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Subject: Alexandra
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Date: 11 Apr 1997 03:42:58 -0400

   -------- More of my postings, No one under 18. -------- It should have
been a routine Saturday night; boring conversationamongst friends who are
connected by the geographic accident ofresidence or employment.  We were to
meet and have dinner with anothercouple.  Our friend Donna had arranged the
evening; she wanted todress up and go out because her married boyfriend had
just beensentenced to twelve years in prison for his role in bringing in a
loadof cocaine back in the days when doing so was socially acceptable.  At
least in some circles.  Alejandra, my girlfriend of three years, had heard
that John andElizabeth were wild, and wanted to meet them.  Of course,
Donna wasthe source of these opinions.  Alex had grown up in an
aristocraticenvironment and was usually prim and proper, but I knew that
withinher beat the heart of a pure slut.  When she was younger, for
example,she had gone to a strip club with a group of Delta airline pilots
andstarted giving table dances after her girlfriend made a bet that
shedidn't know how.  There had been a big argument between John
andElizabeth; they both wanted to get even with each other.  Elizabethhad
always been the intelligent one.  She convinced John to marry heron the
beach at Key Biscayne because it was the most non-threateningenvironment
she could think of.  The picture of the two of themkissing, she with a
bridal veil and a bikini, he wearing black swimtrunks and a black bow tie;
hangs on the kitchen in their house. Elizabeth loves her husband deeply,
but she also loves to play.  Heloves to play with her because he learned
long ago that it's more funto cheat with her than without her.  We agreed
to meet at Mark's Las Olas, a restaurant frequented by thetrendy sofistos
and all those fish who consider themselves importantin the small pond of
Ft. Lauderdale.  There were no other plans.  Bythe time Alex and I had
arrived the maitre d' was telling everyonethat the wait would be over one
hour.  The only way to get in would bewith a small payment, but Americans
are so uncomfortable about bribesunless they can be characterized as
political contributions, and Iknew that if I arranged something discreet
with the maitre d' that theothers would feel uncomfortable.  Elizabeth and
John already hadobtained a table at the bar with Sharon, Donna, and Rusty,
but therewas barely enough room for four, never mind six.  Sharon was a
blondehaired secretary who wore a sleek spaghetti strapped little
blackdress.  Rusty's wife was at a conference out of town.  Donna wore
blackspandex pants with a gold embroidered top that showed the tops of
herbreasts.  Elizabeth wore a long formal backless dress with long
whitegloves, and her short hair was framed by diamond pendant earrings.The
group tried to make room for us at the cramped bar table, but itwas almost
impossible.  We were all pressed together, and I moved backand forth from
the three-deep bar to the table bringing drinks. It was one of the first
times that I could speak to Elizabeth atlength.  Because of the loudness of
the music you could only speak tothe person next to you.  She had been
traveling a lot, and was happyto be home after a sales tour that had taken
her throughout theFlorida panhandle.  "I went to a country an western bar,
" she toldme, "and a group of guys wanted to pick me up." I had really
mixedfeelings, because I told them that I loved my husband, and that if
hewas around..., it might have been a different story."I asked her what she
meant and she frankly told me that she was anexhibitionist, but that she
only liked to play if her husband wasaround."You don't do this in public?"
I asked her.  She answered by asking mewhy not.  "What kind of situations?"
I pressed her."Like this one," she answered."Here in the restaurant?" "Just
like here in the restaurant." Sharon had just returned from the restroom.
The drinks continued toflow to the table.  Elizabeth squatted in front of
her and put herhands up Sharon's dress, pulling down her panties.  Sharon
shrieked,but didn't stop Elizabeth from stuffing them into her purse.  Two
guysat the bar watched this, and seeing that we had more women that men
atour table, came over to talk.  Elizabeth, of course, was the mostvoluble.
Meanwhile, Alex and Rusty were chatting away, and I noticedthat Alex had
finished her third Absolut with cranberry.  The strange man introduced
himself.  He owned an art gallery down thestreet.  As Elizabeth and I
spoke, he leaned over the table to hearthe conversation.  Elizabeth is a
very physical person, and she hadbeen touching me--innocently, I
suppose--on the leg and on the armwhile she explained one point or another.
Soon she was interrogatingthe newcomer about the kind of art he sold, the
names of the artists,and then, without any warning, mentioned her sexual
adventures, andhow just a few days before, several strange men had almost
picked herup in a bar."What did you do?" the gallery owner asked.  "I
didn't do anything," she said, "it wasn't like the other time." He asked
her about the other time, and she explained how two monthspreviously she
had gone out with another couple.  "I really love myhusband," she told him,
"and so I let this other guy fuck me.  I knowthat sounds weird, but that's
what happened.  If my husband's notthere, I won't do anything." The gallery
owner quickly sized up that her husband was there--how,I'm not precisely
sure, for John was paying more attention to Donnaand Alex.  Alex was
enjoying the attention of two men, and Donna wasworking her way through her
guilt and sorrow about losing herboyfriend.  Not that her situation stopped
anyone from offering freeadvice, as if any of us had lost someone to that
kind of horriblecivil death--a state in which you're there, but then again,
you'renot.  I could see that John was feeling one of Alex's legs under
thetable.  She wore a black miniskirt, and there was a lot of leg tofeel.
Rusty had his hand on the other leg, and every now and then,Alex would
reach down and move a hand off.  But her defenses were everless vigorous as
the evening continued, and I could hear them sayingsomething about tattoos.
I saw the gallery owner's hand disappear under the table.  He seemedto be
rooting around, somewhere under Elizabeth."Do you know where his hand is?"
Elizabeth asked.I shook my head.  "On my ass." She gave me a wet smile.  Do
you know where his fingeris?I shook my head again."In my ass." She
interlocked her gloved fingers.  The gallery ownersmiled and shrugged his
shoulders.  Elizabeth looked straight at me."Do you want to play with us
tonight?  she asked."If that's what you want we should leave now." I could
see that herdress had been brought up to her ass, so that the people at the
tablebehind us could see her, the picture of elegance, with a strange
man'sfinger up her ass."We can go to our house," she said, and turning to
her friend, who hadtaken his finger out of her ass to smell it, whispered
an apology,took his business card and promised to visit the gallery soon.
Wethen set off in our cars, with Donna letting John drive the
dieselMercedes which her jailed boyfriend had purchased for her and
whichcontinues to be popular in South Florida. Alex kissed John and Rusty
good-bye and left the restaurant with me."It's OK if we're going to John
and Elizabeth's," she told me, "but Ithink I need a little more to drink."
She had finished at least fourcocktails.  We got in the car and drove off
to their house, which wehad visited only once before.  I don't know how we
arrived there before anyone else.  ApparentlyDonna had told John that she
knew of a short cut, but since Donnalived in Dade, not Broward, this was
extremely unlikely.  John shouldhave known better than to believe her, but
Donna has a forcefulpersonality, and he ended up driving around half of
Broward lookingfor a planned exit that had not yet been built.  Alex and I
lookedaround the house, but all the doors were locked.  There was no
wayeven to enter the backyard, since the wooden gate was locked, and
Ihardly felt like trying to climb over.  We sat on the trunk of my
car,stretched out with our backs on the windshield and waited for
them,while looking at the stars.  "I really could use another drink,"
Alexsaid, and I apologized for not having planned ahead.  "There
'ssomething else I could do for you to help make the time pass," I toldher,
and she asked me what that was; so I jumped off the trunk, put myhead
between her legs, pulled her panties to the side and startedlicking her
pussy.  Fortunately John and Elizabeth live on a quietstreet, and no cars
came by, until the rest of our restaurant partydrove up, to be treated by
the sight of Alex with her miniskirt uparound the waist and me licking her
clit. Elizabeth was the first one out of the car.  "We have to get
inside,"she said, "the neighbors will complain." I took my tongue off
Alex'sclit--she wasn't pleased about that--and we all went inside. 
Istopped in the bathroom, and when I came out Alex was on John
andElizabeth's bed, with her skirt back up around her waist, presentingher
ass and cunt to John, who was standing behind her, applying atemporary
tattoo.  He and Rusty were discussing which tattoo wouldlook best on her
ass.  He was applying the tattoo to her asscheek, buthis hand kept straying
to her warm wet cunt.  At first shehalf-heartedly tried to move the hand
away , but then stopped.  When Ileft the room, John had his middle finger
up to its root in her cunt.Rusty had sat down next to her, feeling her
breasts through her thintop. I went outside to find that Elizabeth had
disrobed and set the dresscode for the party for the rest of the evening.
She had turned theheater on in the hot tub, and had taken a bottle of vodka
out of thefreezer.  The vodka was soon joined by a bottle of champagne, and
whileAlex and John were still missing in action, Elizabeth, who had
takenoff her clothes while standing next to the hot tub.  Donna, Sharon
andI stood around the hot tub.  "What's Alex doing?" Donna asked.  "Johnand
Rusty are trying to give her a tattoo," I replied.  "I have atattoo," Donna
said, 'want to see?" Donna eased her pants over herass, pulling her panties
off along with them, to show us the tattoo onher ass, which was blue and
faded."I have one too," Elizabeth said, and dropped her gown in a
fluidmotion to show us the red rose on her shoulder.  Now only Sharon andI
were dressed, and after Elizabeth repeated her admonition of noclothes in
the hot tub, I dropped my pants.  Even though it was ahot, muggy South
Florida night, the evening air was cool on my body.Donna, Sharon and
Elizabeth had beaten me to the hot tub, and whenthey stood up below me,
their faces were level with my cock.  It wasthen that the goddess of lust
descended; we all fell to her worship. Elizabeth reached out and touched my
cock with her hand; with theother she started massaging one of Donna's
teats.  Sharon was rubbingeach of her breasts with a different hand, and
just as I thoughtElizabeth would take me in her mouth, Alex came out of the
bedroom,still dressed, after a fashion.  "Isn't anyone going swimming?"
sheasked, as she took her clothes off, and dove into the pool. Elizabeth
let go of my cock as John and Rusty came out after Alex.They had stopped in
the kitchen to get drinks.  They were both naked.John came into the hot
tub, and planted a kiss on Donna's cheek whilea purposeful hand dropped to
tease her clit.  "Let's see how bisexualDonna is," Elizabeth said, and
while I sat down on the edge of the tubto watch, Elizabeth started sucking
on Donna's teat.  Donna made nomove to break free, as John continued to
massage her clit.  At thispoint Sharon was lost by herself with eyes
closed, letting herself goto the underwater rhythms of the Jacuzzi while
vigorously massagingher own clit.  In the pool Alex and Rusty were speaking
secrets to each other withheads bowed.  I couldn't hear what they were
saying, but it was clearto me that Alex didn't want me to hear what they
were saying.  Icouldn't hear them over the roiling waters of the hot tub in
anycase, and then Donna said, 'let's try this, " and broke free from
Johnand Elizabeth, coming to rest in the crook of my left arm. 
Elizabethfollowed her and I took her into my right arm.  I held two naked
girls;both of them were giving me a handjob underneath the water,
Donnastroking my shaft; Elizabeth cupping and squeezing my balls.  "How
doyou like this?" Elizabeth asked me.  "Pretty close," I said.  John
hadmoved over next to Sharon and was sucking on her breast.  I had myback
turned to Alex and Rusty, so I really couldn't see what they weredoing. 
Sharon had opened her eyes and following Donna's lead, startedto give John
a handjob under the water.  Things were already movingquickly, but no one
cared. I went back into the kitchen to get more champagne, leaving John
toSharon, and Donna to Elizabeth.  As I left the hot tub, I walked pastthe
pool to check on Rusty and Alex.  I could see the Miami Dolphinslogo
painted in bright colors at the bottom of the pool.  Donna told methat
after the second game of their perfect season, the team came byto celebrate
with the house's previous owner.  After the thirdvictory, someone got the
idea that if they didn't party there, theycould jinx the streak.  So the
house became the official party placefor the team, and after the Dolphins
won the Superbowl, there was awild party.  Donna told me that one of the
Cubans who worked for theteam was a babalawo in the santeria religion and
had consecrated thepool jointly to Chango and to Yemaya, and that the pool
was a place ofsex magic.  There was no reason not to believe her, despite
the factthat the santeria gods had abandoned her boyfriend to suffering
insidea cold jail cell.  When I came back outside, Elizabeth was on an
inflatable raft in thedeep end of the pool.  Rusty was hanging onto the
raft's side.  Alex wasby herself in the shallow end.  Donna was sitting
next to John who washaving an argument with Sharon, who seemed less than
interested inhim.  Donna was reclining, and John, who had more than his
share todrink, sweated off some of the alcohol in the hot tub, not all
thatbothered by Sharon's change of heart. Under these circumstances it
didn't seem that things were happening inthe hot tub, so I went off to the
pool and sat down on the tiles nearAlex.  She swam over between my legs and
starting sucking my cock,giving the night its first blowjob. Elizabeth saw
us and started getting hot, so she rolled off the raftknocking Rusty into
the water, and they both swam over to the wall.Rusty got out of the pool
and sat at an arm's length away from me,leaning back on his hands while
Elizabeth took his cock into hermouth.  I sat there on the side of the
pool, being deliciously blown by Alex,while Elizabeth worked on Rusty. 
None of us were feeling any pain.  Ilooked down at Alex into her eyes, and
said,"switch." She removed her mouth from my cock, and the two girls passed
eachother in the water.  Now Elizabeth was in front of me, between my
legs,and she wasted no time at all in taking my cock into her mouth.  Asshe
sucked she cupped my balls, and worked her other hand up and downthe shaft,
taking me deep into her throat.  I looked again over atAlex as she blew
Rusty.  We had never done anything like this.  Icouldn't tell if she was
looking at, or simply being turned on bybecoming a nasty slut, sucking off
another man and watching anotherwoman suck her own man.  I thought I would
up the ante, as Elizabethlooked at me.  "Lick my asshole," I told her, and
with her left handstroking my cock, she put her head down as I lifted up
and she lickedme.  The feeling was sensational.  I looked over and Alex was
doing thesame thing to Rusty.  Elizabeth kept sucking and stroking and on a
few occasions I feltmyself reaching the edge, but each time I pulled back.
Rusty couldn'thold it though, and he took his cock out of Alex's mouth and
blasted aload all over her face.  This sent me over the edge and
Elizabethclamped down on my cock while I came in her mouth.  Her cheeks
werefull as she swam over to Alex, kissed her on her open mouth and gaveher
my load.  After she had passed my cum, she wiped her lips andsaid, "that's
for you," and we watched Alex swallow my cum thatElizabeth had given her. .
Rusty and I slid into the pool with the girls.  Across the way I couldsee
John eating Donna's pussy, while Sharon sat by herself.  Later Ilearned
that she was upset because her boyfriend hadn't shown up atMark's, and she
didn't want to fuck John.  For Sharon, playing aroundwith Elizabeth was one
thing, but fucking John was something shedidn't want to do or explain. 
Donna caressed the top of John's head ashe rutted with his tongue between
her legs.  I went back to the hot tub to sweat off some of the alcohol,
andputting my head back, let the waters flow over my chest until theywere
mixed with sweat.  I must have fallen asleep, for when I woke upI was alone
in the hot tub.  People wandered in and out of the house,but I didn't see
Alex.  Elizabeth was by herself in the middle of theswimming pool on the
inflatable raft.  I got out of the hot tub anddove into the pool's cool
water.  Coming up for air, I swam over tothe raft, where Elizabeth was
laying back. I put my hand between her legs and stuck a finger up her ass.
It waswarm there in the cool waters.  I put another finger insider
her."That was a terrific blowjob," I told her.  Alex came out of the
houseand saw what I was doing with Elizabeth and jumped into the pool. 
Weboth tried to get on the raft with Elizabeth, but the three of us
keptfalling into the water, so I suggested that we go into the bedroom. 
When we entered the house, there was a moaning coming from one of
thebedrooms, so holding hands we went to see what was happening.  Sharonwas
on her back with her legs spread around Donna's face, who waslapping at her
cunt while Rusty, standing behind Donna, was fuckingher.  "It looks like
Rusty's recovered," I said, and he smiled, notmissing a stroke.  Donna
couldn't be bothered by our comments, andSharon was lost in another world.
I thought that John might have beenthere with them, but he wasn't in the
room.  I told Rusty that hebetter not come inside Donna since she stopped
taking the pill whenher boyfriend went into jail.  He told me to shut up.
Elizabeth said,"let's go find John," and we went to their room.  John was
lying onthe side of the bed, curled up, and asleep. I lay on my back on the
bed and Alex knelt before me sucking my cock.The ceiling fan blew cold air
down on us.  Elizabeth was kissing me andthen all at once my cock was
feeling just cold air, and Elizabethsaid, I need someone to fuck me, and
she straddled me.  Alex was nowlying down, watching my cock go in and out
of Elizabeth's cunt.  Allof the bouncing woke John up, and his hand came
across Alex's shoulderto touch a breast, and she shoved her tattooed ass
towards him.  Hestarted pulling on his cock to get it hard, and there was
someshifting, adjustment, tension, and then Alex sighed as John wentinside
her.  The four of us were fucking on the bed, Elizabeth wasriding me
mercilessly.  "John, let's switch," I asked him, andElizabeth got off of
me, Alex rolled onto her back and I got betweenher legs while Elizabeth
stayed down on all fours so John couldfuck-her doggystyle.  One lip curled
up as she closed her eyes; Johnpounded her vigorously, and I held Alex's
ass with my hands holding itabove the bed as I fucked her.  God, you're
cunt's sloppy I said, didJohn come in you?  Just a little, Sam, no big
deal, John said, here'sthe rest of it, and he blasted into Elizabeth, who
then fell forwardonto the bed.  John's cumcoated cock hung above her, and
he brought itover to Alex who took it into her mouth to clean it.  I kept
poundingher until I felt a tongue on my balls--Elizabeth had moved down. 
Thatwas too much, I pulled out of Alex and offered my cock to Elizabethfor
the second time that evening.  She took the whole load, and thenlay on top
of Alex, who looked up with her mouth open, and who onceagain took
Elizabeth's cum gift. When the hangover wore off I went to the card shop
and boughtElizabeth an art postal card which depicted the Waterhouse
painting.Two years later, it is on her refrigerator still.