Two Cream, One Sugar Ch. 02

The fact that he was doing “nothing in particular” the next morning was, needless to say, music to Lynda’s ears.

She looked Denny squarely in the eye.

“You know much I want to take you in my ass - after watching you with Mark.”

She then looked around nervously, just to make sure no one else was within hearing distance. The coast was clear. We were tucked in the corner in a horseshoe-shaped high-back booth opposite the bar, with no one seated near us that might overhear. She continued.

“Watching Mark writhing around on you like that - fuck, you just HAVE to take me like that. And, if I can take YOU in my ass, all the way, I want BOTH of you to fuck me - take turns, whatever - I just want you both to plunder my ass and pump your seed into me,” Lynda stated, looking at each of us in turn, as if she were special-ordering her next wildest fantasy from a pair of aging gigolos.

Which, I suppose, you could make a case for.

“But I want YOU boys to take control this time,” Lynda added, as if to put the cherry on the top.

“HMMmm, double cream for my sugar, then,” I quipped.

“But like you say, not tonight - tomorrow morning, after coffee and a nice light breakfast; and after I have a chance to, um, prepare myself, of course.”

Denny and I looked at each other and smiled, then back at Lynda.

“Sounds like a plan!” I said.

Denville smiled ear to ear and looked at me.

“I think we can make the missus REAL happy tomorrow. Don’t you, Mark?”

“I just hope there’s good soundproofing on those walls,” I answered, knowing full well that my girl just might lose control with all that cock wreaking havoc in our little den of pleasure. Especially with the pharmaceutical help I had secretly planned.

“Well then, gag me with something,” Lynda suggested.

“HMMmmm...” I thought. “Perhaps we might be able to come up with something, if both cocks are tied up.”

“I may offer token resistance, and that will signal that I need to be taken forcefully. I will use the code word ‘yellow’ if I need to change positions, and the code word ‘red’ if I need you to stop everything. Otherwise pay no heed to my protestations. Is this all sounding OK to you guys?”

I think both of us had actually reacquired our erections, in spite of spending our collective seed on each other earlier.

“Fuck, YES!” I answered. Denny only nodded and smiled.

“So, have you ever trained a white bitch to take a big black cock up the ass, Denny?” Lynda wanted to know.

“Not in the way that I am about to, if I am clearly understanding your intentions.”

Denny was so Goddamned polite and concise, he could have worked for PBS.

“I trust you, Denville. Like I trust my husband. I would never go this deep - pardon the pun - with anyone else - other than my husband. Please, just say if this is something beyond your comfort zone.”

Denny thought for a moment, looking at both of us as though to study our body language. I believe he was really trying to read MY reaction - was it something I was comfortable watching HIM do to the love of my life?

I thought I would chime in to calm his doubts, just in case he harbored any in the back of his mind.

“Denny, my wife and I have done this - have talked about this very scenario - before, in several of our one-on-one intimate conversations. We have always fantasized about just this sort of thing, but never in our wildest imagination did we ever believe we would meet anyone like you - then hit it off like we have - and THEN have a chance to experience it. I would be SO honored if you would join us in this sex play and let my baby here feel like I did when you were fucking me. Let’s give her an experience she’ll never forget.”

Continued in Part Three