me, her, and him 4

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Two weeks later I was back at Donald and Kendall’s house. This time there was a surprise: another woman. And not just any woman. Debbie had been Donald’s girlfriend for a year during his marriage to Kendall. Yes, a live-in mistress. Rather convenient, I say. She was back in town, visiting. I was thinking “foursome.”

Alas, it was not to be. First of all, Debbie was not feeling that great. And then I heard Donald and Kendall getting short with each other. I already had sensed the tension between them. We had been in the kitchen (a first for me as I was always immediately led upstairs). At one point Kendall took my hand and told me to come upstairs with her. I didn’t feel I had a choice, but it was very uncomfortable. On the other hand, perhaps this was the night I would get to have sex alone with Kendall.

So upstairs she and I went. When we got to their master suite, Kendall started making out with me ferociously. We were going at it when Donald entered. We stopped, and he said that he had been planning to let us go on alone, but now he was pissed. I can’t remember exactly what Kendall had said downstairs, but I do remember thinking he was justified in his anger.

Donald said it wasn’t my fault and he didn’t want to cut the evening short. Debbie had gone to bed, so he decided he would join us. He took control of the proceedings, and told me that he had taken many sexy photos of Kendall. He also told me Kendall loves to show herself off in lingerie, and instructed her to give us a fashion show. As she went to her dressing room to change, Donald got out a photo album, sat next to me on the sofa and started leafing through the pages.

The album had many photos of Kendall in a variety of sexy lingerie outfits. He joked that there is probably a duplicate collection of these prints at Seattle Filmworks, where they were processed. Then he flipped to a page of pictures he took while Kendall was blowing him. I complimented him on his ability to concentrate enough to take a good photo while this was happening. In particular, there was a great shot of his cum in flight toward her face. Very impressive!

Kendall entered the room and we were both transfixed. She had on a lacy white bra and matching tap pants, and high heels. She paraded in front of us like the slutty model she was, and you could almost hear Donald and me go “schwing!”

Kendall retreated while Donald poured us some wine and put a Concrete Blonde CD on. When she returned, she had a pink camisole and matching panties. Now Kendall decided it was time for action.

She came over and straddled Donald on the sofa, kissing him lovingly and making up for the harsh words earlier. As she kissed him, she stroked my face. Then she whispered something to him and got off. Donald stood up and walked over to the stereo.

Kendall sat down in my lap, put her arms around me and we started kissing, softly this time. The music change to something soft and jazzy, and lights were replaced by candlelight.

After many luscious minutes of kissing, I lifted Kendall’s cami up and off. I unbuttoned my shirt and got out of it. I held her breasts in my hands and nuzzled between them. Then I began licking and sucking one and then the other. Her hands were on my head, encouraging me to continue. I was slow and gentle, moving from one to the other and back.

Then it was her turn. As I leaned back, she sucked on my left nipple and squeezed the right with her fingers, then switched sides. I gently tweaked her nipples as she did this. Now we were both moaning softly. Now we were both ready.

We got up and walked to the bed. I stripped off my shoes, socks, pants and briefs. She stepped out of the heels and pushed her panties down and off. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees. I put on a condom, climbed on the bed and entered her.

Our fucking was soft, slow and steady. We were moaning and sighing. I reach around to lightly rub her clit and her moaning got louder. I thrust just a little harder and a little faster, and then felt her contractions. When she was silent she reached under to handle my balls and it was all over. I came with a groan and collapsed on top of her.

After a few moments I heard Donald walking over. He was naked and at full attention. I scooted to the side and sat up at the headboard. Now Kendall rolled over to lie flat on her back as Donald got on top and entered her. She was ready to go and her sounds now were little squeals, growing in intensity until she exhaled loudly and her hands clawed his back. His thrusts became stronger and he came with a lion’s roar.

So the night I had hoped to experience a foursome, that then almost ended disastrously, ended up pretty good for all except poor sick Debbie. I never asked Kendall what it was like to have a mistress in the house, or why she had allowed it. It was clear from some things Donald had said that he wouldn’t accept the opposite situation. He was an OK guy, but clearly a male chauvinist (to use the vernacular of the 70s). We said our goodnights and I headed home, stopping again at the diner to refuel and relive the evening.

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