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The club’s hostess or whatever she was—the only woman in the place with bigger tits than Nadine—began motioning to certain individuals which I interpreted as ‘it’s time to move the party upstairs.’

Clarice held on to me like long lost treasure as she walked me to the stairwell.  Carly did likewise with Griffin.  We were followed by Nadine, Carolyn, Chloe, another woman I found out later was Candy, Roger, Mary-Clair, and two other women.  The upstairs room was surprising in its obvious set-up as an orgy palace with all the mats and mirrors.  The hostess pointed out the large punch bowl in one corner before making herself scarce.

I wore Clarice like a second skin until Roger approached me and told Clarice to back off.  “Let Jan relax with friends for a minute or two,” he said.  “She’s a big girl so if she wants to play then she will.  Don’t rush things.”

I remember the conversations about Clarice’s “intensity” and it was showing itself then.

She said, “Oh, okay,” to Roger before facing me and saying, “I won’t be far, babe” and walking away toward a grouping of women, with nervous looking Griffin in the middle of them.

“You’re beautiful, babe,” Roger said, probably using the ‘babe’ remark to mock Clarice.  “I know I’ve said this too many times already but Griffin’s the luckiest man alive, and I hope he knows that.”

“I still love you Rog, and I know I always will.  Only a special man like you could have stepped aside like you did.  I love Griffin, and being with him fills a space within me I never knew needed filling, at least until you pointed it out.”  Watching a lively Mary-Clair mingling I changed the subject, “You look like you’re having a great first date.  How is she?”

“She’s a marvelous lady, and yes, I am having fun.  She’s promising to make the rest of the night memorable, so wish me luck.”

“Wish me luck too, since I have the feeling I’ll succumb to Clarice and maybe a few of the others before the night is up.”

“I’ll be watching,” he said with the typical Roger gleam in his eye.

As we walked to get some punch, he was quick to point out how Carly was all over Griffin, and together we speculated on whether he would succumb to her incessant advances.  Roger filled me in on the two women strangers who seemed tentative to me and not necessarily part of the group.  He said their names were Linda and Sarah, and that previously they’d been here with their swinger husbands but now it looked like they were flying solo.  “Lesbian hunting” was how he put it.  “Maybe they’re disappointed Jackie and Angel aren’t here,” he added with a chuckle.

“They had sex with the t-girls?”

“It’s more like they maneuvered their husbands into an unanticipated threesome.  It was fun to watch.”

“You know how that feels, don’t you?”

Roger chuckled again.  “Not like that.  A threesome with you, me and Jackie would be an adventure for both of us, I think.”

“We’ll never know,” I said and left it there.  I said after taking a sip of the punch, “This isn’t punch.  It’s got to be almost all vodka!”

“It’s not vodka, it’s lesbian rocket fuel,” he said and then laughed at his own joke.  I laughed with him.  I couldn’t help myself; his humor has always been infectious.  Roger looked around and said, “I guess it’s time to get out of these clothes like everyone else.”

Nadine, Carolyn, Clarice, Sarah and Linda were already naked or only in panties.  Carly was half naked and was currently cajoling Griffin out of his clothes.  Chloe and Candy had Mary-Clair cornered, though with apparent good humor she was so far denying them the pleasure.

I said to Roger, “Look at Griff.  It’s not like he doesn’t know Carly.  Do you think he’ll go for it or do I have to give him explicit permission?”

“Jan, you sound like me that first time at the Langmans’ pool.  Nadine and I discussed whether or not we had to give you two a signal.”

“I suppose that’s a yes.  Why don’t you go rescue Mary-Clair while I offer myself up to Clarice and somehow let Griffin know whatever he does is alright by me.”

That’s how it went.  Roger ‘saved’ his date and in the meantime hinted, I guess, that I was available, as Chloe and Candy turned their attention to me.  That’s when I realized I wouldn’t be having sex with Clarice alone.  I gave Griffin a small nod and I knew he got the message. 

Clarice proved to be very quick, beating the two other ladies to my side and blatantly making her move. As she approached me I had to admit how perfect her naked body was in every way.  Perfect, firm C-cup breasts.  Perfectly puffy areolas.  Perfect ass and perfectly smooth, hairless vulva.  Not a flaw on her body. 

And she wanted me. 

I was already excitably surrendering to her before she pulled down my dress and planted her moist lips on mine.  While we kissed she undid my bra as I kicked my dress aside from around my ankles.

She fell to her knees and lovingly lowered my thong to remove it. 

Then she kissed my pubis, and I was lost.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 38

 

Roger

 

“Okay, now that you got me away from the lesbo vultures, what are we going to do?”

I was so mesmerized by Jan and Clarice in beautiful embrace I didn’t answer Mary-Clair right away.  Seconds passed before I said, “We’re going to make sex a spectator sport.”

She laughed.  “Does that mean we’ll be the spectators, or will we be the spectacle?”

“I have no problem either way.  Do you?”

“I like my sex private, especially at my age, but I’m so fucking horny right now I might waive the stipulation.”

I said, “No secret, I want you Mary-Clair.  Private or public, I know it’ll be memorable.”

“Mind-blowing.”

“Staggering.”

“Incredible.”

“Earth-shaking.”

“Multi-orgasmic.”

Letting her have the last word I nonetheless dwelled on it, no doubt in my mind she could be hot enough for screaming multiples.  While we sat along a wall and lightly fondled each other over our clothing, we watched Jan and Clarice fall to the mat in a writhing sixty-nine as Candy and Chloe sat around them and masturbated while awaiting their turn at my wife.  The rest of the women were in one big heap of sweaty flesh, the only recognizable one at the moment was Mike’s wife, Sarah who seemed to be servicing two women at the same time while the third was between her legs.  Which one was Nadine was unclear to me, although her huge tits did surface every once in a while until a hand found one or the other.  At the other side of the room, Griffin’s pants were off and Carly was sucking his cock greedily.  I recognized Jan’s orgasmic cry out of the cacophony of moans and screams.

Mary-Clair suddenly squirmed out of her dress and whispered, “I changed my mind.”

Like two horny teens in the back of a car, she was frantically pulling off my clothes as we kissed.  I slid my hand inside her panties and slipped two fingers between the folds of her sopping wet pussy.  At first it surprised me she was shaved, but then I realized it was a natural thing for a free-spirited woman who didn’t look her age to do.  With my pants off and my cock standing at attention, she placed her head in my lap and took me into her mouth.  I kept finger-fucking her while she sucked.

I felt her shudder in orgasm though she made no sound.  “I’m gonna cum,” I muttered.

She slightly nodded her head in acknowledgement just before I shot my load.  She gamely took it all in, but by the fourth (or was it the fifth?) hefty spasm she pulled my cock from her mouth and coughed up gobs of semen.   Using my discarded boxers as a towel, I helped her wipe away the spent semen from her mouth and chin.  “That was some load, Roger dear!” she said with a grin.

“How about we get out of here, go to my house and fuck for the rest of the night?”

“That sounds like a great idea,” she answered.

We dressed in silence (my soiled boxers went back on without a second thought) as we watched and heard females climaxing all around the room.  Carly was one of them, Griffin between her splayed legs and nailing her rapidly in the missionary position.  As Mary-Clair and I slipped out and down the stairs I silently hoped what was going on wouldn’t mess up Jan and Griffin after tonight.

At my house and in the bedroom, I undressed Mary-Clair slowly, letting the tension within her build.  As I unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor she said barely above a whisper, “You might think I do, but I don’t have a young woman’s body by any stretch of the imagination.”  She was right, of course, though what did it matter really?  Yes, her breasts sagged and she had plenty of wrinkles, but by the time I kissed both nipples and went down to her shaved vulva she was exceedingly wet, and wasn’t her arousal what truly mattered?

After I undressed her it was my turn.  A woman who’s probably seen every size of cock in her life, especially Erik Adare’s monster, wouldn’t be too excited about seeing mine.  I was wrong.

“Oh, Roger!  I can’t remember being with a man as endowed as you are and being as hard.”

As Heather commented once, I was as solid as a piece of rebar.  “Should I shower first?” I asked.

“No!  Fuck me like I’ve been waiting for all night!”

She wanted it doggie (“I always have the best orgasms this way”) and I obliged.  She moaned as I entered her and her moans grew loader as I began to thrust.  My pace was slow and steady.  Holding onto her hips, I marveled that her naked ass belied her age unlike other parts of her.  Her moans turned to murmured words, a litany of “That’s good… like that… yes… right there… oh yes…” and some words I didn’t comprehend.  When she turned her head around to look back at me and said in a purring voice that she was getting close I lost myself in her languid eyes and started banging her harder.  I pulled her up to me and caressed her tits while nibbling at her neck.  We came together in one big shudder of explosive pleasure.

We lay silently for a while.  I kept slowly running my hand over her body from thigh to breast and back again.

Eventually she broke the silence.  ”I haven’t felt this good in years.  I’m not sure if it was all anticipation or your skills, Roger, but it was the best.”

“Now that anticipation is out of the way maybe I can give my skills another try.”

“You really want to do it again?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe one time is curiosity.  Most men don’t want a second go at the old lady.”

“Will you please stop the old lady crap.”  I’d kept touching her throughout and her nipples were hard and puckered.  “Those aren’t old lady nipples,” I said as my hand moved down to her pussy, “And that’s not an old lady clit.  Mmmmm, I always heard that women lose moisture as they age.  I guess you contradict that old notion as well.”

I fingered her clit for a minute or so until she excitedly pulled me between her spread legs.  Of course I was hard, so I slipped into her with ease.  She spryly wrapped her legs around me and urged me deep.  I didn’t go slowly this time.  In almost no time at all she was screaming out in orgasm, and that proved to be enough for me too.

“You’re quite the cummer,” she said absently after we were done.  “Even the second time it felt like you filled me up.”

“I think I did,” I said after glancing at the steady stream of semen dribbling from her vagina.  “Let’s shower.”

Once the water temperature was right we entered the shower stall and right away began playing with each other.  I concentrated on her obviously sensitive nipples and, well, you know what she concentrated on.  “Your recuperative powers are amazing,” she uttered as she held my once again stiff member.  “Oh God, three times!” she bellowed as I entered her from behind with the hot shower spray cascading over us.

I cupped her breasts and pumped as hard as I could, unsure if my tired, rubbery legs would hold up.

They did.

“Oh, God!” she shouted again as I felt the clenching and unclenching of her vagina walls.  She’d reached behind me to grab my ass cheeks and pull me deeper, so it soon became her turn to feel clenching and unclenching muscles as I ejaculated.

We quietly finished the shower.  As we toweled dry, she asked me to take her home after we dressed.  “It’s late.  You’re not spending the night?”

“You’re sincere in wanting me to stay, and I love that.  But no matter how much fun I’ve had—and I have had fun, not just the great sex—we both know there’s no long-term relationship here.  You’re the best man I’ve been with in a long time and I’ll always remember tonight.  Perhaps some night we could do it again.”

I didn’t argue.  I told her that I enjoyed our date, and for me it wasn’t about the sex either, although she was hot and I enjoyed it tremendously.

Before I dropped her off at her house, she spontaneously laughed and said “Three times!  I still don’t believe it!”

“Glad to be of service, Ma’am,” I said with a chuckle.

I thought about how wonderful the date had gone, and pondered a future with Mary-Clair regardless of whether she thought we had one or not.  I fell asleep thinking about Mary-Clair, and slept like a baby.

The following day Jan told me she was moving in with Griffin.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 39

 

Jan

 

The evening at Vibe was a blur as it evolved into night.  Clarice ravaged me like an invader pillaging a conquered land.  I lost track of how many orgasms I had while also losing track of who gave them to me.  I vaguely remember Chloe, Linda, Candy and Sarah all over me once Clarice rested, though calling it a ‘rest’ was inaccurate since although she was passive she was still devoured by one of the ladies who wasn’t busy devouring me.

I did see Griffin’s ass flailing away between Carly’s spread legs.  I hoped he was having fun.

Later I found my tongue buried in one woman’s pussy at the same time I heard others encouraging Griffin with shouts, whistles and catcalls.  I instinctively raised my ass in the air and it was met with a hard cock.  Seeing that he was the only man present now that my husband had left, I willed my ass cheeks apart to expose as much of my anus as possible.  My lover got the hint, the head of his cock squeezing by my sphincter and tunneling deeper.

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