The Canasta Club

Peggy had silky chestnut pubic hair, but either she was naturally sparse or she trimmed her pubes because there was virtually no obstacle preventing a view of the delicious-looking notch between her legs that I knew was just the first indication of her vaginal lips that bisected her legs. When she bent to remove the panties from one ankle, I was treated to a view of her hip forming a smooth curve from her waist to her knee and two delicious tits hanging in space and swaying in a manner that sets men's mouths to water.

When Peggy stood up, she stopped and looked at me gauging my reaction to her nakedness. I assumed that she saw lust in my eyes because that was what I was feeling. Peggy was beautiful in a way that Sharon could never be, and now she was starting to display the same raw sexuality that made Sharon desirable even without the looks. As my eyes trailed down her body from disheveled hair to red-painted toenails I was pleased with what Peggy brought to the party; delicious full soft breasts with pink areola and eraser-sized nipples, a smooth in-shape body with sinuous curves and an appealing "V" between her alabaster legs that begged to be probed and penetrated. It was apparent that Peggy was not unaware of her assets as she posed a moment for my benefit. Once she glanced at David and she raised her eyebrows, but I had no sense of what silent message passed between them.

Peggy turned and pulled down the comforter and sheets on their bed and arranged the pillows in such a way that we could crawl in and sit rather than lay. I asked David for the wine bottle and he jumped up to comply, his limp dick bouncing as he did so. When he returned, I filled Peggy's glass and my own and I crawled in beside her on the bed. We raised our glasses in a silent toast and snuggled together. I was sitting straight up, but Peggy threw one of her legs over mine and settled in resting on her right hip, her smooth thigh making a stark contrast with my hairy muscled one. In the position that we adopted it was easy to drink our wine and still kiss when we wanted. The only negative was seeing David stroking his cock in the chair that was now clearly in our line of sight. I dealt with this by ogling Peggy's succulent tits sagging against her chest and gulping the last couple of ounces of the chablis before reaching down and lifting one to my lips.

Over the years, I'd suckled a few women's nipples and I knew that even the ones that told me they weren't sensitive liked to be sucked, after all, that was what they were made for, so it was no surprise when Peggy felt my lips on her tender bud that she moaned a satisfied "Mmmmm," and smiled. When she saw that I'd finished my glass she set hers down and snuggled closer. With my lips engaged elsewhere, she satisfied herself by rubbing my neck and back with one hand and reaching for my now flaccid cock with the other. The grasp of her warm hand sent an immediate signal to my brain and I was happy that she could feel the blood begin to fill the channels with a rapid firming of the flesh. Peggy felt the muscle twitch and she looked at me with a sense of wonder at the reaction of this most mysterious organ. It wasn't the first time that I'd witnessed a woman's awed reaction to watching my penis erect in her hand, but it was always satisfying to watch.

Our mutual fondling was having a predictable effect. My cock had achieved almost a complete erection and Peggy was eying my steel and licking her lips. It was time to check her temperature. I hadn't yet touched her between her legs so I let go of her breast and slid my hand down to cover her mound. I loved the feeling of her and my fingers slipped easily down and into her slit. Peggy moaned "Mmmmmm," when she felt my fingers touch her most female place and her body jerked as her brain registered my touch. Unsurprisingly, Peggy was already well lubricated and her body was signaling that she would not object if I rolled over and mounted her, but I didn't want to rush it.

My fingers probed, seeking her center, and easily dipped into the opening of her vagina. I circled the rim which caused her to clench and mew another soft "Mmmmm." I considered burying my digit into her but first I needed to find her pleasure button. For some unknown reason, Nature's design has hidden a woman's sensitive clitoris beneath a protective flap of skin. Some protrude and are easy to find, others are shy and need a bit of teasing to emerge from hiding. I was curious about Peggy's so I rubbed her cunt just above her vaginal opening. She was oily and slick which usually meant that I might already find her clit exposed and throbbing and that proved to be the case. When my finger ran over her nub, her body jerked and her fingers clawed my skin as she moaned a long "Ahhhhh," but I felt something too. It was as if we both reacted to some unseen and unheard command. Our lips met trying to draw even more from each other, our bodies melded; flesh joining flesh. Her pussy juices covered my fingers and my cock lavished precum in a stream across her thigh; each of us endowing a liquid testament of our needs. Unbelievably my prick grew even more rigid till it was almost painful; every ridge and vein distended and pulsing.

Since we were lying side by side on the bed. I suspected that Peggy's breasts were sensitive but instinct is powerful and I felt my mouth being drawn again to her sagging flesh. As I suckled and nibbled her proud nipple Peggy spoke for the first time since we crawled into her bed. The utterance was somewhere between a sigh and a whimper and it was a long moan of just my name as first her hand reached for, and encircled my penis. She took hold of me and began firmly stroking me up and down. I could feel her soft hand rippling along the ridges and bumping over my sensitive hard glans.

I abandoned her nipple and repositioned myself to first, tongue-bathe the entirety of her flawless breasts, and then trail down her abdomen towards her sex. When my lips slipped into her pubic hair I noted its soft silken texture and I pressed my tongue hard against the slope of her pussy. To reach further, I pushed Peggy more onto her back and I rolled between her legs just as she spread her thighs to accommodate my obvious desire. My tongue explored, this time around the pouting lips of her pussy literally lapping the honey that seeped from between them. I paused to insert a finger, which I curled to locate her G-spot as the flat of my tongue massaged her clit. Peggy's fingers wrapped in my hair as she pushed my head toward her clit which I could see peeking out from beneath the skin of the little hood that covered it. Her hips rose to meet my questing tongue and fingers and her back began to arch. She was very close; her breath was rasping in her throat and I sensed that she had thrown her head back. The instant before she came she pushed my head away and her hips collapsed causing my finger to slide out of her and my lips to lose contact with her cunt. I heard her emit a long tortured moan and she rolled onto her side with her knees raised to her chest.

I pushed up beside her quivering body and wrapped my arms around her. I could feel the stiffness of my cock as it was pressed into the warmth between our bodies and I was surprised by how nice it felt in just that position. I closed my eyes for a moment and re-ran the last few moments again in my mind. I could still taste Peggy's pussy on my lips and while all women taste pretty much the same, her drool was a little oilier and a little sweeter than most and I wondered if she would be interested in that little bit of research. Rather, I again posed my question, "Tell me what you want."

For some reason, when Peggy had opened her eyes, she'd looked at David, still jerking his limp cock. I couldn't read her expression but I had a sense that a message had been exchanged between them. What it might have been, I didn't have a clue but when Peggy heard my question her attention quickly came back to me and her expression changed to one that I could only describe as excitement wrapped in a blanket of sadness. Her eyes looked deeply into mine for a moment before she answered. "I want... (pause), I want you... inside of me." The last three words came out as a gasp, but the desire was evident in her eyes. I rolled her onto her back and I got up on my knees facing her. She had bunched a pillow under her head and I could see her looking down at her body. With her knees bent and her feet flat on the bed, she hadn't yet spread them enough to accept me, but it seemed that she was playing to the moment. I put a hand on each of her raised knees and waited. When she raised her eyes to mine, I saw her dimpled smile and two things happened at once. First, she extended both arms in a beckoning motion and second, she opened her legs and I saw how excited she still looked even after one toe-curling orgasm.

Peggy's cunt was wet and her labia was covered with her juices and what remained of my saliva. The entrance to her vagina was visible as a slightly darker area between her lips and I knew that unless she had been lying to me, she could probably only take a few inches of me into her on the first thrust. I maneuvered into position between Peggy's legs and rubbed my cock along her slit and into her wetness causing her to mew her assent for what was about to happen. I leaned forward to support myself with one hand and used the other to guide the head of my penis into the opening of Peggy's vagina where I paused.

When Peggy had felt my cock slide along her slit, she'd arched her back and closed her eyes as her nerves registered the intimate contact, but I'd paused because I wanted to look into her eyes when she felt the first penetration. Soon, my patience was rewarded when I saw her eyelids flutter, Peggy raised her sensuous blue eyes and I could see that they conveyed raw sexual desire. I moved my arm to a second point of support beside her and Peggy's hands wrapped themselves around my straining biceps. All that was left was a thrust from my hips. It was the moment. Peggy nodded her readiness and after a pause, whispered, "Fuck me... fuck me good"

I pushed forward and hard into her pussy. My cock embedded itself into her warmth about three-quarters of its length and more than I had expected. Peggy jerked and exhaled a gasp as she felt me quickly fill her moist cavern and her fingers clawed into my flesh as she struggled to accommodate my invasion.

I was sure that I had thrust deeper into her vagina than David was capable of, so rather than stroking, I allowed Peggy a moment to get comfortable with my cock inside her as I felt her wiggle her hips and clench her vaginal muscles. The look on her face was intense concentration and I could see the wrinkles between her eyes deepen as her brain tried to decide whether the signals that it was receiving were pleasure or pain. My cock was throbbing as I held it motionless and I struggled against my own intense desire. When I felt Peggy take a deep breath, her body relaxed a little and I withdrew a couple of inches before pushing back watching her reaction. Peggy's eyes flew open when she felt my thrust, but I didn't sense any panic, so I did it again. This time, she cooed a nice "Mmmmm," and I hoped that we were both ready for the main act of the evening.

A few more little probing strokes seemed to be accepted without any complaint, so I began to lengthen them, first three inches, then four, and finally, six as I withdrew almost to the head of my cock. Peggy had closed her eyes again and had begun to breathe in cadence with my thrusts. As I increased the tempo I felt her legs lift off the bed and her ankles wrapped around my legs. I became aware that Peggy's body more actively joined the action as her hips began to rise each time I pounded into her. No longer was I just fucking her, we were fucking each other

Peggy's head turned from side to side and her face scrunched up as the intense signals from her pussy began to beat a symphony of sensations in her brain. She had pushed herself tighter against me and as a result, was able to slide her legs more around mine and she began using them to pull me deeper with each thrust. Her hands roamed over my arms and shoulders, squeezing the muscles and digging into my skin with her fingers. It was those that caused my only concern. I hadn't given much thought to her manicured fingernails until I felt them plowing deep red welts into my back and I shuddered to think what they might do if Peggy reached the orgasm that I was wishing for her.

As the tide began to rise in my groin, I thought about the woman writhing beneath me and how I hoped that we could cum together, but I was quickly climbing to a place where my concern for her would soon evaporate like the mist as I reached the throes of my orgasm. It was just then that I felt Peggy's hand stop clawing at my arm and snake between our bodies. I knew she was using her fingers to rub and stimulate her clit and while I was rapidly losing control, I was glad that she knew how to take charge of her own pleasure.

Though Peggy had been pushing back against my thrusts with her hips, the fingers rubbing her clit had an almost immediate effect. It was as if a switch had been flipped because she began bucking and her face began to flush. I had seen a few women reach orgasm in just this way and the signals were unmistakable. Peggy began to take short gasping breaths as I sensed her symphony was reaching a crescendo. Her eyes had a desperate look that I'd seen before when a woman was almost there, but not quite. Her fingers were rubbing furiously and I could feel the clutching of her vagina around my shaft increase as she arched her back to take all of me. Her breathing was just staccato gasps and she raised her eyes to mine in almost a plea to take her over the edge. When it hit, Peggy's body went rigid and she used the back of her hand to muffle the sound of her release, "Ugh... ugh... ughhhh," were all I heard as I thrust into her savagely and uncaringly. Blood and cum hardened my steel almost to the breaking point until, suddenly, I felt blessed relief wash over my straining body.

My cock burned and throbbed as the muscles spasmed and pushed my thick cum out and into her warm wetness. My release rippled through me and the pleasure centers of my brain quickly shifted to overdrive. I had strongly thrust into Peggy's cunt as the first pulse had erupted and I think also for the second, but then I just held myself inside her as each subsequent burst grew weaker and weaker until I knew that I had given her all that I had.

I believe Peggy was aware that I had cum, but she was still dealing with the echoes of her own orgasm. Her eyes clenched tightly and I couldn't tell whether she was breathing or not. Her body continued to jerk beneath me and I could see her unencumbered breasts jiggle on her chest. Her legs locked me in a strong embrace but in a little recess of my consciousness, I was happy to note that she had refrained from digging those deep furrows into my back as I had feared.

I could feel my dick begin to soften, but it still felt so good wrapped in her vaginal warmth that I was reluctant to withdraw completely, not that I could until Peggy released the death grip that she had on me with her legs wrapped around mine. For the moment, as we both spiraled down from orgasmic bliss, the continued physical connection between us communicated a sense of mutual gratitude which we were both loath to break, but tired muscles can only do so much so as soon as I felt Peggy relax I rolled off of her onto my side. She clenched her vagina as she felt me slip from her but I was now too flaccid for her to capture me and she reluctantly let me go.

Once I had dismounted, I propped myself up on one elbow and looked at Peggy. She had raised her knees and placed her feet flat on the bed. Her eyes were still closed, but I sensed her breathing was losing the gasping huskiness that she'd had and I loved looking at the image of her as she descended from her orgasm-induced bliss.

To say that for the last ten minutes, I'd completely forgotten about David would have been the understatement of the millennium, but I was now in a position where seeing his presence was unavoidable. He was still sitting in the chair near the foot of the bed, but he wasn't stroking his cock which hung limply between his legs. I didn't know if he had gotten himself off watching me fuck his wife or just hadn't been able to, but I didn't care either way. He was sitting forward on the chair gazing intently at us with wide-eyed and open-mouthed interest. From his position, I knew that he had an unobstructed view between Peggy's legs and I assumed that given my copious ejaculation he was probably watching my pearl-colored cum seeping from his wife's vagina. When he saw me looking, he caught my eye and asked, "Do you think she's okay?" I chuckled at his question and looking down at Peggy's naked body I replied, "David, I think you'll find that she's more than okay. You have one hot wife and my advice to you is to let her explore her sexuality. I think this genie is out of its box, and I hope both of you will find a way to deal with it."

Peggy must have heard us talking because she opened her eyes and took a deep breath. "Oh my," she said, "Did anyone get the license number?" She turned her head to look at me and I saw her mouth the words "Thank you." Then, to David, "Thank you too, I love you so much."

Ordinarily, the post-coitus time is one for snuggling and sharing between lovers who are eager to express their gratitude for the pleasure each has given, but this was no ordinary situation. I wasn't Peggy's lover. He was sitting next to the bed, so with a sigh I leaned over, kissed Peggy, and took one more squeeze of her naked breast. I looked into her eyes and told her what a fantastic lover she'd been and I hoped that the evening had been everything she had desired. Her eyes got a little teary and her lips quivered as she responded, "I'll never be able to tell you how much. It was ever so much more."

As I got up to dress, I noticed that no one else was moving, so I got the message that while the night might not be done for Peggy and David, it was for me. I did give Peg one last good-bye kiss and I let myself out and headed for the Pint Defiance. On the way, I couldn't help but imagine what was happening behind me. Had David snuggled in next to Peggy for the post-coital bliss that I'd missed, or had he crawled between her legs and pushed his face into our combined spending? From the last look I saw in his eyes, my bet was on the latter. I wondered what the evening meant to their long-term prospects, but I knew that it was not only out of my hands but also outside of my interest. I doubted that I would be asked back since I assumed that they would want someone more accepting of a threesome, but I had no regrets. Peggy had been a wonderful lover, and it had actually been better than I had a right to expect, but I realized that I wanted to be more than just the random guy who was chosen to fulfill a husband's fantasy.

It was late, but the bar was still in full swing as most Friday nights are and I edged my way through the crowd toward the bar. There weren't any available seats so I just ordered a beer and found a space next to the wall to listen to the music and watch the people. There were quite a few couples and groups and I idly wondered how many would be paring off and doing nature's dance later. Some of the women were damn attractive, but I wasn't really motivated to do much besides just appreciate their charms and drink my beer.

The music from the jukebox had just morphed from "Born to be Wild," by Steppenwolf to the new Simon & Garfunkle hit "Mrs. Robinson," and I just shook my head at the practical joke that God sometimes plays with us, mere mortals. The song came from the movie "The Graduate," in which an older woman seduces the son of her best friend. I had just come from cuckolding a man's wife and here, by sheer happenstance, was a song touting a similar theme. I was still lost in that thought when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a familiar voice saying my name. When I turned around, Sharon was looking up into my eyes. She knew about my rendezvous with Peggy and David and you didn't need a degree in psychology to interpret what the questioning look on her face wanted to know.