Inplay

More from the pub. Ginny and Angie are divorced, over forty cougars. They met in divorce court when the judge finalized their divorces on the same day over two years ago. Since then they have been chasing life together. Recently, they've shifted their focus from fun to getting laid. They got lucky one Saturday night in the local pub when they connected with a younger man and double teamed him in a nearby hotel room. The details are contained in my story ("Pub Crawl", 7/28/2025).

Angie and I left the hotel just before three am. Fortunately, there was no one in the lobby, not even a receptionist. We felt great, just short of stratospheric great but neither of us looked our best. We'd just spent six hours with this guy who called himself Garth. I didn't care what he called himself and neither did Angie. He was well equipped for what we wanted and he didn't disappoint. I'd had more sex with Garth in the last six hours than in two years with my ex-husband and all of it better.

We walked back to the pub where we had met Garth and got in Angie's car. She drove us to my place. We sat in the driveway for a few minutes. "Come inside with me," I suggested. We can have a nightcap."

"I don't know, Ginny," Angie said. "I'm trashed."

"So am I," I confessed. "But we have a lot to process."

Maybe tomorrow. Even my pussy hurts," Angie moaned.

"Mine too," I agreed. "Come on. We could both use a few quiet moments with something alcoholic and I promise not to damage your pussy."

Angie came inside and settled on the sofa while I poured some Bailey's on the rocks to ease our bodies and settle our souls. We talked for a few minutes about Garth and his ability to satisfy both of us.

"Ginny, I can't do this tonight. I need to sleep," insisted Angie.

"You can't drive in your condition. Sleep here tonight."

"I could use some sleep," agreed Angie. "Where?"

"I have a guest room upstairs," I told her.

"Super," said Angie as she headed for the stairs.

I cleaned up the glasses and followed her a few minutes later. I found Angie asleep in my bed in the master bedroom. Her clothing was on the floor and I assumed she was naked under the covers. I walked around the bed, stripped off my clothing, and climbed into the bed. I moved behind her and put my arm over her waist. "Angie," I whispered. "Something changed in me tonight. Are we still just friends or something else now?"

Angie didn't answer me verbally. Instead, she took my arm around her waist and moved my hand to her breast. She held my hand tightly against her breast and I fell asleep.

When I woke, I was on my back on the bed, the sun was shining outside the bedroom window, and Angie was missing. I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom and I knew where Angie was. I still didn't know what time it was. Angie came out of the bathroom in her magnificently beautiful nakedness. She glowed. She had washed her face and brushed her hair. "You're awake," she commented as she slid back into the bed with me. Without hesitation, she leaned over and kissed me. "Good morning," she said.

I returned her kiss. "Good morning," I repeated. "You look incredible."

"Sleep helped," she informed me. She kissed me again and palmed my breast. "Last night," she said. "You asked me a question. Something changed for me also. I think were much more than just friends now."

"Friends with benefits?" I asked.

Angie laughed. "Benefits? My slimeball ex-husband had benefits. What I discovered last night was a mutually emotional relationship to which I contributed my heart, soul and body to your care without hesitation or concern, and I felt that you did the same to me. That's more than just a benefit."

"Your insight is right on," I agreed. I kissed her again. "Does you pussy still hurt?" I asked.

"Not enough to say no to you," Angie tempted me.

"Mine either," I accepted her challenge. "Give me a minute."

I rolled out of the bed and went into the bathroom to pee. Two minutes later, I was back, relieved, face washed and hair brushed. Angie moved back on the bed and patted the space next to her. Our first kiss was a lingering repeat of our earlier kisses. Our tongues played with each other and our hands wandered all over each other's bodies.

I loved Angie's breasts. They were larger than mine and I had to be dexterous to contain one of them in one hand without losing it. Angie was the first to push her fingers through my pubic hair and slide between my overactive labia. I moaned with her contact and she took it as an invitation to explore the rest of my body.

She began to kiss down my body, kissing my shoulders, my chest and, finally, my nipples. She spent more time kissing and sucking on my nipples than my aching pussy liked. I remembered last evening when her tongue and lips worked around and inside my vagina and wanted her to get there quickly.

When her lips reached my over extended clitoris, her fingers were deep inside my vagina and my orgasm was just over the horizon. She reached up with her free hand and continued to pleasure my nipples. When her finger slipped from my vagina, traveled over my perineum and entered my rectum, my orgasm went nuclear, my toes curled, my body lurched, and Angie landed on the bed next to me.

I curled up on the bed with my hands between my thighs, and trembled. Angie crawled up behind me, kissed the back of my neck, put her arm around me, and held me close while my body shook uncontrollably. Eventually, my body calmed. I turned in Angie's arms and kissed her.

That kiss led to my kissing Angie's nipples while my fingers invaded her pussy. Soon, my lips and tongue were busy stimulating her clitoris and her hips were vibrating in a pre-orgasm tango. "My ass," moaned Angie.

I was slow to understand, but I responded. I slid a finger across her perineum and pushed it into her rectum. Angie's tango turned into a twist and then a screaming, animalistic eruption. We ended up together on the bed, only this time I was holding Angie while her body calmed.

Angie and I spent most of the next week together. Saturday afternoon, we were lying in bed, facing each other and discussing our plans for that evening. "Hey lady," I asked. "Are we going to the pub this evening?"

"You're thinking that Garth will be there?" she asked.

"I don't see why he wouldn't," I told her.

"I could use a real cock and some hot spunk inside me," mused Angie.

"Then we're going?"

"Why not? If Garth isn't there may be someone else," Angie stated.

We entered the pub just before seven, dressed for success, one-piece, deep neckline, short dresses, no bras and no panties. Sandals on our feet. I felt like a forty-eight-year-old slut. My ex had tried on numerous occasions to get me to go out with him dressed like this but I'd always refused. One suggestion from Angie and here I was, bouncing into my neighborhood pub with cool air swirling around my pussy under my dress and my tits bouncing happily behind my dress. If Garth wasn't here, I was sure it would only take a quick peek or two to encourage a volunteer.

We stood in the doorway and scanned the room. Garth was sitting at a table near the back. He saw us and waved. "Who's the guy with him?" I asked.

"I have no idea," said Angie. "Did we overdo it last Saturday and he brought reinforcements?"

"It was pretty intense," I agreed. "And he did ask if he could bring a friend."

"What do you think?" asked Angie. "Should we take on Garth and his friend?"

"Sure. More cock, more semen, less downtime," I described. "Unless his friend is a total dork."

Garth stood up and waved at us again. We walked between the tables toward him. "Ginny, Angie, I glad you could make it," Garth said cheerfully.

We each gave him a polite hug and air kiss. "Who's your friend?" I asked.

"Toby," said Garth. "He's an old friend. "We went to school together and played football together."

Toby stood. "Hi," he said.

We shook Toby's hand and settled in chairs at the table across from Garth and Toby. "So," said Angie, "what has Garth told you that makes you want to be here tonight?"

"Garth can be very persuasive. He's been very complimentary in telling me about you ladies," revealed Toby.

Angie looked sternly at Garth. "Just what have you told Toby about us?" she demanded.

Garth visibly got defensive. "Nothing that would upset you," he managed to say.

"Garth," she said. "this is a defining moment. I would advise you to be truthful and complete. Anything else endangers why we are all here tonight."

Garth looked spanked, and not in the way he might have expected. "I shared that you are both beautiful, well-built, tigers in bed, and better than any young pretender that I've ever met in the pub."

"Interesting," mulled Angie. She turned toward Toby. "Anything you'd like to add to that?" she asked.

"He also said that you almost killed him and he wanted help if you showed up tonight," said Toby.

She looked at me. "Do you buy all that?" she asked.

"They aren't wrong," I said.

She turned toward the men. "Then I guess it's all right if you buy us beers then," she said.

Garth got up from the table like he'd been shot and headed to the bar. Toby laughed. "You've made him very happy,"' he said.

"It seems that way," I said. "What else did he tell you?"

"Just general stuff," Toby said.

"Let me guess," said Angie. "Stuff like the size of our tits and the shape of our pussies?"

"Nothing about your pussies," Toby said.

"But about our tits?"

"He really likes your tits," Toby said with a smile.

Angie took a deep breath and pushed out her chest. "What about you?" she asked.

"I haven't seen them yet," said Toby.

Angie leaned forward and pushed the neckline of her dress out for Toby to look. "Well?"

Toby smiled. "How long does it take for you to drink your beer?" he asked.

Garth returned with a small tray with four beers on it. Angie and I got the dark brews and Toby and Garth got the weaker drinks. We sipped our beers and engaged in small talk. It took about ten minutes for us to finish the beers. "Another?" asked Garth.

"Same hotel?" asked Angie.

"Same room, different floor," responded Garth.

"Do you need another beer?" Angie asked me.

"It's not me who needs the courage," I said.

"How about you?" she asked Toby.

"More alcohol is not going to help," he said.

Angie smiled broadly. "We can wait if you need another," she said to Garth.

He took a key card out of his pocket and put it in the center of the table. "819," he said.

Angie took the card and stood up. "Meet you there," she said. "Don't keep us waiting."

We left the pub with the keycard and turned left. "Are they behind us?" I asked.

"As soon as they settle the bar tab," Angie said.

Garth and Toby caught up to us in the hotel elevator. Angie gave him the room key and followed them down the hall on the eighth floor. Garth opened the door, stepped inside and held the door for the rest of us. Same layout, different colors. Sitting area up front, passageway past the bathroom and a large area with a king-sized bed and a couple of chairs.

Garth let the door close. Angie turned on him, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Wow," commented Toby.

"She's been having withdrawal symptoms," I said.

"Pun intended?" Toby asked.

"Not really," I said.

We watched as Angie and Garth intensified their kiss. Garth's hand slid down Angie's back and then up under her dress. Toby was fascinated as Garth's hands revealed the rounded cheeks of Angie's bare ass. He looked at me. "You too?" he asked.

"We're inseparable," I told him. "Kiss me and find out.

Toby didn't need a second invitation. He pulled me in close and his lips met mine. His first kiss seemed tentative so I opened my lips, pushed my tongue against his lips and my hips against his leg. Message received. He opened his mouth and his tongue met mine in neutral territory. Our tongues moved back and forth in each other's mouths. I rubbed my crotch against his crotch. His hands found the hem of my dress and moved up until he was holding my bare cheeks in both of his hands.

Things went about as far as they could while standing up. Toby had the front of my dress up around my waist and his fingers pushing through my pubic hair and I was working on his belt and zipper. "The bed's back there," I managed to say.

I kicked off my sandals and we stumbled next to the bed. I managed to get his belt undone and his trousers open. I pushed them down on his thighs. He wasn't wearing underwear. His erection was waving happily in the air. I grabbed it in one hand. "No underwear," I commented. "What else did Garth tell you about us?"

"I never wear underwear," Toby insisted.

I knelt in front of him and assessed the task in hand. Toby wasn't large by my standards, maybe between five and one-half to six inches in length but more massive than any in my experience. I held his erection steady and surrounded it with my mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Toby moaned. His erection twitched in my mouth, a warning about an impending embarrassing early release. I removed my mouth and sat up on the side of the bed with my dress around my waist and my knees together. Enough to offer an incentive without blatant exhibition. Toby removed his shirt and was removing his pants when Angie and Garth came into the room. Garth's pants were open, his very wet erection was waving through the opening, and Angie was licking her lips.

Angie kicked off her sandals, pulled up her dress and sat next to me on the bed with her knees together. Garth watched Toby for a moment and then began to remove his clothing. They stood naked in front of us, their erections begging for attention. Angie pulled her dress off over her head and tossed it in the direction of a chair. It fell short and my dress landed on top of it. Angie crawled back on the bed and called, "Come over here."

Garth walked around the bed and joined Angie. She lay back and spread her legs. Seconds later, Garth was sliding inside her. Toby looked at me and I held his erection in my hand. "No foreplay?" he asked.

"I'm a great fan of foreplay," I said. "Also midplay and aftplay. Right now I'm interested in inplay."

I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. Toby assumed the position and began to slide into me. I held him back for a moment with my hands on his hips. His girth was unusually large and I needed some time to adjust to his presence. My vagina slowly adapted to his size and a few moments later he was fully inside me. We began a slow reciprocal movement. Angie and Garth next to us had established a rhythm that I could feel through the mattress. I moved with Toby to match their pace. Soon the bed was moving in sync with us, the strokes alternating between the couples.

Toby was going to be first to orgasm. I could feel him struggling to contain the inevitable expulsion.

"Ginny," he said.

"I know," I told him.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Nothing to be sorry for," I said. "Let it fly."

Toby started to withdraw. "Whoa," I cautioned. "If you do that you will have to apologize."

"But..." I pulled him deep inside me and held him there while he pulsed semen and sperm inside me.

I kept him inside me while I marinated in the warm fluid of his expulsion. He moved inside me. I held him tightly. I released him slowly. He hadn't deflated. His erection was as strong as it had been earlier. "Toby?" I asked.

"I know," he said. "It's never happened before."

"Don't waste it," I told him.

He didn't. He stroked inside me with added vigor. Over the next ten minutes, I came twice before I rolled us over and rode on top of him. Angie and Garth shared orgasms before we turned over. They watched us for a while before Angie asked, "Care to share?"

I looked at Garth. "Are you ready to take over here?"

Garth flipped his listless penis. "Not right away," he admitted.

"You get him ready and you have a deal," I told Angie.

"How about I sit on Toby's face while Garth does his own thing?" she asked.

"Are you okay with that?" I asked Toby.

Toby looked as if he'd swallowed a tit whole. He stuck out his tongue. "Will this do?" he asked.

Angie positioned herself over Toby's face and lowered herself down. Toby guided her with his hands on her thighs and pushed his tongue inside her. "Oh, yeah," Angie responded, then she leaned forward and kissed me.

It was an interesting scene. Angie and I were riding Toby's tongue and cock while kissing and palming each other's breasts. Garth was watching while furiously stroking his cock, hoping for a quick response. He didn't do badly given the incentive and how recent his release had been. I wasn't keeping time, but, sooner than I expected, Garth moved close to me, took my hand, and placed it around his newly acquired erection.

I stroked Garth, rode Toby and kissed Angie. Then I remembered something that happened with Angie last weekend. I let go of Garth, leaned over with my breasts against Toby's chest and wiggled my ass at Garth.

Garth got the right idea. He moved behind me, kneeling between Toby's legs and began to rub his erection against my rectum. Angie realized what was about to happen and offered her support. She moved beside Garth, took his erection in her mouth to wet it. Then she gathered lubricant from between her legs, smeared it over Garth's erection and around and in my ass. With her help, Garth pressed his erection against my rectum. I pushed back gingerly and relaxed. His erection slipped just inside my sphincter.

"Oh!" I vocalized.

Everybody stopped. I wiped the tears from my eyes, gritted my teeth, and pushed back. Garth moved further inside me. More lubricant, more encouragement and four pushes later, Garth was fully in my ass, Angie was back sitting on Toby's face and Toby, Garth and I were moving together.

Having two erect cocks inside my body at the same time was amazing. I could feel them rubbing against each other as they moved independently inside me. Garth was the first to give it up. He came deeply inside my bowels. My climax followed and that set off Toby again inside me. Toby pulled Angie against his tongue while I rubbed her clitoris is small circles. Her orgasm was loud and long.

We lay on the bed in a tangle of arms, legs, tits, penises and pussies, panting and recovering. Toby punched Garth in the arm. "Bro, you could've warned me," he said.

"I didn't want to scare you," laughed Garth.

"Ladies," Toby said. "I know about a dozen guys who would love to have what you've got."

"I don't know if we're looking for a gangbang," I said.

"I don't know if we're not," added Angie. "But that's a conversation for another time. We're not done here."

"I don't know if I'm not done," confessed Toby.

"You've forgotten about fore-, mid-, and aft-play," I said. "I've got parts, you've got parts, and I think it's going to take some time to mix and match all of them."

"Don't forget my parts," spoke up Angie.

Angie and I left the hotel near four in the morning. We didn't say goodnight to either Garth or Toby. They were sleeping while we were dressing and snoring by the time we left. There was only one person in the hotel lobby and she gave us a scurrilous look as we walked to the door. We walked back to my car and I drove to Angie's house. We climbed naked into her bed looking more for sleep more than more sex.

In the morning, we showered, ate breakfast, and I headed for home. I spoke to Angie on Sunday afternoon. We agreed to dinner together on Monday after work. Then Angie asked, "Have you thought about next Saturday?"

"Are you thinking about Toby's friends?" I asked.

"In a way," said Angie. "Until last night I'd never had two men at the same time and I wondered if more might be interesting."

"Neither had I," I admitted. "But, a gangbang. Isn't that going a bit too far?"

"It's not actually relevant," responded Angie. "We don't have a way to get in touch with either one of them."

My phone rang Tuesday evening. "How did you get my number?" I asked Toby.