Ree’s vagina flooded my hand. She looked at me and smiled. She kissed me and pulled my hand to her mouth licking my fingers. We crumpled together and rested.
Several hours later, I awoke to the sensation of two tongues. I peered down to Gayle and Larry sharing my dick in a very loving and sensuous way. I looked over at Ree, who was watching and smiling. It looked as though she had just awakened, too. We smiled at each other.
Between Gayle and Larry, my cock was washed, sucked, licked, scratched, reamed, steamed and dry cleaned. This much pleasure was placing me into orbit. Ree moved closer so we could kiss and fondle each other. This sex was so mellow and sensual. I was in another world when I felt my shaft stiffen and the glans fill with blood. It would not be long before my tumescence exploded. Larry was sucking me and it felt like a Dyson cleaning all my floors. Gayle had my balls in her mouth and was licking me back to my star pucker. Ree fed me one of her spectacular nipples. I was reeling in sensation.
“I’m going to cum…it’s coming…uh-uh-uh…oh,…!” I sprayed Larry’s mouth. Gayle pulled off my balls and intently watched him. When I ended my spurts, they continued to suck and clean my cock.
“You came a lot, Ray. That was some cocktail.”
“Did you like it. Was it tasty?”
“Indeed I did. Your cum tastes so good.”
“Are you horny? Do you want me to suck you?”
“No, not necessary. Now, Gayle and I need some sleep. We’ve been up playing with each other nonstop.”
“Good idea, Larry. I’m pooped…but come up here and snuggle with me,” said Gayle. Within a few minutes, Gayle and Larry were lights out.
Ree curled into me as I spooned her. She reached behind and pulled my dick between her ass cheeks. I caressed her breasts until we, too, blissfully passed out.
The morning sun was flooding the room when we awoke. Ree had to run home to tend to her kids. We kissed and she whispered that she would like to come over to my place as soon as possible. We made a date for the next day while her kids were in school.
Larry and Gayle were in their own world. When Gayle went off to the bathroom, Larry and I lay on the bed. “You did a great thing, Ray. By taking Gayle out of her boring comfort zone, you turned her into one hot fox.”
“It was always there, Lar, but untapped. And she was very willing to let the tap flow.”
“I hope this relationship between us grows. I’ve always loved her. I also hope you stay in the picture. I really love sucking you.”
“And I, you.”
“Before you leave, may I suck you again?”
“Sure, man. Why don’t you turn around so I can suck you, too.”
When Gayle returned, she sat silently on the edge of the bed and watched us while rubbing our backs.
His dick was a thing of beauty but his oral skills were a work of art. In short order, my stiffy was a stiff as it gets. He used this technique on me where he used one hand to twist up my staff while he sucked the head, around the head and my pee slit. His tongue was another facet of his wonderful skills. Where I was attempting to deep throat him, he was more than satisfied to worship my cock. I closed my eyes to get in the moment and soon was imitating his skills and style. He flexed his glutes and moaned. I was doing a good job. I let myself flow into his rhythm. We were at the altar of the Great Phallus and we were his servants. I began to shake. I knew my splooge was about to slingshot into his mouth. He clamped down on the head and suctioned my pee slit. He siphoned my cum up and out of my dick. I mean, literally. I felt my seed ejaculate as he started to cum. I worked on his glans and tried to imitate his siphoning technique. I sucked out a large glob of cum, followed by several large spurts of creamy deliciousness, a truly thick shake. We were panting for a few minutes until we settled down on the bed.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I came just watching you. I didn’t touch myself. You guys sure did each other the right way. Larry, you must show me how to do that.”
“Our relationship keeps getting better. I would love to show you some tips and tricks. You could do likewise.”
Life seemed to settle down in the next few months. Gayle’s divorce was quick and efficient. Rich people usually divorce cleanly with a lot of money to ease the hassle of it. At the same time, I watched Larry and Gayle blossom. It was obvious that they loved each other. The way she fussed over him showed real care. He spoiled her silly. You could see that a wedding was in their future.
Ree, on the other hand, had a miserable divorce. Before she got a lawyer, she had already stashed a bundle. So had he. The mediator ordered an independent review of their income and assets. The mediator found him to have stashed a whole lot more than thought. She stashed a little but was found to be spending more than he earned. It was ugly and it was messy. Finally, it was settled. She got the house, the kids with alimony, a little money (a lot by some standards) and her freedom.
During this time, she relied on me to keep her sane. I did what I could. I added friends into our fucking and it soon became a wild group. However, right after the divorce was settled, things between us changed. Actually, she changed. Suddenly, her visits became less frequent. She became distant and I didn’t know why. Then, she ghosted me. I tried calling her but there was no answer. Finally, Gayle told me that Ree sold the house and moved to be close to her family in Delaware. Gayle also said that she had an old boyfriend there. Gayle also said that she was embarrassed for having used me. “Good for her,” I thought. Yet, she could have ended things in a nicer way. I mean, I never intended to marry her. She was a fuck buddy and, as with most fuck buddies, it doesn’t last.
Me? There is too much sand in my toes to leave this place. I made enough this summer to put a down payment on a very private house in the Northwest Woods of East Hampton. It’s a sand dune away from the bay. Neighbors are a few acres away. In addition, it has a hot tub. Although the designated driving gig was terrific for me, I could write this up as a summer job in Paradise.
I still have regular gigs to play, I can devote more time to my artwork, I can finish the code for my security software and I have no boss to answer. I live in Paradise. How bad is life?
Listen, I’ve got to go now. I’m sitting in with The Lone Sharks at Stephen Talkhouse tonight. You never who you will meet or what may happen at a gig.
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