At the door was Candy. She had bags in her hand and I invited her in and helped her with them. “I saw you at the market and I saw what you bought. I picked up some cooked shrimp and wine to go with it all. I make a mean cocktail sauce. Marsha and I had a chance to talk today. We decided that we’d like to take care of you and all your needs but we would mostly take turns. Are you OK with that?”
“I thought the two of you were going to kill me last night!”
“You have to realize that between us there was almost forty years of pent up wantonness. Occasionally we would still like to do threesomes but we promise to not hurt you so much.” She moved closer and stroked my semi-hard cock before hooking her thumbs in the band of my trunks and pulling them down. “Can we cook and eat alfresco tonight?” She didn’t wait for an answer but pulled off her top, chemise, and bra before pulling off her slacks and thong. She bent over and kissed my cock. “Poor baby! I promise to be gentle tonight.”
We cooked and ate in almost silence out by the pool. I had put on some mood music and as we ate I felt her soft foot move up to gently fondle my cock. I have to admit to a bit of a foot fetish. One of the best hand-jobs I ever got was actually a foot-job. We complimented each other on the main course and the shrimp and wine as we loaded the dishwasher. As she bent over to put the plates on the bottom rack I was tempted to tease her rosebud but I just wasn’t sure I could follow through.
She must have felt my eyes on her butt. “I want to feel that big cock in there, and I know you like it too, but it can wait.” I had never gone anal with Brenda. She wouldn’t allow it and I honored her wishes, but I said nothing to Candy. We went to bed and I spent most of the night eating her juicy pussy before giving her a long and soft fucking. In the morning I woke to her gently massaging some very soothing balm into the skin of my cock. She didn’t finish me but because of all the recent activity I needed a little break.
I watched her pad to the shower and enjoyed the view as she soaped her soft body and washed her hair. She got dressed as I watched. “I’m pretty booked all day. Marsha just sent me a text saying that she would be here at four and was bringing Chinese food with her.” She leaned over to give me a nice warm kiss. “Have a nice day and tonight enjoy Marsha.”
I showered and went to my home office. I had been considering offering to go back out on the road when Kelly went to college but, in truth what little bit of travel I had done in the last eight or nine years had been a pain in the ass with all the heightened security and restrictions. The idea of having two very sensual women ready to please me, either one at a time or in tandem, pushed my decision to maintain the status quo at work to finality.
Marsha and I enjoyed the Chinese food. Romance and foreplay seem to be much more important to her than it is to Candy. The night was tender and sweet until she finally climaxed. Her orgasms are like fireworks on New Years eve.