Don't know what is going on but damn these past couple of weeks have been bizarre. I know that J wrote of our surprise 3-some with Stan last weekend, and remarked about how we felt some awakenings. No problem, it's all good. But last night, last night came at me out of left field.

Bea and Bud have been long time friends, first of me and my ex, and now, of me and J. Yes, we have a sexual history that eases social get-togethers, but these days ,we don't have sex with them more than we do, if that makes any sense. Anyway, they knew I'd be working in their city this week, and last week issued an invite to come over for dinner, so of course, I accepted.

I called Bea beforehand and asked if I could bring anything, as I got ready to leave the hotel. She said, No, just myself, checked my directions with me, and hung up. Arriving on time, Bea answered the door with a scotch on the rocks in her hand.

"It is on the rocks, right?", she asked, as she handed it to me.

"Right," I answered, accepting the drink and the kiss behind it.

She told me as we walked towards the kitchen that it'd be just her and I tonight, that Bud was called out of town on an emergency this morning. I wondered why she didn't say anything when I talked to her earlier, but dismissed it. We caught up with our lives as I helped her get the steaks ready for the grill, both having a second drink in the process.

Dinner was great, not too filling, just enough, and afterwards, we fixed another drink for ourselves and went out on the deck. She produced a personal favorite of mine, a big,fat after-dinner doobie, and fired it up. Mostly small talk between us as the Scotch and herbs took us into a zone of mellowness.

"Want to join me in the hottub?,"she asked, adding,"and as many times as we've fucked each other, don't give me crap about not having a suit," laughing as she said it.

Bea is 45, in great shape, looks 35, tall and willowy, with short, red hair, real Irish-American red. She went to fix us some more drinks, and I was already in the tub when she rejoined me. My cock began stirring when I saw her naked for the first time in several years; she looked fabulous, fucking fabulous! I told her so, staring at her body, more like leering I suppose, as she got into the tub. She thanked me, and sat next to me, which caused Mr. Cock to stir some more.

"You know that I plan on fucking you, don't you?," she said as she turned towards me, her hand grabbing my cock.

"What about Bud?," I said, but not stopping her slow, sensual movement of her hand on my dick.

"I was planning on fucking you tonight, even if Bud was here, and he knows it," she said, kissing me afterwards, her tongue sliding easily into my mouth.

Folks, this wasn't my first rodeo!

We fucked each other's brains out last night, and spent a copious amount of time with oral explorations of each others genetilia. I dragged my ass out of her bed and back to my hotel for a good night's sleep.

Honestly, I didn't see that one coming at all.

For years I traveled the Southwest, most of the major cities, usually staying at the same hotels. On one such trip, as I waited to check in, the person ahead of me was a very attractive woman of about 30 or so, and with a healthy bustline. As I checked in next to her, we chit-chatted about life on the road, the boredom of eating alone, etc. She got her room key and said goodby, walking off.

She stayed on my mind all the way up to my room and acting on a hunch, I called the desk, and asked them to connect me with her room. When I described her as checking in just before me, they knew who I meant, and connected me. She answered, and was surprised when I explained who I was, and then my name. She laughed, gave me her name, and thought I was only maybe a 'little' bit nuts. I quickly recovered and asked her to have dinner with me, rather than by ourselves which is what we would both usually do, and she only hesitated a second before agreeing.

Sonni was a rep for a high-end glassware manufacturer, single, 31, and liked the job, for the most part. We both commented on the 'connection' we both seem to feel but both put it off to the sameness of sales on the road. On the drive back to the hotel, she asked me if I would join her in a nightcap bowl of herb. I asked how she knew I smoked, and she said that she just 'knew', laughing.

I joined her for some smoke, and true to my word, did not try to put any moves on her in any way, other than a goodnight hug at her door.
We ate together every evening but on the third evening it became sexual. We smoked, as usual but my stuff this time, and as I got up to leave, she asked why I always left after we got high. I told her that it was because I also got horny when I got high and I promised her that I'd behave with her.

She closed the door in my face and locked it. She went back to the bed and told me to join her, so I did. She flipped her tv to the adult channels and picked a movie, explaining that she liked to watch porn, so sue her!

I rolled us a fresh joint, lit it and passed it to her. We got really fucked up! Silent, watching the fucking and sucking on the screen, her hand had found it's way to my crotch, and mine to her breasts, under her blouse. She looked up at me as she unzipped my pants and took out my hard cock in her hand, saying that she was going to suck me, so she hoped I liked being sucked. With that, her mouth was on me, and I was sliding ever so slowly down her throat. This was a woman who dearly loved sucking cock! I held back as long as I could but when I came, she became even more excited, sucking down every last drop.

She gave my cockhead a little finishing kiss, stood and stripped, climbed back into bed, right over my head, and fed me her pussy for dessert, pulling my head hard into her pussy with her hands. She came a body-wracking orgasm, collapsing onto me when it was over. We rested and gave each other a very nice, goodnight fucking. And the next night, a repeat. And for the next 2 years, we met on the road maybe 5 or 6 times, but each time was a solid week of fucking and sucking.

It wasn't all bad, on the road.

Pauli was a substitute art teacher for the school district, a struggling artist in her own right, and a part-time, waitress at the steak house with my ex, Ann.

Pauli and I got to be 'buddies' over the course of a year or so, and eventually, lovers. Ann knew, I told her, but since we are active in 'the lifestyle', it was just another walk on the wildside as far as we were concerned.

I would, from time to time, go over to Pauli's place when Ann was working at night, if Pauli wasn't. We'd smoke dope, listen to jazz and sometimes, not all, but sometimes, we'd fuck.

One night, as we lay in her bed after a fierce sex-session, she asked me about Ann and I's marriage, our lifestyle, indicating that she knew we were swingers. How did she know? She'd seen Ann, some nights, when the waitresses would meet for a drink before going home, flirt with and leave with a few single guys. Not often, she said, but sometimes. She figured I was too smart not to know, so therefore I must be OK with it; it was one of the reasons, she said, that she wanted to fuck me.

Now, she said, she'd like to jump into bed with Ann and I, if we'd like. She's never been in a threesome, but she wanted to try it. She'd been with guys, she'd been with women, she'd been with HS girls, but never in a threesome.

I brought it up with Ann, Ann just smiled and said, "OK".

I was a part of that first threesome only for an occasional cocksuck from Ann or Pauli. That first time was all about Ann and Pauli, and several get-togethers after that first one. Pauli's 'thing' after the first few times was for me to fuck her in her ass, as she went down on Ann. She loved me to fuck her in the ass when she dined at Ann's 'Y'.

I am, if nothing else, cooperative, lol.

My ex, Ann, really liked her girl-time, really liked it a lot.

I came home from a business trip, a day early, and thought it'd be a surprise for Ann, so I didn't tell her. It was a surprise, that's for sure, lol.

I got home from the airport just after dusk,and walking in, the 'silence' was deafening. I listened for a couple of seconds, wondering if Ann was at her part-time waitressing job, when I heard some sounds from the rear of the house. Our house was large and multi-storied, and from the back of it, you couldn't hear anything from the kitchen/garage area very well, so Ann didn't hear me arrive home.

I went on the rear deck, which wrapped around the house, to our bedroom. Walking in the shadows, I expected to find Ann in bed with one of her studmuffins, and that'd be OK, I'd not cause a scene, but I would watch, I decided. My surprise probably showed on my face when I got into a spot that would allow me to look into our bedroom. Ann hadn't closed the curtains to the patio doors all the way, so I was able to look in and get an eyeful.

There was a teenaged girl on our bed, and Ann had her head buried between her legs, busily 'doing her thing' to the girl's young pussy. Judging by the expression of joy and glee on her face, the girl was liking whatever Ann was doing, liking it a lot. Looking a bit to the side, Ann's ass came into view, and so did the girl that was lying on her back, underneath it, her tongue reaching between Ann's spread legs. The girl on the bed, receiving Ann's attention, seemed familiar suddenly and then I recognized her as being one of the busgirls from the steakhouse that Ann worked at, part-time. As Ann made love to that girl's pussy, the girl underneath Ann was doing the same to her.

Shamelessly, I continued to watch, enthralled by the scene, and when the girl threw her head back, I heard her cries of delight when she orgasmed, even from the outside of the house, though the sound was a bit muffled. Ann reached climax also judging by her expression and the grinding she was doing onto the other girl's face, under her. The girl climbed from underneath Ann, and I recognized her as one of the daughters of a neighbor from up the street, to whom Ann taught piano lessons, every week.

Ann climbed up onto the bed and the 2 teenagers positioned themselves on either side of her, each kissing and touching Ann, Ann's arms around them both. The girls sucked on Ann's breasts and gave each other kisses as they did so. Ann had her eyes closed, enjoying the attention, one of the girls fingering Ann as she sucked on one of Ann's tits.

I quietly left the deck, walked to my car and quietly as I could, drove away, finding a bar in which to have a drink. I gave Ann and her 'friends' about another hour, before I called. She was surprised when she answered and it was me, lying, saying I had just landed and would be home in about 30 minutes.

I finished my drink and drove home.

The girls weren't there, of course, and Ann looked like she had been June Cleaver all day, baking and being little Mrs. Homemaker, lol. Ann never said a thing about her little fling she had just had, that night or ever afterwards, and when I made some moves indicating that I wanted to have sex, she 'pacified' me with one of her fabulous blowjobs, one that she's given to many men, and she was very good at it.

I never told her I knew, she never told me about it, and in some strange, non-caring way, that was alright with me. The 'show' I had that night was relived many times in the theater of my mind, lol.

Before my ex, Ann, and I went our separate ways, we had become very active in the swinging scene. Active to the point that we both had trysts without the other on many occassions. One of mine involved a woman that worked with Ann at the steakhouse that Ann waitressed at, part-time.

Dawn was cute, married, and as we got to know each other, very flirtatious with me. She was of average build, with small breasts, but her personality made up for what she felt she lacked in physical appearance. Over the course of several months, we, as couples, became friendly and went out together several times. There was never a hint of desire from either Ann or Dawn's husband, John, to 'be with each other', sexually; it was just as friends. Except that Dawn and I seem to have another connection that was highly charged sexually.

Dawn tended bar at the steakhouse and one night, when I had stopped in for a drink, she said she was getting off early, that the other bartender was closing for her that night. I, jokingly, invited her to stop off for a drink when she got off work. She, jokingly, said she just might. I finished my drink and left.

About an hour after I got home, the doorbell rang and it was Dawn, asking if the offer for a drink was still good. I welcomed into the house and fixed us both a rather stiff gin & tonic.

We sat in the living room, talking, but the air was heavy with sexual tension. I don't remember how we got started kissing, but we did. Deep, tongue-swiping, kisses, both of us getting hotter and hornier as we did. Her hand fell to my lap, found my cock, and as we kissed, she squeezed and rubbed it through my pants, seemingly enjoying it's feel in her hand. My hand had slipped under her shirt, to her small, but firm, tits and felt her nipples harden against my palm. I broke off a kiss and asked her if she'd like to continue this upstairs, in the bedroom. Her answer was to stand up and walk towards the stairway.

Once inside my bedroom, we fell onto the bed, kissing and touching each other with frenzied abandon. She ripped off her shirt and jeans as I did the same and began kissing each other again, hot and heavy, our hands all over each other. She seem to go into a trance as I sucked and licked her small tits, holding my head to them. When I licked my way down her body, to her crotch, she pushed my head onto her pussy and held it there as I licked and sucked on it feverishly.

I brought her to orgasm 3 or 4 times, each seemingly better than the last one, before she pulled me up so that I could enter her with my cock. We moved in rhytym with each other, slowly at first, building to a bed-rocking fuck which brought us to simutaneous climaxes. We rested, afterwards, and went at each other again, with the same intensity, her wants, obvious to me. After a couple of hours of intense lovemaking, we both cried uncle, but not before she gave me one of the best blowjobs I've ever had.

She dressed and as she was leaving, she said that she'd very much like to 'get together' with me whenever I'd like.

We did. Several times. She never told John of our fucks, and I never told Ann. That's OK, I knew Ann was fucking several guys that she hadn't told me about, either. Dawn and I had a 'secret' little thing going on for about a year, and I must say, it was very, very good fucking for us both.