Wednesday arrived and the big day. Not sure who was more nervous, me or sweet Brook. In some ways Brook had never been that sweet herself. She rarely smiled, and it wasn't all about her failing sexual life with her husband Jeff. My wife had always been overbearing, and why I had become Brooks confidant in all things. We were dependant on each other. She was fulfilling my past swinging habits in a most splendid way. I had a deeper passion for seeing her fuck than I once did for another. She had similar traits as my wife. Carl just got lucky with her, thanks to me.

Perhaps all this was some deeper longing to be Carl, in his place. Afterall, we were the same age, only Carl was more accomplished than I. Better to leave the heavy work to Carl and enjoy the voyeurest ride on top of Brook from a distance. I changed the sheets in the bedroom that morning, and what a joy of anticipation. Black satin sheets for definition with two grey towels at the foot of the bed. I put a fresh bar of spicey soap on a rope in the shower for Carl and Brook's favorite fragranced soft soap. Perhaps I had the same anxiety this day that Brook and Carl were feeling. Would this moment come off as planned?

Brook had told everyone at the travel office she had a dental appointment. Giving her 2 hrs. of being fucked hard by Carl. It was the classic nooner, a first date. Only one time Brook reminded me, but there would certainly be more unless her husband Jeff found a way to please her sexually. Carl was sitting in his car at a quarter past twelve when Brook arrived. They parked side by side and got out at the same time. Carl looked liesurely for a boss, wearing a pinstriped blue shirt and matching tie. His thighs jutting out in loose fit tan slacks. I wondered if he already was getting hard as Brook emerged from her sedan and straightened. I wondered how she might dress this day for the first strange cock in 3 years. Wearing her usual button down dress of white with a name tag, Brook, over her large right titty. Her long dark hair was over the shoulder and covering the left titty with a small baret holding it in place. Carl placed his hand on her side and kissed her cheek, while Brook showed her nevousness by forgetting to lock the car. Carl reminded her and she dropped her purse and squatted down, parting the white dress and showing those gorgeous knees and legs I had come to know.

She must not have been hungry, but they nibbled on a tray of chinese together, side by side and Carl put his around her like he did his wife, Charlotte, in the Fellowship Hall. Brook was forcing nervous smiles in Carls direction as they left the buffet. A 1/2 mile drive to the trailer in Carls new sports car, Brook was standing on the trailer steps with key in hand, Carls hands on both cheeks of her ass, pretending to ballance her.

Once inside, they embraced after Brook kicked off her red opened toed heels in the living room of the small abode. As they smooched, frenched standing up, Carl was bent over with Brook on her red tippy toes, her right hand placed lovingly on Carls face. Carl began to feel her up, lifting the dress up to expose these lacey red ruffled panties, a gift for this first date. Carl lost no time in feeling that ass up, which seemed more poochy these days in her mid-twenties. One thing for certain, it was now almost laid bare with Carls right hand playing with her pussy from behind.

A step back and deep breath from Brook, and one of her half smiles. Off to the black satin sheets I had so emmacuately arranged. I had even bounced a coin off them. Brook and Carl began to disrobe simultaneously with Brook unbuttoning her travel office dress, tossing her hair across one large soft titty while unfastening a 1/2 white bra which she didn't need to support her healthy nockers. Carl was kicking back in the middle of my black pillows, what definition! I had done good. He was observing Brook's naked body for the first time, not me, but it had been a couple years. Carl's large uncut cock was laying on one side, full and ready. Brook had never imagined an uncut cock before. Carl had more than his share of pussy over the years and that cock was about to enter the best to date. Brook left her panties on and after smooching one last time, began to suck an erection, twisting and contorting her lips and mouth to a satisfied Carl. She got up on her knees and removed her panties to exhibit a full bush with curls. Her husband Jeff wouldn't allow a shaved pussy. Carl rolled her over and began to lick and kiss every part of her body. He must have wanted Jeff to know he now knew her better than Jeff.

Mounting Brook, she turned her head towards me behind the curtain, not knowing, and her squinty eyes of satisfaction spoke volumes as Carl gradually entered her semi-tight pussy, then plunged the other half as Brook decided to kiss him. Carl was done with smooching, he now just wanted to fuck her, use her up as he did Edna and my wife years ago. A hard pounding brought Brook to climax and her mouth opened as she fucked him back from the bottom. Once she was relieved, Carl turned her over and fucked her doggy or bunny hop style as Brook describes it. Pausing to look down at her back and leaning so he could take one last look at the crack of her ass, Carl took her hair and pulled her face up as he shot his wad inside her.

They now knew each other like never before. It was noticable in how they put their clothes back on. Carl was late for a business meeting, and this was more meaningful for Brook. For him, she was a new piece of ass.

The affair gave me new stature as well, especially in Carls closed world at the Country Club. We even went boating together. Brook and Carl began to meet once a week and fuck at noon. Brook said she had brige work and always took at least some extra time at lunch. For my part, I enjoyed being part of the Trailer Maids. I felt my status was more important than Brooks in changing sheets and putting towels out. Turning on the swamp cooler. Carl never used the shower and the soap on a rope began to crack? I told him to use the shower, it was important to me, so he began bathing just for me after fucking Brook.

It was Fellowship Day, and I never missed these seminars. I asked Brook to move down so I could sit next to her while her husband bellowed out a new song in the choir. She looked delightful, in a light spring skirt of yellow stripes and yellow wedgies with bright red toe nails. Her feet were always soft thanks to some minty cream I introduced to her years ago. Carl must have noticed? I would ask him about her moist feet next time. Myself, Brook, Carl and his wife were squished into one wooden pew, side by side. Brook dabbled her ankle, lifting her wedgy on and off right next to Carl. He had fucked her six times by then. I could feel her body heat next to me, it was like a threesome between us. Carl's wife leaned over and asked Brook a question with Carl leaning back and winking at me. Brook and I were truly The Trailer Maids, to be used and discarded eventually at Carls whim like Edna. How grand!

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