The Cougars of Louisville Pt. 03

I fell asleep very conscious of the extra body in our bed, and woke up early with an erection and the real need to pee. I got out of bed as quietly as I could, went to the bathroom, did my business, washed my face and hands and the worst of the crust off my pubes, toweled off, and walked out to the dim light that made it around the curtains. Gail and Judy were sleeping in a tangle of blankets, legs and arms. I had a moment of envy that I’d been asleep on my own, and then pushed it down. Given a choice, I’d cuddle one of them too.

I looked at my watch, and it wasn’t 7 yet. Thought about getting back into bed, but didn’t want to wake them up, so I moved to the comfy chair and sat there and just relaxed for a bit, until they started moving on their own and suddenly Judy realized I wasn’t in the bed and quickly sat up. She saw me and looked puzzled.

“I woke up early and wanted to let you both sleep.”

She rubbed her eyes…giving me a spectacular ‘wobbling boobs’ moment…and said “No wonder she’s kept you around.”

That made Gail laugh and she sat up. “Open the drapes,” she yawned.

I opened the opaque drapes, leaving the privacy drapes closed, filling the room with early morning light, illuminating the woman I loved sitting up and yawning and the woman we’d had spectacular sex with last night looking at her with more than a touch of desire.

Gail started getting out of bed. “Bathroom.”

“Me too,” said Gail getting out as well. “We’ll go together.”

“Um…I need to poop.”

“I had my tongue in your butt and you had your tongue in mine. Do you think I care?”

“Ohhhkayyy. I don’t think I can with someone there.”

I laughed.

Gail went into the bathroom, leaving Judy sitting on the bed shaking her head and grinning at me.

When the toilet flushed, Judy popped out of bed and walked into the bathroom, giving me my first daylight view of her round and muscular ass. I’d thought a lot about what exactly constituted a “badonkadonk” and been uncertain. Gails small, round, and tight cheeks didn’t seem to fit the term. But Judy’s…

She closed the door, and there was some laughter from the bathroom.

The toilet flushed again and the door opened to Gail, kneeling in front of Judy, rubbing her pussy with a washcloth. Then they walked out and shared the washcloth as they gently scrubbed my cock and balls.

This had an unsurprising effect on me.

Judy grabbed my swelling cock, squeezed a bit and cupped my balls. “Feels a little light,” she chuckled. “You just sit here a bit.”

Gail was standing on my other side, and Judy pulled her to the bed. She looked at me, smiling. “No touching!” she said, waggling her index finger.

Judy and Gail fell onto the bed and embraced, pulling their bodies together in a full-body kiss. From their lips to their toes, their bodies were pressed together. They were still for a moment and then began moving against each other. Pulling close, rubbing skin against skin, pushing slightly apart and offering untouched skin.

I timed them. They did this for three minutes. Didn’t say a word, didn’t break apart, just moved against each other.

I wasn’t sure how aroused they were, but I was absolutely enjoying it. I wanted to jump in and rub my hands over them and kiss every inch of exposed skin. But I waited.

In a moment, Gail had her hand between Judy’s legs, and Judy froze for an instant.

Then Gail pushed her down on her back and moved between her legs and started frigging her pussy with her fingers, then taking a pause and leaning in to lick her clit. In a moment, Judy started pushing up hard and Gail met her force with her arm and fingers and then suddenly Judy arched her back and gasped then flattened herself and did it again, then again, with less force and then just bucked her hips.

“Fuck,” Gail said. “There’s no better feeling than a pussy gripping your fingers as an orgasm takes over. Just…fuck.” Then she took her glistening fingers and started sucking on them.

Judy lay limp on the bed, catching her breath, and then sat up and grabbed Gail by the shoulders and waist and pulled her against her. Gail pushed her down, then moved to straddle her, facing me and moved so her pussy was in the air just above Judy’s face. I could feel the heat in Judy’s gaze from across the room, and she reached up and grabbed Gail’s hips just as Gail daintily lowered herself onto her face.

I could see her chin project out from Gail’s crotch and occasionally see her tongue moving over the familiar lump of my wife’s clit. Judy’s breasts hung off to the sides, and Gail reached down and started caressing them, rolling the hard nipples between her fingers, then softly sliding her palms over them before she gripped the softness of them in her hands.

I couldn’t take it and got off the chair and onto the bed. I straddled Judy’s waist, and leaned in and licked Gail’s nipples. Gail loved it when I licked them the same way I licked her clit – in soft circles followed by a thrumming back and forth with the tip of my tongue. In a moment Gail was panting and then gasping and then I pulled my mouth off her breast and she groaned in disappointment. I slid myself down Judy's body,

stretching my legs over her hips and dragging my ballsack over her belly as my cock stood straight in the air.

In a moment, I was low enough to move between her legs and then kneel facing her slick and swollen pussy. The small inner lips bright pink and swollen thick between the outer lips, which were flushed with arousal. I lowered my face to inhale her smell, and then reached my tongue down and ran it along her lips from the hard nub of her clit to the taint. She was soaking wet and her juices tasted of musk and sweat and arousal.

I ran my tongue along her again and heard he make noises into Gail’s pussy. I looked up and Gail was fondling her breast with one hand and Judy’s with the other and laser focused on watching my face between over Gail’s belly and the frizz of hair above her pussy.

I went to work licking Judy, and was rewarded with a flood of her juices, which I sucked up and swallowed as loudly as I could. I added my left thumb, slipping into and out of the warm wetness as I licked the lips and tight lump of the clit, and then took it and slid it down two inches into Judy’s asshole. Her ring tightened around me and was suddenly clenched – the muscle locked tight which meant she was very very close. I trilled my tongue up and down over her clit and there she went…clenching my thumb and bucking her hips up hard enough to bop me in the nose with her pubic bone.

I immediately moved up and put the head of my cock at her sopping lips and slid into her still-spasming pussy…which immediately set off another orgasm, as I had hoped.

Judy’s face was buried in Gail’s crotch, trying to lick her between crying out in pleasure; her body was bucking up and down under me, held down by my weight; her pussy spasming around my cock; and her legs wobbling in and out around my hips. Life was certainly good just at this moment.

Her orgasm sent Gail across the line and she leaned forward into me and dug her fingers into my shoulders as she cried out and slid her hips back and forth over Judy’s face.

It took a moment for all the convulsive movement to die down and the feminine howls of pleasure to stop echoing in my ears.

That left it to me.

Gail stayed put watching me and with one arm around my shoulder and the other reaching for Judy’s breast I leaned forward and nibbled on Gail’s nipple for a moment, then leaned down and nibbled on Judy’s as I set a slow rhythm sliding in and out of her. I enjoyed the hell out of her pussy, feeling all the ridges and slippery landscape wrapped around me and the smooth hard lump of her cervix against my tip. Gail was staring hungrily at me as I looked at her and that motivated me to start moving dramatically.

And that started the warm glow in my balls, which moved in the familiar bright line until it hit the tip and sprayed my last orgasm into Judy.

Which kind of broke Gail’s and my deal, but…she was smiling about it.

Gail and Judy had to get out so they took the first shift in the shower. There was giggling.

They came out and got dressed as I lounged.

Judy walked over looked down at me. She reached down and cupped my balls and leaned down and whispered “Get busy” and then walked out.

Gail kissed my lips, and said “She gave me Betty’s cell and sent it over. Set things up?”

I nodded. “All good?”

She smiled then made a comically concerned face. “Not entirely. Is it possible to get sore from cumming too much?” kissed me, and walked out as well.

I lounged for a bit, and then luxuriated in the shower, reliving last night. I actually started getting hard again from the memories. I shook my head, washed up, dressed, and headed downstairs, leaving a “Please make me up” door tag for housekeeping. We’d have to tip well, I thought.

…

The day felt somehow out of focus for me, either because I was exhausted from last night or because I was thinking about tonight. I took an extra shot in my flat white, then sat and went over emails all while mentally composing my text to Betty.

I decided to be polite yet direct, cc’ing Gail.

“Morning! Van here copying Gail. I’m sure Judy’s reached out - and from us, we’re hoping she was as delighted as we are. Yet we’re utterly looking forward to being delighted again tonight with you.

Where and when should we meet up?”

Five minutes later, she replied.

”Sounds like fun and pleasure all around. Let’s keep that going. Just come to my house about 6, I’ll have food. If you can get free, I can arrange a private tasting at Rabbit Hole about 3:30 today.”

Followed by an address that would mean nothing to me until I used a map.

”Could you join us at the tasting?”

”Sorry, can’t – but let me know by 10 if you can, and I’ll make it happen.”

I texted Gail who was an enthusiastic “yes” and replied to Betty in the affirmative.

She replied with instructions. “Park in the reserved part of their lot, when you go in, ask for Sharon and tell her you’re my guests.”

I had writing to do, but no meetings, so I sat in the hotel coffee shop snacking and caffeinating until lunch, when I walked over to Gail’s office on the off chance she could join me.

She was sitting in a visitor office, a takeout bag in front of her from a local sandwich place, and looked surprised but pleased to see me.

“Join you for lunch?”

“Split a BLT?”

“Sure.”

We sat and ate and caught up on our mornings. I sat back, checked that the door was closed, and asked “You good with everything? Tonight?”

She gave me an exasperated look that I was very very familiar with.

“Do. You. Think. Last. Night. Would. Have. Happened. If I wasn’t? I mean I love giving you gifts, but…”

I laughed and blew her a kiss. “As far as we want and no further.”

“Maybe a tiny step,” she replied. I shook my head and chewed. She looked at her watch.

“It’s 12:30; we’re due at Rabbit Hole at 3. Take a conference room and work from here? Then we can just leave together, go drink, go back to the hotel and get ready for the evening.”

“Pack overnight in case we stay?”

She waved me out and went back to work.

…

Rabbit Hole was a surprisingly modern building, and the tour was a ten-minute walk followed by an hour of tasting a very wide range of whiskeys and liquors. They gifted us an expensive bottle…apparently Betty had serious pull there…and we headed back to the hotel about 4:30.

We got to the room, looked at my watch and suggested a 15-min nap. We stripped to underwear and lay tangled on the bed. I’ve always been able t simply close my eyes and go to sleep, so I set a timer on my watch for 15 minutes and then suddenly it was going off.

Gail was out so I gently woke her up and we both went to the bathroom to wash up.

As I was shaving and then scrubbing my face, Gail got up and joined me, brushing her teeth. We washed up then looked in the closet, trying to decide what to wear.

Gail wore a pair of fashionable jeans with little glued-on studs she’d bought on a trip to Dallas, with a flowing bright red pullover top. She wore her favorite silver necklace and earrings that I’d bought at a charity auction for her.

I went with a pair of slacks and a guayabera shirt.

We put the address into the GPS and drove through downtown to a fashionable neighborhood by the river and then up a hill to a brick townhouse complex, designed to look like an immense mansion from some British film. We found guest parking, went and rang the bell.

Betty answered with a highball glass of bourbon in her hand, wearing what looked like a pool cover-up. She was taller than I recalled, runner-thin and while her hair made her narrow face look severe, she had a relaxed smile beneath her deep eyes. In room light, they were brighter blue and they twinkled with amusement.

She’d laid out charcuterie and vegetables on the kitchen island, along with an assortment of glasses and bottles. We’d brought in the spendy (but free to us, thanks to her) whiskey we’d been gifted and Gail added it to the collection of bottles. Betty picked it up and smiled.

“Take this home. It’ll help you remember the trip.”

“Oh,” I replied, “I’m not terribly worried about forgetting it.”

With that she laughed, unbelted her wrap and dropped it on the floor. Gail and I froze for a second.

She was stunning. A lean runner’s body, maybe 4 inches taller than Gail, with a narrow waist, and a belly that was slightly softer than flat and absolutely amazing for someone our age. My eyes went to the triangle of full, curly pale brown hair just below her belly and then slid up to her breasts, topped by pale pink nipples drawn into sharp peaks by arousal. They were far bigger than Gail’s and smaller then Judy’s and drooped just a bit onto her chest. She was looking at us expectantly.

Gail pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her pale tan skin and hand-sized breasts, topped with eraser-sized brown nipples surrounded by brown rings crinkled with excitement, highlighted by the silver draped around her neck. She tossed the shirt aside, then kicked off her shoes. Unzipped, and pulled down her slacks. Stood for an instant in her pale underwear, and and then pulled them down and stepped out of them. A triangle of straight, thin black hair was the opposite of Betty’s. Her Japanese heritage showed there, and in her slender muscular frame, long waist and relatively short legs.

I’d kicked off my shoes and was pulling off my socks – I’d learned from last night – and stepped out of my pants. Then unbuttoned my short and pulled it off as I stepped out of the pants, leaving me in my boxers, my swelling dick bulging out and pushing the front into a comical bulge. Gail and Betty were looking at it and grinning. So I made a show of pulling the shorts down and revealing my half-hard cock.

Betty stepped to the table and casually put a carrot in her mouth. I wasn’t to be outdone, so I stepped to the table and put a piece of cheese on a cracker and put it in my mouth. Gail stepped to the table and dangled a piece of proscuttio in her fingers and into her mouth and looked at me.

“How hungry are we?” asked Betty, pouring two more glasses of bourbon and refilled hers.

I asked “For what?”

“My, my” asked Betty.

Gail walked around the edge of the island, picked up her glass, and stepped close to Betty. She offered her glass to Betty, who took a sip, and then picked up her glass and offered Gail a sip.

I picked up my glass and walked up to them.