The kids were going to have fun staying with their dad and that nineteen-year-old “woman” he left me for (who’s sort of like the big sister they never had). I’ll miss them, but mama needed to go out and get laid.

My suitcase was stuffed with more choices than I really needed for a two-night trip, but to hell with it – there were probably all kinds of guys you could meet at a wine tasting and I wanted to be prepared. The event was set up by some local wineries and held at a small casino a couple of hours’ drive from me. I planned to chill out Friday night, sleep in late Saturday morning, and then gamble and people-watch until the first session at two in the afternoon. I bought a second ticket, for six o’clock, just in case. The whole thing was repeated on Sunday but I intended to be on the road again, satisfied, right after checkout.

I drove down the interstate barefoot, singing loudly and off-key with whatever came on the radio. The only reason I brought my phone was in case the kids needed me and I vowed I wouldn’t touch it otherwise. More cars passed me than I passed because the cruise control was set to exactly the speed limit. The ex hated it when I drove the limit.

~~~

Breakfast on Saturday was a last-minute hotel muffin with surprisingly good coffee. I scouted the casino floor to get an idea as to the types of men I might find at the tasting and hoped to God that they were completely different from what I found. After a little more gambling and a light lunch, I went to my room to change.

I stretched on some very tight, very flattering black leggings. My ruby-colored tunic was too short and its top button wouldn’t stay closed (especially when I wore a push-up), which is why it was my favorite. I have a hard time finding booties because I don’t like chunky, clunky heels but I loved my burgundy ones with their two-inch spikes. After pulling my hair up into a pony, I checked myself out in the mirror.

If I had a penis (and it was really, really, really obvious that I didn’t), I’d do me.

The early returns were not promising, even after I flirted with the servers at the booths for more generous wine pours so I could lower my standards. Oh, there were plenty of men there and plenty of good-looking ones but there were also plenty of girlfriends and wives and boyfriends and husbands. My love of wine had apparently prevented me from thinking this through. I was probably the only person here using a modest wine-tasting as a singles’ event.

I thought my luck had changed when a cute guy in jeans and a blazer asked me about the pinot noir I had just sampled. We were comparing notes on that and a few others when a plain woman wrapped her arm around his. She had light-brown shoulder-length hair and wore a simple dress. “There you are, Matthew, flirting with another pretty girl.” I was about to excuse myself when she extended a hand. “I’ll bet this reprobate has failed to introduce himself. I’m Sue and this is Matt.”

“Hi Sue, I’m Kelly and I’ll give him credit – he did introduce himself.” Sue playfully chastised him for wandering off, he shot back that it was her fault for not keeping her eye on him, and I looked for a way out. Doing my best not to be rude, I flatly stated I was going to the next booth. They followed.

I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but Matt picked up our conversation right where we left off and I was enjoying myself. Sue took tiny sips from the tiny cups and her tiny smile suggested that she was okay with it. When we were done at that table, he escorted me with a light touch on the small of my back to the next display as Sue toddled behind. When the session came to a close, I said my goodbyes, hoping I’d find someone like Matt (only single) at the next one.

“Have dinner with me,” he said. I glanced at Sue, who seemed to be patiently, silently waiting for my answer.

“I would like to have dinner with the two of you but I’m attending the next session too and was just planning on grabbing a snack.”

“We’re going around again as well! It’s my treat, I insist.”

I acquiesced and was glad I did. Matt was intelligent, charming, and easy on the eyes. Sue stayed out of the conversations for the most part, even when Matt rarely tried to include her. When we all went back to the tastings together, everyone thought that Matt and I were the couple while Sue orbited at a distance.

Getting picked up wasn’t going to happen as I thought, but that was fine. I hadn’t had a man pay so much attention to me out of bed in a long time.

I left to pee and Sue surprised me when I came out of the stall – I hadn’t thought to ask if she wanted to come along.

“About Matt…”

“Look, I apologize that I took up so much of his time,” I said. “You’ve been very nice about it all and I’ll leave him to you.”

She blocked my way out, standing nose to nose. She touched her fingertips to my cheek and said, “Matt is going to offer you his room key. Take it.” To say I was stunned would be putting it mildly. She turned to face me as she opened the door to leave. “I’m a very sound sleeper.”

I paused, then got intercepted as soon as I walked out onto the floor. They acted like nothing unusual was happening and I got caught up talking with him again. We went to the last two booths together just before the announcement that the event was closing for the night. While Sue paid for the last of their many bottles, Matt held his key card out for me.

“Four-one-six. Come be with me tonight.”

I took it. I took it from him and hid it when Sue came closer. Quietly, he added, “she’s a very sound sleeper,” and then louder, “It was a pleasure meeting you today, Kelly.”

I knew before they were out of my sight that I would be in his bed tonight.

Half of my clothes were still in my suitcase and the other half was strewn on my bed, including my plaid schoolgirl skirt. My ex liked that. He liked any short, flared skirt or dress but he didn’t like push-up bras or cleavage. I don’t have much upstairs, there’s more now after the pregnancies, but I like to show off the girls now and then. We got married when I was barely twenty-three yet mature for my age, so I was told, and marrying a man more than ten years older seemed fine. Now a girl half his age was living with him and I was picking out the clothes I wanted to take off before some stranger fucks me.

I stripped, brushed my teeth, and got dressed: bikini panties in place of my thong, a tacky jean skirt, and a cami with a built-in shelf bra. I shook out my ponytail and ran my fingers through my hair – there was no need to waste time brushing it. I marked my own keycard with an ‘x’ and slipped them both into my skirt’s pocket. Flip-flops were enough and I headed out and up a floor.

My better sense stepped aside as I silently let myself in. A single light above the door illuminated Matt in his pajama bottoms. He was big-chested with a flat tummy. His love handles were more a result of his age than his weight. The fabric clung nicely to his round backside and tighter to the fat serpent crawling down his pant leg. I gave him a little wave and a smile.

“Come in.” His voice was hushed but he did not whisper. He handed me a plastic juice cup and took a sip from his. “I think this was one of the ones you particularly liked.” It was. I looked over my cup at Sue, on the far side of the bed with her back towards us, her chest rising and falling with a steady, hypnotic rhythm.

“She won’t bother us.” He took my wine, crossed my arms in front of me, and together we lifted my cami over my head. He kissed me while I was restrained and I relaxed my arms, kissing him back. He stripped the cami from my wrists and I draped them around his shoulders and neck, never breaking the kiss.

He pulled our naked torsos together and I stole a breath before driving my tongue back in. His trouser snake was no longer dormant and I ground my panties against it under my skirt. He unbuttoned and dropped it and I immediately pulled my panties down. He stood, motionless, patient. I took the hint and pulled his pants down, squatting face to face with his cock, licking the underside before stuffing it into my throat.

“That’s right,” he sighed and stroked my hair. “I knew you’d be a good cocksucker.”

Yesterday, I might have been offended by that. But right then, he made me want to try even harder. He tapped the cup to my cheek to offer me more wine before getting back to business.

“How wet are you?”

I looked up at him, nodded, then popped his cock from my lips. “Wet.”

He gave a fistful of my hair the gentlest of tugs to let me know to stand. “Good.” He aimed me toward the bed, directly at Sue, and slid his cock between my legs from behind. His cock was nestled between my lips, not really inside me, and he humped me and bumped my clit. I tried to push it inside, I needed him to be in, but he wouldn’t let me. When I whimpered, when he made me whimper, he pulled away and used fingers from both hands to fuck me, wedging his cock between my ass cheeks.

I came.

There was no buildup other than my frustration, no warning, no tingling of the nether regions. He just slapped me with an orgasm. I moaned, stifled myself because his wife was there, then moaned again louder because I didn’t care.

He released me to recover and handed me my wine, which I was too out of breath to drink. Matt took a sip, made me take a sip, then told me to get on the bed. I didn’t know where he wanted me so I lay there, inches from his sleeping wife, and spread my legs. He crawled between them, fluffed the pillows behind me, and lifted me by my ass to half sit, half lay. Then he shoved my ankles against my butt and wrapped my hands around them.

“Hold on,” he said and easily slid that thick cock up my cunt. That push, that stroke, that thrust was all it took to tell me that this man knew how to fuck. He was rough but never too rough. I wanted to play with my tit but he moved my hand away. “I want to see them bounce,” he said. If this fucking was all about him, well, that was okay ‘cause this time there was a buildup and I had plenty of warning. He didn’t slow down and I didn’t let go of my ankles.

As the stars in front of my eyes flickered out, I thought I heard Sue stir. She was still on her side, mostly still, but I could see her shoulder jerking. That’s when Matt yanked me flat on my back and thrust with a new purpose while nibbling my neck and preventing me from looking in her direction. I hugged his waist with my legs and made him work for every backstroke.

I felt his growl behind my ear and his every pulse when he came deep inside me. “Baby, I’m so close,” I whispered and he answered my plea with rapid-fire stabs until I thanked God and him. He rolled off of me and I squeezed myself shut, trying to breathe like a normal person.

“That was, weird, and wonderful,” I said. “I’ll head out now and, thanks for dinner and everything.”

“Don’t go yet. Rest a minute.”

A minute wouldn’t hurt anything I figured, especially after he pulled the blankets over my shoulders and spooned me.

~~~

I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee, lying on the wet spot. Matt was shirtless in jeans, reading his tablet in the chair by the window. The wine cups were gone, and my clothes were folded, on the dresser. Maybe Sue was in the bathroom, I reasoned.

“The kids!” I said aloud. I debated whether modesty was necessary as I sat up; my phone was back in my room.

“Your phone is next to you on the nightstand.”

I was relieved and creeped out because I knew I hadn’t brought my phone up here. I jogged to the bathroom – Sue wasn’t there. I saw an unread text that I figured was from the kids and felt horrible. It was from my ex and it said, “sure grate were having fun.” That made no sense until I scrolled back. Apparently, I had texted him and asked if he could watch them one more night. I wrapped a towel around myself and scowled at Matt.

“I hope you don’t mind.”

I didn’t know how to answer, so I asked where Sue was.

“I can’t make you spend the night tonight, but I really enjoyed you. Would you like to fuck again before our shower, during or after?” he asked as he dropped his drawers – he was going commando.

“During,” I stuttered. I got the water going. I didn’t want to know where Sue was anymore.

~~~

Most of my clothes had been moved to Matt’s room. Some of Sue’s were there as well. He was watching me as I chose and dressed. One of Sue’s prettier dresses caught my eye, with capped, draping sleeves and a floral print. I was tempted to go braless but I had an unlined one that worked well. I was surprised that she had such a sexy pair of blush-colored sandals and they suited the dress. I don't know if I was dressing for him or me but I was happy when he told me I looked nice.

We were a couple, if I didn't overthink it. We walked off a big breakfast wandering through the casino. Matt was cheering on my winning streak at the slots when a woman blindsided me with a bear hug from behind.

“Chloe! There you are!” I broke the hug to see who it was and her smile dropped when she saw my face. “Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought you were my sister.”

She was a young woman with a cute pixie cut and eye makeup that was a little on the heavy side. I assured her it was okay but had a feeling that I knew her from somewhere.

“Sue?”

“I could have sworn you were my sister and brother-in-law. Is this your husband? Hm. Too bad.” She got closer and added, “Pretty dress. You should get rid of the bra.” She smiled over her shoulder as she swung her leather-covered butt into the crowd – her high-waisted, beige-brown leather-covered butt with a long-sleeved white crop top and burgundy booties.

“She’s wearing my clothes,” I muttered to myself.

“Well, that was awkward.”

I glared at Matt. Sure, I was wearing Sue’s clothes, but still …

“Let's go. I don't want to wait in line,” he stated.

I relaxed and figured that would be best – another day with a slight wine buzz with this attentive man all to myself. I hoped Sue got at least half as lucky.

Some different wineries had tables on the second day, so we started with them. We were about to be next when an insistent finger jab-jab-jabbed my shoulder. “Hey, hey. My sister bailed on me. I’m gonna tag along with you. Step up, we’re next.” Matt just backed away as Sue took his place.

I must have agreed – it happened so fast. She slid her arm into mine, gave me a peck on the cheek, and sent Matt to get us some cheese and grapes. “The grapes are for you. You look like you like grapes.” The only thing more surprising than Sue’s assertiveness was Matt’s submissiveness.

I liked this side of her and we talked and talked about everything while Matt dissolved into the background. If I hadn’t known better, which I did later, I’d have sworn she was flirting with me. And it’s not like I knew that I was doing it but I flirted back.

When the session was over, Sue dragged me by the hand to the casino pub. Matt followed but at a distance. “You like bourbon? You’ll like this one.” She ordered two shots and two mugs of beer and told the bartender that Matt was paying. “And some nachos!”

Matt stayed at the bar with his back toward us. We sipped our shots – she made sure I knew to do that – and she put her hand on my thigh. “You ever kiss a girl? I’m bettin’ not.” I didn’t have a chance to answer before she said, “Kiss me.” I looked at her I-dare-you-smile and gave her a quick peck. “C’mon, I said a kiss!” I pressed my lips to hers for less than a second. “Nice. Longer.” I did. “Longer.” I did. Before I knew what I was doing, we were making out in a crowded bar.

I told her that we had to get to the next tasting session and she shrugged me off. “I got something else going on.”

Maybe inside my head, I knew what my role was supposed to be but my hand still surprised me when I handed her my keycard – or her card or his, I didn't know anymore. “Come be with me tonight.”

“What about him? I’m not interested in dick.”

“He’s a sound sleeper.”

~~~

Sue wasn’t out of sight before Matt told me to hurry or we’d be late for the next session. I was trotting behind him in no time. I was confused about Sue, about why Matt all but disappeared but glad that he was acting like old times, like he was on the day we met: yesterday. All evening he had me constantly refreshing my lipstick and I found out why he was, right before a late dinner. He smuggled me into the men's room for an all-tongue-tight-lip blow job. I was rather proud of the perfect, un-smudged ring I left around its base.

Once we were in our room, our room, I applied an extra layer of lipstick, only slightly upset that Sue hadn’t left me something slinky. If she showed up, I was going to stake my claim and wish her a good night’s sleep anywhere else. When I emerged, though, I found him in his pajamas, tops and bottoms, flipping through the sports channels. I crawled across with unsavory intentions, which were tossed aside along with the remote.

“Rain check for the morning. I’m beat,” was all he said before rolling away from me. I didn't know what to do, insist that he fuck me, maybe remind him of all the time I had invested in our relationship? I've been rejected before but never on the second date with my panties down and the taste of his cum still in my mouth.

He was out, asleep already, or so it appeared. I sat in the glow of the muted TV with a lump in my throat. I’d have gone to my room, except I didn’t have my key. Then Sue let herself in.

“Am I early? This is weird,” she whispered.

I didn’t even try to lower my voice. “Weird? What’s weird is that you’re sneaking into your own room wearing the clothes that I was wearing when I was the one sneaking in last night!”

“I thought I looked good.”

She did. “That’s not the point! The point is, what do you want?” I demanded.

“I want you to kiss me.” She stripped my camisole off from her body and cautiously yet purposefully approached me. She put her hands on my hips with our tits a quarter-inch and a T-shirt apart and said, “I won’t say please. One kiss, then I’ll leave if you want.”

I knew where that one kiss had led earlier and I was afraid of where it would lead now but I did it. I kissed her.

“Longer.”

That did it. We mashed our lips and tongues together, stopping only long enough for her to claw my T-shirt from my back.

“No panties,” she huffed. “Were you planning something naughty for me?”

“No, I was planning something for the dick until you ruined it.” That was enough conversation for me and I took my skirt back from her and slung it to the floor. Kissing Sue in the bar was something I never thought I’d like but kissing her with my stiff nipples rubbing on her naked chest, and hers on mine, was even better.

Matt bounced when she pushed me onto the bed but he wouldn’t stir at all. She climbed between my legs and we humped our wet sexes together. Feeling another’s thighs between mine without a stiff dick there was strange – I felt empty, my pussy felt empty – but that was okay, I told myself.

Then she rolled to my side, made my pussy a little less empty, and started sucking on my tit. Oh my god, there were so many tits, one of mine colliding with her two while her mouth took in as much as she could, wicking my nipple in against her wiggling, waggling tongue. I didn’t know what to do or what not to do so I just lay there and took it.

Maybe she had had enough of my moaning ‘cause she shifted up and pointed a tit at my lips. “Suck it. I like it rough.” I was hesitant, tentative at first. I licked her nipple with tiny little licks and sucked it with tiny little sucks. “I said suck it!” she yelled and twisted my nipple hard. I screamed into her breast because she wouldn’t let me go and I suckled her like I wanted it to hurt. “Oh, yeah, now you got it.” The more she encouraged me, the more I liked it. When she pulled away, I giggled at the red ring I had drawn around her areola. It seemed we hadn’t kissed away all of the extra lipstick I had planned for Matt’s dick.

Sue kissed my chin, then under my chin, my neck... “I am going…” my breastbone, my belly, my belly button... “to give you…” inside one thigh, then the other... “a real treat.” She made sure that I saw her with her tongue sticking out before lapping me from under my pussy, between my lips, over my clit (where she lingered), and up to my navel. “Did you like that?”

I whimpered something that meant, “yes.” And then she ate me.

Men had gone down on me before. I’ve never not enjoyed myself whenever there was a tongue in my twat but until that moment, I had never been eaten. That damn pixie hairdo was too short to grab so all I could do was hang onto the sheets and lift my hips for her. It wasn’t long before I flew apart and my God, how could Matt be sleeping through that? I finished but Sue didn’t – so I didn’t either. Round Two was more intense because we started out right where we left off a few seconds before.

She found the whole thing amusing and kissed her way back up. I panicked. She was going to kiss me with my own juices. I never let my ex do that – I never let anyone do that but I had a feeling there wasn’t going to be a debate. She saw the fear in my eyes and my pursed lips, I’m sure.

“We’re going to kiss now, and we’re sure as hell going to kiss after you do me.”

I opened my mouth for her while my mind reeled at what she said. I tasted like arousal, so that wasn’t bad at all or even unexpected, I guess. Then she skootched up to the headboard and spread her knees for me. “You know you want to,” she said. “Do it.”

I did and I did it. Once I set aside my nervousness, I licked her like I liked to be licked, the way she licked me. Her moans made me proud of my amateurish efforts, which I redoubled until she screamed, “Oh, gawd, yes, I want to have your babies!” I found that odd but took it as a compliment.

Sue moved me to the middle and we held hands after kissing for a while. She pulled the sheets and blankets up. “I need to rest, just for a minute,” she said. My head was still spinning when she fell asleep – really asleep. I wondered if Matt was sleeping. I wondered if I should offer myself to him. I wondered if I should go pee, what they’d have for breakfast, if I was bi, what the weather was going to be…

~~~

I woke up with Sue wearing Matt’s pajama top, sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed holding a cup of coffee. “For you,” she said.

Matt was by the window wearing his bottoms. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Aren’t you the sound sleeper?”

I was about to sit up but realized I was still naked. Sue pointed at my tee and I quickly slipped it on. The coffee was delicious and at the perfect drinking temperature. My suitcase was there, apparently packed, and the outfit I wore when I first came here was laid out. The panties weren’t mine but I wasn’t going to say anything.

“We know you can’t stay another night,” Matt said, “but we hope you can stick around a little while this morning.”

“Yes, we’d like to thank you for playing with us.” She unbuttoned her top, one excruciatingly slow button at a time. Then in a well-choreographed movement, they drew the sheets down and pulled my feet as far apart as they could go. Then they kissed my legs all the way up and did what I was hoping they would do. They took turns licking and nibbling, stopping now and then to kiss each other. Their fingers were so different as were their tongues and touches.

Sue stripped off her top and traded my coffee for a kiss. Matt dropped his pants and Sue spit on that beautiful dick of his and sucked on it, which was totally unnecessary but I liked watching her do it. I liked watching him slide it into me too and shivered as she sucked on my clit when he reached his hilt.

He was in no hurry as he methodically maneuvered his manhood in and around and out of my muff. Sue lifted one leg onto his shoulder and guided his face to her cunt. She threw back her head and moaned, then I threw my head back and moaned, and she looked over her shoulder to laugh at me because she was the one who would get to take him home later.

I bucked my hips to get him to go faster and Sue climbed down to watch up close. I had no reason to hold back and squealed when I came, remembering how special a morning orgasm is. Matt picked up the pace, obviously not caring how sensitive I was, until he too threw back his head, thrusting and pumping.

The second he withdrew from my snatch, his dick was in her mouth. She cleaned him off and slurped away the last few dribbles, then turned her attention back to me. “Give it up, Kelly-girl, give it all up.” She used her fingers and tongue and lips to get every drop of Matt out of me. That was hot enough, but when she gave me a wink and showed me her prize, Matt dove in to clean up what she missed. And as if that wasn’t hot enough, they started making out, swapping his cum back and forth with white sticky strings stretched between them. What kind of freak was I that I felt left out of that?

We fucked all morning. They took turns going down on me with ice wine in Matt’s mouth and coffee in Sue’s. We finished in the shower and leisurely bathed and dressed each other afterward. Keeping with true Matt-and-Sue weirdness, we said our goodbyes talking about wine and cheese pairings and not about, well, pairings.

I drove home on the interstate barefoot, humming along with whatever came on the radio, planning to donate my plaid skirt when I got home.