Riley's Bar Ch. 07byJust Plain Bob©
When I got back to my apartment there was a message on my answering machine to call my brother. I called him and he told me that what we had talked about at the courthouse was doable and I told him to go ahead and do it. Then I went to bed and slept like a log.
Friday was a busy day at work and even though I had my hands full trying to finish the job I was on by the end of the day I was still able to think about my evening with Susan and Gary and wonder if I would ever do something like that again.
I also gave some thought to my date with Freda that night after work. I wondered if Candy was right and if so how would Freda play things. Play hard to get to lead me on or straight to fucking my brains out to enslave me with hot sex? And of course there was the third possibility – none of the above. Candy could be wrong and it could turn out that Freda was simply curious over whether I was a 'sissy boy' or not.
I finished the job and then hurried home to shower and change. I put on my only suit and then headed out to pick up Freda. We had dinner at Harry's Steak House and then went to Cineplex 2 to see "Australia." Dinner was a little awkward because of the language problem, but we got through it and the movie went better because we didn't talk during it although I did wonder if she understood any of it. Half way through the picture Freda's left hand found its way to my right and we held hands for the rest of the show.
After the movie we headed for the Black Mushroom for drinks and dancing. As soon as we were in the car Freda slid over next to me and put her left hand on my leg. Not a word was said on the way to the Mushroom. I paid the cover and we found an empty table, ordered drinks and then Freda pulled me off my chair and led me out onto the dance floor. A slow number was being played and Freda moved in close and pressed her body into mine. That alone should have proved to her I was no 'sissy boy' since my cock was rock hard and pushing into her leg.
"Oh ho, my sissy boy like Freda" she said as she ground her leg into my erection.
"I think you know by now that I'm not a sissy boy. You are feeling the proof with your leg."
"Okay yes I feel, but you still my sissy boy."
We finished the dance and our drinks came. Freda picked up hers and chugged it down then she set the glass down on the table and said:
"Sissy boy take me home now" and she grabbed her purse and stood up. I didn't even get a chance to take one sip of my drink, but I didn't argue. I was just too curious. That I was "her sissy boy" intrigued me and I had to see where things were going.
When we got to the truck I went to open the door for her but she pushed my hand away from the doo handle and instead she reached for the handle to the back door. She pulled the back door open and said:
"Back seat sissy boy."
I guess I was a little too slow for her so she pushed me into the truck and I ended up on my back on the back seat. Freda's hands went to my zipper and she pulled it down and then worked my cock out of my pants and that was no easy thing because it was rock hard solid. She did get it out and as she stroked it she said:
"Nice deek for a sissy boy."
Her hands moved up and down on it for several seconds and then she bent and took me in her mouth. She sucked me for maybe a minute and then she mounted me. She had taken her panties off sometime during the night (if she even had any on when I picked her up) and she was so wet that I slid right in.
"Sissy boy like hot pussy?"
"Oh yeah" I said as I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. Suddenly she 'yelped' and pulled herself off of me. Her cunt hairs had gotten caught in my zipper and when she rose up a few of them were pulled out.
"Come on sissy boy" she said as she pushed the door open, "We go your place."
I was no sooner out of the lot than she slid over next to me and took my cock out again. "Nice deek sissy by, I play with" and she slowly stroked it all the way to my apartment.
I led her into the bedroom and watched her strip as I undressed. As the last piece of her clothing hit the floor I realized I was in big trouble. She was a Teutonic goddess, a living, breathing Valkyrie. Tall, blond, blue eyed and stacked. I had serious doubts that I was going to be able to do her justice. Did I have enough left after the last two nights with Susan to give Freda all that her magnificence deserved? If I didn't would Freda start really thinking I was a sissy boy?
Freda lay back on the bed, spread her legs and then pulled her pussy lips apart with her hands.
"You like sissy boy? You want? Come sissy boy, show Freda you want."
I got on the bed and moved between her legs and she put her hands on my head and pushed me down.
"Eat sissy boy, eat."
I munched on her muffin for a couple of minutes and then she pushed my head away and said:
"Now sissy boy, in me. Put your sissy boy deek in me."
After that I was like a bronc rider trying to hang on and get my eight second ride. She bucked and screamed and it was all I could do to hang on. It was the absolute most furious fuck of my life. I don't know how many times she came before I finally got my release, but if all the hollering, yelling and screaming were any indication it was a bunch.
As I lay there next to Freda trying to catch my breath and recover she reached down and fondled my limp dick and said:
"Plenty good for sissy boy. We do again."
It was a statement and not a question and she slid down and took my cock in her mouth. It took her a bit, but she got me standing tall and then said:
"You hard sissy boy. We do" and she moved over me and lowered herself onto my cock. She rode me cowgirl for almost ten minutes and then I rolled her over onto her back and pounded her as hard as I could while she had several orgasms. I finally drove myself hard into her and came and then I rolled off of her onto my back beside her. I lay there huffing and puffing and afraid that I might even pass out if she wanted to go again. Freda tucked herself into me and said:
"I no done sissy boy. You rest and we do again."
I was so pooped that I fell asleep. I don't know how much later it was when I woke up with a mouth on my cock. Freda felt me move and she looked up at me, took her mouth off me and said:
"Soon sissy boy, soon. Freda get you ready."
She did get me ready even though it took her a while. She pulled me on top of her, wrapped her long legs around me, sank her nails in my ass and said:
"Hard sissy boy, hard."
When I came I am sure that nothing came out of the head of my cock but puffs of dust. I was praying that Freda was satisfied by then because I seriously doubted that I would be able to get hard again for days. Freda pulled me to her and said:
"We sleep now sissy boy."
I fell almost immediately to sleep.
The ringing of the phone woke me up and I looked at the bedside clock and saw that t was almost ten. Freda was still asleep beside me with her blond hair spread like a fan over her pillow. I reached across her and picked up the cordless phone.
"Good morning stud. How are you doing?"
"Susan has been telling me about your Thursday night for two days now. If half of what she says is true, then yes – stud!"
"Not hardly. Apparently she didn't tell you that I pooped out on her at the end."
"I reached a point where I could no longer answer the call. She ended up having to settle for just Gary."
"Well stud, from her description of the night she does not feel short changed at all."
I was lying on my back with the phone at my ear and looking up at the ceiling when I felt a hand begin playing with my cock and I was surprised big time when it started to respond. I would have bet my next paycheck that there was no way in hell that I would be able to get it up again for days.
"The reason I'm calling lover is to find out if we can get together this afternoon?"
I felt the bed shift as Freda moved and then I felt a hot mouth take the place of the hand.
"I'm sorry Marge, but I'm going to my brother's this afternoon. It is my nephew's birthday and I expect that it will run late."
By the time I had disconnected from Marge Freda had me standing tall and when I reached over to put the phone back in its base she pulled me on top of her.
"Fook me sissy boy, fook me hard."
When I dropped her off at her place she said, "I Wednesday off again. I see you okay sissy boy?"
For an instant I considered saying that I was busy that Wednesday, but only for an instant. Candy's warnings shot through my mind and I remembered telling her that I had no intention of letting Freda get her hooks in me, but that night had been so damned hot!
"Yes baby, Wednesday."
She laughed. I baby, you sissy boy."
I walked her to the door of her apartment and after she opened the door she turned and kissed me and it was a scorcher. "I glad you are my sissy boy" and she turned and went into her apartment.
As I drove back to my place I thought back over the last couple of days and I was amazed that I had survived them. I was equally amazed that any of it had happened to me at all. Here I was fucking damned near everything in sight and it was all because I wouldn't cheat on Elaine and it was because I kept my dick in my pants that Leslie took up with me and then every thing led from that. And that gave me a problem I was going to have to figure out how to handle. There was Marge and there was Freda. I liked playing with both of them, but could I do it at the same time or was I going to have to choose? Marge didn't want a committed long term relationship and that was fine with me. Freda was an unknown. I knew what Candy told me that she had overheard and if it was true I knew that I wasn't going to let it happen. But there was the language thing and maybe Candy had misunderstood what she'd heard. I knew that I still wanted more of Freda. I drove home and was asleep the instant my head hit the pillow.
I woke up at noon and drove over to my brother's place and we celebrated Kyle's 16th birthday and my brother and I talked a bit about Elaine and her lawyer and he told me he might have something for me by the middle of the coming week.
Sunday I went by Marge's place and nothing sexually happened. Her period had started two days early, so we drank beer and played cribbage until it was time for me to go home.
Monday I had to work some overtime and it was nearly seven when I got to Riley's. Candy was taking a tray of drinks to a table and as she walked by me she said:
I stuck my tongue out at her and joined the group at the tables. Candy brought me a PBR and when I took my first pull on the bottle I noticed Leslie on the other side of the table. She winked at me and curiosity got the better of me and so I got up and asked her to dance.
"I haven't seen much of you in here lately."
"Yeah but you will being seeing more of me from now on."
"I just dumped one hundred and eighty pound of dead weight."
"I hate to appear dense, but what does that mean?"
"I caught Rory with another woman and I kicked him to the curb. You still hanging with Marge?"
"We see each other as I'm sure Susan has told you."
"Well, I know about the threesome she was going to have with you and Marge that never came off. I know about your Wednesday night. Susan couldn't wait to call me and tell me how much she liked having anal and I got a blow by blow description of your Thursday night, but she hasn't said anything about Marge and you."
"Marge and I aren't really a couple, but we do see each other two or three times a week."
"Was what she told me about Thursday true? Did you and Gary really both do her at the same time? One in the pussy and one in the ass?"
"Yes Leslie my sweet, all of it is true and we all have you to thank for it."
"Me? How do I get the credit?"
"Susan and Marge chose me because you told Susan that I could be trusted to keep my mouth shut."
"Really? Then I guess you owe me one. Any chance I could collect tonight?"
"Sorry, but I've already committed to Marge."
"Maybe Marge will let me join you."
"Why would she do that?"
"I'm sure that you know about Marge and Susan."
"I've been known to participate with them and your threesome with Marge and Susan didn't come off so maybe there is a chance we could make it work with Marge and me."
"I'll be honest with you sweetie. Marge is 'out of order' tonight and even if she wasn't I don't think there is any way I could handle the two of you tonight. I still haven't recovered from Wednesday and Thursday. Maybe some other time, but even then you will have to talk to Marge about it, not me."
"Okay, but I'm not letting you forget that you owe me one."
I walked her back to her seat at the table and then I took my beer and joined Marge and Susan in their booth."
"We still on for tonight even though I'm a little defective?"
"We are even on cribbage games and we need to break the tie. And it is a good thing you are defective because I'm not sure that I would be able to do you justice after the hurt your buddy here put on me last week."
Susan laughed and said, "But it was fun and Gary wants to do it again. Not right away, but he says he would like to do it at least once a month."
"Oh no you don't" Marge said, "It's my turn next."
"Who are you going to get besides Rob?"
"Gary of course. We will keep it all in one tight little group. You, me, Gary and Rob."
"Whoa up there guys. I'm not all that sure that I want to get in the habit of doing things like that. As long as I have a say in the matter..."
"You don't" Marge and Susan said almost together.
"I don't what?"
"Have any say in the matter."
"No" Marge said. "You gave yourself to us when you agreed to our first proposal to do a threesome. You belong to us buddy-boy."
Susan laughed and said, "Don't make that face at us. You know damned well that you are the luckiest man in this room. There isn't one of your buddies sitting over there at that table who wouldn't give their right arm to be in your shoes."
"Come on girls, I'm only human. I'm not a perpetual hard on. You wore me out Thursday night Suze. If you can do that in one night how do you expect me to do what you are proposing?"
"In the first place, I didn't wear you out on Thursday and you know it. It was Thursday on top of Wednesday that drained you and when you stop and consider what you did those two nights running I don't think you have any reason to sit there and say 'poor me' and expect me to buy it."
Then Marge said, "It isn't going to be every night. Once a month for you, Susan and Gary and once a month for you, Gary, I and we can space them two weeks apart so that you can get plenty of rest."
"How do you even know that Gary will go along with it?"
"He will if he wants to keep me and Susan having threesomes with him."
"Got to get a move on" Susan said and she picked up her purse and left.
I asked Marge to dance and as we moved onto the dance floor and she moved into my arms she said:
"You don't really have to do a threesome with Gary and me if you don't want to."
"I didn't say that I didn't want to. I had a good time with Susan and Gary and I'm sure I would have an even better time with you and Gary."
"Sure. You and I have a lot going for us; much more than I had going with Susan. My problem is too much too quick."
"Too much too quick?"
"Yeah. For years and through two marriages I was a faithful husband and enjoyed sex with my wives two and three times a week. Suddenly I'm divorced and sex seems to have taken over my life. I shouldn't complain because it all has been extremely enjoyable, but in reality I'm fairly conservative and having multiple partners is a stretch for me. I'm not sure that I want to get into it too deeply. I'm more of a one woman at a time guy."
"Like I said sweetie, you don't have to do it, but I would like to try it at least once and I would really rather it be with someone I know pretty well and would be comfortable doing it with and that would pretty much be you."
"I'll do it with you at least once baby, but I'm not promising that I'll do it twice a month."
"As long as I get to do it once I'll be happy. Who knows, I may not even like it."
When the song ended I walked her back to her booth and she picked up her purse and said:
"I'm going to go home and soak in the tub. I'm cramping a little, but I should be ready to play on Wednesday okay?"
It was on the tip of my tongue to say yes when I remembered that Wednesday was Freda's day off and she was expecting me.
"How about Thursday? I have to go over to my cousin's on Wednesday and I probably won't leaving his place until late."
"Thursday it is then."
As she walked toward the door I felt bad about fibbing to her. I'm not usually that kind of guy. We had an understanding that we were not going to be forever and I could have old her I had a date and she probably would have accepted that, but for some reason I didn't feel that it would be good for everyone concerned if she knew it was someone else from the bar.
Tuesday after work I skipped going to the bar and went straight home. I figured if I went to bed early and got a good nights sleep I'd be in shape for my date with Freda. Wednesday at three my cell phone beeped and it was Freda.
"You at the bar meet me okay sissy boy?"
I said fine and after work I rushed home, showered and dressed and got to Riley's parking lot at six-ten. As I pulled into the lot Freda got out of her car and came over and got in mine. I headed for Angelina's. Angelina's had the best veal scaloppini I had ever eaten and I was looking forward to it when Freda slid over next to me and put her hand on the bulge in my trousers.
"Your place we go sissy boy" and she squeezed my cock. "This what I hungry for."
"Ooookay" I thought as I turned around and headed back toward my apartment.
Freda was insatiable. She just did not want to stop. We finally had to of course when I reached the point where Mr. Happy just refused to play any more. It was ten to two when Freda said, "I go now" and got up to get dressed. I drove her back to Riley's so she could pick up her car and as I pulled up next to it I asked her when we could get together again.
"No more sissy boy. This last time. Husband today from Germany come. He think I now at work. You still my sissy boy no?"
"Yes Freda, I'll always be your sissy boy."
"And I be baby?"
I pulled her to me and kissed her and then said, "You will always be baby."
She smiled at me and got out of the car and as she was getting in her car I saw Candy come out of the bar and as she walked to her car she looked at me and made the "shame, shame" sign with her fingers and then she got in her car and drove off.
To be continued.
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