He was right, he could; he was rock-hard – and I know how much he adores sliding into me when I’m just-fucked and dripping cum! I licked his cock, giving his little slit and that special web of skin just below it an extra tongue flick, and he gasped. He touched me, his fingers gently stroking my clit and slipping slightly into my relaxed pussy, and then gave them to me to lick before gathering a second sample for himself.
That did it! I was more than ready, and I knew full well how much he’d love it, so I flipped over to kneel in the chair, my arms crossed on the back with my chin resting on them as I pushed my ass and my dripping, ready pussy out for his enjoyment. His eagerness was obvious in the way he moved with considerable alacrity to get behind me, and in the way he plunged his stiff cock into me in one sudden plunge before grabbing my hips and thrusting away.
With him following James – and me thoroughly over-lubed with cum and my own juices – taking him so abruptly was pure pleasure, no pain, and I thrust back against him, wanting it all, enjoying his balls slapping merrily against my sopping cunt. I’d been loose when he entered, stretched by James’ larger cock, but I adapted quickly, the form-fitting capability of a healthy and active vagina working its magic, and he groaned when I squeezed him.
I came – of course – and when he did a reach-around and began to stroke my clit with his fingers, I came again a few moments later. I reached back under me to squeeze his balls, to return the favor, and was momentarily confused to find them already squozed – and yes, I know that’s not a word, but they were!
I quickly realized that James had my husband by the balls as he fucked me, and a moment later, he proved himself ambidextrous by sliding the middle finger of his other hand deep into my ass, which, fortunately, was well-greased with his earlier load.
James finger-fucked me hard for several seconds, and I came again, clamping down on his finger and Richard’s cock at the same time. “Oh, fuck! Fuck me, that feels so good… You guys make a great team! Fuck… fuck, Richie, I’m coming again! Ohh, baby, fuck meee…”
I heard James laugh. “I thought you didn’t like anal and weren’t into a DP.”
When I was eventually able to reply, I did. “Ohhh, fuck! Mmm, God, that’s amazing.” I squeezed and savored for a moment, enjoying the full attention of my two sexy guys, before I replied, “If your cock was no bigger than your finger instead of that ridiculous thing you’ve got… well, it would be very disappointing, but I’d be all over that DP idea of yours.”
He laughed. “I guess I should count my blessings.”
Richie and I said at the same time, “I know we do!”
We only got to enjoy another minute or two of our play before Richard announced that he was about to come; the mental and physical pleasure of sloppy seconds always speeds up his release, and James fondling his balls undoubtedly shaved off more time, and as he began to throb and pump within me, I came again, the sensation of an ejaculating cock deep in my body doing what it almost always does.
Before I lost myself in my orgasm, I instructed James to keep squeezing Richard’s balls; I know my husband, and I know how much he loves his balls handled as he comes.
After, as we caught our breath, we gradually began to untangle, sliding fingers out of asses and cocks out of pussies, eventually moving to the sofa where we collapsed into a stack of sweaty, cum-slick, satiated flesh, me mostly on top, our limbs intertwined, two softening cocks oozing the last dribbles of cum as the collection still in my pussy gradually squeezed out onto them. It all felt very good, very warm, loving, and satisfying. I love having two guys to love me – I highly recommend it, if you haven’t had the pleasure – and, lucky for me, my husband both indulges me and derives a great deal of pleasure from it himself!
One sign of our complete exhaustion and satiation? Nobody offered to lick me clean, and I would have turned them down if they had! That just might have been a first ever…
When we recovered enough to stand up, we all showered together – lots of touching, cocks sucked by various participants, fingers probing dark, tight, wet places and teasing erect nipples – and then we collaborated on a couple of big plates of chicken nachos – with jalapenos, as I love them, and without; Richard is a bit wimpier, and James can’t take the burn – and cold beers. Richie dug out our DVD of Spaceballs, which James, in his apparently deprived childhood, had never seen. We ate in front of the TV, and watched, and laughed at the stupidity as only Mel Brooks (and sometimes Monty Python) can do it.
James did understand my reference to his super-ludicrous cock after that, however!
Later, we soaked in the hot tub and looked up at the moon and the billions of stars, sometimes with the jets on, other times in silence so we could hear the owls and the coyotes. More touching, another orgasm or two for me… When Richie sat up on the edge to cool off, James sucked his cock again, which I’d thought he might.
When I touched him under the water, he was hard, so when he paused, I asked, “Are you enjoying yourself? I know you were hesitant to try it.”
He looked at me, and then up at Richie, who said, “I know I’m enjoying it!”
I laughed. “Yes, hon’, we can tell, and I knew you would. How about you, James?”
“You know…” He paused. “I am. I really am. You guys are so laid back about it, and so, just, easy to share pleasure with, I guess is a good way to put it. I feel comfortable experimenting, and it just feels so natural, like it was meant to be. Weird, huh?”
“Weird? No, not really.” I touched his face. “But having a cock in your mouth? Yeah, it’s almost as if cocks were designed to slip easily into warm, wet, welcoming places…”
He chuckled. “Yes, I suppose they were.” He looked up at Richard. “Are you gonna come?”
“Can I? I mean, is that okay?”
When James hesitated, I laughed again. “You know that you licked his cum off my nipples and my face just a little while ago, right? And seemed to enjoy it, and you’ve licked it out of me on several very memorable occasions. What’s the big deal?”
“Well… It’s kinda gay, right?”
Richie and I both lost it, laughing, before Richard said, “Oh yeah, totally gay. Cum straight from the source? You’ll be spoiled for women from that point on, probably start wearing pink and chartreuse, singing show tunes, take a flower arranging class… fuck, you might even buy an EV!”
James shook his head ruefully. “Okay, okay; you’ve made your point.”
But we weren’t done. I said, “You wouldn’t be the first big, macho, totally straight dude that my husband turned gay. He has very powerful, magical cum.”
James laughed. “Fuck you, all right? Okay, I’ll try it.”
Richard touched his shoulder. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, don’t feel pressured into anything. I mean, I’d love it, but the thing is, I’m bi – very bi, and I’m good with that. Rayney is too, as you know, although probably not as strongly as I am. Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t, maybe this is part of finding out, but this doesn’t even have to be that; this can just be fun and pleasure between close friends. Either way, this is a no judgment zone on that score. I mean, you fucked the shit out of my wife and pumped a quart of jizz into her, and we were all cool with that, right?”
I laughed. “Nice, Richie. You do have a way with words. James, would it help if you sat up here on the edge too, and I suck your cock while you suck Richard’s?”
“Rayne, baby, there is not a situation on earth that is not improved by having a beautiful woman suck my cock, so yeah, let’s go with that.”
So that’s what we did. I was still down in the water, stretched up over James’ hip as he leaned over to suck my husband’s cock, enjoying the hell out of having that big, black cock in my mouth and doing all my best tricks; I toyed with his foreskin and his frenulum, slipped the tip of my tongue into his slit, took him as deeply as I could, sucking hard. I fondled and squeezed his beautiful balls and stroked his taint and the thick ridge on the underside of his shaft. He leaked, I licked. He groaned, I moaned.
I looked up at him and said, “When Richie comes in your mouth, you’re going to come too. You’ll love the way it feels, so powerful, the way it pumps and spasms and spurts – and you’ll know you gave him that pleasure. It often makes me come, and I think you will too.”
He didn’t stop sucking, just rolled his eyes at me like I was crazy, but a few minutes later when Richard announced he was going to come (offering James one last off ramp, just in case, as I’d known he would) I felt James’ body tense and his cock swell and harden in my mouth and hand; to his credit, he did not bail. He kept sucking, Richie soon made all the usual grunts and groans that he does for a good orgasm, and about halfway through that, I heard an odd moan from James as Richard jetted into his mouth, so I stroked his taint and then inserted my finger deeply into him, finding the spongy bulb of his prostate.
That was followed almost immediately by a couple of sharp spasms of James’ cock in my mouth, the third of which (along with several that followed) proved productive as he filled my mouth with his creamy treasure. They were unaware of it, but my free hand had been busy beneath the water, and the cock spurting into my mouth coupled with my fingers doing their thing – or, more accurately, my thing – turned it into a very well-orchestrated triple orgasm.
I think James throbbing as he filled my mouth would have done it, but having nimble fingers and a very sensitive clit certainly helped! I was still coming even as the boys wound down, and was barely on the downhill slide when I let James slip free and took two big swallows to gulp down his load, which added to my shudders of pleasure. Their orgasms were amazing – they both said so later, James even admitting how much he’d enjoyed every bit of it – but I’ll always believe mine was best.
We were all pretty beat after that, and, oddly, not even a little bit horny, so we headed for bed. We gave James the choice of the spare bedroom or sharing our king-sized bed – the mattress of which is what started our whole relationship with him, as detailed in my story ‘I Like Big Cocks And I Cannot Lie’ when he delivered it and helped me set it up – and, to no one’s surprise, he chose to sleep with us.
I rather enjoyed that, three naked bodies snuggled together with mine in the middle between the two studs, what a wonderful way to feel warm and protected! There was touching and kissing, but soon we all drifted into a deep, sexually satiated sleep. It wouldn’t have surprised me to have one or the other of them spoon up to my backside during the night and start the play over again. I would have undoubtedly enjoyed it, but we were all very tired, and it’s perfectly fine that we slept straight through, other than a few light touches and half-awake strokes and tickles.
I awoke before either of them and climbed carefully over Richard, who barely stirred, although I did notice his gorgeous morning wood and was momentarily tempted. I let him sleep instead, poor tired boy…
After doing a few of the usual morning bathroom rituals, I slipped into an oversized t-shirt that hung on me and came down to just below my derriere, and went out to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I slipped my mug in and caught a cup while it was still brewing, then replaced the pot and carried my mug out onto the rear deck to enjoy a hot cup and a cool morning and watch our bird feeders.
The small, busy, chittering Pine squirrels and the larger black Abert’s squirrels that we had only started seeing recently, with their tufted ears and proud bearing, were active, and we had quiet Evening Grosbeaks and noisy Stellar’s Jays and bold Clark’s Nutcrackers coming in, scattering the smaller Chickadees, Downy Woodpeckers, and Nuthatches, and I loved watching them interact as I enjoyed my coffee, the cool air pleasant on the bare skin of my legs.
I pulled my heels up onto the chair and gently explored my sensitive sex with my fingers, enjoying the soft, warm, puffy bits and wet folds, and the cum-slipperiness and scent of the two men on me. I wasn’t seeking an orgasm, just enjoying how everything felt.
When I finished my coffee, I went back in and started to clean up the little bit of mess we’d left last night in our eagerness to play instead of do chores, putting the last few dishes in the dishwasher and starting it. I got out the box of Krusteaz orange-cranberry muffin mix (really good, by the way!) that I planned to fix for breakfast, and the muffin tin, before running some hot, soapy water in the sink to do the hand wash/non-dishwasher safe stuff. I was just getting started on them when James walked into the kitchen.
“Good mornin’, sweet cheeks.”
“Right back at’cha, stud.” And he is a stud – which, now, naked and semi-hard, was magnificently apparent. I nodded toward his crotch. “Other than that, what’s up with you so early? I figured I wore you boys out, and you’d sleep half the day away.”
“Nah, thought I’d come on out and see what I could do, maybe put a load in the dishwasher or something.”
I smiled. “Timing – as you can see and hear, I beat you to it. It’s already running.”
He came up behind me and slid his big hand up my leg and beneath the hem of my t-shirt to squeeze my ass. “That, pretty lady, is neither the dishwasher nor the load I was talking about.”
It took me a couple of seconds, but when my little light bulb flashed on, I let out a peal of laughter. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you said that! That’s both hilarious and one of the dirtiest lines I’ve ever heard! Brilliant!”
He was laughing too. “I knew you’d love it. But I was also posing a serious question…”
I smiled at him. “Sounds wonderful – this particular dishwasher would love a nice fresh load in her. I don’t know how Richard would feel about it, though, just you and me…”
“I knew you’d say that too, so I woke him up and asked him.”
“And?”
“And he said that he was sure you would enjoy that very much. He did have one request, however.” He’d come up behind me and now slid both hands up under my shirt so that he could squeeze and fondle my boobs and toy with my hard nipples. He also pressed himself against me, the growing length of his hardening cock pressed into the valley between my cheeks as I ground my ass against him, the hardness of his thick cock and the soft warmth of his balls lighting up electric tingles inside of me.
“I bet I know what it was, coming from my dirty, kinky, sloppy-sex-loving husband.”
He laughed again. “I know, right? But this time, you would be wrong. He said – and I quote, ‘Great, go ahead, but tell that horny wife of mine to try to keep the damn noise down so I can sleep.’ Is that what you were thinking?”
I giggled. “He did not say that!”
“Direct quote, swear to God. So, you think you can do that?”
I leaned forward and rested my forearms on the edge of the counter, thrusting my ass out and presenting myself to him, pussy wet and ready. He began to rub the fat head of his cock between my puffy lips, getting slick in my juices as I said, “No, I think you should get busy putting that big load in the dishwasher, however, and that I’ll be just as noisy as I want to, and then he and I will have a talk.”
“Hmmm, that sounds ominous.” He was driving me crazy, rubbing his cock against me, stroking it across my clit with each forward slide. I think he was ready to be in me – and I was certainly ready, but our angle to each other was less than perfect, and he was sliding over the target rather than being able to push up and enter.
It’s not as though I was open and ready for something his size – I was wet and welcoming, but he’d have to push hard enough directly against my tight opening to force me to stretch open and adapt, after which point I knew my body would conform to his size to accommodate him, and the angle to get past that first tight inch or two was all wrong. I went up on my tiptoes to give him a better shot at me, and he bent his knees and thrust upwards, but just as I started to stretch to slip over him, his cock again slipped past and battered my clit. It felt good, but it was not what I was seeking at that moment!
On his next attempt, I put my fingers against the underside of his cock just behind his head and pushed up… and suddenly he was in! And oh, fuck, was he in! I gasped at the sudden invasion, and he paused when all I really wanted was to feel him slide deep. I moaned, wanting to feel him slam into me, but then, when he began to move forward, he went super slow, just millimeters at a time, and I felt every delicious bit of the stretch, the penetration, the slow, incredible sensation of him filling me with himself ever so gradually, my pussy clinging tightly to every vein and contour of his thick cock, conforming so that my internal sex perfectly molded to his rampant cock.
When he was finally, excruciatingly (in a good way!), sensually all the way in me, and I felt his balls touch the back of my thighs, he thrust up suddenly, jamming into me and almost lifting me off my feet impaled on his cock alone. I came hard!
It wasn’t quiet, and it wasn’t ladylike, and it wasn’t some gentle, warm wave of pleasure washing over me. It was a sudden, violent, unexpected orgasm, and I cried out in pleasure and leaned forward over the counter so that my breasts, small though they may be, hung into the sink, and I told him to, “Fuck me, James, just fucking fuck meee!”
And he did. He seized my hips and began to slam into me, sliding almost all the way out before slamming deeply back in, again and again. It wasn’t lovemaking in any sense of the word; it was serious fucking, sex as a blood sport, hard and almost brutal, each of us demanding all the other had. And it was amazing!
It had been a while since I’d been fucked like that – and since I’d wanted to be fucked like that – but at that moment I wanted it all, every sensation from near-pain to intense pleasure, and I came again, and soon after, again, each one loud and demanding and profane. At some point, I don’t remember exactly when, I reached back between my legs and grabbed his balls and was squeezing them hard enough that it was making him grunt, but he didn’t ask me to stop.
Instead, he spat on my asshole and jammed his thumb deeply into me, and every time I squeezed his boys, he thrust his thumb deeply into my nether regions. For not being much of an anal fan, I did love that particular action, and I came again, and once more shortly after, as I sensed him getting close. When he swore, and I felt his cock leap and flex and begin to pump his thick, creamy load into the “dishwasher,” I came yet again. He held himself deep, fully impaling me, and gushed into the deepest part of my vagina, but even then, I saw some fat, white pearls of cum drip from us onto the floor between my feet.
He remained jammed deep inside of me, his hands on my hips holding me pressed tightly to his groin as his powerful spasms began to slowly ease off, but if he was mostly through his orgasm, I was nowhere near! I continued to shudder and cry out, my back arching as I bucked against him. My fingers flew to my pussy, furiously rubbing my jutting clit, rocking my orgasm to the highest level. I was touching him too, the underside of his cock, slippery with our combined cum, and I could feel it still trying to pump more into me – probably dry spasms, but it still felt incredible.
It seemed to go on and on, and when it did begin to ease, it was only very gradually. That was okay, though, because I was in no hurry for it to end! I’m not sure what it is that a man can’t resist about a woman standing at a counter, or leaning over the sink, or bent over the washer or dryer while doing laundry, but the phenomenon is very real – I’ve been subjected to a sneak assault from the rear on too many occasions to count, and it seems to be universal among men, not just a rare fetish. One hint, though, guys; I think most of us will be far less receptive if bent over a hot stove. That’s just common sense!
I’m not complaining, mind you! I love everything about it, from the hug and his hands sliding around to find my breasts, to the kisses and nuzzles of my neck and ears, to his hot breath on my neck and his hardness pressed to my ass, and when he kicks my feet apart and drives himself up and into me… Well, I’m invariably slick and ready by then, sometimes dripping if the play has gone on for a while, and having him fill me with his hard, rampant manhood is its own reward.
Even, like now, the sound of our cum dripping out and splattering on the floor is just one more nasty, lovely little thrill, and the sensation of it seeping through my fingers to get there is oh so sensual!
I heard him sigh and felt his body relax against me, so I knew he was done and satisfied even as my orgasm continued to work on me. He said, “Holy fuck! Did you come?”
I knew he was trying to be funny, but the best I could manage was a half-laugh, half groan. “God… not yet – how about you?”
“Maybe just a little – and I know you’re lying.”
“Fuck, James, I’m still coming…” Another sweet shudder coursed through me, and my pussy spasmed, gripping him and squeezing out more cum. “Oh, fuck, that was fun!”
He laughed tiredly. “You’re amazing – you do love fucking, don’t you?”
“Among other things, sure. Don’t you?”
“Of course! Just curious; have you ever turned down an opportunity to get laid?”
“Oh, c’mon! I’m sure I have. I mean, I can’t cite a specific example, but…”
He laughed again. “Yeah, I might have figured that.” He began to slowly slide out of me, triggering a long, low moan from me as my fingers slid along the underside of his long, thick, still mostly-hard cock and cum ran out into my hand. When he finally slid out, three things happened almost at once: I moaned at the suddenly hollow feeling, I heard his cock flop down and slap wetly against his thigh, and I clapped my hand over my pussy, pressing hard in an attempt to keep as much of his remaining cum in me as I could.
I turned and kissed him. “Well, that was fun – but since you were absolutely no help with the dishes, you’re cooking breakfast.”
“Me? Cool! I’m actually a great cook.”
“You are a man of many talents – a true Renaissance man – but today it’s easy. Just muffins, and it’s a mix.” I pointed to the box and the muffin tin. “The vegetable oil and the no-stick spray for the pan are in that cabinet over there, the eggs and water are where you’d expect to find them, and the instructions are on the box.”
He picked up the box. “Those look good!”
“They are – get the butter out when you grab the eggs, so it can soften up a little. I have other business to attend to.”
“Lucky Richard!”
I laughed. “We’ll see about that!”
“Y’all want anything with the muffins?”
I grinned. “Sure, surprise us, and dazzle us with your culinary talents – I’ve burned enough calories already today that I can afford it, and plan to burn more later. You can use anything you find in the cabinets or refrigerator, so go crazy.”
I knew I’d have at least a half-hour with prep and baking time, so I disappeared down the hall and crept quietly into our bedroom. Richard was lying on his back, eyes closed, one hand wrapped around his gorgeously engorged cock and slowly stroking as the other fondled his balls. I watched silently for a while, enjoying the show and again, for the millionth time, appreciating my husband’s fit, leanly-muscular body and magnificent, virile, beautiful cock.
He was blissfully unaware of my presence until I crept closer and took my hand – the one that had been pressed to my sex to contain James’ “load” – and smeared a copious quantity of cum across his lips and chin. He startled and jerked back, his eyes opening wide.
“Fuck! I didn’t know you were here!”
“I can see that. Enjoying yourself?”
“Yeah – not as much as you were, though.” He licked his cum-slick lips.
I laughed. “I’m sure! And I’m sorry, was I too noisy? Did I keep you awake?”
“You did, damn it!”
I flicked his rock-hard dick with my finger. “Yeah, I can see how much you hated it.”
He winced. “Well, you know – as long as I was awake anyway…”
“And now you will pay the price for making rude remarks about my noisy orgasms.” I stripped off my t-shirt.
“Oh, he told you about that, huh? That was supposed to be a joke…”
I smothered anything else he had to say by swinging my leg over him and settling myself onto his face, reverse-cowgirl so that I could admire his cock. I pressed my juicy cunt to his lips and began to grind on him, fully aware that I was flooding him with James’ cum. It took only moments before I felt his tongue eagerly exploring everywhere it could reach, a few seconds more for him to wrap his arms over my thighs and pull me more tightly to him, and maybe a half a minute for me to come, his tongue assaulting my creamy and sensitive sex as I stared at his rigid cock, standing tall and throbbing with arousal.
I’m not sure how he breathes in that position – through his ears, perhaps, or maybe his cock works as a snorkel – but he’s never passed out, so I guess he’s figured out something! And I’m usually getting off, so I’ve never had enough presence of mind left to care…
I demanded two more cleanup orgasms (which are ALWAYS special, physically and emotionally) before I moved down and took him into me, his hard cock sliding easily into my used and greasy pussy. I think he made it almost two full minutes before he replaced all of the creamy goodness he’d licked out of me, grunting and thrusting as he emptied himself deep in my body.
When he wilted and slipped out several minutes later, I quickly got up and slipped into a pair of light blue cotton bikini panties to contain the damage. As he groaned and sat up, I went into the bathroom and used a warm washcloth to clean up cum – some from each of my guys, no doubt, that was running down my legs. In the mirror, I could see that the crotch of my panties was already soaked through, the wetness of the cum turning the light blue to navy.
I smiled. I like the souvenir I’m left with after great sex, and I knew it would drive them crazy – and, in case cum-soaked panties weren’t enough, I carefully tucked the wet material into my crease for a perfect little wet cameltoe for their viewing pleasure.
When I came out, Richard was reaching for a pair of sweatpants. “No, hon’, stay naked. James is, so you’ll be overdressed.”
He looked at me. “You’re dressed – and wow, babe!”
“It’s only a pair of panties! And that’s for safety reasons, so that nobody slips in your cum on the floor and falls.”
He laughed. “You’re always so thoughtful. You ready?”
I nodded, and we made our way out to the kitchen. It smelled wonderful, the scent of the muffins mixing with that of bacon and some other unidentifiable rich scents. James was just taking the muffins out of the oven when we arrived, and I watched his eyes roam my body before settling on my wet little cameltoe. He just grinned at me and shook his head.
“Fuck, Rayney…”
“I thought you’d like it.” He nodded, and I went on, “Everything smells delicious – I wasn’t expecting such a great breakfast.”
In addition to the muffins and crispy bacon, he’d made scrambled eggs – but not just ordinary scrambled eggs! These had a beautiful aroma and were colorful, the eggs with swirls of red and orange in them, as well as diced red and green peppers.
When I asked, he said he’d added some chopped peppers and spring onions, as well as the usual salt and pepper, but gotten creative with paprika, a bit of chili powder, and some artisanal cheeses he’d found in the fridge and shredded into the eggs, and as he scraped them from the pan into a bowl, he sprinkled them with Cholula Chipotle Hot sauce.
I poured coffee and orange juice for three, and we dug in – and it was amazing! We chatted and laughed a lot over the meal, complimenting our friend’s culinary talent and reliving the previous evening; Richard cracking up when I told him how James had “loaded the dishwasher.” With only two of the dozen muffins left and everything else totally gone, we all called it quits, cleaned up, and went outside.
We relaxed out on the rear deck in the sun, still naked, soaking up some rays at out 10,000 foot altitude, something the more melanin-deficient among us needed to remain hyper-aware of to limit our exposure. James and Richie made plans to go cut down a couple of big pines at the edge of the meadow, each killed a few years earlier by a pine bark beetle infestation, and cut them up, then split the logs for firewood.
Before they did, we fucked again. As always, there were a lot of juicy details, but I’ll spare you that here; suffice to say, it was wonderful, and I ended up exhausted, cum-slathered, sweaty, and satiated. When they were rejuvenated enough to go outside and work, I went and showered and took a nap.
Later, when they came in sweaty and covered in sawdust, they hopped in the shower – and I joined them, of course, because I’m smart enough to never miss an opportunity. After some more play and a few scattered orgasms among our little threesome, we got out and got dressed. Too tired and lazy to fix dinner, we piled into James’ truck – he is a professional driver, after all – and went up to the historic, 140-year-old Silver Dollar Saloon in Leadville, fifty miles north up Highway 24, instead.
Not only does the Silver Dollar hark back to Leadville’s heyday as a gold and silver mining boomtown, but it also has fantastic food, a great bar, and a gorgeous, sexy, amazing bartender who happens to be our friend and sometimes playmate, Gina.
They were very busy on a mid-summer Saturday evening, so we didn’t get to chat with Gina as much as we’d have liked, but she and James knew each other from meeting at a sort of orgy weekend we’d thrown at our home many months earlier in an attempt to get my brother Tom and his wife, Sherry, out of their boring, sometimes dissatisfying monogamous sex life and open up to a little adventure – I detail that experience in my story, ‘My Brother’s Wife’, if you’re interested.
It worked admirably, thanks to James, Gina, and a couple of our other wild, sex-loving friends, and they’re much happier and more fulfilled in their marriage now, or so they tell us! Anyhow, we did get to talk to Gina enough to invite her up to our place – she said she’d drive up late that night after she got off, and spend Sunday with us – and we eventually headed home, looking forward to seeing her later.
But that will perhaps be a different story someday, because for now, I’m riding home on the broad front seat of a big Ram pickup, a sexy hunk on each side of me and two gorgeous, hard cocks standing tall out of open zippers as I take turns sucking them, seeing which will provide me with a sweet, juicy dessert first. I’ll share, of course…
