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Ginny didn’t give Karla’s request another thought as she raised her leg
over Karla…..not realizing the streching lifted her skirt well up
her leg, showing that besides stockings, she also had garters holding
them up. “Damm” I said to myself as my cock grew harder, “she’s got
legs that really go all the up to her ass!”.

Karla didn’t miss the oppurtunity either, as I watched my wife’s hand
trail up Ginny’s outstretched leg, feeling her well above the top
of Ginny’s stocking. Ginny must have been well lit, as she never even
seemed to notice that Karla was actually feeling her up, as she
crawled over her.

Ginny sat between Karla and I in the car. Again my wife was at her
best, she actually bunched Ginny’s white skirt quite away up her leg
as she got in the car. I could easily see the black garters Ginny wore
and she made no attempt to pull her skirt back down.

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“Yeh baby, really hot, my cock is growing pretty rigid and we may have
to head back across the street after this drink”.

“Oooh noooo, Bill, Please” Karla pleaded, “She’s got me hot too and if
she’s like most women she’s probably feeling pretty sexy after drinking
Manhattans”.

“God”, Karla continued, “I wonder if she’s had any type of sex in the
past four months?.” Can you imagine the fun we could have with her if
we got her back to our room!”

To which I replied, “Go check it out, what did the waitress say she
was drinking?, Manhattans wasn’t it.”

“Go up to the bar next to her and order two of them, make one a double
and then see if you can get her to come back to the table.” The
waitress just said she won’t be served by the bartender, so maybe she’ll
come back if you tell her she can have one with us.”

Nightclub Threesome

Although Lisa was married, we’d been seeing each other for some
time. “Seeing each other” might not be the most accurate
description, actually. It was an odd relationship, and it had
started oddly.

Lisa and her husband owned a restaurant/nightclub in my
neighborhood; I’d first wandered in there shortly after they’d
opened the place, and I soon became a “regular.” Regular enough
that, on occasion when the Maitre d’ hadn’t arrived, Lisa would
ask me help out, seating guests, etc. Or Stan, her husband, might
ask me if I’d run out to a supermarket when the kitchen suddenly
found they’d run out of some vital item. I sometimes helped them
close up, or on a slow night, might help out in the office, running
spreadsheets, or laying out a menu or promotional mailing (I was
far more computer-literate than they, and a far better editor,
although Lisa was trained as a graphic artist.) In fact, it was
that sort of collaboration that probably led to our first
flirtation.