Chapter 2
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We decided to walk from the coffeehouse to the jazz club we were playing at. It wasn’t that far. Plus, we’d get some exercise and save on the cab fare.
Even though dusk had given way to darkness, the city was no cooler with the sun down. Guy's entire shirt was quickly getting soaked with sweat. I was thankful that I had made him pack his suit and that he wasn’t wearing that as we walked. By the time we would reach the club, we'd definitely both be drenched in sweat. I looked down to study my flimsy tank top...it was soaking wet...clinging to my breasts...my n*****s poking through the sheer fabric...
Thankfully, the constant traveling, walking and lugging our gear across cities like DC kept us both in pretty good shape. We were at the time in life where staying in shape was becoming harder and harder. My mixed race heritage kept my skin youthful - I could easily pass for a young woman in her 20s. Guy, however, was starting to have a few gray hairs and a few more wrinkles when he smiled or laughed heartily. I really like his more “distinguished” look.
As we walked I said, “Guess who called?”
“Oh right, who called?” Guy asked.
“Kelsey from yoga.”
“Really? What did she want? We haven’t seen her in a long time.”
“She’s in DC now. She saw a poster on a bulletin board that we were playing here. She’s gonna try to make it down to the show.”
“Are you going to try to make it down on Kelsey after the show?” Guy asked with a wicked smile.
“See, you are a creeper!” I yelled playfully as I threw my empty paper espresso cup at Guy's head.
“Well, you sure wanted to back in the day!” he said gleefully.
“She’s just a friend. It will be nice to see her again.” I said professionally, knowing my hubby could see through my mind as easily as he could my shirt...
“Uh-huh,” Guy said, adding: “She’s just a friend that you talked about while we fucked.”
“Well, if it feels like there’s a connection tonight, maybe we’ll all end up very happy.”
As I said ‘very happy’ I gently flicked Guy's c**k, which I noticed had started to increase in girth as we talked.
“Oh - looks like you don’t mind the thought of Kelsey visiting us at the club.” I cooed.
What could he say? Of course he was excited. Opportunities like this is what every teenage boy lives for when he dreams of becoming a traveling musician: the possibility of one night stands in random cities.
Thankfully, I had the mind of a teenage boy too. One time I openly admitted to Guy that I dreamed of becoming a traveling musician for the same motivation: p***y.
“I want to pick up hot chicks in bars we play and f**k their brains out,” I had blurted out one night as we were making love.
This was many years ago.
“Excuse me?” Guy said as he kept sliding in and out of my tight, wet p***y.
“You know I’m bi. I told you before we got married.”
“Yes, I know.” Guy said. I felt his d**k swelling inside me.
I loved having conversations like this as we f****d. It just brought us even closer together.
In between his thrusts, I said: “I want to start exploring. Are you ok with that?”
“Of course,” he said as the rhythm of my hips began to match the rhythm of his thrusts. “What do you have in mind?”
“I want to be open with you. I want to tell you who I like, what I want to do to them, and I want us to try to make it happen.”
“Total honesty?” He asked.
“Total honesty,” I confirmed.
“Deal,” he said. “As long as we are always honest and open with each other, I want you to explore your bisexuality.”
“You don’t mind?”
“f**k,” he started thrusting harder and faster. “Of course not, women have something I don’t. They can give you something I can’t.”
“But you have something I want too!” I moaned.
“Good. You want this?” Guy asked as he pulled his c**k out of my soaking wet p***y and started slamming it against my slit.
“f**k, stop,” I moaned, “I need your c**k inside me.”
Guy kept teasing. Holding his rock hard d**k in his hands as he playfully slapped it against my p***y, being careful not to enter.
My body arched upwards towards his c**k and I tried to pull him in. Guy couldn’t resist any longer. He shoved his entire c**k with one hard thrust all the way inside of me. His balls felt my wetness and he remained motionless, allowing us both to feel the sensation of completeness - his c**k filling my warm and very tight cunt.
“I need your c**k, but I also need some pussy.” I whispered.
Guy leaned down, his muscular chest on mine. He whispered in my ear: “then let’s make sure we get you some good pussy.”
As he said this he filled my cunt with his warm, thick milky fluid. He didn’t pull out. Guy stayed inside of me as we held each other for the night. We fell asleep in our embrace.
And that was the start of our adventure. Things have never been the same.
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