Bombshell in the Berkshires - Sex Stories

Bombshell in the Berkshires

... pleasure had been as obvious as the pile of semen we needed to clean up on his furry belly.

Her eyes had a brightness I recognized. Her arousal was in full flower.

"Thank you both for what you've done this evening. I've learned a thing or two."

Roger and I both looked at each other. Then, almost in synchronized moments, we looked at each other's sloppy, limp cocks. Roger almost laughed.

Barb smiled. A sweet smile. Made me feel good.

"I liked how you guys both attended to each other. I know it's not love. You've said that and I believe you. But it was care."

She paused and took a deep breath. "You've each claimed you can do twice in a session. Here's your chance." The look she sent me basically was saying, "but not usually with me."

"Clay, I'm going to bed."

She turned her head to Roger. "You too, if you want."

Roger's face was a cement mixer of emotions. Surprise, sure. Then worry. Indecision. Paralysis. I was taken aback myself. I had never considered this possibility.

The room was filled with a dense silence as each of us played with the notion in front of us.

Barb looked less undone than Roger and I, but of course, it was her idea. It was then that I noticed the elastic hair tie she'd put around her left wrist. Usually, if her hair was loose, the tie would be present on her wrist for only one reason. Her hair was loose now, wavy and mostly darkish in our softly lit living room. A little quiver of excitement coursed through my body.

I ...

... wanted to shake my head to clear the decks. It was crowded up there as one thought overtook another.

Barb rose. "I'll be retiring. This may be a 'one-time offer,' just so you know. I can leave you guys to ponder, if you want."

Roger and I looked at each other, and I read his thoughts.

"No, we're right behind you." I said this like I was aiming to follow my platoon captain into battle.

So we made our way upstairs. Roger's clothes stayed in the living room, where he had carefully folded them on the arm rest of one of our chairs, boots in a perfect parallel on the floor. But I carried mine up.

I watched Barb's ass in her jeans in front of me and held my breath at the possibilities.

I was surprised when entering the bedroom to see that Barb had left the electric space-heater on. Our old home is drafty enough it gets pretty cold in wintertime, and we often use the heater to warm up the room during the various cold snaps, always turning it off at bedtime. On a cold day the first one up might turn it on a bit to take the chill off the morning air for the other. But it seemed Barb's notions about tonight had meant plans to keep the room warmer than usual.

For the second time in the evening, I was going to be involved in some sexual actions with a witness present. Nothing earlier in my life (or my imagination) had prepared me for this.

The way Barb stood in front of us, with a provocative hands-on-hips pose, suggested that it would be our task to disrobe her.

I ...