Mature The Ya Ya Dildohood

"Richard! Come join us!" she called up to me. "Trust me, you'll love this!"

I was really quite hesitant about wanting to step down in there, especially with big old Ned slithering about. Which is when a very familiar voice came up from behind. "Come on Richard, if an old broad like me enjoys it, you certainly will!"

The next thing I knew, Maggie had taken my hand in hers, leading me down the steps into the pit where we soon joined the slithering, slick mass of flesh.

I had to admit, it was interesting. Impossible to stand, I was grateful that both the floor as well as the walls were padded, with some sort of protective sealant against the oily substance covering them. Moments after entering, Julia slid over towards me. Covered within seconds, she began sliding up and down my entire body. Without using her hands at all, she managed to slide back and forth, up and down my rapidly reawakening shaft. Almost impossible to even cup her breasts with my hands, they slid back and forth across them with more ease than one could imagine. Her nipples were hard, the sensation amazingly sensual as I ran my hands over them playfully. Julia soon slid off heading in another direction just as Shirley reached out, pulling me into the depths of slippery flesh that all but covered her. I actually laughed, sliding across one person, only to land on another before slipping off them, careening against the sidewall. I could hear Maggie's laughter, my only clue that she was sliding and slipping around obviously enjoying herself every bit as much as I now found I was.

Hands seemed to be everywhere at once, gliding across my flesh, awakening nerve endings that fueled my desire to peak levels. Everywhere I touched, I came into contact with someone's slippery flesh, simply allowing the feel of gliding across them just as hands slid, slippery caressing me.

I don't know how long we played inside the pit, but eventually Shirley announced that most of us should go and shower off, leaving some of the others who'd been waiting their turn to be able to get in and enjoy the experience as much as I had.

"Besides," Shirley whispered to me. "It's almost time for Maggie's surprise!" she said conspiratorially.

I noticed that Shirley had taken a moment to say something to Julia, who nodded her head in acknowledgement just before we entered the shower area. After everyone had showered and dried off, we emerged back into the recreation room where most of the candles had been rearranged into a perfect circle upon the floor. In the middle of which, a gigantic bed of rose petals had been poured, surprisingly thick, though there was also some sort of additional cushioning beneath those.

"What's this?" Maggie immediately asked as we emerged.

"You'll see," Shirley said grinning at her. "Something you once mentioned you wanted to experience."

Maggie's eyes widened in sudden understanding. "Really? Now?"

"Right now," Shirley stated, leading her into the circle, which was soon encompassed by every guest there as they crowed in to watch.

Placing her comfortably down upon the sea of deep red softness, I saw all of the waiters who'd served us earlier suddenly step forward encircling Maggie. Additionally, the waitresses now knelt in front of each of them, and began jerking or sucking the men off. One by one, others soon joined, realizing what was taking place. Shirley had knelt in front of Ned, busily masturbating his prick. Claudia moved over towards me where she too knelt before me and began jacking my cock in an obvious effort to cause me to squirt my juice all over Maggie's body, just as everyone else was now trying to do.

One by one, as some of the men drew close to their orgasmic ecstasy, they moved closer towards Maggie, now masturbating themselves. Paolo was amongst the first, and not unexpectedly, he soon showered Maggie's nude body with copious streamers of sticky hot cum that fell in long ropes across each of her breasts. Maggie was squealing delightedly, watching as he did, urging him to keep pounding his prick until he'd managed to milk every last drop of his pulsing cum upon her.

Paolo's performance soon triggered others who began to approach, adding their own fountains of cream to those, which Paolo had just deposited. Slowly, Maggie's body took on a sheen of translucent creaminess, now covered nearly from head to toe as near every man there took a turn loosing his sperm on top of Maggie's body wherever they possibly could.

Claudia had been doing such a magnificent job of sucking me, that I nearly allowed her to finish it, signaling I was almost too close, where she reluctantly removed her mouth, allowing me to step forward closer to Maggie. Upon seeing me, Maggie grinned broadly.

"Bring it here honey," she cooed affectionately. "I want to feel your cum spilling against my face."

Seconds later I happily obliged her, watching my spunk splatter against one cheek, though she quickly readjusted, catching the next streamer directly into her mouth.

"My tits too!" she giggled enthusiastically. "Let me feel it on my tits too Richard!"

Though I was nearing the end of my pleasures, I managed a nice squirt upon each before withdrawing back into the crowd, spent and exhausted now, still somewhat stunned by the decadent, obscene display of Maggie's cum-covered body.

Amongst the last to cum on her, once every man there had indeed finished doing so, Shirley led most of the women who'd been kneeling to begin massaging in the vast amount of fluid into her body. As though having poured a full bottle of lotion onto her, it soon smeared, covering nearly every square inch of her flesh until she was as slick with it as she had been down inside the pit.

I made my way over to the bar, fixing myself a stiff scotch, taking a moment to collect my own wits, as well as giving my nearly sore prick a chance to recover at this point. I'd seen Maggie soon after heading back towards the shower area, along with several of the women who were covered in cum nearly as much as she was.

"Well, well...that was certainly interesting wasn't it!"

"Gladys!" I nearly screamed jumping up. "When did you get here?"

"Oh, I've been here a while," she said slyly. "But when Shirley told me about the surprise she had in store for Maggie, I wasn't about to miss it. Men might not be my cup of tea particularly, but I wanted to be here for her to see it. And I don't mind telling you Richard...even I found it rather stimulating to watch!"

Coming from Gladys, especially with her being a lesbian and all was saying something.

I did feel a little guilty, slightly uncomfortable being here, especially after all that had transpired recently between her daughter and I. But once again Gladys surprised me obviously not taking any of that into account.

"Mind doing me a favor?" she asked.

"Sure Gladys, anything you want!" I responded enthusiastically. "Can I get you a drink or something?"

Gladys laughed, "Or something..." she said suggestively, causing me to suddenly wonder just what the favor was she was really asking.

Taking my hand in hers, she soon led me over towards the wall, climbing up the specially built ladder embedded within the wall until we'd reached one of the highest alcove chambers there was. Entering inside, the cozy eight by eight foot area was bathed in a deep red light, casting an eerie, yet erotic atmosphere about it that I found immediately arousing.

Lying down upon my back, Gladys began fondling my prick, arousing it to surprising hardness. "What are we doing?" I asked curiously. Gladys laughed.

"Believe it or not, next week its my turn to share an erotic experience. Truth is, I really don't have one. When I thought about the possibility of coming up with something that would take everyone by surprise, I immediately thought of you."

Gladys suddenly moved, straddling my legs as she prepared to impale herself on my now very rigid prick. I'm sure the questioning look on my face as she did that said it all. Once again she laughed.

"If you're worried about Rhonda, don't be. I've already called her to speak to her about it. I wanted to make sure she'd be ok with it for one thing. And for the other, she told me to tell you personally from her that she was anxious to hear how much I enjoyed it. So..."

"So?" I questioned stupidly. But by then, Gladys had slipped my cock deep inside her pussy, and the question became moot at that point.

Of all the women I'd now been with, Gladys perhaps surprised me the most. Not just because she had obvious limited experience with men to begin with, but because she surprised the hell out of me with the most exquisite muscle control I'd ever encountered. For long moments, neither of us really moved. As deep inside her as I could possibly be, Gladys merely sat there, milking my prick with her pussy, clenching, contracting, and clenching it again.

"Fuck Gladys, how the hell do you do that?" I actually asked her.

"Practice, lots and lots of practice," she shot back. "Though not with pricks," she admittedly almost shyly. Now then, how about playing with my boobs a little too? We're going to be here a while," she informed me pleasurably.

It was Maggie that eventually found us, curled up, fast asleep sometime in the middle of the night. "Time to go Richard," she woke us both saying. "And Gladys? I expect to hear all the juicy details!" she added a moment later.

"Oh you will...next time we're all together again," Gladys told her. "So not a word until then!"

After the incredible evening at Shirley's place, it was all I could do to drag myself out of bed and get ready for work. As I showered, I thought about the strange conversation I'd had with Gladys, or rather the strange comment she'd made to me. Thinking about Rhonda, I realized how much I missed her and actually found myself wishing she'd been there at Shirleys with me. Unfortunately, Rhonda had a business to run, having headed home in order to make an early morning business meeting. She'd given me her cell phone number though, telling me to call her day or night, whenever I wanted to. It was exciting, if nothing else, just knowing I could reach her whenever I simply wanted to hear her voice.

I had arrived at my own office that morning, got a few preliminary things out of the way and decided to call her just to hear her, and see how she was doing. As an after thought, I notified my assistant that I would be on an important call. She knew better than to disturb me unless it was a real emergency. Additionally, I took the added precaution of locking my office door. I dialed Rhonda's cell phone, listening to it ring. The odds were good since she wasn't answering that she was in one of her meetings and unavailable. I expected to hear her recording when she actually did answer.

"Guess what I'm doing," I told her, trying to sound wicked as though I really was up to something. I wasn't of course, but I thought it would be fun to tease her.

"Just a second," she told me. "Can you hold on?"

"Sure Rhon..." but she'd already put me on hold.

A few seconds later she came back to me. "Hey baby, I wanted to run to my office and get my ear piece. I'm in a meeting at the moment...but it promises to be a long and boring one."

"Oh...I'm sorry, I'll call back."

"Don't you dare!" she said. "If you really ARE doing what I hope you're doing, then I'm going to go back inside, sit there and listen to you," she said excitedly. "So don't disappoint me baby! I WILL be listening! Now...hang on, I'll be right back."

Once again there were a few minutes of silence as she'd placed me on hold. I really hadn't been doing anything, but suddenly the thought of that was extremely arousing to me. Especially knowing that she WOULD be listening while actually engaged and participating in some sort of business meeting.

"Ok sweetie, my ear piece is in. And I'm just now entering the room. I won't be able to say too much, but as I told you, I will be listening to you. So, enjoy yourself for me baby. Help make this boring meeting anything but that for me ok?"

I glanced up at my locked door again. I'd mentally masturbated in my office on numerous occasions, but I'd never done so openly. I knew barring a real emergency of some sort that my assistant would honor my request to remain undisturbed, so I thought, "Why the hell not?" I unzipped my slacks, withdrawing my rapidly hardening penis and began to play with it.

"Give me a blow by blow description as to what your plan of action is," I heard Rhonda addressing whoever she was with. But the way she'd said it, I had no illusion as to whom she was actually speaking too.

On her end of the line, I could just make out the murmur of conversation and discussion taking place. "I wish this WAS a blow by blow," I said teasingly. "And not just my own hand. The feel of your lips surrounding the head of my cock..."

"What I'm hearing is, that you believe you can rise to the occasion?" Rhonda said. Again, the murmur of voices in the background, agreeing with her on whatever point she'd just made, though I smiled knowing she was still speaking directly to me.

"Oh yes," I hissed pleasurably. "It's definitely rising. And sitting here in my office as I am, with my dick sticking out all nice and hard is damn fucking exciting."

"That good huh?" Though Rhonda had spoken this almost too softly for me to hear let alone anyone else, and then loudly speaking up, adding, "I take it that you won't find this very difficult to do...but still pretty hard, yes?"

She must have been driving the people she was with crazy with her pointed, almost accusing questions. They literally had no idea as to what was really going on of course.

"Not difficult at all baby. The doors closed, locked, my pants are down around my ankles, and I'm now jacking my cock slowly up and down for you, and yes. It's very, very hard!"

"I really like the sound of that," she said to everyone, self included.

"Oh yeah. You SHOULD hear this," I stated, and bent over low enough so my own head piece was near my cock as I stroked myself, making sure she could in fact hear the wet slippery sounds my hand was making.

I heard her laugh. Heard the buzz and the murmuring suddenly stop on her end.

"Sorry," she said. "I swallowed wrong...please, continue."

Just then the buzzer on my desk sounded. It was Christy trying to reach me. Obviously something important HAD come up.

"Fuck!" I said.

"Hmmmm, I like that," Rhonda stated.

"No...that's not what I meant," I said irritated at the annoyance. "My assistant just buzzed me. Can you hold for a second?"

"Yes, could hold onto something as important as that, I'd actually love to sink my teeth into it actually."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Ok baby, wait one. Be right back." I put Rhonda on hold and opened the intercom to my assistant. "Yes Christy?" I said with obvious irritation in my voice. "What is it?"

I could tell immediately that Christy had picked up the phone so I wasn't on speaker. Sorry, but your wife's here, I mean ex-wife," she said. "She told me to tell you that it was important she see you, and that she didn't have a whole lot of time."

"Shit! What the hell does she want?" I snapped. The silence on the other end reminded me of the fact I had never used profanity in front of Christy before. "I'm sorry Christy, it's not your fault. Ok, give me five minutes and then go ahead and send her in."

The first order of business was pulling my pants back up and stuffing my hardon back into them. The second was to take Rhonda off hold.

"Rhonda?"

"Hi...we just finished up, heading back to my office now in fact, so I can join you."

"Shit!" I exclaimed really irritated now. "You're not going to believe this. My ex is here!"

"Really? That's the BIG emergency?"

"I guess...maybe. I don't have any idea why she IS here though. Guess I'm about to find out."

"Did you cum?"

"No damn it!"

"This could be fun then," I heard her giggle over the line. "Keep me on...now it's my turn. Can you safely play with yourself while she's in your office?" Rhonda asked.

"You can't be serious!" I told her.

"Oh, but I am. So can you?"

I thought about it. And the more I thought about it the funnier and wilder it seemed. "Yeah, I can actually. But I've got to hurry up and unlock the door here first, Christy should be sending her in any minute."

"Good, do that then go back to your desk and take your cock back out. Stay on the line with me this time, and make her 'wait' while you finish up on your phone call, and while I finish myself, and you in the meantime!"

"You're really bad, you know that?"

"You make me that way," she said. "Now hurry up, I'm inside my office closing my door, and I'm already cupping one of my tits."

"Fuck Rhonda," I said running across my office to unlock my door. I glanced down, saw the bulge in the front of my pants, and worse, a nice big wet spot forming on the outside of my beige slacks. I made it back to my desk, unzipped my fly and fished my cock out once again.

"She there yet?"

"No, any second now however." And as though I'd willed it Christy knocked, opened my door peeking in. I waved her to escort my ex into my office, which she did. Andrea stepped in and was about to speak when I indicated to her I was still on the phone.

"Be right with you," I said pinching the mouthpiece on my headset. "Thank you Christy," I added looking past my ex-wife at her, smiling. Christy shot me a look that said she was sorry, then closed the door.

"You were saying?" I then said to Rhonda. Indicating to Andrea to have a seat with the wave of my hand as I spoke.

"I wasn't SAYING anything," she laughed. "But I was undressing while I was waiting. I'm now standing behind my desk wearing nothing but a black camisole," she visualized for me.

"Ah...um, Ah yes...I can only imagine that," I finally managed. "Damn, this is a whole lot more difficult than I thought it would be," I said silently to myself. I was looking at Andrea and rolled my eyes upwards apologetically, hoping I conveyed to her that I was trying to hurry up with the phone call. Surprisingly, she sat there smiling pleasantly at me and waited.

"That's ok, take your time," she mouthed at me. Which confused me for a moment until Rhonda got my attention once again.

"Well? Are you playing with it?"

I'd actually forgotten I was sitting there with my semi-erect dick sticking out of my pants. "Good thing I didn't fucking stand up when she came in," I thought suddenly.

"Yes, of course," I said back into the phone with a business like voice.

"You're lying," Rhonda said. "I SHOULD make you lean over so I can hear that you really are," she told me.

"Ah, that won't be necessary. I can assure you that I am working on it," I responded actually stroking the head of my dick.

I continued rubbing myself, glancing up at Andrea once more as she sat smiling at me. I squeezed the head of my prick, eliciting a nice droplet or two of slippery precum using it to massage and tease the head of my dick as I continued to nod my head, pretending to be listening to some sort of conversation on the other end of the line. Which to some degree, I was.

"I'm pulling the camisole up over my head now so I can play with my bare breasts."

"I'd enjoy seeing those," I stated, acting like I was interested in seeing a set of blue prints or something, which is what I hoped Andrea thought I was talking about. "I bet they're laid out very nicely," I added really getting into this now.

"My, aren't we being a naughty boy?" Rhonda giggled excitedly. "Is your ex sitting across from you?"

"Ah huh," I said as though pondering a question.

"And you are still jerking off for me?" she asked again.

"You bet, and delighted to be able to do that for you."

"I want you to cum for me while she's there, and while I can listen. Think you can do that?"

"Wow, that's a tough one," I said once again rolling my eyes at Andrea apologetically, and even more surprised when she smiled at me even more understandingly than before. "But yes, I think I can probably manage it as things are getting pretty close to being finished," I responded.

"Good, because I'm really fucking close now myself. You made me so fucking horny during MY meeting, and knowing I'm doing the same thing to you now is about the hottest fucking thing I've ever done at the office before!"

I sat there in my seat, nodding my head to a series of non-existent questions, pretending to be putting up with someone's ongoing diatribe. I had in fact been stroking, fondling, squeezing and playing with my prick the entire time. I felt the sweet first pangs of orgasmic pleasure building deep within my balls, and realized I had no place to squirt without being obvious about it. I remembered the clean hanky I had in my back pocket however, and came up with the idea of feigning a sneeze.

In the meantime, Rhonda was fingering herself away, closer and closer to orgasm. She continued relating to me how her fingers felt deep inside her pussy, and how she was wishing it were me kneeling down on the floor in her office sucking her clit, instead of the fingers she was using to emulate my sucking lips.

As I raised the hanky to my face, grimacing as though expecting to sneeze, I reacted as though it suddenly went away. Removing the handkerchief, I reached as though to put it back, and dropped it down over my exposed cock instead in a careful 'slight of hand' display that I suddenly felt very proud of having pulled off.

"Oh God Richard, I'm so close, so close baby."

To my total and complete horror, Andrea had stood up from her chair at some point, and as involved as I had been, I had not even noticed her. Andrea stood facing away from me thankfully, gazing at the photos on my office wall, admiring a few knick-knacks that I had displayed on several of my bookcases. My biggest concern however, was if she decided to walk over and look out my window. If she did that, she would have a clear, unobstructed view of what I was doing. Short of scooting my chair completely under my desk, which I KNEW would seem odd, I was in danger of having this blow up in my face...literally.

Suddenly, it was a race. Wanting, needing to cum now, and certainly before Andrea decided to check out the 'view', I began stroking my prick for all I was worth, once again slightly thankful that she wasn't looking towards me as I did.

"I'm, cumming!" Rhonda moaned beautifully into my headset.

I felt the first delicious ejaculation explode from my cock into the confines of my hanky, and continued pumping my prick, one eye on my ex, one ear on Rhonda as she had an orgasm considerably more freely into the phone that I was able to do.

"Oh, that....was...nice!" Rhonda said. "And you baby?" she asked breathlessly.

"Definitely!" I answered truthfully. Already having stuffed the hanky back into my back pocket, sequestering my rapidly wilting penis back inside my slacks. Andrea had made her way over to stand beside the window.

"I'll miss you," she said. Knowing full well I couldn't easily answer her back on that one. "Call me? Soon?"

"I will," I said casually, continuing the business like overtones of our conversation. "And thanks again, for everything," I added.

"Naughty boy!" I heard the "wink" in her voice, followed quickly by the sound of the dial tone.

"Yes, thank you Mr. Jennings. I promise, I'll get back to you just as soon as it's physically possible. No, no problem at all. Yes, yes, you're welcome. Good-bye."

I hung up the phone, "Sorry Andrea, it was an important call, and Jack is one of those kind of people that just won't let you get off the phone very easily."

"I understand," she said, walking back over to her seat and taking it. She HAD gotten close to the window, gazing out of it at an angle, but thankfully, I didn't believe she had seen anything, or surely she'd have reacted to it if she had. I was still shaking slightly from the incredible excitement of the whole experience. Not realizing a real sneeze was coming until it was nearly upon me. Automatically, I reached back into my pocket and retrieved my handkerchief, just barely covering my nose and mouth when I sneezed.

"Bless you," she said.

"Thank you," I responded wiping my mouth and nose, beginning at that moment to replace the hanky.

"Uh, um, you've got a little of it on your nose." Andrea said pointing at me a little uncomfortably.

"What?"

Her face reddened. "Snot, you've got a bit of snot on the side of your nose," she laughed openly at me.

Horrified, I reached up with my hand to wipe it, distrusting to use the hanky once again in doing so. In the millisecond it took to wipe the so-called 'snot' off my nose, I glanced at it, and saw it certainly wasn't, and hoped desperately that Andrea didn't know that.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly, wiping my cum wad into my hanky as I did. "Now, why are you here?" I asked, once again taking my less than friendly voice with her as I locked eyes with her.

At least the tone of my voice sobered her up slightly, and though continuing to smile at me, she had at least quit snickering.

"What I wanted to drop by and tell you was, I've been transferred!"

"Thank God!" I thought. "Asia perhaps?" I wondered silently. "Oh? Where too?"

"Here!"

"Here?"

"Yes here, San Diego!" she said excitedly.

"And the reason you felt like you needed to tell me that was?"

"Was, because I came down this past weekend to look for a place to live."

"And?"

"And, I've found a place. It's perfect for me."

"And?"

"And I wanted you to know about it, because I didn't want you to think I was stalking you or something."

"Andrea?" I said questioningly, a sudden fearful knot beginning to form deep within the pit of my stomach.

"It's just down the street from you, about a block away," she said matter of factly.

"Terrific!" I said sarcastically.

"Yes it is, isn't it?" she said clueless, missing my point entirely.

"Anyway, after our last encounter together, and the way that all ended so horribly. I've been giving it some thought, and I think that maybe you and I should discuss what happened. And since we're practically neighbors, I was hoping that maybe you could come over one night for dinner or something. Just as soon as I'm all moved in of course."

"Of course," I said again as sarcastically as before.

"Actually, maybe you'd feel more comfortable going someplace for dinner rather than coming over to my place."

"Andrea," I began.

"We still need to talk Richard. Especially since we'll be living so close to one another. Maybe if we clear the air, we can get on with our lives."

I was about to tell her "No fucking way" when I'd heard that last part. Maybe she really was serious this time. And if there was one thing I wanted to do, it was get on with my life, which excluded having anything to do with her.

"Ok, dinner out someplace sounds fine. When?"

"Are you free tomorrow evening?" she asked.

I thought, "Sure...what time?"

"How about we meet at 'The Wharf' around eight," she said standing up from her seat and preparing to leave. "Oh, don't bother standing up, she said smiling. "I wouldn't want to embarrass you any more than necessary," she added.

"Excuse me?"

Andrea made it as far as the door before she turned back around to face me. "By the way, do you always masturbate whenever you're on the phone?" She winked at me, opened the door and stepped out before I could say anything. Christy stood just outside the door, she'd been on her way into my office for whatever reason, and looked at me about as red faced as I've ever seen her. Andrea laughed wickedly, stepped past my assistant and headed out of the offices.

Christy stepped into my office holding up a pink-slip message for me. She was blushing furiously and waving it at me like a hanky, a cum stained pink hanky. Normally I would have stood, but under the bizarre suddenly very freaky circumstances, I couldn't.

"I'm....I'm....sorry," she said holding it out to me. "Rhonda? Called to say she just wanted you to know how much she enjoyed what you just did for her, she wanted to ensure I gave this message to you before your wife, your ex-wife I mean... left. She said that was VERY important for some reason."

I could only hope that Christy, as bright as she really was, was naive enough to have NO idea what was really going on, or what had really just taken place. Bad enough trying to explain anything else to her, whether she was suspicious of it or not. I hoped she thought, that my ex had simply said something horrible enough to try and make me look foolish. Which she had, in essence, managed to accomplish very well without really trying.

"Thank you Christy," I said taking the note from her, though I did have to sit up slightly and reach out in order to do so, just managing without sitting up all the way. I had no idea if the spot had dried enough on my pants not to be noticeable. But I wasn't about to look down and check it out at the moment either.

Once Christy had given me the message, she all but fled from my office. A second or two later, I was laughing hysterically.

I arrived home from work as confused and as frustrated as I had ever been. On the one hand, I'd had the most incredible morning imaginable. On the other, I once again had my ex-wife to face and deal with.

I'd barely gotten inside, sitting my briefcase down on the kitchen counter when the phone rang. I was half expecting it to be Andrea when I answered.

"Hello!" I said a little too forcefully.

"Bad day huh?"

"Oh, sorry Maggie. Yeah, it was, and wasn't actually."

She laughed. "Want to tell me about it?"

"I'd like that."

"Good, nothing fancy for dinner. You hungry?"

"Famished." And suddenly I really was.

"Listen, tell you what, first we'll fix you a nice hot tub to sit and relax in. I'll wash your back and you can lay back and tell me all about it. Afterwards we'll have a nice little dinner together, and then you can go down on me. How's that sound?"

Good 'ole Maggie, if there was anyone in the world that could sooth the savage beast she could.

"I'll be right over," I told her. And then as usual. all I heard was the dial tone.

Maggie was already running the bath by the time I got there. Stripping off my clothing was as natural for me around her now as it had ever been. I stepped into the hot soapy, fragrantly scented water and began to enjoy my 'Calgon' experience. True to her word, Maggie washed my back but she didn't leave it at that either. As though I was her little boy, which is almost the way I felt around her during times like this, she washed my arms, even my pits and continued down over my legs, washing my feet and each one of my toes too.

Slowly I began to relate to her the details of my incredible day. Maggie listened intently, laughing where appropriate, and occasionally having me retell her the more interesting parts, especially when I described to her the way Rhonda had sounded when she touched herself, or how I had felt in doing the same. Little by little I slowly unwound and actually became less and less irritated with my ex-wife.

We'd had a light but delicious dinner of pasta salad and several glasses of wine. Now as we lay head to toe upon her bed, we languished in the afterglow of two very nice climaxes that we'd given one another in a slow oral simultaneous tonguing that had releaved a considerable amount of stress.

"So what should I do, Maggie?" I asked my head still nestled comfortably between her legs, the aroma of her feminine juices still wafting pleasurably in my face.

She licked the shaft of my cock like a kitten stroking her fur after a nice long nap. "I think maybe you should go, see what she has to say, at least." She licked me slowly again. I was only half hard now, her licks not meant to stimulate, though they did feel very, very nice.

"At least you'll be on neutral ground," Maggie added. "Though I certainly don't know her the way you do, I can't imagine that anything could happen over dinner."

I thought about that for a moment. Normally I would have agreed with her, but under the circumstances, I wasn't putting anything past my ex-wife at the moment. "I don't know Mags, maybe you're right. Guess we'll see tomorrow night though, won't we?"

She answered by drawing my penis back inside her mouth intently, meaning to make me nice and hard once again. And she did.

I arrived at the 'Wharf' where we'd agreed to meet for dinner a half hour early. I wanted to get at least one drink under my belt before Andrea arrived, and possibly two. Sitting down at the bar, I ordered, turning to scan the room in the event that Andrea had had the same intentions as I had. That was when I saw Joanne and Janice sitting over in one of the small comfy booths sharing a drink and chatting. They saw me at the same time I spotted them and immediately waved me over.

"Hi!" I said, surprised to see them there. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Hi Richard," they said as one in greeting. Then Joanne answered my question. "This is one of our favorite places to come for dinner. We eat here probably once a week at least. Are you here with someone?" she asked, looking past me expecting to see someone sitting at the bar.

"Actually, I'm having dinner with my ex-wife."

"Andrea is it?" Janice asked. I nodded my head yes. "Just social? Or you two trying to patch things up?" she pressed.

"Neutral ground, Maggie called it. We're having dinner and hopefully putting the last pieces of our relationship to bed so we can get on with our own lives," I explained.

"Well Richard, I'd be very careful about what it is she wants to put in that bed," Joanne warned me.

I laughed, having to agree with her on that point. "Yes, and believe me, I've got my guard up," I told her.

"Just don't let her try and get anything else up," Janice added. "I know you, once you start thinking with your dick," she said lowering her voice, "...like most men, you seem to lose all ability to think clearly." They both laughed at that, and though I didn't join them in their little joke, I did smile acknowledging their concerns.

"Is that her?" Janice said suddenly.

I turned glancing towards the entry of the bar. Andrea was indeed standing in the doorway and had spotted me talking to Janice and Joanne. "Well, guess I'd better go," I said. "See you both on Saturday?" I questioned turning to leave.

"Wouldn't miss it," Janice said. Joanne blew me a kiss, and then I headed off to join Andrea for dinner.

Andrea was dressed to the nines, probably a little more elegantly than was necessary for this place. She'd worn her long hair braided over one shoulder leaving the other bare, which is how she knew I'd loved her wearing it when we were dating. "Uh oh..." I thought as I approached. "She's pulling out all of the stops."

I kissed her offered cheek. "Would you care for something to drink?" I asked. She glanced past me towards the table to where Joanne and Janice were still sitting.

"I'll order something at the table," she said. "Shall we go and sit down?"

Having made reservations, I gave the hostess my name. Andrea and I followed, groaning inwardly when I saw where she had placed us. The restaurant was known for it's intimate little settings. Though there were a few tables designed to seat multiple couples, all of their two person seating's were in quaint little half-booths that ensured couples sat next to one another though comfortably at an angle rather than apart from one another.

Our hostess had additionally positioned us so that we had a nice picture window overlooking the ocean, with the back rest of the booth behind us, it also gave us a great deal of privacy from other patrons sitting close by.

Andrea immediately slid into the booth, looking up at me expectantly. I smiled at the Hostess. "Thanks," I said with less sincerity behind it than the word actually implied.

Our hostess smiled sweetly, waving over a drink waiter once Andrea had indicated she would like something, having missed my point entirely. "Not her fault," I chastised myself silently taking my seat next to Andrea.

Andrea had worn a bright red satin dress that seemed to cling to every curve of her body. It was immediately obvious to me that she wasn't wearing a bra either as her nipples were so perfectly outlined against the thin material of her gown, I could have counted each and every bump that was shown. Not to mention the twin hard little points pressing through the material.

In addition to that, the dress itself had a deep 'V' neckline plunging down to a perfect point just below her naval. The only piece of jewelry she'd worn, a nice sized diamond stud, piercing her bellybutton. Every time Andrea moved or leaned forward even in the slightest, the front of her dress parted revealing almost entirely one or the other of her breasts.

"Interesting dress," I told her.

"You like it?" she asked leaning forward.

I had to admit, her tits looked pretty good to me as she leaned over. Even though they weren't the same one's I'd originally married.

"Are you ready to order?"

Our waitress had arrived unexpectedly, to my immediate relief. I noticed that Andrea remained in the same position she had been in, unmoving, and showing a goodly portion of her right breast to the waitress. Even our waitress noticed as I sat there looking at her, while she stood looking over at Andrea. Her face reddening slightly.

"I'd like the lobster,"Andrea said, which didn't surprise me. She'd placed her hand on my thigh beneath the table. "My treat," she added huskily.

"I'd like the steak AND lobster," I decided grinning. "She wants to pay?" I thought, "Then, she'll pay."

Our waiter arrived with the drinks we'd ordered, and as he began setting them down on our table, I heard commotion behind me as the hostess attempted to sit another couple.

"No, if you don't mind, we'd like that table over there," I heard a familiar voice saying.

From my vantage point, I was able to look back over my shoulder without being too obvious about it. When I did, I saw April and Shirley sitting down at the booth behind us. Though the back of their booth would be facing us, ensuring 'their' privacy, it meant they would be no more than three or four feet away from where we were sitting. I laughed in spite of myself. "Coincidence?" I thought, "Not hardly."

Andrea removed her hand from my thigh when I laughed. I'd forgotten she'd placed it there, having left it on me the entire time, even as the waiter served us our drinks.

"Something funny?" she asked.

"Oh no, just something I remembered," I stated quickly lifting my scotch to take a drink.

"Have anything to do with yesterday?" she questioned.

I choked, almost spilling it all over myself in the process. "Why do you ask?" I managed.

"Just wondered WHY you were sitting there playing with yourself." she said softly so that I was confident that not even Shirley or April could have heard her, unless they'd brought along a pair of stethoscopes, which at this point wouldn't have surprised me.

A combination of Andrea's revealing dress, the drinks, as well as the erotic morning I had spent on the phone with Rhonda, had caused my prick to harden involuntarily. My brain vaguely reminded me of Janice and Joanne's warning. Andrea placed her hand back on my thigh once again, but this time slid it smoothly up my leg before I could react, and brushed my swollen stiff penis.

"Hmmmm, making you horny, am I?" she teased. She'd said that loudly enough that so that Shirley and April both could have heard it, with or without a stethoscope. Once again I glanced over behind my shoulder, looking past Andrea. I couldn't see either April or Shirley without turning completely around, but now I spotted Maggie and Gladys sitting at another booth facing towards us, but a considerable distance away.​