The Legendary Mrs. Olsen's Next Day - Sex Stories

The Legendary Mrs. Olsen's Next Day

... divorce, I started dating this girl. She was a slut, but it was what I needed at the moment. She loved sex of any kind, and she knew some people that were into groups. So for a few months I was the guy she brought along to throw into the scrum.” "Sounds like tough duty!” "Oh, it was," Ron laughed. "Well, anyways, we were at a Christmas party one night at somebody’s home, and I bumped into Karen. She was wearing this elf costume, all transparent mesh and bust and we just looked at each other and knew what we wanted and a little while later we were in a room by ourselves. She was really great, almost as good as you are.” "Oh, get along with you," Gayle giggled, but the compliment solidified her nipples. "Well, it turned out that Karen was dating the guy she’d brought - you had to be a couple to attend these parties - but she wasn’t all that excited about him. She dropped him, then we started seeing each other and fell in love, but we never bothered to stop going to those parties.” “Wow." The story had rekindled the pyre, Gayle and Ron resumed kissing and pampering, but it was too soon for Ron to regain what he’d given away, more talk was in order. "So, do you and Ron have an open relationship?” "No, far from it. Oh, I’m pretty sure he’s had some girlfriends over the years, I don’t care. It works best for us if we sweep it under the carpet." "And you, how many boyfriends do you have right now," Ron teased. "I’m not the goodie two shoes you think I am.” "Oh, what do you have to ...

... confess?” And Gayle sensed she was breaking a taboo, but chose to jump the hurdle. Yes, the wine and intimacy loosened her tongue, but she also trusted Ron, and she suddenly, desperately, wanted to tell someone, to brag a bit. "Well, for example, I was sitting at the hotel bar last night, and a guy tried to pick me up. He was with a buddy, and I took both of them back to my room.” "Really!?! Why, Gayle, I never would have suspected it. What happened?” She gladly told the tale, leaving enough out that Ron’s imagination flourished. It was as if two girlfriends were talking, and the one kept saying, 'More. I want details, girl.’ When she’d wound down, told Ron how the score had been tied, he said, "Well, that’s a surprise, at least a little one.” "What, you didn’t think I was a girl scout?" Gayle teased. "Never," he jeered. "I just didn’t know how wicked you were. And now I do.” "Just a little bit," she teased. The tale had it’s effect, with a bit of help from Gayle’s moist mouth Ron was rigid again, and Gayle climbed on top of. As they rocked, Gayle begged, "What’s a normal night for you guys like when you’re out?” "There’s a club up in Emmaus," he began. The tales of couples meeting and choosing to swap was stirring to Gayle, as she envisioned strangers interested in nothing but pleasure Ron used the emotion to pluck an earlobe, suck a finger, clutch a breast and tickle the nipple and used his thumb to irritate her clitoris; the sound of her orgasm filled the air. The stories ...