You All Can Relax Now (Part II of II)

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"Bullshit. It's *my* dance, he's just going to sit there and watch," she said as she grabbed my hand and dragged both Felicia and me to the back.

No sooner was the door shut, but Becky had this girl on the couch and was playing with her boobs, kissing her all over and sliding her panties off. I had seen Becky with other girls before, she'd invited one of her friends to play with us on a couple of occasions, and she's always preferred the dominant role with girls, but this was another level. There was an animal eagerness about her that wasn't there those other times. I guess not getting any pussy for a long period of time (like a year and a half) can have much the same affect on females of the appropriate preference as it does on guys.

If this doesn't sound ridiculous, she *attacked* Felicia's pussy, but in a way that was gentle and tentative. It was like she was holding herself back, but just barely. She was working her way down Felicia's stomach and stopping just before getting to her pussy. Then she'd nibble on the inside of her thighs. Then go back to her stomach, until finally relenting and sliding down to, very softly, feather her tongue on Felicia's lips. She did that kind of thing for about five minutes before getting to the real work, but it appeared to be just what Felicia was wanting, because it wasn't long after that when Felicia was bucking her hips up against Becky's mouth and gasping for breath, and then arching her back and letting out one of the most satisfied sighs I think I've ever heard.

As good as Becky says I am at that, it's obvious that I don't even come close to her level of mastery, and I will not lie, it made me feel a little inadequate. But damn if it didn't get me going, despite the previous night's exhaustion.

When Felicia had finished, Becky got up and came over to me and kissed me. Not a little peck on the lips, but a full deep french one, so I could taste Felicia, then went back to the couch and started just stroking Felicia's chest and legs while she recovered. Then it was Becky's turn.

Felicia wasn't as good as Becky, but Becky has never shown any reluctance to "guide" when someone is between her legs. She knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to tell you, or push your head, or whatever it takes to get you do do what she's looking for. Felicia tried the same teasing, playful tentativeness that Becky used on her, but my girl wasn't having any of it. Her hands were on Felicia's head and not letting her go anywhere but her pussy. I counted eight orgasms, each one a little stronger than the last, in the next 20 minutes, and while Felicia was definitely getting tired, I will give her credit, she didn't stop until Becky herself let out a long, satisfied groan at the last big one and pushed her head away.

After *Becky's* very brief period of recovery, they both started stroking each other again, just fingers this time, but each of them got off at least a couple more times. Then they kind of just laid there kissing and relaxing until the manager came knocking on the door to let us know the hour was almost up. As they got dressed, I had to think about ice cubes and cold, arctic winds in order to make myself presentable.

Let me tell you, lesbian porn is *nothing* compared to what happened in that club's back room that night. If I'd had a camera, I could make a mint off of that show.

We spent two or three more hours in the club with Felicia, who for *some* strange reason, sat with us for that entire time, except for stage sets, without asking for a drink or dance or anything, though I did buy her one she could use as an excuse. Even turned down a couple of other drink and dance offers. Odd, that.

We left about midnight, I guess, and went back to the hotel. It was another pleasant night, though not nearly so exhausting as the previous one. Slower, gentler and tender, but still just as much fun. And satisfying.

Becky drifted off to sleep, and as I lay there with my face in her hair, the scent of her in my nose, my arms around her, the feel of her skin under my fingers, the memory of the time we'd spend together, it happened. Before I could stop myself, it slipped out. Those thrice damned words, the words I swore I'd never say to her again, not because they weren't true, but because of the tears, and not of joy, that were streaming down her face the last time I'd spoken them. Barely whispered against the top of her head, they sounded like thunder in the silence of that room. I cursed to myself as she stirred, but she only settled herself back against me, not waking. I lay there, my heart pounding so hard that I thought the pressure against my chest would surely wake her, but her deep, rythmic breathing continued. It took a while, but I finally fell asleep as well.

The next morning it was *my* turn to wake *her* up the best way, and that led to more fun, but alas, all good things must come to an end. So we showered, I helped her pack, took her in-laws' car back to them, and I drove her to the airport.

While we were sitting in the airport waiting for her flight to board, I asked her what she was going to tell Frank about what happened. She said, "About you? Nothing. I told him before we left for my parents', before we got married, that my relationship with you wasn't his concern and wasn't something I needed his permission or approval for, and never would be, and if he couldn't live with that, then he should stay behind. He's been good about that so far; he hasn't asked me once about anything, and he didn't say anything when I told him I'd be visiting you, too."

"About last night at the club?" With a very wicked grin on her face, "I'm going to tell him all about it, and make him my bitch for the entire week. Maybe it'll convince *him* to take me out for pussy sometime."

We talked for a little while longer, about inconsequential things, about the kids, about my kids, about her school. She told me that she was going to try to make it back in the fall, though she'd probably be bringing Frank and the kids then so all the family still in Kentucky could meet the new baby, but would still try to make time for us, even though it would certainly be harder.

Shortly, the announcement for her flight came over the loudspeaker, and we hugged, said good-bye and she started away. She hesitated, turned around, came back, and kissed me, on the mouth, in public. The she whispered "I love you too," and walked down the hall towards the terminal before I could say a word, leaving me gaping at her retreating back.

I left, before I could do something even more stupid than I already had.

18 comments

  • SlickSpic
    10 years ago
    Thanks for sharing.
  • rickdugan
    10 years ago
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    "Becky drifted off to sleep, and as I lay there with my face in her hair, the scent of her in my nose, my arms around her, the feel of her skin under my fingers, the memory of the time we'd spend together, it happened. Before I could stop myself, it slipped out. Those thrice damned words, the words I swore I'd never say to her again, not because they weren't true, but because of the tears, and not of joy, that were streaming down her face the last time I'd spoken them. Barely whispered against the top of her head, they sounded like thunder in the silence of that room. I cursed to myself as she stirred, but she only settled herself back against me, not waking. I lay there, my heart pounding so hard that I thought the pressure against my chest would surely wake her, but her deep, rythmic breathing continued. It took a while, but I finally fell asleep as well."
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    OK, I take back what I said about the lack of a pathetic element to the story. ;)

    On a serious note, the risks of feelings like this are why I don't do things like overnights with OTC strippers and rarely do anything outside of hotel room trips. I have a wife and words like that are reserved for her and her alone, but even if I was not married I wouldn't be inclined to waste those words on someone who is with me because I pay her in some form or another.

    As we get older, I think we naturally yearn for the things that we can no longer have or maybe even what we missed altogether. New, passionate, spring time love ranks right up there. I am not as old as some on here, but as a guy well into his 40s, with a wife and three kids to boot, I'm old enough to understand that those days are behind me. I think that this type of acceptance is what keeps me and many other guys grounded enough not to chase after things that we can no longer have.

    It is their time, and the time of our kids if we have them, and others in the newer generation. Our time for that sort of thing has come and gone. Old guys chasing after young strippers inevitably ends badly. The only question is how much of our time, money, emotions and dignity we sacrifice before the train arrives at the station.

    Maybe it is good that she moved away, because it sounds like you just might have an unhealthy attachment to her, lol.
  • shailynn
    10 years ago
    "Maybe it is good that she moved away, because it sounds like you just might have an unhealthy attachment to her, lol."

    Also that your wife knows about it too? I don't know rather to say "lucky you" or "that's kinda strange." But most importantly whatever guidelines you and your wife set in your relationship is between you two and I or anyone else has no say in it otherwise!

    And for my 2 cents I don't see too much PL in your 2 part story. It seems you didn't take too much of an economical hit on this trip and you were caught up in the moment with someone you have obviously missed and blurted out something you shouldn't have. Some people see that as a serious offense but remember they're just words and luckily it seems she didn't take it too the wrong way.


    Btw Ricky you made some great points and many on here are immune to getting caught up in the moment, I am guilty as well. It's take a true vet like juice to not let that happen.

  • joker44
    10 years ago


    PL???

    'Human, all to human' Nietzsche
  • farmerart
    10 years ago
    I dunno, georg. I smell danger here. It is one thing to have the pecker drive your actions and entirely something else when the heart and emotions drive your actions. It is obvious that you will be going back for more of what this girl is offering.

    Real danger.
  • Papi_Chulo
    10 years ago
    Maybe this can be turned into a TV movie of the week – call it “George and I” :)
  • Maz
    10 years ago
    Club? - Bottom's Up?
  • looneylarry
    10 years ago
    You have always struck me as a guy who knew what he was doing, gmd, but I also echo the cautious words of the other legitimate vets on here. Strippers always live in the surreal world that has few reliable rules. You are slipping in her direction and she will be making the rules for you both and they won't make much sense. Best of luck.
  • Papi_Chulo
    10 years ago
    Yeah – strippers are like sports cars – fun to drive but not very reliable and costly to maintain
  • Papi_Chulo
    10 years ago
    Yeah – strippers are like sports cars – fun to drive but not very reliable and costly to maintain
  • joker44
    10 years ago

    "I Am A Rock" Words and Music by Paul Simon

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKY-smJ6…

    ...I've built walls,
    A fortress deep and mighty,
    That none may penetrate.
    I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
    It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
    I am a rock,
    I am an island.

    Don't talk of love,
    But I've heard the words before;
    It's sleeping in my memory.
    I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
    If I never loved I never would have cried.
    I am a rock,
    I am an island.

    ...I touch no one and no one touches me.
    I am a rock,
    I am an island.

    And a rock feels no pain;
    And an island never cries.
  • lopaw
    10 years ago
    Wow how did I almost miss this great read?
    Had to pour a glass of ice water down my pants at several points :-P

    Thanks for sharing this awesome story, gmd......I can't help but think that some of us are thinking "there but for the grace of god....."
  • Otto22
    10 years ago
    GMD- great read. I am also a PL of long standing and find it hard not to get emotionally involved with my favorites. It's cost me plenty of $$ but I will not let it cost me my marriage.
  • HungryGiraffe
    10 years ago
    Great article gmd!

    Would love to see the concept of "polyamory" discussed here. Suspect many of us could be classified as polyamorous.
  • steve229
    10 years ago
    "I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
    To make the meaning come through
    But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late and I'm alone with you
    The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red and, oh, the night's so blue
    And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you"
  • georgmicrodong
    10 years ago
    You folks are way to kind...

    @SlickSpic: "Thanks for sharing."

    Why do I hear "OMFG, that's the most pathetic thing I've ever heard" in the back of my head when I read that. :)


    @rickdugan: "OK, I take back what I said about the lack of a pathetic element to the story."

    I thought you might. :)

    @rick, @art: "unhealthy attraction", "real danger"

    In fairness to myself, while there's certainly *potential* for danger, I don't think there's anything unhealthy about it. Despite our attraction and feelings (mine, at least), neither one of us has the least desire to leave our families for the other. I'm sure as hell not chucking my wife out the door, and Becky's husband, while not as awesome as me, does in fact love her, and has made a really good husband and step-father, from what I've seen.

    No, too many bad things would have to happen to *both* of us for anything like "together" to happen, and I'm certainly not wishing anything like that to happen to either of us. As well, neither of us is under any illusion that it would work in the long run anyway. Sure, it might, but it's a long shot.

    @Papi_Chulo: Anyone who would realistically play my part would not be very...photogenic.

    @lopaw: I do so wish you'd been able to meet her. I suspect, given your past comments about your tendencies, you would have gotten along really well.

    @steve229: Fortunately, it's turned out not to be all that stupid. Not well-advised perhaps, but not stupid, either.



  • SlickSpic
    10 years ago
    @GMD-Not from me. We're a family here on TUSCL. I share some pretty wacky and intimate stories, including my real family, friends, and associates. It's one of the reasons why Gawker loves my shit-it's not contrived.
  • .juicebox69
    10 years ago
    George my friend i myself say a lot of fucked up shit on tuscl and if you can remember me back when i first started tuscl i shared my heart and soul to you guys....im going to share my heart and soul with you on this topic my good friend.

    Number one i applaued you for your level of success with the small amount of cost involved. I also applaued you for being so open with your wife...i pray i can find a bottom bitch like this one day. I also applaued you for knowing how to fully enjoy another person in all the ways you do. Its why you got the results you got.

    One question and if you need to pm me the answer that is fine. But how long did you cultivate this relationship before this happened ? And how did you go about it in her club in your early days with her ?

    I have been in a simular situation myself and all though i did enjoy that one comment about me being so vet that i couldnt possible feel these emotions. Lets face the facts. If you get involved with a nother human being and you connect with.them on a emotional, spiritual and physical manner you will feel the " Love" that is ok to feel and tell another human being. Feel free to call me a faggot as i bear my own experince and soul. This thread brought back beatiful memories of my ATF and me when we started living together and dating. I told that girl a million times that i loved her and even to this day i still miss and deeply love her.

    I enjoyed some of the best sex of my life as well as some of the best companionship i could had ever asked for. I enjoyed her body as well as her heart and soul. I believe this is the only way to trurly enjoy a person sexualy in the purest.way. im thankful to the gods for giving me a chance to be with her the almost 3 years i.dated her. And i pray in my next life i will cross paths with.her again to enjoy her as i once did her heart and soul

    Juice


    Ps. I would enjoy sharing how i got this non extras clean club.air dancer ATF of mine with you george if you will share with me how you got your little sexy.dancer baby
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