If you recall, Hilda had arranged an anonymous sex session between my wife and I at her place.  Neither my wife nor I knew the identity of the other party.  My wife was made to wear a hood and warned not to speak, preventing her from knowing who she was fucking.  As I studied her body, I felt she looked familiar, but hey, I fuck lots of women and had not fucked my wife for a while.  Thus, the unfamiliarity.

Hilda answered the phone with a giggle, "Well, hello Howard.  Are you calling about anything in particular?"

The cockiness in her voice has always been a turn-on for me, and it was this time as well.  My cock reacted predictably, growing quickly in my shorts.

"How long have you and my wife been friends Hilda?"

"Friends, Howard?  We aren't friends, we're just neighbors, honey."

"Okay, then how did you convince her to agree to fuck a stranger?"

"Howard," Hilda sighed, "your dear wife and I first met at the community pool shortly after we moved here.  She shot us a warm, friendly smile, and I invited her to sit with us, and the rest is, you know, history.  She is really quite charming Howard, not to mention very hot."

"Yeah, well. Hilda, It seems like a while since I've shared that sentiment."

"Howard, you didn't call me just to find out how we met, or how long we've known your wife now did you?"

I raised the pitch of voice to the 'obviously annoyed' level, "You never answered me, Hilda.  How did you get her to agree to getting fucked by a total stranger?"

Hilda laughed out loud, "You really are having difficulty putting it all together aren't you, honey?"

Sensing I was about to lose my patience, Hilda continued, "Your wife had no idea we were neighbors when we met.  I knew, but she did not.  She didn't even know we shared a back fence.  She didn't connect the pieces that my stepdaughter and her girlfriend belonged to me until that night.  Why do you think she had total deer in the headlights expression on her face when I lifted her hood?  Really quite priceless don't you agree?"

"So, how did... when...  I'm not..."

"After the first time we met her, I made it a point to run into her often, at the mailbox, at the grocery store, at the pool, all with the full intention of setting up that evening for some future date.  It just happened sooner than later.  After catching you playing around with the girls, she called me all upset and was more than eager to get out of the house.  So, she agreed to meet us for a drink later that afternoon."

"Wait, you weren't out of town when all that was taking place?"

"No, Howard," Hilda let out a belly laugh.  "When you were in the backyard having your way with the girls, my husband and I were inside fucking our brains out as we watched.  It was quite entertaining.  Hubby was impressed with your stamina to be honest."

"Wait a fucking minute.  You said my wife met 'us' at the bar.  Was that the same night she let some random guy finger her at the bar, then sucked him off in a booth?"

"Ummmm hmmm."

"So, it was your husband that had his hands up her skirt, and who later mouth fucked my wife as she had me on facetime?   Where were you while this was going on?"

"BINGO!" Hilda roared.  "Hold your calls everyone.  We have a winner!  Darling, I was out of the picture, sitting behind her, with one in the stink and two in the pink."

My mind raced.  It was all making sense now, I think.

"So yesterday, when I got home early and saw her on her knees at the glory hole, obviously sucking a cock, it was your husband's?"

"You really are so cute when your mind kicks into full gear."

"How long has this been going on, Hilda?  I mean, her sucking your husband through the hole I mean?"

"Oh Howard, your wife is quite the little slut.  Several weeks now Howard.  We both enjoy her immensely, and have met her at various public places for impromptu fun.  Her sucking off my hubby at the glory hole just happened all by itself.  We were in the back yard and I heard her rustling around behind the garage.  After some hushed discussion, I told him to shove his cock through the fence for shits and giggles.  She took to that cock like a newborn calf on a teat.

"You know, Howard, sometimes we make her seduce a stranger and we just watch from a distance.  Sometimes she and I work in tandem, especially on these young studs in the park or the beach.  They just love fucking us MILFs.  I have some videos on my phone if you'd like me to send them to you?"

I don't recall saying goodbye to Hilda.  The conversation just sort of, ended.

*****

Thankfully, I had another trip scheduled for the following Monday that would have me gone for several days.  I was going to need the time to process everything I had just heard.

*****

My secretary had my favorite flight crew, nicknamed 'The A Team', readied for flight at our corporate hangar adjacent to Hobby.  The crew welcomed me with their usual cheery smiles and introduced me to the new flight attendant, Alex, a stunningly beautiful lady in her mid-forties I surmised.  Her jet black hair matched her dark eyes, which sparkled like black diamonds.  Alex was shapely and filled out our corp uniform perfectly.  Her perfect lips yelled, "insert cock here!"  The navy midthigh skirt complimented her perfect hips and the white starched blouse showed off her full bosom.

Within minutes of boarding, Allison, our corporate pilot and her co-pilot Avery, told us to buckle up, we were taxiing.  Alex assumed a seat near the cockpit facing me.  I have always been aroused by the sheer thrust of the twin jet engines on takeoff, how they push you back into the seat.  Today was no different.  We were wheels up and Dallas bound in less than ten minutes.

Our eyes met as she caught me checking out her long slender, muscular legs.  They were tan and I couldn't help but wonder what it looked like where they met.  Alex shot me a warm friendly smile.  Once we reached cruising altitude, she unbuckled her seatbelt and approached me, asking if there was anything she could get me.

"Hot tea," I replied as I returned her smile

A few minutes later Alex brought me a piping hot cup of tea.  After setting it on the table next to my seat, she turned to assume her seat up front. 

"Alex," I called.

She turned, "Yes, sir?"

"Please," I said, "join me."

She seemed surprised and gladly sat across from me. There was a bit of turbulence which made sitting properly nearly impossible.  She squirmed in her seat, trying to maintain some modesty as we bounced around.  She tried her damnedest not to flash her goodies at me.  Finally, we smoothed out.  Both times that she had walked away from me, I studied her nicely rounded ass, noticing immediately there was no panty line.  So, I wasn't sure if she was commando, or wearing a t-back and I had just failed to notice it.

"Would you like something to drink, Alex? Please, make yourself at home."

She looked up in thought and said yes, and she stood to get a drink.  I paid closer attention to her waistline this time, specifically looking for a sign of a thong, which I still didn't detect.  Made my naughty mind race!

We made small talk and I learned a lot about her.  Divorced, SMU grad, mom of two adult daughters, both single, and this was her second week with us and first flight as part of our team. She confided that being a corporate flight attendant had been a lifelong fantasy of hers, but as it most times does, life took her in another direction.  And now that she was free, here she was, living out her dream job.

"Can you make us a bloody mary, Alex?"

"Us," she asked with a puzzled look.

"Yes, you and me.  You do drink don't you?"

"But I'm on the job."

After reassuring her I wasn't setting her up to fire her, she agreed and made us a Bloody Mary.

She handed me mine before sitting, leaning ever so slightly forward, showing off her ample cleavage.  Of course, my eyes instantly trained on those gorgeous tits, and of course, she caught me looking.  She blushed as she stood, then slid into her seat.

I leaned over to toast her, and when she scooted forward in the seat to meet me, her skirt slid to the tops of her thigh highs.  Bingo, I got my answer!.  Her beautiful black bush shimmered in the morning sunlight.  My eyes dropped instantly to her pussy.  Alex nearly spilled her drink trying to cover herself.

"Don't bother on my account," I teased.  "We're all adults right?"

She looked at me for a second before forcing a smile, "I suppose!"

We sipped on the drinks for a while as she held the glass in both hands, elbows propped on the armrests, her drink just inches from her lips.  Her lips looked so fucking inviting, full but not botoxed to hell.  I wanted to unzip my pants and shove my cock in the middle of her lovely face and feel that long tongue of hers up and down my shaft and her soft lips around me.  I was growing aroused, and I think she noticed.  After the second Bloody Mary, Alex took on a more relaxed and personable demeanor.  I liked that, and told her so.

The new Alex seemed less concerned with how far up her thighs her skirt had ridden, and oblivious to the fact that the upper button on her blouse was undone, showcasing her lovely large tits. Out of the blue Alex asked me to tell her what the mile high club meant.  She had girlfriends who claimed to be members, but never would tell her what it meant.

I laughed, "For real?"

She poked her lower lip out, "Yes, for real.  I guess I'm a bit naive."

About the time I leaned forward to explain it, Capt. Allison came across the speakers to buckle up, more turbulence ahead.

I studied Alex as she fiddled with the seatbelt with one hand, continuing to give me great shots of her pussy as she squirmed.  Her cleavage jiggled as the plane began to bounce a bit.  Finally, I leaned over, taking both ends of the belt, and snapping it in the middle of her lap.  My knuckles were flush into her furry patch as the belt latched.  She looked at me as I held my hands in place.  Her legs parted slightly and she ran her tongue across her lips.

I let my thumb slide further between her legs until I reached her clit.  Her head tilted backwards into the headrest and her legs parted wider. I gently ran the tip of my thumb around it as it hardened.  The base was slick with her juices and I pushed the first digit inside.  She grabbed my wrist as she stared at me wide-eyed and mouth agape.  Her breathing quickly increased, pushing those big tits against her blouse.

Alex moved her hips in a rocking motion as she held my hand in place.  Her legs opened wider as she glanced over her shoulder towards the open cockpit.  My thumb rubbed up and down the base of her clit, sending shivers through her body.  Then I sank my thumb as deep inside her as it would go.  She gasped noticeably as her body now trembled.

"Howard, I cum easily," she panted with a worried look consuming her beautiful face.

I gave her a  mischievous smile which did little to reassure her.  "Howard," she whispered more loudly. "I'm a screamer and squirter. Please don't embarrass me on my first flight."

How could I argue with that?  I left my thumb inside her for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing it.  She sighed a sigh of relief and smiled as I stuck my thumb in my mouth. 

"Oh my, Howard, you are a naughty boy aren't you?  And?  How do I taste?"

I licked my lips and leaned back so she could see the erection tenting my slacks.  "See what you did to me, Alex?"

She softly ran her hand across one tit and smiled.  "Yes, I do."

Allison interrupted the moment yet again, telling us we were on approach.  I reached for my jacket and took out a card, wrote my cell number, and handed it to her.

She stared at my bulge, then my eyes, and tucked the card in her bra.

"Will you be joining us on the return flight in a few days, Alex?"

"I know I'm one of several attendants, so if you will have to request me if you want me."

I winked, "Then I'll have a chance to explain all about the mile high club.  And, if you need anything while we're laid over, you have my number."

I didn't ask, but assumed Alex was going to be staying at one of the two condos we keep in Dallas just for overnight trips.

After the two hour flight, we landed at Love Field in Dallas, and I caught an Uber to a hotel/condo nearer downtown.  My driver was an absolutely charming young blonde in her early twenties named Beka.  She was delightful in conversation I was quickly finding her sexually attractive as well.  We covered half a dozen topics from Love Field to Reunion Plaza, and like Alex, she poured out her soul as if I was a priest or something.  Emphasis on 'something' ha.

Almost as quickly as we arrived, Beka bolted from her car and had opened my door.  I exited almost into her face.  She smiled innocently and thanked me for using her.  Then she popped the trunk and pulled my luggage out for me.

"Beka, I find you delightful.  Do you have a boyfriend?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and studied my face, "Are you coming on to me, Mister?"

I laughed, "Well, of course I am."

When?  Tonight?  Tomorrow night?  When?

"How about lunch and drinks in an hour?"

Beka stuck her index finger to her lips as if in deep thought, "OK."

I handed her a card with my number on it so she could call me when she returned. 

This place I was staying was on the ninth floor in the midst of a cluster of upscale low rise condos with amazing views of Reunion Tower and Arena.  I tipped Beka a fresh one hundred dollar bill and promised again to buy her lunch and a drink if she would return later.  She repeated, "Sure, why not?"  But I doubted that would happen as I thanked her.

The doorman greeted me with a big friendly smile and offered to help with my bags, which I kindly refused.  As I walked past the beautifully landscaped common area, I glanced into the bar area and was pleasantly surprised to see several attractive women, seemingly drinking alone.

After checking in, I went upstairs to freshen up.  Before I could drop my bags, I noticed the red light on the house phone blinking.  Puzzled,  thinking I had forgotten something at the desk, I called. 

"Front desk, may I help you?"

"Yes, my light is on?"

"Oh, yes sir, your Uber driver said you left a bag in her car, should I send her over?"

"Of course!"

I splashed water across my face and brushed my teeth and hurriedly chewed some mints, finishing just a minute before there was a knock on the door.

Opening it, there she stood.  Her hair was now loose and shoulder length and for the first time, I realized she was more than attractive.  I didn't recall what she was wearing in the car, but she looked ready for some fun.  Her breasts were average size with nice firm nipples poking against the blouse.

"Are you going to invite me in?"

"Uh sure.  The front desk said I forgot something in the car?"

She twirled the bag around her finger and laughed, "Nope."

She walked in as if it was her place.  I followed her through the living room and watched as she plopped herself down on the plush couch.  Giving me a seductive look, she kicked off her shoes and leaned back on her elbows.  Her loose-fitting, short skirt landed upper thigh and she didn't bother to adjust it as she crossed her ankles.

We kind of stared at each other with awkward smiles for a few seconds.

"So, you said you were going to buy me a drink if I came back.  I'm here.  Are you?"

"Sure!  We can go down to the bar if you like?  But after my flight, I thought I had time to grab a quick shower first."

"Go ahead, Howard.  I'll watch some TV and wait."

I pushed the bathroom door halfway closed and started the water.  A few minutes later I was in shower heaven, washing up and stroking my cock as I thought about Alex earlier, and now Beka.

It was only after I stepped from the shower that I noticed that the placement of the mirror was the perfect angle between the bed and the bathroom.  Beka snickered as I entered the room with just a towel around my waist.

"Howard, Do you mind if I freshen up a bit myself.  It's been a long day picking up assholes.  Present company excluded of course," she giggled.

I laughed, and stepped to the side, pointing towards the bathroom.

She brushed by me close enough for her breasts to make contact with my arm.  "I'll only be a few minutes," she said with a smile.

I checked out the room and turned on the TV, then I heard the shower come on and thought, this was going to take longer than expected.

Parking myself in the armchair by the large plate glass window that overlooked the courtyard, I panned from building to building, then,  directly across from me, I noticed curtains wide open, lights on, and activity in one of the windows.  My immediate thought was there might be some voyeuristic opportunities later on.

I caught Beka's reflection in the window as she emerged from the bathroom, clothed only (I presumed) in a towel as well.  She walked towards the other armchair opposite mine and sat down, spinning to see what I was looking at.

"Very nice place, Howard."

After asking her age, I was pleased to find out my guess was spot on, 22.  Beka told me she was supplementing her way through college and working part-time as a driver also.

"You know it's several hours before dinner, right?"

"Dinner?  I get dinner too," she laughed?

I asked her what she was studying.  "Pre-med," she answered proudly, "with a minor in art."

She bragged that she was on the Dean's list and her favorite classes were anatomy and life forms in art.  They kind of complement each other I asked?

Beka confessed that to help supplement her income, she also modeled nude for her life art classes, and occasionally had worked in nearby topless clubs.  My interest peaked.  I could just imagine that hot little body writhing on stage to ear-splitting loud music and a congregation of horny old perverts, like me.

"You know, Beka, we can do lunch whenever you want," I interrupted.

"I'm famished.  I haven't eaten since breakfast," she admitted.

She turned towards me, her towel opening wide enough for me to see where her silky smooth thighs ended.  She watched my expression and shot me a toothy grin.  Beka then turned towards the window and wondered out loud if anyone across the plaza could possibly see us.  I ventured a guess it might be difficult, until after dark anyway.  She nodded and shot me a wink.

My cock was beginning to become a problem.  The sway of her leg, her spinning back and forth in the chair, the tone of the conversation were all working their mojo on me.

"Where would you like to eat, Mister?  Do you know the restaurants and clubs in this area?"

Admittedly, I was clueless, I asked for her to recommend her favorite.  She did.  I agreed.  And she stood to go get dressed.  Beka let the towel fall to the floor as she stood facing me.  Her body was a masterpiece.  Perfectly symmetrical natural tits, flat tummy and a generous landing strip for me to land my beard on for dessert.  Then she turned her back to me, bent over to pick up the towel, giving me a long view of her perfect ass and pussy.

I just about shot my wad staring at that beautiful ass and cunt from behind.  Beka bolted upright playfully and giggled as she looked over her shoulder and stepped into the bathroom to dress.

Facing the window, I noticed a couple directly across from us.  The middle-aged man lifted his drink as a salute, and the woman ran her hand across his crotch.  I acknowledged them with a wave and stood up, letting my towel fall to the floor and grabbing my crotch.

Beka emerged looking like the arm trophy of every man's dreams.  Cleavage on display, tight dress that showed off her hour glass figure and heels.  Now I know what was in the bag 'I forgot'.

She came to my side and tiptoed to kiss me.  Breaking the kiss, I told her to look across the plaza.  She seemed thrilled when the couple waved to her.  She enthusiastically waved back.  I turned her to face the window and snuggled behind her.

My arms wrapped around her waist and I pulled her rounded hips flush to my erection.  Her head fell into my chest as she felt my length grind on her lower back.  I nuzzled her neck as I looked across the plaza.  The man was behind the woman, mirroring everything we did.

Beka trained her eyes on the unfolding scene as I inched her short skirt up her thighs.  The older woman across from us placed both palms on the glass as she leaned her hips into his.  Beka followed suit.  The man lifted her skirt high enough to expose thigh-high hose and garters.  My cock throbbed.  I love that shit.

I ran my hands up and down Beka's luscious, taut body, as did the man to his woman.  My left hand dipped between her legs, as did his to hers.  Beka was fully enjoying being on display.  As his hand crossed between her legs, he pulled her panties down, exposing a silvery patch of pussy hair.

Beka was digging this shit and gyrating, her ass grinding my cock as we both watched the other couple take the lead.  He turned sideways as she dropped to her knees and pulled out a pretty impressively large cock.  She looked our way as she took it in hand and slapped it back and forth across her face.  Not to be outdone, Beka did likewise.  We were both parallel to our windows, showing off our sexual prowess. 

My attention quickly turned to watch Beka gobble my cock to the balls.  She peeked out of the side of her eyes at the other couple as she sucked me off.  I lost track of them for a minute as I blew my wad down her throat.  Like a good little slut, she took every last drop and drank it down.

Finally, I looked across the plaza and noticed they were holding up a paper with their room number.  Beka's eyes widened at the prospect. 

"Have you any idea what these folks are proposing, Beka," I asked with a smile.

"Maybe?"

"They want us to join them for an evening of sex as a foursome.  I don't mind having a drink with them to see if there is any chemistry.  Are you?"

Her eyes grew wide, "I'm not sure."

I couldn't help but laugh at her innocence and reassured her there was no pressure to do anything.  But she agreed to meet them for a drink.

The woman answered the phone with the most sultry voice I've ever heard.  It dripped with orgasm.  Beka shared the phone with me as she introduced herself and her friend.  Since Beka had approved, I invited them to meet us in the bar for a drink.

Some thirty minutes later, they came through the door.  They were easy to spot and appeared younger than I first thought.  Helen and Marv were their names.  She was a successful realtor in Big D, and Marv was  her bag man.  Helen dripped of diamonds and filled every square inch of her plunging neckline with a long pearl necklace.  Helen was intimidatingly gorgeous.  Her slive white,  shoulder-length hair matched the pubes we saw earlier.  Her large nipples poked proudly through the semi-sheer top.  Marv was a different story, beady-eyed and squattier than I thought, maybe 5'8"?  Helen stood eye to eye with him, in heels that is.

We introduced ourselves and Beka quickly became the topic of discussion.  We grabbed a table for four near the back.  Both of them were smitten by her beauty and wit.  Both Helen and Marv were pretty touchy feelie with Beka.  I wasn't sure how she was going to respond, but she seemed happy with all the attention.

After a couple of drinks, I told them we were headed to a restaurant for dinner.  They invited themselves, and thankfully, Beka agreed.  I was going to hail an Uber, when Helen suggested we take a horse-drawn carriage the few blocks to the restaurant.  Sounded fun, so we did.

Helen slid into the seat opposite me, and Marv opposite Beka.  Helen was quick to get comfy and raised her skirt sufficiently enough to give us another look at her silver pussy hair.  My eyes drank in the beautiful sight.  Beka discretely slipped her hand across my thigh, resting her hand just inches from my growing cock.  Marv watched her hand with great interest and placed his hand between Helen's legs, tugging the one closest to him, over his leg.  Helen playfully swatted his hand and giggled as her goodies went on public display.

Her lips were nice and full and shimmered.  Beka seemed transfixed on Helen's pussy.  Her hand squeezed my thigh then ran up my throbbing cock.  Marv pulled Helen's leg wider as he turned and ran the other hand up her middle.  His large fingers parted Helen's pussy as she slid forward, her knee hitting mine.  She arched her back as Marv kissed on her neck and sloshed around inside her. 

Beka was in full-blown horny mode by now and had me unzipped with my cock in hand, pumping me as Helen came.  Helen sat upright, leaned across and planted her face on my cock.  Beka continued to pump me as Helen's lips took me in and made me cum in a matter of seconds.  Marv somehow already had his pants around his ankles and lifted her on top of him.    Helen was doubled over, his cock in her undercarriage somewhere and me in her mouth.

Poor Beka could only watch for a few seconds before lifting her skirt and began masturbating as she watched.  Marv watched Beka from the side of Helen as she came loudly.  I blew a second round into her mouth, which she slurped down.  Helen ran her hand up Beka's thigh until her long, delicate fingers parted those hot, young lips.

Beka's back arched as those probing fingers entered her delicate pussy.  Helen smiled intently at Beka as she bucked wildly against Helen's hand until she came.  Then Helen moved closer to Beka, and lifted Beka's legs over her shoulders.  Beka slumped forward as her legs opened widely and ground against Helen's thrashing tongue, coming several times with cute little cries.  Helen grunted a massive orgasm that resonated in Beka's pussy, making her shower Helen's face.

Dripping in Beka's juices, Helen leaned into my lap and wiped her face off on my pants. I laughed.

"I hope it's dark in the restaurant, Howard," she smiled.

Beka wouldn't let Marv fuck her, but he let him play with her pussy for quite a while.  Marv jacked off while he watched Beka orgasm a couple of times.   Helen turned to face Marv and straddled my legs.  Bending forward, she offered her silvery cunt to me.  I spread her full lips with both thumbs as my tongue slammed into her juicy cunt.  She braced herself on the opposite wall of the carriage as I ate her pussy and finger fucked her to another orgasm.  Then I guided her onto my cock and she rocked around on it as she moaned loudly and cursed.  Helen came in a torrent and completely soaked my pants.  Now what I thought.

Beka was quite taken back at the volume of Helen's orgasm.  I came in Helen with the full force of every fiber I could muster.  Then Helen sat back on me and opened her legs for Marv to see my cum dripping from her pussy.  He reached for me, but I rebuked his advance.  I don't go that way I told him.

After tidying up a bit and redressing, I looked at the mess in my lap and laughed, "I can't go anywhere looking like this."

We dropped them off at the restaurant, promising to catch up later for more fun, and returned to my room.  I left the curtains open as the sun dipped behind the city scape .  As I was about to strip for the shower, Beka decided we should shower together, and have dinner later.

Beka faced the mirror and slowly undressed, primping and posing each time she removed another piece of clothing, which didn't take long because she was already commando.  But she loved to see herself naked, as did I.

I stood in the shower facing her, my cock raging hard as she seemingly didn't even notice.  Finally, she turned to join me, and her eyes dropped to my cock.  "Is that for me?" she joked.

Beka and I slithered against each other, kissing and groping and rubbing each others' genitals.  Finally, she kissed her way down my chest and took my cock in her mouth.

She looked up at me and mumbled, "I hope I'm as good as Helen."

Beka stared up at me as she sucked and licked and nibbled on me.  Her hands slowly stroked me as she would take me in her mouth, tease me for a bit, then spit me out, only to start over.  This went on for several minutes until I couldn't hold off any longer, and showered her with a nice facial.

Beka seemed delighted at the ribbons of cum that crisscrossed her face and tits, so she kept pumping.  After cumming a couple of times, I spun her to face the showerhead and dropped down behind her.  She instinctively placed both hands on the shower wall as she pushed her ass towards me.

I spread her cheeks and teased her taint and asshole as she squirmed.  Two fingers split her pussy and probed deeply as I tongued and sucked at her cunt.  She came violently, showering me with a torrent of juices.

"Fuck me, Mister," Beka moaned.  So I exited the shower with her in tow.  As we walked through the living room, I noticed Marv and Helen across the way, both naked and getting after it.  We waved as we headed for the bedroom, which also faced their place.

I threw open the curtains and turned the lights on.  Beka was full-blown hot as hell by now.

She got on all fours and waited for me to enter her from behind.  I waved to our neighbors as I plunged deep, hard and swiftly into her depths.  Beka shrieked as I rammed her tight walls.  With her magnificent tits in hand, I fucked her for several minutes, then flipped her to her back.  Slipping my arms under her thighs, I doubled her over, twisting her towards them so they could get a nice view of her ass and pussy.  I leaned over and sucked on her cunt as she bucked wildly in my mouth.  Then I slammed two fingers in her and finger fucked her fast and furious until she fountained on me.

I looked across the courtyard as Helen was standing next to Marv, jacking him off with one hand, and masturbating with the other.  For the finale, I took cock in hand and pointed it towards Helen, pumping it as she smiled.  Then I turned towards Beka, lifted her legs high into the air, and sank balls deep into her honey pot.  We fucked for several minutes, in multiple positions until we were both spent. 

We showered again, this time dressing afterwards for dinner.  After a wonderful quiet dinner, we returned to the condo.  I asked if she would like to spend the night.  She laughed, "I don't think my husband would approve."

"Husband," I asked?

I walked her downstairs and stood there in front of the offices as she got in her car and left.  At least she blew me a kiss as she drove off.