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The Video Arcade (MF, threesome)
By Anonymous

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My lady friend, Sara, and I had been seeing each other for over a 
year.  Not often enough, mind you, but as often as we could, as she 
was still married. I am a 50+ male and she is a 30 year old female, 
very pretty, small but very sensitive breasts, and extremely erotic 
and sensual. A dream too good to be true for an old war-horse like 
me.

We had been talking about inviting a man in for a three-way as it 
has been a lifelong obsession of mine to see my lover with another 
man. Or, for that matter, another woman. She is fascinated with the 
idea of going down on a female. But, that is a story for another 
time. There are very few women I have met who would go for it. But, 
as time went on, Sara got into the idea. This night we started out 
in a gentleman's club. We have done this before, but little did we 
know how the evening would turn out.  Sara likes it when I buy her 
lap dances and fantasy room dances. She tells me the feel of 
another woman's soft skin is like no other, and it really is a 
sight to see her face reflecting the dream state she gets in when 
one of the dancers rubs her breasts along the side of her face.  
This particular night the featured dancer was a very erotic blond, 
Tricia, who was very tall and very well proportioned. She was also 
a very good dancer. And, she turned Sara and I both on.

After several lap dances with various dancers, we settled on 
Tricia.  Shortly, we ended up in the fantasy room. Tricia put on an 
extraordinary show and Sara and I both were enjoying things 
immensely. At one point, Tricia even asked that I leave the room so 
she could put on a private dance for Sara. Of course, Sara was 
agreeable. So, I went out and had a drink while they stayed in the 
room. I get a lot of enjoyment our of knowing that Sara is enjoying 
herself. That night was no exception.  After my drink, I went back 
to the room and we talked with Tricia for awhile and invited her 
back to our table for a drink. Try as we might, we could not talk 
Tricia into going back to the hotel with us. At closing time we 
left, both of us feeling very frustrated.

As we were driving back to the hotel we passed an adult bookstore 
and novelty shop. I swung the car around and we went back. Sara had 
expressed a desire to get some ben-wa balls and I thought it was as 
good a time as any. After looking at the novelties, Sara picked out 
a set of the brass balls and I paid for them. I also purchased a 
handful of tokens so we could go back to a booth and watch a flick 
or two. Settling into the booth, Sara sat on a stool and I stood 
behind her. By the way, I failed to mention that Sara was wearing 
knee high black leather boots, a black leather vest, and a black 
leather skirt. She had on sheer black stockings, a black garter 
belt, and black panties underneath. No bra.  She looked fabulous, 
and earlier many of the dancers had commented on how much they 
liked how she looked.

I neglected to hook the door when we entered the booth, and sure 
enough, SURPRISE! Someone opened the door, saw us, and immediately 
shut the door and went into the booth next door.

Almost immediately, I hatched a plot in my sexually frustrated 
brain. I slipped out and knocked on the booth into which the man 
had gone. The guy opened the door and I could see he was a man in 
his thirties, clean cut, and nice looking. I questioned him about 
whether he could "behave" himself if I invited him next door. He 
answered that he would only do what he was allowed to do, or 
prompted to do. I liked the answer, so I told him to come on.

The first thing I did when we got back to our booth, besides 
hooking the door, was to slide Sara's vest down to expose her 
breasts. We could hear her suck in a deep breath. Her nipples are 
always hard, and the coolness of the booth, and the fact there was 
a strange man standing next to her, made them stand out like 
strawberries on a sundae. I asked his name and he told me it was 
Bob. I asked him if he liked Sara's breasts, and he said, "indeed 
he did." And, I said they are nice to touch and that was his cue to 
go for it. As he massaged her breasts, and lightly pinched and 
pulled on her nipples, I could see the bulge grow in his pants. I 
said something to Sara about him being excited, I also noticed she 
was breathing in rapid shallow breaths. He unzipped his pants and 
Sara reached over and put her hand in and started to massage his 
cock.  All the time I was feeding tokens in the coin slot, but none 
of us were paying any attention to what was on the screen. It got 
really intense, and Sara soon had an orgasm. She is probably not 
unique that way, but it seems as if there is a direct connection 
between her nipples and her clit. She often has an orgasm when I 
play with, and suck, on her nipples.

Things settled down after a bit. It seemed like an hour, but was 
probably no more than ten minutes. I asked him if he wanted to go 
back to the hotel with us. He said, yes. I told him to wait five 
minutes then come outside.. If we decided it was a good idea we 
would be waiting for him. If not, we would be gone. I'll leave it 
to the reader's imagination as to what our decision was.

To recap briefly, Sara and I visited an adult bookstore and went in 
the back to view videos in the arcade. Having neglected to lock the 
door, a man opened the door, saw us, and then entered the next 
booth. Sara and I had just spent the night at a club with gorgeous 
female dancers. Sara has always had a fantasy of making it with 
another woman. Me, I simply have fantasies about Sara and others 
while I watch. We left the club frustrated having been unsuccessful 
at getting one of the dancers to go back with us to the hotel. The 
surprise of the man opening our booth door immediately sparked an 
idea in me. I went next door talked to the man, and satisfied he 
was not a creep, invited him to our booth where we proceeded to 
treat Sara's breasts to the attention they deserved. After awhile 
we told Bob, that was his name, that we were considering inviting 
him back to the hotel. We were going to leave, and he should give 
us five minutes to talk it over. If we were still in the parking 
lot when he came out chances were he was going to get lucky. Now, 
to pick up the rest of the story....

Sara and I went out to the parking lot and talked about the 
possibilities, dangers, and whether she was attracted to the guy. 
She stated her attraction wasn't real strong, but that he seemed 
OK. We had long talked about including another man and this seemed 
like a good opportunity. Soon, Bob came out and got in his pickup. 
I got out of the car and went over and talked with him again. Still 
a little nervous about the whole thing, I questioned him some more 
about his ability to do only what he was asked to do and that he 
understood, NO MEANS NO! He agreed and I told him to follow us to 
the hotel, park, give us a few minutes, and I would be out to get 
him.

Sara and I entered our room. We decided the leather look was sexy 
and she would stay clothed for the time being. One thing Sara likes 
though, is to be blindfolded. She likes that because it allows her 
to concentrate on all the feelings she experiences from unknown 
hands caressing her body and allowing her body to bring her 
pleasure. I tied a black scarf around her eyes, kissed her, told 
her I loved her, and then went to get Bob.

Upon entering the room, we found Sara sitting on the bed. I went 
over and took her by the hand and faced her towards Bob and told 
her to say hello. Then I started to untie the front of her vest and 
let it fall open revealing her breasts. The effect was way 
different than it was in the darkened booth. You could see the 
delight on Bob's face. Then I unzipped her leather skirt and let it 
fall to the floor revealing her black garter belt, stockings, and 
panties. Still in her boots, she looked very sexy and her shallow 
breathing indicated she was also getting excited. I told Bob to 
slip off her vest and he kissed her breasts and sucked on her 
nipples as he did so. Sara suggested he get undressed and as he was 
doing so, she sat back on the bed. Not wanting to unhook her garter 
belt to remove her panties, I took my pocket knife and cut a large 
whole in the crotch of her panties. Basically, I presented Sara's 
most intimate parts to our new found friend for his enjoyment.

By then Bob was undressed. I handed him a condom and he put it on 
then laid down on the bed next to Sara and started kissing and 
nuzzling her neck and breasts again. Her nipples resumed their 
previous "strawberries on a sundae" proportions. Bob reached down 
and began to rub Sara between the legs and found her pussy. He 
remarked about how wet she was, and I said she was always like 
that. Kissing his way down her belly, he ended up with his head 
between her legs and began kissing and sucking her. I could tell 
she was enjoying it by the look on her face, that dreamy far away 
look she gets when she is allowing her body to do what it will. I 
bent over her and kissed her lightly and asked her if everything 
was alright. She responded with a quick nodding of her head, YES! I 
got the camera and began taking pictures. We wanted to preserve the 
moment for later enjoyment and to share with friends.

By then Bob had moved into position and took her legs and pushed 
them back over her and entered her, slowly at first, then all the 
way. He began a rhythmic stroking and I could tell Sara was off in 
lala land.  Bob was not super endowed, but he was sufficient in 
length and thickness to give her the "full" feeling she so enjoyed.
 
The sight of his cock entering her pussy through the hole I had cut 
in her panties was very much a turn on for me as well! Soon he was 
banging her hard with full force and Sara was responding and 
pleading to be fucked harder. She could stand it no longer, pushed 
him off, and got on her knees begging her to fuck her hard from 
behind. Soon his thighs were slapping against her ass with smacks 
almost loud enough to make one think she was being spanked. I like 
watching Sara in this position because it gives me the opportunity 
to see her tits swinging back and forth in time with the fucking 
she was getting. Before, all I could do was watch in the mirror. 

This was a whole new perspective and I wasted no time getting more 
pictures. The only thing I wished was that I had a camcorder so I 
could get a video of her in motion. Oh well, next time!  Sara was 
cumming and cumming. Of course, she had been cumming ever since Bob 
first entered her. She is multiorgasmic and has told me she is not 
sure if it is one continuous orgasm, or one building on another. 
Perhaps some of you ladies reading this can relate.

It wasn't long before Bob stiffened and let out a low throaty 
growl. He pushed in as far as he could and you could tell he was 
filling the condom with his white hot sperm. Then Sara did a most 
surprising thing.  She pulled away and turned on her hands and 
knees to face Bob. She pulled off the condom and quickly took it 
into her mouth sucking some of his cum into her mouth. Then she 
grabbed his cock, stroked it a few times, and bent down and took 
him in her mouth. She voraciously sucked and ran her tongue around 
his semi-hard cock. But, soon she had it at full hardness again and 
she proceeded to suck him with a simulated fucking motion. He soon 
caught on and grabbed her by the hair, another thing she likes, and 
began fucking her face almost as hard as he had just fucked her 
pussy. She reached out and grabbed both his ass cheeks with her 
hands and helped pull him in to her harder and harder. By this time 
I had taken two packs of Polaroid pictures and had run out of film. 
 
That was very unfortunate, because some of the best sights were yet 
to cum (sorry couldn't resist the pun). Her talents soon had Bob 
reacting as he did before only with more voice. Growling and 
telling her to suck his cock. Soon he exploded for the second time 
and I could see Sara was doing her best to keep up and swallow all 
she could get. But, as hard as she tried she couldn't and soon 
driblets of cum escaped the corners of her mouth. Bob was soon 
flaccid and his legs were weak as well and he stumbled back and sat 
in the chair. Then Sara did another thing I was wholly unprepared 
for. She left the bed and came over to me and kissed me very hard 
on the mouth. There was no mistaking her intent or the different 
taste. Here I was tasting the cum in my lover's mouth. Cum from 
another man's cock!
Things then settled down and we talked for awhile. Bob got dressed, 
thanked us both profusely, and left, a happy man. I was sort of 
glad he didn't overstay his welcome because I was anxious to talk 
to Sara to see what she thought about the experience. As we cuddled 
and kissed I never felt more in love with her than I did at that 
moment. We went over the details of the evening and we both got 
excited and I tried to take care of Sara's needs, By the way, did I 
mention she was insatiable? We began to lay plans for our next 
adventure. As we fell asleep I also contemplated the thought of her 
having kissed me with her mouth bathed with another man's cum 
wondering what was next in store for us.

Sara and I decided that our first encounter with another man went 
pretty well. So, we decided to try again. She left it totally up 
to me, with the provision, that if she didn't care for the person
she could call it off. I thought that was a reasonable position 
and started keeping my eyes open for an opportunity.

Sara and I were to get together on Saturday night a week or so 
after the Video Arcade encounter. I asked her if she wanted to 
"play." Her answer, "of course." I had been chatting with a guy 
online that lived about an hour from her. He seemed like a pretty 
good guy. He was divorced, but had custody of his two teenage 
daughters. Between raising them and his work, he didn't have a lot 
of time to go out looking for women. So, his sex life had been 
somewhat sparse for the past several years. I contacted him and 
asked if he was up for playing a little that night. He jumped at 
the chance. I made arrangements to meet him after I picked up Sara. 
We were to have a drink or two and see if the chemistry was there.  
For once, I was on time and we met him as planned. After a couple 
of drinks, Sara looked at me and smiled that little wicked grin of 
hers. I took that to mean she was OK with Max. I suggested we head 
across the highway where I would get a room in the hotel. On the 
way over we drove in separate cars and I asked Sara, just to be 
sure I understood, if she was OK with going to the hotel and 
entertaining Max and me. She answered by reaching over and taking 
my hand and putting it between her legs. She was soaking wet 
already. No question about what was in her lustful little mind. Of 
course, that is one of the things I like about Sara, she can be a 
very loving person and we get along great, but she has a streak of 
decadence in her that appeals to my lascivious nature.

I went into the hotel and got a room with a hot tub. We drove 
around the back and went up to the room together. I sat in one 
chair, Sara in another, and Max sat on the bed while we talked and 
got to know each other a little better. I went over and started 
filling the hot tub. Then I turned, went to Sara and took her by 
the hand, brought her to her feet, lifted her arms, and slowly 
removed the pullover sweater she was wearing. She wasn't wearing a 
bra and her perky little breasts popped into view and her nipples 
were already swelling to their familiar "strawberry" proportions. I 
suggested to Max that he should finish undressing her and join me 
in the hot tub. With that, I undressed and got into the tub. I 
turned so I could watch the two of them. He was mesmerized with the 
softness, smoothness, and whiteness of her skin. He kept commenting 
about how nice she was to touch and look at while he unzipped her 
skirt and let it drop. Then they kissed and I felt the stirrings of 
excitement deep in my belly. Sara is, in my opinion, an 
extraordinary kisser and I could just imagine what Max was feeling 
as Sara revealed her passion through her kisses. Sara then stood 
back and undid Max's belt and opened his pants. She reached in and 
pulled out his already stiffened cock. After a few more minutes of 
"play," they finished undressing and joined me in the hot tub.
Max had revealed in our "getting acquainted talk" that he loved 
women's feet. Sara sat on the same side of the tub with me and put 
her feet out for Max to do his best to show her he loved her feet 
as much as the rest of her body. I had been in the tub for quite 
sometime and was beginning to feel like a prune. I got out, toweled 
off, and got myself something cold to drink while I put on a new 
CD. When I came back to the tub, Sara had switched around and was 
now laying on top of Max. She had one hand behind her back and I 
assumed she was fondling him. He had one arm over her shoulder and 
was playing with her left nipple. With the other arm he had reached 
around her and he was dipping his finger in and out of her with a 
little more than just a casual motion. Then they too, decided to 
get out of the tub. Max proceeded to towel Sara off paying special 
attention to her neediest parts. At one point she put her foot up 
on the side of the tub and Max began to taste the sweetness of her 
very wet pussy. She threw her head back and I could see she was 
enjoying the attention he was giving her. He drew back and 
mentioned how wet she was and how good she tasted. I said, Yep, 
that's my Sara!"
I got the two of them something cold to drink and we all moved to 
the bed. It wasn't long before our drinks were finished and we were 
trying to quench another thirst. The thirst for raw, hot, sex. We 
were going for that feeling of ecstasy that one reaches when 
letting one's body experience all the physical sensations. You 
should understand, that the mind also plays a role in these 
heightened sexual feelings. Living the moment of forbidden sex, the 
moment of touching, and being touched by a stranger, all play a 
role in the ecstasy. We were to reach that point this night!
Max and I each took one of Sara's breasts and began kneading and 
rubbing the palms of our hands over them. Her nipples were at full 
attention and felt really good against my hand. I just assumed Max 
was getting the same feeling as I. I tugged and pulled at her 
nipples, twisting them just a little. Sara relished the different 
sensations I, or I should say we, were imparting to her body and 
mind. I bent down and took her nipple in my mouth and nibbled and 
sucked at it nearly taking her whole breast into my mouth. Max, on 
the other hand, slid down her belly and immediately started licking 
her sweet wet cunt. I noticed what he was doing and I looked at 
Sara's face. She was looking right at me and mouthed the words, 
"kiss me." I started to kiss her and was overwhelmed with her 
passionate return of my kiss. She pulled my head down tightly to 
her and she drove her tongue deep into my mouth. She was moaning 
way down in her throat. I could tell she was enjoying what Max was 
doing to her.
The next thing I knew, I could feel her legs against my back as I 
was lying diagonally across her torso. Max had lifted her legs and 
was driving his cock in her. No formalities, just good hot fucking. 
Sara was now grunting with each of Max's thrusts. "Oh baby, FUCK 
me," she cried out. "Fuck me hard, harder," she implored of Max. 
"My body was made to fuck," she continued. And, with that she had a 
tremendously intense orgasm and her voice trailed off from a very 
loud, "Fuck me," to a choked and hardly intelligible, 
"Fuuuuckkkkkkk meeeeeeeee."
I decided to sit up and just watch for awhile. Then I got the 
camera and took some really good pictures of Max driving his cock 
into Sara. She was having one orgasm right after another. Sara is 
very vocal and she let's a person know she is enjoying herself. She 
likes talking "dirty" during sex and she kept up an ongoing litany 
that spurred Max on. "C'mon baby, fuck me, use my pussy, harder, 
harder." Soon, she had Max grunting and groaning. Then, with an 
exceptionally hard thrust he yelled, I'm cuuummmmmming," as he let 
loose a large load of white hot jism into Sara's belly. She met him 
with an arched back and cooed, "Oh yeah, baby, give me that cum, 
yeeeaaah." With that both Max and Sara slumped down a bit and tried 
to catch their breaths. In a few moments Max pulled out.  He must 
have shot a quart of hot juice into her because it immediately 
started flowing out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass. She 
reached down with one hand and pressed her fingers into her totally 
soaked pussy and brought them to her mouth and licked them clean. 
Then she told Max to come up to her and she would clean his cock 
for him. He slid up her body and straddled her while she took his 
now semi-hard cock into her mouth and nosily licked and sucked the 
juices from it. In the meantime, I was taking some great pics of 
her beautiful pussy framing that white cum flowing out of her. It 
looked like a distant shot of one of those big waterfalls one sees 
in the African travel documentaries. A white torrent streaming down 
and forming a puddle there on the bed beneath her ass. What a 
sight!
The two of them were exhausted from the intensity of their exertion 
and orgasms. I was just worn out from watching. It took a 
tremendous toll on my psyche seeing her fucked so hard and, 
obviously, so well. The last few minutes had sapped my energy just 
as if it had been me pounding into Sara. We decided to take a break 
and agsain, I poured some cold drinks.  Sara went to the bathroom 
and cleaned herself up some, came back out, spread a towel on the 
chair, and sat down. She told Max that she had really enjoyed 
herself, but for him not to think it was over because she was a 
selfish little bitch and she wanted more, lots more.
We sat and talked awhile, then, I have no idea what came over me, 
but I went over and laid down on the bed and asked Sara to come 
over to me. I motioned for her to straddle my chest, a position we 
have taken many times, so I could eat her pussy. She looked at me 
and said I didn't have to do this. But, it was like a strange 
compulsion, some force that was driving me to taste her and what 
was left of Max in her. She settled down over me and I began to 
lick and suck on her very tenderly. It wasn't lust, it was loving, 
more so than I think at any other time in our relationship. Soon 
Max joined us standing on the bed. He stood there next to Sara 
stroking his cock. She reached over and took him in her hand and 
began stroking him slowly. Then she pulled him over and again, took 
his cock in her mouth. I could tells she was turned on because she 
was fucking my tongue eagerly and because she was making little 
noises that reminded me of a cat purring. She had an orgasm, not 
real intense, but real. I slid out from under her and let the two 
of them continue.  Soon, Max had told her to get on all fours. He 
stepped down from the bed to the floor and entered her from behind. 
Oh, I left a little part out of the story.
I always travel and meet Sara with our "toy bag." We have a wide 
variety of toys that Sara enjoys and I enjoy using with her. We 
have a standard hard plastic vibrator, a couple of larger soft 
vibrators, a double penetration vibrator, nipple clamps (one of 
Sara's favorites, by the way), a huge pink latex dildo that is 
probably three to four inches in diameter. It weighs a ton, In 
fact, it was double headed, but it weighted so much we cut it in 
half to make it easier to use. There were other useful items too. I 
had purchased a leather tit halter for a previous lover. There is 
something about the sight of a woman in a tit halter that really 
turns me on. Sara looks good in it, but she thinks her breasts are 
too small. That is one thing we disagree on, her tits are just 
right for my tastes (and yes, pun intended). There was nylon rope, 
a leather riding crop, and an 18" cat-o-nine flogger. When Sara had 
first straddled me on the bed, and before Max joined us, he 
rummaged through the bag and took out the flogger. He seemed 
particularly interested in it. Though, of course I didn't know that 
at the time as my face was between Sara's legs and buried in her 
pussy.
Well, when Max entered Sara from behind and started screwing her 
doggy style, he took the flogger and slapped Sara's ass with it. 
Then again, and again. He was pleased with her response as she 
started her familiar chant of, "Fuck me harder," with each stroke 
of his cock and each stroke of the flogger. Soon she reached down 
and started playing with her clit.  Things got more intense and Max 
continued banging into her pussy and slapping her with the flogger. 
Each time he smacked her with the flogger it was a little harder. 
Soon he was smacking her with more force then I had ever dared use. 
Sara was getting into it more and more. Finally, she told Max to 
fuck her in the ass. He pulled out, took his fingers and wetted 
them with the juices from her snatch, and lubricated her with them. 
Then, again, unceremoniously, he pushed his hard cock into her ass. 
Sara cried out with a sound that was both pain and pleasure. He 
continued to stroke her hard with the flogger. Once, twice, three 
times, then four. Sara cried out, "I'm going to cum. I'm going to 
cum." She furiously worked on her clit with her own fingers. Max 
really laid into her with the flogger, pushed his cock deep into 
her bowels, and, by his moaning, I could tell he was shooting his 
second load of the night into Sara. Once she felt the white hot cum 
bathing her insides she let loose with one of the most intense 
orgasms I have ever seen her have.
And, just a suddenly as it had begun, it ended. The two of them 
collapsed onto the bed, Max on top of Sara. Then he rolled off to 
one side. It took several minutes for them to regain their 
composure. Sara nuzzled up to Max and kissed him on his neck and 
face. She ran her hands down his chest and she said, Thank you!"
It was getting late. Max had an hour drive to get home, and as I 
said in the beginning, he was raising his two teenage daughters. He 
said he really needed to get going and excused himself and went to 
the bathroom.  He was in there a few minutes cleaning up. In the 
meantime, Sara came over to where I was sitting in the chair and 
sat down on my lap and kissed me tenderly. Then she looked me in 
the eye and said, "Thank you!" I could tell she was very happy. She 
had been sexually fulfilled, decadent, selfish, and pleasantly 
exhausted in just a couple of hours.  She also had been filled with 
cum, and I noticed when she got up that she left a generous portion 
of that cum on my leg.
Max emerged from the bathroom, clothed, and took his leave. Sara 
walked him to the door and they conversed softly for a few minutes, 
then she kissed him and he opened the door and left. Up to now, it 
had been some exciting night.
Sara and I laid down on the bed and cuddled. I asked her how she 
was and she responded by kissing me tenderly again. She pulled me 
close to her and her wonderfully warm body seemed to envelope mine. 
We kissed and whispered sweet nothings back and forth and drifted 
off to sleep. It was about 3:00 a.m.
I awoke about 6:00 a.m., to Sara playing with my cock. She was 
stroking it slowly and kissing and licking it. Soon she had me 
hard. She engulfed the entire length in her mouth and I could feel 
the tip of my cock slide into her throat. The she got over me and 
lowered herself onto my pulsating shaft and let it slide into her 
deliciously, slow y.  Thereupon, she proceeded to do me with a slow 
rhythm while she ran her hands over my chest. She told me she had a 
wonderful time, and that she loved me very much. I started to say 
that I loved her too, but she shushed me with her finger and said, 
"Just enjoy." She took a very long time working on me with the 
muscles in her vagina until I had a super intense orgasm of my own. 
We then curled up and slept a couple more hours.
On the way home, we talked and I said I wonder aloud if we could 
top this experience? She just grinned at me and said, "Oh I think 
we can! I can't wait until I taste my fist woman." I just smiled 
and said nothing the rest of the way home thinking, instead, of 
how that just might top the last evening.
