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“Bull shit! You cheated. No fair faking an orgasm.”

Seems the ladies had a bet.

“I’ve never faked an orgasm. Since I met Dick anyway…..”

“Time to switch. This I gotta see. I’m used to near perfection, with Frank. We’ll see who is best.”

The ladies have become fast friends, so the competition is merely part of their game.

Frank has the advantage because she is still tingling from her first orgasm. And since a little variety in one’s pussy licking can increase the joy, Jane is soon off to the races again. Doesn’t hurt Kathy’s feelings, because she is doing the one track mind thing as her world shrinks down to her pussy, and only her pussy. She enjoys Dick’s version too. So we are soon witness to near simultaneous explosions.

And since no one has any reason to stop, the guys keep on licking and pressing, and tickling, and pleasing….and the ladies continue to enjoy mind blowing pleasure.

The guys lay them out on lounge chairs, and invest some time in soothing and fondling and stroking hair. Slowly their ladies’ eyes come back into focus, and the silly smiles show up. Moments later, women’s hands are fondling men’s cocks. And the ladies stand while the men are lying on the chairs. By mutual agreement, Jane begins to suck on Frank’s cock, and Kathy goes down on Dick’s dick.

Again, a strange mouth on a man’s cock imparts new and flavorful pleasures. They take the men to the very edge, and then stop, for they have immediate plans for those cocks. The men aren’t fussy, but the ladies have already selected their preferred cocks for the evening, or at least it is some place to start.

So Jane picks the edge of the picnic table to provide easy access for Frank’s cock, and Kathy wishes to bend over the back of that chair, so Dick enters from behind. Nature allows for multiple positions, and several are tried out before a favorite is selected for prolonged enjoyment. And by mutual agreement the guys will finish inside, which they do, and all celebrate.

Moving to the queen bed in the spare bedroom, a group hug and fondle celebration for an hour or so allows for a recharge. Frank has a pillow propped up against the headboard, and Jane has positioned herself lying against his chest and between his legs. Frank has a hand for each breast, for gentle caress, nipple tickle, some more aggressive mashing, all condoned by Jane.

Meanwhile, Kathy rolls over and in between Jane’s legs, because she knows how to lick pussy. She is busy there when Dick realizes he can access her pussy for a bit more slow relaxing cock dipping. Jane is having more orgasms, and Kathy is having more orgasms, and Dick is shooting his wad into Kathy, and Frank is feeling like the designated driver.

But fear not. When the two ladies recover enough to attend to Frank, he gets the two headed cock sucking monster, and then the two ladies taking turns using him for the cow girl’s horse, with a cock in them so they don’t get thrown off. Frank figures good things happen to those who wait.

Late in the evening, a final pair of quickies as the original couples have one last crack at each other.

Then it is hugs and kisses as Frank and Kathy head for home. They promise to get together again, soon.

Frank’s employment contract requires all employees to spend at least three days a month physically in attendance in the main office. Frank has a cubical with his name on it, specifically for his time in the building. The rest of his time, as long as he is in contact with the office via the net, he can be anywhere. They own his brain, but not his body.

So Tuesday he checks in with his immediate supervisor and sticks his butt in a company chair. And unlike when he works from home, he is showered, shaved and presentable. Which works out this day, because his supervisor needs him to take a prospective client to lunch, and promote the company as the state of the art instrument that it is. Instead of bean counters, they have sent over a geek to talk with one of our geeks. So Frank will arrive at the Gray Flamingo at noon for lunch with a guy named Seal Collins. So instead of Zoom, an actual skin to skin contact hand shake hopefully will take place.

Geeks have subtle differences from, uh, all the rest of people on earth. Frank walks into the restaurant ten minutes early, which is one of two geek options, the other being 20 minutes late. Seal is a number two. So Frank has been on his I-phone for a half hour, and this doesn’t even register with him. So in the Gray Flamingo, a woman in an uncomfortable gray business suit with slacks stands next to a booth in front of another obviously uncomfortable geek.

“Hi, I’m Celeste Collins, but please call me Seal.”

“Oh, you’re not a guy. I was misinformed.”

“I don’t even pretend to be a guy.”

“I apologize. I wondered if I was meeting an embossed wax seal on an envelope or an aquatic mammal. This is much better. I’m Frank.”

Seal is as cute as a button, tiny but with wild eyes, a bright smile, and green streaks in her long straight black hair. No visible chains or body art. And she is sharp as a tack.

“Thanks, I guess. And I don’t have any pronouns or any other useless shit.”

“Good.”

They talk as they eat, human intelligence discussing artificial intelligence, and joking about the people who ‘know’ that the only thing Orwell got wrong was the date. because maybe the worst possible outcome won’t happen, and the geeks may actually improve the world.

The meal is good, and neither notices it, but they hang on every word spoken over lunch. They burn an hour. She doesn’t own a watch, but there is a clock over the door. She asks, “Do you need to get back to your office?”

“I don’t know.”

“Good, let’s walk.”

Two blocks away they find a bench in an urban park. They have been talking about stuff other than computers. Seal surprises him.

“I’ve seen you before, so to speak.”

“Oh!”

“We were on the Mediterranean Goddess last summer. I spoke with your wife. I had met that gigolo Enrico a couple of days earlier, and swallowed his line, or should I say hook line and sinker. And he got me into his room, and I admit he fucked my brains out, but he is a lying sack of shit. I tried to warn her about him, but it was kinda clear that she was not going to listen. Enrico is, shall we say, effective with women. Anyway, when he took her to the aft deck, I saw you follow. I saw as Enrico worked his magic on your wife. You did not seem upset. I looked at you, up and down. I missed not one thing. I do that sometimes.”

She smiled at him, and it was a different smile than earlier.

“You looked pretty good naked.”

“I saw you too, but I was preoccupied. Hope you don’t mind, but you looked pretty good in your skin also. But I confess, I didn’t make it up to your face, so I didn’t recognize you today. Maybe if you were naked…..”

“That can be arranged.”

That put a pause into the conversation. Frank looks down on Seal’s ring.

“My husband and I have an agreement. That’s how I ended up in Enrico’s cabin. We don’t sneak around. We enjoy ourselves right out in the open. Like now….”

“Funny, so do we. Kathy and I decided after that cruise….”

“That gives me an idea…”

“I think I like your idea.”

“Where are you parked?”

Frank points to a side street over there.

“I’m in a white Mercedes. I’ll drive past. Follow me.”

A suite in a five star hotel, 14th floor, view to the mountains, in theory. The computer life apparently still pays well. Room service delivers the champagne moments after Frank and Seal enter the room. He deals with the wine while she hangs up her suit jacket.

“I hate this damn thing.”

Frank looks at it hanging in the open closet.

“Why don’t you just take it off?”

“Funny”

“Why don’t YOU take off your shirt. My room, my rules.

Seal smiles as she says it. She shakes off her shoes. Frank loses the shirt. She watches, and then runs her hands over his nipples.

“Ugh, I hate these shoes. They are fucking ridiculous. Oh! Nice tits!”

“So, are you wearing any other ridiculous things?”

“Probably.”

Bending over, Seal kneels and then tugs off Frank’s shoes. And socks. Looking up at him, she smiles again. She adds, “Oh sorry, I forgot to do this first.”

Her fingers flash up and the last three blouse buttons go free. She pulls the two sides of her blouse out.

“There, isn’t this better?”

“Much”

No bra. Nothing left to the imagination. Her nipples are erect. He comments on them.

“Hey, I recognize those.”

Frank’s turn to smile.

She stands right in front of him. Light kiss on the lips, breasts dragged across his bare chest.

“Hey, I thought you were getting my champagne!”

“Sorry, distracted. By the way, thanks. For the view. You are fabulous!”

He turns to pick up two flutes. Turns back to a splendid sight. The blouse is gone. The breasts are happy to be free.

“Your wine.”

Frees one hand.

“Mind if I….”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t”

A perfect hand full, with nipple pressing into his palm.

She shudders. As in sensitive. My favorite dish. Leans in to kiss the other breast. A more pronounced shudder. Eyes close for a moment. The more sensitive side.

“So the left one is the good one.”

“I like the way you discovered that.”

“Let me know if you grow tired of this.”

Fondle one, suck on the other, reverse…repeat as necessary. Seal may be small but she is tough. But Frank finally brings her to the melt stage and before she soaks through the cracks in the floor, he picks her up in his arms. Any reservations she may have had are like Geronimo….they have left the reservation.

“Bedroom?”

“Good idea.”

“Clothes off?”

“Better idea. By the way, I didn’t ask you to stop.”

“I haven’t stopped.”

“You’re hired.”

Frank lays her on the bed, on her back. Her pants are a tight fit, but perseverance will out. She giggles when he lifts her ass off the bed tugging one leg at a time. The thong comes with, so she is left with only her smile. Seal’s legs land somewhat immodestly. Could be the plan. Perhaps it is her plan. Frank is licking his lips.

“More wine.”

“Si Señora”

When Frank returns with two flutes, he is naked. Somehow he lost his pants. Seal notices. She is leering at him.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I remember. I approve.”

Frank hands her a flute of champagne and sets his aside. He is openly sizing up her pussy.

“You look good enough to eat.”

“Are you asking?”

“No, I’m begging.”

“Oh poor baby.”

He begins at her lips. No, not those….the ones on her face. Long wet firm demanding kisses. She groans.

“You bastard! You don’t give a girl a chance.”

Sucking on neck while fondling breasts, then sucking on breasts again. He did promise after all. She trembles and her breathing grows louder, more incessant. Her belly muscles tremor. Frank’s fingers trace down to almost satisfy her pussy, but he forces her to wait. You bastard. Seal grabs his cock, presumably trying to convince him to put it to use. But no, he has plans. By the time he finishes with her breasts, she is muttering incoherently. So, on to the other end.

Frank picks up a foot. She looks like the toe kissing type….Yep. Maybe she suspects he will soon head north, because her legs move further apart. You are welcome in at any time. Frank is enjoying the view.

Eight well trimmed fingernails, four on a side, touching the skin of her inner thighs, light like a butterfly landing, ever so slowly tip toe up the soft warm skin of her inner thighs. Stop millimeters from her relief zone. This is pure torture. So repeat. Her belly is really twitching now, as are her leg muscles. Frank watches as she squeezes her pussy shut only to let it ease open. It may be begging.

More butterfly kisses, delivered by the moist fingertips dancing over her pussy lips like spider legs. Yes, he is a devil. She tries so hard to catch him with her pussy but he is too evil. The very tip of her clit pokes out. One finger uses her own lube painted on her clit to begin the next pathway to rapture. Her clit has a direct line to her orgasm storage. Let’s open it.

Frank doesn’t down play quantity orgasms, as he has passed out many of them, but when there is time and good intention, he prefers to donate quality orgasms, the ones you can draw out for minutes, or on special occasions, hours. A slightly lower temperature, these can be maintained with clever tongue work or gentle fingertips or constrained cock play. It’s more like a ground fire than a crown fire in a windstorm.

So Frank guides her to one good orgasm, and then as she slowly slides back down, rather than let her rest, he keeps her going on simmer, like grandma used to do with her cream soups. Don’t let her burn and just keep up a gentle stirring.

Frank settles in and substitutes his tongue for his finger. Seal goes from old AM radio to a good stereo surround sound, with this. Her pleasure levels rise and improve, but stay under control. So the neighbors don’t complain.

Seal lacks both the energy and the motivation to stop Frank. She is helpless before the pleasure. At some point anyone would need to stop, so Frank strokes his cock into working mode, and slips it into Seal. Her mouth does the OH thing, and he settles into a nice rhythm that has her tits swinging in unison. Strange noises erupt from her mouth. The neighbors soon will need to turn up the volume on the TV, or instead get motivated and head to bed themselves.

Frank obsessively watches those tits moving, which is motivating him, and of course his cock has its own needs, so he raises his efforts until his own enjoyment boils over, and when he is done the stove will be in need of a cleaning. Or is that the bed?

Frank has his pants on. Seal donned a bath robe, without the belt, so all her good stuff is still on display. Normally this view would provoke Frank to jump her bones, but she still has not re-grown all her bones. So both are safe. She walks over and lays a sloppy kiss and a still trembling weak hug on Frank. She has soft eyes for him. She is shaking her head.

“What?”

“Frank, if your company uses you to market their product they will soon rule the world. You have sure sold me. Yes, have your people contact my people and we will get a contract signed. You sir, are dangerous. You could be habit forming. So this will be it between us. I hate the notion that I can’t do this with you every day, but I draw the line here, before addiction sets in. Thank you for an unforgettable afternoon. And if you start getting anonymous calls from young women, it’s only because I have a big mouth.

Oh, for the record. What are you doing this time next year? I think I will have an afternoon off about then.

And Frank goes home to make love with his wife.

Kathy never tried to save the world, but she had several friends when growing up whose families relied on donated food, so she does two afternoons a month at the food bank. Sorting and boxing donated food, censoring the grossly outdated and spoiled packages, she does her part. Usually standing by her side is a young man named Jake who is killing time before he reports for boot camp. Eighteen years old, he is trying to do the right things and stay out of trouble. Gotta give him props for that.

Kathy likes talking with Jake, and he is a cutie.They used to talk about his girlfriend, but that relationship kinda fell apart when he decided to enlist in the Marine Corps. His father is a Marine. Once a Marine always a Marine. And his father before him…. But Jake had taken himself off her list with his choice. And how do you explain this to a young heart broken man who has been dumped for doing the right thing. As least…..without pointing out that he will be better off. Doesn’t feel like that to him right now.

“I feel like I will never have another girlfriend. I can’t believe I’m not good enough for her.”

Kathy just smiles at him. This guy will do fine, and someday he will have forgotten all about that girl. But ya can’t address an emotional crisis with a logical answer. So she just listens.

Until…. Jake starts to tear himself down. He is not going to college, so he will always be a bum. Girls don’t like him. He is not good looking or rich, doesn’t drive an electric car, and his politics are all wrong. The girl that dumped him……

“Wait just a darn minute. Is this girl going to college?”

“Yeah. Her folks have gobs of money.”

“What is she going to study?”

“Uh, Something called late 13th century Eastern philosophy and women’s studies, I think.”

“So, she wants a “do you want fries with that” degree?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“So, she will marry for money and pass up on a great guy like you… Some day she will realize that she can’t snuggle up to a guy ya love when she chose money instead. And some day, when she is no longer young and hot, she will have nothing to sell. Selling herself this way is not a whole lot different than selling herself down on Third Street. And you will be a Marine, a decent guy, and work a trade, and make a good living. She’s too young to be making any decisions if this is how she thinks.”

“Kathy, you are great, You are smart and pretty and a decent person.”

And he blushes. And he spurts out….

“And you are so hot. I’m not. Any guy would want you.”

“Are you saying you want me? Do you want to have sex with me Jake?”

“Gosh, I’m sorry. I just blurted that out”

“Well, if you do, maybe you should ask. I just might just say yes.”

Kathy leans over, places one hand on the side of his face, and then plants a soft, but long kiss on his mouth. Then, with a soft voice she repeats, “maybe you should ask.”

Jake’s apartment is small and appropriately cluttered for an 18 year old single male. Doesn’t smell too badly. He kicks a crumpled jockey short under the bed, and takes the game controller off the bed. Were it not for the little table and two chairs crowded in next to the small range, the bed would be the sum total of furniture.

Jake holds the door for Kathy, and then turns to close it. Turning back, and Kathy is right in his face. She wraps both arms around his neck and pulls him in for a serious kiss, deep warm wet firm and persistent. Her body is tight against him, and he feels her breasts pressing against him, as does she. She lets loose the soft moan. Her hand at his lower back pushes their lower bodies together. Both like that too.

Still at the door, Kathy backs up just enough to jerk her tank top up and over her head and in a continuous motion, unhooks and sheds her bra. She stands there, arms by her side, giving him the view. A beautiful blonde blue eyed lady naked from the waist up. With a pony tail…..

“Holy shit!”

Jake stands there staring, mouth open, panting like a hot dog. Kathy smiles.

“Go ahead Jake. These are for you….”

Shaking hands reach out for her breasts. One touch and as if electrified his hands snap back. Seems his ex-girlfriend had not presented anything nearly as exciting as these. Of course, he recovers quickly, and his hands softly press on breasts, fingers discover nipples, lips remember how to suck. He does not resist when Kathy pulls his face into this treasure and tries to suffocate him. What a way to die. Jake clearly would leave his face enveloped by these tits for life.

But Kathy has other plans for him. First, he needs more kisses. Check. Now look, this shirt has got to go. Kathy is working the buttons while Jake is still loving on her breasts. She shrugs the shirt off his shoulders, and he shakes off the rest. While his arms are still behind him, Kathy is licking his nipples. I don’t believe he has ever felt this sensation. He will remember it.

Kathy takes his hand and leads him to the bed. Oh my gawd!! She is really gonna do this. A gentle shove and he is sitting on the edge of the bed. Another shove and he lays back. Kathy’s hands go to his belt as she is kissing his belly. Then the button, and finally a zipper. One hand on each cuff and the tugging begins. Lift those legs. Time to laugh. and giggle. Thump, bare legs hit the mattress. The jockeys went with. Jake is now pleasantly naked. And yeah, his cock is on full alert.

Kathy stands next to the bed, directly in front of Jake, and she is stripping down her jeans. Bends over as required, breasts dangling in front of her pussy as it emerges. Freed of all clothing, Kathy stands directly in front of Jake. Enjoy the show.

Kathy places one knee on the mattress next to Jake, and climbs above him, straddling him with a leg on each side. She drags herself over his erection as it lays across his belly. Kissing time again as she rocks up and back along his body. Jake is groaning. Let’s slide down the length of him, dragging our breasts along his chest, and then lower. Warm moist lips engage his cock. A slow exploration first but soon more effective sucking and pressures. Talented tongue. Jake is going to cum….

“Let’s stop now, for just a bit. Trust me, you don’t want to cum just yet.”

The girl that dumped him never did that! She was always happy just to get it over with. A bit disappointed, Jake lays there whilst Kathy rubs her hands all over him, except for his confused cock. She is close enough to him, near full body naked contact, she sees that he is distracted by her tits. So she moves up enough to make a nipple available. Breasts are of course wired for sucking, and she enjoys this just as well. What is that sound?

“Tick Tok, Tick Tok, Tick Tok”

Kathy ignores it. Must be a clock somewhere in the room. She waits for Jake to cool a little, and then she separates from him to plop down on her back, with her legs spread, and he is thinking time to get fucked, and she instead redirects him into the art of oral sex applied to a woman. She gives him a few beginner’s exercises. Jake catches on quickly. Her pleasure grows with his experience. Kathy is primed too, so she reaches a conclusion quickly. Since is not the time for him to stop, she sees to it that he learns this lesson too. Kathy shortly is quite content. “OK young man. That time you have been waiting for has arrived. Put your cock in me.”

Jake does a passable job for a relative beginner, slowing when she won’t let him cum, and this extends his fun time. He will remember this lesson, too. At the end, he is truly grateful. Later that night he realizes that he is ready for boot camp and to let go of one bad choice girl.

Kathy rushes home to Frank, and he recognizes by her passion that she has had an adventure that afternoon. He simply relaxes and thoroughly enjoys making love with his wife.

Holding each other in the after glow of making love, Kathy looks over to Frank.

“Remember how we agreed that we would allow ourselves the freedom of discovery about sex with other people? How it is just sex and we so much love making love together?”

“Yes”

“I’ve learned enough. It is just sex. How are you doing?”

“I had a bunch of fun, but I like you better.”

“Frank……. You are all I need. I want to have a baby, with you…..”

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