Please be sure to read Part I: A Perfect Storm and Part II: Disaster Averted so you know what the heck is going on.

Sally is darling. About 5’6”, maybe 135-140 lbs., a little soft around the edges, very nice, firm, natural D tits, curly blond hair, shaved and pierced, a little bit of a tummy, but definitely not fat.

She’s 24 years old. I’m 36. I was that scared little 12-year-old pubeless wonder when she was born. What is she doing with a wrinkled old fart like me?

I feel like a dirty old man.

And I’m fucking the hell out of this girl. I fuck her mostly in missionary, but we switch to doggie for a while. I don’t want to get too crazy the first time – I might just throw out my back (or have a heart attack). I am twelve years her senior, after all.

Andy is fucking Jane right next to us. Jane reaches over and grabs Sally’s tit. Jane and I look each other in the eye and mouth “I love you” at the same time.

This is so hot. I’m not jealous, Jane doesn’t appear to be jealous and that is a very good thing.

Another couple lays down on the bed next to Sally and me and starts getting it on.

See Dick focus.
Focus, Dick, focus!
”Don’t look at them. Don’t look at them! Don’t fucking look at them!”

After willing myself back into focus, I get back to the task at hand. I’m pumping Sally from behind and feel a familiar twinge – if I don’t slow it down, I’m going to cum. So, I stupidly (in retrospect) mentally stop myself from finishing and keep on pounding away.

Meanwhile, Andy is fucking Jane from behind like a jackhammer. He is, shall we say, not so well-endowed, and is not making much progress getting Jane where she wants to go.

Sally decides she wants to fuck me instead, so we flip over and she climbs on and starts going to town.

Now, I can always get at least two or three orgasms out of Jane when she’s on top of me. I’m no dead lay - I know how to fuck from the bottom. I really don’t allow myself to “get fucked” unless I’m really tired or something.

If anything, I’m sucking nipples and grabbing ass and sticking my fingers in all sorts of crazy spots. When she’s about to cum, a nice firm slap on the ass always seems to push her over the edge.

I’m also flexible enough to get the right angle so I can hit the G-spot and, since I’m “wiry” my pubic bone is usually positioned right below her clit and somewhat exposed. I will typically grab her shoulders and clamp her down all the way so she can grind her clitty around on that hard bone. Gets her every time!

So, I start fucking Sally from the bottom and I’m not sure she knows what hit her. She rides me like I am a bucking bronco and she’s the rodeo queen. And when I finally pull down on her shoulders and force her to grind on me, she starts shuddering and bucking wildly and finally collapses in a pool of sweat on my chest.

“I never cum at the club,” she whispers to me.

I look her in the eye and raise my eyebrow as if to ask, “Did you?”

“Yeah, I did. Thanks, sweetie,” and kisses me.

I am not going to get to have an orgasm tonight. As she’s climbing off, I grab the base of the condom to keep it on and realize I have nothing left. I am physically and mentally spent. I need to pee, have a cigarette and drink about 5 bottles of water.

I am honestly just relieved that it is over and I didn’t embarrass myself.

I look over and Jane is on top of Andy riding him hard and fast. She is sweating like a fiend and is doing everything she can to get this guy off.

I love my wife.

“Can you get me some water?” she asks me, ever so sweetly.

“Sure baby. I’ll be right back.”

I bring her a water and feed it to her while she’s bouncing up and down on this guy.

It is all a little surreal, I’ll tell you.

“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” she asks/tells Andy.

She starts pumping him as hard and as fast as she can. Finally, he’s ready to explode.

“Oh yeah,” he groans and finishes. She rolls off him and lays on the bed for a minute.

I sit down next to her while Andy and Sally head downstairs. We embrace and kiss – she tastes like Sally’s pussy. Mmmm.

Jane and I put on our towels and walk back down to the locker room to change.

“OK, it’s 3:00, time to pack it up!” says the DJ as the last song of the night plays.

“3:00am? Shit! We’ve been up there for two hours!” I say.

We quickly get dressed with Sally and Andy and I run out to the fridge to get our booze and a couple bottled waters.

We say our goodbyes and head out into the cool night air, sweaty, reeking of sex, still aroused and totally speechless.

It’s really foggy out, just like my brain.

We entered the club as a vanilla husband and wife. Two completely different people walked out, still in love and still hand-in-hand, but things had definitely changed.

I had no idea how much.

Next: Aftermath