Mature The Book Signing

As for the last full day at the hotel, well it came early and it went smoothly enough, (albeit with my problematic boner still pressing against my sweatpants). I put up best I could with the merciless cat-calls coming from a long line of blue-haired hopefuls, (all vying for a photo, kiss, and a chance to put me in the #METOO movement from all their gropings). When the day ended, Brooklyn, Brittni, and myself were up the elevator again. The two could have left the hotel, but it was my last night and we didn't want the suite to go to waste.

It seemed that the toys and "weapons of ass-destruction" however would have to wait for another time. We wanted to celebrate our last night of fuckery before the two women went back to their regular lives, (and I'd head out on my Friday morning flight home). We agreed this evening needed to be special based on all that had happened.

Through our experiences we'd bonded and now this was going to take a different twist... we were going to make love. Sick huh? All that nastiness and freaky business earlier, and now we were merely going to share body to body intimacy? You may be shaking your head in disbelief, but yep; when we popped the door to the suite open, the only electronic device we used was the remote for the lights, AC, and music.

So what did that look like you might wonder? Well it was passionate to say the least; flesh upon flesh, lips finding lips and hands strumming bodies in a deep tissue humping massage sort of thing... part fuck, part make out session, part nuru massage threesome.

Brittni and I made Brooklyn the focus at first, keeping her in-between our nakedness in that big king-sized bed. In the dimness of the room our hands roamed up and down her form, stroking her belly and breasts. This was all about Brooklyn and Brittni and I took it upon ourselves to cover as much of her body with our lips, loins, and palms that we could kiss, suck, hump, and grope.

We flipped Brooklyn in ever so many positions as the clock on the wall ticked away. We kicked it doggystyle with my cock up her puss-pipe and her head between Britt's thighs. There was sixty-nining with her and myself as Britt rimmed her asshole from above. There was even spooning anal sex (with Brooklyn's tushy being split by my cock as Britt suckled her breasts), hell we tumbled, fucked, and loved upon the fantastic Filipina fucktress!

That's not to say there wasn't tenderness. With my problematically proud pecker poking her insides I simply brought Brooklyn's face to mine and caressed it whenever possible, pulling her in for one long passionate soul-kiss; one that seemed to last forever as I stroked the back of her neck and ran fingers through her hair. All the while; Brittni ran lips, hands, and quim up and down the older woman's lovely form, as Brook and I humped against one another again and again in as many ways as you could count, (until at last in a good old-fashioned missionary position Brooklyn and I shuddered face to face). I sent a warm spout of seed deep inside her sex while she yelped and hissed like a leaky radiator. Now lying on her side next to us and masturbating furiously, Brittni brought herself off with one hand; timing her climax perfectly with hours in a chorus of shared intimate energy.

There was an interlude with the dining cart and some Champagne. Giggles and strokes followed. Somewhere along the line Brittni's hand found my chin and she pulled my face to hers saying,

"Ready to go again?"

Now it was Brittni's turn to be the center of it all (and turn her - we did)! She was on her belly with her ass up high as my cock slammed down deep into her rectum; her yelps and moans muffled by the fact she'd a mouthful of Brooklyn's snatch until one by one all three of us came. Britt then found herself draped atop me in a passionate sixty-nine, sucking my cock greedily while Brooklyn massaged, licked, kissed, and nibbled her shoulders, neck, spine and asshole.

At one point as I ate Britt's twat, Brook nibbled her way down Britt's rump; her lips found mine as I tilted my head up to receive an open-mouthed French kiss from the Filipina seductress. We were happily devouring our little pixie pastry together, but still when there was a chance to steal a passionate smooch we took it; all before returning our attentions to Britt's puss and bottom-hole. The three of us gnawed, sucked, and chewed our way to new climaxes; Britt gulping down my load as she spritzed a dew-gasm in my mouth while Brook brought herself off with her own hand while tongue buggering the last of my cum from Britt's poor battered backdoor.

I now wanted the intimate connection of my cock nestled in Britt's lovely cunt. As if reading my mind, she mentioned the same need. We flipped back and forth in several positions; doggystyle, missionary, on our side; all with my cock deep up Britt's pussy from behind as she and Brook rubbed clits, smooched hard, and caressed one another's faces.

Finally, Brooklyn lay back against a stack of pillows at the headboard. Brittni reclined against her, using her as a sort of "mommy-couch" as Brook raised and parted Brittni's legs for me. I plunged my cock into Britt's pussy-pit balls deep, immediately commencing to row at her insides. She pressed little pixie lips to mine and we let our tongues dance a sort of French kiss tango. Behind her, Brooklyn gnawed and chewed Britt's neck and shoulders; twisting the young woman's nips into pink gumdrops of aroused flesh. We were no longer fucking, it was lovemaking pure and simple; a three-way love session at its sweetest.

As the minutes ticked off it was almost as if I were becoming high from the delicate natural perfume of Britt's hair, breath, and skin - intoxicants all. She really should distill and bottle that fragrance... "Brittni, the scent that loses men's minds!" Anyhow I was all chews gropes and strokes, of Britt; every now and again pulling Brooklyn's face in from over Britt's shoulder for a kiss and a hypnotic "whiff of Brooklyn, "the fragrance that makes gentlemen lose their souls!" We felt ourselves rise higher and higher to a marvelous passionate crescendo.

When it came for us Britt let forth a lovely little squeak and I felt the warm trickle of her brine at my loans as Brooklyn (who'd been rubbing herself with one hand and alternating humping Britt's buttocks), gasped happily at the ceiling; a broad smile etched across her face. It was all I needed. The release felt magnificent.

Ejaculating again and again, I sent great steamy ropes of cum splashing into the deepest corners of Britt's lovely puss-hole. Our torrid trio shared a threeway kiss, sighing happily in the moment of blissful release. Each of us smooched the other two, finding a set of lips and then greedily finding the other in a heady mix of shared spirit of intimacy, gratitude, and sexual fellowship. We simply couldn't hold one another tight enough and if possible, we'd have pulled the three of us together into a singular piece of skin and flesh; a composite of desire, sex, and passion.

Sleep came. We drifted off, myself with Brittni lying beneath me; my cock wedged deep inside her pink gyno-grotto while Brooklyn spooned-up next to us. Once or twice in the night I awoke; my stiffy raging in Britt's cunt. I rolled my hips ever so slightly in a nice slow fuck and presently Brittni sleepily returned the grinding strokes as we rubbed each other's faces and brushed our lips together.

Eventually we both experienced a happy little shudder followed spurt, until the fog of sleep passed over us again. We slept and cuddled, pulling Brooklyn closer into us and wallowing in the lovely closeness as our sips and sighs of air filled the room. Peace. Bliss.
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With the morning I was the first to wake. It was the day of my departure and this was all coming to a sad end. As I stirred and became aware of things I suddenly realized a pleasant surprise. Something was missing.

I rolled carefully from Britt and sure enough, it was gone. My painfully stiff erection had subsided and I was instead looking down a happily "wilted willy" of a penis. I'd never been so happy to not have a morning woody!

"What's going on?" yawned Brittni as she stirred and stretched, the contents of my previous night's spoogings dribbling from her pussy and marking the sheet.

"Look," I answered happily.

Brittni raised herself up on one elbow, rolling on her side and rubbing her eyes as she tried to focus. Brook's sleepy head appeared over her shoulder, attempting to see what all the early morning discussion was about. Both girls immediately realized why I was pointing at down at my crotch and their surprised expressions immediately made it clear; they were just as relieved as I was to have my cock back to normal, (whatever "normal" really is for that matter).

"There's just one thing," Brooklyn commented reaching over Britt's hips and taking my penis between her thumb and forefinger.

"What's that?" I asked.

"We need to know," she said executing a gentle stroke upon me, "if it will function normally. After all, can't let you go without knowing if there is any permanent problem,"

With that she craned her head over Britt's rump and taking my cock in her mouth, she commenced sucking on me. In a very short time she'd mouth pumped me back into penetrative stiffness. Well, I was in the mood for a little "pre-checkout fuck" if they were. I figured, To hell with breakfast, that's what airport lounges are for anyhow!

I mounted first Brooklyn while Brittni dreamily laid on her side and merely observed. I gave Brook's cunt a good solid pounding doggy-style, then her asshole, then finally finishing in her cunt with a lovely jet from my nuts, deep up her baby factory while she happily yelped and shuddered with her legs shaking. I extricated myself and to my relief, my erection was wilting just as expected, a little slime trail of semen drippity-dropping from my dong-head.

"My turn," whispered Britt with a wicked smile as she grasped my member and commenced playin with it, "time for INSPECTOR TWO'S assessment!"

With a bit of patient kissing and foreplay, Britt had me solid enough for her to mount me cowgirl style as Brooklyn and I smooched down below. A few minutes of that and I then flipped Britt off me; mounting her rump for a good old-fashioned head-down ass-up anal rutting. We did this furiously for a while until we decided to reposition with me atop young Britt; hammering away at her puss missionary fashion as Brooklyn rode her face like a bicycle seat.

We bucked and rutted for several more minutes until we each climaxed. The two ladies separated from me, rejoining in a post fuck make out session against the pillows. Meanwhile I checked my cock. Yep, it was going down nicely. Then I looked at the clock.

"Oh SHIT," I blurted, "how long did we fuck for?"

"Too much of a good thing," Brooklyn commented wryly.

"Too much of TWO good things," I replied back, eyeing the two naked sex-goddesses in the bed.

I opted just to get dressed and skipped the shower. The girls commented that they lived just across town and would shower when they got through their front doors. I was running late and could just stink on the plane. Well... so much for coming home in a presentable fashion - just like my last trip to San Diego, I was coming home looking and smelling like a well-fucked train-wreck, (appropriate for a writer I guess).

We dressed and shoveled our things more or less into our luggage before doing a quick "once around the room" to make sure we hadn't left anything. It would not do for the girls to leave any or their toys behind, (especially Brooklyn's palomino pecker). As for the bed... well it looked like the maids would be washing sheets again most definitely, (and talking about us in the bargain). Satisfied we'd scooped up everything that was ours, we grabbed keys and left the room.

Down in the lobby we said our goodbyes. We didn't want to let go of the torrid trio but we had to. I had a plane to catch and both ladies had business later in the day across town.

As sad as the farewell was, it was really a bit more a, 'see ya later.' Brooklyn commented she'd come to the convention alone but was leaving well-fucked and well-fed on room service. She also mentioned she'd now found a lovely little pixie living just across town for her to call upon, (as her mommy/daughter urges dictated). Brittni blushed and hugged her in giggly agreement saying this was just the 'start of things' between her and Brooklyn.

"And you too Bill," Brooklyn observed with a wink before gesturing to 'get over here now' for a last embrace.

"I'm glad I finally got to meet you Bill," she said, all full of goodbye squeezes and kisses, "and I'm gonna see a lot more of you. It's a small world and we won't be strangers."

"No we won't Brook," I agreed, "you can count on that,"

I kissed again deep and hard, then I realized the Indian or Pakistani (or whatever he was), at the desk was ogling the whole damned thing. I stepped back shooting her a wink and a nod. There'd be more times. I could see it in her eyes and she could see it in mine. Then Brook scooped up Britt's face in both hands for one last kiss before asking her if she had her info.

"I do," Brittni commented, "and we'll see each other next weekend like we planned?"

"Its a date," replied Brooklyn as she bent down and scooped her bag up, "a mommy- kitten date!"

She kissed her new pixie-plaything one more time. She then spun on her heels and headed out to her car with us watching the sway of her ass, (and by us I mean me, Britt, and Mr nosey desk guy). I shot look at him and he immediately turned his eyes to his computer screen. Now it was just me and Britt.

"Thank you," I said scooping her up in my arms and pulling her in for the smooch of all smooches.

"For what?" she asked, "I should be thanking you!"

"For being there," I told her, "and for easing the pain of all this."

"Awww," she said pulling me in close so that our faces touched while she whispered, "I have a sneaking suspicion it won't be as bad as you think. Besides, remember what you said about the start of a beautiful friendship? Plus... we have that sexual bucket list we mentioned, right? All those people we want to hook up with? Now you are free to hit that list... and I hope you'll share,"

"No worries there," I replied, "I'm not greedy."

There was one last smooch (a good long one), then she turned tossing her bag over her shoulder and waived, 'so long for now.' I watched her leave, again noting the sway in that tight fuckable little gymnast ass of hers. It was about then I turned my attention to the desk guy, (seeing he was noticing the same thing).

"You're getting all this yes?" I smirked at him, trying to sound annoyed but in the end laughing a bit with the poor guy.

"Yes sir," he said turning his eyes back to his screen, "I assume we are keeping everything on your card? I have called the airport shuttle for you and its waiting outside as we speak,"

"Much obliged," I nodded to him with a smile as I snatched up my bags from the floor.

In twenty seconds the door to the airport shuttle closed shut next to me and with a lurch we rolled forward. I spun around in the seat and looked back at the hotel. When you've been to a place and you've had a really good fuck session like the one I'd had, that place is special in its own way. It gets tucked away in your mental rolodex for future use and at the moment I was taking it in; one last look at that hotel as it became smallish, then smaller, then smaller still. The whole time I thought of Brooklyn and of course Brittni. I finally turned around in the seat and looked straight ahead, content as best I could be while the driver merged and then dodged the shuttle in and out of traffic on our way to the airport.
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On the plane I had time for one drink. I figured there'd be more when I arrived at home, (considering what I had to look forward to). I began to feel that grey sense of hopelessness again, just like I'd felt before I'd made up my mind to come out to San Diego. I told myself to cheer up best I could but it was little I could do to coach myself into a cheery disposition, then I remembered something.

As I sipped my drink I looked left and noted the folks across the aisle were engrossed in newspapers and crappy inflight magazines. Oh what the fuck. I slipped my hand beneath my belt and waistband until I felt the warm swampiness around my fingertips. Keep my eyes peeled to make certain I wasn't seen, I brought my hand back up to my snout. Its a gross-out thing men do after a good fuck but we all do it and I pretended to scratch my nose between sips of scotch.

Yep, it was the scent I expected. It was the fragrant traces of fuckery... good honest to goodness epic fuckery, (from that morning and the previous evening). It was sex funk from the pussy and ass of both ladies and it was heady and strong. I was wearing it like a medal. Well that did it - I was able to smile, inspired by all that had happened.
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We landed ahead of time. I was happy to simply have a direct flight arriving close to home instead of messing with connecting planes in Phoenix. Soon I'd retrieved my bags and found my Jeep for the short trek home. Home... my heart sank a little over that thought as I settled into the driver's seat, then I sniffed my fingers again as happy little pheromone-tickled thoughts floated around in my head. I forgot my troubles, turned the key, and got myself out of Long Term Parking. In ten minutes I was barreling down the I-10 in the direction of my place.
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I pulled into the drive and opened the garage with the remote. I could see Linda's car was gone, (no surprise there). I parked inside, dropped the door behind me and then grabbed bags.

The house smelled, different; booze and incense (sandalwood I think). There was also sexy New Age fuck music playing. Apparently Linda had left her Pandora going, (wherever the fuck she was now).

I stepped into the living room and took a jump back. At first, I thought I had walked in on a mur*er scene. There was a fucking trail of red streaked across the floor but with the exception on one light in the far corner the room was dark and the shades were drawn. As my eyes adjusted in the dimness I realized the red happened to be blossoms; rose blossoms to be exact. At the start of the trail was a note (perfumed like a New Orleans cathouse). It read simply, "Follow."

She'd left that fucker a perfumed note and goddam fucking roses? I was livid. The trail led into the dining room, then to my man-cave (she had a lot of nerve taking it in there), then to my bar ( a lot of damned gall too), and then into our hall that led to the bedrooms. Each time I hit a new room there was one of those stupid stinky-ass notes sitting in the rose petals saying, "warmer."

I was warm alright. I decided to just head down to the bedroom, grab some things of mine if she'd not already tossed them, then wash up in the guest house before Linda got home from whatever the fuck she was doing (obviously in preparation for her romantic bangathon session with her dance instructor). She'd never set anything up like this for me in all the time we were married.

I stomped down the hall to the master bedroom. I had to have sounded like a pissed off T-Rex as my feet knocked those silly-ass rose petals this way and that. This would not take but a minute and I'd be showering up in the new man-cave by the pool. I pushed on the door, I just needed to remember where she sometimes put my...

"Hello?"

"...underwear."

There was my wife Linda, looking gorgeous as ever, lying on our bed naked as the day she was born. All around her was a pile of rose petals on the mattress, looking a bit like she'd fallen back against a pile of Autumn leaves. In her hand she held a magnum of Champagne and two glasses lay by the bed.

"Beg your pardon, honey. What was that?"

Whatever the hell was going on, I'd interrupted it. I was mad and embarrassed, and I just needed to get what I'd come for and make myself scarce. I looked over towards our clothes dresser.

"Underwear," I answered, "I won't be a minute, I just need to..."

"To get out of yours," she interrupted, picking up a glass "I agree ...and get out of the rest of those clothes too."

She emphasized her point by making the Champagne cork go *POP* right where the period would have been if spoken words were accompanied by subtitles. Her eyes were painted, she'd spent some time on makeup with them, and the way they followed mine was nothing short of a scene from a 1960's or 70's romantic sex comedy. She was doing the vamp thing marvelously, even killing it.

Linda possesses that sort of classic starlet beauty that people simply have to stop and look at her. I mean, if you can imagine Jane Russell and Sophia Loren having a beautiful brunette love child - Linda would be it. I'd have to describe it as a sort of high cheek-boned sophisticated Bond girl look that makes cars slow down to a crawl as drivers do a double-take, and it makes police officers tear up tickets when Linda was clearly speeding, (especially if she scrunches up her nose and makes moon-sized brown eyes at that poor helpless cop). It's a look that has allowed her all these years to get away with mur*er - or in this particular case infidelity.

Her lush black hair looked "just so," as well. She sometimes keeps it in a "playful bob" sort of affair, (with bangs in one long droop down before her eyes). Recently however, she'd had it butched up on the sides to the skin while keeping the droop in front. It gave her a sort of Rachel Maddow Sci-fi look like she was an extra in Bladerunner or something. I have to admit it was a look that she made work for her... and now it was working on me.

"Do you need a special invitation?" she said holding out a Champagne glass as I stood dumbfounded, "I said get out of your clothes!"

My duds hit the floor in a pile. This woman was offering up free pussy despite the fact that she'd told me days before that our life together was over. I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity for a good fuck in my own home no matter what the circumstances. My mother raised an asshole - not a damned fool!

I snatched up the glass from Linda's outstretched arm as she spun herself around at the foot of bed where I stood. She was now down low on all fours; eye-level with my cock and balls with her ass raised up high. I polished off the bubbly in three gulps from my glass and admired the view. Looking down at her heart-shaped hiney I was simply awe inspired by the sexy as hell dancer's ass currently pointing back at the pillows and headboard. I shot out a hand and ran it appreciatively over those lovely moon-cheeks, sculpted hard as stone by years of working out. I was still just as hypnotized by that ass as I'd been the first night we'd fucked, all those years ago.

Linda wrapped an arm about my waist and pulled her face in close to my junk. She huffed in hard; sniffing my junk. It was then I felt a little jolt of panic.

I realized I hadn't showered since the day before. I had sex funk from several fucks (courtesy of Brooklyn and Brittni's hot hindquarters), and I was certain my cock and balls were absolutely rank with the scent of pussy well-fucked anus. Linda however simply acted as if she were on some sniffing expedition at Yankee Candle Company; huffing in all that nastiness like penile potpourri. Fondling my balls, she ran out her tongue in little flicks and licks of my cock and tummy, until she had a throbbing veiny piece of wood in her hand. She looked up at me with lovely brown eyes, smiling as she took me in her mouth for a slow suck.

She commenced giving me simply out of this world deep-throating head and in short order she had me groaning like I'd come down with a bellyache. I ran my hands through her hair and eagerly drove my hips against that blowjob of hers. It only escalated from there.

We found ourselves at first in a sixty-nine, two carnal cannibals frantically gorging upon each other in a fit of hedonistic gluttony; as if both of us were intent on sucking the life force out of one another. We flipped and rolled and ate and sucked for a few minutes more, before deciding a good nasty hair pulling ass slapping screw was in order. There was a passionate gasp out Linda as I sank myself into Linda's cunthole from behind and I shuddered at the squeeze of her cunt... ooh I'd missed this! Our bodies slammed together in an absolutely bestial doggy fuck being executed by two people desiring it more than anything else in this world at that very moment.

Again and again my cock plunged into that puss-hole of hers as she alternately mewled and raged back against each shaft-stroke; not sounding as a woman might during routine marital banging; but instead roaring and snarling at back me, (as if she were possessed by a wild tigress spirit-animal). We flipped and fucked on our side, my fingers finding her clit and nipples. My mouth found her neck and she rotated her hips and squealed appreciatively against me.

We pulled apart and opted for a modified missionary position. As she raised her legs her hands steering my cock into the dirty badness of her anal pucker. She lay on her back beneath me a defiant snarling woman; raging up at me with a mix of lust and fury bordering on pure angry sex.

"Pull my hair fucker!" she growled through clenched teeth as my cock sawed back and forth through her intestines.

I gave her raven locks a good endorphin releasing yank, making her howl from the searing pain shooting down her scalp into her spine. I didn't care, I was angry, hurt and horny (and this woman had just taken me up the dirt-chute). She should have been careful what she wished for.

I now slammed her asshole as if mad as all hell at it, fingers snarled in her hair like talons. Looking down in her features I detected a fleeting micro-expression of pain and fear, clearly there for briefest of nanoseconds. It flashed across her face before morphing into a sneer of greedy pleasure. That bitch, she was craving this!

She returned my stare with a smirk as if to ask, 'That all you got?' Her bitchy defiance was just hanging there before me; egging me on and daring me to do something about it. I did.

My free hand arced through the air and caught her right across those two 34C's. She tossed her head back against the pillows, sending a great wracking sob echoing throughout the house. It was the sweet music of two people finally having it out. A second later and her face was up in mine as she snarled, 'do it again!' I retaliated with another good solid titty-pop from my open hand across her breasts before proceeding to pinch n' twist her nipples HARD while my cock ram- Ram-RAMMED at her now roughed up rectum.

"THAT DIDN"T HURT!" she goaded before slapping me hard across the face and biting my chin and then pulling her mouth away. There was a devilish smile behind that taunt. We were now no longer completely adults, (but not exactly children either). We were somewhere in between; playing a junior high game of 'FUCKING DARE YOU TO KNOCK THIS FREUDIAN CHIP OFF MY SHOULDER,' right there in our marital bed!

I shot a hand down into Linda's twat-hole; three fingers disappearing down into swampy pink feminine snugness. She'd definitely heated up by now; slick as frog dipped in baby-oil by the feel of things. What the fuck? I dropped a fourth finger inside and hooked my fingers back slightly until I found that g-spot of hers, pawing away at that nasty little juice-button while my cock buggered her backdoor.

"You can tell I'm relaxed and ready can't you?" she taunted me (as if I wasn't provoked enough), "You know why?"

I didn't respond. I was "in the zone." Instead, I opted to try and ignore her; dropping my thumb inside and commencing to fist fuck her absolutely rotten as my cock dug away at her dunghole. She could blah blah blah all she wanted for what I cared.

"Oh I know FULL WELL you wanna to know why honey, don't pretend," she gasped, "and yes... HE was here last night! He fucked me absolutely stupid... rattled my fucking teeth even, the way that cock slammed my insides - just like you're doing now! How do you feel about that, a stranger in our bed getting my puss and ass stink all over his cock; just like the ass and puss stink all over your cock from those women out in San Diego? Oh yes, I could smell them... I could taste them!"

AHA! So she could in fact smell them! I fucking knew it; she wasn't stupid, but for all her rage and snarls and clawing, she wasn't angry. It was something else. She was hot about it and to tell the truth, the fact she'd balled a dude rotten in our bed made me want to absolutely split her in half with that cock of mine and...

"Choke me!" she demanded.

This was one of her things. It went all the way back to her collegiate days, long before she'd ever met me. She was clearly "in the zone" as much as I was. Both my hands squeezed her throat and clamped off her air as I fuck fuck fucked up into her anus... slamming away like no tomorrow. She responded by tweaking her gumdrop nipples into beestung bon bons... every now and again visiting tugs and twists of my own nipps while she slowly went a lovely shade of air starved crimson across her features. I released.

"EEGGULPPH!" she sputtered... the air rushing into her lungs before more of that sneer of hers met my face.

"Best you can do?" she pouted mocking me.

My hands closed again and there was a sweet sputtering from her lips. Her fingers yanked and tugged her titty nubs like she was trying to remove bubble-gum stuck to the bottom of a sneaker before visiting the same treatment on my nips again. Her fingers then found her clit and twat-hole. She began to abuse herself as she went red faced again and I released.

"HAAAAAARRRRR!!!" she gasped as air rushed into her lungs like she'd just surfaced from the bottom of our pool.

"Oh yeah," she sputtered, "just like that! I've been such a bad girl... choke me and wreck my ass, I deserve it so much!"

Her wish was my command. I squeezed and held my grip firm as my hips sawed my cock; in and out, in and out of her guts. We were now barreling down the tracks on a runaway locomotive of excitement. Faster and faster I churned her insides and her fingers began furiously strumming a mad guitar solo on her cunt and clit (all while her free hand twisted and pulled her own nipples to rubberiest limits of pain and horny pleasure).

Release and gasp, release and gasp, release and gasp. How many times I choked her I can't say for sure. All I know was we were both now swept up in this thing that was consuming us... this wonderfully furious horny as fucking hell thi...

"EEEEYAAGGGH!" she howled, sounding as if her insides had tumbled out.

A second later I was hit by wet... unmistakable hot salty WET. She'd hot splashed a jet of girlie squirt at me, spray landing on my chest and belly like I was white water rafting. Below me she was now all shakes and shudders; plunging headlong into deep tumultuous climax (and damn if it wasn't pulling me in along with her)!

I snarled and roared before her! I seized her face with both hands; pulling her up for an open-mouthed tongue-fucking kiss. My balls blew a generous jet of man-batter up her gut-chute, then another, and then another; white-washing the depths of her nether-hole in hot salty spray of my own. It was orgasmic payback, pure and simple and holy fucking shit, it felt so motherfuckingly wonderful! I wasn't done yet however; (neither was she for that matter).

We smooched and recharged our batteries with a few more glasses of Champagne. We didn't talk... there was nothing to say at the moment. We just lay on our sides facing one another, still riding the highly-charged emotional "thingy" this happened to be; still seething and simmering. After a long calm she broke the silence with that same wry bratty smirk saying,

"Ready to go again?"

"Dumbass question," I replied rubbing my cock in a horny fashion. It was stiff alive and hungry, (and it wanted Linda's cunt).

She knew this all too well and what's more, she was more than ready, herself. I could see it clearly in her eyes the way she pushed my hand aside so that she could trace her finger over my prick's mushroom head; scooping up a clear blob of pre-cum from the tip. She popped it into her kisser before smacking her lips saying,

"So what you waiting for sport?"

She was on her back again a second later like I'd flipped her like a flapjack. I now had her pinned, holding her hands crossed behind her head while my cock pushed through her puss-hole, sinking into up to my balls. She raised her legs and spread her thighs wide for "the taking," as if wanting to be owned. I was determined to do a bit of "owning."

Lips met lips. Our bodies smacked together. Linda was new mewling like a cat in heat beneath me. We thrashed hard, we thrashed long; chewing one another's lips while apparently attempting to break that bed.

I could not get the image of Linda's dance instructor out of my mind but to tell the truth, it just made me want her more. I wanted to smash any memory she had of him straight up and out of her; through her pussy and out the top of her head. For her part, she kept hissing and growling through her teeth at me about what had happened in San Diego. Half nagging half seething she raged,

"Oh yeah tough guy, did those women in San Diego like it when you fucked them like that? Did they like it when you grudge fucked them? Raw dog smashed their cunt, right up through their shoulder blades? Did they? OOOHHHH YEAH JUST LIKE THAT YOU FUCKER!"

I realized what this was. It was something I'd actually written about in my stories. It was THE BURN.

The burn is that jealousy you experience when your lover is making it with another and they are enjoying themselves supremely. I wrote about it in my series Bishop Takes Knight and in Mom's Big Bed. It's often experienced by swinging couples; a husband and wife fucking other couples in the same room, perhaps? The husband or the wife looks across the room and see's the love of their life fucking someone else in the mad throes of passion; all while they fuck another person as well. That green hearted jealousy monster pounding in their breast turns to something else... red hot horniness. They fuck that person whom they are with reckless abandon... oh but when they get home, their husband or wife gets the same!

That's what this was. I am certain. The red hot BURN.

We'd both known now that both of us had been unfaithful. That had ignited that strange flame, burning yellowish green in our minds. Somewhere along the line it had become the burn for us and now it was fueling this spectacular fuck of ours! We fucked and howled and stormed, (furiously but happily), and soon we began to feel the rise of our crescendos.

As I felt the cum begin to bubble up in my balls and a climactic snarl spread across my face, Linda instinctively wrapped legs about my waist, trapping me inside her and humping me frantically. Her own face became a twisted mask of agonized joy. A second later we both bawled and wailed. My love gushed and I rushed, spewing her insides with hot salty cock-lava that filled her cunt and ran out over the sides of my junk; puddling the mattress beneath us.

We kissed. We rolled, repositioned, and cuddled with her laying across my chest; first looking away from me then with her turned face up towards mine. Champagne found its way into our hands.

"So what does this mean?" I asked.

"If you don't know Sweetheart," she smirked, taking a sip of her bubbly, "then your mom did a shit job with her sex talk to you, or maybe it was your dad?"

"Never mind that, does this mean our marriage is back on?"

"Oh no darling," she corrected, "our marriage as we knew it is dead. Anymore dead and it could have its face on money; our marriage as we knew it, that is."

"What the fuck are you ...?"

"A new marriage of ours," she interrupted, "has replaced it completely. A rebirth. I want this, and you want this too - even if you don't know it yet."

She sounded quite cock-sure of herself. Haughty and piss-proud, in fact. She'd obviously given herself a great deal of time to go over this in her head. Now she spoke to me with the same matter of fact confidence that I'd first fallen in love with and had admired for all these years.

"We," she continued, "are going to remain together. Let me ask you something. When you arrived here, did you expect to find me with my lover, Vince?"

"I suspected he was here," I replied, "but then I found your car was gone. I figured the house was empty. Even when I saw the rose petal trail I figured you'd been setting something up for him. I guessed you were out in town getting ready for whatever was going to happen between you and him in the bedroom tonight or some such thing."

"No," she corrected, " the petals were definitely for you my love. They were a welcome home trail of crumbs for you to follow. Oh and yes he was here last night, very much so! He took the car for an oil change, which was why it was missing. I told him to keep it over at his place until I called him. Needed him to make himself scarce for a while so I could pay attention to you, Sweetheart. Oh, and the fact that he's been fucking me here in our house, did that make you want to fuck the shit out of me, yourself?"

"It did," I answered.

"Yes," she nodded, smiling thoughtfully and taking another sip from her glass, " you fucked me like a man on fire, like you were possessed. I loved it. I have to admit, I felt the same when I smelled the pussy and ass funk from Brittni and Brooklyn all over your cock and balls. Smelling it and savoring it made me insane... I just had to devour and fuck you, darling and.."

"Wait," I said, it being my turn to interrupt, " Brooklyn and Brittni? You knew all along?"

"No dear," she said looking into my eyes and tracing my chest hair with her finger, "I received a call early this morning. I was kicking Vince out the door with my car after breakfast. I answered and it was Brittni on the other end. She proceeded to give me a good solid piece of her mind, that spiraled quickly into an ass chewing. I'll tell you one thing; she has moxie in spades Sweetheart!"

"She, called you?" I asked, still not believing this.

Suddenly it all made sense. Brittni had probably seen Linda's information on my phone when she'd snatched it up that first night we were together. Of course... perfect sense.

"She did. Did she ever," Linda laughed, " I let her yell and scream at me. She is a very good friend of yours by the way; hell Bill, she took your side and defended you admirably. I know I can leave you in her care anytime, knowing you'll be well protected from the she-wolves out there! Well anyhow... I kept letting her yell and shout and lecture me about what I'd done to you, and how you were absolutely heartbroken, and blah blah fucking blah, until I finally just let her run out of gas; then it was my turn. I calmly told her everything."

"Which was?"

"I'd been planning this for weeks before you found me and Vince banging our brains out. I'd wanted more than the marriage we'd had. I wanted more than just the routine formulaic sex we'd become accustomed to. I wanted what you put in all your horny passionate stories and writings to be real, for me and for you but most importantly for us!"

Now all the confusion and cloudiness from the last few weeks was lifting. It was now crystalline for me. I let her continue.

"Our last kid, Bill is out of the nest. We have this big beautiful empty house. Why not get out there and swing and fuck and have a marriage worth appreciating, where we live our life together like every second is our last? We only will be in this world once, so let's get as much pleasure as we can!"

"What did Brittni think of all this?"

"Oh she was relieved. After the rocky start we hit it off like a house on fire over the phone. By now you were either at the airport or in the air. We kept talking. She told me everything about you and her and about you and her and Brooklyn - by the way I want to go toy shopping with those two someday. Anyhow... I drew a bath for myself as I wanted to prepare for your arrival. I stayed on the line with Britt and we talked about fantasies... turns out she is into dominant mommy figures for women, and I just love a little pixie I can mentor and nestle in my naked bosom!"

She winked at me lewdly. She was in her zone now I could tell. She kept rolling with,

"One thing led to another and a couple of glasses of wine later and I am sending nude pics of myself in and out of the tub to this girl I've never met whom my husband has been wrecking the guts of and then Britt tells me how gorgeous I am. *chuckle* She then sends me one, two, three, four, five nudes just like that. I have to tell you, your cock has excellent taste in young women, but more importantly Bill, we had chemistry."

"Chemistry?" I said, still somewhat stupefied by it all. She nodded and continued,

"Anyhow somewhere along the line there's a video call from her. She asked if I wanted to have a girlie jill-off session and we masturbated together; she in her tub and me in ours. It was magical. I came and came hard... oh I want her Bill. I want us to share her, please!"

"Approved," I said with a smirk of my own, "and what of the rest of these plans for us?"

"Well," she said, reaching down and giving my now soft cock a tug, followed by another and another as she commenced jacking me hard for round three,

" you can start by moving your things back in from the guest house into the bedroom. There's no need for you to stay there now you understand my intentions - ooh look at you, somebody got hard right away - you horny bastard!"

She was right. I was solid and throbbing and ready churn her guts again. She swept our glasses to the night stand and raised her rump high while dropping her shoulders and noggin to the pillows. She splayed her pussy lips open with one hand from underneath her belly. Taking my cue, I brought my cockhead to my wife's puss-hole she commented,

"Yes, we are going to need for that guest house cleaned up and ready for visitors,"

"Visitors already?"

"A few couples I met online. You'll love the wives, just your type. Oh and I plan on working off that bucket list with you that Brittni told me about."

"She told you about that did she?" I said sinking into her pussy from behind.

"Oh yes," she sighed, " those women sound delish! I'm also certain one or two will have a male friend I'll enjoy."

"I have no doubt about that," I said, beginning to stroke at her insides.

"Oh and one more thing," Linda commented as she closed her eyes and wrinkled her nose, enjoying the stroke of my cock up her baby-factory, "we may have to see about re-decorating that guest house."

"Re-de..."

"I want it to look just so for when Brittni comes to spend some time from when she's not up in Phoenix."

"You know 'bout that too?"

"I do," Linda replied pushing her ass back against my strokes, "and I plan for me and Britt to wear your ass out. You may need for her to bring some of those Golden Nuggets with her,"

"No," I said emphatically, remembering what the past few days were like " no Golden Nuggets. I'm fine in that department."

Linda chuckled and agreed, settling into our fuck. I grabbed her hips and rowed at her ass, dipping my shaft into the warm squeeze of her pussy. She wriggled her hips on my shaft appreciatively with that dancer's sway that had simply hypnotized me so many many times.

I was a happy new man. The mood for us both was nothing short of electric optimism. We were basking in the hopeful glow of a wonderful rebirth, and few weeks we'd be able to thank Brittni personally in our home and in our bed. I'd be seeing my trusty friend with benefits and Linda would be getting a new pixie-kitten to play with, though I'd be certain to have her leave the Golden Nuggets behind!
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