Luck of The Irish

I am not Irish or known for luck, but we all have blind squirrel moments. One of mine was finding someone new after losing my wife to cancer. By that, I don't mean a piece of ass, but a life partner. The best thing is how she feels the same way.

Our lives couldn't be more different; I was a California transplant who started our very young, on my own since I was sixteen. She was from the Midwest and lived her whole life there, attending school, college, and working, but she is now retired. I wouldn't say I didn't have friends, but I was amazed at how many Dee had.

We had been together for almost three years, and I had met most of them by then. They were all considered friends, too, and there was no rotten apple in the bunch. Yet there were a few names I had heard of but never a face to place in them. This story is about one of them.

I noticed that when speaking of Sally, even in mixed company, Dee used the term "my friend." I took that as meaning that maybe she wasn't generally known by the group, and that's fine. Then, when Dee mentioned how Sally was coming to town, I figured that was the right time to ask more about her.

It was known that Dee invited a "friend" to join her and her previous husbands, but the conversation never went past that. Now it dawned on me how Sally was that friend. I did not assume anything from her visit, but I must say there was a high level of curiosity about her. I knew better than to dig deep and ask questions, so all I asked was if she ever mentioned us. This brought an "I don't think so Dee said, maybe in passing." So I cast aside what little hope I had of a three-peat. Dee rambled off a good amount of planned activities for when she got here, including all-girl things, and that's fine, too. I had no problem with two old friends and had limited time to catch up; no third wheel was needed.

After three days, Dee asked me why I hadn't come over, and she insisted I do. She told me what they had planned for the following day, and I offered to take them to dinner afterward. As their last activity and dinner time were close, I offered to pick them up, the introduction, and whatever could come with dinner.

I honked the horn twice, and within a few minutes, the two came out arm in arm. I can't say I was disappointed. Sally was a bombshell. She still had firey hair, even if now from a box, a big chest she wasn't trying to hide, and that swagger of confidence about her. Sadly, if only for my imagination, I knew Dee was as straight as an arrow, a point made clear many times.

I exited the car to open their door, kissing Dee as l did. Then, I was surprised when Sally asked, "Where's mine?" I looked to Dee, who just laughed, so I gave Sally a soft, welcoming kiss on her lips. I must say this gave me a glimmer of hope and a hard cock all the way to the restaurant. But nothing during dinner lent itself to think of my horny thought would pan out.

That was fine; we enjoyed ourselves all the same, and I could count one more on my growing list of friends. We ate and talked for a good two hours, and then after sharing one dessert, we headed back to Dee's place. After a couple of drinks, when Sally excused herself, I asked Dee if she wanted me to stay.

"I don't want you to stay; I need you to stay," she replied.

Old but not dead, l understood, despite our age, we have an active sex life, and it had been a few days without more than either of us likes. After another hour of shooting the shit, Sally excused herself to shower and then bed. We waited downstairs until we could no longer hear the water running. We showered together to ensure we didn't run out of hot water and quickly left for the bedroom.

Dee was on me like white on rice, sucking my wanting cock and licking my clean-shaven balls. Being in no rush, I stopped her even if she was after my creamy load. I didn't have to fight too hard as she loves her pussy eaten and especially how I do it.

Dee herself was the only thing that was different or not altered. She is rather loud, especially when cumming, but will do her best when in earshot of mixed company. Tonight, she was no-holds-barred, screaming even louder when I made her squirt. I looked up, finding Dee pulling hard at her nipples with her head to the side. Following that, in the mirror was Sally standing in the doorway, massaging her breast over her robe while the other hand had found its way underneath and working her pussy. Sadly, it was too dark to see clearly, but arousing.

Dee came again, and performing clean-up duties has always been my pleasure. That was when Dee said, "I think Sally needs a turn."

"I sure do, I heard all about your pussy eating, and from what I saw, there is no doubt." With that, Sally approached the bed. Even though I knew it wouldn't go there, watching Dee unbutton Sally's robe was a turn-on. She then stood, taking it off her shoulders. Sally looked so sexy, cupping her breasts and her yummy hair-free pussy dripping wet. I patted the bed and watched as she climbed aboard. Head against the headboard and legs spread wide open, l wasted no time.

I went straight for her clit, which was sticky and protruding beyond her outter lips; sucking on it as if it was a tiny cock yielded great results and her first orgasm. A second quickly came when I added two fingers pumping her hole. Dee: "That's it, Baby, make her come again." This time, she rivaled Dee, making the windows shake.

Then Sally rang out! "Do that thing." which was directed at Dee. I didn't know exactly what she meant, but I had a good idea. Then, as we both watched Dee go into the nightstand and step into her strap-on harness, I knew what came next. But first, she stopped and neared Sally, "Suck my cock, you whore." That was a little unexpected, but what a turn-on.

Then watching her do so and knowing my ass was next, I had to fight off cumming right there and then. After a few minutes, Dee pulled out and returned to the nightstand, where she grabbed the lube. A thick coating upon her rubber cock, then the bed shook as she joined us. I was more than ready, raising my ass into the air. Sally: "Give it to him."

"Yes, I want it." I pressed my mouth back into Salky as Dee pressed her manhood into me. Sally was very turned on watching me take Dee's cock, which made it that much better. It was the first time having an audience, which added an extra element. I was more than happy to play along, "Yes, fuck me harder, give me your cock." Now, all three of us had the room shaking with screams of pleasure. Both girls came again, Sally to my talents and Dee to the pounding her clit took from the backside of the toy. Close myself, I pulled away, laying on my back as both girls took me the rest of the way. They scoured my body for their salty reward, then lay completely contented at my side.

We had another round the following morning, and to our sadness, Sally was heading home that day. But promise lives for November and her return. I count the days and with good reason. If that wasn't enough Dee agreed to allow Sally to go down on her, hope lives.