Okay, I admit it...I was feeling 'frisky', but that wouldn't be right either.
Horny is the term that applies here.
I was on, yet, another trip to the city where hubby and I lived for several years. The city in which hubby and I began our other life as swingers. An other life that we both enjoyed and, at times, took advantage of when one or the other was away from our spouse.
That weekend, the weekend before this particular business trip for me, involved a sexually-charged two day party with friends that had all of us well-fucked and sucked by Monday morning. Surely, that would hold me until I returned from my trip.
Well, you would've thought so...and you'd been wrong, Sherlock.
By the end of business on Thursday, I could actually see daylight through my piles of paper on my desk.
"Want to grab a drink?" Tori said into my ear when I took her call in my office. Tori was a 'blast from the past' that spent many nights in hubby and I's bed.
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" I replied, rather smart-assedly.
"It's single-guys night at the club," she replied, "and I could use a stiff dick or three," laughing afterwards.
The 'club' was our old swingers haunt we belonged to when we lived here and, where, we still kept an active membership.
"Well, I don't know about that," I replied with a hint of smugness that I didn't know I possessed, "my weekend was fairly well filled with cock and cunt, but, I'll stay for one drink, for sure, to catch up with your life," I said.
"What happened to the Queen of Cock I so admired?" she chided.
Smiling to myself at the term she used for me so long ago, I replied, "Well, her brains got fucked out this past weekend and she's tired."
"Pick me up at my place and we'll blow a doobie before we go," she said, "Seven-ish?" she asked.
"Make it a fat-boy and I'm yours," I cheerfully replied.
"Done! See you at seven," ending the conversation.
I was a few minutes early but on the drive over I reconsidered my earlier statements about being tired. I don't know, maybe in the back of my mind, the thought of 'some strange' triggered my horny motor but, for whatever reason, when I got out of the car to walk to her doorstep, my little beaver was feeling a bit warm.
"Good to see you, Toots," she said as she hugged me, "get your fine ass in here and toke up with me."
And we did, we did that herb proud, getting marvelously stoned and eating the roach afterwards. And, as usual, when Tori and I got high, we got horny. And, as usual, I let Tori fondle and play with me as I drove us to the club. It was quite fun, actually, having her feel me up, rub on my little man, which, in turn, got my panties wet.
Sticking a finger into my snatch, under my dress, Tori gave me three or four quick strokes, lubricating her finger with my juices.
"Mmmmmm, oh sweetie, you taste simply mah-valous, my darling, just as you always did," she purred as she licked my juices from her finger, sucking , slowly and sensually, her eyes closed, her mouth smiling as she sucked.
"Glad you liked," I smilingly said as I pull into the parking lot of the club, "Or is it licked?", turning off the engine and looking at her.
Leaning over to me, we kissed for a deliciously long time, my tongue tasting my juices in her mouth.
