Chapter 1
I walked through the front door of Boondocks and scanned around the room as I made my way to the bar. Frank sat to my left, a large man with a red face obscured by a full white beard. His eyes were glassy from an evening of drinking. I see him here often. He’s a nice guy, but he’s not the type I would spend my time with.
To my right was a cute redhead that was continuously checking her phone. She doesn’t look up at me as I walk by, obviously distracted by something. I’ll keep my eye on her and see if anything happens.
Just beyond the redhead is a couple sitting on the same side of the bench of a booth on the far side of the bar. They look to be in their mid 20’s. His arm wrapped around the brunette’s shoulders, and she smiled as he nibbled at her earlobe.
There were maybe 20 people or so sitting at the various tables in front of the stage as a homely woman sang a shitty, off-key rendition of Concrete Blonde’s Joey. God, I hate that song, and having a voice of a toad does not help. I honestly don’t know why I keep coming here for karaoke night. Nix that, I know exactly why I come here. I like being the center of attention.
I sat at the bar with my back facing the small stage and waited for Marcus to come over.
“Hey Janelle, the typical?” the bartender asks.
“Of course,” I answer.
Marcus pours a generous portion of Tito’s into the drink and fills the glass with cranberry juice. He then slides the tumbler toward me.
“Has anyone sounded good tonight?” I asked.
“Between you and me, not yet. Mason and Carrie didn’t come in tonight, and you haven’t gone up. Do you know what you’re going to sing?”
“I do, but I’ll keep it a surprise for now.”
I lifted the weighted glass to my lips and drew in the elixir, allowing the tart flavor to cascade across my tongue. I began flipping through my contacts until I saw “DJAdam Karaoke.”
Janelle – George Michael – Cowboys and Angels | Send
With my text message now sent, the singer completed the weak and breathy outro to complete the song.
“Angry anymoooooooore.”
I cringed as I took another sip of my cosmopolitan.
There was a little feedback as the singer handed the microphone to Adam.
“Let’s hear it for Marcia!”
There were a few handclaps, but it was an abysmal response.
“And next up is…Tito singing Hero From Enrique Iglesias,” Adam says.
“Hmm. good song,” I say quietly, turning around in my seat.
Tito steps on stage, taking the mic from Adam, and stands center stage.
He isn’t much to look at, probably in his early thirties, short, a bit heavy with a silly mustache.
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He sang well, that was until he got to the chorus, “I can be your hero, baby!”
His voice was powerful, clean, emotional, and on key! I feel myself melt as I begin to swoon.
Even if he doesn’t have the appearance, I could listen to his voice all night long.
I turned to Marcus and asked, “Who is this guy? He’s so good!”
“I know…right? That’s Tito, my boyfriend,” he says.
I feel my heart sink with that realization.
“Lucky guy,” I say as I turn back toward the stage as Tito finishes his song.
“Let’s hear it for Tito, and next up is one of our regulars. Let’s welcome Janelle to the stage, and she will be singing Cowboys and Angels from Geroge Michael.”
I set a napkin over the mouth of my glass and stand. I run my hands over the thin fabric of my sundress, flattening out the creases, then make my way to the stage. I take the mic from Tito and whisper into his ear.
“That was so good!”
“Thank you,” he said with a slight nod and a smile.
I take my position on stage and close my eyes; I then begin to sway as the piano section begins. As the drums start up and the song shifts, I feel a rush of adrenaline. As I sing, my eyes roam around the room, noticing that all eyes are on me. I can’t help but smile a little, knowing I have the attention I crave. As the song continues, I walk around to each table and serenade the various patrons until I find myself at the couple on the far side of the room.
“Take this man to your place
Maybe his hands will help you forget
Please be stronger than your past
The future may still give you a chance.”
As I finished the song, I leaned in toward the brunette at the table.
“Go on, kiss her,” the man said as he looked into my eyes.
I don’t know what came over me, but I did as he had instructed. I hesitated for a moment and finally brought my lips to meet hers. Lost in the moment, I could barely make out the cheers of the people. Instead, I felt her lips part, and I deepened our kiss. I snapped back into the moment and took her head between my hands as I pulled my lips from hers.
I felt my face warm as I blushed, realizing what I had just done.
“Oh my God,” the woman said.
“That was fucking hot, babe,” he said just loud enough for me to hear.
I walked back to the stage and handed the microphone to Adam.
“What the hell was that?” Adam said, whispering into my ear.
“I don’t know,” I said, still feeling warmth in my cheeks.
Embarrassed, I decided to finish my drink and leave for the night. I sat back at the bar but couldn’t look at Marcus.
“May I get my check, please?” I said as the outro to my song concluded.
Moments later, Marcus places a piece of paper in a glass sitting on the bar. I don’t even bother looking at the amount. Instead, I reach into my purse, pull out my credit card, then place it into the glass. Marcus takes the card and returns a little while later with the signature slip.
I add a ten-dollar tip and sign the check, and make my way out of the building. However, as I pass the table, making sure not to make eye contact with the couple, I feel someone grab my hand.
“Don’t go,” the woman says.
“Please, sit,” the man’s gravelly voice said.
“I uhh, I need to go,” I said, rejecting their offer.
“Please,” the woman said, almost in a begging tone.
“Alright,” I say, finally giving in and sitting next to the couple.
“I’ve never kissed a girl before,” the brunette says.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” I said.
“Don’t be sorry. It was hot as fuck,” the man says.
“I don’t know why, but that song puts me in a…mood,” I say, trying to explain my behavior.
“We were about to take leave ourselves, but we were wondering…” the brunette’s face grew red as her voice trailed off.
“What?” I asked.
“If you’re not doing anything else tonight, would you like to come home with us?” the man said.
My mind raced. I’m usually subdued, and something like this would have been out of the question. It had been months since I had last been fucked, and the thought of breaking that streak made my heart race.
“I don’t know,’ I said.
“She’s never been with a woman before, but we’ve talked about it for a while now,” he says, explaining the situation.
“I’ve always wanted to do this, but I haven’t figured out how to take the initiative,” the brunette says, looking into my eyes with her big, beautiful, blue doe eyes.
She brought her lips to mine once again and placed her hand on my thigh. My heart begins to race as I feel my panties becoming wet.
“Okay,” I say.
“Anne, go with Janelle, and I’ll meet you at the house,” he says.
“Alright,” Anne says with a devilish smile.
We slide out from the booth and walk through the glass door at the entrance. We continue walking through the parking lot until he stops at a silver Jaguar.
“This is me,” he says as he leans in to kiss the brown-haired woman. “I’ll see you both back at the house.”
He enters the car and pulls away while Anne and I walk to my Mustang.
“Oh! that’s cute!’ Anne says with a giddiness to her voice.
“Thank you, are you ready?’ I ask.
She bites down on her lower lip and slowly nods.
We enter the car and pull out of the parking space. Then make our way to the couple’s house.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Annie says, breaking the silence.
“To be honest, I have been so horny lately. I’ve hit a bit of a dry spell lately. I keep hoping to hit
it off with someone, but it hasn’t happened,” I say.
“I’ve been horny too.”
“Oh, yea?” I say, sliding my hand over her left breast.
I can make out the small bump of her nipple through the fabric. I slide my hand into the waistband of her yoga pants; they stretch around my wrist. I then position my hand beneath the thin fabric of her silk panties. Her mound is smooth and bare, just like my own. She parts her legs, inviting me to touch more of her. I take a momentary glance toward her, she had her head tilted back against the headrest, and her eyes clamped shut. I lightly slide my middle finger over the hood of her clit, causing a moan to escape from her lips.
Anne struggled to speak, “make a right at the light, then a left at the stop sign.”
She began to tilt her pelvis upright until my fingertip rested at her moist entrance.
“Mmm-hmm,” she said with a moan.
I collected her wetness along the tip of my finger and curled the finger upward, causing it to slip inside.
“Oh, fuck!” the woman said with a whimper.
My fingertip slowly stroked along her inner walls causing Anne’s heartbeat to increase. I could feel her pussy ungulate against my finger, and the faster I moved my finger, the more I could feel her pulsate. Just up ahead was the silver Jaguar parked in the driveway.
“This is it,” Anne said with a wave of her finger.
I pulled my hand from her waistband and drew my finger into my mouth, collecting her juices with my tongue.
“My panties are soaked,” she says, but I already knew this. “Come on.”
Chapter 2
My mind raced. Jim and I had talked about having a threesome, but I never actually believed we’d act on it. I’d check women out and point them out to Jim. It was apparent that we had similar tastes. Janelle is a little shorter than I am. I’d venture to guess she’s around five foot four. Her tight nipples pressed into the thin fabric of her yellow sundress, the hem resting just above her tanned knees. Loose strands of her wavy hair fell onto her face. She wore a light perfume with hints of vanilla and spice that I found quite pleasing.
“Come on,” I said, taking Janelle by the hand and leading her to the front door.
I turned the handle and pushed the door inward.
“Babe?” Jim said from the bedroom.
“Yea, we’re coming,” I said with a giggle.
“Not yet, you’re not,” Jim said with a loud chuckle.
I placed my hand against Janelle’s lower back and gently guided her into the bedroom. Sitting at the foot of the bed was Jim, wearing his red silk pajama bottoms and a matching robe. The robe itself was sitting loose, exposing his muscular chest. He must have been driving like a bat out of hell to get here with enough time to change.
“So, I was thinking, since this will be Anne’s first time with another woman, would you mind if I filmed it? It’s fine if you don’t,” Jim had asked.
Shocked by such a direct approach, I voiced my protest.
“Babe! No.”
“Oh, come on. It will be fun,” Jim said with an exaggerated beg. “I’ll be the director and call the scenes.”
“Babe!” I said again, my irritation coming through in my voice.
“It’ll be fine. Just keep it to yourselves,” Janelle said sternly.
Oddly enough, Janelle had put me at ease.
“Fine. What do you want us to do, mister director?” I said with a playful but mocking tone.
Jim opened the closet and pulled out one of his shoulder-mounted cameras.
“Just get comfortable on the bed,” Jim said as he pointed with his free hand.
Janelle and I did as directed, sitting cross-legged toward the top of the bed mere inches from each other. I could feel the warmth emanating from her arm.
“Perfect, I want you to kiss as you had done at the bar.”
I turned my head toward Janelle, but she was already leaning in for a kiss. She brought her hand up to my cheek, gently pulling me toward her. I closed my eyes as her soft lips pressed against mine. My lips parted, inviting her tongue to meet mine.
“Mmmm,” I moaned as Janelle rubbed over my nipple with the knuckle of her index finger, then her hand gently began to kneed at my ample breast. With our lips still pressed against each other’s, Janelle ran her hands down my sides to my hips and slid her hands underneath my shirt.
“Yes,” Jim said with approval.
My shirt was lifted and tossed aside, exposing my wide hips and thin waist.
“That’s a cute bra, but it’ll look better on the floor,” Janelle said coyly.
Our lips met once more as she ran her hands around the fabric of my purple bra and expertly unfastened the hooks. She pulled the straps down over my shoulders and tossed the bra playfully aside.
“I love your tits,” she said as she massaged them.
Janelle slowly dragged her tongue over my nipple and blew over the wet surface. My areola tightened as my nipple hardened, then she began to suck them into her mouth. I felt my muscles tense as her tongue flicked over each of my nipples.
“Let’s get you out of these, too,” Janelle said, pushing me down onto my back.
I arched my hips upward as her fingers hooked into the waistband of my pants. The tight black fabric slid down over my long legs until she stopped at my ankles.
“And what do we have here?” Janelle said, looking into the camera.
“Holy shit! She’s already that wet?” Jim said, pointing the camera toward the strip of white cream inside the leggings, then brought it up to the dark purple fabric of my thong.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, I brought my knees together, blocking my pussy from the camera’s view.
“Stop it!” I said as I swung my knees from side to side.
The camera moved over to Janelle, who was pulling her sundress over her body. She was wearing some cute, lacey, turquoise boy shorts. I can tell by the thin mesh that she was probably waxed bare. The underside of her panties had also darkened by her wetness. Her nipples were pink and surrounded by the light skin of her areolas. While the camera was distracted, I removed my flats and the leggings, freeing my ankles.
“Come here, pretty girl,” Janelle said.
She guided me onto my feet and slowly pulled my panties down until they fell at my ankles. I stepped out from the thin material. Janelle’s hands squeezed and circled my firm ass. Then the sound of a sharp crack filled the air as she slapped my right cheek. I squeaked at the unexpected pain.
“I can see her peeking at me between your thighs,” she said as she ran her fingers between my slit. I quivered at her gentle touch.
I could see the bulge of my husband’s cock press against the silk fabric, forming a perfect outline.
I turned to Janelle and said, “Want to suck my husband’s cock?”
“Mmm, okay,” she said, licking her lips.
We positioned ourselves side by side before Jim and undid the button of his pajamas. His hard cock passed between the slit of the fabric. I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick dick and angled it to our guest. She flicked her tongue over the sensitive underside of his head, kissed the tip, and lowered her lips down to his base.
“Oh fuck,” he said with a moan, then weaved his fingers through the hair on the back of her head.
As she began to bob up and down over his rod, he thrust his hips back and forth. I lowered my head, took one of his balls into my mouth, and began to suck gently.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he moaned, trying to keep the camera focused on Janelle.
She pulled her mouth away, and mine took its place. Janelle pulled my hand away and began stroking him into my mouth. I sucked at his tip and felt his tip swell, then came the salty taste of his precum. Jim moaned loudly as he quickly pulled his cock from my lips, the released pressure creating a popping sound. As he stood there, his cock raised and lowered as it throbbed in place, then from his tip, a steady stream of silky clear fluid began to flow. It ran down the purple surface and fell as a string onto the ground.
“That was close,” Jim said between heavy breaths. “Babe, take off her panties so I can fuck her before I blow.”
Jim’s robe and pants fell to the floor as I pulled Janelle’s panties down, exposing her smooth pussy. Curious, I ran my tongue over her entrance, collecting the glistening juice between her lips. It had a smooth texture and tasted salty yet sweet.
“There’s a condom in my purse,” Janelle said, pointing toward the door.
I jumped from the bed and went to her purse, undoing the latch and pulling out a Trojan Ultra Thin. I bit at the corner and pulled away, ripping the foil sleeve. As I turned around, I saw that
Janelle had lowered herself to the foot of the bed. Jim was running his tip between her lips and teased her entrance. I pinched at the top of the condom and slowly unfurled it along my husband’s cock. Holding him at his base, I positioned the tip at her entrance and flicked it upwards, catching her cunt with his head. Her body spasmed with every flick.
“Please,” Janelle moaned.
I eased the head of his cock just within the threshold and held him in place with the ring
formed by my thumb and index finger. Then his hips lurched forward as he drove into Janelle.
“Oh, God!” Janelle screamed, followed by the sound of his balls slapping her ass.
I rejoined the two of them on the bed and raised my leg over her head, and lowered my pussy down to her mouth, which met with the rapid lashing of her tongue. I felt a tingle in my pussy as I met her gaze between my cleavage. Her hands gripped my ass as she pulled me down around her rigid tongue. I reached down, taking her hair in my fist while she pushed and pulled her tongue from within me. Between the thrusting of her tongue, the sound of Jim driving into our new friend, his moans, and her screams of pleasure, it didn’t take long for my pussy to start contracting around her tongue. My thighs began to shake as my body jerked in what seemed to be endless spasms as waves of pleasure flooded over my body. I pinched my nipples and rocked my hips until my orgasm subsided.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum!” Jim said with a guttural moan as the pace of his thrusts increased.
I turned around just as Janelle began to scream, right in time to watch her clit twitch from an apparent orgasm. She wrapped her elbows around her knees, giving Jim’s camera a new angle. He slowed to long and controlled thrusts as her swollen pussy engulfed him. He focused on every inch of pleasure until his nose scrunched up. I know the look well, and he won’t last much longer.
“Oh, Fuck!” he growled.
“Cum, baby,” I purred.
He slid out from her, and his cock sprang to life. I reached out, taking his cock in my hand, and watched his white cum collect at the reservoir of the condom. I yanked the condom away and jerked at the slippery cock as a second, third, and fourth contraction threw thick white lines of cum over her body. He rested the tip of his cock against her clit as cum ran between her lips and pooled at her opening.
Janelle shuddered as I dragged my tongue down over her body, starting at her tits and following the lines of semen down to her cunt. I collected my husband’s spunk and swallowed the thick, salty liquid. As I started collecting the remaining rope, Janelle said with a whimper, “Let me taste.”
I took her head between my hands and brought my lips to meet hers. Then with parted lips, I pushed his seed into her mouth. Then, with a swallow, there was nothing left.
Oh, but there was!
I pushed my husband to the side and positioned myself between Janelle’s legs, where I lowered my tongue to her creamy pussy. My tongue explored every fold, collecting my husband’s seed. While I was cleaning up her smooth pussy, she took my hair into her fists and pulled my lips up to her clit. My tongue traced around the nub, running side to side and sucking it hard into my mouth. Jim had the camera positioned above her tits and zoomed, taking a close-up of me eating out this pretty girl.
“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!” she squealed as her clit sprang to life.
I could feel it twitch between the suction of my lips; her warm juices began to run down my chin onto my chest. When her orgasm waned, she pulled me toward her. With my chest pressed against hers, we kissed for the last time that night. I fell asleep while cuddled against my new lover. Unfortunately, my sleep was cut short. She tried to slide out from beneath me.
“Hey,” I said with a smile.
“Hey, I need to go,” Janelle said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
“Will I get to see you again?”
Janelle just smiled and said, “I know where you live.”
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