We Danced, We Played
It's been awhile since I've posted, and I had an experience last night (Jan. 3, 2020) that gave me cause to pause - and give some particulars.
I periodically have breakfast with a couple of guys who've welcomed me to my new city of residence. I've grown exponentially through their guidance. A couple of weeks ago, one of them told me of dances he attends, and suggested I join him. I figured "What the Hell" as I used to dance quite a bit. Well, last night was our night.
He pretty much introduced me to a few of the regulars, and cut me loose. The music started, and there were way more women than men. I figured that was an advantage. Anyway, I sat for a bit, reconnoitering the landscape, so to speak. It wasn't long before a couple (man and woman) approached. They asked to sit with me, and - being a friendly and gregarious guy - I welcomed them to my table.
Greg and Betty are about my age, and both quite handsome as a couple. We made small talk, and they gave me some of the ins and outs of the dances. Then, without batting an eye, Greg said "Why don't you take Betty for a spin around the floor?" She smiled, but said nothing. I asked her if she was open to it, and she winked. "Whatever Greg wants!"
Betty and I began to dance - it was a waltz, and I love to waltz. She was quite comfortable pressing close to me, and that's a mark of a good dance partner. She was dressed in a black, brocade party dress. V-front and short sleeve. She's quite pretty, and I enjoyed the Hell out of our dance. After the waltz was over, I returned her to Greg. He was applauding as we walked to the table. "Wow, Jon. You are 10 times the dancer I am! You and Betty looked great!"
That launched ordering a round of drinks and some rather advancing conversation. We ended the small talk, not by my choice, but by theirs. It didn't take long for the conversation to shift to "what are you doing after the dance?" Since I live alone, and it would be late at night, I had made no other plans. Indicating the same to Greg and Betty, they looked at each other, then at me, and smiled.
Greg then said, "Look, you and Betty danced beautifully. I wonder how well you'd play together!" Now, I had to rethink the question. "Greg, are you inviting me to join you and Betty after the dance?" Greg and Betty, as though rehearsed, simultaneously said "YES!"
OK. The gloves were off, and the play was made. I said "Let's see how the rest of the dancing goes, and I'll let you know!" They agreed, and I danced every dance with Betty - and, Greg never left the table (though I did see his hands under the table). She an I danced only slow dances, and I felt her pressing ever closer. Her head went to my shoulder, and her lips went to my neck. Clearly, this was the real deal. Betty has a very nice, buxom body - and lovely face & eyes. Her perfume was mystifying - intoxicating. When I shifted my head a bit, my lips went to Betty's neck. I took a chance, having already heard her sigh, and prolonged a kiss that turned into sucking on her neck. I figured this would be a test.
When I lifted up from her neck, there was the deep, dark "hickey" I intended to leave. She whispered into my ear "Did you leave a mark?" I nodded, but said nothing. She murmured "Mmmmmmmm, yes! Greg loves it when I've been marked by someone else!" Now I knew what was in store for me. Regardless of Betty's early comment about "Whatever Greg says," it was apparent Betty was in control.
I took Betty back to the table, and said "Well, I've danced enough. What's next?" (naturally, I knew full well what their response would be). Greg said "We live about 2 miles from here. Let's go back and have a nightcap!" I said, boldly, "Yes, and I know exactly what that nightcap will be!" I reached over to Betty and slid my right hand into the bodice of the dress. My hand disappeared as I clenched her left tit. I stared into Greg's face as I did this, and saw him gulp, then lick his lips. He nodded, but said nothing.
I helped Betty with her coat, kissing the back of her neck as I did so. Greg was fumbling with his car keys, and I licked Betty's nape of neck before the collar of the coat covered it up. Out the door we went, and I followed them in my car. We arrived in minutes, parked the cars, and whisked Betty into the house. Her tits and ass were bouncing up the walk, and it was grand!
There was no pomp and circumstance. No pretense of hospitality. I read them like a book. When I went for Betty's coat, I stripped it off aggressively, just after I shouted Greg's name. He saw the coat drop to the floor, and I know he watched intently as both of my hands disappeared into Betty's bodice. I grasped - better to say mauled - Betty's tits while standing within 2 feet of Greg. While he watched, I could see beads of sweat on his brow and upper lip. I unzipped the zipper on the back of Betty's dress, and that - too - fell victim to the floor. Now, she was in black lacy bra, matching panties, and - the topper to me - a garter belt with smoky black hose, and no panties.
I led them both, by the hands, to the sofa. There is a coffee table near the sofa. I told Greg to sit - I didn't ask. At this point, I knew he was a cuck - and they both knew I knew. He sat, staring, as I began to put my lips - my face - all across Betty's form. When I spread Betty's legs, I heard Greg grunt. When I glanced over his way, before I "dined at the Y," Greg had already shed his slacks - and his cock was pulled out of the fly of his boxers. He was stroking so hard, I was momentarily fearful of his harming his unit.
With Greg set, I pressed on - as it were. That is to say, I pressed my face into Betty's exposed, moist cunt. I ate her slit like it would be my last meal. I disregarded Greg's presence, since I knew full well how he'd entertain himself. I ate - slurped - tongued that marvelous mature love cavern. Her legs were in the air, I was on my knees, and it was like eating a five-course dinner. God, she tasted good. After a few moments of barely coming up for air, I finally pulled back. Betty was rubbing her clit, and my face felt cool when I pulled away. The currents of the air cause her cunt juice to react to the air movement. I turned to Greg, used my fingers to wipe away some of the leavings from Betty's cunt. I then got my face about 6 inches from Greg's face, and sucked them like they were cocks. I left nothing of Betty's cunt on my fingers - I took it all into my mouth. Greg was flogging his manly dolphin like mad.
From this point, it was becoming a blur, as I dallied from cunt to tits to ass to thighs to armpits. I slapped Betty's voluminous tits, and nibbled at her nipples. Greg did not indulge for a moment. Never did he leave the coffee table, because I did not tell him to. I pumped my stiffened rod into Betty's cunt and ass - moments at a time for each. She continued to fondle her clit as I worked her body.
It was only when I was ready to orgasm that I told Greg to come over and kneel on the floor, at Betty's head. To complete the cuck experience, I told Greg to put his face next to Betty's. As he did so, I pulled out of her cunt, and finished my experience with jacking my cock to explosion. They were experienced enough to know what was about to happen, and neither resisted or even moved. When I released my cum, I made sure each received a semen baptism. Ropes shot to their faces, and Greg orgasmed at the same time, without touching his cock.
Everyone was sweaty, gasping for air, and sated. It was a Hell of a night.
NOTE: the next morning, I had breakfast with my escort to the dance. I then found out Greg and Betty were long-time friends of my buddy, and he set the whole thing up.
What a friend!
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I periodically have breakfast with a couple of guys who've welcomed me to my new city of residence. I've grown exponentially through their guidance. A couple of weeks ago, one of them told me of dances he attends, and suggested I join him. I figured "What the Hell" as I used to dance quite a bit. Well, last night was our night.
He pretty much introduced me to a few of the regulars, and cut me loose. The music started, and there were way more women than men. I figured that was an advantage. Anyway, I sat for a bit, reconnoitering the landscape, so to speak. It wasn't long before a couple (man and woman) approached. They asked to sit with me, and - being a friendly and gregarious guy - I welcomed them to my table.
Greg and Betty are about my age, and both quite handsome as a couple. We made small talk, and they gave me some of the ins and outs of the dances. Then, without batting an eye, Greg said "Why don't you take Betty for a spin around the floor?" She smiled, but said nothing. I asked her if she was open to it, and she winked. "Whatever Greg wants!"
Betty and I began to dance - it was a waltz, and I love to waltz. She was quite comfortable pressing close to me, and that's a mark of a good dance partner. She was dressed in a black, brocade party dress. V-front and short sleeve. She's quite pretty, and I enjoyed the Hell out of our dance. After the waltz was over, I returned her to Greg. He was applauding as we walked to the table. "Wow, Jon. You are 10 times the dancer I am! You and Betty looked great!"
That launched ordering a round of drinks and some rather advancing conversation. We ended the small talk, not by my choice, but by theirs. It didn't take long for the conversation to shift to "what are you doing after the dance?" Since I live alone, and it would be late at night, I had made no other plans. Indicating the same to Greg and Betty, they looked at each other, then at me, and smiled.
Greg then said, "Look, you and Betty danced beautifully. I wonder how well you'd play together!" Now, I had to rethink the question. "Greg, are you inviting me to join you and Betty after the dance?" Greg and Betty, as though rehearsed, simultaneously said "YES!"
OK. The gloves were off, and the play was made. I said "Let's see how the rest of the dancing goes, and I'll let you know!" They agreed, and I danced every dance with Betty - and, Greg never left the table (though I did see his hands under the table). She an I danced only slow dances, and I felt her pressing ever closer. Her head went to my shoulder, and her lips went to my neck. Clearly, this was the real deal. Betty has a very nice, buxom body - and lovely face & eyes. Her perfume was mystifying - intoxicating. When I shifted my head a bit, my lips went to Betty's neck. I took a chance, having already heard her sigh, and prolonged a kiss that turned into sucking on her neck. I figured this would be a test.
When I lifted up from her neck, there was the deep, dark "hickey" I intended to leave. She whispered into my ear "Did you leave a mark?" I nodded, but said nothing. She murmured "Mmmmmmmm, yes! Greg loves it when I've been marked by someone else!" Now I knew what was in store for me. Regardless of Betty's early comment about "Whatever Greg says," it was apparent Betty was in control.
I took Betty back to the table, and said "Well, I've danced enough. What's next?" (naturally, I knew full well what their response would be). Greg said "We live about 2 miles from here. Let's go back and have a nightcap!" I said, boldly, "Yes, and I know exactly what that nightcap will be!" I reached over to Betty and slid my right hand into the bodice of the dress. My hand disappeared as I clenched her left tit. I stared into Greg's face as I did this, and saw him gulp, then lick his lips. He nodded, but said nothing.
I helped Betty with her coat, kissing the back of her neck as I did so. Greg was fumbling with his car keys, and I licked Betty's nape of neck before the collar of the coat covered it up. Out the door we went, and I followed them in my car. We arrived in minutes, parked the cars, and whisked Betty into the house. Her tits and ass were bouncing up the walk, and it was grand!
There was no pomp and circumstance. No pretense of hospitality. I read them like a book. When I went for Betty's coat, I stripped it off aggressively, just after I shouted Greg's name. He saw the coat drop to the floor, and I know he watched intently as both of my hands disappeared into Betty's bodice. I grasped - better to say mauled - Betty's tits while standing within 2 feet of Greg. While he watched, I could see beads of sweat on his brow and upper lip. I unzipped the zipper on the back of Betty's dress, and that - too - fell victim to the floor. Now, she was in black lacy bra, matching panties, and - the topper to me - a garter belt with smoky black hose, and no panties.
I led them both, by the hands, to the sofa. There is a coffee table near the sofa. I told Greg to sit - I didn't ask. At this point, I knew he was a cuck - and they both knew I knew. He sat, staring, as I began to put my lips - my face - all across Betty's form. When I spread Betty's legs, I heard Greg grunt. When I glanced over his way, before I "dined at the Y," Greg had already shed his slacks - and his cock was pulled out of the fly of his boxers. He was stroking so hard, I was momentarily fearful of his harming his unit.
With Greg set, I pressed on - as it were. That is to say, I pressed my face into Betty's exposed, moist cunt. I ate her slit like it would be my last meal. I disregarded Greg's presence, since I knew full well how he'd entertain himself. I ate - slurped - tongued that marvelous mature love cavern. Her legs were in the air, I was on my knees, and it was like eating a five-course dinner. God, she tasted good. After a few moments of barely coming up for air, I finally pulled back. Betty was rubbing her clit, and my face felt cool when I pulled away. The currents of the air cause her cunt juice to react to the air movement. I turned to Greg, used my fingers to wipe away some of the leavings from Betty's cunt. I then got my face about 6 inches from Greg's face, and sucked them like they were cocks. I left nothing of Betty's cunt on my fingers - I took it all into my mouth. Greg was flogging his manly dolphin like mad.
From this point, it was becoming a blur, as I dallied from cunt to tits to ass to thighs to armpits. I slapped Betty's voluminous tits, and nibbled at her nipples. Greg did not indulge for a moment. Never did he leave the coffee table, because I did not tell him to. I pumped my stiffened rod into Betty's cunt and ass - moments at a time for each. She continued to fondle her clit as I worked her body.
It was only when I was ready to orgasm that I told Greg to come over and kneel on the floor, at Betty's head. To complete the cuck experience, I told Greg to put his face next to Betty's. As he did so, I pulled out of her cunt, and finished my experience with jacking my cock to explosion. They were experienced enough to know what was about to happen, and neither resisted or even moved. When I released my cum, I made sure each received a semen baptism. Ropes shot to their faces, and Greg orgasmed at the same time, without touching his cock.
Everyone was sweaty, gasping for air, and sated. It was a Hell of a night.
NOTE: the next morning, I had breakfast with my escort to the dance. I then found out Greg and Betty were long-time friends of my buddy, and he set the whole thing up.
What a friend!
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