The following story is true, more or less. Names have been changed to protect the guilty…
What a day! The Statue of Liberty, Twin Towers, the Empire State Building, we really played the tourists that day. Well, why not? We seldom get time to really take a vacation, so we make the best of it when we can. We were up to see Missy’s parents in New Jersey for the week, so we decided to spend a day in New York City. It was a beautiful day, early spring in the year 2000, mid-seventies and sunny.
I’m a southern guy, born and raised in the hills of Tennessee, and while I have no interest in living in any kind of big city, I love to travel and see new places. New York City is certainly very different from where I grew up, but then, it’s not like any where else on earth. Culture, art, theater, academia and music vie with violence, poverty, wealth, sex, drugs and every form of human condition imaginable. Not that New York has a monopoly on these things, it just has more of them.
Anyway, we were enjoying the nice day and decided to take a break from walking. Coming down from Times Square, we crossed 42nd Street and saw Bryant Park. Perfect! There were chairs and tables scattered all around the park, people catching some rays, a relaxing looking spot. We grabbed a couple drinks from a street vendor and found some unoccupied chairs under a tree.
Missy smiled as I reached over and took her hand. Although we had been married almost ten years, we still held hands and generally acted as if we had been married only a short time. The only way to keep the spice in your love life is to pay attention to the little things and have fun doing it. She was very tall and very curvy, with long blonde hair, green eyes and quick to smile. We have a lot in common, both of us being artists, with enough differences to keep it interesting. We are best friends, lovers, soul mates. Corny, maybe.
Out in the middle of the park, kids played and adults sat on blankets and chairs. Over to the side, men huddled at small tables, concentrating on chess games. A portrait artist plied his trade nearby. Business men and women strolled in the park, perhaps taking a respite from being cooped up in the office. It was a peaceful, almost pastoral scene, surrounded by tall skyscrapers and the hustle of the city that never sleeps.
Something, however seemed out of place…there, about twenty feet from where we sat, a young man leaned against a tree. He was dressed warmly for the weather, in a hooded sweatshirt, and seemed to be staring intently at a woman nearby. I glanced at the object of his attention and saw she was quite striking. She stood a couple inches over five feet, had luxurious red hair and blue eyes. She had on a smart business suit with matching skirt and jacket that failed to hide her ample bosom and shapely rear. The lady seemed to be lost in thought, unaware of her surroundings. Suddenly, I realized the man wasn’t interested in the lady, but in the purse hanging loosely off her shoulder.
I stood up, but he had already began to move. The punk ran past the redhead, deftly snatching the purse as he went. The rest happened in a blur. Probably not expecting interference, he didn’t notice my leg sweep out until it was too late. My right leg caught his legs just below his knees, momentum causing his upper body to shoot forward while both feet left the ground. He did a swan dive onto the sidewalk, the purse flying out of his hand. Not giving him a chance to reach for a weapon, I knelt on his back, grabbed his hair and gave him a quick jab to the temple. Already dazed from the face plant on the concrete, he went out like a light. I am a very peaceful man by nature, but I was plagued by bullies from an early age and had to learn martial arts for self-defense. A few years in the military added some additional skills.
Looking around, I saw my wife had rushed to the redhead’s side to make sure she was okay. I picked up her purse and walked over to them. People were starting to gather, staring. The lady seemed to be holding up very well.
“Come on,” I said, “let’s get out of here. I have no interest in being questioned by the police all afternoon. Here is your purse, miss, if you are all right we will be going.”
“Wait, don’t leave before I have had a chance to thank you,” she said. “That punk will be out on the street tomorrow, so I’m not waiting around to press charges.” She giggled, “I think that lump you put on his head will be punishment enough. My car is in a parking garage nearby, let me at least make you both dinner.”
“That’s not necessary,” I replied, “but you can give us a ride to Grand Central Station if you don’t mind. We have to catch the train back to New Jersey tonight.”
“Sure, come on,” she smiled.
On the way to the parking garage, we made our introductions. Her name was Sue and she worked in the city and lived on Long Island. When I told her I was from the south, she smiled and said she didn’t think I had a New Jersey accent. She was surprised Missy was from New Jersey, but she had lost her New Jersey accent long ago. Sometimes I thought she sounded more southern than I did. As we pulled out of the parking garage, onto the street, Sue looked at us in the rear view mirror.
“Look,” she said, “I realize we don’t really know each other that well, but what you did was very nice. If you let me make you dinner at my apartment, you can still take a later train to New Jersey and not have to worry about eating out somewhere. I have a roast in the crock pot, so it won’t take very long. What do you say?”
I looked at Missy and she smiled mischievously. “Why not, George? A dinner for the hero!”
“Yeah, yeah,” I replied, “no respect, I tell ya.”
Sue laughed, “Then it’s settled. Dinner for three at my place.”
Sue laughed, “Then it’s settled. Dinner for three at my place.”
That evening turned out to be the highlight of the trip. Dinner was wonderful and Sue was a very sexy hostess. Sometimes you meet people who you seem to already know, and this was just such an instance. My wife and I have very few close friends, mainly due to time constraints, but I could tell Sue was becoming one of them. We talked and laughed and after dinner we took our drinks to the den. Sue sat on the end of the short couch and Missy sat on the other side, so I squeezed in between. Very cozy and intimate.
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Sitting there between two sexy females, my mind began to wander, imagining all three of us rolling around naked! I have a very active imagination; and sometimes a very naughty one! By the smile on Missy’s face, I knew she could tell what I was thinking. We discuss our sexual fantasies with each other openly, and we have found that leads to extreme closeness. Being in a threesome is a fantasy we both share, although we have never acted on it. Maybe because we hadn’t found the right person, maybe because it is more than a little scary. Neither of us would ever cheat on the other, so where does a threesome fit in to a happy marriage? We were about to find out.
Feminine warmth against both my legs was more than my penis could take lying down! It sprang to life, straining against the fabric of my pants. Missy noticed Sue glancing at the bulge, and very gently took Sue’s hand and placed it on my lap. Sue gasped, but didn’t take her hand away. For which I was grateful! Instead she smiled, then gently squeezed, causing my penis to grow even more. I put my arm around Sue’s shoulders and our lips met for the first time. She tasted sweet, and warm. Our tongues met, tentative at first, then liking what they saw, they intertwined around each other, like two lovers dancing, becoming deep and passionate.
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Breathless, we parted and I placed my lips on Missy’s, finding her mouth hot and wanting. Then she kissed Sue, softly at first, while I ran my hands down their backs, enjoying the feeling of two passionate women in my arms. They parted, then we began undressing each other, taking our time, relishing each moment. Working together, they unbuttoned my shirt, hands soft on my chest. While Sue dropped my shirt on the floor, Missy loosened my belt and pulled my pants over my hips and off my legs, exposing dark cotton bikini underwear. Which were presently being stretched to their limit!
Sue took off her jacket and raised her hands. We eased her silk blouse over her head, revealing a lace bra filled with delight. She then leaned back, putting her sexy legs in my lap. Taking each leg in hand, I undid the straps on her high heels and Missy slid them off her feet. While she gently kissed her ankles, I slid my hands under Sue’s skirt and grasped the top of her stockings, exposing her legs inch by inch. As the stockings came off her legs, I followed them with little kisses all the way down, meeting Missy at the ankles.
Sue swung her legs to the floor and stood up. I undid a little zipper on the side and Missy pulled her skirt to the floor. She had on panties to match the bra. Sue then undid the buttons on Missy’s shirt and let it fall to the floor. I could see Missy’s nipples pressing against her bra, and Sue, being a full eight inches shorter than Missy was at the right height for a nibble. This caused her nipples to get even harder. Sue unbuttoned Missy’s shorts and placed her hands on her curvy hips, bringing off panties and all in one sweep. The bra came off next, revealing her full breasts, nipples red and erect.
Sue took one and I took the other, nibbling and sucking, eliciting little moans from Missy. I worked my way down her stomach, burying my face in her moist pussy. She shuddered as I licked her clit while Sue sucked on her nipple. I felt Sue’s hip brush my shoulder, so I turned, and pulling aside her panties, I put my already wet tongue between her hot lips, thrusting my tongue in and out. I heard her moan as she licked Missy’s breasts like a kitten. I loved the taste of pussy and two is twice as good!
Sue tossed her panties in the corner, followed by her bra. She had beautiful breasts, large on her small frame. Both women were clean shaven, allowing easy access! Sue looked at my underwear.
“I think someone has on too many clothes,” she said mischievously.
They both kneeled down and pulled my shorts over my bulging erection. They followed the panties and bra to the corner. Starting at the base, both licked along the side to the tip, then Sue took my cock in her mouth while Missy licked under my balls. Sue slowly moved up and down the shaft, licking around the rim.
They both kneeled down and pulled my shorts over my bulging erection. They followed the panties and bra to the corner. Starting at the base, both licked along the side to the tip, then Sue took my cock in her mouth while Missy licked under my balls. Sue slowly moved up and down the shaft, licking around the rim.
I leaned back on the sofa, with Sue on her hands and knees, rump stuck up in the air. Missy moved around behind her and thrust her tongue in Sue’s pussy, while Sue devoured my throbbing penis. After a few minutes of this, Sue began to moan, getting close to orgasm. I had been close since we started! Missy’s tongue darted in and out, faster and faster, Sue moaning around my cock, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. Suddenly, Sue shook with orgasm, taking my cock deeper in her mouth. The wave I had been holding back burst forth, splashing the back of her throat. She came up for air, grasping the base of my penis with her hand, and I shot cum all over her face and down her chest. As she stopped shuddering, she placed her soft tongue back on my penis and licked it clean.
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Still on their knees, Missy gently took Sue’s face in her hands and licked all my cum from Sue’s face and tits, then slowly trailed her dripping tongue up her neck and into Sue’s hungry mouth. As I watched them passionately kiss and lusted after their naked bodies on the floor in front of me, I was thinking I sure could get used to this.
Standing up, Sue beckoned for us to follow her. We went through an adjacent door to the bedroom. Sue pulled back the covers on the queen bed and we lay down together. We lay there caressing each other for a few moments, then Sue crawled between Missy’s legs and began licking her swollen lips. Sue’s tongue twirled around her clit, then eased into her dripping pussy. I nibbled on Missy’s tit, watching Sue’s tongue dart in and out. The sight of a sexy woman licking my wife’s pussy was enough to restart my engine!
I moved around behind Sue, and taking her gorgeous ass in my hands, I very slowly eased my new erection into her warm pussy. She made a purring sound as I took my time, feeling her muscles contract around me. I could see her large tits hanging down, so I reached around and took one in my hand. My other hand rested on her ass, my dick moving in and out, pausing around the outside, teasing, then thrusting back into the wet warmth.
Missy lay with legs spread wide, eyes closed, obviously enjoying the attention. She made little whimpering sounds, as Sue’s tongue did it’s magic. My slow thrusting was getting faster, as was all our breathing. The whimpering sounds were getting louder when Sue raised her head and gasped,
“Oh, George, fuck me hard!”
“Oh, George, fuck me hard!”
I was happy to oblige. I slapped her on the ass and began riding her like a bronco. As I thrust back and forth, her juices dripped onto the bed. Missy’s whimpering became louder, Sue began to moan, and I could feel the climax building in all of us. Missy went first, whimper turning into a scream, her body shuddering. Sue was next, burying her face in Missy’s stomach as she bucked and rocked against my engorged cock. Which in turn grew even harder, then released another blast, this time deep inside Sue’s throbbing pussy. I held there for a minute, feeling her hot folds quiver around my slowly dwindling erection.
We collapsed in a heap, holding each other close as our breathing slowed and we came down off that wonderful, sexy plateau of lovemaking. We grinned at each other, a little sheepishly, but not embarrassed, as the experience we had just had was beautiful. Sue invited us to spend the night, so we all took a shower together, gently washing each other, then went to bed. Not that we got much sleep that night!
We do go to New Jersey once or twice a year. And sometimes we call up our good friend Sue. After all, Missy’s parents can do with a couple of nights alone with the grandkids… – Tom Larkin
