The Kissing Lime by Eldro Rolod

The Kissing Lime by Eldro Rolod

Explore the tantalizing world of desire in 'The Kissing Lime' by Eldro Rolod. This captivating adult sex story delves into passion and intimacy, igniting your imagination with every page. Discover the secrets of seductive encounters and the thrill of new connections in a narrative that promises to exhilarate. Perfect for those seeking erotic escapism. Read now!<br/>

Life is full of surprises. Some are good, some are bad, but if you wait long enough, even so-called worldly people can be surprised. My first complete surprise came several years after marrying Jewels. We had met while I was overseas with the Military and she was a recent High School graduate traveling Europe. We’ve been together ever since.

Our relationship has always been highly sexually charged.

Our first date culminated in a very difficult, but exciting oral sex encounter in the front seat of a Fiat. The acrobatics necessary to pull that off were impressive enough, but the feeling of Jewels’ lips wrapped around me were even more so. Our second date was simply a quest to find a private spot to enjoy each other more fully. Of course we had dinner and drinks, but the tension throughout the pre-sexual festivities was palpable.

We were always very honest about our sexuality.

It was no secret that she had been repressing bi-sexual tendencies for many years, but had never been brave enough to act on them. I discovered this while we watched our first porn movie together and were making out. About ten minutes into the movie a girl / girl scene came on. I noticed that she stopped paying so much attention to me and was drawn to the tv screen. After a few moments I slid my hand up her thigh and felt the soft folds of her pussy. I had never felt her so wet.

Her juices were flowing from her, soaking my hand as I caressed her. We discussed it at length later on and she admitted all of her fantasies and desires to me. She also expressed fear about taking that first step and admitted that she would probably never have the nerve to initiate sexual contact with another woman. It would be six years before we found out.

In 1995, we moved to Jewels’ home town. I started a new job and Jewels was staying home with our first born son.

During that time I met a woman at work who I really seemed to connect with. Becky was a fellow manager, divorced, had a son, and by all accounts seemed to be very average. She wasn’t some beauty-queen, pin-up kind of woman. She was pretty, but seemed to hide it behind her conservative attire and business-like hairstyles. She was full-figured like Jewels and aside from being a few inches taller, reminded me so much of my wife.

As friends do, we eventually had conversations about our lives, our likes, our dislikes, and our social preferences. What emerged was a very sensual, adventurous, and open personality that I never would have guessed existed. Being a single mother she didn’t get to go out and blow off steam very often. Neither did Jewels and I.

So, after talking to Jewels about it, it was decided that the three of us would find sitters for the kids and go hit the town for some much needed fun.

Two weeks later, we were all set. I had no idea where we would go, but Jewels and Becky had decided. I had never been to a strip club. I know that seems weird for a grown man of 28 at the time, but I had never seen the point of going to see women take their clothes off and paying $5 for a drink.

Jewels and Becky, on the other hand, wanted to find out first hand what the big deal was all about. They arranged for us to visit a local club for our outing.

We arrived fairly early by club standards I suppose, because basically we were the only patrons present when we walked in. The staff was very attentive since we were the only paying customers and quickly brought our order of drinks. Becky had decided it would be vodka shooters for everyone.

A bucket of ice, holding 6 tall slender vodka shot glasses, and a bowl of lime slices were placed at our table. The table itself was very small. Built for two it was barely larger than a wide barstool. This caused us all to be very close to each other and made it easier for us to talk without yelling over the music. We were off to the side of the stage and had a perfect view of the dancers as they all performed their routines and traded places asking if anyone wanted a private dance.

By the time we were on our third order of shots, the place was nearly packed. Fortunately we were in an area with few tables and we were close to the restrooms, so we never had to fight our way around anyone to get what we needed. Due to my alcohol loosened wallet, the tips ensured we received prompt and steady service as well.

All in all it was a pretty enjoyable time.

Jewels is the kind of woman who has few inhibitions to begin with, but after a few drinks, inhibition is no longer a word she understands. She caught me watching a dancer and slid her hand up my leg, resting it on my crotch. She frowned. “Aww, what’s the matter honey? The girls not turning you on?” “Well, not really.” I answered. “It’s just women prancing around in lingerie. I can see that in your Victoria’s Secret catalogue.” We all laughed.

She gave my crotch a soft rub and looked at Becky. “He really isn’t aroused at all! I think that one (nodding her head toward the dancer on stage) is really hot.” Becky turned to look at the dancer. “She is. And I think her tits are even real.” The girls again laughed. “I can’t believe you aren’t getting turned on by her.” Becky said as she made eye contact with me. “He really isn’t.” Jewels added. Then Jewels reached over the table and took Becky’s hand.

She pulled Becky’s hand under the table to my crotch and placed it directly onto my cock. Then Jewels gently rubbed the back of Becky’s hand with her own. I was surprised, but not shocked. Becky caressed me for a moment before removing her hand and frowning at me. “My goodness, we really need to do something about that.” She laughed, then added, “I’m sure Jewels will take care of you later.”

What I didn’t notice at first was the fact that Jewels and Becky were still holding hands.

Their hands now on the table, I watched as they interlaced their fingers and flirted, rubbing their thumbs together, tracing imaginary lines with their finger nails. Our next round arrived with fresh limes. I did my shot and reached for a slice of lime. Jewels pushed my hand down to the table and picked up a slice. She placed the lime in her mouth and leaned over to kiss me. As we kissed, she bit the lime and passed it into my mouth, followed by her warm tongue.

It was the most sensual kiss I had felt in a long time, so we held it as long as we could. After our kiss I looked at Becky who was frowning again. “That’s not fair, I want some too.” She said as she took her shot of vodka. Jewels picked up another slice of lime, passed it to me with a kiss, then gently guided my face toward Becky. I passed the lime to her in the same manner. Her lips were so soft and inviting. She accepted the lime and my trespassing tongue as if it was just meant to be.

We pulled away.

“Mmmm. More.” Becky demanded. We all took another shot. This time I started the lime. I passed it to Jewels who then leaned over and passed it to Becky with a kiss. Their kiss was electric. Passions that had been held back for so long had surfaced and there was no turning back. After a moment, Becky removed the lime from her mouth, but quickly returned to her kiss with Jewels. It was so erotic that I found myself staring in amazement as if watching a movie.

I was in a trance, mesmerized by the beauty of this moment. After what seemed a long time, they pulled away from each other and held eye contact. Then they both looked at me. Becky reached under the table again and placed her hand on my now swelling cock. “I think we solved his problem.” She said, giggling. Jewels followed suit, and after feeling me, added, “Hmm. We can do better than that.

But that will come later.”

The kissing lime routine continued for the next half hour or so with all of us trading kisses and slices, continuing to do more shots of vodka. Both women were dressed all in black with short skirts and lacy tops. I found myself imagining how wet Jewels must have been by this time, so I asked. “What about you? Are you aroused?” As I kissed her she pulled my hand to her inner thigh and pulled it toward her.

It was not her habit to wear panties, so her naked, swollen pussy lips were no surprise. I could feel that her lips were soaked with her juices. I slid my middle finger up and down between her inner lips and pulled my hand to my lips. As I licked the tip of my finger, Becky grabbed my wrist and pulled it toward her. She stared into my eyes and ran her tongue up the length of my middle finger, eventually taking the tip into her mouth, sucking on it, savoring the taste of Jewels’ pussy.

I could feel Jewels’ thigh shiver against mine as she watched Becky. “Mmm.” Becky moaned. “Very nice.”

Jewels’ hand was already on Becky’s left thigh. I felt Becky’s right thigh push into mine as she spread her legs just enough to invite Jewels’ hand closer to it’s mark. A moment later, Jewels placed her fingers to her lips and tasted her new friend in the same manner. She then rubbed her fingers across my lips, allowing me to taste Becky’s sweetness as well.

This was the point at which we all sort of broke from our trance and realized that we were getting carried away in a public place. As we glanced around, we noticed that more patrons were watching us than the dancers on stage. It was time to go.

“When are you going to show me your new place?” Becky asked innocently. Jewels and I had just rented a house, but weren’t moving in until the following week. We already had the keys. Jewels replied, “Let’s go now.

I think we’re about to get thrown out anyway.” We all laughed.

We carefully drove the few blocks to our future residence with Becky following in her car. We pulled into the drive and walked up the front steps to the door, doing our best not to stagger. I unlocked the door and opened it, doing my best door-man impression as I bowed and waved the women through.

We did the standard tour of the empty house, which took some time considering it had four bedrooms, a finished attic, a full basement, and was three stories tall. Built in 1929, the Victorian style house would be a project for us with the intent being to fix it up and buy it from the owner.