Helen and Janet pelted me with insults. I believe Janet told me she’d eat a pussy after I sucked a cock.
Basically, they both seemed equally revolted and strongly opposed to expanding their horizons.
It was disappointing, but I knew for a fact that Helen had no lesbian fantasies. Janet was too hard to read to know for sure what her true feelings were on that issue.
“So,” I said, “I think it was a great night. Everybody came clean, and in my opinion, we should forget all about our foursome. I really don’t think some of us could handle it. Let’s just remain great friends and never speak of it again.”
Everyone stood there in silence.
Then Janet said, “To hell with that. I still want to do it.” She looked at Brad. “And I want to fuck Harry. Do you have a problem with that?”
Brad smiled. He shook his head. “No. I don’t.”
Janet glared at Helen. “Do you?”
Helen said, “Do you have a problem with me fucking Brad?”
Janet laughed. “Nope. Not as long as he’s coming home with me, and… I think seeing you two fuck would be hot. On top of that, I think Brad needs to get his fantasy girl out of his system. Real girls rarely live up to fantasies. Let’s make you real.”
Stunned at this turn of events, despite my objections screaming in my head to shut this down, I shrugged and said, “So, Brad, are you going to try to kill me when I’m fucking your wife’s gorgeous ass instead of just commenting on it?”
Brad laughed and shook his head. “Sorry about that, Harry. Tell you what. She can’t stand anal, but I will hold her down for you, brother.”
“I might not mind it with him, Baby. Your dick is too thick for that shit.”
Brad laughed. “His is thicker, Janet.”
“Shit, really. Oh my God. Well, I guess you’ll just have to hold me down then.” Janet giggled, and twirled her hair, her big eyes staring down at my package. She bit her bottom lip.
I felt my cock responding to her attentions.
“Damn,” I said, my heart pounding, “How’s tomorrow night sound?”
“Our house or yours?” Brad asked.
“Our house,” Helen said.
We all looked at her.
She shrugged. “We have the best lighting and a bigger living room. We are making a video of this, right?”
“A video?” I said, “Really? Why?”
Helen smiled and said, “Why the fuck wouldn’t we?”
“Okay, then,” I said, “We’ll see you here tomorrow night at… 7 pm?”
“Make it 8,” Helen said, “We have to feed the kids and then bring them all the way to my mother’s house.”
“Holy crap,” Brad said, leaning in to hug me. He whispered in my ear, “Reminds me of Gloria. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Gloria was a Deadhead Brad and I double teamed in my basement when we were young and single.
We met her crying on the steps of a church in downtown Providence. She was all dressed in tai-dye and hippy jewelry with no shoes on her feet.
We were 18 and she was in her late twenties, very hot with no make-up, blonde hair to her ass and huge free-range tits. She reminded me of Marsha Brady.
Apparently, her boyfriend had sold her ticket to the Grateful Dead concert and told her to wait for him until the concert was over.
“Really,” I said, “What a fucking dick. Why are you with that dude?”
She shrugged. “He’s got a nice van, and he’s really good looking. Usually he’s very sweet, but he’s been doing a lot of coke lately. I’m sure he’ll feel bad about doing this once he gets his head together. Cocaine fucks with people’s heads.”
“I got an offer for you,” I said. “I’m Harry and this is Brad. Let us take you into that pub across the street for a drink and some food. Meanwhile, I only want you to consider this…”
“Consider what?”
“I would only ask that you merely consider… coming with us back to my place… so we both can fuck your beautiful brains out.” I laughed. “Don’t look so damn shocked. It’s just a fun offer. Anyway, I thought you Deadheads were all about free love… Isn’t that the definition of free love?”
She smiled. “I guess, but no guy ever asked me to sleep with him two minutes after I met him before.”
“Well,” I said, “I accomplished my true goal. I got you to forget about your shitty boyfriend, and I made you smile. Now, let’s go get some beer and grub while you… merely consider… my lovely offer.”
Gloria walked over to the pub with Brad and I. We sat at a table in the middle of the bar, filled with mostly a much older, well-to-do crowd, lawyers and accountants we guessed.
We ordered a pitcher of beer and some appetizers.
Gloria seemed a bit self-conscious being dressed as she was among a bunch of business types wearing suits.
I distracted her with good conversation. She was from San Diego and had travelled all over the country following the Dead.
Her boyfriend was a cop, she admitted, seeming more embarrassed by that than his cocaine addiction.
At that point, I really wanted to tag team this doll. Not only was she beautiful and a California girl, she was a cop’s girlfriend.
As she looked around at the judgemental eyes of the other patrons, I said, “You know what would be hilarious?”
“What,” she asked.
“If you started taking turns making out with both of us… right in front of all these assholes.”
Gloria looked shocked again.
I laughed. “Just a funny thought.” I shrugged. “It would be hilarious, though. These pricks would go from judging us to absolutely envying us.”
I sipped my beer.
“Hey, Brad. Would you be up for that?”
Brad nodded, grinning.
“Do it, Gloria. Let Brad kiss you… and make it look good, very sensual.”
Gloria smiled. She looked over at Brad and nodded. “Okay, Dude. Lay one on me.”
Brad leaned in and kissed her. They made out for a full fifteen or twenty seconds.
He wasn’t much of a talker, but Brad knew how to arouse a girl.
She pulled away from him out of breath and with her nipples tenting her tai-dye.
“My turn,” I said, pulling her into me so firmly that her chest landed on mine. I smiled at her, nose to nose, staring into her pale blue eyes. Then I crept my chin forward.
She closed the distance, planting a hungry kiss on me. Our tongues dance softly. Putting one hand on her inner thigh and bringing the other to her neck, I growled a genuine moan of bliss as we kissed.
She finally pulled away, but I softly bit her bottom lip before allowing her to depart.
Gloria let out a big breath, looking exasperated. “Whew! Oh my God, Guys. I can’t tell who kisses better.”
I chuckled. “I guess you better check again, then. Brad, you’re up.”
Brad went in for the kill. As they made out passionately, he slipped his hand under her T-shirt and grabbed one whole tit.
Gloria didn’t resist. On the contrary, she groaned and kissed him with even more passion than she had kissed me.
After about a minute of this love fest, I pulled her away from Brad’s greedy embrace. Guiding Gloria back toward me, I planted one on her lips and took the breast Brad had neglected in my hand.
We kissed for twenty or thirty seconds, and then I moved my hand down. I slowly finger crawled it into her jeans and then into the elastic waistband of her panties.
Pushing it onto her cunt, I felt a drenched mess of an invitation.
She whined longingly as I massaged her pussy with my whole hand.
Brad’s head appeared in my periphery. He began sucking her protruding nipple right through her shirt, as I pushed two fingers knuckle deep into her hungry opening.
Gloria’s surprised gasp at either Brad’s bold move or my double fingerfucking broke her mouth off of our kiss.
She groaned loudly and put her head back with her mouth open and her eyes closed.
Moving my mouth to her ear, I whispered, “We are going to fuck you sooo good, Gloria.” And I bit her earlobe as I pushed my fingers further inside her seeping pussy.
Brad’s head popped up and took over kissing duties. I felt him unbutton and unzip her jeans, and then his hand arrived right next to mine.
My fingers offered his a seat at the show, and he promptly filled it.
As both of us finger fucked her at the same time, Gloria pulled her lips off of Brad’s lips and practically shouted, “Oh my fucking God!”
The loudness of her cry effectively woke all three of us from our trance.
We froze in place and looked around. The entire pub of men were looking at us, mouths agape and drinks ignored.
With every eye in that crowded pub upon us, and in complete silence, I slowly raised my hand, glistening with Gloria’s pussy juices and yelled, “Check please!”
The whole pub roared, laughing, Gloria and Brad most of all. Some even applauded, and one guy yelled, “Just fuck her on the table!”
People began talking and drinking again as the laughter faded.
We immediately received our check from a prune faced old hag of a waitress, who ripped it from her pad and slapped it down on the table.
I lifted and read it. Fourteen dollars and change was all we owed.
I paid it with a similar slap of a single 20 dollar bill on the table. All three of us ran hand in hand, and laughing, out the door and onto the street.
We stopped, letting our laughter trail off as we stood there immediately recounting our shared adventure.
“Did you see their faces?” Gloria shouted. “Oh my God! I can’t believe I did that!”
“How about that old bat with the check?” Brad said, pursing his lips, crossing his eyes and scowling.
Gloria laughed and said, “She was just pissed it wasn’t her between you two.” She shook her head and added. “I can’t believe I forgot people were watching us.”
“You?” I said, “I forgot we were in a fucking restaurant!”
Brad said, “No you didn’t!” He raised his hand. “Check please!”
We all burst out laughing again.
As our laughter subsided, Gloria said, “Well, Guys, I have considered your offer… and I am definitely coming to your house.”
“Awesome,” I said, stopping to kiss her, and drinking in the magic of her lips. When I finished, I looked at Brad and said, “Keep her motor revving, Brad. I’ll hail a cab.”
Brad took over kissing Gloria as I whoop-whistled for a taxi. My whistle fingers imparted the sweet fishy taste of Gloria’s pussy and it made me dizzy with delight.
We got to my mom’s house less than fifteen minutes later, and we went in through the back door, straight into the basement, which I rented as an apartment.
Our clothes flew off in every direction, and as Gloria fell back onto my queen sized bed, I put my fuck album on the turntable, Houses of the Holy by Led Zeppelin.
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