Chapter 3
Authors note: I don’t usually respond to my readers this way, but… I have seen a number of comments from some readers that don’t appreciate the behavior of the main characters as Michael struggles to find his way in what is a new world for him. Some comments and feedback have declared that people don’t actually act this way.
Sorry folks, but all of the main characters are based on or are composites of real people I know or have known. This story intentionally has one character that is very definitely sex addicted, which is becoming more common these days, with the intent of exploring just how intimacy can be affected by such an addiction. As the story moves on, you may well be surprised by some of the other real life issues some characters have to deal with.
True the scenario is a fantasy, and the story is intended to be such, as with most of my stories, much is based on real events that have been somewhat (or a lot) embellished.
If you’re not enjoying this story, please, move to another of my works and enjoy those. If I have yet to write something you really find appealing, let me know and maybe I can explore that arena. There are some areas i just won’t go, otherwise, may you enjoy the surprises this story still holds in store. This is after all, only chapter 3 of 10. Now… on to the story!
Trish sent me off to work with a very long, wet, sexy kiss before she headed to the shower to get herself ready for work. I got the impression she wanted me to be thinking about her today. Maybe that was because I had told her of my trepidation for my ten o-clock meeting with several members of my department and the electrical department, including Elizabeth. After seeing her naked this weekend, or should I say, both of us seeing each other naked, I was somewhat concerned it would make things awkward between the two of us. Up until now we’d had a very good, close, professional, working relationship. I had no inkling at all that she was seeing other women because her husband was less than satisfying in the bedroom. Like all professional women I had known, she worked hard to keep her professional life and personal life separate.
I walked into the conference room with two of my engineers, finding Elizabeth and another of her engineers already seated at the large table. I could tell from what was visible above the table that Liz had a dress that covered her moderately large chest even more than usual. There was absolutely none of the creamy, white cleavage she usually displayed. The meeting lasted almost two hours, the five of us finally breaking up for lunch just before noon. I was still picking up my stack of papers when Liz walked by, stopping and bending over. “I think you dropped this one,” she said, holding a folded paper out for me. I looked down, not sure that I had, but reached out for the paper anyway.
“Thanks,” I answered politely as I grasped the paper. She held it as well for at least three seconds, before I looked up at her face. The look was one of, concern? She nodded almost imperceptibly and then let go of the paper before turning and heading for the door.
I added the paper to the top of the stack and headed for my office. I set the stack on the corner of my desk and then took the folded sheet off the top. “We need to talk.” was what it had written on it, along with an address, date, and time. Apparently, I was supposed to meet her at the address tomorrow at eight PM. I looked up the address on Google maps to find out it was only a few miles from Donna’s house. If it was Elizabeth’s house, she lived nearly as far from work as I did, only in the opposite direction.
I would say that a talk was definitely in order, and I didn’t see any problem with doing it at her house, away from work and prying ears.
When work ended I headed home, spending the twenty minute drive trying to decide what I could do for Trish that would be special for her. I didn’t want her to think that because I she was pushing me to see other people, that somehow I didn’t care for her. I did. I think the kiss that morning was a little bit forced on her part, because she was feeling, what, concerned? Threatened? I wasn’t sure. I thought that maybe taking her to a nice romantic dinner would help let her know that I hadn’t forgotten everything she had done and was still doing for me. I decided to let her pick where she would like to go.
I showered and dressed in something casual, but nice, and waited for her to come home from work. She always looked extremely nice when she headed out for work so I didn’t anticipate that she would need much time to change. She walked in the door about half an hour after I finished changing, wearing a simple, but low cut, pale yellow sun dress, displaying a lot of her sexy cleavage and legs. I got up from my chair and met her as she walked into the family room. “Hey there!” I said cheerfully. “How was your day?”
“A little hectic, but otherwise alright. What’s with the fancy duds? Going out?”
“Actually, yes,” I nodded.
I watched her face change from smiling to a sad droop. “Oh.”
“Yeah. I thought a nice romantic dinner for two was just the thing.”
“Well, I’m sure Donna will enjoy it,” she said as she turned and started for the stairs.
“Who said anything about Donna?”
She paused and looked back at me. “Then who?”
I smiled and walked to her, reaching out I turned her to face me and slipped my arms around her waist. I pulled her gently against me and looked her in the eye. “This sexy, incredible, loving woman that I know. Her name is Trish. Do you know her?”
“I think I might,” she whispered, actually blushing a little.
“Do you think she’d like a romantic dinner with me?”
“I’m pretty sure she would,” Trish whispered again.
I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. We stood there for long minutes, the kiss growing more passionate by the moment until we both broke it, the two of us panting for breath. “Damn. You made my pussy wet,” she breathed.
“And you made my dick hard,” I agreed equally quietly. “So where would you like me to take you? Anywhere you want.”
“Anywhere?”
“Uh huh.”
She looked at me and then a little grin spread across her lips. “I want you to take me to that restaurant you went to with Donna, the naked one.”
“You do? Why?”
“I have to keep up with my competition, don’t I?”
“It’s not a contest.”
“Isn’t it?” she whispered questioningly.
I thought about it a few moments. “Maybe it is at that. Okay, if you think you can handle it, I’ll take you there to eat,” I answered, thinking to myself, “But we’re not going up to the club.”
“Well, I clearly don’t need to change, so when do you want to go?” she asked.
“Now’s as good a time as any.”
It took us an hour to get to the club. Marissa was there when we walked in. She greeted me, but fortunately didn’t relate that she had seen me anywhere besides there. Maybe she realized that me being there with another woman was a good time for her to just play it cool, not that I couldn’t tell by the look on her face that she’d love to be in there changing with me.
I led Trish into the little dressing room area and selected a vacant locker.
“That woman wants in your pants,” she said as we stood next to each other, undressing.
“Oh?”
“Come on Michael. Even you could see it in her face. She wanted to just strip you and fuck you right there.”
“Maybe,” I answered with a shrug.
“No maybe about it. I take she’s seen that hardon of yours?”
“Yeah. She did.”
“And you still don’t think she wants it?”
“Okay. what if she does?” I asked as I took my briefs off and tossed them into the locker, leaving me naked except for my socks.
She grinned at me and pushed her panties down and off, then reached for her bra, grinning at me while she took the last of her clothes off. “Oh, nothing really. Except that right now she’s probably jealous of me, because after dinner I’m going to ask you to take me somewhere and make love to me.”
“Which I will happily do!” I said as she stepped into her high heels. I bent down and put my shoes into the cubby, leaving me in only my socks as two more couples walked into the changing room.
Trish quickly turned away and covered her breasts and pussy, blushing brightly. I heard her take a deep breath and then look at me. She tilted her head up, almost in defiance, and dropped both arms. “I’m ready,” she said shakily. I grinned at her, closed the little locker door and locked it. I picked up the table card and then wrapped an arm around her waist to lead her to the exit door while the other two couples undressed, seemingly uncaring if we saw them naked or not.
“This way,” she topless waitress said, taking the little metal card from me and walking across the room. It wasn’t the same table that Donna and I had been at, but it was very close. A small rectangular table with two chairs, lit only by a candle in the middle of the table and the diffuse light from a hanging fixture several feet above the table. I pulled the chair out for Trish, lay the little towel that was hanging on the back of the chair across it waited for her to sit. Once she was settled, I took my seat only one corner around the table from where she sat so we were close together, rather than across the table from each other. The waitress set down two menus and waited for our drink order before retreating.
“God my pussy is soaking wet,” Trish hissed. “If I had to walk across that room much farther, I’m not sure I could have.”
“Why? Were you going to chicken out?”
Trish looked both ways and then leaned toward me. “No! I think I’d have climaxed, right there!” she hissed softly.
“You’re turned on by this? Being naked like this in public?”
“God, I’d have never thought so, but yes, very much so!”
I leaned back and smiled, learning something about Trish that I hadn’t known before. It certainly explained a lot of her behavior over the years, and why she seemed to always get playful at the lake, even when Nancy was still around, and why her bikinis always seemed to be small with a propensity for slipping out of place. All this time I’d thought they were teases aimed at me. Now I understood, they were partly aimed at herself.
“So you’re enjoying this?”
“Very much! Thank you!” she said with a huge smile. “So what should we eat?”
“Well, I know what I’m having for desert. It’s the main course I need to figure out,” I said, reaching for her knee under the table and squeezed it slightly, making her blush.
“You wouldn’t. Not in public, would you?”
“Not only would I, I think I will.”
The waitress brought our drinks and took our food order. I couldn’t help notice that Trish kept glancing at the see-through panties our waitress had on, and her completely shaved pussy. “Do you like that?” she asked once the waitress was gone.
“Like what?”
“The way that looks. With no hair down there.”
“Yeah. I mean I don’t mind your curls. But yeah, it’s kinda sexy like that.”
“I suppose it’d be easier to lick me if I didn’t have all that hair down there, wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah, it would. But again, I don’t mind.”
“No. I know that,” she interrupted. “I just wondered. It seems like a lot of the women that I’ve seen walking around here have it all gone or really trimmed small. I just wondered if guys like that kind of thing.”
I reached out and gently took her hand. “Trish, you don’t have to change yourself to something you think I want. That isn’t going to work. You just be you and if you and I are made to be together, it’ll work. Okay?”
“Well, after your date with Donna, well, I feel like maybe I’m already on the outside.”
“And Donna is wining the contest?”
“Something like that.”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“If you want.”
“Just between the two of us?”
“Okay,” she said with a shrug.
“I think I might be in love with a very special, sexy, sensual, loving woman. The problem is, that right now I’m very confused because I also have strong feelings for at least one other. And with this silly ‘five dates’ thing, I don’t know who I’m going to be spending the night with down the line. I might find someone else I don’t even know about yet. But there are these two. One I am strongly attached to, and one I think I could love easily. Thing is, there are some stumbling blocks with this other woman that I don’t know if I can get past. It’s gonna take some time to work it out. She knows about those stumbling blocks and is trying to help me past them. I don’t know if it’ll work in the long run though.”
“I’m doing the best I can. I know that she’s tough competition. I mean, she’s younger and sexier, and so good in bed. I’m just a frumpy old woman,” she said with a frown.
“I don’t think I called you a frumpy old woman.”
“No, but I am.”
I shook my head and smiled softly at her. “Honey, you’re a loving, sweet, sexy, sensual woman. Not a frumpy old woman.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“Why would I need to do something like that?”
“Because I have all these faults, stumbling blocks you have to figure out how to get around.”
I chuckled softly. “Lover. Trish. What makes you think you’re the one that has the stumbling blocks?”
“But you said…”
“I said I had one woman I had very strong feelings for and I had another I could easily love.”
“Yeah. You have strong feelings for Donna.”
I shook my head slowly. “No, I could easily love her, if I could get past the stumbling blocks. She might actually be too sexual for me. I don’t feel like I can keep up and I’m afraid that she’d start to regret tying herself to me. No, the woman I have strong feelings for I’ve known for many years. It’s only recently that I’ve learned how strongly she feels for me.”
“Well, I hope you appreciate how she feels. I know how hard it is to be with someone you love and not have it returned.” I just chuckled and shook my head. “What? What’s so funny?”
“I guess I need to spell it out for you. You are the one I have strong feelings for. You’re the one that I didn’t realize was in love with me for all these years. The competition isn’t to convince me that you’re the one for me, the task Nancy laid out is to make sure that if you are the one, that we both know it beyond a shadow of a doubt. And to do that, she’d made it so that I have to see other women and experience other relationships. She knew I’d be tempted to take the easy route and just latch onto the first woman that showed me love. I have no doubt that with what I know about you now, things I didn’t know about six months ago, that your sister knew damn well that you’d have the first shot at me. I think she knew you were in love with me all these years and never said anything. She wants to give us a chance to make sure that I’m in love with you if we end up together.”
“And are you? In love with me?”
“I think I’m learning that love has lots of different facets that I never knew. I think that Donna loves me every bit as much as you do. I see her trying hard to find a place where she can be herself and draw me into her life to enjoy it with her. Things that six months ago would never have crossed my mind to do or try. Okay?” She nodded gently. “Good. Here comes our food.”
The waitress arrived with our food and set the plates on the table. “Anything else I can get for you right now?”
“Actually, yes,” I answered. “I have a question. My girlfriend was admiring your, um, your shaved, um.” I stumbled, suddenly not sure how to say it without sounding like a letch.
“My shaved pussy?”
“Yeah. That. She wondered just how much guys liked that, compared to having some amount of hair down there.”
She pulled her apron around her waist so that her entire front was exposed and then pulled the little see-through panties down. “Wanna feel it?” she asked Trish. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I’ve been touched plenty of other places.”
Trish reached out and stroked her fingers across the young woman’s bare mound. “So guys like this?”
“Some love it. Some prefer a little hair down there. Mostly I think guys like it because it makes us look younger. Little girl fantasies I think,” she whispered conspiratorially, using her hand to coax Trish’s fingers between her legs. “But I don’t keep it like this for the guys, I keep it like this for my girlfriend.”
“Really!?” Trish asked in surprise.
She smiled back at Trish. “Had a few guys enjoy it, but Sammy is really who I shave it for. Honestly, I wouldn’t be in a hurry to shave it off if you don’t need to. It’s a lot of maintenance. Think of your legs. How often do you need to shave them? Well, you gotta do this twice as much,” she said as I watched Trish gently stroke her fingers between the young woman’s lips.
“Thank you,” I said.
“If you wanna closer look, I can get off for a little while around eight,” she said with a wink before reaching out and stroking one finger across Trish’s breast and across her nipple. “I wouldn’t mind getting off, if you know what I mean.”
“I think I do,” I answered, surprised by the sudden change in situation. “We’ll think about it.”
She fixed her panties, grinning at Trish the whole time, and then blew each of us a kiss while walking away.
“Did that young lady just proposition us?”
“She definitely did,” I answered. “You wanna take her up on it?”
“NO! Definitely NOT!” Trish said. Then, looking curiously at me. “Do you?”
“Might be interesting to see what she does with you.”
“With me?”
I chuckled and cut into my steak. “Notice she didn’t offer for me to touch her?”
“No she, wait, you mean?”
“Uh huh,” I said around my bite of food.
“Ohmygod,” she whispered. “And I was touching her body?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“But it might have given her the wrong idea.”
“Honey, she just made a pass at you. She already has the wrong idea about us!”
I continued to eat, and Trish started eating as well. The young, little waitress, Elaine, by what was embroidered on her waitress apron, stopped by frequently to make sure we had everything we needed, mostly asking Trish and paying extra attention to her when she came by. One time, even bending down to pick up a dropped napkin, taking time to lean in and kiss one of Trish’s nipples as she did. Yeah, she was definitely interested in Trish. I was almost tempted to find out just how interested she was. When we were finished and waiting for the young woman to bring the check, I leaned over table toward Trish. “Well? Should we find invite her to go upstairs with us?”
“Upstairs?”
“Yeah. I told you Donna took me to a dance club? Well, this is the one. Same attire as down here. Only difference is they don’t serve food and you can do pretty much anything you want as long as it’s consensual. Everything from dancing to, well, whatever you might want to do with another person, in public or in a bedroom.”
“What did YOU do up there?”
“More than I was comfortable with,” I admitted. “Let’s leave it at that.”
“I don’t want some strange guy hitting on me.”
“Don’t worry, I can take care of that. But you might have strange women hitting on you.”
“I’m not sure I want that either.”
“Better decide soon. Here she comes.”
“Donna would go, wouldn’t she?”
“Donna?”
“She’d say yes, wouldn’t she?”
“Oh yeah. Without a doubt,” I answered with a nod while the little waitress stopped by our table.
“Will there be anything else? Anything at all?” she asked suggestively, standing next to where Trish was sitting. As I watched she let her right hand reach down nonchalantly and gently stroke a finger across Trish’s left nipple again. “It’s my break time and if you wanted, I could let you get a closer look at what we discussed earlier,” she said very quietly.
I looked at the waitress and then at a very nervous Trish. “I think that’d be a really good idea. That way she can decide if she want’s it shaved off or not.” I answered the young woman.
Trish took a breath and then looked up at the young lady. “What about my boyfriend?”
She grinned and stepped away from Trish so she could look down at my lap and my very obviously hard dick. “I think I can arrange something. Let me go let Marissa know I’m going on break, then we can pop upstairs for a few minutes.”
“I think that’s a perfect idea,” I agreed. “Since it’s only a break, we probably don’t have a lot of time.”
“Fifteen minutes,” she said with a grin. “Meet me in the changing room as soon as you can.” With that she walked away.
“Well, looks like you have a date,” I said as I got up.
“I don’t know what the hell you were thinking,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.”
“Donna wouldn’t back out, would she?”
“Nope.”
“Then neither am I. It’s just that, well, I’ve never had sex with another woman,” she whispered as she stepped through the door that I was holding open, leading into the changing room.
“First time? For real?” the waitress, Elaine asked with raised eyebrows. She stepped over to Trish and slipped right up against her, wrapping her arms around Trish’s body to pull them together, their tits pressed tightly together. She leaned slowly into Trish and pressed her lips to Trish’s in a long, wet kiss, that Trish resisted at first, and then slowly softened to share equally in. After almost a minute or more, the two were wetly kissing each other in an erotic embrace that had my cock bouncing with my heartbeat. I watched as Elaine’s hands began kneaded Trish’s butt cheeks as they kissed, clearly getting much more excited by the moment.
Elaine broke the kiss and the two of them stood there panting for a few moments. “Okay. Now I need your face between my legs.”
“What about Michael?”
“Honey, you make me climax and then he’s welcome to use my pussy until my break is over, but I plan on licking you the whole fucking time, no matter how many times I make you climax.”
“I hope I can do this,” Trish whispered as Elaine pulled her by the hand toward the door leading upstairs. I followed along, and we all exited into the club. Trish stopped and stared at all the obvious sex going on, blushing so brightly that a blind man could see it. I expected Elaine to go to the little table and get bracelets, but she pulled Trish’s hand and walked right past it, drawing Trish along to one of the large, almost six- foot-long padded benches.
“Don’t we need armbands?” I asked as I followed.
“Uh uh. Only if you want to advertise. If you don’t have one on it means you’re a private couple.”
“Shit,” I whispered to myself. “Donna, I might just have to smack your ass when I see you again.”
“What’s that?” Elaine asked as she coaxed Trish to lay on the padded bench on her back.
“Nothing,” I answered as I watched her climb onto the bench over Trish, holding herself on her hands and knees with their heads in opposite directions.
“I’ve never done this,” Trish said with clear trepidation in her voice I could hear even over the loud music.
“You know what feels good on you? Just do the same thing on me,” Elaine said as she spread her knees apart and lowered her pussy toward Trish’s face. She reached down and pushed Trish’s legs apart and lowered her face to her pussy.
I felt a pair of hands reach around me, pulling me back against a soft body that was, surprisingly, not naked. One of the woman’s hands reached down to my hard dick and wrapped around it. “You look like you need something to keep you busy while Elaine is busy on your friend.”
I twisted around enough to see that the woman behind me was Marissa. She had on the long black body dress she’d had on when we walked in. “Aren’t you supposed to be naked?”
“Trust me, that’s coming,” she whispered. “When Elaine said she was coming up here on break I wondered who she’d coaxed into this. I never would have expected it was you and your date.”
“Um, yeah. Trish is trying to prove she can be everything Donna is,” I answered with a frown.
“Well, let’s not waste the time then,” she said, pulling me to the closest sofa. She pushed me back so I was sitting and then pulled the dress up and off. She pulled off her high heels and then pushed her panties down, leaving her naked except for her black stockings. She grinned at me and crawled onto the sofa, one knee on either side of me. She grasped my dick and aimed it at her pussy and quickly settled down on me. “God damn! I wanted to do this the other day so bad. Shit it feels good! Does it feel good for you too sweetie?”
“Oh yeah,” I groaned as she slid her sopping wet pussy down over my shaft. Her ass barely touched my legs and she started to bounce on me. I reached for her bouncing D-cup tits and grasped them, letting her lean toward me so I could suck one of her nipples.
“We don’t have much time. Just a quickie, so let’s just make each other come,” she moaned as I nibbled her nipple. “Oh yeah. That’s it sweetie. Tease my boobies. God, I love having them played with.”
“Mmmmmmph,” I grunted around her nipple as she bounced harder on my lap, driving down hard and fast on my shaft. I’d been turned on since we got to the restaurant, considering if I should bring Trish up here for sex, and now, here I was, sucking another woman’s tits while she bounced on me, Trish lying under yet a different woman, having her first lesbian sexual experience. I couldn’t see Trish’s face, but I could see Elaine’s body wiggling and bucking over Trish. I guess Trish was figuring it out just fine.
Elaine, for her part, seemed to be licking Trish’s pussy with abandon and had one arm wrapped around one of Trish’s thighs so she could push a finger in and out of Trish’s vaginal depths. The sight of the two going at it seemed to just push my own excitement even higher. Marissa was moaning and grunting with each impact onto my legs, her ass slapping a loud rhythmic beat that I could hear over the music.
“Oh fuck. Ohhhhhh fuck yes. God I’m going to come. Come with me. Come with me honey! Fill me with your cum!” Marissa moaned as she slammed down on me over and over. I could feel her pussy clenching around me as she drove down on me, my own orgasm building as she rode me. Up and down she slid, caressing my shaft and my engorged head. I pulled my face from her tits and let them go, wanting to watch her large soft tits bounce inches from my face.
“Oh god. Oh god. I’m coming. Oh god. I’m cooooommmmiiiinnnnggg!” she practically screamed as she tried to stay bouncing on me, driving hard down onto my shaft. I felt her pussy clench again around me, this time squeezing hard as she lost her coordination, still moving, but no longer nearly as rhythmically.
I heard another voice, this one very familiar, crying out that she was coming as well. I looked over at Trish and to my surprise, saw Elaine pull her face away from Trish’s pussy just as Trish stiffened and a huge spray of her juices arched out from between her legs.
“Oh god.” I grunted at the sight, my own body jerking and pumping cum deep in Marissa. Time and again my body jerked and I felt cum lance up into her as she sat on me, grinding herself down against me, her pussy convulsing as she trembled on my lap and dick.
“Oh shit.” I grunted as I watched Elaine’s face, clearly climaxing as well on Trish’s face. I sat there, watching the two of them panting and still shuddering with their own climaxes.
“Well, for someone who hasn’t ever done this before, you did one hell of a job!” Elaine panted as she lifted off of Trish’s face and body. She climbed off and turned around, kneeling on the bench again. She leaned down and the two shared a long cum-covered kiss. “I have to go back to work, but I wouldn’t mind doing this with you again some time.”
“Yeah. I’d have to think about it,” Trish answered.
“I gotta go,” she said again before standing up and looking at Marissa and I. “Guess you two had some fun too, huh? Thanks for the use of your girlfriend,” Elaine said as she stepped to me. She leaned over and gave me a kiss. I could smell and taste Trish’s cum on her face as we kissed, and then she was gone, heading back down to work.
“I gotta go too,” Marissa said from my lap. “You gonna stay?”
“No. This was supposed to be a kinda date dinner with Trish. A thank-you for helping out and getting all my groceries.”
“Well, maybe we’ll see each other again at Donna’s,” she said as she climbed off my dick, our combined cum leaking down out of her. “Nice load! I’ll be enjoying this one all evening!”
“So it seems,” I answered as she pulled her panties on and then went to work on pulling her dress back on. She leaned over me, kissed me softly on the lips and then headed out the way Elaine had a few moments before.
“Damn,” Trish said as she plopped down on the sofa next to me and cuddled up to me. “Donna does this shit all the time?”
“From what she tells me,” I answered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against me.
“I can’t. This isn’t me,” she said quietly. “I mean, I did it, but I wouldn’t say it was something I’d want to do often.”
“I don’t think I asked you to.”
“No, but if my competition is, shouldn’t I try and do it too?”
I pulled her to me and kissed her on the lips, tasting Elain’s cum on her lips. “I love that you thought you had to try, but I’d much rather you just be you. Come on. Let’s go home where we can be alone and out of this loud music.”
It took us ten minutes to dress and head out the door. We were home in just under an hour and the two of us showered and headed to bed where we made love with each other before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
I startled awake, breathing hard from a dream. I felt her against me, the two of us spooned against each other, our bare skin pressing against each other. I felt her soft breast in my hand and her hard nipple pressed to my palm. She was stroking the back of my hand as it cupped her breast, gently whispering that it would be alright, it was just a dream. It took my brain long seconds in the early morning light to wake enough and grasp reality to realize that this part, wasn’t a dream, and as much as it felt and smelled and even sounded like my wife against me, it wasn’t and it never would be again. Having Trish with me like this was hard. It made me think so much of Nancy and how much I missed her. Sometimes it was overwhelming. Eventually, I hoped, that overwhelming feeling would fade.
We lay quietly for a while and then got up, the alarm not having gone off yet, but close enough that it didn’t matter. I needed another shower from the sweat that the dream had poured out of me, making the sheets damp under me. Trish came with me to the shower, gently washing and stroking me, her lips kissing gently, softly, lovingly my chest and neck and face periodically. I could see that she did indeed love me. I just wished I understood what it was I was feeling for her. Was it love for her? Or was it love for how much she felt and looked like my wife?
We dried off, I shaved and then we both dressed for work. We made our lunches together and she cooked some breakfast for us. We sat after we’d eaten, sipping coffee and just looking at each other. “So, what do you have planned tonight?” she asked softly.
“Actually, I need to go see Elizabeth after dinner.”
“Elizabeth? Do I know her?”
“She’s the head of the electrical department at work. She wants to have a private conversation with me, away from work.”
“Oh?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
It didn’t take much to guess what she was thinking. “No, not that. Remember I told you that when I got up at Donna’s there were women having sex out on the patio? Well, Elizabeth was one of them. I didn’t know it right away, but we each got more than an eyeful of each other. I’m guessing she wants to make sure I’m not going to spill her secret.”
“Her secret?”
“That she’s bi. She’s married and was there having sex with another woman. I doubt her husband knows. That’s my guess at least.”
“Oh, well, I can see why she might want that conversation away from work.”
“Yeah, me too. Not that she has anything to worry about. I don’t mess with married women.”
“Oh? What about Sarah?”
“Uh, well, I guess that was an exception,” I agreed. “I didn’t know it until after we started. I guess I should say I don’t intentionally mess with married women. Definitely NOT going to do that with someone at work. Can you imagine the scandal if someone found out we were having an affair? Anyway, I’m not looking for short term hookups, right?”
“Right.” She nodded. She got up from the table and stepped around to me. She pushed my wheeled chair away from the table and sat in my lap, putting her arms around me. She leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. “Besides. If you need a quick fuck, you got this old woman’s body any time you want it.”
I chuckled. “I don’t think that young lady last night thought you were an old woman. In fact, I’d say she was quite attracted to you.”
“Well, we won’t go there again. I might be tempted to try something like that again in a much more private setting, if you really wanted me to, but that wasn’t for me. Not in that public of a setting.”
“No, it’s not me either,” I agreed.
“I suppose we need to go to work?”
“Probably, before you get me all turned on and I have to start undressing you again.”
“You can undress me any time you want,” she whispered before leaning down to kiss me again. She broke the kiss and stood up and we both finished getting ready and off to work.
I saw Elizabeth in the hallway twice that day and once in a meeting. All three times she was extremely professional and, if anything, even a little more standoffish than usual. I wondered if that was because of our upcoming meeting or if she was concerned that I would let something slip. Either way, I figured we’d get it sorted out that night.
I got home from work just a little after Trish. She was still wearing the dress she had worn to work and was at the kitchen counter, working on dinner. I had to admit, she looked damn good standing there in that short red dress. I wondered briefly if she enjoyed the higher hemline she had started wearing as much as I did. I stepped behind her and gripped her hips. I pulled her back toward me, getting a surprised squeal from her. I stepped back, pulling her to the island and then turned her around. I pulled her around between the counter and me, and then lifted her butt onto the edge of the island. She giggled as I pushed her skirt up her thighs until it was bunched around her waist. I reached for her legs and lifted her thighs, tipping her back so she had to lie back on the granite counter top as I lifted and spread her legs.
I bent down and gently kissed the crotch of her little red panties, kissing her pussy through the material for several long hot kisses before I teased the crotch to the side and planted one of those kisses on her bare lips.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as I teased her lips with my tongue. I felt her lift and spread her legs wider for me as I licked and teased her lips, her growing wetness sweet as I worked my tongue deeper between her soft flowery lips. I found her clit with the tip of my tongue and received an appreciative gasp as I flicked across it. “I don’t know what you’ve been thinking about all day, but honey, if this is because of that, I hope you keep thinking it all the time!” she practically moaned as I licked and flicked her hard clit. I knew she was cooking and we didn’t have a lot of time, but for some reason I really wanted to make her climax. I wasn’t worried about me at that moment, I wanted to make her come, and it didn’t take too long before I received my reward for my attentions.
“God damn,” she panted as I gently kissed her pussy and stroked her thighs as her orgasm faded. “That was a surprise.”
“I hope you liked it.”
“I did. A lot!” she breathed. “But if you don’t let me down, dinner is going to be both late and ruined.”
“Yes ma’am,” I answered, pulling her panties off of her butt and sliding them up her legs that were still sticking in the air. I let her lower her legs and helped her off the counter, tucking the red panties in my pocket. “Souvenir!” I grinned as she looked as me with her eyebrow cocked inquisitively.
“Hmmmm. Maybe when you get back later I’ll have to collect one.”
“I welcome it,” I answered with a grin.
“Good. Now get your butt out of here and let me cook,” she said with a grin, slapping my butt as I walked out of the room, not unlike the way my wife used to do to chase me out.
—o—
It was thirty-five minutes from my house to Elizabeth’s. I was a little nervous, not sure if her husband was home or not, or even if he was expected soon. I purposely avoided any questionable interactions with married women for two reasons. First I never wanted my wife to question if I was being unfaithful or not, and second, I didn’t want to end up on the wrong side of an angry husband. These days that could be fatal. Even though I was now single, I didn’t need the husband thing. I knocked on the door and Elizabeth answered it. She had on a wrap-around pale yellow dress and yellow high heels that she hadn’t been wearing at work. “Michael!” she said cheerfully as she opened the door further to allow me in.
“Elizabeth,” I said as I walked in. She closed the door behind me and I followed her to the living-room. “So, I guess you wanted to talk outside of work about, well, what I saw at Donna’s?”
“That’s perceptive of you. That’s what I like about working with you. You manage to cut through the fluff and find the root of the problem,” she said as she sat down in a large overstuffed chair across the coffee table from where I had settled on the large sofa.
“If you’re worried that I’ll spread the word around that you were having sex with another woman, you don’t have to worry. I wouldn’t tell anyone. Its actually none of my business who you have sex with.”
“Actually, I wasn’t worried. I wanted to explain, and well, that was why I asked you to come.”
“You don’t have to explain. That’s between your husband and you.”
“I always knew you were a gentleman. How many years have we worked together now? Four? Five?”
“Something like that.”
“And all these years, I’ve seen you look at me, without looking like you are. I know you enjoyed what you saw of me, but you never made any attempt to push it beyond looking.”
“Wasn’t my place. You were married. I was married,” I said with a shrug.
“And now you aren’t, but you still haven’t done more than subtly look.”
“You’re still married.”
“What if I wasn’t?” she asked, a little hitch in her voice that made me look at her face a lot closer.
“I’m not sure. You’re still wearing a wedding ring.”
“I am. That’s true,” she said with a nod. “If I told you something, would you keep it between us? I mean, no one can ever know.”
“Elizabeth, I’m not sure I’m the person to be telling your deepest darkest secrets too.”
“Actually, I really need to tell you, otherwise you won’t understand the rest of what I have to say.”
I took a deep breath. “And you’re not worried this could affect our working relationship?”
“Michael, if seeing each other naked, and me climaxing with another woman… if that didn’t, I don’t think this will. I think you’re too nice of a guy to let that happen.”
“Okay, shoot.”
“Way back when I was in school, I was still a virgin. I know, a college virgin now is extraordinary, but back then, when we were in school, it wasn’t so unusual. I was going out with this guy, Tom. He seemed nice. We’d messed around a little, even had oral sex once. We went to a party and I had more to drink than I should have and when he started getting amorous, well, let’s just say he did more than I wanted.”
“So he raped you?”
“I didn’t call it that at the time, but essentially, yes. Anyway, I was a virgin. I wasn’t on anything and sure as shit, I got pregnant. His parents made us get married. For years everything was okay. I mean, sex was; it was always about his needs, never mine. After some years he started wanting more. By that I mean, he wanted me to participate in three way sex and that sort of thing. I knew he wasn’t being faithful, but I put up with it so our daughter would have two parents. Then he started bringing home his buddies and making me allow then to have sex with me. He wanted to watch them having sex with me and then he’d make me suck him off while whoever it was, came in my pussy, or ass or wherever he wanted. It was horrible I felt humiliated but I kept letting him do it because of our daughter.”
I shook my head at the revelation, realizing quickly that her husband was a user and didn’t ever really love her.
“I came home one day and found my daughter naked with several of her friends in the living room having sex. I wouldn’t have been nearly as upset except the man they were having sex with was my husband. Apparently he’d been having sex with our daughter and her friends for quite some time. Of course I told him to get out and that I was going to turn him over to the police, since she admitted that it started while she was under age. But she told me that if he left she would leave, a nd if I called the police she’d tell them I made it all up. Needless to say I was in a no win position. I threw him out and she went with him. I haven’t seen her since. She refuses to see me. She isn’t old enough yet to understand.”
“He was clearly a manipulator,” I said quietly. “But I don’t understand what this has to do with me. I mean, I won’t tell anyone what you told me, but what can I do?”
“I met Donna at that club. I was trying to get laid. Actually, I didn’t need to try too hard. But it didn’t make me feel better. It was just another guy fucking me for his own benefit,” she said, looking down at her lap.
“Still. Who you have sex with. I’m not going to judge you.”
“I still wear the ring, but the divorce was final about eight months ago.”
“Alright. Still, what can I do?”
She stood up and in moments she’d untied the dress and slipped it off. She stood there in nothing but high heels, looking at me. I could see her eyes were glistening with tears. “I want you to make love to me. Not like those men at the club, or those assholes my husband brought home. I’ve listened to Donna, how you were with her that first time at the campsite. How you treated her like how it made her feel mattered, how it felt to her like how her climax was, was more important to you than your own. God, that woman is so in love with you. I want to feel that, I want to feel someone make love to me. I want to make love with a man I choose, not someone chosen by circumstances or someone else. I asked Donna. She said she was fine with it.”
I sat there, stunned, staring at her.
“I’m not asking for a long term relationship. I mean, Donna explained it all to me. All I want is for one time to be treated like a desirable woman, not a thing to use. She says you make her feel that way every time you’re together. Even that first time, when she was using you as a thing to fuck. I want to feel, to feel, I don’t know, I’m stupid. You don’t really have any feelings for me, and here I am using you like I was used,” she said, sitting down in the chair and putting her face in her hands. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea.”
I could see she was hurting and I knew it. My wife said my biggest failing was that sometimes I was too understanding. She worried that some day I’d ‘understand’ myself into a compromising situation. But what could I do. I could see the pain and anguish in her eyes as she started to tear up. I moved from the sofa over to her. I pulled her hand to stand her up and drew her back to the sofa with me. I eased her down to the sofa with me, having her settle to sitting next to me. I wrapped my arms around her and drew our bodies tother, coaxing her toward me. She leaned over until I was holding her, her back to my chest, lying over my lap. I could feel her tears dripping from her face onto my arm. I truly felt sorry for what she had gone through. She had to be a strong woman to put up with all that and still look, every day, like nothing in the world was wrong.
“I’m sorry Michael. I shouldn’t have asked. I shouldn’t have dumped all this on you. I just thought. I just thought maybe you’d be able to…”
“Shhhh,” I said, hugging her to me, “it’s alright.”
“You looked so good out there, on that patio. God, you looked so good. I’ve seen my share of naked men. But the way you looked at me. It was almost as if, well, as if I wasn’t an object. You looked into me instead of at me, even though I was ranting at you about being out there naked, demanding to know what you were doing there, when you had every right to be there.”
“Sounds like you’ve gone through some tough stuff,” I whispered, moving a hand to her head to stroke her hair.
“I’ve never had sex with anyone that really cared about me. Never had a man make love to me as if I was a woman, and not an object. Even Tom, that first night. It wasn’t because he loved me. It was just to get his rocks off. He didn’t really care about how it felt for me or even if I wanted to do it. It was all about him. Donna is so lucky.”
“Shhhh.”
“When you look at me at work, what are you thinking? I see you look at me. Not just as a passing thing, but I mean really look at me. Monday, I felt like you were seeing me completely naked. It made my pussy tingle. I was so turned on for you. Did you see my hands shaking when I slipped you the note? It was all I could do to not stand there and grab you and kiss you. I went to the ladies room and the crotch of my panties was soaking wet. Why do you do that to me? Why do you make me want you so much? You don’t have to answer. I know you don’t think of me that way. It’s just me being silly. I’m sorry I’m babbling like this. I don’t even know why I am.”
“I really turn you on that much just looking at you?” I asked in a whisper, a little surprised at the revelation.
“You have for a long time. I knew you were married. I wasn’t going to mess that up, but I wanted you. Even when we were just meeting, you always treated me with respect. Like it didn’t matter that I was a woman, I was important because of what my mind did. And at the same time, I felt like I wanted you to undress me and kiss me all over. I don’t know why. Maybe it was because you did treat me with respect, not like Tom. I mattered to you as a person. I was a co-worker, but also a friend. You always had time to talk if I wanted to chat. You never chased me away, even when I knew you were busy. So many times I wanted to walk into your office and drop my dress for you, let you see me, have you take me. And then, there you were, naked, and what did I do? I ran and put on my dress! I should have just walked over and begged you to make love with me right there, and what did I do? Hide my body from you.”
“Maybe you were afraid me seeing you naked would change how I think of you.”
“Maybe,” she whispered. “Will it? Will it change how you think of me?”
“I don’t see why it should,” I answered. “You’re a beautiful and sexy woman. You have a tantalizing mind and at least at work, a happy personality. Just because we’ve seen each other naked, why does it have to change what we think of each other.”
She rolled over in my arms so she was lying face up, my left arm supporting her shoulders and my right wrapped around her. Her soft tits were completely exposed to me as she lay with her back on my lap. “You see? That’s exactly what I mean. You say those sweet things and it makes me melt inside. I shouldn’t have dropped all this on you, all the shit my life threw at me. But I wanted you to know. I wanted you to know what kind of relationship I’ve had. I didn’t want you to think that I was something i’m not. I’ve never felt comfortable telling anyone any of this.”
“I’m sure it was hard. I’m glad there’s at least one person you can open up to,” I whispered.
She smiled slightly, and worked my right arm out from around her until my hand was in hers. She drew my hand up to her chest and placed my hand on her bare breast. “You have my permission to do anything you want,” she whispered.
I shook my head slowly. “It wouldn’t be any different than what your husband did to you. It’d be taking advantage of you,” I whispered. I could see her eyes glisten again, clearly tearing up before she nodded. She started to push up to sit up and I pressed my hand to her chest to push her back down again. “I wouldn’t turn down a kiss if you wanted to kiss me.”
She looked at me and wrapped an arm around my neck to pull herself up and me down toward her. She tentatively kissed me, her lips touching mine for a moment before pulling away. She held her face inches from mine for a few moments and then pulled us together again, this time longer. I kissed her back as she gently pressed her soft lips to mine. I held her to me, supporting her back with my left arm, my right hand still pressed to her bare breast. I let my thumb gently stroke her bare skin as we kissed, feeling her nipple harden against my palm. I let my hand move so my thumb could stroke her nipple. I felt her kiss grow wetter and softer, her breath pushing into my mouth as we kissed, her lips sucking mine and her tongue tentatively pushing into my mouth. I let my hand slide slowly down her body, feeling her spread her legs as my fingers stroked across her stomach and then her curl covered mound.
She continued to kiss me, little moans escaping into my mouth as my fingers dipped between her legs and stroked her very wet pussy lips. I let my fingers tease between them, finding the entrance to her depths and then stroking up to find her hard clit. She moaned more loudly into my mouth as I stroked across and around her hard little nub. I split my concentration between the kiss we continued to share and my attentions to her pussy, trying my hardest to provide her a gentle but intense orgasm. I wanted it to be satisfying without feeling urgent or needy.
“Oh god Michael. I want you so badly,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine as she spoke.
“Just relax and enjoy it,” I whispered back before she pressed her lips softly to mine again. I stroked her clit and occasionally pushed my finger all the way down and into her depths, working her climax closer by the moment. I knew her orgasm was getting close to peaking as she pressed her lips to mind harder, more urgently. She finally broke the kiss, pulling her chest hard to mine as she gasped and shuddered, my finger stroking her clit, pushing her over the edge. Her whole body trembled and shuddered as she held tightly to me.
Finally her grip loosened and she released away from me. I stopped stroking her clit and let my fingers just gently caress her even wetter lips. “Let me make you come,” she whispered.
“Uh uh. This was for you. I’m not going to take advantage of you. You shared with me something you needed to share. I’m glad you did. What I did was for you. A gift. I don’t expect anything back.”
“Donna said you were one of a kind,” she whispered.
“I don’t know about that.”
“She does,” she whispered. “At least if what she’s told me is the truth. After seeing her at that club, I believe it.”
“Well, she is a unique woman,” I agreed.
“She thinks she’s in love with you.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“I don’t think she quite understands the difference between love and love. Not the love like you had with your wife at least. She loves how you make her feel, how she feels around you. But she’s afraid that you wont be able to accept her lifestyle.”
“How do you know?”
“She told me after you left on Saturday. She cried for almost an hour.”
“She did? She didn’t seem unhappy when I left.”
“She didn’t want you to see it. She didn’t want you to know how afraid she was that after taking you to the club that you wouldn’t want to be with her anymore. I don’t know. Maybe she does understand love more than I think she does.”
“Love is a hard subject. I’m not even sure what it means anymore.”
“Oh, that I doubt. You do. You had it with your wife. I watched your eyes when you talked about her at work, when I’d ask what you did that weekend and you’d tell me. I saw in your eyes how much it mattered to you. I wish someone would look that way when they talked about me.”
“Well, now that you’re out of that relationship, maybe you can find someone that will.’
“You might find this scary, and I don’t want to lose you as a friend. God, I need a good friend right now. But I wish that someone was you. Do you think there’s a chance, even a little one, for us?”
I hadn’t ever really considered it. We were friends at work. She’d always turned my wife and I down when I tried to invite her and her husband over for dinner or a bar-b-que, but now I understood why. Was there a chance for us to be more than friends? “I’m not going to say no, I just don’t know. Maybe?”
“Would it ruin our friendship if I tried?”
“If you tried what?”
“Being more than a friend?”
I chuckled softly. “You’re lying naked in my arms, after I just made you climax, and you want to know if it’d hurt our friendship? Elizabeth, I’m willing to see what happens. Just not tonight. Tonight you need to not be taken advantage of, and I feel like I wouldn’t be any better than your ex was if I made love to you tonight.”
“Call me Lizzy. Elizabeth is too formal. I want you to use my nickname. Please call me Liz or Lizzy,” she whispered.
“Okay, Lizzy,” I answered quietly. She pulled herself back up to kiss me, pressing her chest to mine as she pulled us as tightly together as she could. She kissed me softly for several long minutes before breaking from it. She disengaged herself from me and climbed from the sofa. She held her hand out and I took it.
“Michael, this may sound funny, but I’m going to ask you to go now. Not because I want you to. God knows I want you to stay and to make love to me all night, but I also don’t want to tease you, and right now I want you so badly that I’d do anything to get you to take me. Thank you, for being you,” she said as she used our hands to pull us together. She pressed her whole body to mine as she kissed me again and then stepped back. “Any time you want this, all of me, all you have to do is ask.”
I smiled slightly and leaned toward her, kissed her softly, this time by my choice. She kissed back and then I let go of her and headed away without another word. I let myself out of the house and climbed into my car. I had a lot to think about.
I was almost home when my phone chimed: Donna asking me if I could come to dinner tomorrow. I didn’t know what Trish had planned and waited until I’d gotten home to ask her. Donna texted twice more before I had made a decision, agreeing to come over after work for dinner.
Trish could tell I was turned on when I got home. She didn’t ask why, but instead, took off all her clothes in the living room and rode me until I came deep inside her. Only then did she ask one question. “Do I have competition?”
“I don’t think so. Right now she’s a friend in need.”
“Based on how turned on you were, it must have been some need.”
“I wasn’t going to take advantage of her. That’s really all I can say. I promised not to tell anyone what she told me.”
“I understand. You’ll tell me if that changes, won’t you?”
I pulled her close and kissed her. “You know I will,” I whispered.
“Good. Having one rival is hard enough. I don’t know how I can manage two. By the way. I told the lawyer that you’d completed date two.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“Sure I did. I know you had fun. Just because the date wasn’t with me, doesn’t mean it doesn’t count.”
“Your choice,” I whispered.
—o—
The next day I didn’t have to wait long for Lizzy to come see me. She walked into my office, leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips before thanking me for both what I did and what I didn’t do the night before. She took my hand and pulled it to her stocking-covered leg and then slid it up under her dress, pulling it up until my fingers touched her bare pussy. “Just so you know. One thing Tom wanted was for me to never wear panties so he could play with me anytime he wanted. I stopped doing that after we separated. I’m going to do it again. This time for you. Not because you asked me to, but because I want to. So any time you want to take advantage of it, I want you to know you have my permission. Any time, any place.”
“Thank you,” I answered as she held my hand against her pussy. “I don’t know that this is the right time or place though.”
“Maybe not. But if you want, all you have to do is do it. And yes, it’s what I want, not what I think you are going to demand.”
I nodded in appreciation, stroked her bare pussy lips several times slowly and then withdrew my hand before I got both of us turned on too much. She kissed me again and walked out of the office, stopping at the door and looking both ways down the hall before pulling the rear of her skirt up to flash me her bare bottom before walking the rest of the way out the door. This had the potential for becoming quite playful, a thought that didn’t particularly bother me.
She came by three times that day, each time to give me a kiss and coax me to play with her pussy, the last time sitting right on my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck after moving my hand between her legs. She gave me a long, wet kiss while I gently stroked her pussy under her skirt. I was half tempted to find someplace to take her the next time she came in, but I wasn’t ready to go down that road yet. I wasn’t at all sure that this wasn’t just rebound from her ex, and I had no desire to be someone’s rebound romance. She didn’t come by again before the end of work, and I packed up and headed to Donna’s house for dinner. I had no idea what to expect, except maybe sex.
Donna answered the door in a very sexy little green and white polka-dot dress that came to the middle of her thighs and had a deep V of cleavage that dipped well below her breasts, precluding the wear of any kind of bra. She pulled me to her and hugged me tightly before kissing me eagerly. I could feel her nipples harden against my chest as I squeezed her sexy butt through the dress.
“Damn, I missed you,” she whispered as she broke the kiss. “I hope we get a chance to have some good sex later.”
“Me too,” I agreed with a grin. “How about right now?”
“Ohhhhhh. Tempting. But we’re not alone.”
“No?”
“Uh uh. Come on. I want you to meet some friends of mine.” I hoped that it wasn’t going to be some sex thing again. As much as I really really liked Donna, I wasn’t ready for sex orgies. I nodded and let her lead me into the living-room. “This is Eddie, he’s in medical sales. That’s where I know him from. And this is his wife Sandra. She’s a professional photographer.”
I shook hands with Eddie as he was introduced to me. He was maybe forty, looked well trimmed out from frequent exercise and had a pleasant smile. His wife stepped to me, and took my hand as I offered it. She was, well, a knockout. She had a little oriental history in her blood for sure, but otherwise she was my height in her high heels, maybe even an inch or two taller. Her body had incredible curves in all the right places with a chest that was smaller than Donna’s but not by a whole hell of a lot. I guessed she was a double or triple D. Her breasts wiggled freely inside the cream-colored dress she wore that only came down to the middle of her thighs. The top was two large, flowing, overlapping triangles of material, held up loosely by a small string looping up around her neck. Her breasts wiggled from side to side as she stepped back, and I could see little peeks of the sides of her creamy breasts as the large triangles shifted with the weight of her breasts. The view was very tantalizing and I had to work to not stare at her chest.
“Dinner is almost ready, If you want to just relax a little while I go finish things off.”
“Why don’t we get to know each other a little better?” Sandra said as she stepped to me again and reached out to slip her arm around my right arm. “I want to know what kind of a man can turn Donna’s head so easily. Other than being striking-looking, that is.”
“Eddie, would you mind taking care of the wine?” Donna asked.
“Sure. Anything in particular?”
“Oh, you pick,” Donna told Eddie as Sandra pulled gently on my arm toward the sofa.
“Sure thing. Back up in a minute,” he said as he headed for the basement stairs.
“Come. Let’s sit,” Sandra said as she guided me to the sofa. “So, Donna tells me you’re an engineer?” she continued as she coaxed me to sit on the sofa and then sat next to me, her hip touching mine as she kept her arm looped in mine as we sat.
“Yeah. Mechanical engineer,” I answered.
“Donna and I have been friends for years. This is the first time she’s made such a fuss over any man. I mean, she’s dated several, but never for long.”
“Well, we haven’t been dating long. Only two weeks or so.”
“True. But I can tell you, you have made some impression on her,” Sandra said softly, her voice soothing and inviting. “From how many times she’s talked to me about you, it feels like a lot longer than two weeks.”
“She talks about me a lot?”
“Oh yes. She’d probably be mad at me for saying it, but she was absolutely sobbing and in tears after taking you to the club. She said she felt like she made a mistake that she couldn’t undo. I told her that she needed to take a breath and if you were the man for her, you’d understand and give her a chance. I’m glad to see that she’s going to get that chance.”
“Well, I really like her. I just don’t know if that kind of lifestyle is my thing.”
“Trust me. I know what you mean. I didn’t love it when I went the first time either. Oh, Eddie thought it was fantastic. So many pussies to fuck. He was like a kid in a candy store. But after two or three guys banging me, it just didn’t feel right, you know what I mean? It was sort of forced. There was no time for emotion or tenderness or gentleness. Those are important for me. Are they for you too?”
“Definitely,” I agreed.
“Donna also told me that you recently lost your wife. I’m guessing you were a one woman man?”
“Pretty much.”
“Pretty much or completely?”
“Completely.” I nodded.
“Ahhhh. I understand. It can be a pretty difficult transition from that to what Donna enjoys.”
“Can I be honest?”
“Of course!”
“I really have come to like her, even in the short time we’ve been seeing each other. But I don’t know if I can ever get used to that kind of life style. I’m trying, because I’d like to know if it can work with her. But it’s a lot to get used to.”
“What part bothers you? Having sex with multiple women, or watching multiple men have sex with your chosen woman?” she asked, turning more toward me, pulling one leg up onto the sofa so her leg was laying on top of mine.
“I’d have to say the second.”
“Mmmmmmm. I see. So having sex with multiple women doesn’t bother you?”
“Actually, until a couple weeks ago, I’d never had sex with another woman since I met my wife. Now it seems like I’m forced to have sex with not only more than one woman, but life seems to be dragging me into a world of sex with more than one woman at the same time.”
“Forced to have sex? I rarely met a man that has to be forced to have sex.”
“Long story,” I said with a shrug.
She twisted more, this time hanging her leg over mine and pressing her left breast to my arm as she leaned closer. “This I absolutely have to hear.”
“Trust me, you don’t.”
“Oh, but I do. You have my curiosity up, in more than one way. Tell me, why are you being forced to have sex with other women?”
“Abridged version. When my wife died, as part of her will, she made my sister-in-law in charge of five dates. She had to certify to the lawyer that I had fun and that it was an overnight date. It was my wife’s way of making sure that I didn’t just curl up and become a hermit.”
“Oh that’s so sweet. But why are you forced. I mean, it seems like if you don’t want too, you could just say no.”
“I couldn’t say no to her when she was alive, there’s no way I could refuse her dying wish!” I said firmly.
She leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek. “That’s maybe the sweetest thing a guy could say. You must have loved her very much.”
“More than anything else in the world.”
“And now, because she asked you, you have to make these five dates, and have sex with other women, even if you don’t really want to. Because she asked you to?”
“Pretty much.”
“And I bet you’re going to actually try, not just pretend, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“So, who was your first date?”
“My wife’s request. My sister-in-law,” I said. “That’s how I met Donna. We were camping and it started to rain and Donna and her friend Sarah sheltered with us.”
“She told me about that. Meeting you that way. She didn’t say who you were camping with. Why your sister-in-law? That seems kind of odd.”
“She’s divorced and she was always telling my wife how lucky she was. She secretly wanted me but wouldn’t ever horn in on her sister’s husband. Now that Nancy is gone, well, she wanted to make sure her sister had a shot.”
“And does she?” I couldn’t really answer. I sat silently, trying to figure out how to answer. “She does. You do have feelings for her, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. No one can control who their heart feels for. It must be hard though, being her sister.”
“It is. I’m having a hard time figuring out if I have feelings because she looks and feels so much like Nancy, or if it’s really Trish that I like.”
“I bet that can be confusing. I suppose Donna is the exact opposite of that then?”
“Pretty much.”
She squeezed my arm. “I envy both Donna and your sister-in-law.”
“Why is that?”
“There’s nothing sexier than a man trying to find out how he feels about you. It makes a woman want to do everything she can to convince him that she’s the one.” She leaned into me a little further, her leg now dangling over my right leg, pushing mine apart.
“Dinner time!” Donna called.
“Ahhh. Good!” Sandra said as she disengaged from me and stood up. She bent over, reaching both hands out for me, one of her breasts slipping into view in the front of her dress as she did. It stuck out sexily at me as she straightened, and then when I let go of her hands, she fixed the dress to cover herself again as if it were nothing at all that she’d just flashed me. “Shall we?” she asked, taking my hand and drawing me toward the kitchen.
Dinner was excellent: some kind of pasta dish I had a hard time concentrating on. Not just because we were sitting at a small square table with Donna sitting just to the left of me, her right breast giving me little glimpses of itself when she moved, but because at the same time Sandra was sitting to my right, using one foot to stroke up and down my calf as we ate and talked. Twice I felt hands on my legs under the table, once Donna’s and the second time Donna’s on my left leg and Sandra’s on my right.
After dinner we sat around the table, drinking coffee and chatting. Well, mostly Donna and Eddie chatted about medical stuff while I sat and listened. “Come on. Let’s go look at the garden,” Sandra suggested, standing up and holding a hand out.
“Sure.” I must have been obviously bored with the discussion. She led me to the living room and pulled a camera out of what I suspected was her oversized purse. She held it out for me. “Would you carry this for me?”
“A camera?”
She smiled. “I’m a professional photographer. I always have a camera,” she said as she looped an arm in one of mine. She led me out of the back of the house onto the patio around the pool. She slowly walked us out onto the grass and started around the gardens, looking at the various flowers and plants. A few times she stopped and took pictures of some and then encouraged me to take a few. By the time we got all the way around the yard, I’d taken a few dozen pictures of various flowers.
“Mostly what I shoot is people,” she admitted when I asked what kind of things she liked to shoot.
“Like weddings and such?”
“Not usually. I shoot mostly professional settings.”
“Like business portraits?”
She giggled girlishly. “No, more like Lingerie models and the like.”
“Ahhhh. I see. Is that hard to do?”
“It can be. Trying to get the right look, the right pose, the right lighting. Every model is different, skin tone and such. It can be a challenge sometimes.”
“You must be good at it?”
“I am. Would you like to try?”
“Oh, I’m not much at taking pictures.”
“Or have you just not had the right model?”
I chuckled. “I did okay with kids pictures at birthdays and such, but that’s about it.”
“Then this is the perfect time to try. Come, let’s see how you do,” she said leading me to one of the lounge chairs on the patio. “So, tell me how you want me to pose.”
“I’ve never done anything like this.”
“That’s okay. Just tell me how you want me. Try to make me look sensuous, attractive, desirable.”
“Um. Sure. Lie down on the chair. Good, now raise your knee. Not that high. A little less. No, more.”
“It’d be a lot easier if you just moved my leg where you wanted it,” she said with a tiny smile. “Or are you afraid to touch me?”
“Um. I don’t want to anyone to misunderstand.”
“You mean like my husband?”
“I mean exactly that.”
“Not to worry. He wont mind, I promise you. Go ahead. Move me how you want me.” I stepped over and gently moved her knee to where I wanted it and then coaxed her to prop herself up on one arm. One of her big, soft tits fell out of her top as I shifted her. “Just put it how you want it. Or leave it out if you want. I used to be a model. I’m not bashful.”
“You want me to take pictures with your boobs hanging out?”
“I think they’re my best attribute. But if you’re too bashful… ” she said, leaving the statement unfinished.
“Let’s not for now,” I said, carefully cupping her breast in one hand and using the other to try and get the dress top to hold it in place. After several attempts I got it to stay in her dress and then stepped back to take a few shots.
“The difference between sensuous and slutty is a fine line,” she said as I considered the next shot. “Don’t be afraid to show my body. Pretend that you want to pose me to make someone looking at the picture want to have sex with me.”
“Okay,” I answered, pulling her skirt up a little further. It slid on its own up her bent leg, exposing her completely bare pussy. “Sorry,” I mumbled, trying to cover her pussy again.
She let me take several pictures and then stood up. “Let’s try this. Why don’t you take some pictures and let me pick the poses. Just focus on selecting the angle and the image you want. I’ll pose for you.”
“Sure,” I said with a shrug. She started striking poses, bent over with her butt pushed out, standing with one foot on the chair and the skirt pulled up her leg to expose her thigh, that kind of thing. She stood, looking at me with a very seductive look, and reached behind her neck, slowly pulling the tie that held the top of the dress up.
“Make sure you take them fast here. You don’t want to miss any of this,” she whispered as she pulled the string and then in the process, pulled the two triangles of the dress top apart. The action slowly exposed her creamy breasts, more of her cleavage showing until her areola started to come into view. She kept pulling until first one nipple and then the other was exposed to me and the camera.
I stopped taking pictures and stood looking at her. “Sandra, I don’t know that we should be doing this.”
“What? Me showing you my boobs?” she asked, holding the dress top apart so I could see her entire chest.
“Yeah. You’re married. I really don’t need to get involved in marital discord,” I said with a frown.
“Is THAT what you’re worried about?”
“Damn straight! I don’t mess with other men’s wives and I wouldn’t expect them to mess with mine.”
“I see,” she said, reaching her hands back behind her neck to fasten her dress in place again. “So it would be alright for us to continue, if, what? He were here to watch?”
“I suppose.”
She nodded. “I’m really enjoying having you shoot me. I haven’t been able to enjoy this for a long time. Would you be comfortable with us doing this if Eddie came out and watched us? That way he could object to anything he didn’t like.”
I thought a second. I almost felt like I was being set up, given what I knew about Donna and her penchant for sexual couplings. “Okay,” I agreed.
She smiled and walked to the kitchen door. She stepped in and in a few moments back out again with her husband and Donna following. “Sandra tells me you’re worried that I’ll object to you taking some pictures of her?” Eddie said as he stepped out.
“Pictures of her undressing or undressed,” I said. “Yeah, I am.”
“It’s nothing she hasn’t done before. She used to be a lingerie model. I guess thousands of guys have seen her boobs in different lingerie. I’m fine with it. But if you want me here, we can sit out here with you. I’d have thought that it would make you more nervous than anything.”
“It might,” I agreed, holding the camera out toward Sandra. “But really, I don’t need to do this.”
“Are you having fun?” he asked.
“Actually, yeah. I am.”
“Then go ahead. Have fun. We’ll just watch,” he said as he walked to chair near the back of the house and settled into it.
Donna walked up to me and gave me a kiss, pushing my hand with the camera back toward my chest. “Go ahead. I don’t mind,” she whispered before walking to were Eddie settled and sat in a chair near his.
“So, we can keep going now?” Sandra asked.
“I guess so,” I answered with a shrug.
“Good,” she smiled. “Now where were we? Oh yeah,” she added, untying the string again and pulling the top back apart to expose her breasts. “Let’s just keep going from here.”
I watched her lower the top and then use her fingers to tease her nipples, before sliding her hands under each large round breast, cupping and lifting them almost as if she were offering them to me. She lifted one high enough to suck her own nipple for a few moments, looking at me the whole time, as if to ask if I wanted to be doing it instead of her. She let go of her tits and went back to the dress, slowly working it down her body, pushing it lower and lower until her bare mound was showing and then, almost in an instant, the dress was sliding down her legs, completely exposing her.
She stepped out of the dress and then moved slowly, letting me take picture after picture with the digital camera, as she moved onto the lounge chair, finally lying on it, lifting one leg and exposing her pussy. “I think you need to come help me,” she said softly.
“Sure,” I said as I stepped to her. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to suck on my nipple. Make it really hard and then take a picture of it standing up, glistening with your saliva so it’s obvious it was being sucked on.”
“But don’t you want Eddie to do that?”
“He could, but he sucks them all the time. I wouldn’t mind if you did it. He won’t mind either.”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you afraid to? I didn’t think you were the bashful type.”
“I’m not. I just think…” She frowned at me, stopping my statement. “Okay, fine,” I agreed. Now sure that this was indeed a setup. “But I wanna talk to Donna a second first.”
“If you wish.”
I walked to where Donna sat, watching us. I held out my hand and when she stood up, I led her out into the yard. “Honey, what are you trying to do?” I asked once we were out of earshot.
She reached for me and put her arms around my neck and pulled us together. “I’d have thought by now you would have figured it out for yourself. You want me to spell it out for you?”
“I think you better. Before this goes any further.”
She looked at the ground and then back at me. “They really are close friends. I was talking to Sandra about what happened at the club and how you reacted. She agreed. It was way too much too fast. They thought that maybe if you got comfortable with just a little touching, no sex, nothing outrageous. Just a little touching and fondling and looking, that maybe it wouldn’t seem like such a hard thing to get used to. It was actually her idea, not mine.”
“And how far do you want this to go?”
“As far as you’re comfortable with,” she whispered. “Believe it or not, you’re in control. She’ll coax you to do things, but as soon as you object, she’ll back up. Like she just did a few minutes ago. I love you, a lot, but I don’t think I can be that one man woman you want. I love having sex with other men and other women. But if you can’t find a way to enjoy it as well, then we don’t really stand a chance. I don’t have to do things that are as outrageous as the club if you can’t handle that, but some amount of play, even if it’s just us and one other couple, well, maybe you can find a way to enjoy that?”
“And that’s what you want me to do?”
“I want you to try it, before you decide we can’t work. Just try.”
I was silent for long seconds and about to respond when Sandra touched my shoulder. “Donna. Let me talk to him before you make this worse.”
Donna stepped back, nodded contritely and walked back toward the patio.
“Don’t blame her. This was my idea,” Sandra said, taking my hand and slowly walking further into the dark, heading toward one of the many lounge chairs scattered around the yard. “She is horribly in love with you. She wants to find a way to make it work for both of you. So, this was my idea. I thought that maybe if you got comfortable with just touching and snuggling, seeing her being touched and snuggled, that you’d find a way to accept it.”
“And the camera?”
“My chosen tool for the attempt. I thought that if you concentrated on taking a picture of it, your mind would have more time to process and realize that she was enjoying it.”
“I see.”
“Maybe it was a bad attempt,” she said as we reached a chair. “Will you let me undress you?”
“So we can have sex?”
“No. I wouldn’t push you to that. No, I want us to be on equal footing. Both of us naked,” she said, as she turned to me. She reached for the bottom of my polo shirt and held the tail, waiting for my response.
“I’m not going to have sex with you.”
“Good,” she answered firmly, pulling my shirt up at the same time. It didn’t take her long to get me naked, my clothes, shoes and everything in a pile next to the chair. She climbed onto the chair and pulled me enticingly down onto it with her. Once I was settled she settled herself next to me, lying on her side to face me. “When I met Eddie, I was a model. We met in a hotel bar of all places. We were both single, we had sex with who we wanted, when we wanted. It isn’t a surprise that we ended up in his hotel room, not just for a quick fling, but for the entire night. We exchanged phone numbers with no real expectation that either of us would call. It turned out we both waited more than two days, hoping the other would call before I reached out, only to find out that he was about to do the same. We arranged to meet again, and we had wonderful sex all night long. We started dating, but we were still single and we had sex with who we wanted, when we wanted. And since I was a model, frequently naked around men, and sometimes naked around naked men, that was just part of the job. After a few weeks I started to realize that sex with Eddie was different. There was a tenderness we shared when we had sex that didn’t exist with other guys. I told him about it and that I thought I was falling for him, and he agreed that he was falling for me. I stopped having sex with other men, and only had it with him. I thought he had done the same. One night we were together at his house. In the morning I decided to do something nice for him before I had to leave, and started some laundry. That’s when I found them. Another woman’s panties. Not just a pair of panties, but panties that clearly had cum stains in them.”
“Uh oh,” I muttered.
“Yes. I thought we were shifting to a monogamous relationship, and clearly it wasn’t on his side. I challenged him about it, angry at the time. We fought, I left, never intending to see him again. It didn’t last long. By the fourth night I was miserable. I missed hearing him, talking to him, touching him and yes, having sex with him. I fucked at least six guys in the first two days after the fight. But it wasn’t the same as with Eddie. I finally broke down and called him. He was as miserable as I was. We agreed to meet again and talk things through. We did. We had wonderful sex and reached an agreement. We were going to be monogamous. If we were apart a long time, and sometimes it was weeks that I was gone on shoots. If we were apart a long time sometimes I’d call and we’d play with each other over the video, making ourselves climax for the other to watch. It was mostly working, but we both knew we missed the variety of sexual partners we’d had. I loved Eddie and what we had growing. But I missed the lusty short sex sessions with different men. I suggested we try once with another couple. We did, and we learned that if we shared with another couple, also in a committed relationship, we could have that sex and not worry about losing the love we had with each other. Neither couple was interested in breaking the other up, so it was just enjoyable sex. Sometimes strong and short, sometimes gentle and tender, sometimes involving all four of us at once, and not just swapping partners. We came to enjoy these sessions. I’m no longer a model, but that part of our relationship is still there.”
“And Donna? You’ve had sex with her?”
“She’s the exception. She’s not in a committed relationship, at least not until now, and she is an incredibly good friend. We frequently play together. I don’t worry about her trying to steal Eddie away, and I just enjoy the attention she showers on both of us.”
“So you think I’m being unreasonable?”
“On the contrary. I think you are being completely reasonable. Given the life you’ve led, I’d be surprised if you were comfortable with any of the things you have experienced with Donna. From the first day she had sex with you with her friend. There have been very few times you’ve had sex with just her. The times you have, you have been a considerate and gentle lover, according to everything she’s told me. I don’t think she’s used to that. I know she isn’t, actually. But I think she likes it. She just wants to find a way that she can share the part of her life that she still enjoys with you. If you want her to be monogamous, I don’t think that’s ever going to happen. If you want her to limit her sexual encounters to only when you are with her, that might be able to be accomplished, but for that to happen you’re going to have to accept seeing her with other men and women while you’re together. Oh, and you better expect to give her a lot of sex. She is kinda a sex-a-holic. She climaxes, by her hand or another at least twice, sometimes three times a day.”
“Good lord.”
“Maybe all of this will scare you away. I’ve been watching your face all night. Every time you look at her, there’s a tiny little smile that shows. I can tell you want to be with her. I can see it in your sexy bedroom eyes and the smile that comes to you, but if you truly are falling in love with her, you owe it to her and yourself to see if you can blend into her life while she tries to blend into something closer to yours.”
“And to do that, I need to learn to accept her having sex with other guys?”
She shook her head. “No, you have to learn to accept her having sex with a man other than you, while you do the same things to his wife!”
I nodded. “So now what? We go over there and have sex?”
“Uh uh. Not a good idea. If you really want to try, why don’t you invite the two of us, Donna and me, into the hot tub? Let Eddie undress her like I undressed you, and the four of us get into the hot tub and just enjoy each other, touching and stroking and kissing. Let nature take it’s course; but tonight, no intercourse. If we want to do that, we should do it with our own partner. If you want to kiss and lick and touch me and then have sex with her, do it. But no, you shouldn’t plan on having sex with me. At least not tonight. Maybe another time I’ll get to have this pushed into me.” She squeezed my dick, which I hadn’t even realized had gotten hard. She let go and pushed herself up off the chair. “Stay here and think about it. If you come back over with your clothes I’ll know the answer and try to soften it for Donna. If you come over without them, we’ll see what happens.”
I nodded as she leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek and then walked away naked.
I sat there for at least five minutes mulling over my options. How much had I grown to care about Donna. Was it worth trying? Was she worth trying it for? She wasn’t the only woman in my life. I always had Trish. Suddenly I realized that I was using Trish as a fallback. Someone to go to because she was safe. If I didn’t have her in my life, how would I do this with Donna? It took several more minutes for me to accept that if Trish weren’t in my life that I would be trying harder to see if this could work. I liked how Donna made me feel inside when we were together, lying together in bed, holding each other. It reminded me of how it used to feel with Nancy. I pushed myself up from the chair suddenly and walked over to the patio. I stood in front of Donna and held my hand out for her. She reached out and let me draw her up from her chair.
“Eddie, why don’t you two undress each other and we can get into the hot tub,” I said as I let go of Donna’s hand. I turned and walked to where Sandra was sitting on one of the recliners and sat down on the end if it so I could watch Donna.
She looked a me with trepidation until I nodded to her that it was what I wanted her to do. Sandra move on the chair behind me and then I felt her legs stick out on either side of me. I felt her press her bare tits to my back and warp both arms around me, her hands resting on my chest and stomach, her fingers gently stroking me as she softly kissed my neck and earlobe. Donna seemed surprisingly nervous as she undressed Eddie, something she’s probably done dozens of times with him and hundreds of times with other men. This time her fingers seemed clumsy and her hands were visibly shaking. To my surprise, I was pleased to see that this, test, chance, whatever we wanted to call it, was so important to her that it was making her nervous. It meant to me that it really mattered to her.
I watched Eddie slowly undress her, taking off her dress and letting his fingers stroke up and down her mostly naked body before squatting down in front of her and sliding his hand up and down her legs to roll her stockings down. She let him take them off her feet and her shoes along with them, leaving her completely nude. I stood up, Sandra letting me go, and held a hand out for her as I stepped to her. I took Donna’s hand and then walked back to the chair. I held a hand out for Sandra and drew the two of them toward the hot tub. Eddie followed along, making no attempt to influence what was happening.
I climbed in and then drew Donna in with me. Still standing in the water, I held my hand out for Sandra and drew her into the tub with me. I held her hand while I turned to Donna and leaned to her and kissed her on the lips. “You coming Eddie?” I asked without looking.
“Sure,” he answered, stepping into the tub.
“Donna really likes having her nipples played with and sucked on,” I said as I looked into Donna’s eyes. She looked incredibly nervous, for something she’d probably done a hundred times already. “I can make Donna climax just playing with her nipples and touching her a little bit between her legs. I’d kind of kind of like to see If Sandra’s are as sensitive as hers are.”
“Only way to know is to try,” Eddie answered.
I nodded and settled down into the water, letting go of Donna’s hand and pulling Sandra down to sit sideways across my lap. I looked at Donna from where I sat in the water. “You mind if I try? Maybe Eddie can tease you a little while I do?”
“I think he probably could.”
“Just save the good stuff for me?” I asked quietly, looking up at her.
“I promise,” she answered, understanding exactly what I meant.
“Well, if you’re going to suck both of my nipples, we need to get more comfortable,” Sandra said. She shifted off my lap and pushed me over to one of the reclined padded seats in the tub and then lay down on top of me. I could feel her hand fish for my dick and then settle it up between her thighs. She lifted her chest and slid up slightly to bring her big, soft tits to my face.
I cupped both tits and guided her right nipple to my mouth. I could see Donna moving to a similar position, pushing her tits into Eddie’s face. I wondered if she’d done with his dick what Sandra had done to mine.
I sucked and licked Sandra’s nipples, moving from one to the other frequently. I could tell by how much she was starting to rock her hips that I was having an effect. She moaned softly as I worked from one to the other and then, in a surprise, pushed herself back, sliding down in the water. I felt my hard dick push into her pussy as she continued to rock her hips. She pressed her lips to mine in a long wet kiss, I suspect intended to keep me from objecting to her doing what she had recommended we not do. She rocked her hips, working me in and out of her pussy as she kissed me aggressively. Her lips sucked and licked mine and each time she pressed our lips together she tried to use her tongue to open my mouth. I let her work herself on my shaft, intentionally trying to keep from getting to into what she was doing, afraid that I would lose control and climax inside her.
I felt Sandra’s climax squeeze around my shaft as she stiffened and shuddered on top of me. She held her lips to mine, even though the kiss had stopped. She breathed her breath into my mouth as she moaned softly and shuddered in orgasm. She abruptly pulled herself up and off of me, standing up in the tub, panting, her chest rising and falling quickly as she panted for breath. “Donna,” she panted, “you better get over here and fuck him before I lose control.”
Donna looked up at her and nodded. She moved to me and in moments I felt her pussy envelop my hard dick. “You want me to ride you like this?” she asked, sitting upright so her tits were out of the water.
“If you want to, I wouldn’t mind.”
She nodded and started to lift and lower herself on my shaft. I reached for her tits and started to play with her nipples, pulling and twisting them as she moved faster. I looked over at Sandra, bouncing wildly on her husband’s dick and wondered if we’d waited much longer if she’d be doing that on me. Of course, I’d have no room to complain if Donna then did the same on him, so as much as it would have been fun, I was glad that it was Donna riding me.
She continued to bounce on me wildly, driving both of us toward climax. I could feel her soft pussy stroking and caressing me just how she seemed to know I liked, my mushroom head touching good places inside her too, by the sound of her moans. I heard Sandra climax again, her cries of “coming” ringing out in the night as her husband grunted and filled her with his load.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck honey. Here it comes!” Donna squeaked loudly. “Oh god. OHHHHH GOD YES! I’M COMMMING!” she cried even louder than Sandra as her body started to jerk and tremble, her rhythmic strokes failing and her bouncing becoming erratic, which seemed to be just exactly what I needed to push me over the edge with her. I grunted and felt my cock pumping shot after shot of cum into her pussy as we both shared the moment of bliss.
She stopped bouncing when she felt my cum pushing into her and leaned down onto me, pressing her tits to my chest and kissing me urgently. Her wet lips pressed to mine, and her tongue invaded my mouth almost forcibly. I looped my arms around her and pulled her down to me and slowly, her kisses softened until we were kissing softly, lovingly. She finally broke the kiss and lay her head on my shoulder. I could feel he chest pressing against mine as she panted for breath, her lips occasionally touching my cheek in a butterfly-soft kiss. “Thank you,” she whispered breathlessly.
“For what?”
“For the orgasm, and for trying.”
“I have to. If I don’t, how will we ever know?” I whispered before hugging her tightly again.
We lay that way for long minutes before I felt Sandra gently tug on Donna’s hand. We let her draw Donna off my lap and then she took her place, lying on me and pressing her body against mine. She lay her head on my shoulder like Donna had and then gently kissed my cheek. “I think that was a good first try. I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“For what?”
“More than I said we should do. I didn’t do it on purpose, but once it was there, I couldn’t not.”
“Yeah, I understand.” I nodded quietly. We lay like that for about half an hour before I felt like I needed to go home. My mind was full of many things, not the least of which how I was feeling at that moment, seeing Donna snuggled against Eddie instead of me, and feeling Sandra snuggled to me. I honestly didn’t know if this could work.
Donna got my clothes and helped me dress, kissing me over and over as she dressed me, almost as if she didn’t, she might not get the chance again. “I’m not having sex with them after you leave,” she whispered. “I promise.”
“Thank you,” I whispered back, before she covered my lips with hers again.
“You know, Eddie and I are headed to a new waterfall I heard about to take some pictures this weekend. Why don’t you two come along? It’s supposed to be really nice and warm. Might even be able to do some topless hiking!” Sandra said with a grin.
“I’ll think about it,” I answered honestly. I was quite sure that somehow it would end up a lot more than topless. The question was, was I ready for that?