Foreclosed; part 2;  Mayra comes,  By storyace, 2010

Part 2 of 3

Story codes; cuckold, IR, F/M, F/F/M, M/M/F, F/F/M/M

9,000 words

storyace@hotmail.com

Part 1;   Foreclosed

Summery; just when I'd gotten used to Ralph occupying my house and my wife, his ex, Mayra turns up.

She's a vivacious older woman with a bad eye, and she shares my bed. She then has a threesome with Ralph and my wife Kelly. I only watch at first.

Foreclosed 2; Mayra comes

A few days later, Ralph and I were relaxing with a beer after our daily run.

"I shouldn't be drinking this." He said as he took a pull.

"You say that every day." I pointed out.

"Yeah, sorry. Repetition is an old man's prerogative. Hey, I forgot to tell you, my old girlfriend Mayra is coming for a visit."

"Mayra? What kind of a name is that?"

"I dunno. She's Belgian though. She's a funny old thing."

"How's that?"

"Well, she has one eye; grey hair, and she's hot as hell."

"That does sound funny." I agreed. I didn't believe him of course.

But when I met her in person, I had to admit it was true.

Her bad eye was positively spooky; it was almost completely white, but you could still see the ghost of a pupil looking off to the side.

Her hair was grey, but a kind of polished grey; rich shoulder length grey hair, smooth and glossy.

Her face wasn't aged much, but did show creases around the eyes. I couldn't tell her age, but between 40 and 60.

She wore light makeup, just to add color. Her skin was quite pale.

She had an impressive figure for her age, small and lean, yet with some breast still in evidence.

She dressed in bright colors, and her clothes were in sharp contrast to her. Yet they suited her.

Ralph and I picked her up at the airport. I waited with the car as he went in to find her.

"Hey, Nice car!" she said as we loaded her considerable luggage into the trunk.

"This is my friend Tom, It's his car." Ralph said, introducing me.

She looked up at me and smiled brightly, her face like an open book.

The eye was terrible; the white dead eye, like a ghost. Her good eye was bright and healthy.

She would have been very pretty I thought to myself, if she'd had two eyes like the good one. And she was 10 or 20 years younger. With some color in her hair

The two of them chatted as I drove, they obviously had a lot of catching up to do. I wondered about how Ralph had introduced me to her, as a "friend". Was that true? How could our relationship be defined? He'd taken my house and my wife, yet he was not my enemy. I wouldn't get the house back if he were destroyed, and probably wouldn't get my wife back either.

In fact, the three of us lived together, sharing our assets; my car and furniture, his house, Kelly's paycheck.

I got to pretend to the world that I was still doing fine. When I talked to a potential client, I would pretend it was my beautiful house, my beautiful wife.

Kelly hadn't told anyone what was happening either. It was her dirty secret. What would her friends think of her if they found out she'd dumped me when I became broke, to take up with the old white guy who owned the house?

Ralph told Mayra everything though, which was ok.

I took our guest's luggage up to her room as she toured the house and garden with Ralph. Kelly was still at work.

4 bedrooms; why had I paid half down for a 4 bedroom McMansion, when I could have bought a decent house outright? When I got that first big contract, I just assumed there would be more to follow. The movie did ok; no blockbuster, but it made a good profit. I was sure I was in the system.

I looked at this room, all the bedding and furniture that was still mine. Well, mine and Kelly's of course. Why had we bought all this stuff?Hardly anyone had ever even slept here.

As Ralph cooked dinner, Mayra regaled Kelly and I with stories of her time working at the UN. As she talked and laughed, waving her arms in emphasis at a joke, her ghost eye became less important. Her physical appearance less prominent in our minds as we got to know the woman behind it.

After dinner, she and Ralph got back to their catching up, which left me alone with Kelly for the first time since she'd started having sex with him.

At first, there seemed to be nothing to say; I almost turned on the idiot box. But after a while, we loosened up. She started telling me about things at work, silly little stories that were continuations of ones she used to tell me before. And for the first time since her long brown legs had spread for that old white man, we laughed together.

But from time to time, I could see her looking across at Mayra and Ralph, sitting closely and enjoying each other's company. And I could see she was fighting down her jealousy.

"So," Mayra said as we all said our goodnights, "All the furniture is still yours."

"That's right." I said.

"So then, I'll be sleeping in your bed tonight!"

We all laughed.

Ha ha.

About 15 minutes later, there was a soft knock on my bedroom door, and Mayra slipped in.

"I hate to sleep alone." She said with an apologetic smile. "Do you mind?"

I'd never been propositioned by a woman before, I didn't quite know how to respond.

There was just 2 seconds; more than that would have been increasingly insulting. Less would have been over eager.

"Not at all." I said, my good manners responding automatically since my mind couldn't quite figure out what else to do.

She smiled brightly, and began to strip off her clothes.

I avoided looking at her directly. I wasn't really sure what to do, actually. I didn't want her, but now I couldn't really refuse her. I liked her, she was [as Ralph had said] a hot lady in her weird way.

So I undressed and we got into bed and under the cover on opposite sides. I lay on my back and turned off the light as she slid up against me, pulling her knee over my thighs and running one hand over my chest. I put my arm around her, since it had nowhere else to go.

"MMM, That's nice." She said, and after a short time, we fell asleep.

I woke up with a hand on my cock. I didn't open my eyes at first; it felt good, but I didn't want to look into that ghost eye.

Gently, she stroked me; her hand small and sensitive, her experienced fingertips seemed to know just how to stimulate me.

I groaned internally though; She was a fun woman, but not exactly attractive. And in the room next to us, my gorgeous wife was in bed with another man.

And although my cock was hard in the older woman's hand, the fact was that I still loved Kelly.

But Mayra was here, in my bed, eager and willing. And despite the ghost eye, she was a sexy woman.

I opened my eyes and looked at her in the early morning light. I could hear Kelly downstairs now, getting ready to go to work.

The Ghost eye filled my vision, and it spooked me. I felt the blood begin to drain from my penis.

"I have to pee." I said, which was partly an excuse, but also true.

4 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms; I'd paid for it, so might as well use it.

As I emptied my bladder, I thought about Mayra.

I liked her; she had good energy. She was smart, funny, and healthy. She wanted me. And god, I needed it.

Yes, she was my mother's age. And that eye... if only it weren't for that eye.

But that was no reason to reject her, I decided. She needed love, I needed love, and here we were.

I went back out to find her getting out of bed. I went to her, and took her in my arms. She was small and vulnerable, physically so different to the brash character she was inside. She shook her head and looked up at me, her silver hair now covering the terrible eye. The good one sparkled at me, and I kissed her.

Ah, it felt good! Her warm smooth skin against me, her small hands on my back, her nipples pressing against my chest as I pushed my tongue into her mouth, my cock swelling against her.

A song played in my head "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with", as I pushed her back and lifted her onto the bed.

Downstairs, I heard the garage door open and Kelly's car pull out.

Mayra stroked my back with her feet and held my face in her hands as we kissed for a long time. I didn't even care about fucking her; this was what I needed. Contact, sympathy, respect. Just to know that I was still a man, a man who women found attractive. To feel her hand in my cock, to know she desired me. It gave me strength, it smoothed the rough edges of my mind.

"My god, but you're a big boy." She said, squeezing my cock for emphasis.

"All the better to please you ma'am" I said.

"Your body so strong." She whispered sulkily, running the fingers of her other hand over my chest, "And such a handsome face." She said as she kissed me again.

Yes, that was all true. But without money, a home, or a job, it didn't do much for me.

Well, it did this much; here was a woman who was happy enough to have me for what I was. I rolled onto her; she laughed, her legs opened wide, and she pulled me in.

I was still conflicted, but there was no stopping at that point. And as my rod eased into her cool wet interior, it felt very, very good.

"Ah." She sighed happily, "That's nice."

She was right; it was nice. It was uncomplicated and good. It didn't mean anything; we hadn't been romantic, we hadn't dated. There was no further intent. We were just having sex, nice energizing sex.

Slipping in and out, her old pink vagina was holding my young black cock as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and I guess it was. She looked up at me, smiling in pleasure, and I smiled back, looking at her good eye while ignoring the other. My cock was hard, my heart was strong, and it was all ok.

She tightened, and she came. I felt better and better as I pumped her; she was a good woman, a woman who deserved to be treated well. To be well fucked by a young black man if she wanted it.

She reached under and put her fingers on my balls, tickling then exquisitely.

"Come." She whispered.

So I did. I blew my pent up frustrations into her tight pale body, pumped out my disappointments and failures. She received it all with a smile, holding me tight.

The door opened. I looked up to see Kelly standing in the doorway. In her pink negligee.

Long smooth brown legs, the hem just obscuring her naked groin, great big firm breasts pushing out through the thin fabric, the sash at her waist emphasizing her curvy young figure.

She only ever wore that when she wanted sex.

The car I had heard leave was Ralph.

Her big brown eyes stared at us in shock for a moment, then she pulled away, closing the door after herself.

Inside the old one eyed woman below me, my cock wilted in shame; and the shame I felt, shamed me the most.

I pulled it out of her and followed my wife, but she had gone back to the master bedroom and locked the door behind her.

I stood there in the corridor, my wet cock swinging limp between my thighs. I could hear her crying.

What could I do? What could I say to her?

Master bedroom. I was not the master here, and I did not sleep in there.

Mayra and I kept sleeping together, but didn't have sex again for a while. We spooned and I put my arm around her. It felt nice, but I didn't feel like doing more with her, and she didn't try to instigate anything either.

Kelly and I avoided each other for the next couple of days, but on the third evening, we found ourselves alone together in the kitchen as Mayra chatted with Ralph in the living room.

Kelly and I were silent. She glared at me.

"What are you so angry about?" I finally said to her.

"How could you?" she hissed.

"Me? You're the one who broke us up, doing it with Ralph."

"That's different!"

"Why?"

"At least I knew him. And I didn't do it behind your back, either. You were part of it."

"I was not!"

"Yes you were. You watched; that's kinky sex. You didn't do anything to stop us, you watched, and you liked it."

"You were with other men too." I accused her, "He wasn't the first."

"No I wasn't!" she squeaked, clearly caught off guard.

I just looked at her. I knew from her tone she was lying, and she knew I knew.

"I never cheated on you Kelly." I said sadly, "In all our years together."

She looked away. "At least you could have found someone good looking." She said.

I laughed bitterly. "Is that what this is about? Her looks? Are you insulted because Mayra isn't a beauty?"

"She's an ugly old witch!" Kelly spat. "All those years I kept myself looking good for you, watching my weight, having my hair done, hours on my makeup, dressing well. But you'll go for anything."

I didn't like how she was talking about the woman who was sharing my bed.

"I think you're jealous." I said, "Mayra is an accomplished woman; she's had a career, traveled the world, met heads of state. She's funny and smart. And what are you? I never realized how conceited you are about your looks. Sure, you're a good looker; but come on, Kelly, that's what you were born with. Mayra is beautiful too, in her own way. It's her personality that's attractive, despite her exterior, not because of it."

My wife fumed, then stood up and went into the living room to join Mayra and Ralph. I looked through as I recovered my breath. I wondered if my angry outburst had sealed the end of my marriage.

Kelly sat down with Ralph, talking and laughing with them. I felt myself getting weaker, despair creeping up on me again.

Kelly put her arm around Ralph's neck, her fingers stroking his face.

  And then I saw something; Mayra was jealous. At a moment when she didn't think anyone was watching her, she let her face slip.

She was always talking to Ralph; well, she was his old girlfriend. Could she still have romantic feelings for him? I watched closely, looking at her as she watched Ralph kiss my wife, and I was convinced.

I sat back in my chair, amused. I wasn't the only one suffering here. Mayra was more than my bedmate, she was my comrade in heartache.

I felt a deep compassion for her. She was in love with Ralph, but how could she hope to compete with Kelly? I found myself looking forward to being in bed with her later. I wanted to give her a little more comforting than I had for the last few nights. Oddly, I was feeling horny for her.

I put away the dishes, then went into the living room to join the fray. I sat on the arm of the chair Mayra was sitting in, and draped my arm over her casually.

"Is that true?" she laughed, looking up at me, "You like to watch them together?"

"No." I said instinctively, seething at Kelly for having told on me.

Mayra laughed in delight and clapped her hands. "That's fantastic!" she said, "I thought all you Americans were really straight. Go on, Kelly, show us something."

"Like what?" Kelly said, her laughter stopping abruptly.

"Take his cock out and play with it." Mayra challenged her.

Kelly didn't look very happy about the idea. "You first." She retorted.

"Really? You want me to? Ok."

She twisted towards me and unbuckled my belt.

I didn't feel at all comfortable about this; but I couldn't refuse somehow. That would be to admit that Ralph was the better man; that he could do it like that and I couldn't.

So I let Mayra open my pants and pull out my limp brown roll. She grinned at the others in triumph and went down on me, sucking my organ into her old white mouth with an air of experience.

It felt good, and bad.

To make love with Mayra; well, I did it and I'm not ashamed of that. But it's not the kind of thing I wanted everyone else to know. Especially my wife.

I looked across at Kelly and Ralph for a second. Kelly looked shocked, staring at the action as if she wanted to look away but somehow couldn't. Ralph looked genuinely amused, he was grinning widely at the sight.

But I couldn't get into it. My cock was as limp as an overcooked spaghetti.

Mayra pulled away. "It doesn't seem to work." She said, "Maybe I should try Ralph."

She grinned at the other two, still holding my limp wet penis in her hand.

"Ralph's always works." Kelly said.

"Really? Still?" Mayra laughed, "After all these years, I would have thought he'd have cooled down. Go on, show us."

Ralph pulled his trousers off as if modesty wasn't something they'd invented yet when he was young. Kelly looked down at his cock, which he was holding up hopefully. She took it from him and pulled on it, and it stiffened rapidly in her long thin brown fingers. But she didn't go down on him.

"You do it." She challenged Mayra.

"Oh, can I?" she sang, and let go of me. She stood up, stepped across the room, and kneeled on the carpet in front of Ralph, dropping her grey head into his lap.

Kelly pulled her hand away, staring down in apparent horror, as if Mayra simply agreeing to her dare wasn't what she was expecting at all.

Ralph put his arm around Kelly and pulled her close, then put his hand on the back of her head and kissed her, as Mayra bobbed up and down over his cock.

I stood up to put mine away. Slowly, Kelly's hands went to his chest, slipping under his tee-shirt. His went behind her to zip down her dress.

I went around to the side so I could see. See his cock in Mayra's mouth.

Her one good eye swiveled around to look at me as she sucked him, but I couldn't deduce what message it was trying to send me.

I was excited and crushed; I couldn't even keep a one eyed old woman. On the other hand, perhaps she'd drive a wedge between Ralph and Kelly.

Mayra abandoned Ralph's cock to pull off Kelly's dress and underwear. She hadn't been wearing any shoes or stockings. Ralph reached between my wife's brown thighs to play with her, As Mayra stood up.

"Tom, would you unzip me?" she asked playfully, tossing her head to one side to look at me flirtatiously out of the corner of her good eye.

I have to join in, I thought to myself; I can't just watch and still maintain my dignity.

"Sure." I said.

I held the collar and pulled the zipper down slowly, unpeeling her tight dress from her body. As it dropped to the floor, she stood there, obviously waiting. So I unhooked her bra.

She turned to face me, shaking her bra down her arms.

Her small pale breasts stood proud, the nipples pink and erect. Although much smaller than Kelly's, Mayra's breasts were actually as attractive. Kelly's hung lower, with nipples nearly black.

"And the panties." Mayra said.

I kneeled down to pull them off, and she took my head in her hands, pulling my face to her groin.

I did want her; I was willing to do everything, but in private. Not with Ralph and Kelly watching. At the same time, I needed to prove something, I couldn't let Ralph have them both for himself!

So I tilted my face up and put my tongue to her old pink clit.

She was a bit hairy, not shaved like Kelly. She tasted surprisingly good though; of woman, horny hot woman.

She pulled away, and I was looking at my wife and her older lover, naked on my sofa in each other's arms, looking back at me.

"Now do it to Kelly." Mayra said.

I felt a little gleam of light in the darkness of my soul; Mayra was smart; she knew what was going on here, and she wanted to help me! I crawled forward and put my face between those succulent thighs for the first time in months.

I didn't care what had been going on there in between; I didn't care that Ralph had been ejaculating in there, I just wanted to pleasure my wife while I had the chance.

"He isn't very good at that." Mayra observed.

"Not as good as Ralph." Kelly agreed, and they all laughed.

"I've always wanted to try it myself." Mayra added. "May I?"

I looked up, still licking Kelly's crotch as best I could. Kelly was still holding Ralph's hard cock, Mayra was naked sitting on his thigh with her arms around his neck and her tight little tits against him, and he had an arm around each of them.

"Oh yeah!" Ralph said, "I want to see that!"

"Ok." Kelly conceded hesitantly.

Mayra put a hand on my forehead and pulled me away from where I belonged.

"Go on, Tom." She said gently, "You stand over there and watch. That's what you really like, isn't it?"

I tried to answer, but couldn't quite find the right words in time.

So we all watched as Mayra put her face between Kelly's thighs and took over.

"This is really weird." Kelly said.

"It's fantastic! Don't you think so Tom?"Ralph grinned up at me, as my lover licked my wife, who was still pulling his cock.

Kelly looked down at the rich grey hair in her lap, and slowly ran the fingers of her free hand through it.

"Is it good?" Ralph demanded, "Do you like it? You do, don't you?"

"I... uh! I guess so." Kelly murmured, clearly conflicted, but keeping her shapely brown thighs wide open.

Ralph pulled her tight and kissed her deeply, as Kelly lifted one foot up onto the couch. Mayra crawled up onto there, keeping her face in Kelly's shaved brown crotch. She reached a hand out and found Ralph's balls, and played with them at the same time.

Then Mayra started to kiss her way up Kelly's naked body. Kelly, leaning against Ralph, stopped kissing him, and the three of us watched in fascination as the older woman continued her experiment. She took one of Kelly's big breasts in her hands, and kissed it, before sucking the nipple into her mouth. Slowly, as if unsure what to do, Kelly's hand came to rest on Mayra's pale back, stroking slightly as Mayra moved higher.

The two women faced each other, faces inches apart. White and black, old and young, European and American.

Kelly was beautiful; but Mayra was sexy. It was the way she talked, the way she walked. Always flirtatious, the curl of her lips, her funny accent, her frequent laughter. Had she been younger, they would have been equals.

Slowly, Mayra lowered her mouth, until it met Kelly's. And they kissed.

The silence was deafening as a long brown leg lifted up and over the white woman's back. My wife had another woman in her arms! Lying on top of her, naked, kissing her, and she was not objecting. She was participating.

Mayra lifted up her head.

"Wow!" she exclaimed with her sexy little laugh, and rolled off of Kelly and onto Ralph, sprawling across his lap face up.

She reached up and put her hands around his neck as he encircled her body with his, and he kissed her, both of them twisting their necks.

And suddenly I had a flash; that all Mayra had done was to get to this point. She wasn't interested in Kelly, she wanted Ralph.

My naked wife glanced across at me, then at the two older white people next to her on the sofa, obviously unsure what to do next.

"Oh look!" Mayra laughed, "I have a cock! I always wanted one."

She had one hand between her thighs, and she was pulling on Ralph's rod as if it were attached to her. She grinned at me, which excited me some, and over her shoulder, Ralph grinned at me too too, which didn't.

Kelly now had a mission; she got down on her knees in front of Ralph and Mayra, and lowered her face to take "their" cock in her mouth.

"Oh yes, baby! Suck me!" Mayra laughed, writhing around on Ralph's flat stomach as he held her breasts.

My cock was stiff in my pants as I watched them; but I was outside this triangle. An observer, not a participant.

I could have... what? Stripped off and joined them? Kelly might reject me. Mayra wanted Ralph. They might have some queer tendencies, but I didn't. I didn't want to get too close to him and his stiff white cock.

So I sat down to one side, and watched my wife suck it. Why, I wondered, was that so exciting for me? The pain was expected, but why the simultaneous thrill?

Her pretty lips held the white penis as she sucked him, her arms thrown around Mayra's thighs, her hands resting on Ralph's.

Actually, Kelly had always been the more adventurous of us sexually. I remembered when she had wanted to try anal sex; that had surprised me. Actually, now that I was thinking about it, I realized it had happened right after our "dry" spell.

Had she been screwed in the ass by another man first?

And now here she was in a threesome, kissing her way up Mayra's smooth pale body, kissing her cute pink nipples, then her mouth again.

The two women, so different, were wildly erotic to watch together. I hadn't even thought they liked each other much. Then again, maybe that helped; if they had been friends, they would be much more hesitant to experiment this way.

Mayra was squirming around, her feet pushing against the floor, one hand around Kelly's hips and the other between her own legs, fishing for Ralph's penis.

Kelly stood above them, holding Mayra's face, clearly getting into this new experience.

It made me wonder; why did she want to try different things sexually? Was it thrill seeking, or was it rooted in a deeper dissatisfaction? Was it possible that my wife was gay?

"Hey guys, this is great and all, but couldn't we move to the bedroom?" Ralph grunted from below.

"Good idea." Kelly agreed.

"Ya, ok." Mayra conceded, rotating her hips a few last times before lifting herself off of him.

Ralph heaved himself up from the couch and took Kelly's hand as he stood up, pulling her after him as he headed for the stairs.

Mayra looked at me and smiled, then reached for my hand, and dragged me after her as she followed them.

In the master bedroom, Ralph was on his back in bed as my wife got in next to him, on her hands and knees. She lay on her side and he put his arm around her shoulders while they kissed. Mayra parked me in a corner and kissed me briefly, squeezing my stiff cock through my pants.

I was just about to pull her into the next room and have her, when she whispered; "I'll look after this later if you want."

She let go of me and got into bed with Kelly and Ralph.

Mayra took his cock in her hand as she lowered her head to suck him. She tossed her silver hair to one side and looked up at me. She smiled in her sexy way, then slowly spread her mouth over his stiff white organ.

As I watched, I found her beautiful. I realized the eye wasn't bothering me much anymore; I looked right at her face, into her eyes, both of them. My cock bulged in my pants as we looked at each other, her hand and mouth moving up and down Ralph's penis.

I had the impression she was doing this at least partly for me; that she was having sex with me at the same time, even though I was standing several feet away. It was his cock in her mouth, but my face she was looking at. It was like Kelly had said, even though I was only watching, I was part of it.

She pointed at my groin and beckoned, then made a masturbation gesture. I hesitated; it would be an act of humility. But so what, I thought. I opened my zipper and pulled it out into the air, pulling on it for her as much as myself. Dry, so I would not come. Just a light touch, teasing myself. It felt good, relaxing but stimulating. I stroked myself with surprisingly little shame as I watched my two women make love with Ralph.

"Let's switch." Mayra suggested to Kelly.

"Ok," Kelly agreed, and Mayra moved up to kiss Ralph while Kelly went down on him.

As she took his stiff rod in her hands, she looked up and saw me there, playing with myself as I watched. She looked annoyed, then ignored me.

Her thick black curls fell across his pale thighs as she sucked his cock, and although she was as stunningly beautiful as ever, I was somehow unmoved this time. My eyes focused on Mayra, Ralph's fingers on her tight little breast, her tongue in his mouth, her furry groin open and waiting for something.

Could I? should I?

Crawl in there and lick her, pull off my clothes and stuff her full of black cock? If I got in there with them, I would be part of it, a full participant. I wasn't sure whether I wanted that or not.

Just then, the decision was taken away from me, as Ralph heaved himself up, pulling his rod from my wife's mouth, taking it in his hand, and pushing it into Mayra as he rolled her onto her back.

Well, I thought, maybe I could do it with Kelly; but somehow I didn't think I would be welcome between her thighs.

So I stayed put, watching and playing with myself, enjoying the show and wallowing in my humiliation and pain.

My wife stretched herself out alongside Mayra, who turned her head to look into Kelly's face. They smiled at each other; smiled at their shared experience, their shared lover, their shared pleasure.

Ralph pulled out of Mayra, and moved over between Kelly's legs, which opened in invitation. His hairy white ass descended, settling into her fertile valley.

As he screwed my wife, Mayra rolled onto her side and looked down at her, stroking Kelly's face sensuously with her fingers, and then kissed her.

Again I thought: should I join in? Mayra was... vacant. I felt a little disgusted with myself for thinking of her like that.

Mayra put one hand on Ralph's back, and the other behind Kelly's head. Ralph was going at it pretty hard, his big white rod sliding deep into my wife with a steady moderate rhythm. I knew she would come soon.

Ralph got up onto his knees, hooking his elbows under Kelly's legs. Mayra kissed her way down Kelly's body, stopping for a sort break at each big brown nipple before turning herself around and lowering her face to Kelly's clit.

"OW!" Kelly squealed, grabbing Mayra's grey head in her hands and holding it there. "Oh my god!" she added for emphasis, and started to come.

Ralph pumped her devotedly as Mayra did her thing and Kelly went into one hell of an orgasm.

I felt jealous of her then; of the pleasure, the intensity of her experience. The attention of all three of us were focused on her, and she was having a blast.

But I guess the most impressive of the three was Ralph; I couldn't figure out how he didn't lose his load right then. I almost came, and my cock was dry in my own hand.

After a half minute or so, Kelly relaxed again, her breathing evening out. Ralph pulled out of her, took Mayra's head in his hands, and pushed his cock into her mouth.

I found the move exceedingly rude; but Mayra didn't seem to mind.

Ralph turned his head to look at me. "You like Mayra, don't you?"

"Sure." I said.

"I mean, you guys have been sleeping together since she got here, so I hope you don't mind."

I didn't say anything, so he pressed further.

"Do you mind, Tom?"

Mayra stretched out her arms and wrapped her hands around his ass, pulling him deeper.

"It's ok with me if it's ok with her." I said, but that wasn't exactly how I felt.

He pulled his hard rod out of her and pushed her face down into Kelly's crotch. Then he took Kelly's ankles and lifted her legs up, then pulled them together to one side, using them as a lever to roll her over. He hooked his fingers around her ass and hauled her the rest of the way. Mayra rolled under, so now their positions were reversed; Mayra was below and Kelly above, still in their '69'.

"Hey tom, do me a favor will you?" he said, getting behind Kelly again and pushing his cock under her into Mayra's mouth.

"What's that, Ralph?"

"Get me the KY jelly from the bathroom cabinet."

I hesitated for a second; just because I was watching him fuck my wife and my lover, it didn't mean I was his stooge. But what the hell; he was busy and I wasn't doing much.

"Sure." I said.

It took me a few seconds to find it. When I came out he was doing Kelly doggy style, with Mayra still under her and Kelly's face in her crotch.

Ralph pulled halfway out and pulled Kelly's brown cheeks apart with his thumbs.

"Squeeze a little dab right there." He said.

I unscrewed the top of the tube and did as he asked.

"She likes it in the ass." He continued, as he slid his thing out of her vagina and stirred it around on her anus. "Look, she's gone all still now, waiting for it. Watch this, man!"

He pushed his rod into her, and her rear opened to accept it, but the tension of the sphincter was visibly squeezing his crown.

"Oh man, she's tight as a fist!" he grunted, "You should try it, Tom."

"I have." I said defensively, my eyes unable to move away from the sight of his cock moving deeper into my wife's ass.

Mayra slipped out from under Kelly, who dropped onto the mattress with her knees splayed out, Tom's hands pressing down on the small of her back as he strained to jam his rod all the way in.

"That's a little bit disgusting." Mayra observed, then sat down with her pale thighs open, and crooked her finger at me with a tight smile.

I didn't want to do it with her here, in the same bed where Tom was sodomizing my wife; but I sure did need some release.

I kicked off my shoes, dropped my trousers, and peeled off my shirt, then climbed aboard.

Her hands on my shoulders and back seemed to vacuum the pain out of me. Her smile of welcome eased my angst. Even her ghost eye seemed friendly as my cock slid into her cool welcoming wetness.

Ah, that felt good; better than I could have imagined, so good I didn't understand why I had ever hesitated to love her. I bottomed my stiff rod in her, took her face between my palms, and kissed her. She smelled of pussy; Kelly's.

So small, so white, so delicate; so lovable but for the bad eye.

Aren't we supposed to love someone for what they are within? For their spirit, their generosity, their intelligence?

I couldn't help but look next to us, where my wife had her face pressed against the mattress, her great black curls spilling across like a big inkblot test. She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back automatically; but what was she smiling about exactly? That she was prettier than Mayra? That she was having kinkier sex than we were? Was she... flirting with me? With Ralph's cock in her ass?

I turned my attention back to the woman I was coupled with, who smiled up at me brightly, her ghost eye unavoidable in this position.

I fucked her hard, but my mind was full of conflicts; not about the sex, but about the emotions it inevitably precipitated.

I wanted to love her. Well, at least a little. And I did, too; her body, her hands, the curl of her lips, her feet on my ass, and most of all her intelligence and energy.

But there was her age, and that terrible eye.

Why didn't she cover it up? Or have a prosthetic fitted? Instead, she glared at me with it, challenged me with it.

My elbows on the bed, I ran my thick black fingers through her grey hair, holding her white face between my strong palms as my cock drove deep into her again and again.

Yes, the eye was her challenge. Could a man look at it and love her? Could I look past her disfigurement and just see the sexy, vigorous woman below?

I kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue into her throat, actually enjoying my inner conflict. I was horny and strong, but didn't need to come.

That was a problem I always had with Kelly. She was too pretty, I was too turned on by her. When Kelly would start to come, I'd always blow my load.

With Mayra, there was balance; she turned me on, I felt great to be on her, in her, naked in each other's arms. I liked her, respected her, I thought she was a very special woman.

But I wasn't crazy for her the way I was for my wife; I wasn't helpless. With Mayra, I was stronger. I had control.

She started to come, and even that didn't affect me. I just kept kissing her, fucking her, and enjoying her. I lifted my head and looked into her face, even into the eye. Yes, she was beautiful, but not like Kelly.

She grunted and heaved, gasped and clutched. My cock ruled her, hard in the midst of her softness, invincible through her pulsing orgasm.

There was a power in that, a power that I wasn't quite used to; a power that was really quite fun.

My lover reached her hand across and threaded her fingers into my wife's hair, and turned her head to look at the younger woman.

"This is just so good." Mayra said as I continued to work her.

"Uh huh." Kelly agreed.

Mayra slid over to Kelly so their heads touched. Kelly lifted herself up onto her elbows, then put one arm across Mayra, as I got up onto my knees. The women were at 90 degree angles to each other, so I was a few feet from Ralph, who was holding Kelly by the hips as he did his thing to her.

The women kissed, and we eased off so they weren't bouncing around.

Mayra reached a hand under Kelly and took a breast in her hand. Then she reached both arms around Kelly, and started to worm her way underneath. I sat back and didn't follow. Kelly moved a little forward, until her face was framed between Mayra's white thighs. We looked at each other; my stiff cock standing between us, husband and wife but strangers in bed. Her eyes were wide but her mouth was slack; I couldn't see it, but I was sure Mayra's tongue was on her clit. Above and behind her, Ralph's gleaming bald head grunted with effort.

Kelly dropped her face into Mayra's fuzzy groin, and I decided I wanted to put my cock back in there. I crawled forward and spread my knees below Mayra's legs, and pushed my dark penis into her open wet pinkness.

My wife licked my shaft as it went in.

It was the first physical contact we'd had since she'd started having sex with Ralph two months before.

I looked down at her as I did it to Mayra, and Ralph did Kelly's ass. She didn't look back, but concentrated on Mayra's clit instead.

I took Mayra's ankles in my hands, and she started to shake a bit. I knew she was coming, so I went at her a bit harder. I was going to come myself, but then my eyes caught Ralph's. He was grinning at me in an odd way. Well, given the circumstances, there was no other way to grin. But it put me off.

I thought about how he just put his cock wherever he wanted, and decided to do the same. I pulled my cock out of Mayra, and holding the base in my hand, pushed the tip against Kelly's mouth.

She opened up and sucked me in.

That was odd; more than not touching, we'd barely spoken to each other. And now she was sucking my cock.

She looked up at me, her eyes vague, looking past or through me. With a tongue in her box, a cock in her ass, mine in her mouth, and six hands on her body, she was coming.

"Oh man!" Ralph exclaimed as he blew his load.

Kelly grabbed my balls, which she knew would trigger them. She focused on me as I looked into her beautiful treacherous eyes, and pumped her mouth full of sperm.

A few days later, after our run, Ralph and I were out on the patio by the pool. Mayra brought us our beers. Kelly was at work.

"What do you think of this anal sex thing?" Mayra asked me.

"It doesn't really appeal to me." I told her.

"Me either!" she exclaimed, "It's a bit disgusting don't you think?"

"That's what Kelly said at first." Ralph said defensively, "But once she got used to it, she likes it."

"I think she just does it for you." Mayra said, "No woman could really like that."

"Why not?"  Ralph argued, "Gay men like it, and we all have the same rear end. So given that, why shouldn't a woman like it?"

"Because we have vaginas!" Mayra said, "Which is where sex is supposed to happen."

"Come on, you like giving head, don't you?" Ralph pressed her.

"Yes." She admitted, with a conspiratorial look in my direction, "But that's different."

We smiled at each other, remembering the blowjob she'd given me that morning.

"Why? It's just the same." Ralph insisted, "Sex without possibility of reproduction; bonding, pleasure, yes, but no babies. And lots of people don't like to give head, either. And they mostly have the same objections, like 'disgusting' and 'unnatural'."

"Have you tried it?" Mayra asked him.

"Tried what?"

"Giving head." She said.

"I do it to women." He said.

"That's not the same." Mayra retorted. "There's no penetration, and no ejaculation."

"Women have fluids too, right Tom?"

"And we just suck it down." I added.

She smiled at me, because I'd been doing some of that between her thighs too.

"But if you follow that logic, men should like to get it in the ass too." She insisted.

"Most guys just never try it." Ralph said, tilting his head back to empty his glass.

"Have you?" Mayra asked him.

"Sure." He said.

We looked at him in some shock.

"Hey, you have to just try things sometimes." He said, "It was the seventies, we were doing all sorts of stuff."

"Did you like it?" Mayra asked.

"I was more into his wife." He said, "She was hot."

"Two men and one woman. Now that sounds like a good idea!" Mayra giggled.

"We could do that." Ralph said, "Couldn't we, Tom?"

I was conflicted; Mayra was mine!

But of course she wasn't.

"Sure." I said.

Mayra shifted her hips, suddenly becoming more sexual.

"Let's go inside." She laughed.

"Ok." Ralph said, grabbing his shorts so as to reveal the shape of his cock.

Mayra stood up. She sauntered into the house with an exaggerated sexuality, beckoning us to follow her.

We all pulled our clothes off, then got into the big bed together. I kissed Mayra as she opened her legs and lifted her groin towards Ralph's face in silent instruction.

We stroked her and licked her. We switched places; she held our stiff rods in her hands and cooed in pleasure. She rolled over and I massaged her feet while Ralph rubbed her back, his cock in her hand all the while. She rolled onto her back, and we kneeled to either side of her, rubbing our penises on her tight little breasts, them pushing them into her mouth one at a time.

Small and delicate, yet totally comfortable with the two of us, she held our balls and sucked up our attention, our energy, our lust for her, and our cocks of course, the black and the white.

As I went down on her, I thought about her odd sexiness; she was a successful woman, and I wondered how much that influenced me. After all, I was completely broke.

I enjoyed pleasing her; I held her in my arms at night, kissed her good morning like I used to kiss my wife. As I worked at her tasty crotch, I suddenly wondered; was I in love with her?

I sat up as Ralph pulled his cock out of her mouth and took my place, pushing his penis into her open vagina.

Love? What is that, anyway? I'd thought I was in love with Kelly, but now I wasn't sure.

I knelt next to her and took her face in my hands. She pulled on my cock and smiled at me with a look of deep satisfaction; she was simply happy. Happy to be making love with two men, happy to be the focus of our attention.

Actually, Mayra seemed happy most of the time anyway. Maybe that was the secret of her sexiness.

I bent and kissed her tenderly, as Ralph did it to her bottom half. I didn't feel jealous, which I found odd. I was happy to do this for Mayra.

She had done a lot for me actually; listening to my griping, holding me at night, and sucking my cock a lot too. Love her or not, I liked her a lot, and I was happy to see her enjoying herself so much.

I was enjoying myself too, just kissing and stroking her body with my fingers as she fondled my cock and came a couple of times. But then Ralph pulled out and pushed his cock at her face.

"Take over, Tom." He panted.

So I shifted to the action spot between her open legs, and pushed my cock into her.

She arched her back and flexed her legs as I entered, while sucking on Ralph's cock. She played with his balls as I went to work, giving her a good banging.

I was close to coming when Ralph started grinning at me, which put me off. I didn't really mind, since this afternoon was about pleasing Mayra. My orgasm was better if delayed anyway.

She came; I kept on until she was through, then I pulled out and Ralph took over again.

I sat back and just watched for a couple of minutes. Frankly, I didn't have as much control as Ralph, and I needed to cool down. I didn't want to come yet. Mayra had Ralph between her legs, her hands around his hairy white ass, but her bright smile was aimed at me. I liked that; it was as if we had a little secret, as if he were doing the work, but it was me getting the credit.

I let her suck my cock again for a minute before changing places with Ralph again.

We didn't do it particularly hard or fast, but we kept at her for an amazing long time. I think we could have gone on for hours longer that way. We were rivals, but we were a team. Together 10 times more potent than either of us could be alone.

And Mayra just had one orgasm after another; but beyond that, she just seemed to be having a really good time. She wasn't intimidated or afraid of our incessant fucking, her strong old body had no apparent problem with it.

Finally, Ralph came in her mouth, as she toyed with his balls.

He headed for the bathroom, and Mayra pushed me over onto my back, then turned around on top of me, setting her groin down on my face as she took my cock in her hands and mouth.

Things were getting pretty sloppy by this time; but I wasn't quite through with her yet.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and took her ass in my hands as my tongue lapped her swollen pink clit. Her body on top of me felt good, her curves not as dramatic as Kelly's, but still attractive.

She played with my balls and asshole as she sucked me. It felt weird and good, so I reciprocated, finding her anus with my fingers.

She pressed on mine, so I pressed on hers. I guess she liked it, because she pushed her finger in.

As I said, everything was pretty sloppy down there, so I pushed my finger in too. her thighs tightened around my face and she shifted slightly.

I worked my finger right in there, still licking her vagina, as I was finger-fucked at the same time, and the blowjob intensified.

The finger in there had an unexpected effect on me. I felt it rising, and there was no way I could have stopped it. Ralph had a point; weird as it was, there was a sensitivity to the anal cavity; it was full of shit, but an erogenous zone none the less.

I held Mayra tight around the hips and let loose; tightening the muscles of my abdomen, I let everything go.

After the longest sex session I'd ever known, the orgasm didn't take all that long, but it was a good 10 seconds. As it ended, I relaxed my grip on her body, and she lifted herself up, swinging one thigh over my face as she rolled off of me.

But something was weird; because the blowjob hadn't stopped.

In the doorway, Kelly stood, still in her work clothes, staring open mouthed.

I lifted my head and looked between my legs. It was Ralph sucking my cock, and his finger in my ass, too.

"Jesus Christ!" Kelly said.

My belly twisted and my cock shriveled up as if suddenly attached to a vacuum hose.

Ralph released me, pulled his finger out, and stood up. I guess we were all waiting for an explanation.

He shrugged, "Hey, you have to just try things sometimes." He said, then went into the bathroom to clean up.

Mayra laughed, probably more to fill the deafening silence than because it was all that funny. But then Kelly started laughing too.

"His face!" she laughed, pointing at me, "That was priceless!"

The next day, running with Ralph felt less comfortable. I was ok with him sleeping with my wife, but not with him sucking my cock. That just went too far.

We got back home, and as we cooled down and got our breathing back, he started to talk.

"The thing is, Tom...  I just don't feel right about sleeping with Kelly anymore."

"Why not?" I asked neutrally.

"It was all fun in the beginning, but the motives were always mixed of course. I mean, people have sex for lust, then they should either find love or move on, that's what I think. Now there's plenty of lust still; I'm not saying it isn't great. But the truth is... well, I'm in love with someone else. Kelly is gorgeous and half my age, but we all know it's not a relationship that'll last long. It's as much about money as sex anyway."

"Maybe it's time we move on." I suggested, "Or I do at least."

"I don't want you to go, Tom. And the truth is, without Kelly's paycheck, I won't be able to make the property tax due. I'm just afraid if I tell her I don't want to sleep with her anymore, I'll end up in default. I thought I'd be taxed on what I paid, but the county assessor is using current value. It's all just wrong."

"Death and taxes, Ralph."

"Yeah, but I meant my relationship with your wife. She's a fantastic woman, in bed and out, but come on; she'll dump me when I start to bore her, right?"

"So who is it you're in love with?" I asked him, "Mayra?"

"Mayra! Hell no. She's great, but that was over a long time ago. Actually Tom... I'm in love with you."

Well now what the hell am I supposed to do?

Foreclosed 3, coming and going

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