Lookin into a Mirror
HANK & HELEN---DENNY & DOLLIE
-----------------------Lookin into a Mirror
---I’ve heard that somewhere we all have a twin. Helen looked more like Dollie than I looked like Hank. But this is not about physical looks. Read this and decide for yourself. Keep in mind I was 44-45 and Dollie 42-43. I believe both Helen and Hank were 42 when we met. We were different. We were alike! Now that I look back, Hank was the smartest of the two of us. I’ll try to stay with the basics or this really will become a book. Please remember it all happened 30 years ago, either 1984 or 1985. But it could have been yesterday.
----Yes, I really did want to fuck Helen, many times. And Hank wanted to fuck Dollie. We were only human and we often admitted it! I believe I could have fucked Helen if Dollie agreed to swap. But our friendship may have ended too. Because of stubborn Dollie I missed a lot of good pussy! But I also got a lot more tits and fingerfucking than on my own. You knew this. I also believe back during this time period I could have bribed Dollie into fucking others just so she could continue getting strange finger fucking. But love is stronger than sexual urges.
---Notice the differences and the similarities. We’ll begin when Helen and Hank were maybe 20. Helen said she was fucking every guy with a prick that would fuck her. I’m sure if she looked anything like she did in her 40’s that was a lot of them. At this time Dollie wasn’t fucking anyone but me. That’s still true. Hank said he was fucking anything in a skirt, including Helen. They fell in love and married. This was just like me and Dollie, even the fucking part.
---They did a little swapping and saw how most of the others were not really married or divorced in a short time. I don’t care what ya say about group sex or wife swapping, it’s not a good way to keep a marriage together. Okay, it works for you. Helen sat Hank down and explained pretty much the same things Dollie and I used as our rules. “If you love someone kissing and intercourse are the ultimate way to show that love. We’re not fucking anyone we don’t love.” In their early 20’s Hank and Helen began living by those rules. I was a slow learner. I was still fucking everything I could get into the 80’s, age late 40’s. May have even had a few later. But it was always with Dollie’s consent and usually her help getting the pussy.
---This is what’s not fair. A woman can find a man to fuck her fairly easy. For me, if I didn’t want to spend a lot of time or use a prostitute I depended on Dollie and her friends. You see, while Hank stopped fucking other women while in his mid 20’s I continued into my 40’s. But our other ideas and plans were the same. Fingerfucking and feelin titties is just for fun. Again I think it was Helen who read Hank the rules. “I love having men fingerfuck me and fondle my titties. You love watching and doing the same with other gals. We want to make each other happy. So if we really do love each other we should be happy sharing my pussy with others.” Yep. Pretty much how I explained it to Dollie in the 60’s. You may not understand or agree with these ideas. Love is strange.
---- They still weren’t exactly like us. Dollie has never gotten fingered without me watching. She actually only started doing it for my entertainment. Helen was already a realtor and lookin hot in her tight tops and mini skirts. When showing a home she was often being hit on, mostly by married men. Perfect. Helen didn’t want a boyfriend. She just wanted fondled and fingered! This went on for years and they both were happy. After Helen was nearly ****d and often had to fight off customers she stopped playing finger dipping games on the job. No, these were not Dollie’s way of playing our games, also for fear of being ****d. Yet the fondling and fingering parts were.
--Here’s where I get jealous. Hank was working part time at a small strip club for a friend. Hank was getting all the young wh*r*s and dancing girls he wanted. He admitted, sometimes he cheated and fucked. But mostly he took them in a back room to finger and fondle. His boss friend had rules for the constantly changing crew of strippers. No dating customers and no fucking on club property.
----When the strip club went up for sale Hank bought it from his friend. Now he had a never ending supply of fingerfucking females always ready to serve. Somehow, using his friend’s no-fuck rules, and taking the lap dance theme to the next level, he had his girls playing his and Helen’s fingerfucking fondling games with anyone with $10 to $20 and an hour’s time. A cost Hank said the working man could afford. Of course Hank got all he wanted free. Most of the girls figured getting fingered was easier and more fun than standing on a stage being stared at by a bunch of old drunks.
----Poor Helen was no longer getting any strange finger/fondling. One of them decided that the club was often home to several horny old perverts who were always staring at her and making offers to go in the back room. Why not let Helen play there. I suppose her and Hank discussed this. Maybe it just happened one evening. Anyway for the past ten years both Helen and Hank were using one of the lap dance rooms for their own fingerfucking games. Safe and Helen was even getting paid for it. As a bonus one or more of the strippers would come in now and then to make sure Helen was safe. An added bonus, Helen often got masturbated by one of those lesbian strippers. Helen made it clear she is no lesbian but being fingerfucked by one now and then was exciting. Usually the old guy paying for the room enjoyed the extra gal too. All the while safe and partially legal.
---Me, I was lucky if I could find a girl willing to let me fondle her. And then it always ended when they just had to get fucked. Most women are that way. When they are prick teased they expect to get fucked! But Dollie enjoyed watching me fondle and fuck other women so this worked out well. Still, we wanted a few married couples just to swap for masturbation and cuddling. Every time we found the ideal couple, one or the other wanted to swap to fuck. We spent much of our lives while playing our games in search of that one special couple with the same values and ideas as us. They didn’t exist!
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