Sam and Tate made the rounds of some of the old bars they had hung out in the days when they were both struggling writers looking for someone to tell their stories to. They found the old places were much the same as they had ever been. Only the faces had changed.
Free of the confusing attractions of the women, the men rediscovered their old friendship. They sat at their favorite booth in their favorite joint and watched the women at the bar. It was like the old days, sharing opinions and laying plans.
A lush redhead came in and immediately captured both their attention. She wore a low-cut dress that showed lots of cleavage. The men noticed that she had noticed them. She was giving them her best angle.
"What d'ya think, Tate? Thirty-eight, twenty-four, thirty-six. Right?"
"I'd say you're dead on." Tate was drinking bourbon today, keeping Sam company. He was higher than he was used to. All the juices were flowing. The high-class redhead at the bar was rousing all his old roving instincts. He could feel his cock throbbing. From the sound of his voice, he was pretty sure Sam felt the same way he did.
Tate had been working hard lately, and he hadn't been getting out much. He was feeling reckless. "What say we buy the lady a drink?"
"Excellent idea, old buddy. Only what are we going to do when she tries to put the make on us? Is she going to be yours or mine?" Sam was nervous. He could almost hear his hot-tempered Latin wife cursing him for having a wandering eye. But all his instincts told him he was in the mood for an adventure. Mimi would never have to know…
"Why, I'm willing to share with an old friend, if you are, Sam old boy!" The words were out before Tate had thought about them. When he stopped to consider the perversion of his idea, he found the idea turned him on. Why not? A guy deserved some kicks now and then. He had been faithful to Annie all their two years together… well, most of the time. It had been so long since he and Sam had gone out and had a blast together.
The redhead smiled and raised her glass when the waiter brought her their offering. She drank heartily, chatting from time to time with the men on either side of her. But her attention kept returning to Tate and Sam. It wasn't long before she came over to their table and invited them to visit her apartment. The men accepted, feeling as naughty as two schoolboys playing hookey.
Sam sat nervously on the end of her bed while she prepared drinks for all of them. This was not the first time he and Tate had shared a woman, but it was the first time since he had been married to Mimi that he had done anything so daring. Already he was worrying that she would be able to sense his guilt the minute he returned to her. For a moment he thought about backing out. Then the redhead, called Mara, returned with their drinks. She had taken off her dress. She wore only a bra and panties. The sight other ripe round tits and her smooth belly made up Sam's mind for him. It was too late now for backing out.
"I like to get down to basics early," she told them as she sipped her scotch and soda. "Already I know I'm going to have a beautiful time this afternoon. Two big hunks like you. Am I a lucky girl!"
While Sam worked on his bourbon, she kneeled between his legs and began to tug on his fly.
"You seem to be in a hell of a hurry," Sam tried to hide his nervousness with wit. "You got 'em lined up outside the door?"
"Any time I want them," she replied. Her hands reached inside and pulled out the shaft of his cock. The touch of her fingers started to inspire his cock with life. "But I've got all I want right here. Mmmnn…" She liked the head of his cock. It pulsed impatiently.
Tate could feel his own cock throbbing inside his pants as he watched the redhead's expert maneuvers. She sucked cock as if it was her favorite occupation. "Mmmmm…" Groaning and wiggling her ass provocatively, she bobbed her head up and down over Sam's loins. Tate watched his old friend's eyes close, then spring wide open. His own cock lurched. Yes, that woman knew what she was doing.
"Shit, where did you learn to suck cock like that?" Sam demanded. "My cock feels like it just fell into a pot of honey. Mmmm-hmm, that's sweet, mama!" He jerked his ass up off the bed, forcing his cock up into her greedy mouth. It was a thrill to watch the workings of her full red lips. She nibbled and licked and sucked on his cock until Sam's thick cock was as hard as steel and as long as it ever got. "You sure do have a way with you, woman! Doesn't she, Tate?"
He looked over at his big friend. Tate's eyes were shining with prurient interest. Sam stole a quick look at his groin. Yup, she had got to him all right! Sam was pretty drunk. He giggled a high shrill giggle. He felt proud as a peacock, getting this big-titted redhead to suck his cock while his friend looked on enviously. Suddenly his grin turned into a grimace of lusty need. "Oh yeah… do it like that… suck my dock, baby!"
Tate was growing more and more fascinated by the undulations of her firm shapely ass inside those skimpy panties. He sucked hungrily on his drink while he watched her buttocks telling him how much she was enjoying her depraved task.
Once again, he looked up at where her red head was rising and falling over his friend's cock. She was making noises like Sam's cock was the best thing since filet mignon. In his inebriated glow, Tate started to entertain ideas for showing her something even tastier… like the girth of his big cock stretching her cunt-walls wide. He could feel his cock swelling urgently at the thought of plundering her wet pussy.
"Christ, you sure are a greedy little bitch!" Tate told the kneeling redhead. "I've never seen anyone suck cock the way you do, baby… you look like you haven't eaten in a week!" It pleased him to humiliate the woman with his obscene compliments. Not that she looked as if she was being humiliated. Her ripe round ass wriggled more wantonly than ever. Tate decided it was time to get himself a taste of pussy.
The big writer knelt behind the redhead and tore off her panties. He pulled her buttocks to the best position for him. "Good pussy, Sam! We really got ourselves a wild one!" He smiled at his friend who was gazing at him lustily over their woman's back. It was obvious that her blowjob was wearing down Sam's resistance. The bearded professor looked as if his cock had just taken over for his mind. His eyes were dull. His mouth hung open.
Women were not like men. Men were born with this primal roving instinct.
Tate had little time to dwell on his drunken theory. The clutch of the redhead's pussy-muscles was getting him as off-balance as her mouth already had Sam.
He grabbed firm hold of her buttocks and lunged his cock up into her seething twat, time after time. She mewled frantically around the filling girth of Sam's cock in her mouth. But she never slackened her pace at either end. Her obvious aim… the aim that never deserted her for a moment… was to give both men an unrelenting lusty experience. She was a woman of pleasure, and she plied her trade well. Both men now were like putty in her hands, or, more accurately, in her mouth and in her heated cunt.
Tate watched a glimmer of recognition come into Sam's eyes as the younger man fed his cock deep into her gobbling mouth. Sam was watching her churning buttocks and Tate's loins as they smacked against her jiggling ass. The obvious lust in Sam's watchful gaze made Tate experience a new surge in his balls. He drove his cock deep into her cunt. He felt his cock-head nudge her cervix.
"Hey, Tate… I've got an idea!" Sam was looking into his eyes now. The redhead was still laboring feverishly between the two men.
"What's that?" The writer was feeling dull-witted. He wasn't much for ideas right now. He wanted to concentrate on the warm slick pussy-walls pulling on his aching cock. He wanted to relish the sluicing sound of her juicy cunt as it opened to take all his cock deep inside.
"How about trading places, old buddy? You'll love this sweet mouth… and I just gotta get me a taste of that hot twat! Why not? What do you say, Tate?"
Tate knew that the alcohol had Sam's imagination running wild. What thing more lewd could they do to the woman than trade places, forcing her to taste her own excitement on Tate's cock in the process. "I'm for it, man. Let's do it!"
As if both were struck with the same idea at the same time, the two men stood up and quickly stripped off their clothes. Then Tate fell to his knees at Mimi's head, Sam at her rear end. The redhead was still mewling and crying far more. She had not changed position since their desertion. Her wriggling ass-cheeks still begged for cock. There was something particularly lewd about the thin strips of her bra-strap across her back. It was the only garment she still wore.
"Oooohh… come on, lovers! Give it to niece!"
Right then, they gave it to her!
Sam forced his swollen cock deep up into her hot tight pussy. "Christ, that's a juicy little hole, honey!"
Tate nudged his glistening cock-head against her lips. Her mouth opened wide. She took the whole sticky shaft of his aroused cock, deep into her throat. Tate watched with fascinated delight as she seemed to relish the flavor of her own hot juices on his cock. She licked and sucked him until his cock was stripped clean of everything but her own saliva. "Taste good, baby? You like the taste of your hot pussy, do you?"
"Mmmmmmm…" That and the excited wiggle of her full-sculpted ass-cheeks was her only response.
"Shit, she's really something, isn't she, Tate? Christ, man, it's just like the old days… Up to our short-hairs in hot pussy and hungry mouth! Whoo-eee! I sure am glad I came up with this idea!"
Tate smiled indulgently at his aroused friend. His grin showed his teeth as he grunted at the feel of Mara's pointed tongue toying with the slit in the end of his sensitized glans.
"So am I, Sam boy! Uuuuhh… how do you like the feel of that hot pussy! It's something good, isn't it?!"
"Slit, don't ask me to tell you which I like better! I like all of her, old-buddy!" He slapped her ass lustily. "Whoo-ee! That's it, honey! Move that thing!"
The lewd talk of the two big men seemed to please the laboring redhead. Her ass wiggled provocatively, inviting more of Sam's hard-driving screwing. Her head bobbed frantically up and down over Tate's thick cock. Her moans burbled non-stop in the back of her abused throat.
Facing each other over the back of the straining woman, Sam and Tate unconsciously adopted one another's rhythms. Sam lunged his aching cock far up into Mimi's clasping cunt. He groaned mightily as he felt her talented muscles close around him. Gradually he realized that Tate had impaled her throat at exactly the same moment. They became engrossed in their obscene tempo. They lost track of time, of everything but their erotic drama here on a strange woman's bed in the middle of the afternoon.
Suddenly the woman's gyrations became fitful and urgent. The men realized she was cuming. They took her flight into ecstasy as a signal for their own relaxation. Once they had relaxed, it took only a couple more squeezes from that tight pussy, that greedy mouth… and the two old friends were cumming in rude chorus.
"Huh, shit! Here comes a pussyful, honey! Oh yeah!"
Tate growled in satisfaction as he watched the redhead's agile lips suck the juices of his orgasm right out of him. "Uuuuuuhhhh, Christ! Goddamn! It's good to cum in your mouth, beautiful!"
Before the three orgiasts sprawled out on the bed to rest, Sam made a point of removing the redhead's bra. "It just ain't right for a lady not to be undressed for the occasion!" He grabbed hold of a big firm tit and began to suck hungrily. Tate took the one on the other side. They knew they were going to be there for a while yet.
It was only when they were leaving a generous 'tip' on Mimi's bedside table that Sam began to worry about Mimi and his brazen adultery. He grabbed Tate by the arm as soon as they were out of the redhead's apartment.
"Do you think Mimi will be able to tell anything happened? Christ, she'll kill me if she figures it out."
"The only way shell be able to tell is if you keep shivering like a jackass! Cool out, Sam! A man's entitled to his little pleasures! And we don't have to answer to anybody for it!"
Tate was talking loud and bold. He was trying to convince himself as well as Sam.
Annie was such a sweet girl! She trusted him so implicitly!
He started to feel guilty about being a man with a roving eye! And then his cock gave him a little reminiscent twinge.
"It would be a sin to feel bad about anything as good as what just happened!"
The friendly conspirators slapped each other on the back and headed for the nearest bar. Clear as their consciences were, they needed a bit more of a glow to face the girls!