Mature Maybel-line

As I nervously sat there waiting for Mabel to call me back with the details of the evening, I found it somewhat ironic. I was now pretty close to the age she had been when I'd first met her so many years ago. And she...was now the age that her husband Jack had been back then as well. At the time I had seen "Old man Jack" as just that, but I couldn't in any way shape or form see Mabel, as being an older Maybelline as I remembered her back then, or now. She had certainly changed yes, but if anything, even more attractive than I remembered her. Which in a way, made everything I had recently learned about her, that much harder for me to digest and accept. If in fact, I ever could.

Sitting there at my kitchen table waiting for the phone to ring, I ran so many scenarios through my mind, I was beginning to get a headache because of it. I still wasn't a hundred percent sure I could actually go through with this either. I didn't know how I'd feel seeing her with someone else, even though I knew he...they, would be total and complete strangers to her. Something in and of itself that puzzled me.

And yet, I did so, sitting there with a full blown erection.

I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I actually jumped when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"You sure about this? You sure you really want to go through with this?" She asked by way of her answering my pickup.

I hesitated only briefly, it was now or never. "Yeah, I am," I said steeling myself for what was to come.

"Ok, come over then. I'll fill you in on our way into town." Once again I heard nothing but the dial tone, grabbing my sports coat, throwing it on as I walked out the front door. She was already sitting inside her car as I came out. This time, she'd be driving.

She looked hot as hell, not surprisingly. She had worn a simple, but very sexy dark blue dress, the top of which was a wrap around. I realized as she shifted about in her seat, that it would periodically gap on one side, just enough to balloon open a little, revealing the fact you could see her breasts if she stayed in a certain position. And it was then that I knew she had purposely gone without a bra, wondering if she wore anything at all beneath it.

"I've booked us a nice room at the Marriott," she began. "And I've already been there and checked us all in," she added. "It's centrally located too, amidst several popular clubs and bars nearby. It's important that I did, as that way the men who do come up, know this is for real, and that they're not going to be robbed or anything. Plus...it also makes them more comfortable, and more likely to adhere to my conditions simple as they are. Most of the time in fact, they're actually relieved, and find it a lot easier to get over any guilt they may have regarding wives or sweethearts if it's mostly about just getting jerked off and squirting on me, as opposed to anything else."

I guess what she said made sense, but no matter how you looked at it, just doing this, doing what we were about to actually do came with an element of risk. Jack had been a strong tough looking guy, so I figured that his being there with her in the past had served notice to anyone who might think otherwise about going along with Mabel's limitations. I certainly wasn't any slouch myself now, I had put on some weight, and was fairly strong in my own right just coming out of the service. And I certainly knew how to defend myself. The problem was, I still looked twenty-two, not forty. And I wasn't sure if my presence would be enough of a deterrent if someone decided they wanted a lot more than just a simple hand-job. I was glad to hear that as a way of easing me into this situation, Mabel had decided it was to be masturbation only, all the way around. She wasn't even going to give any blowjobs, even with using condoms, not tonight anyway. And that did make things a bit easier for me to accept going in.

Minutes later we were parking her car in the Hotel garage. I thought initially we'd then go up to the room, but I soon found myself standing outside on the sidewalk with her instead.

"The room's already," she told me. "After we've cruised a few places and left a few cards, we'll come back, and then I'll change in preparation for this evening."

"Cards?"

I noticed then as she showed me a few blank cards that looked much like business cards, though each one was hand written. She had already noted the Hotel and room we were staying in, along with some brief basic expectations. That and nothing else.

"Come on, I'll show you how this works," she told me, and then led me into the first of several bars and clubs we'd be visiting, as the night progressed. All within easy walking distance back to the hotel.

Even before we'd sat down at the bar to order our drinks, Mabel was already scanning the area for potential partners.

"The first thing I do is, is to pick out what I believe will be willing participants," she told me. "And I've gotten pretty good at judging people, figuring out which men are more likely to go along with this, and not cause us any problems. After that, I simply walk up and hand them one of these cards. After they've had a chance to read it, they usually come back to wherever it is that I am, which hopefully by then is a table. A brief chat to discuss it, and then we take it from there. Usually it's a time where I reassure them it's for real, and that no money whatsoever is involved here. The last thing I want any of them to think, is that I'm a call girl or something."

Having gotten our drinks, we soon managed to snare an available booth sitting down in it, as Mabel went back to scanning the area. Finally she noticed a group of men sitting together, looking as though they'd just got there after work for a drink.

"No women, that's good. Usually a sure sign that one of them at least might actually be interested, though sometimes, if you're really lucky, you can get all of them at once up to the room. That saves a lot of time barhopping, and "buddies" tend to be a lot safer if they come together too. Plus it usually makes for less time getting through the awkward stage of guy strangers being around other guy strangers."

Once again what she said made sense, but it was still nerve-wracking for me to be sitting there as she picked out possible candidates for the evening.

"You ready?" She asked again. "Still want to do this? Because it's not too late if you'd like to change your mind," she told me.

"No...I'm ready," I told her nervously. "Let's do this."

She then gave my leg an affectionate squeeze. "Ok, stay here, I'll be back in a minute or two, and we'll see if we get any bites."

I sat there watching her as she boldly walked over towards their table, though I couldn't hear anything, I know she had introduced herself, using the name May. She had told me earlier that, that was the name she'd be using tonight. One in which she actually preferred being called now as opposed to Mabel, but that she also only used it on nights out like this. A name that would be easier for me to remember in calling her for one. Though I now sat wondering what name that I should perhaps use for myself as I looked up just in time to see her returning.

"Now what?" I said as she slid back in next to me, letting the group see where she was, and more importantly, who she was with, in the event they had any concerns about this not being real, or some kind of a come on.

"Now we wait...see if the fish are biting," she said once again smiling in their direction.

It was interesting to see the four of them actually looking down at their cards, reading them again, laughing, then talking amongst themselves. Once again looks in our direction, more laughing, more talking...and then to my surprise, one of them actually stood up and wandered over towards us.

"May was it?" He asked upon reaching our table, then adding. "May I sit down?" He asked making a joke out of the question in reusing her name again.

"Please," Mabel said, only then introducing me. "This is a friend of mine," she told him, you don't need to know his name, and you certainly don't need to tell me yours either. Even if you did, it probably wouldn't be the real one anyway," she told him seeing the amused smile on his face after she said that.

"So is this for real?" He asked once again looking down at the card. "You're not some kind of a...hooker? Or a cop?"

"I'm not a prostitute no. No money's involved here, and because there isn't, then it wouldn't make any sense for me to be a cop now either would it?"

"No...I guess not," he said still curious, but purposely cautious too. "So what is it you're looking to do then?" He asked again. "It says here on the card that if I'm interested in receiving nothing more than a nice hand job, and getting to touch you a little too in doing that, that we're to come to the hotel room on the card around eight? Is that correct?"

"That's it, plain and simple!" She told him, nothing more...nothing less. "You can come as many times as you can manage it, on my body wherever you'd like to. Just not in it, which means nothing in my mouth, my pussy, or my ass. Just some good clean, safe-sex fun...that's it. Nothing else. So...if you and your friend's are interested, let me know before we finish our drinks here so we know what to expect."

He still looked a little skeptical, but then told her he'd go back and discuss it further with his buddies. They'd give us an answer before we had a chance to finish our drinks. I'd barely even touched mine, only then sipping it as we watched him head back to the table.

"What do you think?" I asked.

She sat for a moment watching the three of them discussing it again. And then smiled.

"I think we got three out of the four," she told me.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"Because one of them is turning his ring around and around on his finger. He's definitely married, and though he considered it, he's not about to doing anything. So for sure he's out. Too bad too, he's fairly cute. But the other three, they're far more likely to do it, especially the one who came over here. He wasn't wearing any rings for one, and secondly, he's the one doing most of the talking at the moment. He's trying to convince at least one of them to come with him, not wanting to be the only one to come up to the room alone. Because of that, I'm willing to bet, unless one of the others is married too, that we'll get all three. Safety in numbers and all that."

Only moments later the same guy who came over the first time wandered back, and he was smiling.

"Ok, there will be three of us," he began, but we were sort of wondering, it's six-thirty now, can we do it at seven instead of eight? Two of the other guys have ah...other commitments."

"Girlfriends you mean," Mabel laughed. "Yeah, sure...make it seven then. You have the name of the Hotel, just around the corner from here, along with the room number. Don't be early, but don't be late either. Knock three times, my boyfriend will let you in."

"Boyfriend?" I questioned as we watched the guy head back to his table.

"What would you prefer? Bodyguard? Now...finish your drink, we're leaving." She had already finished hers, so I downed mine in an instant, and then stood as she did. "Now we can go back and get prepared," she told me.

I didn't look back as we left the club, but I felt four pairs of eyes watching us go when we did.

"Think they'll actually show up?" I honestly wondered.

"I think two of them for sure, hopefully all three. I usually don't like to party unless there's at least three guys there minimum, including yourself."

I hadn't really considered that until now. "Wouldn't it be better if I just sort of stayed dressed and kept an eye on things? On the situation?" I asked her.

"At first yes, at least until we see how things go, after that...do whatever you're most comfortable with. If you feel like joining in, then do so. If you don't, well...then that's up to you."

She stopped just outside of the door to the hotel before we entered, once again turning towards me. "Steven, it's important that you understand something. Once things start, once they've actually come into the room, I'm not going to hold anything back. You're going to see me as I actually am, with other men present. I will enjoy myself when I do, one hundred percent. So if seeing that, watching that, bothers you at all. Then I suggest you go out and wait in the sitting room outside of the bedroom area until we're finished. Usually, no more than an hour or so tops most of the time, though on occasion, the evenings can go on a bit longer. I don't expect that with these three, especially as two of them at least have girlfriends who'll be waiting for them. So...it won't be a long night. But, if you do find you can't handle it, watching it, I'm going to need you to leave. Understood?"

I nodded my head in agreement with that. Then Mabel kissed me on the cheek, taking my hand in hers, and together we walked into the Hotel and on up to our room.

Once we'd gotten up to the room, "May" excused herself, heading off into the bathroom to freshen up and ready herself, asking me to pour us both a couple of drinks. Not really much of a drinker myself, I did manage to pour myself a double scotch along with one for her as I sat down staring at my watch. It was now a quarter to seven, and if May was right, we'd soon have company knocking at the door.

She came out a moment after that, now wearing what appeared to be a wisp of lace material that was more see-thru than not. Even I had to admit she looked hot as hell standing there in front of me the way that she was. Her dark nipples proudly, and clearly evident peeking through, another thin sheer piece of material just barely covering her pussy, which I now noticed she had shaved completely, another totally unexpected surprise.

"You like?" She asked turning around, only then accepting her drink from me.

Admittedly I liked very much and told her so, and there was no doubt in my mind, that the other three guys would very much like seeing her in that too. I had no doubt the party would get started only minutes after their arrival, and I once again found myself trying to prepare for that. Whether I actually stayed in the room with them was something I would soon learn. What I doubted seriously, was that I would actually participate myself.

I'd certainly been around other naked guys before. First off of course in high school in the locker room, which never was a big deal. And even more so when I was in the army during boot camp, where there was even less privacy there than there had been in school. I had stood naked with more guys than I was willing to admit to in the common showers, but where this was different, was that none of those guys ever had an erection in front of one another, at least not any I'd seen anyway.

This, would be totally different. They all would at one time or another at least, if not all at once. And that, I really wasn't honestly too sure about.

It was precisely seven o'clock straight up when Mabel and I heard three succinct knocks on our hotel room door.

She smiled, albeit a bit nervously, not for herself...but for me. "Right on time," she stated simply as I hurriedly made my way over to the door, first using the eye-peep to ensure it was them, which it was. All three of them.

Though smiling as they entered, they appeared nervous as well, wondering perhaps if indeed this wasn't some sort of a sham or something, but upon seeing May standing in the middle of the room dressed as she was, now knew otherwise.

It was then that they more formally introduced themselves, eyeing me curiously in the process as they did. I actually found that rather amusing. They were all obviously executive types dressed in nicely pressed shirts and ties, business suits and the like. And all three were closer to Mabel's age than mine. Had they wanted to, I am quite sure the three of them could have taken me, though I know I'd have put up one hell of a fight had they tried. But what was interesting, was the looks of curious respect I was given, as though I perhaps had the combative expertise that could have easily dealt with the three of them together. Obviously as young as I really was, they didn't look at me as being anything more than May's bodyguard perhaps, and as such, someone to be wary of.

But May quickly put them all at ease, not only because of the way she was dressed, but because of her easygoing attitude and obvious excitement. And she truly was excited. Her nipples were rock hard, pressing against the sheer material of her see-through gown.

Having fixed them drinks, she then proceeded to go to each one, loosening their ties, and even making that erotic somehow all by itself. George as he'd called himself anyway, had been the boldest of the lot, the one who had come to our table in the bar. He was tall, a couple of inches at least taller than I, short dark hair, blue eyes and appeared to at least work out on occasion. Mike has he'd called himself was bald, looking a bit like a young Captain Piccard on the Enterprise, even his features looked similar. And then Jason, the youngest of the three perhaps, still not yet thirty, was blonde, as muscular and as well built as I was, which I realized when I eventually saw him nude.

After they had all sat down to enjoy their drinks, May then proceeded to explain to them her "conditions", serious about it, and letting them know as she did so, that nothing else would be tolerated, and the moment any of them did, or tried anything else outside of that, they'd all be asked to leave, and the party would be over.

Once again, it was interesting to note just how fine they all seemed to be with that, accepting what she'd told them without any question, and without any hope, or even want...for taking it further than that.

"So...what's next then?" George asked, obviously excited, and a bit more willing than his friends to get naked and get the party rolling.

Seizing the moment, and the opportunity to do just that, May walked over undoing the belt on his slacks, lowering his zipper, and then slipping her hand inside, withdrawing his rapidly hardening cock a moment later. Having done that, she then walked over and proceeded to do the exact same thing to the other two. George meanwhile finished undressing himself fully while she did, soon naked and obviously aroused as his somewhat shier friends finally did so as well. May was quick to ensure their pricks were given attention however, walking back and forth amongst all three, offering them her breasts to be played and toyed with, ensuring their erections didn't dwindle as they got used to seeing one another in an aroused state.

I remained fully clothed of course, taking it all in. Surprised that I could actually find this somewhat arousing, up until now anyway, and knowing that I too was beginning to get hard. My advantage perhaps was in the knowing. I didn't have to reveal myself, and most likely wouldn't either, so I could afford to stand there and allow it to happen.

With all three of them now entirely naked, May had them stand in front of her side-by-side. She enjoyed holding onto two of them, working them simultaneously with her hands, then trading off for a different pair, doing so again for several more moments. She even placed two of their cocks side by side, stroking them together, which surprised me that they allowed her to do that. But perhaps it was because she really only did have two hands, and that there were three of them, that they went along with it. I really didn't know. It was still interesting to watch.

May then reminded them all, they could come on her as often as they liked, wherever they liked, but of course never in her. And, she also told them, she wanted to know it when they were about to, as she enjoyed knowing that, especially as she could then be ready to actually see it when they did. Her excitement and enthusiasm was obvious, and I knew then, she was indeed not holding back. But by now...neither where any of them.

It was then that she led two of them by their pricks into the bedroom, George following closely behind. As they did, I stood there hesitating, wondering if I should remain outside, but then convinced myself, that unless I did go in, at least for a few minutes anyway, I might not fully understand all this. And thus...not have all I needed for whatever final decision it was, I would make.

Having entered the bedroom, May proceeded to remove the black bit of nothingness she had on, doing a bit of a tease with that even as she did, until all she was wearing was the equally see-thru bit of triangular cloth between her legs. This she did leave on for a moment longer, crawling up into the middle of the bed. All three men standing around it looking down at her, not entirely sure what to do next beyond standing there fisting themselves, which May obviously enjoyed watching them do.

Admittedly it was erotic, watching May lie there, slipping her hand down inside the waistband of her delicate panties, fingering herself uninhibitedly as she did. George tentatively reached out, now fondling one her of breasts, as with her free hand, she reached up, once again clasping the man's rigid cock.

Now, it's not like I have an eye for these things, this was pretty much my first ever experience seeing so many cocks...at least hard ones anyway, all at once. Captain Piccard as I came to think of him, had a cock similar in size and shape to my own, Jason's was perhaps the smallest, though only slightly, though far slimmer in shape, which perhaps made it look and appear a bit smaller than it really was. George on the other hand, well...seeing how big he truly was, gave me some insight into his self-confidence and boldness. He was indeed big, and very thick around too. I found myself actually wondering if May could have even handled something that size inside her, once again pleased to realize, she wouldn't even be attempting to. Though she herself found it rather amusing that she couldn't fit her entire hand around his manhood no matter how hard she tried. And she sure tried.

"Show me how you enjoy jerking a cock off this big yourself!" She told him. "I want to see how you enjoy doing it."

He seemed a little hesitant at first, somewhat embarrassed even in front of his friends, but she reached down inside her panties, and produced what I now knew to be a droplet of her own secret sauce, smearing that about the head of his prick with her finger.

"Use that," she told him suggestively, which he began doing. He did indeed appear to use both hands at once as he stood there stroking his shaft. I'd done that myself, but usually hand over hand, one after the other. I didn't quite have room enough for both the way George did.

Soon Mike and Jason came over to get a dollop of pussy cream treatment from May as well. She smeared more of her essence on them, and then some more on George's cock, watching them lather themselves up with it quite wickedly. By now, I was more than half tempted to feel that for myself, but remained rigidly still, and yet rigidly hard too...by the door.

Now growing a bit bolder, Mike slipped his finger under that dainty little triangle of cloth. Spreading her legs more easily for him, May was soon treated to a double fingering of her wet juicy cunt as Mike probed at her from one side, with Jason now probing at her from the other, each one of them now fingering her inside. She groaned audibly, still stroking George's cock, just long enough as it was that she bent it towards herself, rubbing it back and forth across her nipples.

I could feel my own cock pressing against my pants, emotions a whirl of confusion, as I did in fact find myself more than aroused, a bit jealous as well, an emotion I hadn't had to deal with too often, but the arousal at the moment far surpassed any reasoning I might have entertained towards that.

"You ready for one?" Jason asked, his voice hot and lusty as he looked at her, fisting his own cock, now furiously as he worked it up and down.

"Yes please!" May said excitedly.

"Where would you like it?"

"Anywhere, shoot it anywhere you'd like...just do it so I can watch you cum!" She cried out deliriously at this point.

Jason moved forwards a little, aiming his prick down towards her breasts, and then moments later, calling out his release just as she had asked them to do.

"Gonna fucking cum!" He stated, looking, saying it again, and then squirting. He splashed against her right breast several times before moving over and now squirting against the other one. He didn't cover it quite as completely as he had the first, but enough that May now held each of her breasts, smearing his spent cream equally between the two of them.

"Fuck me...me!" George now groaned, standing nearer her head, his first spurt missing her head entirely, so forceful a jettison as it was, landing somewhere across the bed and then onto the carpet as I watched it. The bizarreness of seeing it, yet appreciating the strength of it surprising me. He didn't miss her with the next, or the next, or the one after that either. Her dark hair, the forehead of her face, and most of one cheek was covered in his thick gooey cream. May continued pumping his prick, droplets of it now sticking to the head, oozing down, wrapping themselves about her fingers as she now reached down, adding that to the still sticky mess covering her tits.

"Turn over!" Mike suddenly asked, seizing the moment and the opportunity. May did so, happily presenting her ass to him, her pink lips peeking out, winking at him from behind. He walked over, nearer towards her ass, I thought for a moment he might actually try and spear her with his prick, making motion to walk over, but then froze in mid-step. He too cried out then, pointing the swollen knob of his purple-tipped cock at the puckered opening of May's ass, and cried out.

"Oh yeah, take it baby, take it! Take my spunk against your sweet tight ass!" In seconds, he was splurging against it, his spunk easily shooting well up her back, and then down again as he now held himself against her, rolling his prick back and forth in the gooey syrup he'd just produced, smearing it across her ass cheeks with his dick-head until he at last became too sensitive to continue, and stepped away.

Although they'd all been told they could cum as many times as they liked, it became quickly obvious as they all stood there looking at one another sheepishly for a moment afterwards, even though they were smiling.

"Well, I hate to cum and run," George quipped...but like I told you earlier, unfortunately we all of us have plans later."

As though being their spokesman, the three of them hurriedly dressed, and were out the door in less than ten minutes time. I found it somewhat amusing at the sudden hurried rush at the end, though May seemed to do too, laughing about it with me after they had gone.

"That's usually what happens, most of the time anyway. Cum and runs, I used to call them. It's really rare when someone stays to cum more than once, though usually, the only time I actually see that, is when we've managed to get five or six complete strangers together. Then for some oddball reason, no one seems to be in as big a hurry to leave, so the parties are generally a lot longer. Needless to say, I was sort of expecting that to happen with these guys, and not at all surprised that it did."

"Did you even cum?" I asked curiously.

"Not yet...but I will," she said smiling at me. "But first, we need to deal with that thing too!" She said pointing at my groin, the evidence of my own hard firm erection very apparent. "Unless of course, you've come to any decisions yet."

"Not yet...I still need to think things through a bit more," I confessed, but I did grin back at her..."but you are right about the other thing though...I would like to join the party now, even if I'm a late cummer to the event?"

"Normally, after such a short party I'd go out fishing again, bring back another group of guys," she said once again stunning me a little by the admission. "But under the circumstances, you've probably gotten somewhat of an idea of what I was trying to tell you about myself. So...we'll just stay in tonight and party by ourselves. However...I'm still in the mood for some kink," she stated, and then disappeared back into the bedroom for a moment. When she returned she was wearing a short but modest bathrobe.

"Going somewhere?"

"In a minute, yes. But before I do...come over here."

She was standing by the window holding open the curtain in our room. I walked over looking out. We were on the second floor, the hotel pool just below us as our room overlooked the courtyard down below.

"Yeah? So?"

"That's where I'll be in a few minutes, looking up at you," she told me the look in her eyes lustful, wild. "When you see me, open the curtains. I'll expect you to be naked by then, jerking yourself off here in the window."

"What?"

Though I hesitated, looking a bit wild-eyed myself now, in a different way, she continued not allowing me to interrupt her.

"I'll hold my robe open so you can look at me while you do. If I close it, you'll know someone's coming so you can move away from the window. But if I don't you're to keep going until I see your cream hit the window pain. I want to see it splatter against it while I stand there and watch you. Afterwards, you can fuck me until the sun comes up if you want to." With that, she turned heading towards the door.

"Mabel! Mabel?"

She had gone through the door without turning back around to look at me, and then disappeared.

I stood there for a moment, and then hurriedly took off my clothing. I couldn't believe I was actually going to do this, but then the excitement of doing such a silly thing...a dangerous thing, a totally wild thing such as this, at least for me, suddenly seemed exciting as hell.

Peering through the curtains looking down, I saw Mabel emerge from the building, opening the fenced in area. She crossed from there over towards the pool, now standing taking a quick look about. Seconds later she stood there with her robe open, only she didn't hold it open as she said she would. She dropped it entirely! She now stood there totally naked looking up expectantly where I stood. I pulled the curtains completely open, now standing as vulnerably as she was in a way. Now in the open window, I began stroking my cock, looking down at her as she stood there. Mabel spreading her legs slightly, one hand down between them as she obviously began finger-fucking herself. I wondered as she did...if anyone else could see her. If anyone else was now watching, having happened to suddenly look out, see this gorgeous naked woman standing there by the pool, pleasuring herself.

"Fuck!" I moaned hotly, my own words adding to my instant pleasure. The sound of my hand now pumping my dick, squeezing it, producing a nice droplet of precum which I now smeared about the head of my prick as Mabel stood down below, watching me do so.

She was grinning from ear to ear, one hand now coming up to cup and begin fondling her breast. I watched as she tweaked her hard extended nipple, pulling on it. In doing so, she stretched her breast out wickedly, shaking it just holding onto her nipple. Her fingers busy between her legs likewise now pinching her tender clit. I again groaned, pressing my dick against the cool window pain, flattening it. I couldn't hear her, but I could see her laugh delightedly when I did that, so I continued to do so. As though attempting to reach her somehow from up here with my cock.

"Cum! Squirt! Shoot!" I could see her mouth saying, forming the unheard words as I stood there looking down at her. And I did indeed feel the pleasure within my balls, the excitement of what I had seen this evening having already escalated my need. But now seeing Mable standing below me, the danger of someone seeing her as she stood there now tickling the pleasure as it began to rise up the length of my shaft.

I watched the first massive spurt leap from the tip of my cock, splashing against the window just as she'd asked. That was soon followed by another, and then another as she stood below me, watching it, now furiously working her clit between her legs as she did so.

I stood there watching my spunk running down the length of the window, cum splats above, streamers of it leading away from those streaking the window. I looked down once again...she was gone. Another couple, a man and a woman just then entering the pool area. I grabbed the curtains yanking them closed, my heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Seconds later the door to our room opened, Mabel came running in, breathless, still excited herself once again opening the window curtains to look at the carnage I'd created.

"Nice load!" She told me. "And that looked so fucking hot, seeing it hitting the window, and then running down it," she added. She now placed her hand over the cum puddles still clinging to it, smearing it even more broadly until the window had turned foggy with my spending, laughing as she did.

"Ah...maybe I should get something to clean that off with?" I suggested.

Once again Mabel laughed. "Don't worry about it, I've already left a couple of hundred dollars in an envelope for the maid, I'm sure she'll take care of it for us when she cleans the room."

Embarrassed at leaving the window looking like that regardless, Mabel then drew me towards her, her robe once again falling about her feet. "Now...like I told you, you're welcome to fuck me until the sun comes up," she said. "Unless you'd rather not."

We nearly accomplished that too, both falling asleep hours later, still entwined in one another's arms.

In the morning, we dressed, now ravenous and headed downstairs to the hotel buffet and coffee shop. Finding a somewhat secluded table, we began feasting on a wide variety of breakfast foods along with plenty of nice hot coffee. And even as we ate, I found myself thinking about the night before, the things I had seen, felt and no longer really wondered about. But there were others I was.

"So tell me," I began, chasing some yoke on my plate with a bit of bread. "Have these parties ever included other women?"

She laughed at that almost spilling her orange juice. "Sometimes. There have been a few instances where a woman has willingly come up and joined us. But I usually have to go to a different area of town for the odds of that to happen. There's a few bars in another section of town where if there's any possibility of that taking place, that we'll find it there. The hotels nearby aren't nearly as nice as this place, but they're clean...and safe. And it has been an interesting experience when there have been one or two other women involved. Admittedly, I do enjoy fingering another woman's pussy too. Does that surprise you?" She now asked.

"Surprise me? No. Make me horny? Yes." And then I showed her that I was. Drawing her attention down towards my lap, she could see the obvious bulge pressing against my jeans.

"My my...you're full of all kinds of surprises aren't you?" She said reaching over beneath the table, placing her hand on my penis, squeezing it. "I'd have thought after our marathon fuck session, you'd be wiped out."

"Yeah, me too...I'm still a bit surprised myself that I could be this aroused again so soon!"

"So I take it...you've made a decision then?" she asked now pressing me even more firmly within her hand.

It was only at that very moment that I did. "Yes," I told her breathlessly. "I'm willing to at least try...try to continue to understand it, experience this with you," I told her as she fumbled with my zipper, undoing it, removing my hard stiff cock.

"That's all I ask," she said softly. "And even when...and if...you decide otherwise, at least tell me before hand, just don't up and disappear on me."

"I won't," I half moaned as she began working my cock slowly up and down there beneath the table, patrons and waiters alike, busy about their meals, totally oblivious to the ecstasy I was now feeling.

"Tell me," she giggled.

"What here?"

She laughed a bit louder, drawing some attention for a moment, but then whispering. "Not loudly," she mused. "But I will need to do something here before you do," she again giggled, removing her cloth napkin from the table, placing it down on my thigh.

"Oh...yeah," I said realizing I might need to.

"But I still like hearing it anyway," she giggled again, her fingers now scissoring the head of my prick which was leaking profusely as she smeared my cock-juice over and around it, delighting my senses.

"Well in that case...prepare yourself. Because I'm going to shoot a nice hot load," I whispered to her.

Mabel quickly covered my prick with the napkin, but continued to fondle me through it, now forcefully jacking it up and down. I hovered on the edge only for a moment, then felt the delicious spurt of my prick as my cum flew into the napkin she had covered it with. Even then I felt the moisture seeping through it, as she did, smiling wickedly, turning towards me looking down, watching the cream ooze through the fine material and into her hand.

"Hmmm nice, now I wish I'd ordered strawberries!" she giggled even louder, and then took away my cum soiled napkin, placing it onto her plate. I looked at her in surprise, but she again just laughed. "It will give the staff something to talk about," she explained. Now then...it's my turn!"

As I zipped up putting things away, Mabel somehow managed to slip off her thong, handing it to me. She was wearing a light summer dress, which did make it easy, as she bunched up part of her dress closest to me.

"Give me your spoon," she said.

I did, but she didn't take it from me.

"No...between my legs. Use that, run the smooth side up and down between my lips, tap my clitty with it," she told me.

I began doing so, softly at first, all the while sipping my coffee, my eyes roaming about the room ensuring no one was aware of what was actually taking place here.

"Oh yeah, yeah...that's nice. Do it a little harder now, tap my clit harder. Harder than that! Harder!"

I did so, trying not to make so much noise however, a bit worried when someone walked over a bit too closely, toning it down, though picking up the speed again the moment they'd passed.

"Oh yeah baby...that's it, that's it. Now...spoon it, spoon my pussy...run it up my split!"

She was coming. And as she did, her cream flowed from her cunt in abundance. I looked down, running the tip up her groove, collecting her nectar as I did, watching it ooze out of her in thick frothy display.

Without even being asked, I lifted the spoon to my mouth, cleaning it off, and then running it up and down her again, seeking more.

"Now I wish we'd ordered strawberries," I told her grinning as I licked and cleaned off the second spoon of her delight.

We sat for a moment longer both of us still collecting ourselves. "Well? Shall we? If we're going to party again tonight, I still have a few things to do and prepare for. And I'd suggest, that you go home and get some sleep. If we're lucky, this will be an even longer, wilder night. And I have a pretty good feeling, that it will be!"

Once again Mabel left a sizeable tip, telling me that she was definitely not hurting for money as much as she'd been throwing around lately. We soon after left the hotel and restaurant, heading back to her place. She wanted me to drive, which I did. And the entire way back, I sat watching her as she once again fingered herself all the way home.

I knew then, being around her with her...was going to be an interesting experience.​