Chapter 6

Grace, Marie, and John

One night, as John looked out his window, he saw Grace and Marie. They were in a quiet but animated conversation in the living room. They each sipped what looked like a cocktail and John detected an occasional glance upward towards his apartment. He could see Grace get up and go to the telephone. Instantly, John's phone rang and he jumped. It was Grace. She said, "Hi John. Marie and I were having a cocktail and wondered if you were free to join us."
	"Indeed," he replied, "but you'll have to give me a few minutes." He thought he might want to shower before going down. He added, "I'll be down in about twenty minutes."
	"Great," Grace replied. "We'll expect you in about twenty minutes. The door will be open, so just come in." 
	Since he was already in his bathrobe, disrobing was simple. He jumped into the shower and in five minutes, he was bathed and fresh. He sprayed a little deodorant under his arms and around his crotch thinking that he had better be prepared. Perhaps something might happen. The air was electric with anticipation. John took a big, deep breath, and admonished himself saying, "Now take it easy lover boy. Calm down. Just take it one step at a time." With that he dressed and in fifteen minutes time, he was at Grace's apartment on the fifth floor. "Should I knock," he thought. A voice called back, "No. Just go in. Grace said the door was open." 
	He quietly turned the knob and opened the door, which opened into a small foyer. Everything seemed quiet as he entered. He closed the door quietly and stretched to see where they sat. He could see Grace kissing Marie on the mouth, her hand fondling her vagina under her dress. He felt uncomfortable coming in this way and cleared his throat to get their attention. 
	Grace responded warmly, "Come in John. We've been waiting for you." After a brief introduction, Grace asked, "John, what'll you have to drink." 
	"I'll have whatever you and Marie are having, Grace," he replied. 
	When Grace went to the kitchen to fix John a drink, he turned his attention to Marie. Close up, she was even prettier than he imagined. Excitedly, he said, "Marie, tonight comes as a real surprise to me. I was probably doomed to an evening of reruns. Instead, this delight of meeting you comes." 
	Marie laughed. "That would have been two of us watching reruns had Grace not called tonight. I'm grateful, particularly since it meant meeting you. I've seen you around the building and in the dining room, but, as is the case so often, we end up just nodding acquaintances. People are so much more fun when you get to meet them in person."
	"Agreed," John replied almost in a shout. His voice cracked, not only because he agreed with Marie's philosophy but also because, as she spoke, she moved her legs wide and John got a glimpse of her inner thighs.  In addition, when she spoke those words, her hand reached out and gently patted John's knee. It was a light touch, gentle, airy, sensual. 
	Grace returned with the drinks and spoke, "I see you two have already gotten comfortable. Let's offer a toast to a long and fruitful friendship."
	"Here, here," replied John and Marie in unison, surprised that they chose the same words in the same instant to reply to Grace's toast. They all laughed. 
	The evening continued in that delightful mode. After an hour of small talk, Grace suggested that John sit between them on the sofa and the verbal foreplay began. John turned the expression, "A rose between two thorns" around to "A thorn between two roses." Marie picked up on this punning by suggesting to Grace as well as John that a thorn sticks and John would have to stick them with something. They all laughed hard at that, simultaneously putting their hands on John's inner thighs. John felt arousal immediately. It was Grace's hand that touched his dick first.  
	"Oh! Oh!" she smiled to Marie, "it looks like were in trouble." 
	Then Marie's hand went to John's crotch and felt the swelling. They both began to massage his inner thighs, his penis, and his testicles. John needed no introduction to this foreplay. Each of his hands raised their dresses and exposed the thick hairs of their vaginas. He massaged gently, his index finger probing the outer and inner recesses of the labia. Marie was already wet. Apparently, she began reacting to John the minute he entered the apartment. Grace unbuckled John's belt and unzipped his fly to reveal other treasures. The prostate already began to work, the inner part of his underwear showing wetness. He raised his buttocks for Grace to pull down his pants and underwear, which fell into a heap at his ankles. Marie gasped. She told John later that she hadn't been with a man for over fifteen years, and, when she saw John's hard cock, she remembered her husband and the wonders of the sex they had. The feeling was so intense that she gasped and desperately wished John's cock to penetrate her hot cunt immediately. Instead, she bent over and took it into her mouth. Grace, sensing the need for room, went to the bedroom to prepare the bed. Marie rose and knelt between John's outspread legs and took his shaft deep into her throat. It was ecstasy for her. John closed his eyes and moaned ecstatically. Grace returned naked, unbuttoned his shirt, and removed his shoes and socks. She turned to Marie, removed her shoes, stockings and dress and motioned that they move to the bedroom. Marie, still in the throes of lust, however, rose up and sat on John's hard cock. As she rode it up and down, Grace knelt on the floor and sucked from behind the juices emanating from Marie's cunt onto John's hard cock. Then it was on to bed. Marie was the first on the bed and lay with her legs spread wide, an invitation to further probing. Grace, however, took John's cock deeply into her mouth and sucked to prepare it for entry into Marie's vagina. She then turned to Marie's vagina and probed deeply with her tongue. She motioned for John to enter Marie. As he did, Grace sat over Marie's face and offered her cunt to Marie's lips. Above Marie, John and Grace faced each other in an embrace and kissed. John's dick kept pounding into Marie's cunt, and, with each thrust, Grace's tongue probed John's mouth. They traded positions now. Grace knelt over Marie in a sixty-nine position with Grace's cunt facing John. As they sucked, John knelt behind and penetrated Grace's cunt with his hard cock, still wet with Marie's juices. This double massage of Grace's cunt was too much. She exploded and came on Marie's face. Exhausted, she turned on her side to allow Marie to feel the fullness of John's very hot cock. John was beside himself now. His cock moved in and out quickly and deeply. He was all the more excited because Marie's face was covered with Grace's cum. He ate as if he were at a banquet and with a fierce passion came together with Marie in an explosive finale. As the juices flowed from Marie's cunt, Grace drank, her head pressed close to Marie's vagina with John's cock inside.
	They lay that way for another half hour, no one saying a word. Finally, Marie spoke. "Grace, I will never be able to thank you enough. You have brought me back to life. And, John, you resurrected old wonderful feelings of lust. I shall always be indebted to you."
	Grace smiled a smile of satisfaction. 
	John sighed, "When I came to Carter Court, I thought my life had ended. Now I see that it has just begun. I have you two lovely ladies to thank for that." 
	The evening ended quickly after that. Another drink, some intimate and fond farewells, and Marie and John returned to their apartments.

                         

