On Monday morning, things were almost back to normal. Paula was home and visiting Carol for morning coffee and girl talk. The men were at work and the summer day was bright and beautiful. The children ran through the harbor streets, playing their games, while their mothers called each other and arranged to play their games, too.
Paula took a sip of her coffee and looked across the kitchen table at Carol. There was a twinkle of naughtiness in her blue eyes.
"I came home from the city last night so hot I couldn't stand it. I hadn't had an orgasm all weekend. I just met Bruce at the door and looked at him and went off. God… I wasn't even out of my jacket. I just hunkered down and came right inside the door. Poor Bruce thought there was something wrong with me, I couldn't talk. I just sobbed and finally got it out that I was coming and he started laughing at me"
Carol chuckled. "Without the games it was a tense weekend for us all," she said.
"I'll say. I'm really used to all that weekend sex! I look forward to it. You know, it's been over two years since we missed a weekly session of games!"
"Yeah… and I hope it's another two years before we miss them again. I hope you don't have to go away for a long time, dear."
"Me, too"
"Did Bruce tell you what happened… with Tom?"
"No… what are you talking about?"
"I guess it's not really that important"
"He did say something about not calling on you until Tom was at work today. That was kind of weird."
"It was a good idea."
Paula could sense a problem. "What is it, dear?"
"Oh… probably nothing… really. I'm sure it's all blown over by now"
Carol couldn't have been farther from the truth.
Bruce Clarke came out of the locker room of The Backdoor Club and spotted Tom Prince running around the indoor track. He waved, buy Tom didn't act like he saw him.
Or maybe he was still mad.
Bruce hoped not! He took a deep breath crossed his fingers and jogged out to join his friend.
"Hi, Tom," said Bruce as he trotted up along side him.
"Bruce"
Tom sounded cold.
"Been a tough day. I've been looking forward to this."
No response from Tom.
"I see that Chargette's working today. Maybe this is the day she'll let me have her in the cunt."
Still no response.
Now Bruce knew Tom was still mad!
"You still mad, Tom?"
"What do you think…?"
"Look, Tom… I really don't understand…"
Tom jogged away from him.
Later, after a grueling work out, Bruce found Tom in the showers. He stepped in next to him and turned the spray on his stiff body. Bruce's cock automatically reacted, growing hard and ready for his daily sex. He looked over at Tom whose penis was still soft and flaccid, dangling between his legs.
"You have your fuck already, Tom?" asked Bruce.
"I'm not in the mood." Tom turned off the shower and stepped out. Bruce watched him pick up a towel and walk away.
Bruce couldn't believe it. "Not in the mood?" he said under his breath.
This was the first time Bruce had ever known Tom Prince to be "not in the mood". Tom was always in the mood.
Well, fuck it! Bruce sure was ready. He soaped down his throbbing penis and had a hard time not going off in his slippery fist.
Fuck Tom! Bruce was going to have one hell of an orgasm… or two, or three.
Chargette walked by, her blonde hair bouncing in time with the lushness of her charms. There was Bruce's target!
"Hi, Chargette!" he called.
"Oh, Bruce… Hi, baby. You're looking good" She said it while staring right at his rampant cock.
"Thanks."
"Say! What the hell's the matter with Tom, today! I offered and he turned me down!"
"Guess he's been under a lot of pressure lately," said Bruce.
"I guess so. I rubbed his cock and it didn't even get hard! I see I'm not gonna have that problem with you… you're already ready. You wanna fuck me?"
"You bet…"
"In the ass, of course."
"Aw, Chargette. Can't we do it one time? I'd sure like to feel what it would be like to dip into that sweet crack of yours."
"You can have this crack," said Chargette, turning her lush bottom towards Bruce.
"That's not what I meant."
"Sorry," said the beautiful whore. "House rules!"
Bruce shrugged and stepped out of the shower. "Well… okay," he said.
The blonde bent over and braced herself on a bench and opened her ass for Bruce to use. As he stepped up to her and reached out to spread the cheeks farther apart, he looked around the room. There was a lot of sex going on. One man had a girl in the shower. His soapy pecker was driving in and out between her mouthwatering butt cheeks. Another man was sitting on the bench a few feet away from Bruce. A readhead was kneeling in front of him, blowing him expertly. By the look of ecstasy on the man's face, he was coming.
Another man was being jacked off. The girl reached out to administer the quick hand job and the man was stroking his body in time with the fist fuck.
Bruce saw one very young man enter the room. He became so excited by all that was going on that he just crouched down and shot off. He grabbed his own cock to finish his come, the drops of sperm splashing on the tiles at his feet.
But Tom was nowhere to be seen. As Bruce pushed forward to bury his prick up Chargette's ass, he gave one last look around for his friend.
"Ugh!" went the girl. "You sure haven't gotten any smaller!"
Bruce sighed. Tom just wasn't there. He shrugged again and turned his concentration on the girl's talents.
While Bruce was having his butt-fuck with Chargette, Tom was in the locker room, getting dressed.
He was leaving without having any sex!
Right next to him, Jerry Lane, a man Tom knew, was fucking a young girl in the mouth. He pumped and his ass shivered. Jerry cried out when he came.
"Oh! I'm shooting…"
Tom, watched briefly as Jerry filled the girl's mouth with his spunk. The orgasm was a long one.
When Jerry was through he paid the smiling girl and gave her a friendly pat on the ass. She giggled and bounced away and Jerry grinned at Tom. "Nice little piece," he said. "Aren't you going to have one?"
"Not today," said Tom.
"What's the matter, Pal?"
Tom didn't answer. He looked around and saw a muscular man get off by rubbing his swollen member between the huge breasts of one of the working girls. The muscle man literally coated the girl's boobs with his cum.
"Everyone else is getting off," said Jerry. "Seems a shame if you leave here with full balls. Look!"
Jerry pointed at a man who was coming by rubbing between the mounds of a girl's shapely bottom. Jerry laughed. "He didn't even have time to get it in!"
He watched as the man desperately shoved and punched his erupting cock up the girl's asshole and got the rest of his juice off inside her anal canal.
"Don't you want some of that?" asked Jerry.
"No thanks," said Tom. He was fully dressed by now.
"Really seems a shame," said Jerry as he watched Tom pick up his bag and walk out of the locker room.
"Baby… I sure wish this was your cunt!"
"What's the matter… ugh! Don't… you… like… my… ass?"
"I love your ass. I'd just like to taste that sweet pussy of yours."
"You can eat me if you want. That isn't against the rules."
"I might take you up on that… when I finish here."
Bruce was forcefully plowing Chargette's asshole. He loved hot, tight, smooth asshole, but he had fucked the blonde whore up her butt a hundred times in the past. He had never had her pussy! It was the joy he really wanted to experience. It would almost be like fucking a virgin.
"Baby," said Chargette. "If I was going to break the rules with anybody, it would be with you. But I just can't…"
"All right. Just shut up and move your ass."
Chargette giggled and began to churn her buns. Bruce gasped at the new excitement she was delivering into his tingling balls. Her tush was moving like a Mixmaster!
"Wow!"
"Like what?" asked the girl.
"I'll say!"
"I figure if I can't give you what you really want, I'll give you the second best."
"Oooooo!" was all Bruce could say now. The sensations of the sex were taking command.
In a moment Bruce's nuts were boiling and getting ready to shoot their wet reward. He grabbed the girl's hips and began moving with a new found force.
"Oh, baby! I'm coming. I'm coming!"
"Jesus! I can feel it!"
Chargette's eyes went wide as she was given her hot spunk enema. Gob after creamy gob of man-juice shot into her bowels.
"Shit! Where do you get all of that! You're filling my guts!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Shot after shot of thick cream burst from the man's staff. Bruce just clung to the girl and let it go. He didn't even attempt to hold any back. He knew there would be plenty for later.
Finally, it was over. Bruce pulled his staff out of Chargette's anal hole and she fell forward. Some of the spent cum gushed out and formed a little pool between the cheeks of her ass. It began to run down her butt crack and into her pussy.
Bruce laughed. "Looks like I'm getting some of my load in your cunt after all."
"Holy shit!" was all Chargette could say.
"I only let my boyfriend fuck me in the cunt," said Chargette. "And then he only fucks me in the cunt. By the time I get home at night I've had it so many times in my other places that I don't even want to think about that stuff."
She was all cleaned up now after her anal sex with Bruce and he was down between her legs while she sat on the bench. He was busily eating her.
"Oooo, baby. That feels nice! Keep sucking there… yes! Like that! Oh! Oh! I'm coming!"
Chargette came on Bruce's face. She lifted her ass off the bench and pressed her crotch hard into his mouth, coating it with her passion juices.
"Ooooo! That was a good one!"
Bruce pulled his wet face away and grinned up at her. "I'm glad you liked it," he said.
"That was fun!" she said, standing up. "What do you want to do next?"
"How about a fuck…"
"Bruce!"
"Okay… okay… then just suck me off."
"Fine," said the girl and she knelt down in front of him.
"Tom didn't have any sex at the club today," Bruce told Paula at the dinner table.
"You're kidding…"
"No… really. He just worked out and went home"
"Jesus Christ! That's got to be a first! Tom not wanting any sex! Is there something wrong with him or something? Everyone's acting kind of funny..
"Tom's uptight. There was something that happened over the weekend that I suppose I should tell you about"
"I think you better."
Bruce was just about to tell Paula about the incident when the phone rang. Paula was closest to the receiver so she answered.
"Hello… What?… Carol, honey… He what?… Why?… I… I don't understand!… Jesus Christ!… Please, honey. Stop crying. Everything's going to be fine. Yes… I'll help. I'll talk to Bruce… we won't let that happen. Don't worry"
Paula hung up the phone and turned toward her husband. "I don't know what went on over the weekend, or what happened, but it's time you told me all about it!"
"Why? What's wrong?" Bruce didn't like the look of shock on Paula's face.
"That was Carol. Tom told her not to see us anymore. Jesus, Bruce… he's disbanding the Sexgamers!"