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I make a pretty good living. I got a regular 9-5 gig, and I am one of four owners of a local gym. I also work out there, although I am no Arnold Schwar…Schwar…any way…I an’t no body building type. I got a slight gut. However, you need a shed to cover my tool. More on that later.

It was a Saturday night. I was drinking with my girlfriend, when my ex-wife called. I looked at the picture of her as my smart phone rang. I took it while she was once again bitchin at me over something that was not even my fuckin fault. We divorced amicably. I was working almost 14 hours a day trying to provide for her and my kid. She got lonely and fucked my brother. My fucking brother. His dic ain’t half as big as mine. I was more pissed at him than her. She craved affection, I craved money. We divorced, and it was cool.

It was ten o’clock on a Saturday night. She was calllin. We had a kid together, he was ten. We were 18 when we had him. I answered the phone. “Yeah,”

She sighed. She was still hot. At twenty-eight, she had the same fuckin body she had when she was 18. My dic twitched. It might have been her, but it could also be the porn my girlfriend and I were watching. A hot threesome. Talk about foreshadowing…

“The house caught fire.”

And down went my dic.

“What the fuck?” My girlfriend Armani looked concerned.

“Not exactly,” My ex-wife’s name was Tamara. “The fucks next door were burning something in their backyard. Embers blew and hit their house and ours…uh mine.” We had only been divorced two years, and fucked twice after we split. We were still in love. We just could not live together.

“The insurance is paid, so you will be fine. You need something?”

Tamara hesitated. “Uh, could I crash with you? Just tonight. Mom gets back into to town tomorrow, and I can’t find my key to her place.”

I looked at Armani who heard the conversation. She had the DVD on pause. The image frozen on screen was of Rachel Starr ridin’ reverse cowgirl. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were closed. My dic twitched again. Armani was nodding. “Yeah, come on. You need him to come pick you up?”

I looked at her. I gave her the infamous and universal “What the fuck look?” Porn, herb and whiskey was our thing. Once a month, unless it was the holidays, I broke out some herb I had for three years now. I helped a friend out by buying the last block, and I smoke so sporadically due to the random drug tests my company does. Therefore, the shit has been around awhile, and it seems as if the shit is getting stronger.

“Thanks hon,” Tabitha said. Be there in a bit.”

“Hey,” Armani grabbed my phone. “Bring something to drink,”

“Fuck yeah,” Tabitha said, and hung up.

I looked at Armani. She was twenty-five, and fresh out of NYU. She was a teacher, and sexy as hell. She is half-black and half-Italian, which my mom loves…being Italian and all. She was smart, beautiful. She had some magnificent C cup tits and an ass that would have made Beyonce check it out twice. “What the fuck?” I said after Tabitha hung up. I figured I had to say it since she obviously did not get the look. “We were in the middle of something here,” I gestured to the porn on the flat screen. We were in the basement of our house. My son, who spent two weekends with me, was at a friends house. We had the house to ourselves, which was another reason why we were smoking. Now my new girlfriend invited my ex-wife to come over.

As a guy, I could not see anything-beneficial coming from these two women and I occupying the same space.

Armani looked at me, and I could see just a little of her left nipple as her robe fell open a bit. “She is the mother of your child, and she needs shelter for the night. We can be around each other for a night.”

“Yeah,” I said. “She can stay in the basement.” Armani gave me a withering look.

It was about forty excruciating minutes before Tabitha arrived. As usual, she was hot. Blond hair in a neat ponytail, perfect make up and her tits were barely contained beneath a tight red v-neck sweater. We locked eyes, and my dic twitched. I had since put on a t-shirt and sweats. My cock was snug beneath a pair of boxer briefs, but Tabitha’s eyes still drifted to glance at a dic she knew since she was eighteen. Armani was in a pair of tight short shorts, and an over sized t-shirt. Her perky tits stood freely beneath the shirt. I noticed Tabitha took a gander at them as well. She held up a bottle of Crown. “Where’s the glasses?”

We went downstairs, and Tabitha took a sniff of the air. “You still got that shit you got from Red,”

I laughed. “Fuck yeah. More than half,”

Tabitha laughed. She too smoked occasionally, and whenever we smoked, it led to mind-blowing sex. She was a good girl, raised in the church, so it was hard for her to be free sexually…I guess. Give her a drink, and add some weed, she was a sexual tigress. Armani was a beast high, or not. That is how she got me.

The TV was on Cinemax, and we were watching some action flick. I lit the herb, Armani got glasses, and Tabitha poured the Crown after I opened it. We sat back and drank. The conversation was pleasant, and non-confrontational. Yet, as the time passed and the drinks flowed, the conversation turned…to me.

Armani: I mean you guys seem so cool, what happened to your marriage?

Tabitha: Oh, let me tell you about him…

And down went my dic.

Soon, they were talking about every quirk I had, from farts to my love of NFL football. I was forced to listen to a conversation between a high school guidance counselor and Dr. Phil.

I leaned back high as hell and just though tto myself…”Fuck it,”

When the movie ended, it was time for Cinemax after dark. They were so busy talking I just leaned back and lit the smoke back up. They were on either side of me, leaning in close. Tabitha took the smoke from me, and after awhile the two of them talking sounded like one of the adults in a Charlie Brown cartoon. I just sat back and relaxed, as the soft porn flick started. Soon I had a chubby, just as Armani passed the smoke back to me. Tabitha looked down. “Of it weren’t for that, I would have left him senior year,”

“Whatever,” I said high as hell. I took another hit, and passed it to her.

Armani giggled, and took my cock in her hand. I was too surprised to move. “I know. He has a black guy cock.”

Tabitha laughed as she took a hit. She held it in as she talked. “And he can fuck,”

Armani was rubbing it, and it went from semi hard to rock hard in seconds. She was a masseuse as well. “Can’t dance worth a damn, but he can fuck,”

They laughed and passed the weed between them. Tabitha looked at my cock, which was straining against my pants and underwear. “Hey baby,” she said looking at me. “Truth,”

I looked at her. When I got high, I spoke the truth. Why I do not know, but I did. Tabitha knew this, and was probably setting me up for something I was going to fucking regret.

“Which one of us gives the best head?”

I looked at her. “Come on,”

Armani smiled. “Yeah baby who gives the best head?” she took my cock out and stroked it.

My mouth fell open. “Uh, uh,” I stuttered speechless.

Tabitha grinned. “I say we find out,”

Armani grinned. “Me first,”

“Holy shit,” I sighed as her full lips engulfed my cock. Tabitha was watching, and I watched as her huge nipples became visible from beneath her sweater. Soon her eyes met mine, and she leaned in and kissed me.

The cigar full of weed had since burned out. I put the remaining portion down on the table, careful not to disturb the sexual groove we had. Tabitha’s tits were out, and in my mouth. She wore White Diamonds, and as I buried my face in her cleavage, and sucked her overly sensitive right nipple in my mouth, my dic got harder from the vibrant fragrance. Armani’s hand was moving in rhythm with her mouth, and I groaned. My current girl gave great head.

Tabitha kissed her way down my body, “My turn,” she said gently taking my cock from Armani. For a second they were both kissing my cock, and it grew even more. They moaned in ecstasy and soon Tabitha was sucking my cock. Occasionally, Armani would lick or play with my balls. I leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. There were moments I felt two tongues on my dic, and multiple hands stroking it sensually. I groaned in pleasure. Then it stopped. I opened my eyes, and saw my girlfriend and my ex-wife kissing deeply. Tabitha’s round meaty tits were in Armani’s hands. I blinked twice, and flipped the TV back to the DVD. It was still on pause, and I hit stop.

Meanwhile, the girls did not stop. They were soon naked and playing with each other. Tabitha was on the bottom, and Armani took her pussy in her mouth. Tabitha sighed, and I put my cock to her mouth. She took it like a champ.

This was a dream come true. I always wanted a threesome, but since I was a part time college student, who worked for a living, I never got to experience “college life”, or at least the sex filled college life displayed in porn and regular movies. Anyway, this shit was freaky, as long as I did not think about who the women were.

Right now, my girlfriend was eating the shit out of my ex-wife’s pussy, who was giving me head from hell. Man, this was wild. The pussy eating must have been good, for Tabitha took my cock out of her sexy mouth to groan. She hand a handful of Armani’s curly hair in her hand, and was grinding her pelvis against Armani’s lips. My girl could suck a cock, and obviously, she could also eat a pussy. One more thing we had in common.

My cinnamon colored queen looked up, pussy juice anointing her lips. “Oh, I wanna see you two fuck,” she hissed, dragging out the word fuck. Tabitha sat up and kissed Armani full and soft on her lips, while stroking my cock with her right hand. Her left hand was playing with Armani’s pussy, while Armani’s ksillful hands danced around Tabiotha’s honey pot.

Tabitha sat me down on the couch, and climbed on my rigid cock. Her pussy was hot, and I moaned in ecstasy. It was remarkably tight, which might have explained why she was riding me with pure abandon. Armani came towards me, her naked brown skin, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. I got even harder as we kissed. She smiled at me, got behind Tabitha, and grabbed her right nipple. Tabitha groaned, and when Armani’s hand crept slowly to her clit. After a moment, she moved her hand in a circular motion, matching the rhythm of our fucking. When Tabitha made it to the top of my cock, and Armani’s hand rubbed her clit, she started to groan louder. I felt her pussy juices drown my cock, ass she got wetter, and wetter. Her hair was out of the ponytail, and hung freely about her shoulders. Now if Tabitha had a draw back during sex, was that she had an ugly cum face. It was more like a cum frown, because she came hard. Right now, the cum face was in full effect.

“I’m cumin,” she hissed. “Oh my God, I am cumin,”

“Relax,” Armani sighed in her ear, following it up with a kiss to her neck. Her right hand stayed on her clit, but her left was rubbing my ex’s shoulder blade. Tabitha’s body relaxed, and the cum face began to dissipate. She relaxed and her body stopped being rigid, but her pussy was wetter and hot as shit. I watched her face, and Armani kept kissing her and rubbing her. “Relax,” and soon, Tabitha’s head fell back, wither mouth agape. “Ah, ah, ah,” she said softly. Her overly sensitive right nipple was hard, and neglected. I wet my fingers, and took the nipple in my hand, while taking a handful of her left hip with the other.

Without and warning, she began to move faster, but left her pelvis against mine. She began to move in circles, saying nothing but “Ah, ah, ah”. Armani’s hand matched Tabitha’s motions. “Ah, ah, ah” her pussy got wetter.

“Ah, ah, ah”

Armani smiled at me, and rubbed Tabitha’s clit harder,

“Ah, ah, ah,”

Tabitha came with a blast of wet juice drowning my dic, and running down my ass crack. She came off my dic, and crying out, pussy juice dripping out of her hot coochie. She looked at Armani and me and scooted away into a corner of the sofa. Armani looked at her, smiling, but you could hear the concern in her voice. Tabitha looked scared. “Are you ok?” Armani asked holding out a hand.

“I…I…” Tabitha stammered. “I have never cum like that before,”

“Mmm,” Armani cried and went down on Tabitha. She tried to move, but Armani’s tongue got to her clit. Tabitha cried out, and came again, this time, the cum face was back. Armani groaned. “Damn you taste sweet,” she came up, and without even looking lowered herself reverse cowgirl style onto my dic. Two strokes up and down, and cum was at base of my dic, glazing my cock each time she rode. Her sexy ass bounced lusciously. I could feel her clit on her pussy, and I felt it get wetter. I lit the weed, and smoked. I was about to cum, so I wanted to relax so I could last a little longer. Tabitha was watching us, rubbing her clit slowly, as her tongue hung sexily out the right side of her mouth.

It was not long before Armani said one of my favorite phrases in the English language, “I’m cumin,”

I took a deep hit, relaxed as hell. No orgasm in the near future. Her ass looked great, and bounced faster and faster as the orgasm flowed. She hopped off my cock, and cum oozed out of her pussy. I jammed my cock back in. I had her bent over the coffee table, with her round tight booty in the air. She was cumin again, and the cum covered my dic. I did not feel anything, but when she began to shake, my cock grew rigid, and when she cried out “Oh, ah, oh, ah I...ah..cum..ah min..ah,” I pulled out, unleashing two weeks of nut over her fat ass. The two weeks were due to her Aunt Flo, and a week full of overtime, even on the weekend. I shot three streams of nut, and Tabitha came again.

I could not believe it. I had sex with my ex and current women. The two women I ever loved just gave me the greatest sexual experience of my life. I sat back, and they cuddled on either side of me. I leaned back, and put them both in my arms. For this night, I was a king. In the morning, I would be dead. Tabitha would be sober and regret what went down…or so I thought…

But that is another group sex tale

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