Bruce

Heading over to the phone, Beth dialed up her musclebound fuckbuddy.

"Hiya Bruce, it's your brown sugar lover."

"Beth, m'love, how ya doing this evening?"

"W-e-e-e-eelllllll, I need to get some 'exercise', and was wondering if you were available for a 'session' this evening. Interested?" she purred, the lust in her voice obvious to anybody listening.

"Um, my fiancee Stacy and I had some plans this evening, Beth."

"Great, bring her along!" Beth remarked happily. Being the meat in a sexwich between two young lovers (no matter what the gender) always turned the cougar on. Plus, she knew Bruce usually had a fairly open relationship with the ladies he dated.

"OK, I'll talk to her. See you around 7:30?"

"That'll be lovely. See you then."

Hearing the bell ring, Beth answered the door clad in a tight T-shirt at least two sizes too small, a pair of six-inch stripper heels, and a blood-red thong that was barely visible on her hips.

The girl accompanying Bruce was nearly as tall as him, with long dark red hair down to her waist. From her appearance and attire, she obviously was nearly as Amazonian as Beth, with long muscular legs, 38D breasts that defied gravity, and an ass that looked like it could cause a traffic jam.

"How's it going, kids?" Beth pulled the two young lovers close for a group hug. The trio spent a few moments copping feels off one another; Beth felt the duo's muscular hands groping her ass, unaware of which of the duo slipped a finger underneath her thong, lightly brushing against her rear portal. "Stacy, right?"

"That's right. Bruce met me at the gym one night last year, and we ended up fucking in the shower. After that, we've been workin' out together and screwing like bunnies just about every day."