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When writing an erotic story, one problem I’ve always had is typing “The End,” which seems impossible for me. Writer’s block is seldom a problem, but writer’s diarrhea is when the words won’t stop pouring out of my keyboard.

I’m currently polishing The Mechanic and attempting to get it kicked out the door, as I’ve been working on three others somewhat concurrently and need to publish something.

My fictional Foxy has her share of demons that she is wrestling with and can’t seem to put them to bed. In the last few novels, she’s had to overcome several issues, culminating in The Death of Innocence, in which she had to shoot a bad guy to protect a school full of innocent children. Foxy has always lived in a fantasy world, free of violence and suffering, protected from the real world by her husband, Larry.

In an instant, she went from deciding which miniskirt to wear to watching the smoke curl from the barrel of her 12-gauge Mossberg 500 tactical pump shotgun as one of the would-be killers lay on the ground with most of his midsection missing and sprayed against the wall of the school.

Reality has been terrifying for Foxy, and she can’t seem to find the door to her old life, where the only pain was when she beat one of her slaves for not licking her boots clean enough. As hard as she tries, the safety of her fantasy world remains just out of reach.

Foxy and I are swingers in real life, and my stories generally emulate the things we’ve seen and done up until The House Party series, where I decided to let wifey off her chain and see where it led. In the lifestyle, there are several unwritten rules we generally observe. And, no, I won’t cum in your mouth is not one of them.

Swinging involves sex and not love, which allows couples to play outside of marriage without harming the relationship. Divorce among swingers is almost non-existent, which straights often find difficult to understand. Fucking some guy’s wife is okay, but giving her a foot massage will throw you into the doghouse.

In House Party, I decided to turn Foxy into the slut-du-jour, which, by the way, has pissed the real Foxy off, but it’s been a lot of fun seeing where she’d go when off the leash. Sometimes I think she got mad because I exposed her true self.

In the first book of the House Party series, Foxy runs off with a movie producer to L.A., where she discovers that his studio produces pornographic movies. As an amateur actress away from her husband, she quickly slid down a slippery slope to become an AVN award winner. She loves the fact that people are paying money to watch her have sex.

Larry was pulling his hair out, trying to watch over his wife without intruding. Foxy found it easy to ignore the subtle hints, like drones flying over the house where she lived with other porn actresses and the group of mercenary-looking types that bought a house down the street, who didn’t look like they could afford the neighborhood.

While Foxy was out of town, Larry discovered how easy it was to accumulate girlfriends as a side hustle. Their long-time live-in, Chrissy, stayed at Larry’s side since she didn’t approve of the curly-headed brunette’s poor choices in her new love life.

First, there was Sherry, the tall, large-busted blonde who had shown up just before Foxy became a runaway bride. Foxy was happy leaving Larry in her hands, as Sherry was blonde with big tits, so there was nothing to worry about. In fact, Foxy had made Sherry promise to take good care of her husband, a choice she didn’t make lightly, especially with girls like Heather around. Heather was a six-foot-two college student who became a stripper to pay for college when her parents were killed. Heather was a taller, younger clone of Foxy with an equal lack of morals and frightened Foxy to no end.

Then there were the MILFs who showed up in The Perfect Wife to entertain him. Larry has always had an affinity for married women whose husbands needed help with their homework. Larry had always assumed some irate husband would shoot him while in the saddle.

Then along came The Shrink, where Foxy tried to get professional help with her demons, but discovered her new psychologist was gorgeous and had an equally impressive administrative assistant. On one visit, as she was hanging her dress on the coat rack outside his office, it dawned on Foxy that she was paying him to fuck her. Initially pissed, Foxy quickly forgot as she saw his sexy body waiting for her on the couch.

Now we come to The Mechanic, as Foxy discovers that her mechanic is a twenty-five-year-old woman, naïve in the ways of love but eager to learn. Add in the older MILF Lauren from Lisabet Sarai’s The Slut Does Vegas, from the Vegas Babes series, and you have a combination that can’t be beat.

As a treat, I’ve appended chapter 14 from The Mechanic as a teaser. It contains explicit language and some dirty words, so be forewarned. It’s also a little long at a little over 6,000 words.

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X-Rated Excerpt from The Mechanic (Chapter 14)

“Larry, are you awake?” Foxy softly asked.

“What? Oh, yeah, I’m just lying here trying to convince myself to get up and make coffee,” Larry answered with a sleepy voice. “Did you need something?”

“Don’t get mad, but I’m thinking about taking a road trip,” Foxy said as she snuggled up to him.

“Road trip? Where to and why?” Larry answered, confused.

“I want to get to know Rhonda better and would like to spend some alone time with her,” Foxy said. “You remember that resort we spent the week at last year, in Arizona, next to the mountains. Well, I was thinking about taking Rhonda there. You know she’s special to me, and I’d like to figure out how special.”

“Why don’t you just stay here?” Larry asked as he tried to figure out what was going on with his wife. “I can take the girls out to our house at Kings Ridge if you want to be alone with her.”

“No, please, Larry. Don’t make this bigger than it is,” Foxy replied. “I need to get my head together, and Rhonda doesn’t have any baggage. I need company, and she won’t try to pressure me and doesn’t know much about our life or past issues.”

“I can come with you, if you’d like,” Larry responded.

“No,” Foxy said. “Don’t read too much into this. I’m doing this for us, as I’m well aware of the problems I’ve caused between us. You know that I’ve been conflicted after running off to California and becoming a porn star. Then we got involved in stopping the school shooting, and I can’t get over killing the domestic terrorist, as the news calls them. When you got shot stopping those wack jobs, I was terrified that I was going to lose you and knew it was partially my fault. My world was falling apart, and I didn’t know what to do. I tried to see the shrink but ended up fucking him and his assistant. It seemed like no matter what I tried, it went wrong and usually ended up with me in bed with someone. I love you with all my heart, Larry, and didn’t want to hurt you. But it seemed like everything was going to hell in a handbasket. Now, you’ve got Heather, and that terrifies me. She’s not one of us and is so young and beautiful.”

Larry held his wife as she sobbed quietly while her new girlfriend slept alongside them. Finally, Larry said, “Sweetie, please believe me. Heather is just a close friend and isn’t a threat to you. I’ve always treated her like we treat all our unicorns, nothing more, nothing less. If you think it’ll help you, take Rhonda and get away. Why don’t you take the Mustang convertible, as it’ll be more comfortable on a road trip than your Mercedes?”

“Okay,” Foxy sniffled. “Maybe a week or so, but I’ll let you know where we end up.”

“Would you mind if I gave you a satellite phone and an emergency clicker just in case?” Larry asked. “But I promise not to monitor you.”

“I know,” Foxy said. “You’ve always been nothing but good to me, and the contact stuff would be nice. Thank you for the offer of the Mustang. I’ve always liked that car.”

“When do you want to leave?” Larry asked.

“This morning, after Rhonda wakes up. We don’t need much in the way of clothes, as it’s pretty laid back,” Foxy said and tenderly kissed Larry. “Thank you for understanding, and I want you to spend time with Heather while I’m gone. I want to spend time with her when we get back.”

“Okay, I don’t mind you going off with Rhonda, but worry about you on the road,” Larry said. “You know how bad you are with maps and directions.”

“It has a GPS, and my iPhone has a map program. We’ll be fine,” Foxy assured him. “Go get your coffee while I wake up Rhonda.”

Foxy watched as Larry made a quick stop in the bathroom and then stopped to kiss her before going to the kitchen. Rolling over, Foxy looked at her new lover. Rhonda’s boobs were so firm that Foxy just had to suck her nipple and lightly chew on the nub.

“Morning,” Rhonda said. “That’s a nice way to wake up.”

“Where’s everybody?” Rhonda asked as she looked around the empty bedroom. “Did I miss something?”

“Ingrid and April are in another bedroom,” Foxy replied. “They wanted some alone time, and Larry’s making coffee. Chrissy does early morning yoga on the patio. Would you like to take a road trip for a week or so?”

“Road trip, where?” Rhonda asked as she tried to clear the fog of sleep after a night of nonstop sex.

“Arizona, or more precisely, an exclusive resort out by the mountains,” Foxy answered with a smile as she remembered the last time they were there. “Just the two of us. It’ll be fun.”

“And, we’ll be alone,” Rhona asked as they kissed.

“All alone. You’ll love it,” Foxy said as she slid out of bed and walked to the bedroom. Slowly, Rhonda followed her big-haired lover to the bathroom and looked at the damage done to her hair as Foxy finished on the toilet.

“Your turn,” Foxy giggled as she walked into the walk-in closet. “I’ll grab us some clothes,” Rhonda heard from the closet.

“And underwear,” Rhonda added.

“I was thinking about that and decided on a commando trip,” Foxy’s voice came from the closet along with the sound of coat hangers banging together.

Rhonda frantically rubbed her pussy and clit as she thought about a week without any underwear. She was getting used to not wearing a bra, since Foxy detested them, but all of her new clothes were so short that she showed her ass most of the time. That means anytime I don’t have a dress on, I’ll be completely naked, Rhonda thought. The image in her mind of running around buck naked both excited and terrified her at the same time. What does Foxy have in store for me? Rhonda asked herself as the familiar jerking began in her legs.

I can’t be masturbating while I’m on the toilet, Rhonda told herself, but couldn’t stop from plunging two fingers deep inside her sore pussy. After Larry had fucked her last night, she was still sensitive from taking his big cock. The sensation of his cock head slamming into her cervix was a new thrill for her, and she’d loved every moment even though she was paying for it this morning.

“Get your fingers out of your cunt. That’s my job,” Foxy told her from the closet opening as she squeezed her own breast and twisted her nipple. The brunette’s eyes were already half closed, and her plump lips were wet from her tongue as she rode the lightning.

Automatically, Rhonda pulled her wet fingers out and looked at Foxy while sucking them clean. She knew Foxy was kidding her and didn’t mind her masturbating, but it was a little embarrassing to get caught with her fingers in her pie. After being with Foxy, she had quickly picked up the habit of cleaning love juice off her fingers and not letting any go to waste.

“No time to be screwing around,” Foxy reminded her. “Let’s finish packing and hit the road before the heat of midday.”

Foxy rolled out a suitcase and began packing a toiletries bag. “I got what we need for two weeks, let’s blow this popsicle stand. Here, put this on.” Then Foxy handed her a mini-shift, which drifted down easily to barely cover her privates.

“So I can’t wear any underwear while we’re gone?” Rhonda asked as the wetness began to spread.

Foxy laughed and replied, “Go tell Larry goodbye and meet me downstairs in the parking garage.”

Carefully straightening the hem of her short skirt, Rhonda made sure she looked nice for Larry. It was getting easier to run about half naked to satisfy Foxy’s urges, but the warnings her mother had drilled into her about not being a slut still called out from the back of her mind. The big thing was dealing with the money. She had grown up in a middle-class blue-collar family, and while they were never poor, this was on a whole different level. Foxy had bought her a new wardrobe, and the prices at Yvette’s made her eyes water. When she made an offhand comment about the bill, Larry just shook his head and quipped, “Arm candy is never cheap, and I’ve accepted the fact my wife is high maintenance.”

Rhonda knew that her affair with Foxy was simply a fling, and her big-haired lover would be off the next time she saw a short skirt that interested her. Still, this has been one of the most fun and exciting times she’s ever had. Rhonda was determined to make the best of it while it lasted.

She had struggled with her sexual orientation and couldn’t decide if she was gay or straight. Bisexuality was the one option that never occurred to her. Plus, she’d never had a lover like Larry and his big cock. Seeing how Foxy played for both teams encouraged her to straddle the line and enjoy the benefits of both.

Her pussy was starting to buzz, and she needed to quit thinking about sex and meet Foxy in the car. It seemed that nowadays she was always wet and ready. Last night, she’d made Larry dry fuck her, as Foxy calls it. His erect penis entering her not-quite-ready sex was an experience she’d remember forever. Larry was a patient lover, and even though she urged him to plunge deep into her love tunnel, he’d been careful to keep her right at the edge of pain while preparing her cunt for his dick. The instant the head of his fat cock slammed into her cervix made her cry out, and her orgasm took over her mind.

Feeling his spunk fill her needy hole caused a warm glow to cover her entire body. Larry liked to leave his dick deep in a girl’s pussy for a few minutes after climaxing, and Rhonda made the most of every minute.

Then, finally opening her eyes, she saw Foxy above her staring at her face. Rhonda realized that Larry’s wife had watched as her husband fucked Rhonda’s brains out. Initially embarrassed, Foxy’s warm lips on hers erased her fears as she told Rhonda how much she enjoyed watching Larry deep in her pussy.

“That was so neat,” Foxy whispered into Rhonda’s ear as she chewed on her earlobe. “I love to watch Larry fuck some slut.”

Her initial reaction was Foxy calling her a “slut,” but she knew that Foxy meant it with love and not being mean. Her girlfriend’s definition of a slut was not the common one, and she’d really enjoyed watching her husband take care of another girl.

After pushing Larry off of Rhonda, Foxy slipped between Rhonda’s spread legs and began to lick and suck her pussy. As she ran her fingers through Foxy’s hair, she listened to the obscene sounds of Foxy cleaning cum and pussy juice out of her well-used love hole. Then the cum kiss afterward created an instant climax as they traded Larry’s sperm back and forth.

The memories of last night’s romp with her girlfriend and her husband caused a hot flash both in her mind and between her legs. I’ve got to stop thinking about sex and meet Foxy in the parking garage, Rhonda told herself.

Forcing herself not to give in to the idea of masturbating to the naughty girl she’d been last night, Rhonda left the bedroom and walked to the kitchen – living room combination. Walking into the breakfast room, Rhonda stopped in shock at the scene in front of her eyes.

Chrissy, the big Amazonian guard dog, was naked as usual but spread across the kitchen table, holding onto the edges with both hands. The shock was Larry fucking her as hard as he could. Ramming his big cock into her hole, and Rhonda could hear his dick every time he hit bottom in the redhead’s pussy. Larry was really fucking her, and her first thought was he doesn’t fuck me like that. Rhonda could hear the fluid noises of Chrissy’s drenched cunt as he pounded her. Rhonda’s fingers went immediately to her already dripping love hole and plunged in to satisfy her instant reaction.

Chrissy had her head turned towards Rhonda as Larry drilled her lights out. The Amazonian had her eyes open, but Rhonda could tell the lights were on, but nobody was home. Chrissy’s mouth was open, and she was drooling on the polished kitchen table, not that anyone noticed.

Rhonda had gotten used to Chrissy running about buck naked most of the time, wearing only her god-awful watch that fashionable women would never consider wearing the monstrosity with all of the buttons and dials. Foxy had told her Larry gave the ten-thousand-dollar Breitling NaviTimer pilot’s watch to Chrissy after she became certified to fly his HondaJet Elite II business jet. As big a girl as she was, a tiny woman’s watch would likely look strange on her.

Transfixed, Rhonda stood there mute as she watched Larry’s wet dick plunge in and out of Chrissy’s bald pussy. She could imagine that the redhead’s cunt was as wet as hers while she used her fingers to imitate what Larry was doing to the girl where they ate breakfast.

Not quite as often as Foxy’s nonstop orgasms when she was being fucked, Chrissy was a close second. Rhonda watched the trembling in her legs turn into jerks as her love tunnel took over her mind. Chrissy would thrash about on the table until she’d give a full-body spastic jerk, then collapse. The whole time, Larry never paused with his assault and would hammer Chrissy’s sex while she was coming. Then he would ease up slightly after her climax until she became conscious again.

As a casual observer, watching Larry fuck their unicorn live-in, Rhonda could see why Foxy enjoyed watching her husband service another woman. It wasn’t as if there was a lot of love and emotion to what they were doing, only raw and brutal sex. If she hadn’t known better, Rhonda would have been afraid Larry was hurting their girlfriend, but it appeared to be exactly what Chrissy needed. Rhonda hoped that she would learn to take Larry’s entire cock the way Chrissy did, and the way the big girl collapsed on the kitchen table, she was satisfied.

Rhonda watched as he slowly pulled his dick out of the Amazon, and when they disconnected, it was like he let the air out of the redhead. Chrissy melted onto the table, her legs still spread wide and fully exposed.

She didn’t know what to do as she began to clean her fingers while trying to decide on Larry’s dirty dick or Chrissy’s drooling pussy. Finally, dropping to her knees, Rhonda took Larry’s cum and pussy juice-covered cock into her mouth. The taste made her moan in delight, with the tangy flavor of his sperm contrasted with the sweet taste of pussy.

The sensation of his dick sliding down her tongue was almost as good as eating Foxy’s pussy, and she feasted on the smells and taste of his cock while letting the world drift away. Her orgasm was unexpected and came out of the blue. Rhonda relived watching Larry fuck Chrissy like a wild animal was so erotic and brutal, she had to hold back from telling Larry to ease up on the big redhead.

But, studying Chrissy’s face and expressions told me that she loves it as much as he does, Rhonda thought. The Amazonian’s climaxes were rolling in almost like Foxy with a ten-inch dick in her. The way she would dig her fingernails into the cheeks of his ass to ensure every long inch was buried in her needy cunt, told Rhonda that she should just stay out of the way and watch the two animals breed.

Taking Larry down to where her gag reflex kicked in, Rhonda happened to glance over and see the first of Larry’s sperm starting to drip out of Chrissy’s bruised cunt, which caused another bout of confusion to rack her brain.

Giving the head of Larry’s dick a soft, open-mouthed kiss and flick of her tongue, Rhonda moved on to better things. Quickly shuffling over to Chrissy on her knees, Rhonda took a long swipe up between Chrissy’s pussy lips with her tongue to scoop up the first of Larry’s love juice.

It felt like someone had hit her with a baseball bat when the taste of fresh cum, tinged with cunt juice, hit her feeble brain. Ying and yang, sweet and sour, Rhonda feasted on Chrissy’s well-used pussy as she sucked and probed with her tongue. Digging out all the products of conception was an experience that she would always cherish. Rhonda had eaten both Foxy and Sherry when they were all in bed together, but this was different.

Chrissy’s clit was fully erect, and Rhonda sucked it like the little dick it was. Chewing on Red’s erect nub made Chrissy dig her fingers into Rhonda’s head. Rhonda’s next climax was when she banged her head against a brick wall as showers of sparks were all she could see. For the first time, Rhonda fully appreciated the ability to orgasm by simply thinking about it as Foxy did. Certainly, the mouthful of cum and pussy juice didn’t hurt, but she didn’t even have to use her fingers to help her over the top.

“Rhonda, what are you doing?” Foxy’s sharp tone interrupted her orgasmic interlude. “We have to go!”

“Sorry,” Rhonda meekly replied. “I was just helping clean up.” Stumbling to her feet, Rhonda wiped her mouth and couldn’t help but clean her fingers before taking Foxy’s hand.

Foxy laughed as she pushed the down button, and the elevator doors silently closed.

“You surprised me,” Foxy giggled and pushed Rhonda against the side of the elevator to kiss her. The bushy-headed brunette’s tongue slithered into Rhonda’s mouth as they both enjoyed the leftovers.

Rhonda could feel Foxy climaxing strongly as they kissed. At first, she was afraid that Foxy was upset with her, but realized that she’d been kidding. The sensation of Foxy digging spunk out of her mouth was so erotic, and she came again.

“Did you just come?” Foxy asked into Rhonda’s open mouth.

“Yeah,” Rhonda giggled. “I just realized I could do it also.”

“You mean come by just thinking about it?” Foxy laughed.

“The first time was when I sucked Larry’s cum out of Chrissy’s cunt after watching them fuck!” Rhonda replied. “That was amazing.”

“It’s a curse sometimes,” Foxy said as she pushed her knee between Rhonda’s legs to rub her wet pussy. “I’m still trying to learn to control myself, so I’m not in the ozone during the last half of a fuck fest.”

Laughing, the two girls ran hand in hand to the red Mustang convertible with the top already down. The GT500’s big 750-horsepower V-8 seemed as excited as they were when Foxy expertly merged onto the freeway, managing to piss off a few people by entering the HOA lane through lines of cars.

“Do people always blow their horns at you?” Rhonda asked while looking over her shoulder at the cars disappearing behind them.

“I don’t have any patience for slow drivers,” Foxy said and set the cruise to 80. Settling back in the leather seat, she reached across the console to stroke the inside of her mechanic’s leg. Shivering with anticipation, Foxy drew circles on Rhonda’s thigh as the traffic slowly thinned out when they left Las Vegas.

Looking over at Rhonda, Foxy asked, “What was that all about? I come upstairs and catch you on your knees sucking my husband’s dirty cock.”

“Sorry,” Rhonda replied, and Foxy could tell she wasn’t sorry at all. In fact, she licked her lips to check for leftover jizz and gave her lover a shit-eating grin.

She could still taste the combination of Larry’s cum and Chrissy’s sweet pussy in her mouth while trying to formulate a response.

“It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” Rhonda admitted. “Larry was like a wild animal fucking Chrissy. I started to make him stop, but looking at Chrissy, and how she was coming nonstop as you do, it made me realize she wanted it rough.”

The flare between her thighs made her shudder at remembering the sight of Larry fucking Chrissy on the kitchen table. As usual, Chrissy was buck naked, wearing only her ugly watch.

“That’s not how Larry fucked me, and I didn’t see him screw you like that?” Rhonda mused. “I think I might like to try that myself.”

Laughing, Foxy ran her hand up the inside of Rhonda’s muscled leg to cup the young girl’s pussy, making Rhonda gasp. Spreading her legs, she leaned back into the seat to enjoy the two fingers in her cunt.

“So, you’d like for Larry to fuck you like he does Chrissy?” Foxy chuckled while continuing to play in Rhonda’s love hole.

“Don’t you?” Rhonda asked.

“Most of the time no,” Foxy admitted. “Larry’s dick is too big for my tight little pussy, and he can hurt me, and I’d imagine you as well.”

Taking a moment, the big-haired brunette eased her fingers out and grabbed a Fiji water bottle from the cup holder. Being careful not to let her two wet fingers touch the bottle, she used her knee to steady the steering wheel and twisted off the cap. Taking a quick drink, Foxy put the cap back on and put the bottle down.

Then, taking a second to suck her fingers, Foxy savored the taste of her lover’s wet hole, then shoved them back into Rhonda’s pussy, which made the mechanic gasp again.

“What you have to realize is that Larry is the best fuck you’ll ever have,” Foxy said while looking at Rhonda. “He is an empath and can read what you want. Larry’s goal is to leave every woman dying for more of his cock.”

Rhonda tried to pay attention, but the fingers in her pussy made it hard to concentrate on anything else. “But, he fucked Chrissy so hard. It was almost brutal! I was afraid he was going to hurt her!”

“Chrissy can take Larry’s entire dick,” Foxy said. “She’s almost like a man in some of her ways. When she nailed you with her strap-on, didn’t it seem like a guy fucking you rather than some woman? Well, except for the tits!”

“Chrissy kept climaxing as Larry was nailing her to the wall, but it had to hurt?” Rhonda said. “I’ve never seen anyone fuck like that, and you don’t mind Larry being with the other girls or me.”

“No, I enjoy knowing that Larry is enjoying himself,” Foxy admitted. “Even before we started swinging, he always had a few on the side. She would have to be something really special for him to stray.”

“Like Heather?” Rhonda replied.

“Yes, unfortunately, Heather,” Foxy lamented. “Plus, I’m not making things any better for him with my somewhat out-of-control ways lately.”

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Back at the condo, Larry picked up an inert Chrissy and laid her on the couch. Scooting in beside her, he held the redhead in his arms and kissed her plump lips.

In turn, Chrissy pushed her large breasts against Larry’s chest and lay her head in the crook of his neck. Holding his cock, she kissed Larry and enjoyed the intimacy of two people who had just experienced amazing sex.

“Thank you, Larry, you always know what I need,” Chrissy whispered into his mouth as they kissed. She loved to cuddle with her long-time lover, who always took care of her. Chrissy softly stroked his dick and could feel her fluids covering him. I should be sucking his dick, but it feels so good to lie against him while the glow of fantastic sex slowly fades, she thought. But, I think he needs love more than my lips on his cock.

“I’m torn between being in your arms and cleaning up your gorgeous cock,” Chrissy admitted as she rubbed her erect nipples across his chest. “I hope you don’t mind if I just let you hold me, but I’ll finish taking care of you later,” Chrissy said with a giggle.

“That’s fine, Chris,” Larry responded as the redhead settled into position, molding herself against him. “I’m also enjoying being with you.”

“Who was watching us?” Chrissy asked as she recalled the erotic pleasure of having a girl lick cum out of her pussy, then kiss her. Especially, afterward, when she got a nice cum kiss and was able to enjoy the taste of Larry’s spunk on the girl’s tongue.

“Rhonda, Foxy’s latest distraction,” Larry answered.

“She’s not one of us, is she?” Chrissy asked, thinking about making love to the young mechanic. “She had a refreshing naivety about her,” Chrissy continued.

“Foxy’s thrown her into a world that she’s totally unprepared for,” Larry mused. “She’s a cute young car mechanic who’s trying to decide if she’s straight or gay, and Foxy’s pushing her to be both. And you know, my wife seldom thinks about the implications before making a decision. I hope that Rhonda makes it through the break-in period.”

“I’ll always remember the first time I went down on Foxy,” Chrissy said as she thought back years ago when she spread the big-haired brunette’s legs for the first time. “Watching porn does not prepare you for the first taste of pussy you get and have some girl like Foxy come in your mouth,” she continued with a chuckle.

“That was a nice night, wasn’t it?” Larry replied, remembering that first time he and Foxy shared the big redheaded Amazon. Chrissy had asked Foxy if she could fuck Larry after seeing his cock in their skinny-dipping sessions.

“I felt like a slut for asking, but somehow realized that Foxy wouldn’t be offended,” Chrissy laughed. “I didn’t realize at the time that I would have my first bisexual experience either. The first time we kissed as we played was when it was evident that I liked girls also.”

Chrissy played with Larry’s nipple as she lay on his chest and listened to his heart beating. Putting her leg over his, she could rub her wet sex against Larry to remind him of the great fuck they just shared.

“Are you still happy with me?” Chrissy suddenly asked, thinking about Foxy running off to Arizona with her new girlfriend.

Stopping, Larry looked at Chrissy and asked, “What makes you ask me that?”

“I’ve been watching Foxy go through her phases lately and just wanted to be sure that we were still good,” the redhead quietly asked as if she was afraid of the possible answer.

Of course, don’t you ever worry about us,” Larry replied sharply. “Foxy has been struggling with some issues lately, but I believe she will come through it. No matter how she ends up, it won’t change anything between us. Your home will always be here with me and hopefully her.”

“Thank you, Larry,” was all Chrissy said as she closed her eyes.

~ ~ ~

The sun was going down behind the nearby mountain range as they pulled into the valet section of the resort. Pulling her skirt down to cover herself, Rhonda looked around at the facility like a rube seeing New York for the first time.

“Show time, lover,” Foxy exclaimed as she looked at the young valet walking to their car. He was tall, solidly built, and looked to be about twenty. I’m in love, Foxy told herself as she tried to determine how big his dick was. Hangs to the left, Foxy observed as she checked how far the lump extended down the leg of his slacks. I think he’ll do, she told herself as the valet got bumped to the top of the list.

Professionally, the young valet opened Foxy’s car door as she held out her hand. Watching his eyes, she confirmed that he got a quick peek at her charms as she sat in the car seat with her legs spread a little indecently.

“Welcome,” the young man said. “My name is Brad, and I’m here to take care of your every need.”

“Everything?” Foxy giggled and spread her legs a little further. She watched as he looked down more boldly than before. He knows I’m in heat, Foxy thought. I hope he’s still a virgin.

“This is my girlfriend, Rhonda. I hope you can take care of her also,” Foxy giggled as she motioned to her girlfriend with her typical deer-in-the-headlights look.

“I’m sure I can,” Brad quipped. “I can always call in reinforcements, if necessary.” The remark created a twinge deep in Foxy’s pussy where she assumed his cock would soon be. Her climax struck out of nowhere, and she stumbled when the lightning began to pound her helpless brain.

Brad quickly grabbed her in his big, strong arms as she tried to regain her composure. I can’t be a slut this early in the game, Foxy told herself as she struggled to take control of her runaway mind.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered as she berated her body for caving in so soon in the first dance. “I think I had a stone under my high heel that made me lose my balance.” The remark about her heel made him look down at those long legs, which went all the way to heaven. Foxy automatically switched to her runway-model self and pivoted to give him a good view of her long legs.

While showing off for the valet, Foxy caught Rhonda’s eye as her girlfriend mouthed “Slut” to her before breaking down in laughter.

While helping Foxy out, she made sure he noticed and appreciated her braless breasts exposed in the low-cut minidress she was wearing. He seemed fascinated that she had a gold-linked chain connecting her nipple rings, but was polite enough to only stare discreetly.

Reaching in to grab her purse, Foxy could feel the young valet’s eyes on her behind as the skirt was hiked up to expose her charms. Turning, she winked at the valet, noticing the blush on his face. Squeezing his hand, Foxy kissed him on the cheek and asked, “You’ll make sure our bags are delivered to our suite?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’ll take care of it personally. If I can assist you in any way, the maitre d has my contact info,” Brad asked with a wicked grin on his face.

“Here, punch your number into my iPhone and send yourself a text. That way, I’ll make sure I can find you when I need you,” Foxy said, exposing a blinding smile of white teeth.

Unlocking her phone, she handed it to Brad, who, with the speed of a Gen Z’er, quickly sent himself a text message. Closing the messaging app, Brad stared at the background image of Foxy, topless in a skimpy thong bikini, on her iPhone.

“Is that you?” he gulped.

“In the flesh,” Foxy laughed, then added, “Back in my day as a fashion model.”

“I think you’ve improved,” he added.

“That’s sweet of you,” Foxy replied. “Rhonda and I will thank you later.”

Then, turning on her heel, Foxy marched into the resort with the hip-rolling motion of a high fashion model.

“You know he’s looking at your ass,” Rhonda whispered.

“He better be,” Foxy replied with a laugh.

Walking up to the check-in counter, Foxy noted that the front desk was staffed with young, gorgeous women, most in their early twenties. In the back, she saw an elegantly dressed blonde, naturally, in a business suit with the skirt just north of her knees to show off nice legs.

Bingo! Foxy thought to herself. I’m going to get a piece of that, she told herself as she added the woman to her list after Brad, the valet. This mini vacation is starting to really shape up.

“May I assist you?” The desk clerk asked while displaying a brilliant white smile with perfect teeth that Foxy could already feel chewing on one of her nipples. She could sense her body automatically reacting to this exquisite young creature standing there in a white long-sleeve blouse and A-line miniskirt that was a touch too short for business but perfect for Foxy to salivate over.

“Reservation for Foxy,” she replied while staring at the girl’s pert breasts, tantalizingly displayed behind the top with the top three unbuttoned. The black lace bra poured cold water on the brush fire that had suddenly erupted between her legs. That’s the first thing to go in the trash, Foxy told herself as her distaste for those abominations hit her.

“Foxy?” The clerk asked with a quizzical expression on her face. But her tell was that she licked her lips while staring at Foxy’s boobs exposed through the open neckline of the wrap minidress she wore.

“Foxy Archer,” Foxy restated. “I’m not quite in the Cher class yet, but working on it.”

Tearing herself from Foxy’s erect nipples and obvious piercings, the clerk was flustered but quickly looked at the computer display below the counter. Typing for a moment, a smile crossed her face as she looked up. “Of course, Miss Foxy!” The clerk gushed. “It’s a pleasure to have you,” she continued and let the innuendo hang in the air for a second before continuing.

“I see you have a companion staying with you,” the clerk probed while smiling at Rhonda standing there with her usual deer-in-the-headlights look. “That’s a shame,” the clerk muttered under her breath.

Laughing, Foxy replied, “Don’t tap out so quickly. I’m sure we can work out something.”

A blush crossed the clerk’s face when she realized that Foxy had heard her comment, but the expression on Foxy’s face told her that she hadn’t screwed up.

Just then, the valet showed up, pushing a luggage cart with Foxy and Rhonda’s luggage on it.

“Oh, Brad, you’re just in time. Would you show Miss Foxy and her friend to the bridal suite?” Susan said as she handed Foxy two room key cards. Then, switching attention to Foxy, Susan locked eyes and said, “Everyone here, especially me, will do whatever is required to ensure that you have a wonderful time. Here’s my card for any special services that you may require.”

“Thank you for being so sweet and helpful,” Foxy slyly replied as she covered Susan’s hand with hers and squeezed. Foxy’s plump lips parted slightly as the two girls apprised each other. “I’m sure between you and Brad, I’ll be well taken care of.”

Taking Susan’s card and the room key cards, Foxy tucked them in her top, ensuring everyone got a good look at her tits while winking at Susan.

Then, turning to her lover, Foxy said, “Come, Rhonda, let’s see what adventures await us. Brad, lead the way.”

Fascinated, Susan watched Foxy’s tight ass barely covered as the two girls followed Brad to their suite.

“Tuck your tongue back in your mouth,” The manager quietly said to Susan as they both watched Foxy and Rhonda walk away. Foxy was automatically “on” and moved with the hip rolling walk of a runway model. The rear view of the two girls in miniskirts barely covering their ass cheeks was a sight that everyone in the reception area enjoyed.

“Sorry, Ms. Jones,” Susan replied after being caught lusting after a guest. “I guess I was just fantasizing.”

“That’s okay, sweetie,” the manager laughed. “I’m planning on hitting that myself.”

“You, Ms. Jones?” Susan asked as she tried to ignore the signals her sex was sending to her brain. Is my manager into girls? Susan asked herself while seeing the look on the manager’s face.

Laughing, the manager replied, “As Woody Allen always says, being bisexual doubles your chance for a date on Saturday night.”

“Is it okay to be with another girl?” Susan asked. “I’ve kissed other girls at parties, but nothing serious. Foxy seems to be for real, and I’m intrigued. Will that turn me lesbian?”

“You think too much,” was all the manager said. “We’ll have a drink one day, and I’ll explain the facts of life to you, especially the ones your mother forgot to tell you.”