A story; could be true or not. You decide.
My wife and I had just moved to Denver and we were getting settled into our new apartment. It was October and the weather had already turned cold and it felt like snow. I had been unpacking and putting things away and Leslie was at work, I had been hard at it for about 5 hours and had stopped to grab a bite to eat. Sitting in the little breakfast nook eating and looking out the window I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to see what was close by, mini marts, bar etc. so I put on my coat and watch cap and locking up behind me I took a stroll down Pennsylvania Ave. The apartment we rented was in an old Victorian, three houses down from the "Unsinkable Molly Brown House" and was a delite to the eye. It was about 1:30 in the afternoon so there weren't any neighbors out and about, most were still at work. the early afternoon sun casts long shadows that far north and the whole effect was one of peace and the over all feeling was of calm and gave the illusion of walking through history on the old and famous st. I had gone about two blocks when I noticed an attractive woman of about 23 struggling with 3 bags of groceries trying to cross the street. She had long brown hair and was around 5'5" or so, about 110lbs. with a lithe body and a medium set of boobs. she was built a lot like Leslie and thats the type of body I really like, so deciding that I should be a gentleman and get off to a good start with my neighbors, [and to check this intriguing woman out just a bit closer] I picked up my pace and reached the corner before she had a chance to start across. Hi, I said. Looks like you could use a bit of help there. Indicating her three big bags of groceries, and gave her my best smile. She looked up from bending over to gather the bags and gave me a dazzling smile in return. "Oh God, a knight in shinning Armour just when I need one most, she said, with a lilting laugh that could have brought a dead man back to life. Well, maybe not in shining armor, I said, blushing a bit. But you could say that I just rode up more or less, we, my wife and I that is, just moved in down the street a bit and I took a break from unpacking to go for a little walk when I saw you trying to haul all that booty by your self, thought you might appreciate a hand. You thought right Sir Gallihad, she said. And proceed to put two of the big shopping bags in my arms. You have no idea just how bad I needed a Knight to ride up, she said, with a mischievous twinkle in her clear brown eyes. They were so clear they almost looked golden and I blushed again, thank goodness for the cold I thought to my self. My car is in the shop, needed shocks bad, she said, over her shoulder as we walked, won't be ready for a few more days so I'm stuck walking. We crossed the street and she said, that way, pointing back the way I had come except on the other side of the street. Its not far, I'm in the middle of the block, but its up on the second floor, you going to be ok with that? she asked. Not a problemo fair lady. Where you guys from? she asked as we walked. Just moved up from Austin Texas, Les and I have always wanted to ski so we figured Denver would be a good base to work from. I replied. God yes, there must be 30 ski resorts around here, this is it, she said pointing to the Victorian cat-a-corner from the one Les and I had rented. Well, looks like we're closer neighbors than I thought, thats our place over there, we're on the second floor too. I said pointing with my chin at our Victorian. Hey cool,she said, we can stand on the balcony and holler at each other. There was that twinkle in her eye again and that lilting laugh. Come on, she said, unlocking the front door. Its this way. I followed her to and up the stairs and she opened the door to her apt. it was on the same side as ours and in front so she was right we could stand on the balcony and holler at each other. She held the door and stood aside to let me enter, put those in the kitchen will you, on the table if you don't mind. Not a bit, I said. and headed to the kitchen to do as she bid. My names Pam by the way, I got your wife's name but you didn't tell me your's. she had followed me into the kitchen and put her bag on the counter. Tim, I said. Nice to make your acquaintance fair lady Pam, can I help you put that stuff away? No, I'll get to that latter, right now for your reward Sir Knight, I'm going to make you a nice hot buttered rum, would you like that? Well Hell, what guy in his right mind would pass on an invitation like that, so of course being of sound mind I said, yeah, I'd like that, take the chill off. Ok then, go sit your self down in the living room and I'll start fixing the toddy's as soon as I get out of this Eskimo gear. You can hang your coat in the hall closet. and with that she was gone. Gone, with that particular magic woman have when they have to go change. After I hung up my coat I took a look around her living room, the furniture was good, second hand stuff, but not worn out, but rather worn in and comfortable, the high ceilings gave the place a sense of space and the high windows with the narrow door that led onto the balcony was framed in a green jungle of house plants. Pot bound spider plants drooled shoots in a cascade of verigated green and white and Ivy had sent runners to all corners of the living room. The wall next to the hall way leading to the kitchen was a built in book case that was filled with books and brick-a-brack and a small TV and stereo that sat on the middle shelf. the wall opposite to the sofa had a fire place that for safety reasons had been turned into an electric log fire but the hand worked mantel was a delite and very like the one Les and I had in our apt. Leading me to think that some carpenter in the 1890's must have made a fortune on these old homes. The art work on the walls was mostly Victorian types, pastorals with women in period dress strolling down country lanes and the like, the photos were mostly of her and what I assumed were family. Hmmm, no photos of her with men or of single men either. All in all, the place was charming and because of the high ceilings, cozy but not crowded. I was casually looking through her music, pleasantly pleased that her tastes were pretty much the same as Leslie's and mine when I heard her yell from the kitchen, ok, toddy's are ready I'll be in in a min. I turned at the sound of her voice and just as I focused on the hall doorway she filled it. This time I knew the cold would not prevent her from seeing the blush that warmed my face but I didn't really give a damn right then. she had changed from her jeans and parka to a pair of cut offs so short that I knew she had a bikini cut because no pubes were visible and a cut off T that showed off her tight belly and its button, an iny not an outy, to its best advantage. Her legs were long and slender and smooth as silk and even though it was winter they glowed a rich honey gold in the afternoon light filtering through the jungled window. She carried a huge steaming mug in each hand, steady as a rock as she flowed over to me. standing closer than a gal should to a man she had just met and close enough for me to smell her spicy sent, not perfume but her own woman smell. With that dazzling smile she had frist greeted me with, she handed me a mug and clinked the rim of hers against mine, Cheers to the Noble Knight who rescued the fair lady, she said, with that twinkling in her eye.[ Was it just a bit brighter this time,I wondered.] With a wink she went past me and sat on the sofa, patting the spot next to her, she said, come sit and talk, tell me all about you guys. I sat. She folded her legs up on the sofa in that provocative way gals have and sipped, raising an eye brow as if to say, well. So, I told her about Leslie, that the two of them could easily wear the same clothes, [true, the major difference between them was hair color, Les is a dirty blond.] that we had been married for 11 years and were still in love deeply. I guess you could say I told her the story of my life, I just couldn't stop talking. Pam, for her part encouraged me with, ah huh's and reallys and gestures, that included a light hand on my thigh now and then.Pam is a good listener. What would Leslie think if she knew you were here talking to me? Pam ask. Her hand had not left my thigh for some time. I ah..I.. I stuttered,...Well she wouldn't think any thing of it, except I know she will want to meet you, why? Well, some women would get upset if her man was talking to another woman in her apt. alone. Quandary; do I tell this beautiful woman that Leslie is Bi and so am I and we have had an open swinging relationship now and even when we were dating and after we were engaged, that we both loved sex and didn't care if either one of us had a fling. We prefer to play together but an occasional fuck on the side wasn't going to upset us. If I just came out and said it, would I offend her and ruin any chance Les and I might have of sharing our bed with her? I decided on part of the truth. Well Pam, let me put it this way, [her hand had strayed up my thigh a bit as I thought how to answer.] Les and I have an agreement, we're both open minded people and we allow each other room, if you know what I mean. There I said it, I braced my self for her reaction. Oh, she said, sitting up a bit, like an open marriage thing you mean? Yeah, ah..well, yes. I hope I haven't offended you Pam, but we're modern people and the old taboo's don't do much for us. Oh No, quite the contrary, I'm very liberal and my ex and I had an open relationship too. Thats what I meant when I said my Knight showed up just in the nic of time. I haven't been fucked since my boy friend and I split up, an I'm so horny I could ride a fire plug if it would move, ha ha. If it won't get you in trouble with Leslie, do you think you could be a Knight one more time for this fair lady and give me a real good fucking? To say I was stunned would be an understatement, but I am fast on my feet and I sure as hell wasn't going to miss out on fucking this gorgeous woman due to speechlessness. I guess its only the fair and right thing for a Knight to do, I said. With a little yelp of glee she lept to her feet and in less time than it takes to read this line was standing in front of me in all her naked glory. Her body was even more fantastic than I had thought when I first saw her in the doorway in her cut offs and half top, Her breasts were indeed medium, a 34 b, nicely shaped with tanish pink nipples set high and just to the side,small but just right for suckling, her belly was flat with just a hint of a rise below the belly button, her legs long and well shaped and her ass when she turned to show it all to me was to die for. I had thought that Les's ass was the finest and that I would ever see, with no other to match it, wrong, it was standing right in front of me. reaching out her hands to me, she said, stand up, it's your turn for show and tell. Her eye's were sparkling now, the twinkle replaced by a brighter light. I stood. She stepped back a few steps, undress for me, she said in a voice gone a bit low and husky. I love to watch a man strip. Put that way, I had no choice, after all a Knight's job is hard but, someone got to do it. I am a lean trim six foot one inch tall guy with a swimmers build, not overly muscled but toned, and I weigh one sixty or so, I have never been bashful about showing off my bod so I started with my shirt and under shirt then my shoes and socks and finely I undid my belt and top button on my jeans. Pam had retreated a few more steps back to improve her view and had her left foot on the coffee table and her right hand was busy rubbing her clit with two fingers. I could see the juices starting to run down the inside of her thigh, this gal was really horny. I got my zipper down and sat on the sofa to pull off my jeans. I tossed them on the pile of discarded clothes both of us had shed and stood up to drop my briefs and Pam yelped, Oh my God and put her hand over her mouth to keep anything else from slipping out. I looked down at the front of my briefs to see if I had a piss stain or something going on that would effect her that way but my undies were just like my mother would want, clean. I looked up and I guess the look on my face was of shock because she started to laugh. Whats wrong? I asked. Are my shorts dirty or something? No.ah..ooo..ah...oooo! she could hardly talk for laughing. Well? she said. I told you, you were my Knight, but I didn't think you would have a lance with you, she said pointing at my crotch. My ex, she said, getting hold of her laughter, was about six and a half inches long and thick, it felt good but it's been a long time since I've had a long thick cock and I didn't know how much I had missed it till now. I am about six inches when soft and about seven and a half half hard, at full boner I get up to eight and a half inches and I'm five inches around. I know because Les has measured me many times, I never considered my self to be hung, Hurry, she said, hurry take those off I can't wait to see your big cock, Your Leslie is one lucky gal to have a stud like you to play with any time she wants. I kicked off my shorts and stood facing her.Make it hard for me, she said, I like to watch a guy jack off. I started to jack off pulling the fore skin back from the head to let her see it and with in about four strokes I had a boner to be proud of. Pam came towards me and knelt down in front of me, she reached up and wrapped one hand around my cock and cupped my balls with the other, running her hand up and down the length of my shaft and gently squeezing my balls. Your cock is beautiful, she said, so long and thick and the skin is smooth, I like the way the fore skin covers your cock head and hides it and then it peeks out at me when I slid it back, it's been so long I hope I can take it in my mouth. So saying she guided my throbbing meat to her lips and began to tongue me the length of my shaft kissing and nibbling as she went. When she had my tool well lubed with spit she slipped it in over her lips and took at least half of me on the first try. It may have been a long time but she had lost none of her skill, she deep throated me till she buried her nose in my pubes taking her time licking and sucking deeply and all the time smiling up at me with those clear brown eye's. When she came up for air I ask her, do you want me to return the favor? [I love to eat pussy,especially very wet runny pussy.] Her reply surprised me. No, not this time, I want to bend over the arm of the sofa and have you ram that big cock deep inside me,long deep strokes and fast and hard, fuck me like you mean it. Thats just what she did, leaning over the arm of the sofa she raised her ass so I could have a clear shot at her dripping love hole, she was relaxed and ready the inner lips of her pussy were folded back and the entrance to her love tunnel was open and gleaming wet. I moved behind her and took my tool in my hand and rubbed the pulsing head on her hard clit and up and down the slit to lube it and guided my meat into her pussy. Ooooh yessss.....Oh god that feels soooo good, she said, give it to me Tim, shove it in deep let me have all of it..yesss fuck me...oh god fuck meeeee deep and hard. I gave it my all, pulling out till just the head of my meat was still in her and thrusting deep till I buried the entire eight and a half inches in her gushing honey pot over and over as she pressed back into me with every thrust meeting my push with her own rocking to the the motion of sex. I fucked her hard for a good half an hour with her begging me to go deeper and harder, then she yelled I'm cumming ohhhh...god....I'm cumming and she pushed back into me till she had it all in her and still she pushed into me and then I felt her pussy start to spasm, it felt like my cock was being squeezed by a hand, grip, release, grip and then she shuddered as if caught in a chill wind. I felt her pussy gush hot juice over my cock as she came at least three times with me deep up her love hole, then keeping my cock tightly in her puss she turned and kissed me and smiling said, that was the best fuck I've ever had I want to do this again,do you think we could? As we untangled and moved to lay side by side on the sofa I decided to tell her the whole truth about Les and I. After a fuck like that I didn't think she would get offended and I hoped she was as liberal as she said. Pam, I said, if you really want to do this again we can but, Les and I are swingers and we like to play together, Les wouldn't mind if you want to join us but you should know a few things about us first. Like what? she ask. Like, Leslie is Bi-sexual, she likes to eat a little pussy as well as fuck a big cock, if you're ok with that I don't see any reason we can't make a regular thing out of this and party when ever we want. She is? Pam said, wow, I haven't done anything with another girl since collage oh I hope she likes me I could really get into a good three way and I like to lick a little pussy my self. Then you don't have to worry Leslie will eat you up and I will be in heaven, two fine women to fuck and suck is the best, but you may as well know about me too. What? Tell me Tim. I'm Bi-sexual too, I like to suck and jack off a big cock. I especially like to suck the pussy juice off a cock thats just pulled out of a wet pussy you still ok with that? Hell yes! She said. We stood, I held her hands and we both just smiled at each other for a long time. well, I said, guess I better head on over and finish up some unpacking till Les gets home, tell you what Pam, I know Les is going to want you to come over so when she gets home and showers and is ready I'll "holler at cha from the balcony" and gave her a hug and a kiss, winking at her I turned and left. Whistling all the way home. I was right, Les couldn't wait to meet Pam, after I related my encounter with the brown eye beauty across the street. That was the first of many nights, the two gals hit it off like sisters and it was no more than a half hour before they were naked and 69ing on the rug in front of the fire place, It was about twenty seconds later that I joined in. But, the two months the three of us played together all most every night, isn't the focus of this particular tail. What is the focus, is a story of a chance encounter, a blizzard and an electrical generator. I'm a struggling writer and back in Austin, we were used to sever weather that knocked out the power sometimes for days. Because one never knows when the mood will strike to write or how long it will last, one needs be prepared. So I bought a generator to run my PC so I could write no matter what mother nature threw at me, you will see how this paid off in spades as we go along here. It was now January, and that year, January set records for Wind, Snow and Cold. On this particular night Les and I had gone to the market and picked up some goodies, Gouda and Edom chesses, some crackers and wine both red and white to have on hand when Pam came over. She was going to spend the weekend at our place so we could play for two days without having to work, two whole uninterrupted days of Sexsexsexsex! She was also eager to tell us about a brief encounter she had had with her new next door neighbor, she had only spoken to him for a few seconds but she liked what she saw. It was almost 2:00pm when we finished and headed home and it was snowing pretty heavy. I tuned the Pathfinder's radio to an all news station and the weather forecast was grim. High winds and heavy snow and a big plunge in temperature was on the door steps, white out conditions would be in effect and it was due to hit with in the next hour or two at most. Shit, said Les, good thing we picked up some wine looks like we might get snowed in. I wouldn't bet against it. I said. I going to pull over and lock us up, I think four wheels are in order for this trip home. when we got home there was a message on the machine, it was from Pam, she was going to be a bit late for the party cause the roads were shit but she would come over as soon as she put the car up. Les and I put away the goodies and she went to take a bubble bath so she would be nice and fresh for the party, I changed into a pair of cut offs and a sweat shirt and mixed a drink and sat down at the PC thinking I might be inspired or something. In stead, I found my self day dreaming of Les and Pam naked in front of the fire place entwined on the oval hook rug in candle light back lit by the imitation flames of the electric fire. I was getting a hard on the day dream so real I could hear the two of them moaning in pleasure. Then, as some times happens I poped out of it and thats when I realized the moaning wasn't Les and Pam moaning in bliss it was the wind. It was moaning around the eves and at the windows and as I listened It grew in volume. It went from a moan to a screech in just a few mins, and was gaining in volume. About that time Les came into the spare bedroom I use as an office and with a towel warped around her neck, said, is that the wind? Yep, sounds like its going to be a bad one. I hope Pam makes it home ok. said Les, heading back to her bath. I mentioned that I was Boy Scout, always prepared so I dug out my tools, I'm pretty handy around the house and I know a bit about electrical stuff so I decided to hook up the generator just in case the power went off. I had just tightened the last screw when the lights went out. My chance to be a hero for the night, I didn't let it slip by, I pulled the starter cord and with a soft purr the lights came back on. Happy as a clam at high tide and not just a little proud of my self I went to the bath to tell Les how I had single handedly saved the week end. With a great big grin I turned into the bathroom from the hall to see Les laid back in the tub soap bubbles half way to the soap dish the lights turned off with four or five candles burning all around the room. Hi babe, she said, is Pam here yet? Oh well, I was a Knight hero a few months ago, one shouldn't expect to much I suppose. I was in the kitchen freshing my drink around six thirty when I heard Pam holler, where is every one, Shit it's snowing like the devil out there and my lights are out. How come you guys got lights? Pam had had her own key to our apt. since the third day we knew her so I wasn't surprised that she just popped in. Besides the phones were all most certainly out as well as the power. In here, I yelled, come on back I'll fix you a drink to take the chill off. I took down another glass from the cabinet and poured her a stiff rum and coke, her poison, as I turned around to hand her the glass I almost dropped it. Pam wind blown, [but still ravishing] was standing in the kitchen doorway with an embarrassed look on her face and a guy standing right behind her. Ah, Tim, this is Ben. He's my new neighbor and since our lights are out I didn't think you guys would mind if I brought him over. How come you got lights any way? Well, even surprised by Ben and all if you think I was going to pass this up......hero time. Oh,umm, I have a generator and I thought I might hook it up just in case......you know..I. I said, fluttering my hands as if it was a small thing. Tim your a genius. Pam said. Well,hero..genius,whats in a name. beaming and intending to make the best of Ben's presence I walked up extended my hand and said, Hey Ben nice to meet ya, want a drink? Les came in dressed in a pair of cut offs and a half T drying her hair with a towel and gave me a whats this look then turned on her thousand watt smile on Ben. Ben, this is my wife Leslie, Les this is Pam's new neighbor Ben. I fixed Ben his drink and took him into the living room the gals went to the bathroom to do what ever the hell they do in there and I ask Ben, So, Ben what do you do?................Leslie I'm sorry, I was really looking for ward to the whole weekend but I couldn't let him sit there in the dark and cold could I? It's ok Pam I know how it is and he is kinda cute, do you think he plays? I don't know yet but I do know he wants in my pants bad so if I can get him in the sack I can find out all about him. Well we can play all weekend long next week and we still have Saturday afternoon and Sunday so I'll tell Tim what the new plan is, I'm sure it will be ok with him too.
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