Sorry this is so long…. For the next two weeks or so we continued fucking two or three times a day. She would come home from work and tell how many times she got fucked during the day. She would be extra horny if she got fucked late in the afternoon right before she came home. Her supervisor and her supervisor’s boss would not worry about making her cum. They only cared that they dumped their load in her. During the two weeks she would ask me if I knew where we were going to go so I could watch her rub a dick. I would ask her if she was going to make him cum. She would just smile and say maybe, but that would me up to the dick. She would always refer to the “dick”, not the guy or the man, just the “dick”. I thought about where we would got for the deed. I did not really want to take her to any club or bar where they knew us. After listening to her stories, I was afraid it might get out of hand and we could never go back. I was also kind of worried no matter where we went if it got out of hand we would get in trouble. But I was going to figure it out. First I thought we could go out of town to another city. Maybe Galveston, Austin, San Antonio, or Dallas. But that made things more complicated and the anticipation would kill me. Driving for four or five hours and then not really knowing where to go once we got there. I kept trying to think of a special place. Looking back on it, I was over thinking it. Then one day on the way home from work and sitting in stop & go traffic on …
Lingerie, Louise, and Kim.
The lingerie ladies show was soon to start. The women's club were certain particularly beautiful women that had trysts during the times their well to do husbands "played poker". The poker game was a front for the men in the swingers club known for thier proclivity to let us just say, well dress up in a manner in which the women were aware and as the women club were of a lesbian encounter group, and the men of a cross dressing, lingerie wearing transvestite group, the whole of all in the exclusive swingers club was that of a open secret The women got together that night to have some chit chat, champange, and wear thier latest in demure tasteful expensive lingerie, terribly expensive firs, high heels, and other finery. Usually starting out about the latest gossipy stories while playing bridge. "Did you see the new boutique at the mall, Louise exclaimed with enthusiastic fervor. The high heels were to die for! Oh yes, another noted. The salesgirl their I'm told is quite the looker, she was very helpful helping me get into a sexy little nighty, quite helpful…..Oh really, Louise asked with a thrill in hersexy voice. I know the one you mean, she's really, oh let's just say, very handy! The girl's all had a giggle knowing now where they could have fun with a newbie lesbian who loved older experienced lesbians. And where to find some ultra sexy lingerie as well. They ( the hot women ) giggled some more as a pop was heard from a freshly opened Monet bottle of French champagne. "I …