5 comments/ 20171 views/ 2 favorites Arrangement By: magmaman {For some reason my head is off into memories lately, things I have not even thought about for years. I do that from time to time, so instead of making up crap to write and post I just jot down some crap that really happened. This is one of those. There is a lead in here to set the time and place, then I get to the story. This would probably fit in a couple of categories, too.} ++ Thinking about it, this had to be somewhere in circa 1973. My marriage to my first wife Sharon had ended, that period was not the best time in my life. I didn't want to go off to any war, not really. But government does not ask so in the middle 60's I found myself in some God forsaken country that up until then I had never really even heard of. We used to go out on patrols, most of the time we saw bushes, jungle, and mud. Sometimes we shot at those bushes, jungle and mud and people hiding in them about a mile away shot back. I have no clue as to if I ever hit anything, I do know one of the little people as we called them managed to hit me. Not once but twice. Just blind luck, or being unlucky depending on your point of view. They couldn't see me and I couldn't see them. I doubt if he ever had a clue as to his success. That got me a free airplane ticket home. +++ Home was not the same as it had been when I left, although it did take me about three months to figure that all out. The on the naughty side wife named Sharon that I left behind was untouched by any other male the day I climbed on the train in Portland. She had been touched quite a bit by the time I got back home. Partly my fault, she and I had gotten into experiments. We did things like flash gas station attendants, let guys look up her dress in a small cafe we went to that appeared to be designed for that. At first it was panties but that progressed to no panties. We even had some friends over and played strip poker. Hell, it was the sixties and the world was changing very fast. Sex was becoming a way of saying hello, I like you although our little coastal town was not as affected as the bigger cities were. The silly flashing games always got Sharon hot as a pistol. At first she was extremely shy about it but as time went on and she got into that, she became almost blatant. Then suddenly I was gone, and she was all alone with nothing to do. It took some digging, some yelling, but finally I got most of the truth out of her. The first few times were innocent, just out with some girl friends but this is how it starts. Then came a night of a few extra drinks, some of that smoke that was now showing up all over the place. One of the guys that dropped by the table the gals sat at was better with females than most, and Sharon ended up with him giving her a ride home. He also ended up staying the night, in my home, in my bed, with my wife! By the time I got back home things like that had become a regular event, and not with just that one guy. I had no clue at first, Sharon went right back to being faithful and acting happy with just me. Then one morning I stopped in for a beer after working graveyard shift at the mill, and ran into Bobby. Bobby was a sort of bud at that time, and he was also drunk. That was nothing new, except being drunk at 7:30 in the morning usually suggested a problem. He told me about this guy named Doug. "That guy spent half the time you were gone fucking your old lady, I don't know how you put up with that shit!" Bobby blurted out. Let's just say that started the ball rolling, Sharon and I had one hell of a lot of fights. I have to admit I was not exactly an angel while overseas myself. The days when they let us have a break from being cannon fodder were often spent with some of the native women. There was no shortage of them, and nearly all of them were completely willing. No big deal, I was a guy so that was expected. Our real women were supposed to sit at home with their hands in their laps and wait. One sided? Yea, but also the way things were. +++ So by the 1970's, I was single again and living a couple of hundred miles away up North. Women? I guess at that stage of my life I didn't like them very much. I vowed to myself that I would never be second fiddle to any man that walks the Earth. If a woman was with me, she had better god damn be with ME, or else! The rental cabin I lived in was at one time a motel, the owners had converted the 6 units into full time living quarters. Nice and cheap, exactly what I needed at the time. One couple lived right across from me, the other four units were all women. Two of those had a pair of women living in them, the other two were singles. They all eyed me carefully for perhaps two weeks, then I became part of the furniture, the bushes in the rather nice little well tended courtyard. The couple were nearly always gone, other than wave when I saw them, that was it. Down on the end were two females, a shade older, and they clearly liked each other. Which left four women unattached. Of those, the cabin with the other two women was like a freeway, it popped into my head that those two gals had a little home business going on. One day I saw the County Sheriff show up, he stayed an hour also. So there was no point in being concerned about anything. Guys would show up, knock on the door while looking around furtively, then go inside for around an hour or so. The next one would show up about 15 minutes later, same thing. That left Shelly, a chubby 25 year old dishwater blond, and Sandy, whose one goal in life was to be a musician. Shelly worked in the local flower shop, she was constantly bringing home hanging baskets. The owners of the place didn't mind that, because it really did make the yard look nice. I heard Sandy out there playing her guitar one sunny afternoon, and I had spent a short stint years before in a band. Back then it was "Leaving on a Jet Plane" and stuff like that, which evolved into "Proud Mary" and I could hit the licks with the best of them. So I picked up my old Epiphone 12 string, a real one, not the current cheap Japanese version, and went out there. Shelly looked at me and made an excuse, went inside her cabin. "Oh, do you play?" Sandy asked me. "Yea, a little. Mind if I join you?" I asked. We sat there and played, after spending maybe 20 minutes getting the two tools tuned to each other. Sandy sang a few numbers, her voice was clear and crisp with a bit of a nasal twang. I had a pretty good range, I could handle baritone, or switch to tenor rather easily, depending on the tune. I did one number that was a solo, Sandy sat and watched with a big smile. When I finished, someone started clapping and I looked over to see the two lesbians sitting on their tiny porch listening. "Gee, Danny. You are amazing!" Sandy told me, reaching out to pat my leg. It had been perhaps six months since any female touched me at all, having someone like my efforts made me feel good and Sandy's hand was patting me rather high on the thigh. Plus Sandy had on a white T-shirt and no bra, her nipples were making bumps in the cloth. Of course I got an erection, of course I did. I lifted my leg to try and hide that, Sandy got a smirk on her face. "Want a beer?" She asked. "That sounds good." I replied. Off we went to her cabin. That was one fine afternoon, and it went right on into the evening. Her body was not spectacular, she was soft and completely female, plus she was also extremely eager. It was nearly midnight when we were both done, that was one of those "just happened" scenarios all of us know about. "Please don't tell Ray." Sandy told me at the door as I was leaving to walk across to my own cabin. That brought me right to a stop. Who in the hell was Ray? I found that out a few days later, Ray turned out to be the long haul truck driving boy friend. Sharon and all of the shit we went through before, all of the cheating and lying flooded right back into my head. Had I known about the boyfriend I would not have touched Sandy with a ten foot pole! By then, my head was wrapped around things changing in my life. I didn't say anything to Ray though. I did see him come walking in and opening Sandy's door, he didn't knock or anything. Of course not, Sandy was his woman and of course she was sitting there waiting faithfully for him to arrive, sure she was. Just a couple of days earlier I had myself stuffed into every hole she had at least once, and damn near chewed her slightly flabby tits to oblivion. Then Ray took off on another of his trips to God knows where, and he couldn't have been out of sight for more than 30 minutes before Sandy was knocking on my door. I told her what I thought of that in no uncertain terms, things got loud and at one point Shelly came out and looked our way. "Go fuck yourself, Danny!" Were the last words Sandy said to me as she stomped off. Needless to say, we didn't play any more guitar together. +++ I was at work when a guy I didn't know came into the shop, he said he had heard that I could play and sing. After a short conversation, I found myself over at his house practicing. Next I was up on a stage again, doing a mix of country and pop. The club was a tiny little bar, they had a standard fare restaurant in the next room. If any of you have ever been to Seaside, Oregon, you probably know the place. It was still there the last time I was in town, some 15 years back. Each evening it filled up with housewife types, the ones with husbands working swing shift at the mill. The other band members took advantage of that, not me though. I would have nothing to do with any woman I thought might be attached, which meant I had nothing to do with any of them at all. There were quite a few clear attempts, I saw panties in the closer tables since the angle from the low stage was almost perfect, and I also saw more than one female nipple. Word got around that I was either gay or something was wrong with me. I didn't bother to respond to any of the comments. One day a man came into the shop and asked me if I could handle a keyboard. I just happened to be able to, so he asked me to sit in with them since their keyboard player was sick. Their group was booked into the Armory which was a rather big deal in the little town. The called themselves "Paul Revere and the Raiders", I had never even heard of them myself although I did hear of them later on. That was my very first and only gig ever with a top professional group, my job was to fill on the organ and keep my mouth shut. It was top pay, too, I got $80 for two nights work Just about everybody in our town showed up, too. At one point I saw Sandy dancing with her boyfriend Ray. I remember thinking it was a good thing I said nothing about having a four hour long stint in bed with his girl friend, Ray was sort of big and mean looking. Of course she completely ignored me. After that group left town, I was rather popular for a few weeks. People I didn't even know said hi and struck up conversations with me. Even the little shop I ran picked up business, and even more people came to hear us play at the little bar. One night I looked up and the Will Logan Trio that was playing up at the Motor Inn had come down to see what was going on. We had everybody in our bar. Women? They were suddenly everywhere, and a few went out of their way to get my attention. That didn't work, I was still down on females. I went to the club by myself and I went home by myself. I think my mood was even worse, Sandy had cheated on her guy, and made me a cheat in the process. During that period, a few times Shelly, the slightly chubby gal that lived in our complex said hi with a smile. I said hi back and that was it. One evening I was sitting in the yard all by myself, playing softly. Shelly came out and asked if she could sit and listen. "Sure." I told her. Shelly was about the only female I knew that didn't say something, make some hint or dress with the intention of getting me to look. In all of that time, I never saw her go out on a date, never saw any men come over. To be honest, I really didn't pay any attention to her at all, it was just hard to not notice things since she lived right there, not 30 feet away. As I was playing one tune, Shelly closed her eyes and started to hum, she slid in exactly on key and filled the tune nicely. It sounded so nice I stretched it, that is when a song should end but bars get added to make it longer for those of you who don't play. "That sounded really nice." I told her. Her eyes flashed open, I realized she had drifted off to someplace else. That happens when a person gets completely into the music, you became a part of it. She thanked me in a small voice, blushed profusely and went back inside. That is a tiny little thing right there, but I noticed it. +++ A couple of weeks went by, I was in my cabin watching TV when there was a knock on the door. "Can you help me Danny? Something is terribly wrong!" She blurted out. There was a trace of panic in her voice. I let her in, not having a clue. Then in the light, I saw it. Both of her arms were covered in blisters, so was her face on one side. "What in the world is that?" I asked her. "I don't know, I don't know, Oh my God!" She was nearly freaking out. "We need to get you to emergency." I told her. "I can't, I don't have any money. Do you have some lotion, something?" She asked. "I can go get something if we can figure out what it is? What were you doing?" I asked. "Just making some baskets, arrangements to hang out in the yard." She told me. That was when it hit me. "Where is the basket you were working on?" "Over at my place." "I will be right back." I headed over there, her door was unlocked. Her little cabin was neat as a pin, and sitting on the table were some yellow flowers, alongside was some Salal, right next to that was a large pile of Poison Ivy. "Oh, shit." I thought. That is a nasty plant, we had a few of those around when I was a kid growing up and a couple of times I had touched it myself. It itches like nothing you can imagine, the skin breaks out into blisters, scratching it makes it worse. The stuff was growing in a patch right in some Salal, and Shelly had harvested the pretty leaves. Hugging the bunch of leaves, she had carried those back to her truck, placing them in the bed. Since she worked in a flower shop, one would think she would know but she didn't. The plant is rather rare in Oregon, because when it does start to grow someone sprays it. "What am I going to do?" She was hopping up and down, clearly in extreme distress. I remembered what my Mother used, Calamine lotion. My Grandmother swore by Iodine, too. Back then a person could buy both in any pharmacy over the counter. I told Shelly to just sit there, and no matter how bad it got, to not try and scratch it. Then I headed to the store to get what I needed. I was back in 20 minutes, Shelly hadn't moved but she was crying. I began to apply the lotion to her arms and face, she sat and let me do that. Just as I was getting done, she looked at me with her face flaming. "Danny, it is all over my....." Her voice trailed off. "Oh. Darn. Well, here, take this and..." "No. You go ahead and do it, some of it is on my back and I can't reach." "OK." She started to tug off her shirt, I told her to wait and went in and got a garbage bag. Her clothes were going to be contaminated, you don't even dare burn the stuff because if you breathe the smoke it can get into the lungs. The best things to do is seal off the plant, and seal any clothing also. I took her top, by now I had my work gloves on. I was trying to not look at her bare breasts, the streak of redness was all up one side and across one breast. Hell, she must have really hugged the damn plant! "These too?" She pointed at her blue jeans. "No, I think..." "It's on my tummy and hip, too." "OK. I'm sorry, we have to..." "It's OK, Danny. I trust you." Shelly stripped naked, her hands started to come around to cover her pubic hair but I had to stop her. She might have transferred the stuff to that most sensitive spot. She sighed, resigning herself to what was now an extremely delicate situation. With the clothing secured, I led her into my bathroom and had her get into the shower. Her body was certainly a mess, she looked like she had rolled in the stuff. The reddish streak ran all the way down, right next to her groin. There was no way on God's green Earth to protect her modesty. Once she had completely washed, I again coated her down with the lotion. I knew very well that it was going to be several days before she would begin to get over the stuff. Then I went in and scrubbed the tub carefully. She also could not go home to her cabin, I saw the pile of leaves she had on her kitchen table. Finding a sheet, I covered her and put her on my bed. Then I went over to her cabin, bagged all of the plant and washed the place down with a strong bleach solution. I wasn't sure that would even work, but it was what I had. Shelly was sound asleep when I got back. I took up residence on my far too short couch. It was one miserable night. The next morning, Shelly was feeling better but the blisters had matured. Some of them were open and draining, so again I had her bathe carefully. I did my very best to not look at her nakedness, that is not an easy thing to do. I saw her watch me through slitted eyes and attempted to keep a straight face. Once washed and patted dry, I again applied the lotion. Again she slept, by evening she was improving. I went over and washed her cabin down again with a mixture of stuff the man at the pharmacy suggested. I hoped that would do the job. By then the back of my own hands were breaking out, Shelly saw that and felt terrible about it. But it was minor, I dabbed myself with the lotion. By Saturday Shelly was clearing up, enough that I went over to her place and got some underwear, a skirt and blouse. Now dressed, she seemed to relax. I fixed a nice dinner, after we sat and watched TV. "Danny, thank you so much. You are a wonderful man. No one has ever seen me...you know...and you didn't do anything, you just tried to help me." "I am sorry, I had to. I didn't want to embarrass you, but...?" "Well? Did you...did you...?" Her voice trailed off and she blushed. "Did I what?" "Did you...like me?" Her face really turned red. "Well, yes, of course. But I was just trying to...?" "I know. I am fat, aren't I?" "No, not really. You are just..I guess soft, feminine is the word." "You really think so?" She smiled at what I said. I managed to not laugh, Shelly at best was wildly shy. Then she had to strip naked in front of a man she barely knew? "I hope you don't mind my saying so, but you have beautiful breasts." I told her, almost teasing. "They are really small." She said quietly. "Actually, they are close to perfect for your size." I smiled. Shelly went quiet, nothing more was said. The next day I once again washed down her cabin, then thinking it was all under control she went back. Over the next few days the sores scabbed over and healed, finally coming off and leaving her skin clear again. She must have thanked me at least 50 times. She also seemed to be around a lot more than before, often when I was outside playing she would come out and listen. A few times she slipped in with that humming, that perfect blending. That part I liked. One day I was playing a Beatles tune, Shelly began to sing the words. It was the first time she ever sang. I kept the guitar in the background so I could hear her, she had one of the most beautiful natural voices I had ever heard. Arrangement I asked her if she would like to sing with our little band sometime. "Oh, I couldn't do that." She said. "Why not?" "In front of all of those people?" It took me another week, finally I got her to come to a practice. The guys loved her, they gushed about it. I saw her change right before my eyes, confidence grew in her. Then she came to the club, I got her up on the stage and she sang. Quietly at first but as she got into it off she went. Damned if she didn't bring the house down. Once she started to rock, she began to bounce up and down with the beat. With it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, that was sexy as hell. After that, she often sang with us, in short order Shelly was very popular. Then she was being hit on constantly, but she did manage to rebuff all of them. Many evenings were spent in my cabin practicing with her, Shelly got better and better. There came the night things changed. "Danny, don't you like me?" She asked out of the clear blue sky. "What? Of course I like you, what in the world brought that on?" "You have never asked me out, you never have tried to...to...kiss me or anything!" "I didn't think you even thought of me that way." I told her. "Well, I do. I thought maybe you didn't think of me that way!" This was a different Shelly than the woman I met several months back. I just stared at her. "Danny, I have never had sex." She blurted out. "I..Oh, man? Shelly, you are pretty, half the guys that come into the club would stand in line for a chance, you have to know that." "I want it to be you." She told me flatly. "Shelly, I..." Hell, I had no clue as to what to say to that. "Well? Will you?" She was looking right at me with a stubborn expression. What else could I do? Besides, I did like her, she was not attached and it had been some time since I had a woman in my arms. I smiled, stepped forward, and kissed her. From there it was a wild tearing at each other's clothing. I had seen her body before, even touched it, doing my level best to not be intimate about it. This time was just the opposite. Plus she was not lying about being a virgin, I had the biggest struggle I had ever had getting myself in there. I swear it took at least 15 minutes since she had no clue at all how to relax. At one point I stopped and began to lick her, getting some screeches that I am pretty sure our lesbian neighbors overheard. At least from the smirks I saw on their faces the next day. The sheets on the bed were ruined for all time, we got up and showered together, changed the bedding and went right back to it. There was no more blood, I actually expected there to be. The entire next week was filled with sex, we got no practice in at all. Friday and Saturday night we played and sang at the club, then went directly back to the cabin for more sex. Once started, Shelly was crazy about it. The real truth is that there is a term for this kind of relationship. That is called, "Friends with benefits." Our affair lasted for several months, then one night a man came into the club. I saw him go over to Shelly on our break, and talk to her. I saw her smile, I saw her react. How do I explain this? It was...OK? That night Shelly was in my bed, we had just finished another of those nutty sessions where she tried to get my entire body inside of her. We fit perfectly now, there was no longer any struggle to make love. Things became..expected? I think we both knew. "Danny, you are wonderful you know that?" She said. I braced myself, I knew what was coming. "I met a guy, he asked me out. I want to go, would you mind?" I reached over and fondled Shelly's bare breast, she always liked that. "That's up to you, honey. Of course, you also realize that means the end." "I know. But it's not the end yet." She slid one leg over me and mounted me. Like things had become, that was effortless. It was also a goodbye. +++ {I ran into Shelly in Portland about 20 years ago, in a Safeway parking lot of all places. There was no missing her, it was the same dishwater blond hair style, same manner of dress, same mildly plump figure. She looked at me in shock when I walked over to her. "Danny!" She grabbed me, plastered herself to me. A tall man with graying hair was getting out of the passenger side of the car, I could see three kids in the back, rather big kids. "Danny, this is my husband Carl." She nodded toward the man who was now giving us an odd look. "Danny is the man I told you about? Back when I got into that poison Ivy that time?" "Oh....OH!" The man said. He came around and shook my hand, honest to God. Then he turned and walked towards the store, leaving the two of us to talk. That was odd, too. "I told Carl everything, Danny. I even told him that if I ever ran into you, I would love to do it again!" She giggled. I just smiled at that comment. "But you wouldn't, would you?" She asked, kissing me again. She was right about that.} Arrangement in Black & White The relationship between Todd, Carol, and Rodney began way back in High School. One night after Bedford High's football team won the state championship, Carol Swanson the head cheerleader, put on a dance to celebrate the victory. Todd Riley, the team captain, possessed lots of charm and had a crush on Carol, but it seemed that Carol only had eyes for Rodney Jefferson. Rodney had a natural rhythm that made Todd appear to be a bumbling fool. As he sat sadly on the sidelines watching them dance he decided he didn't stand a chance. Conceding defeat Todd left the dance early. Rodney Jefferson was a six foot three African American who was every schoolgirl's wet dream. He was also Todd's best friend. Besides being the team's prize quarterback, Rodney was a member of the school's wrestling club and had taken top marks on the debating team for three years in a row. Admired by everyone including a grudging Todd, no one had any doubts he was going to go far in life. Rodney's life however was not to include Carol. That night a beautiful young black girl named Lucinda Rawlins asked him to dance and stole his heart. Although quite liberal, the Swansons had never been very comfortable with the idea of a mixed marriage for their daughter. To their unspoken relief she eventually forgot all about Rodney and started dating Todd. With Lucinda occupying all of Rodney's time Todd's friendship with Rodney soon died out. Todd went on to college, finished a degree in economics and landed a job as manager at the local bank. Shortly afterwards he asked Carol for her hand in marriage. The young newlyweds had a brief honeymoon in Barbados where much to his delight Todd discovered his new bride had an insatiable appetite for sex. It didn't take long for Todd to find out that Carol's love for sex wasn't restricted to him alone. Within six weeks of returning from Barbados he had come home early from the bank and caught her in bed with their eighteen year old pool boy. Carol had tearfully confessed that she was lonely and needed more attention than Todd was able to give her. After his initial embarrassment and anger had subsided Todd realized he was still deeply in love with her and chose to forgive her. Over the years Todd tolerated his wife's indiscretions and eventually reached a point where he found himself actually looking forward to her affairs. Carol told him she loved him deeply and assured Todd that her liaisons were strictly for sexual gratification. She kept nothing hidden from him and strangely enough the arrangement seemed to work. Todd became increasingly excited hearing Carol's lurid descriptions and enjoyed having sex with her after she came home from her dates. One night Carol threw caution to the wind and brought her latest lover home to meet Todd. Their cuckolding had progressed to the point where she actually wanted to fuck her dates in front of him. Carol became intoxicated by the sexual power it gave her and did her best to include her husband in all of her sexual escapades. Their unconventional lifestyle worked well for Todd and Carol for over three decades. * * * * * To celebrate their thirty-second wedding anniversary Todd made reservations for a dinner dance at the local Hyatt. "This was such a wonderful idea Todd, I can't thank you enough." Carol's eyes sparkled with excitement as she sipped on her glass of champagne "I'm the one who should be thanking you, Carol. I consider myself extremely fortunate to be out on the town with such a beautiful lady. It's hard to believe it's been so many years since we first met. It just keeps getting better and better." Todd smiled and brought his glass up to meet hers. "Here's to the sexiest woman in the room! Happy anniversary, sweetheart." "Happy anniversary to you too, honey." Suddenly Carol turned white with shock. "My god! I don't believe it! Todd, quick, look behind you! Isn't that Rodney Jefferson?" Todd turned and followed her gaze. It was Rodney all right. He had hardly changed a bit. Knowing that Carol had wanted him for so long a plan began to take shape in Todd's mind. "By god, you're right. It is him! What do you say Carol, should I call him over to our table? Our evening could turn out to be quite interesting. Ill bet that you'd still love a chance to do him," he whispered quietly. Carol turned a deep red. "Are you just teasing me, Todd? Would you really let me fuck him? Even on our anniversary? You would be okay with that?" "Why not sweetheart? No pun intended can you imagine a more fitting way to celebrate our special night than getting his big cock up your cunt? I'd love to see that happen! Just say the word and I'll have the waiter take him over a drink." "Todd, you devil. Now you've really got me tempted! Are you sure? You know I would never do anything unless you wanted me to." "Carol. I never want to stand in the way of anything that would make you feel good. Believe me, I want it to happen." "Oh Todd, I love you so much. You understand me so well. Alright, if you're absolutely certain, go ahead and send him a drink. Let's just see what he does." Todd called the waiter over and ordered a martini for Rodney. They watched in anticipation as the waiter took the drink over. Rodney said something to the waiter and the man pointed over at Todd and Carol. Suddenly a look of recognition crossed Rodney's face. Smiling warmly he rose from his table and crossed the floor to greet Todd and Carol. "What an incredible surprise after all these years! How are you Todd? Hello Carol. I had no idea you two were a couple. What are you guys doing here?" "Todd's taking me out for dinner on our anniversary. What about you? What have you been up to all these years? Where's Lucinda? You are still with her aren't you? "Sadly, no. I'm afraid my marriage with her didn't turn out so well. We lasted just long enough to have a couple of baby girls. They're all grown up now with kids of their own but Lucinda's still doing her best to keep me in debt for the rest of my life. I've just been transferred back to Bedford from New York. The reason I'm sitting here is because this hotel is my temporary home until I can find some new digs. I work as an investment banker with Harris and Klein. I'm here all by myself because it seems I've been stood up by my date tonight. I don't seem to be very lucky at love. I was just settling in to do some serious drinking when you guys came along." "I'm sorry to hear your marriage didn't work out for you, Todd said sincerely. But since you've been stood up why don't you join us? We can't let you drink on your own. I'm sure Carol could use a good dance partner. I've got two left feet. Isn't that right, honey?" "I couldn't possibly impose on your special night Todd. I think I should just go back to my hotel room." "Don't be silly, Rodney. We'd love to have you join us!" Carol joined in eagerly. "Todd's right, you would be doing me a real favor. My husband can be a lot of fun but he is a terrible dancer. Just for once I'd love to get out on the dance floor with someone who knows what they're doing. If I remember right you're pretty darned good." "Well, if you're sure I wouldn't be spoiling your evening. It would be a shame to waste all this good music. I would be honored to dance with you, Carol. Is that okay with you, Todd?" "Go for it pal, get her out there. Make my woman happy for me." Carol blushed, hoping they didn't appear too obvious. She felt a heat spread up from between her legs as she stood up. Taking Rodney's huge hand she allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor. As the lights dimmed the orchestra began to play a soft romantic tune. Carol snuggled into Rodney and they began to dance. "It's sure nice to see you again, Rodney," she whispered moving her body closer as they swayed in time to the music. Rodney felt Carol's soft breasts press up against him. He wasn't exactly sure if she was coming on to him but between the warmth of her body and her intoxicating perfume his cock begin to grow in his pants. In order to hide his all too obvious erection Rodney pulled Carol even closer and moved them off to a darkened area of the dance floor. The song abruptly ended and they stood awkwardly waiting for the next tune. Carol stood up on her tip toes and slipped her tongue between his lips giving him a deep kiss of appreciation. "Thank you so much Rodney, it's been such a long time since I've danced with anyone but Todd. I love him dearly but he's hopeless on the dance floor." As they danced Rodney moved his leg up between hers and felt the heat emanating from her crotch as she moved against him. Her lipstick tasted delicious hinting of even better things to come. Time quickly slipped away and before he knew it Rodney realized that they had been dancing for almost an hour. "I think I'd better get you back to your husband before I forget myself," Rodney said reluctantly." "Oh, Rodney, can't we please have just one more dance? I'm enjoying myself so much," Carol pleaded. "I don't ever want this to end!" "Okay Carol, Just one more, but then I really think we should join Todd." Todd sipped on his fourth drink as he waited patiently for Carol and Rodney to finish. It was all too obvious that his wife still carried a major torch for Rodney. After their last dance they returned hand in hand to the table. Rodney excused himself to go get a round of drinks from the bar and Todd took the opportunity to talk with his wife. "Well, Carol, you sure are having a good time. For a moment there I thought you were going to hump each other right on the dance floor!" "What do you expect, Todd? You go ahead and set us up knowing that I've always had the hots for him. If you didn't want me to get horny why would you do that? I'm so fucking turned on I'm practically ready to rape the guy! Don't you dare get cold feet and back down on me now." "Hold on Carol, I was only teasing. I'd never do that to you. In fact I was just thinking that maybe we could invite him back to stay at our house. From what I remember in the locker room our friend Rodney is hung like a horse. I'd really like to watch you fuck him. Anyway, here he comes. I have an idea. Why don't you go to the washroom and let me talk to him." As Rodney sat down Carol excused herself to go freshen up. The two men watched in silence as Carol walked away from the table, her bottom swaying sexily. Rodney turned to Todd. "Man, did you ever luck out! Carol is more beautiful now than she was back in high school! If she wasn't your wife I would be all over her." He raised his drink and toasted Todd's success. "Yeah, she's really something isn't she," Todd replied. "You know, Rodney, Carol's always had a crush on you. And judging from the size of that boner you had as you danced with her tonight, it's pretty obvious that you like her too!" "Oh Jesus, you noticed that? I'm sorry man, I just couldn't help myself. I mean dancing with a woman like Carol. It's been a long time for me. I'm only human." "It's okay; I know what it's like. I'm not blaming you. She does the same thing to me and I've been married to her for over thirty years. I'll bet the horny little slut was rubbing her cunt up against you while you were dancing, wasn't she? She can be a real cocktease. You must be feeling pretty horny about now." "Horny doesn't even begin to describe what I feel. No offence man, but after dancing with that wife of yours my balls feel as heavy as a couple of grapefruit!" "No offence taken," Todd chuckled; she has the same effect on everybody. You know Rodney, while you were up at the bar Carol and I were thinking that maybe you might like to go home with us tonight. We have a guest bedroom you could stay in and it would be fun to talk over old times. I know Carol would enjoy it." "I don't know Todd, I really appreciate the offer but the way I feel right now I think I'm going to have to go back to my hotel room and take things into my own hand, so to speak," he confessed. "What a waste that would be!" said Carol, taking Rodney by surprise as she quietly sat down. Kissing him on the cheek she whispered softly in his ear. "Then I'd never get to experience that wonderful big cock of yours. Listen to me carefully, were all adults here. I need fucking very badly and Todd doesn't have a problem with it. I know you want it too so I'm going to come right out and be totally honest with you. We've had an open marriage for years and I want you to come home with us and make love to me." Rodney gulped his drink and stared at Todd and Carol with a look of surprise on his face. "Jesus, you'll have to give me a little time to digest all this. I've never had an offer to help someone celebrate their anniversary like this before. I can't say I'm not flattered!" "What about you Todd, where do you fit into all this?" he asked. "It's okay Rodney. I don't want you to think I'm queer or anything like that. I just love to watch Carol having sex. To me it's a perfectly natural way to express my deep love for her. It's like watching a really good porn movie with the woman you love in the starring role. We found out a long time ago that I couldn't possibly satisfy all of Carol's needs so this arrangement has gradually evolved. We would both really like you to join us. So what do you say, would you like to come back home with us?" "God yes! Jesus Todd, You are still such a nice guy. Who would ever turn down an offer like that? I'm ready whenever you guys are. Let's get going!" After finishing their drinks and retrieving Rodney's luggage they set off for home. Todd drove as Rodney and Carol sat in the back necking like a pair of teenagers. His cock grew hard as he adjusted the rearview mirror and saw Rodney's hand way up under Carol's skirt. Carol lay back on the seat, pulled up her skirt and raised her ass off the seat. She smiled at Todd in the mirror as Rodney pulled off her panties. Her heady aroma filled the car as she put her arms around Rodney's neck and pulled him close. "You'd better slow down!" Todd told the giggling couple. "You won't even make it home!" After a short drive they pulled up at the house and unloaded the car. Carol unlocked the door and let them in." I'll be right back, boys. I just want to change into something a little more comfortable!" she said huskily as Todd helped Rodney bring his luggage into the house. Todd and Rodney watched her soft round ass as she walked off to the bedroom. Carol had enjoyed herself immensely at the hotel and had had more than a little too much to drink. Rodney sat down in the living room and waited as Todd mixed them all a drink and dimmed the lights. Todd put on some soft background music and returned with their drinks. Carol came out of the bedroom and stood quietly before Rodney dressed in a completely transparent black teddy with matching fishnet stockings and garter belt. In the dim light Rodney could just make out her protruding nipples and dark pubic hair. The musky aroma of her aroused sex filled the air. Wasting no time Carol fell to her knees and unzipped his fly. She reached inside his briefs and carefully took out his semi erect cock. Holding Rodney's heavy cock with her tiny manicured hand she licked the head with the tip of her tongue causing a drop of precum to ooze out of the slit. It formed a pearly strand that joined his twitching penis to her scarlet lips. Captivated by Carol's wantonness, Rodney suddenly remembered that Todd was watching. "Are you sure you're okay with this man?" he choked breathlessly as Carol wrapped her lips around his cock. I mean after all, she is your wife!" "Its okay buddy, I want whatever makes Carol happy, and right now that seems to be you. I've always liked her getting it on with other guys and you've come along at just the right time. I'd much rather she did it with an old friend. Go ahead and enjoy yourself. She loves sucking cock." Carol moaned at Todd's words as her lips engulfed the head of Rodney's throbbing cock. Cupping his heavy swollen balls with her tiny hand she sucked on his massive cock, feeling Rodney rapidly approach orgasm. Carol knew that he wasn't going to last very long. She had felt his erection for the whole time they were up on the dance floor. "You'd better be careful Carol," he groaned. "I'm warning you, I've got a huge load and I'm just about ready to come! Rodney's warning only served to arouse Carol even more and she renewed her pace, sucking and licking his balls and shaft till he could hold back no more. With a cry of sweet agony he filled her mouth as she greedily swallowed his hot thick creamy load. As if in a daze Carol slowly got up and removed her teddy, exposing her full breasts and mature cunt to their gaze. Licking her lips she looked over at Todd with lust crazed eyes. She pulled on her nipples as she straddled Rodney's still rampant prick. "I'm so turned on," Carol panted. I've wanted this big thing in my cunt all night!" She eased herself slowly down onto his ten inch black cock. Todd groaned and started to jack himself off as Rodney's thick, glistening black shaft disappeared inch by inch into his wife's swollen quim. His cock, slippery with precum grew hard as steel as he watched Carol impaling herself on her new lover. With her heavy swollen teats swaying obscenely Carol looked like a high-class call girl as she sat down on Rodney. Wearing nothing but her black garter belt and fishnet stockings she began to raise herself up and down, her cunt making wet sucking sounds as she bottomed out on his huge cock. She looked over at Todd, watching him play with himself. Carol smiled at her husband. With Rodney's cum still fresh on her lips she began to ride their friend's huge cock "Oh, that's it baby, Yeah! Fuck me hard in front of my husband! Show Todd what a real man fucks like! Oh God honey, he's fucking me so good... I can feel him way up inside my tummy!" Carol's milky white ass contrasted with Rodney's ebony skin as he grasped her cheeks in his big black hands, her cunt creating a foamy ring as it formed a tight seal around Rodney's pulsing manhood. Todd felt it was the single most erotic sight he had ever seen. His balls tightened as he felt himself getting ready to cum. "Oh Todd, it's still so fucking big even after I've sucked him off! My cunt feels so good. Oh God yes, he's fucking doing it to me. I can feel his cock getting even bigger inside me! I'm gonna cum real soon baby. Oh no, I can't stop cumming! I'm cumming... right... fucking... now!!!" Carol moaned and whimpered with relief as Rodney let go, shooting burst after burst of hot thick seed deep in her womb. Crying out loudly, she squeezed him tightly with her pussy, grinding herself down onto him. Shuddering like a bitch in heat Carol let her cunt go, soaking Rodney's crotch. Sobbing incoherently from being fucked so well Carol eased herself off his cock. Todd watched in awe as a huge amount of cum welled up and puddled out from between her swollen cunt lips. That did it for Todd. Unable to control himself any longer he kneeled in front of Carol, grabbed her waist and slid her off the couch onto his aching cock. Rodney's hot spunk oozed out of her, lubricating his cock and running onto his balls. Todd increased his pace as he felt himself nearing orgasm. Lifting her wet slippery ass, he drove himself into her cunt in a furious frenzy. "There! Take that, you dirty cock loving slut!" Todd savagely pounded away at his wife's gaping cunt, released his load and added even more cum into her sopping wet love hole. "You feel amazing! Oh Carol, I've never felt anything so fucking hot!" he gasped, as he drained his balls into her and collapsed on the couch. * * * * * "Sweetheart, wake up!" Todd's head pounded. He felt himself being shaken out of a deep sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he looked up to see Carol and Rodney smiling down at him "Hi, honey, you fell asleep. I guess all the excitement must have worn you out. It's three in the morning and time we all went up and got a good nights sleep. I thought I'd better wake you up or you're going to be awfully stiff in the morning. You'd better come up to bed with us. Don't forget that you have to go to work this morning."