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There was never any competition although once in a while Marge might ask "is getting fucked by my mouth better than getting fucked by Kara's pussy?"

Or

"Does my pussy taste as good as Kara's?"

Whenever that came up, I'd go down on them. "I can't talk right now with a mouthful of your delicious pussy."

They didn't push it. I never sensed any real jealousy.

For the first six months, Marge's blowjobs were fabulous and no one and I mean no one fucked like Kara. I found both their pussies tasty; not one tastier than the other. I'm talking sixty-year-old pussy.

One Friday night at the golf club's Happy Hour, we had a table outside, away from eavesdropping. "How can we keep everything fresh? I'm not saying it's getting stale, but I don't want it to get that way," Marge asked.

"I think that's what happened with my ex-," Kara interrupted.

Over a second and then a third Happy Hour drink we threw out and rejected various ideas. "Since we don't have any secrets from each other," I suggested, "why don't the three of us go to bed together?"

There were gasps. "Tom, I'm not, and neither is Kara."

"No, no, no. That's not what I mean. Marge, what if I was on my back and you got to blow me?"

"Sounds good so far," Marge smiled.

"And at the same time, Kara, you could put that delicious pussy in my face."

"I'm all in on that."

I continued. "At some point, you two could switch around. Kara, I know you like nothing better than riding my cock."

Kara nodded. "That's the truth."

"And I'd get to put my pussy in your face?" Marge smiled.

Kara's farmhouse was the perfect location. It was away from prying eyes and Kara and Marge could get as noisy as they wanted.

It didn't turn out exactly as we planned, although no one complained when it was over.

Kara met us at the door, wearing the same robe she wore when we first met. "I'm a little embarrassed in front of Marge, but if we're going to do this, let's do this." She untied the robe and let it fall to the carpet.

Marge had never seen another woman naked. She gasped, "Kara, you're lovely."

"I hope you're going to join me. You, too, Tom. I know I speak for Marge; I never get tired of looking at your cock."

"Especially when he's hard," Marge giggled.

Soon we were all naked, sitting on Marge's couch. Marge was stroking my cock while Kara was playing with my balls.

What does a guy do with four big soft tits?

I took turns first my tongue played with one of Marge's and then one of Kara's.

Marge turned things up a notch. "I'm not satisfied just playing with

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