patty asked me to stick around. When the last guests made their way out, a lovely young woman came over to me and asked if I, too, was leaving. "No, I'm going to hang for a little while...and you?"
"Me too! I'm Lauren." She chatted me up. She told me that she met Patty and Roger while jogging along the morning surf. "We just hit it off, if you know what I mean. It was a first for me." I responded that I, too, had new experiences with them. Soon, we were all smoking joints and skinny-dipping. That night, I experienced my first bi foursome and it was also superb. That's a story for another time.
Once, they invited me for dinner and I turned out to be part appetizer, part entrée and part dessert. On this night, my asshole took center stage. Again, that's another story.
Our last time together was with another couple, Sean and Rhonda, and Lauren. The six of us developed all sorts of interesting combinations. I recall that Sean had a massive cock that I could hardly wrap my lips around. It was also uncut, a distinctly new and different sensation. That, too, is another story.
One Sunday, they were gone, back home to their cloistered business world. I never saw them again but they rocked my world and took me to a whole new place. I met a whole new world of uninhibited pleasure seekers and my life opened up. I often jerk-off to the memories of our time together. As I think of them and pump my rod, I have a great orgasm ending with rubbing my dripping cum-filled palm around my face.
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