It had been almost two months since I’d had sex, at least with someone other than Mrs. Thumb and her four daughters, and I was getting quite antsy. There had been a brief spurt of activity during the summer with two women, both with husbands less than satisfactory for their individual needs, who had found what they needed in me (and vice versa).

Pamela and I had hooked up in my tent while she, her husband Roger, and I were on a camping trip. She’d accidentally brushed against my half-hard cock in the river and realized I was much bigger than her hubby, even though I’m actually of average size. We’d had one other encounter that spanned a night and the next morning with two amazing fuck sessions, the last one ending with her first anal, and her sharing her desires of what she wanted to experiment with. That included another woman. I had wondered then if Amy would be up for it.

Amy and I had first fucked in her van at a county park on the bank of the same river, a few miles upstream. Her hubby, Mark, was overly macho and did everything quickly, including foreplay and fucking, always leaving her wanting. I gave her a good fucking in her van, so she came with me inside her, something Mark never lasted long enough for. The next time was when she called me while Mark was out of town and we had an amazing session of extended foreplay, her having a massive orgasm complete with squirting, and more fucking until I came in her mouth.

Now we were into early October, and I was jonesing for some pussy. I thought of calling either Amy or Pamela, but they had always made the initial advance. What would I do if a hubby answered the phone? Probably hang up; I chuckled to myself. Actually, I was quite intrigued by the thought of Amy and Pamela together. Both were okay with the taste of their own pussies and the thought of them having at each other tickled my dick.

I was out and about doing some errands and passed by the woo-woo store where Amy worked. I noticed her van was there, the dickhead owner’s Mercedes wasn’t, and the lot was mostly empty, so I circled the block and stopped in to see her. The store was empty of people except her and I, which I verified with her after one of her delicious long hugs. Damn, those tits felt good against me and the way she pushed back against my rising dick, she was happy to see me, too.

“So, what brings you to this place you despise so much?” she asked. I’d had a falling out with the dickhead greedy owner several years ago, rarely ever went in there anymore, and had not spent a penny for his profit, either.

“You,” I replied. Her eyebrows lifted and her soft brown eyes sparkled as the corners of her mouth twitched up. Right then she looked sixteen. Watching her face closely I bluntly asked, “What are your feelings about being with another woman?” Her head jerked back, eyes went wide, and mouth went into an “O” shape, just perfect to slip a dick into. Now she looked sixty-ish. She’s quite an enigma.

“I ... I ... Well ... Ah,” she took a deep breath, “Where’d that come from?” Her mouth closed and eyes went back almost to normal, but her brows were still up as she leaned back onto the counter to hear my answer.

“Well, I noticed during our last time together that you didn’t seem bothered by the taste of yourself, or me, and I was thinking you may enjoy the experience of another woman.”

Ding, ding, ding. Fuck, a customer just came in. I smiled at the woman and stepped aside as she approached the counter. She asked for a specific type of stone, so Amy wandered off with her. After several minutes, the woman made her purchase and left. Amy turned her attention back to me. “You sure know how to blindside someone,” she said, shaking her head causing her long, shoulder-length grey hair that was tipped in black to sway. I recalled that hair disarrayed and wet with sweat as I pounded into her.

She gazed out the storefront into the empty parking lot but was looking much further away it appeared. “I had one encounter in college, one night with a dorm mate after a night of pot and drinking. It was enjoyable, but I’ve always preferred cock to cunt.”

“What if you had cock AND cunt?” I countered. She looked at me with a quizzical expression, apparently considering it. My hopes rose a bit. So did my dick.

“That could be interesting,” she replied. “Do you have anyone in mind?” I said I did but didn’t want to name names until I ran the idea by her. All I’d share was that it was another woman with a less than satisfactory mate. As in the past, even the sideways dissing of her boyfriend put a flash of anger in her eyes. I suppressed a chuckle and hoped my face didn’t give me away. I told her I’d get back to her and asked for her cell number so I could get hold of her directly. She gave it to me so quickly and easily I was a tad surprised. She’d always held an air of secrecy around her away from being fucked.

Now for Pamela. I didn’t have her phone number, either. She didn’t work so I couldn’t drop in there like I just had with Amy. No way would I just drop in at her home in case Roger was there. The only option was The Roastery, a local coffee shop she hung out at. It was still early afternoon, so I dropped by for a cup. She and Roger were both there (damn it all) and the place was packed. They got up to greet me. I shook Roger’s hand saying it was good to see him. As I hugged Pamela, I made sure her head was between my face and Roger. “I need to speak with you in private,” I whispered quickly. Roger invited me to join them, so we all sat down on the “living room” style furniture in a corner of the shop. Several minutes later, Roger excused himself to go to the bathroom. Fuck, yeah! I slipped Pam my number and told her to call me. When Roger returned, I said my goodbyes and left.

Three days later, in the early evening, she called. She’d taken a hint from the circumstances of my request to wait until Roger was out of the house. “What’s up?” she asked. “Needing some more of this fine ass?”

“Pam, all of you is fine, not just your ass. Delicious, even. Last time we were together, you mentioned several things you wanted to try, including being with another woman. Is that still true?” I waited for her response with the feeling that she’d quit breathing on the other end. Guess I blindsided her, too.

“I would like that,” she said, slightly breathless. “Do you know someone?”

Now that I had the two women in agreement, it was okay to reveal them. “Amy at the metaphysical store. You know her, don’t you?”

“The woman with the black-tipped grey hair?” I replied she was. “Damn, she’s hot. You’ve fucked her? Of course, you have.” I could imagine her shaking her head. Oh, shit, this was going to happen. Just had to work out when and where.

“So, you’re game and it’s okay to tell her about you?” I asked. “She’s said she’d be interested, but I haven’t told her who I had in mind.”

“Fuck, yes! Set it up. Oh, will you be joining us?” I told her Amy had agreed to “cock and cunt”, which brought a giggle from Pamela. She gave me a list of dates when Roger wouldn’t be around. Mark was a truck driver and was gone more often than Roger, so Amy’s schedule would be looser. Pamela also said she’d be okay with having it at her place or Amy’s. I texted Amy to call me when she could talk. The phone rang right away. She was home and Mark was making a run.

“Hi, Amy. Do you know Pamela?” Amy said she did and asked if she was the mystery woman. “She is, and she’s interested, eager actually, to get together with you. She said you’re hot.” I gave her Pamela’s schedule, and she said Mark would be making a two-night run that coming Friday. She also preferred it to be at her place (a bit of the control freak showing). Perfect! I called Pamela and gave her the details. Damn, this worked out nice.