1. Rimonateague: Chapter 2


    Date: 9/8/2017, Categories: Wife / MILF, Author: tlogtlom, Source: LushStories

    I looked at Thomas and smiled. I glanced at the joint and smiled again. I nodded at the Irish coffee. I was trying to look sexy. I held the joint in my fingers and lifted the hot cup of laced coffee with whipped cream and brown sugar to my lips. I kept my eyes on our guest, Thomas, but directed my question to my spouse. “Are you sure about this, husband?” Robert’s answer stirred me. “Try him out. Take Thomas for a test drive. Go as far as you want. I will be here, along for the ride.” Thomas filled me in. “Robert and I were in college together, though I was two years behind but in the same fraternity. We tripped over each other online about a year ago and have been trading emails. We met up at a conference about a month ago and cooked up a plan to make your dreams come true.” “And?” I asked, wanting the whole story. Thomas smiled through a crooked smile, but straight teeth, “Robert insisted on having me tested for all kinds of things, and I guess I passed.” I spoke up. “Robert, you arranged this without my knowledge or permission?” “Yep,” was all I got from my husband. Robert sounded more sure of himself than usual. Typically, he follows my lead. I considered this carefully, still having my wits about me. I thought, 'If this deal goes through, Robert and Thomas will be following my lead. Robert started this.' My next thought I wickedly spoke allowed. “I hope you can finish it.” Thomas was hot. He stood over six feet two; I guessed he weighed about two hundred pounds. His ...
    speech pattern was a little southern, but unplaceable to me. “Where are you from, or at - where do you live?” I asked. “I hail from a small town in southern Alabama, but went to college up north,” he responded. The couch set back from the fireplace could handle five or six people sitting close together. Three was the magic number. I sat in the exact geographic middle of the sofa and patted each hand on the places beside me. My soon-to-be lover Thomas settled first, very, very close to me on the right, while Robert took the far end on my left side. Being the middle-man or middle-woman has advantages and disadvantages. I focused on the advantage. For every sip of the strong Irish coffee we passed around, I got two. For each toke on the joint, I got two. The heat from the fire warmed the whole room. My mate sensed this and got up, announcing, “I'll open the bedroom door to make sure some heat gets in there too.” While husband Robert was gone, Thomas made his move. He opened by asking, “Aren’t you hot in all that cold weather gear? Let me help you get more comfortable.” I said, “I thought you were going to undress me.” Thomas got up and took his own sweater and shirt off, leaving just a wife-beater undershirt exposed. He replied, “I expect your husband to undress you,” and went on, “but you can help me with my boots. Untie them and pull them off.” I already knew what to do; turn around to face away from him, straddle his leg, unlace and tug. I did as told and waited for his other ...
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