Tuesday

The Gangster I have been fucking see's a girl on Tuesday's, he calls her Tuesday. The request came from Tuesday for me to video them having a good time, I accepted. The three of us worked so well together. It was as if I wasn't there and the camera picked up on their energies and made the filming portion easy. I share the video and went home. After the initial encounter, I had been talked about and praises were being sung and in my direction.
I found Tuesday to be a sexy beast. She's the kind of girl that knows what she wants and when she wants it. When I'm watching her, I see a black panther on the prowl licking her lips at the thought of sinking her teeth into something really juicy. When I watch the two of them engage, it's violent, rough, soft, demanding, sexy, specifically designed to and for them. It works on so many levels watching them shoot to the moon and stars while their physical bodies lie present. I often wondered what The Gangster and I look like when we fuck?

A few weeks went by. A request was made. The date was set.
 When I arrived, the conversation had already been in play before I got there. Tuesday looked stunning. She had this cocktail turquoise, black and flowered thigh-high dress with black glitter heels that showed off her legs beautifully. I watched The Gangster's desire for the two of us grow, she wore the hell out of that dress. We talked for a while and smoked some ganj, nerves seemed to rule our beginnings. Tuesday made a silent request to The Gangster, what was said looked delicious because he kissed her deeply. She grabbed his hips and pulled him in close. Tuesday walked over to the middle of the room while he walked to another room to gather something, I assumed. When he returned, in his hand he held a swing. I've seen this swing before but have never used it. Tuesday quickly took off her dress and positioned herself in the swing. The Gangster helped her into the swing comfortably before he began. He knelt down between her legs as she laid out in the swing like superman. He pulled her into his face and started to lick her clean. The swing moved almost to the beats of the music playing in the background while he ate her cookie. She moaned loudly and with spirit. He grinned to her noise and slapped her ass for making it then, giggled to himself again. The marathon of their filthy sex lasted as long as her neverending orgasm. The way she moves when she is underneath him, the way she moves when he's behind her, the way my cookie got wetter by the moment just watching proved to be harder to conceal once they commenced. High praise all around for entertaining me yet, Tuesday wasn't satisfied. She looked at me and asked, "When are we going to have you"? the question knocked me out for a second as I have only been invited to such debauchery when drinking, sober will be a different experience for me.

 Tuesday leaned against the kitchen table talking to me but I wasn't really listening. I had a theme of dirty things I wanted to do her and him both so concentration wasn't my strong suit. I stood in front of Tuesday waiting for an opening. The Gangster walked towards me with a devilish grin like a cat with a canary. He looked like a night fire blazing freely in the summer wind when he kissed me in front of her. I felt her hands touch my thigs and ass. When I opened my eyes I saw them both and our evening began...