Some Threesomes are Great Ch. 02

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Those of you who have read the last chapter of the saga of Bob and Sara (Some Threesomes are Great) will remember that Bob met up with Marlo, an African American girl and they fell in love and were married. (If you haven’t read it I would strongly recommend you do before this) After a year they had a son, John, and things seemed to be going along just fine. As Marlo tells it…

Well, I won’t say the first couple of years of married life have been all peaches and cream. The racial differences seemed to raise their head a lot and at many of the most unexpected times. While it bothered the hell out of me it for what little Johnny had to face, it tore me apart seeing what it was doing to Bob. Our little boy Johnny was getting a bunch of crap from the other kids his age and he was just past two. He didn’t know what it was all about but was upset because the kids he had played with up to then were being yanked away by their parents whenever they met in the playground. He came over to me in the playground in tears one afternoon and when I asked what he was crying about all he could mumble through his tears was, “They called me a half-breed. What does that mean Mommy?”

I choked up so bad I wanted to go over and tear the throat out of the mother of the kid that said it:

“It means that you are a lot smarter than them and they are upset about it.” That seemed to please him for then.

Things went along pretty much that way for the next year or so and we finally found a partial solution. We invited kids from the families Bob works with to join us at the nearby park for barbecues and games. There must have been a group of more than twenty would show up on any particular Saturday afternoon and the barbecues and games went great.

A few weeks into it and I saw John drift over to the kids whose parents had acted as if he had the plague and ask them to come over and join his ‘other friends.’ The kids fell over themselves to be part of the crowd and their parents, not wanting to deprive them of the fun, sat there and fumed. Big hearted that I am, I walked over to one mother who seemed to be the spokeswoman of the group and said,

“It looks as if your bigotry doesn’t extend down to the level of the children. You really have a choice whether or not it ever does. Why don’t you put all of that nonsense behind you and come over and have a hot dog, burger, beer or whatever you and your friends would like and perhaps pitch some horseshoes?”

She just stared at me without saying a word so I turned to the other mothers who were there in the park and offered them the same. No one moved a muscle. Until, a little red headed fellow ran back to his mom and grabbed her by the hand and damn near dragged her over to our area of the park yelling, “Mom, you have to meet Johnny’s father. He’s nice”

That did it. Those mothers came over one by one and I went into my hostess mode and it wasn’t but a few minutes before there was laughter all around. Bob and I looked at each other and both of us had tears in our eyes.

The next few months went along perfectly. Bob and I decided I would take a couple of years off before returning to the workforce and dedicate myself into raising John. I was able to get a work-at-home deal in my field that only required me to be either on the phone or my computer at the most two hours a day. It was perfect and I timed it for when Johnny took his nap. We didn’t need the money but it kept me up in my field and provided me with an avenue of getting back in full time when I was ready for that.

John and I made up quite a team against Bob. He would get the biggest kick when he came home from work and could see that we were conspiring something; usually it revolved around where we were going to go and eat that night. Bob would play the game by stating that he thought he would just get undressed and get to bed early that night. Johnny would look at me with his eyes wide open pleading for me to do or say something and then Bob would act as if he had changed his mind and would say.

“That is unless John and you would like to go out someplace.”

Johnny’s eyes would light up and he would blurt out “Can we go to Mickey Dee’s?”

Bob and I were doing our best on the next-baby front without any success. Our family doctor advised that we slow down a little and try and time our next intercourse with the time they had calculated my egg would be dropping. We did that for two months and viola … It worked; we were going to have another child. After hearing the news from the obstetrician I was all over Bob when he came home that night. When I got through plastering kisses all over him I pushed back and he said,

“Well, you know who we have to tell next don’t you?”

“Yep, I know and it’s not my Mom and Dad. It’s our little man.” He simply nodded and smiled.

“Johnny, would you please come here a minute?” Bob yelled.

He wandered at his own slow pace into the kitchen and I picked him up and plopped him on the table fake agents porno sitting him between Bob and I.

“Hey Superman (his comic book character of the month), we have a surprise for you.”

“What. Did you buy me something?”

“Nope, something a lot better. Your Mom is going to have another baby.”

Quick as a flash he said, “Well, we want a sister or we don’t want anything.”

Bob and I laughed and I told him we would be happy whatever it was and he asked if he could get down from the table and go back to watching the TV show he was watching. So much for his excitement.

The announcement at my parents went over like gangbusters. We invited them to dinner at their favorite local Italian restaurant and drove up and met them there. We had called ahead and had the owner, with whom we had become good friends, give us one of his corner tables. We made sure we were there about five minutes late and when we went in my parents were already seated. Bob and I had discussed just how we were going to go about making the announcement and had it worked out pretty well.

We were about twenty feet from the table and Johnny made a B line for his grandparents yelling at the top of his lungs, “Mommy’s going to have a baby and it’s going to be a girl.” The whole restaurant gave us a big round of applause. I was forced to take a theatrical bow for my audience and Bob broke up laughing.

Well needless to say John and Mabel were thrilled and the whole dinner conversation was consumed with it. Ah well, I am their only child and therefore their only chance to have grandkids.

Things went along well for the next several weeks and Bob came home one night and announced we were going to Paris. Sara, our best friend in the world deserved to hear the news and not over a telephone.

I was thrilled but then gave a ton of thought as to the wisdom of bringing little Johnny with us. Hmmm, he is way too young to understand and appreciate what he would be seeing and with him needing to get to bed early it would cramp our vacation sightseeing. …. Hello Mom and Dad!!!

I made the phone call and asked if they would be able and willing to baby sit him for a week. It was her mother I was talking to and the answer I got was “Oh sure, you don’t have to hurry home. We’ll take good care of him.”

I’ll bet. The boy will be spoiled rotten when we get back.

We had a terrible time leaving them at the airport. I had gotten him a big stuffed rabbit and he was holding on to it as tight as he could. He looked up at us as we were walking into the jet way and just gave a little wave and then ran over to play with another little boy he had met in the waiting room. That was all I had to see. My tears flowed like a river and it was all Bob could do to quieten me down.

“He won’t even miss us” were the words I think I was saying through my sobs and tears.

It was a night flight and we had the window and aisle seats so I threw up the armrest between the seats and cuddled as close to him as I could get. Knowing we would get chilled as sleep overcame us he rang for the flight attendant and asked for a blanket.

We watched a movie and had a couple of glasses of wine and then snuggled down for the night; or so he thought. I had spread the blanket over his lap and up over my shoulders and all of a sudden he felt my hand unzipping his pants and then digging in to take out his cock. I looked up at him and just smiled.

Over the past couple of years I had learned exactly how to get him going with my hand. I would trace the veins in his shaft with my fingernails and then moisten my fingertips with some precum and then roll those fingers round and round the head of his cock. This time I was only using one hand so I wasn’t able to reach in and grab his balls for a light massage but I raised my head and give him a long warm kiss while my fingers were doing their magic.

He whispered, “Honey, I am about to shoot a tremendous load. Do you have a towel or something to catch it in?”

Another smile as I lifted the blanket and lowered my head beneath it and soon had a good chunk of his cock buried in my mouth. That did it. The towel he was asking about was my mouth and a warm mouth it was. God, the thoughts of what we were doing and where we were doing it made the excitement even greater. At one time he must have heard me gulp a little as he shot stream after stream down my throat. He was almost getting ahead of my ability to swallow the load he was throwing at me.

A minute or so later I raised my head and had a huge smile with a very innocent ‘who me’ look plastered all over my face.

God, I love this man.

We both fell asleep shortly thereafter and were awakened in the morning with the announcement over the intercom that they would be serving coffee and croissants and we would be landing in forty-five minutes. It was at Charles de Gaulle airport and Sara was waiting just outside of customs waiting fake angets porno for us. I thought the hugs and kisses would never end between all of us.

“Where’s Johnny?” she asked.

Bob answered with, “Sis, we thought it best to let him stay with his grandparents for this trip. Maybe next time.”

“Oh shit, I was counting on see him again. I have bought him a ton of stuff. Ah well, you can take it home with you and I’ll phone him about it.”

The cab ride to her apartment was fantastic. We went past many of the world famous tourist sights of Paris and were ooohing and ahhing at all of them. Bob promised we would go and see them up close during our trip.

Sara’s apartment apparently is like most of them in Paris … small. It is one bedroom and she had furnished it with a futon in the living room as a combo sofa and guest bed. It looked as if any of our sexual romps would be done on Sara’s queen size.

We had barely brought our luggage into the place and pushed the cases to one side when I looked as saw that Sara was stripping for action.

“Damn, I’ve waited for this for so long I am ready to burst.” She said breathlessly.

“Well, Sis, you are going to have to wait a bit longer. I don’t know about Marlo but I’m going to hit the shower first.”

I seconded the motion.

When we came out and into her bedroom I had almost forgotten what a lovely body she had. We were close in the size of our breasts but I believe she has me beat with her tiny waist. Either way she came rushing into my arms and planted a huge kiss on me that I readily returned.

“Bob, I am going to get on my hand and knees with Marlo positioning her pussy under my mouth and I am dying to feel that monster cock of yours buried in my pussy while I am pleasuring your wife.”

It took us all of a minute to assume the position and the action began. Sara had performed orally on me during our honeymoon so I knew what to expect but I had forgotten just how tender she could be. She found my clit with her tongue in a few seconds and then spent the next few minutes sliding her tongue first up one side of it and then down the other. While her tongue was doing its magic she had a couple of fingers deep inside of my pussy and when she separated her fingers and twirled them around I lost it. My orgasm was huge and I had moved my hands up to the back of her head and was pulling it as hard to me as I could. She stayed right there and lapped up every drop of my juices.

While she was taking care of my pussy Bob was holding her hips and pulling them back to him as hard as he was driving his cock into her. She had her face lying against my stomach with her hands up fondling my breasts and she would grunt with each of his forward thrusts. I let my fingers comb through her hair and then all of a sudden I felt her stiffen and her moans were turning into shrieks. She was going over the top. Bob kept up his thrusting but harder than ever. When she felt she was through she pulled away from him and turned and took his cock in her mouth. While she was doing that I moved in and began licking up the juices running out of her pussy. She pulled her mouth off Bob to moan,

“Oh God, that feels terrific.” She put her mouth back exactly where it was and a good thing she did because Bob exploded and was soon filling her mouth.

Bob let himself slide down on the bed and we all just lay there coming down from our orgasmic highs.

“Damn, I knew I was missing you guys but I had forgotten just how much.” Sara blurted out.

It really was wonderful. The mingling of different skin colors without a single word being said about it was heartwarming. I am just sick that Johnny will have to experience the bigotry I have lived with my whole life and I can say first hand ‘it ain’t fun’. Ah well, we are here to enjoy and not think about things like that.

Bob spoke up first, “Well, Sis, we have some news for you.”

Sara, quick as a wink, asked, “So when are you due Mar?” (She had taken to shortening my name during our honeymoon)

“Darn you. We thought it would be a big surprise and here you knew about it. What did you do … talk to my parents?” I laughed.

“Nah, but one look at you and I could see there was something different. I just took a wild ass guess. So, when is the big day?”

“I’m only two months along so we have a full seven to go.” I answered.

“Johnny wants a sister or nothing.” Bob jumped in with and we all chuckled. “Well guys, you aren’t the only ones with news.”

Bob sat up in the bed and said,

“I’ll choke you if you tell me your pregnant. Disease being as prevalent as it is we promised each other we would never have sex with anyone else without telling the other one. It is even more important now that I have Marlo. Sis, please don’t tell me that is your news.”

“Oh come off your high horse Bro. That’s not it at all but you’re close. I have found someone in whom I am interested fake cop porno and I am going to introduce you to him on this trip. If he passes your muster I might let him take me to bed.”

“Wow, is he in for a treat.” Bob replied. “I’m going to be anxious to meet a guy who can get your interest.”

“OK, now tell me the main thing. How is my little big man doing? God, I wish you had brought him with you.”

Bob jumped in with, “Hey, while it is great lying here with you two beauties, I think we can have some of these conversations while we are touring some of the sights we are interested in. Sis, do you have our trip planned for us?”

“Do I have it planned for you? I will have your legs walked off before you are ready to fly home.” Sara answered.

With that we raced for the shower and I dug out the clothes we would be wearing. We were soon in front of her apartment and walking to the Metro for a subway to some of the scenic highlights in store for us.

Montmarte was going to be our first stopover. Sara mentioned that it is known worldwide for its sex shops and just sort of seedy appearance. The windows of the sex shops that line some of the streets are something else again with their graphic display of all kinds of sex toys. I whispered to Sara that I thought it would be great fun to embarrass Bob and she just raised her eyebrows quizzically. I waited until we got near a crowd of tourists and went up to the window of one of the sex shops that was displaying all kinds of sexual erotica. I then started to act like I was getting all excited while pointing out some of the things in the window. I was raising my eyebrows, rolling my eyes and giggling and throwing in a few “WOWS” when I felt him grab me by the arm and pull me away. I threw my arms around his neck and started kissing his cheek and ear and acting as sluttish as I could while making sure that I was positioned so the tourists could see what I was doing. I never saw his face so red. He was stammering and stuttering and couldn’t get anything out. We kept walking with me climbing all over him until we got around the corner and then I went into missionary mode… calm, quiet and reserved. He could have killed me but he and Sara were laughing so hard they had to lean against a building with tears streaming down their cheeks. For the rest of the trip all I had to do to get him smiling was to raise my eyebrows and roll my eyes. He remembered me in my trollop act and didn’t want to suffer that embarrassment again. Damn, I do love this guy. Sara was laughing as hard as we were and promised to try the same thing with her new found beau to see if he had the same sense of humor.

Dinner that night was going to be at one of Paris’s world famous culinary shrines but it looked as if we weren’t going to make the reservation time so Sara called and rescheduled for the next night. Instead we were going to take a cruise on one of the boats going up and down the Seine while the guide on the intercom system tells the tourists what they are seeing.

That night the boat had a very small crowd and we almost had the top deck to ourselves. That deck has half of the seats in a cabin-like thing with the rest of them outside. There were two other couples on that top deck but they had chosen the inside seating so we went outside. Half way through the cruise Bob pushed me against the back of one of the seats and the next thing I knew was feeling something pushing against my groin. Damn, he had taken his cock out and was pushing it against me. He turned me around and pulled my slacks and panties down to my thighs and then had his cock all the way in me.

Sara took one look at what was going on and simply said,

“I’m next,” and then walked over next to us to sort of block us from anyone else’s view in case they came outside of the upper cabin.

Sara then worked her way between me and the seat I was leaning against and planted her lips on mine for one hell of a kiss. All during this time Bob was ramming that pole in and out of me and he finally worked his hands around and under my jacket and up under my bra. As soon as he hit my nipples I almost flipped.

“God, Bob, I’m going to cum.” I whispered over my shoulder at him.

“Then cum damnit. That’s what this is all about.” He laughed

My orgasm was unbelievable. Once again I think it was the excitement of doing something like this in what would normally be considered a forbidden place that made it so thrilling. Sara could feel me cumming and kissed me all the harder. Bob was still not finished and I said to Sara,

“Let’s switch.”

I pushed my ass back and that threw him off me and Sara turned and slipped between him and I and soon had taken my place.

“Well, well, well,” we heard from Bob. “So, it takes two of you to get me off.”

I couldn’t let that go without saying something smart-ass like,

“Yeah, at your age you take a lot of care and feeding.”

With that he started driving his hard cock into Sara for all he was worth. This time the moans were coming out of him rather than either Sara or me.

“That’s it gals. I am going to fill your pussy honey.”

He was then driving it slow but hard and had his arms around Sara’s waist pulling her back to him as he shot his load deep inside of her.

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