We parked in one of the municipal lots in town and walked over to ‘F’ Street, where most of the little stores and boutiques are located, laughing and chatting like old friends despite having met only a week or so earlier. Then again, we’d been more intimate than a lot of old friends – after all, how many old friends have had a finger up each other’s ass, or have tasted each other’s love juices?

In the first shop, Gina almost immediately found a blouse she wanted to try on. She also handed me one which she said would be cute on me before dragging me to the tiny dressing room. This was another new experience for me, never having shared a store dressing room with a horny, grabby woman before. We couldn’t move without bumping and making contact with each other, and when I pulled my shirt off to try on the top, she grabbed my boobs, tweaking and pinching my sensitive nipples.

I pushed her away, laughing, and slid into the blouse she’d chosen for me. When she got half-naked, I went her one better by leaning in to suck one of her hard, beautiful nipples. The drawback to that plan was that it probably aroused me as much as it did her! Still, when she moaned and grabbed my head, holding me to her breast, it was me that shushed her and pulled away.

“Ssshhh, you’ll get us in trouble!”

“I don’t care; don’t stop…”

“Gina, no; I know most of these people. I live near here. You don’t, but I have to see them around town all the time.”

“And you don’t think they already know you’re a healthy, horny girl?”

I laughed. “Probably, but no need to confirm it for them. Try on your blouse.”

She did and decided to not only buy it but wear it out of the store. I said, “I don’t blame you, it looks really cute and it sure shows off your assets!”

She admired herself in the mirror, smiling. “This should help my tips at work too… I probably shouldn’t have let you talk me into going braless though.”

“Hah! Like I had to twist your arm. You wear it like this to work and I guarantee your tips shoot up… among other things.” She looked very sexy – and very horny, her hard, dark nipples displayed beautifully through the thin, cream-colored fabric. I was used to guys looking at me since I’m usually braless and my nipples tend to be viewer-friendly, but it wasn’t going to break my heart to have them ignoring me for a couple of hours to focus on Gina.

The store owner, a very nice lady who I didn’t know but had seen around town, cut the tags off for Gina and thanked us for shopping with her, putting my shirt, which Gina had been wearing, in a bag. We hit a couple more stores, Gina looking for some shorts or designer-type jeans to replace my skirt. I found a nice vest that would look super hot with no shirt or bra under it – if I was brave enough to wear it that way – and a straw crusher cowboy hat with a turquoise and silver hatband.

She ultimately failed in her quest to find jeans that both met her style requirements and fit her but did find a nice faded denim skirt, so my loaner skirt joined my shirt in the bag. We walked down by the river for a while and watched people in the water, the summer river fairly calm in this stretch so it was safer for kids and people learning to kayak. A couple of rafts passed through, and I waved at one of the guides I recognized.

We ate at one of my favorite spots, the Boathouse Cantina, on the deck overlooking the river. I continued to be pleasantly surprised at how easy Gina was to be with, enjoying her companionship as much as anything. Sitting facing each other across the table as we enjoyed a refreshing noon cocktail, we talked about a variety of things, including the desire to get together with Richard for a threesome, an idea that likely aroused both of us.

I know it did me, and after glancing around to be sure nobody was paying attention to us, I stretched out my leg, teasingly sliding my foot up her calf to her knee. When she parted her legs – the same thing I would have done – I continued slowly up her thigh, torturing her.

My toes found the crotch of her panties – technically, my panties – and when I caressed the warm nylon, she said, “Mmm, gotta love those long legs of yours.”

“They do come in useful. Good for reaching out, spreading, wrapping around things…”

She smiled as I continued to stroke her with my toes. “All things I hope to explore soon. You’re going to get your panties all wet, you know.”

“My panties are already wet.”

She laughed. “God, you’re fun! I meant the ones I’m wearing.”

“Oh, I think those are already wet too.”

“You’re right. Are you trying to make me come?”

“Is that a challenge?”

“I meant it just as a question, but it could be. You do know that the guy to your left is watching, right?”

I hadn’t, but when I looked at him, a good-looking older man probably in his sixties, sitting alone, he smiled and winked, not at all embarrassed about getting busted. I looked back at Gina. “He doesn’t seem to mind.”

Her grin turned wicked. “If he doesn’t, I don’t…”

So, as we waited for our food, I continued to give Gina a foot job. It didn’t take long before she was unable to sit still, squirming in her seat and subtly grinding her pussy against my toes. Her smile turned into a small frown of concentration and her lips parted, her breathing taking on a pre-orgasmic shudder, and I knew I had her.

When her body suddenly tensed and I heard her grunt, low in her throat, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the table, I knew she was rocking an orgasm and trying very hard not to embarrass both of us! She jerked twice, like an electric current had hit her, closed her eyes, and clamped her thighs closed on my foot, and I laughed.

“I win!”

It took her several seconds, but she eventually breathlessly responded, “No, I think I won. God almighty, that was nice!”

I glanced again at the man, our watcher, and he gave me a big grin and feigned applause, clapping soundlessly. I said to Gina, “I think we all three won.”

She looked over at him and got another smile, which she returned as she blew him a kiss. It was one of the few times I’ve seen her blush, her naturally slightly olive skin taking on a darker hue. She freed my foot from her grip and our food came shortly thereafter, a smothered shredded chicken burrito for me and a plate of nachos for her, everything delicious.

Our voyeur finished his meal as we ate, and left, pausing at our table to say a quiet thanks and squeezing my shoulder as he passed, and after he’d gone, Gina and I burst out laughing. I said, “I should probably feel embarrassed about that, but I don’t.”

“Me neither… are we going to get each other in trouble?”

“God, I hope so!”

We didn’t though, not that day, behaving ourselves through the remainder of our late lunch. Gina needed to get going, to get home, ready for work, and make the drive up to Leadville in time, so we didn’t dawdle too much when we were finished. When I signaled our server, she came over and informed us that our meals had already been taken care of by the gentleman that had been sitting near us – our appreciative voyeur!

When Gina and I looked at each other and burst out laughing, she also informed us that he’d told her to pass along how much he’d enjoyed sharing time with us, which got us laughing again. She probably thought we were crazy – or maybe she had an inkling – but in any event, we left her a very nice tip, unsure if he’d covered that, and headed back to where we’d parked.

As we walked along, Gina said, “That worked out well! I got a very nice orgasm and a free lunch out of the deal. If I’d known it would be so profitable, I’d try to have an orgasm every time I eat out.”

I laughed. “Yeah, go figure that, huh? I’ve heard the expression ‘sing for your supper’, but I’d never heard of ‘come for your lunch’. I like it, though!”

As we walked and chatted, I again marveled at how easily we’d meshed and how quickly intimacy barriers between us had fallen. At our cars, we stood and talked a little longer, about ready to go our separate ways, when Gina suddenly said, “Oh, wait! Here…”

She reached under her skirt and tugged her panties – my panties – down, and stepped carefully out of them before handing them to me.

I laughed, shaking my head and looking around to see if anyone had witnessed that little act. “I can’t believe you did that! I wasn’t much worried about ever getting them back, and even at that you could have just given them to me next time we see you.”

“Nah, that’s ok, they’re yours, and I can use a little of this cool breeze anyway.”

“I can tell; these are quite wet!”

“And whose fault is that?”

I smiled. “Guilty. You gonna go to work like that?”

“I might.”

“Will that boost your tips?”

She giggled. “Just may, if I work it right. Mostly it just makes me horny knowing I’m not wearing any.” She looked at her wet panties still dangling from my fingers. “Give those to Richard, ok?”

“Oh, God!” I laughed. “You know what he’ll do, don’t you?”

“Of course! He’ll sniff them.” We both laughed, and I was glad I hadn’t given in to the urge to do just that!

“Why do guys do that?” I asked.

“Because men are dogs… then again, that does make them easy to train. Just offer a little treat and they’ll do almost anything.”

We agreed to get together again soon, the three of us next time, both knowing we were planning a threesome for sex without ever saying so, and she pulled me forward to kiss me goodbye, her lips soft and warm, still salty from her Margarita glass. I knew Richard would be eager and excited to know that things were very much on track, but the truth is that I was too, very much looking forward to finding out what it would be like to be with Gina and my husband with no self-imposed barriers. Even then, as I thought of him I felt the sting of jealousy, but arousal overrode it.

It was making me hornier just thinking about it, and as I watched Gina drive out of the parking lot, I gave in to the urge to sniff her still-damp panties. Her sex scent was musky and sensual and arousing, and it made my mouth and my pussy flood. I stripped out of my panties and left both pairs on the front passenger seat, and I was masturbating my wet self as I drove out of the lot, starting slowly but gasping and grinding through a powerful orgasm long before I got to the Walmart, where I needed to pick up some things.

It wasn’t the first time I’d shopped commando, although it’s usually under jeans or shorts rather than a skirt, so I had to be aware of how I bent over or squatted down when reaching for things. As it often does, the awareness of possible exposure kept my nipples erect and my arousal simmering even though I don’t think I flashed anyone – I didn’t want to show up on one of those “People of WalMart” videos!

The air conditioning in the store felt cold on my wetness, in addition to making my nipples pop, and the refrigerated food aisles didn’t help. I know I caught a few looks from other customers and employees but I gathered the things I’d decided to surprise Richard with for dinner, along with a few other basics from my list, and headed home.

I immediately got out the slow cooker and, after sautéing to brown it, started the small roast I’d bought, adding quartered thin-skinned Yukon Gold potatoes, baby carrots, a chopped white onion, minced garlic, chopped parsley, salt and pepper, and a can of cream of mushroom soup for flavor and juiciness. It was a few minutes of work, but it pretty much took care of the whole meal from there, giving me time to relax and think about our plans with Gina and how I was going to be able to handle my jealousy.

I remained horny, despite my self-administered treatment for my condition, but I didn’t indulge further, saving it for Richard. I’d taken Hobo outside, going to my truck to retrieve the two pair of panties from my front seat as he roamed and then draping one pair over each arm of Richie’s rocker on the front porch. By the time he turned into the drive, I was sitting on the front steps and Hobo was a couple hundred yards down the front yard toward the road, and he raced over to pace Richie’s Jeep up the driveway.

He got out and spent a minute fussing over our very excited Heeler before approaching the house, stopping in front of me at the foot of the steps. Still in the same skirt and blouse – and still without underwear of any kind – I was sitting with my knees about a foot apart, putting the next step of my plan into effect. He noticed and grinned.

“Very nice! If I’d known, I would have been here an hour ago.”

“I wasn’t sitting here an hour ago.”

“Good thing I waited, then.” He came up two steps and bent to kiss me, sliding one hand up my thigh, his fingers seeking and finding my wet pussy. At the same moment, we both said, “Mmm…”, and then laughed.

He slid a finger into me, and I moaned.  He smiled. “You’re very wet.”

“I know. That happens when I’m very horny.”

He crooked his finger, expertly finding my G-spot, and I thrust forward, squeezing his finger, demanding more. He groaned. “Now I really wish I’d gotten here sooner.”

“We have plenty of time; dinner is going to be a little late. I got started late.” I reached up and felt him through his pants, the weight of his manhood, balls heavy, and his cock long and flaccid, sending a thrill of arousal through me.

“You keep that up, dinner is going to be a little late…” He looked up and saw the panties on his chair. “What’s that all about?”

“Oh, those? A little present.”

“Oh really…” He slowly drew his finger out of me, pausing to stroke my clit before pulling away. It wouldn’t have taken too much more for me to come, but I was oddly glad he hadn’t. He raised his hand to his face, savoring the scent of my arousal before he tasted me, then passed me and ascended to stand by his chair. “Two pairs?”

“Yes.”

“Why, did you soak through one?”

“Yes, one of those I did.”

“And the other?”

“Figure it out.”

He picked them up, a pair in each hand. “They’re dry now.”

“Yeah, that takes, like, ten seconds out here on a day like this.”

He raised one pair to his face – the pair I’d worn – and I smiled, remembering Gina’s prediction that he’d do exactly that. He breathed in and groaned again. “Fuck, I love the scent of your horny pussy.”

I smiled. “I’m glad you do.”

He switched to the other pair, again breathing deeply, and he frowned. “These are your panties.”

“Yes.”

He took a second sample sniff. “But that’s not you.”

“Very good! No, it’s not.”

“Fuck me! Gina?”

“Yes, Gina.”

He groaned, then went back and forth, sniffing one pair and then the other. The bulge that had begun in his pants due to him touching me and me fondling him had now reached its zenith, rock hard and straining behind his zipper. “What… Why was she wearing your panties?”

“She didn’t have any extra ones along and she needed some after we showered, so we could go shopping.”

He grinned, shaking his head. “See, that’s something guys would never do, loan underwear to a friend – or wear theirs, for that matter.”

“They were clean.”

“Still.”

“Well, that’s just silly. She gave them back before she went home. She wanted you to have them.”

He laughed. “Really?”

I nodded. “Entirely her idea. She’d just come in them, you see, so they were very wet.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, sniffing her panties again, then mine and, no doubt, imagining. “Tell me…”

I turned and kneeled on the top step. “Come here first.”

He came back to me, and as I unbuckled and unzipped his pants, I told him, “You know how I sometimes reach my leg across under the table and tease you with my foot? That worked for her too.”

“While you were eating breakfast, after you made each other horny in the shower?”

“No, during lunch, after we’d made each other horny trying on clothes.”

“Bullshit! In the restaurant?”

“No bullshit, and yes… but on the deck. We ate at the Boathouse.” I fished out his cock, which was long and thick and rigid with arousal, and licked it, stem to tip.

He groaned and shuddered. “Fuck… now I really wish I could have joined you! Was it crowded?”

“Not too bad.” I tugged his pants down to his thighs so I could fondle his balls.

“So nobody saw you? They don’t even have tablecloths, Rayney.”

“I know. We didn’t think anyone did, but then we saw one guy, by himself, watching us.”

“Jesus! So…”

“Gina came, Richie, big ol’ orgasm, and he saw everything.” I slipped him into my mouth as I said that, sucking him as deep as I could and enjoying his masculine taste and scent, and the tiny issue of precum that I sucked from him.

“Fuck. You’re going to make me come too.”

I let him slip free, his cock shimmering with my saliva, the veins of his shaft bulging. “I am, but not just yet.”

“I’m so goddamn horny right now!”

I traced his wet, massively swollen cock with one finger, smiling up at him. “Really? You sure hide it well.”

“Yeah, right. Fuck… what did the guy do? Did he say anything?”

“Not then, but he smiled and pretended to applaud after Gina came. When he left he stopped by our table and said thanks, and then he bought our lunch.”

He laughed. “I don’t believe it!”

“It’s true; ask Gina.” I took him back into my mouth, enjoying the way his cock throbbed and filled my mouth, my pussy dripping with arousal. I knew I could make him come very easily, but the same was true for me. I only sucked him for a few seconds, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock before again releasing him. “I’d sure love to have this deep inside of me when you come.”

“That can be arranged. You want to go inside?”

“No time – this is an emergency situation.” I rose to my feet and wrapped my hand around his upright cock, guiding him backward to his chair. When his calves hit it, I stopped and bent to tug his pants down to his ankles, momentarily sucking him again; he was leaking freely now, and his taste and the slipperiness of his arousal made me ache with need.

He said, “You know that anybody can see us from the road, right?”

“Now you’re worried about it? Luckily, there isn’t much traffic, and it’s quite a ways away. Besides, you’ll be covered in a minute. Sit!”

He did, his cock standing up from his lap like a beautiful, fleshy Maypole, and I stepped over him, straddling him and carefully sliding my feet under the arms of his chair so I could settle on his lap, facing him. I held my skirt up as he guided himself into me, pausing to stroke his cock back and forth between my lips in my juices, lubricating and further arousing both of us.

When I dropped lower he entered me, and I gasped with pleasure at the familiar feel of his beautiful cock stretching and opening me as he slid deep, filling me. When I’d settled fully on his lap, his cock in me balls-deep, we kissed, long and passionately, and I dropped my skirt to cover where we were joined.

As we broke the kiss, I said, “See? All covered, nobody can see a thing.” I was working my hips back and forth, reveling in how delicious he felt deep inside of me, my pussy stretched tight around his girth, and he groaned and pushed upward.

“Other than my pants bunched around my ankles, you mean? Anyone that sees us will know exactly what we’re doing.”

“And be jealous and horny? I can live with that. Besides, if they’re looking that closely, they might as well drive up and get a front-row seat. Then we could charge admission.”

“Like you did at lunch?”

“That was completely voluntary on his part!”

“Not really; his mind was impaired. God, you feel good, so tight and hot.”

“You feel good too, huge and hard. Make me come.”

“You’re setting the pace, I’m just your willing and eager fuck toy. You make you come.”

So I did, saving my breath and my energy to focus it all on fucking him, riding his hard cock aggressively as I pumped my hips back and forth and up and down. I don’t know if it was just because I was super horny or if it was because he was, but he felt huge in me, his cock a massive, swollen thing actively seeking out my most sensitive, needy places. He pushed my shirt up and attached his lips to my hard nipples, sucking hard and licking aggressively, occasionally pausing to exchange some very wet kisses with me, and when I came it was a massive, shattering, full-body orgasm.

I slammed my body down onto him, demanding his all, my pussy grasping and squeezing his cock, milking him for all I was worth as I made impassioned, inhuman noises. I swore my love for him, I cursed him, I demanded more, and I came like a fucking tsunami; this was not one of my usual multi-orgasmic experiences, this was all of it, all of those, perhaps as many as a dozen rolled into one massive, mind-blowing, shuddering climax.

I was only vaguely aware of him reaching under my skirt and grasping my ass, pushing a finger into me and holding on as he slammed himself into me, and of his cock spasming and pumping as he came. Normally I feel every flex, twitch, and gush of him as he comes, often making me come again, but this time I was deeply involved already and barely felt it, my whole body shaking with the intensity of it.

We clung to each other, each making our involuntary sounds, each reveling in the unleashed power of our coupling and riding our orgasms out as long as possible. As I began to come down from mine I could still feel his cock jerking inside of me and assumed it was probably the dry spasms that follow his ejaculation, his cock still in the throes even though he’d fully shot his load. It felt amazing, and I watched his face as I squeezed him and moved on his hard shaft.

When he opened his eyes and found me staring into them, he said, “God damn! That was fucking intense.”

“It was amazing. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me… I mean, my God, thank you! You’re the one that got the ball rolling, so to speak. Fuck, I thought I was never going to stop coming!" He paused, looking into my eyes, and then went on, "You and Gina seem to affect each other very powerfully. I think this whole idea is making you feel hypersexual, or carnal, I guess, and super horny. Are you really into her?”

I smiled and squeezed him again, feeling a trickle of his cum leak out and run down my ass. “More than I would have guessed in a million years. She’s fun and funny and outrageous, and so completely in touch with her sexuality. I’m amazed you ever parted ways with her, to be honest.”

“I was too, and it took me a while to get over her. I think we both just felt like we were still too young and had other… you know, wild oats to sow, other pathways and experiences waiting. And I found you, so it worked out great for me!”

“For me too, it sure did!” We sat and cuddled, kissing and doing lover things as he went limp inside of me. I knew that if I moved he’d slip out, and if I squeezed I’d probably expel him, so I held still and enjoyed the way he felt and the way his cum slowly oozing out around him coated us in our juices. When he inevitably slid free despite my best efforts, I climbed off him, looking down at the spillage covering his thighs and balls, my legs still shaky with the intensity of my climax.

“Looks like you came about a gallon or two.”

He smiled. “Felt like I did too.”

“You’re still running down my legs, even with all that.”

“Mmm, between your thighs, my favorite place on earth. If you want some cleanup help, climb back up here and stick that pussy in my face.”

I laughed. “Horndog! As much as I love you doing that, I don’t think I could come again right now if my life depended on it.”

“Damn, I’m good! I can count the number of times you’ve said that on the fingers of one hand.”

“Yes, you are very good. Humble, too. Out of curiosity, while you’re counting, what’s your other hand doing?”

“Come here, I’ll demonstrate.”

“Never mind! I need to get some things started in the kitchen. Why don’t you go get cleaned up and changed, and then you can come set the table and keep an eye on things while I clean up.”

He stood, cum now running down his legs as well, his cock thick and rubbery, not fully hard but still filled with post-orgasmic blood as it slowly returned to standby status. I loved the way he looked after he came… hell, let’s face it; I love the way his package looks in any condition!

He commented on how great dinner smelled as we walked in and we parted ways. I went to the kitchen, turned on the oven, and popped a tube of biscuits, placing them on a cookie sheet. I dabbed at the mess running down my legs with a Kleenex, but our cum just kept on coming.

Shortly after I got the biscuit pan in the oven, Richie showed. He noticed my drainage problem and laughed – probably proud of himself - before boosting me up onto the counter and dropping to his knees between my legs to clean up after himself. I’d been wrong; as it turned out, I did have one more orgasm in me, and he found it shortly before the timers started going off.

We enjoyed a delicious dinner, even though I was so relaxed I could barely function, and afterward, he held me on the sofa while I napped and he watched TV. We didn’t have sex again that night, both of our libidos fully satiated for the moment, but we did several times the following week as we made plans to meet up with Gina, the prospect very arousing to both of us.

Gina, being a bartender, usually can’t get weekends off, and between May and September, peak tourist and rafting and trail riding season, neither can I. If I’m lucky I get one day a week in that period, usually Tuesday or Wednesday, something Gina could also work out. Richard, on the other hand, gets only weekends off as his job has more traditional hours.

Fortunately, he had some vacation time saved up and was able to schedule the following Tuesday and Wednesday, throwing in Monday to give himself a five-day break. I managed to finagle both Tuesday and Wednesday that week as well, not an easy sell, and so did Gina, so we made our plans accordingly, very excited and scarcely able to wait until she drove down to our place on Tuesday morning. I don’t know how Gina handled her arousal and anticipation, but Richard and I fucked a lot!