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...help from friends [Part 3]

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: tom49x2 Posted on: 17 Mar 2022 2 comments
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Part 3Carol called on Thursday and told me that it was "game on" for her part of the "arrangement" on Saturday or Sunday, either day that she could "cover" with some work at her firm for a current case that needed some attention. She indicated that Steve would be playing golf on both days and that her twins would be busy with an overnight scouting event that would take up most of both weekend days. Who was I to dismiss such an offer after hitting the lottery with my first two tickets? I thought, even if this were only a single shot deal, it was worth the price of the freebie ticket, and then some.To be honest, I chose Saturday, since I was still waiting for the balloon to pop and felt this was one gift horse that was not going to be remanded to a dark stable. Friday dragged on ever so slowly, and I admit, I hardly slept a wink all night waiting for the sun to rise on Saturday morning. Carol had told me she would stop by my home at 9am prior to going into her office. I rose at 6am, showered and actually went to the gym from 630-8am. I bought coffee and bagels at the local bagel hangout and was home by 820am. The doorbell rang at 835am and I found Carol standing on the porch with a couple of coffees & a bag of bagels! She was dressed for her office stint in tailored striped tan slacks, a silk cream colored blouse and strappy tan pumps. Looked like an attorney, to me! We kissed the traditional friendly cheek-to-cheek buss and walked straight out on the patio next to the pool. I opened Carol's bagel offerings and got some large coffee mugs to dump the coffee into from the paper cups & we sat at the glass table next to the bar and fire pit. Carol didn't mince words and got straight to the "arrangement". She told me it had been her idea and that she had spoken to Millie about her thoughts about relationships for me after her passing. I had so depended on Millie for so many things that she loved to do and I just hated. Our social calendar was all Millie, and I was usually at the appointed place at the appointed time, but rarely made my own plans.When we met, I had been alone for more than 10 years and had maintained three separate "safe sex" relationships with friends [one married and the other two single but in sort-of open relationships] over the period after my divorce. I admittedly was a workaholic and fitting in dating was never an easy task, which really caused my first marriage to fail because of a lack of commitment to make it work. Never having children also gave me less responsibility for planning social activities. But, I did love to have sex, and felt that orgasms were a mutually satisfying experience that needed to be shared in a loving and caring environment. Millie had only had one lover in her life and had been a semi-virgin on her wedding night. Since her divorce, she had only dated platonically and poured herself into her career. She did like to give "thank you for a nice evening" hand jobs and occasional blowjobs, but kept away from intercourse relationships.Carol, it turns out, was a player for years until her marriage to a fellow attorney and similarly career-focused man. Both had had several affairs during their marriage, but maintained their relationship "for the good of the twins", and thus avoided the financial burdens of divorce. Carol told me she was looking forward to "getting some of the 'big guy'", as she told me Millie use to call my dick. She told me she would love to get me on a schedule that could make life easier and more "normal". At 46, she was a woman who had struggled with eating disorders her entire adolescence and early adult years, and for the past 5 or 6 years had gotten into a routine of physical training that had her running triathlon and mini-triathlons at least monthly. It was not an activity that Steve enjoyed and Carol proposed that we try to develop our meeting schedule around her training and triathlon meets. Many were out of town and easy to get to via my airplane or driving. The preliminary "front-work" completed, I guess Carol also felt that the establishment of "rules" would help all players in the arrangement. She stood up from the chair, walked over to the Jacuzzi and kicked off her pumps, pulled her blouse up over her head and slid her slacks off in a seemingly single motion. She was wearing a beige thong and probably had not worn a bra in 20 years. Being the old lecherous guy I am I had often caught a glimpse of Carol's nipples during countless social and formal contacts over the years. She loved wearing loose and flimsy blouses and often her formal gowns were radioactive with no back, no front and 40% fallout. Her nipples were perfect pencil eraser points and stood out a good 1/2 inch from the middle of quarter-sized pink areoles that sat in the middle of her chest with only a hint of a rise where her breasts should have been. Though she was still very slender, her body was cut and hard and easily displayed the toned muscles of a runner and the cut calves of a trail-biker. Her shoulders were broad and her arms were defined from her swimming events. Stepping into the swirling water, she looked like a sculptured Goddess, a solid 5'8" and 10% body fat on a 115 pound body, a single black braid of hair extending between her shoulder blades and her dark black bush as a clearly defined triangle with a wispy trail of black curls running up to her bellybutton.In a heartbeat, I joined her in the Jacuzzi after shucking off my clothes to the heap now growing from her outfit and mine. Though my heart is solid and my health has been outstanding, I just had a fleeting feeling that this woman might be the one to really break both my dick and my balls! It didn't take a minute for my cock to be griped by Carol's tiny hands and fingers and to feel it growing to full length and width as she began a two-handed stroking under the bubbling turgid and steaming water. As I sat back on the seat, I let my legs float out and watched as Carol lifted herself up with her arms on my shoulders and let my cock take the wet plunge into her waiting cunt.She impaled herself to the hilt and began a rotating and pumping movement that would have earned a gold medal at any sex Olympics. Needless to say, I was almost like a bystander [bysitter?] as Carol pumped and thrashed her body with my cock serving as a pole for her wild dancing and thrusting. She took my cum in record time, considering the events of the previous week with the more restrained and gentle lovemaking with Amy and Cheryl. I was not able to determine if Carol had any chance for an orgasm since her focus and controlled thrusting and vaginal squeezing had made short work of my now limp dick. She smiled a demure smile and climbed out of the pool. As she dried off and slipped back into her clothes, she carried her pumps by the straps and walked into the house to dry her hair in the bathroom.I was left satiated and relaxed with a smile all the way to the bank. When Carol returned, she was the picture of propriety, coiffed, groomed and dressed the part of the lawyer she is. As she left, she said, "Since Sunday is the first day of the week, we'll just have to count today as this week, and tomorrow as next week. See you at noon tomorrow, big guy." ___________________[sig]tom[/sig]