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Circle of Love Pt. 01

By: Romantic1



This story is about five consenting adults that engage in a polyamorous relationship. There is a strong sexual content, including lesbian scenes. There is also a fair bit of philosophy in the story about how and why relationships like this take place. If this isn't for you, please move on; if it is, please enjoy my early writing attempts. I urge you to VOTE as you finish each section of this five-part story. Thanks for your support.



Circle of Love Pt. 01



She was tight. I kept working my penetration, searching for any barrier, but I found none. The deeper I got the more excited Jan became and the more she started to thrust her own hips up into me. Finally, I sank in to the hilt and paused. She had my seven-plus inches of meat completely engulfed by her tight vagina. Jan locked her legs behind my back and pulled me even closer.

She looked at me then pulled me down and kissed me hard. "Fuck me," she pleaded. 

"No," I said, "but I will make love to you." With that I started to pump in and out of her body, slowly at first but then I picked up the pace. She had pulled her legs up and wrapped them around me to maximize my ability to penetrate her and I suspect to close the pain she expected. She closed her eyes and I could tell she was enjoying the sensations of this new experience for her. After a while she was purring again.

Jan's tightness meant I would not last long. I told her that. She said, "Wait, we don't have protection." I told her I'd had a vasectomy years before and that I knew I was healthy. She then said, "Oh, then I want you to cum inside me, deep inside me." Two minutes later I did. 

I would love to say that she climaxed at the same time I did, but such was not the case. After I came down from my high, I dropped down to the cream pie I had just created and started to minister to her cunt with the serious intent of bringing her to orgasm. She was mildly shocked that I would go down on her just after fucking her. I told her I would do anything to bring her pleasure. 

This time, she got into my cunnilingual attack on her pussy. She thrust up into my tongue, face and fingers as I smoothed, thrust, fingered and licked. No part of her pubic area, mons, vulva, labia, clitoris or vagina was left unattended. Finally, she announced, "Oh, dear, I'm cuming. Oh, I'm really gonna cum. Oh, oh, oh," and with that she pulled my head tight against her pussy and clamped her legs around my ears. What a way to die, I thought.

Jan let off a stream of expletives all aimed at telling the world how wonderful her orgasm was. I was finally able to move up and nuzzle into her neck. She pulled me back over into the missionary position, without the penetration, and kissed me hard again. "Oh," she said in a surprised voice, "you taste like me, or rather us." She kissed and licked my face, "That's not bad at all. I like that." I smiled and then gave a soul kiss that rocked her world.

*****

I kissed a sleeping Jan as I left her bedroom at six the next morning and headed back to the Hilton. I had to rummage around her living room to find all my clothes. At the hotel I shaved and showered, did a sniff test to my only suit deciding it was acceptable, partook of the continental breakfast in the lounge, and was at Alperion at seven thirty working in my assigned conference room. 

At about eight o'clock, Jan walked by with an extra spring in her step. She saw me through the window, stopped and came back to the door. "Good morning," she said cheerily, "don't you ever sleep?" I laughed and said, "Not when there are important things to do." I gave her a big wink. She laughed and asked, "Tonight?" 

"I'm all yours," I said, "do with me what you want." She looked around to make sure no one was within hearing, "Good," she said, "six o'clock, my house; jog, dinner, and sex, in that order." With that pronouncement, she disappeared our the door and down the hall.

In late morning Jan's administrative assistant June Williams brought the draft proposal I'd written the previous afternoon back to me with some questions and edits by Jan. I thanked June and then made edits I thought fixed all of the questions and problems. The job for the three systems enhancements wasn't huge, but it was a start. I laughed to myself, "If I have to sleep with the client to get the work, so be it!"

I had a meeting in the afternoon that Jan was in, however, there was no indication from either one of us that there was anything more to our acquaintance than what was going on at that moment. We were both the penultimate professionals. 

I was on Jan's doorstep at six o'clock that evening again, and she again opened the door in her jogging suit. I'd brought more casual clothes and some underwear this time. I changed, and we did the five-mile run again. 

After we got back in the house from the run, I was pulling off my top to shower, so she pulled off her singlet and sports bra and pressed her breasts to my naked chest. "Let's shower together," she said. We did, making sure to polish and clean all the key areas of each other's anatomy. I was fairly stiff from the encounter and started to guide her towards the bedroom, but she said "Later, after dinner," and so I lowered my expectations. I was hungry too.

We dressed very casual and went to a diner beside the Interstate that also had an attached bar. The ambiance left a lot to be desired, however, the display of pies and desserts in the restaurant area defied my willpower to resist.

We went to the bar area because it wasn't as garishly bright and ordered dinner. I reached across the table and held Jan's hands. I said in a low voice, "Can I ask you a question? How did you end up at your age being a virgin? And, are you sure you were one until last night?"

"Well," she said, "it's a long story of lost opportunities. Every time I'd get near to the act with some guy, he'd disappear. I wasn't a first dater. Oh hell, if the right guy had come along I would have done 'it' in the first sixty seconds; the problem was there was never a right guy."

"Wow," I said, "you're a spectacular catch for any guy. You're beautiful -- hair, face, figure, and especially brain. How come no one ever fell for you?"

"Oh, they did. The ones that did, I didn't like. The ones that didn't, I did like, or something like that. I got swept up in my work and started traveling, and as you probably know that's not conducive to building long-term relationships, particularly for a woman. A couple of promotions, more travel, etcetera, etcetera." 

"Why me?" I asked. 

"Well, I like you and I've asked about you. I know some of your values and I hear about how you treat people and what you think is important. You aren't aware of it, but you've taught me a few things about working with my team even today. June thinks you walk on water. And, of course, you're available, handsome, sensitive, and I knew you'd be gentle and tender, but don't ask me how. Plus, I know you're married."

I was glowing with her unbiased evaluation of me, but I asked in regard to her last statement, "That doesn't bother you?"

"No," she said, "You should know, I don't want to break up anything, and I don't want to get married either. I just want a 'friendship with benefits'; I believe that's the expression. I hope that works for you. You'll find I'm a bit of a free spirit. I guess if I've managed to avoid commitment this long, I don't plan to start now. I am curious though if I am giving you a moral dilemma?"

"Well," I said, "I talked to Trish, my wife, today; she was glad I found a dear friend down here. She knows I've been lonely during the week. She wants to meet you."

Jan looked shocked. She said, "How's that again? You've already told her about me?"

"Yes," I said. "Trish knows I love her and that I'll find friends that I want to include in a special way in my life -- our life. I know the same is true for her; I know she loves me but I don't want that love to be restrictive to her. Commitment to us is not restrictive; it means we support the other's growth, exploration and life journey.

Jan was speechless. She nodded to encourage me to continue. I continued after a sip of wine, "We both know we need others in our lives to more fully complement our lives. Some times the way to express our selves with those other people will be to include them in the circle of those we love. There's not enough of that going around."

"That love may express itself as a sexual joining sometimes, a true coupling of mind, body and spirit. All of our growth can't be wrapped up in one person, and to me a relationship is all about mutual growth. Our sexuality is just one aspect of that growth."

Jan asked, "Do you love me?"

"Absolutely," I responded. "Totally and unconditionally I love you. I see the values you have too. You reach out to people, you're empathetic to them, and you really care. You want to be inclusive; you don't play 'power games'; you're genuine; and you're beautiful. I want to explore you more -- inside and out. That's why, based on what I see, I'm so surprised that you haven't met a 'Mr. Right'."

"Well, I do have a really good friend that's male," she said. "I call him my boy friend. He's a lot older and lives up in Montvale and works in the City. I don't even see him very often, and we both seem content with that." She paused and went on, "He's been avoiding commitment much longer than I have. Maybe that's why we've never had intercourse. We do other things," she smiled impishly, "but not that."

"Maybe the issue isn't commitment as much as loving unconditionally," I offered. "I hear a lot of my friends talk about how hard it was to make a commitment to marriage. What they were really saying is that they were giving something up and that was painful. They were moving to restrict themselves."

I went on, "When Trish and I got married we had a traditional, closed marriage with lots of rules. After five years we took stock of where we were and didn't like it. Further we looked around and many of our friends were divorcing, some with kids, it was a messy world. We talked about how we loved each other and even some other people, unconditionally and without restrictions. That means we do things to grow -- together and with other people. What we do as part of our love for one another is bring what we learn and even those other people back to grow and share together so that we both grow."

"Do you mean you want to introduce me to Trish? Jan asked.

"More than that," I said, "I think the two of you would be best friends -- in many ways. Trish is about eight years behind you in her career and struggling with a lot of professional woman issues that you've been through at Alperion, for instance. You have a lot to teach her." I chuckled, "I know she'd love to talk about your recent loss of virginity out of pure curiosity. Who knows where else things might go."

Jan was pensive as we ate, occasionally asking a provocative question that I fielded. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry I didn't think about Trish when I seduced you. If you had been in a traditional marriage I would have just made things very awkward."

I squeezed Jan's hands in a loving gesture and leaned across the table and kissed her. "Thank you," I said. "I'm sure this is the start of something great and, as you'll find when you meet Trish, there is nothing awkward to think about."

After dinner we headed back to Jan's home.

I suggested to Jan that we take some after dinner liqueurs in the bath. She liked that idea and so fifteen minutes later we were in her bathtub toasting one another with some Kaluaha. Her legs were wrapped around my lower body fully exposing her pussy to me when the soap bubbles cleared. My legs were spread-eagled to the sides of the tub also affording an unimpeded view of my floating and inflating dick.

We both took turns cleaning each other to a warm glow. Then, I took some Kaluaha into my mouth, leaned over and kissed her, squirting some of the rich liqueur into her mouth. 

"Oh, wow!" she said, "that's really sexy. Do it again." I did. She then tried it. I was getting stiffer and my mushroomed head was mostly out of the water and searching for her pussy. Jan started to massage my periscope.

We finished our drinks, dried each other with a sensuous rub, and headed to the bedroom. Without a word, we found ourselves in a classic "69" position with Jan on top. I could tongue her labia and thrust my tongue into her vagina. When my attention wasn't too focused on her I was all too aware that I was receiving a spectacular blowjob.

I wanted to fuck her not cum in her mouth. I told her this and that I was not too far away from a climax. She slowed down her attention and made it a little less stimulating. I focused lavish attention on her tunnel area. 

Increasingly, I could feel her body fluids lubricate the area. She was amazed at how wet she was getting with me. I added some my own saliva to help the cause and then slowly moved her to my side. I turned around so I could kiss her lips and then rose above her on extended arms. 

This time I was not so tentative about thrusting into her body as her first time. She was still tight but our fluids were lubricating our friction better than the previous evening. After a few strokes, I lowered myself to her and rolled across the bed, still anchored in her cunt. She ended on top of me and rose on her arms, repositioning her feet. We hadn't uncoupled.

"I like you on top," I told her, "I like to look at your body, your face, and be able to feel your breasts with my hands more than I can when I'm on you." She nodded focusing on starting to do more of the thrusting work than she'd ever done. "Besides," I added, "you're more in control of the pace and action this way." She shimmied her hips from side to side acknowledging my remark. "Now, let's see some orgasms," I said. She smiled wantonly at me.

Jan and I thrust into each other -- my up to her down. We clearly loved the feeling of hurling our pubic bones at one another with all of the attendant frictions involved. I leaned up and sucked on her breasts frequently, learning in the process that when I did I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting and releasing in little spasms directly correlated with my sucking and the degree of pinching or gentle biting I was applying.

We had the closet light on again, so I could not only watch Jan's expressions of enjoyment and contentment, but also enjoy the visual stimulation of her lithe and stacked body moving over me in our sexual union. And, great stimulation it was. My rod was super-hard, aiming as it was for her cervix and its ability to deliver lots of little swimmers to her eggs. The fact that my tubes had been trimmed years before did not deter the instinct we had to mate, however.

And, mate we did. We fucked until Jan had her climax, crashing down on top of me as the event passed. I had not cum yet, so was able to recover slightly and again start to pump into her. We had shifted to our sides so we could both relax yet both feel each other's bodies and pump into each other. She came again, this time, pulling me into her breasts. I gently bit at her tits and quickly realized that I was triggering even more mini-orgasms in her surrounding the larger one she'd had a moment before.

"Oh, God, when you do that you make me cum over and over again," Jan blurted out. "You can keep doing that any time." I suggested that tomorrow at our ten a.m. meeting would be an appropriate time for me to do it again. 

I was still hard and pumping. After another short rest, I started to piston into her body. This time, however, I could feel my circuits switch over to 'climax mode'. We were leaving the fucking behind for a good orgasm. Can you have a bad orgasm? I thought. I also thought how much I love and respect this woman.

I pulled Jan to me with a greater sense of urgency as I started to again build towards my crescendo. She understood the unspoken messages and started to move her hips in a way she had not done up to that point, milking me into her cunt as she did. A minute later my back arched, I let out a loud moan, and did a final lunge and thrust into her. Oh, what a feeling. My orgasm was the one true highlight of the day. 

Jan ground her hips into me as I peaked and then I realized that she, too, was having another climax. Her head had gone back, back arched. She was grinding her pelvis into me with the same fervor I was using mine into her and using one hand to madly rub her left breast and the other to frantically attack her own clit.

My heart was racing a thousand miles and hour. My mouth was dry; my focus singular. I leaned into Jan and kissed her deeply and with great intensity. I repeated the process over and over again as we deflated and came back down to planet earth. I told her that I loved her in no uncertain terms.

We lay there coupled together for a while and then I finally slid out of her tunnel, bringing a deluge of cum with me onto my pubic area. Jan leaned down and sucked me into her mouth, frequently licking at the spills in my surrounding public hair. 

Actually, the entire area contained the body fluids from the two of us. "Bring me some," I said to her. She licked up a particularly large dollop of our fluids and came up over my prone figure. I opened my mouth and she proceeded to deposit the fluids she'd collected into my mouth with some of her own saliva. 

The taste was exciting, particularly knowing where she'd just collected the sample. I could taste her musky scent that I was getting to know from the cunnilingus I did on her. A stronger musk taste was probably me, not as tasty but given how I happened to get the taste I decided I enjoyed it. Lastly, there was her saliva that I also knew well from our deep kisses. She watched as I savored the fluids she'd given me, then leaned down, dragged her nipples across my chest, and we kissed. This time she looked at me and said, "I love you."

We lay together, cuddling and stroking in the dim light. I made comment about how much I liked to feel her skin against mine. We fell asleep for a while that way. 

We awoke an hour later and made love again with the same sweet intensity. Finally, we went to sleep again. 

In the morning, I awoke to the luxuriating feeling of a genuine Jan blowjob. She had inhaled my morning stiffness and was bobbing up and down as I awoke. I caressed the top of her head and she quickened her pace, bringing into action her tongue and hands as she stroked me more aggressively.

I guess I'd recovered from the night before, because in only a few minutes I got the "you're going to cum" message from deep inside my body. I offered intercourse to Jan, but she shook her head while holding my cock in her mouth to indicate that this was what she wanted. 

I came. Jan swallowed each spurt from my rod as I thrust into her mouth. She continued her sucking throughout my climax bringing me to a new peak so fast that I had to reach down and hold her head so that I wouldn't pass out from the intense pleasure she was creating in my groin.

Jan came up and kissed me. I could taste a little of the residue from my ejaculations on her tongue. "I don't want to be all drippy at work," she explained as to why she'd turned down my offer of a morning fuck. "And, you're going home for the weekend today and I wanted to give you something to remember me by."

"Oh, you did," I assured her. I shaved, showered and dressed at Jan's house rather than going back to the hotel. Hopefully, no one would notice I'd worn the same outfit two days in a row. 

As I was leaving, I reached under Jan's business clothing and dipped my finger in Jan's slit while I was kissing her good-bye. She moaned. "I want some aroma to remember you by," I explained as I brought the finger to my nostrils. 

I chucked my stuff in the rental car and drove to the hotel and checked out, collecting the rest of my kit in the process. I put in most of the day at Alperion and then raced to the airport. I was home for a late supper.

*****

Trish is a beautiful dark haired woman of thirty-six. Like Jan she has long shapely legs. She is about five foot five inches tall, flat stomached even though she likes her cookies, and is well endowed in the chest. Most of the time she wears glasses.




Circle of Love Pt. 01



When I walked in the door she asked, "So, how is the rat race at Alperion?" The kids were around so while we ate I talked about the projects we had going on there, the new work I'd sold, and a couple of new sales opportunities as well as what that would mean in terms of bonuses and other benefits that would trickle down to the family. She was pleased.

We both knew there was a whole other agenda we wanted to talk about based on my telephone calls with her during the week. She kept giving me sly little grins. Finally, the kids left the kitchen area and went to their caves to get on the phones with their friends. I think they'd said six words each during the whole dinner; most responses were grunts of some kind.

We took our wine and went out on the deck and talked for a long time. After a while, Trish asked, "So tell me face to face about Jan. I can't wait to hear about last night."

"You'll like her." I said. "She has a lot to tell you about women in business that could probably help you at the agency. More importantly, though, I want to be sure that you feel loved and supported. I've been away a lot and I don't want Jan's presence to unset or threaten you. You do know I love you. We've been in this space before only the other way around."

Trish came over and kissed me, "I am not worried. I buy into our mutual love so much that I trust you in that love to not fall out of love with me, even if you expand you love to include someone else."

She went on, "When I fell in love with John you were so supportive! I couldn't help but love the two of you. Even though he's moved away I miss him and I know you do too. I know I'll feel the same way about Jan; if you love her then I will too."

I said, "To me love is always an 'AND' not a choice. We know so many divorced couples that felt they had to make a choice, and then the choice was not to continue to love each other and for one of them to love someone else and jilt the other. To me, and I think you still feel this way, love is about expanding and wrapping each other and others into a larger extended family that we love. That way everyone ends with more love than what we started with."

I held out my hands to her, "Come and let me love you. I want to hold you and tell you that you are an integral part of my life."

Trish came over and let me hug her and we kissed. Then we kissed more deeply. And we did it again a little deeper. We tiptoed upstairs, and then we were in the bedroom kissing. And next we didn't have any clothes on. And, oh well, you know the rest.

To be continued in Part 2.



Circle of Love Pt. 02



This story is about five consenting adults that engage in a polyamorous relationship. There is a strong sexual content, including lesbian scenes. There is also a fair bit of philosophy in the story about how and why relationships like this take place. If this isn't for you, please move on; if it is, please enjoy my early writing attempts. I urge you to VOTE as you finish each section of this five-part story. Thanks for your support. 

Please read the earlier parts to understand the characters and unfolding situation in this story. No one part can standalone from the others.

*

The weekend was the usual whirlwind of home projects and clean up of administrative work I didn't or couldn't take the time to do during the week. Saturday evening we went out to dinner with some friends from our old condo complex; I could swear the wife was coming on to me but I didn't respond. Trish and I made love after we got home and then went to sleep wrapped around each other; I was sending her lots of "I love you" thoughts in my dreams. We had more conversation on Sunday about extending our relationships and ended the day making love again. 

Monday, I was up early. I got to kiss everyone good-bye, pack a bag, hit the office for a few hours, and then fly to Alperion's headquarters in Camp Forge.

I stopped by Jan's office, but June, her secretary told me she was in meetings the rest of the day. June looked really down for a Monday morning. I tried to kid around with her a bit and lighten her day, but she didn't seem receptive so I went on to my office.

I was working on the new project for Jan's Division – the redesign of three different systems. I spent part of the day on the phone getting some of the staff in my Boston office to work on the jobs and then put in some hours on things myself.

I'd told June I'd try to see Jan again tomorrow, however, at the end of the day about eight o'clock, I stopped by Jan's office again; I was looking for a dinner partner since I had significant hunger pains that another cup of coffee wasn't going to solve. June was gone and Jan's door was still closed and I could hear multiple conversations being the door indicating that whatever the meeting was, it was still going on hot and heavy.

I headed to the Hilton, checked in, ordered room service and had just finished a sandwich and a small bottle of wine when there was another knock on my door. I figured it was room service to collect the tray. I opened the door and there stood Jan with a happy expression on her face. She said, "You really do live in room 183 here, don't you?" and walked past me into the room carrying a small bag and her briefcase. 

She set her bags down and turned and walked into my outstretched arms. We kissed and I expressed surprise and happiness that she had found me. I asked about dinner and, no, she hadn't eaten. We ordered up some more room service.

While we waited for her dinner to arrive, Jan produced a sedate one-piece bathing suit from one bag and proceeded to disappear into the bathroom to change. "If I change out there," she said, "we'll be in a compromising situation when room service arrives and I'll still be hungry and won't want to stop." I allowed as how her assumption was probably accurate.

I popped on my trunks and when she emerged she stopped at the bathroom door, struck a sexy pose and went "Tah dahhhh." Sixty seconds later we were in the hotel pool just outside my hotel room door. I hopped out of the pool about twenty minutes later when I saw room service wheeling a dinner in the direction of my room. I signed the chit and let the valet wheel out my old meal and in the new one. He didn't blink an eye that I was having two dinners in one evening.

Jan had watched me disappear and come to the room. She devoured the salad and sandwich. I poured us both some wine and we toasted Monday.

"You sure were busy all afternoon," I said. "I stopped by a couple of times, but you were deep into something."

Jan said, "Oh, it's about a new accounts payable system. All the one AP wants to do is duplicate the old one except run it on some new IBM platform. That's all the purchasing and AP people want to do before we spin off the Nascent Division. We'll end up with the same errors and inefficiencies that we have today, plus it'll ripple across the rest of the company and lock us in to an old way of doing business for years. I really want to see us make some attempt to change things before we spin off this part of the business next year."

"Why the unwillingness to make any changes? I asked.

"Well, the purchasing and AP groups are both sure that anything we do will be more costly to the bottom line today, and they don't want to spend the money. If I could think of a good design, it would be one that would be cheaper to build and implement that just a carbon copy replacement. Their concern is with the development work and, I guess, how hard it is to implement any changes. This one is a big ticket item."

I said, "I'll think about that as a challenge and let you know if I think of anything." 

With that, I dropped down out of my chair onto my hands and knees on the floor and starting growling and crawling over to Jan's chair. She uncrossed her legs as I got nearer. I started at her toes, licking up her ankles, and then her calves, paid special attention to her knees and the little hallow behind her knees, then went onto her thighs and finally ended up growling and blowing hot air through the swimsuit material into her crotch.

Jan relished every bit of attention I was delivering and held my head gently while I blew and licked around her thighs and groin. Finally, she pulled me up so I was arched over her seated position. She said, "We should really get out of these damp swim suits, you know."

"I agree. Body rot will set in if we don't," I offered. We kissed and I pulled the straps of her suit off shoulders with my mouth, and then used my teeth to pull down the front of her suit exposing her luscious breasts. I tongued and sucked each tit until the nipple rose to such an excited state that the end turned white. Jan reached over and pulled my swim trunks down in one sweeping motion. My waterlogged penis swung in front of her and she pulled me to her and encased my unit in her mouth and started sucking. I thought, "Houston, we have lift off!"

I pulled us both towards the bed rather than continue standing in this awkward position. Jan pulled her suit off the rest of the way and then knelt over my prone figure, reconnecting with my rod and the blowjob she'd just started. I let her go on for a few minutes and then I pushed her over on her back and put my mouth to her pussy and started cunnilingus. She was enraptured. 

She brought her hands down to her breasts and massaged them, keeping the nipples erect and pointed. At one point she pulled first one breast and then the other into her mouth and sucked on her own tits while I was sucking and blowing on her pussy. She then put a hand down to join my ministrations on her pussy, helping me find her clit and massaging it when my tongue and fingers were in another part of the area.

Finally, she lifted off the bed in a climax that made her shake all over. "Oh, wow. Come up here and kiss me like I've never been kissed before," she said. I moved up and tried to honor her request.

Finally, she said, "Fuck me. I've wanted your cock in me all weekend. I even tried some veggies and I can assure you they aren't the same."

I raised an eyebrow as I rolled her over into position to penetrate. "I'm the cucumber of your dreams," I jested, and with that I slowly worked my dick into her cunt. As I hit bottom, Jan said, "Why, yes, you are Mr. Potato head," and kissed me hard. 

We hit a nice rhythm having to turn and shift directions since the bed started to hit the hotel wall, sending signals throughout the building wing that someone was knocking off a piece of tail. Jan came up over me for a while, had a few small orgasms, and then we both had near simultaneous spasms of bliss and wrapped our selves into each other.

After a few minutes, I again dropped down and started to suck and chew around Jan's pussy. "Oh, wow, you're going to bring me off again," she said, and with that her back arched and she sighed deeply signaling that another climax had just washed over her. 

We kissed and fondled each other and made love once more before Jan slipped on some shorts and a singlet, kissed me goodnight, collected her bags and headed home. "I can't show up at work wearing the same outfit I had on today. Everyone will guess what happened. Not so bad for you, but for me they'll know." And with that she kissed me once more and was out the door.

For the next couple of weeks we fell into a routine. When I was around I'd leave a message on her cell phone. That evening we would get together, usually at her house, take a five-mile run, eat dinner at one of the many restaurants in the area, and then go back and make love. Sometimes I'd sleep over and sometimes I wouldn't. The Hilton maid service was getting off easy; many days they didn't have to service my room since it was untouched.

About two weeks into this routine I had a brainy idea about how to help her with the accounts payable system. I booked an appointment with her secretary, June, whom I suspect by now had figured out that something was going on between Jan and I. 

June was a good-looking woman in her late twenties. She was a longhaired brunette, with a trim figure and a very nice pair of legs I seldom got to see for they were usually behind her desk. Her face usually had a smile and showed warmth of personality few others in the world had. She liked other people, had a sense of humor, and seemed to welcome my presence in her office area. Occasionally, I'd stand in her doorway and flirt with her when Jan was out; I was really just kidding around and being nice. I was a little worried about her, however, for the past few weeks she'd always seemed preoccupied and I couldn't get more than a rare smile from her.

At my appointment time I showed up at Jan's office. Jan ushered me in and purposely left the door open. I started right away so June could here the business nature of our conversation, "You mentioned to me a couple of weeks ago about the accounts payable system, and how you were looking for a way to reduce the cost of developing and implementing its replacement and, at the same time, making some real innovations in the process. Well, I think I have an idea that you might find interesting."

Jan was surprised at the topic and me, and making sure that no one could see in, gave me a wink and hiked her skirt up about six inches so I could see her great legs. I grinned and stuck my tongue out at her. "Go on," she said, "I'm all ears." I laughed at her tease.

I outlined how their current process depended on matching paper copies of three things: invoices, bills of lading, and purchase orders. "The '80-20 rule' applies," I said. "Most of the time everything matches and you use they AP system to issue payment, but in about twenty percent of the cases they don't and that's where people spend most of their time, trying to figure out why one or all of the documents are different from each other."

"My idea is to create a very simple central database. Purchasing enters some info about approved purchases – the purchase orders. When things arrive at any of the buildings, the guys on the loading dock check with that database to make sure we ordered the stuff. If we did they accept it and so note in the database. We don't really need an invoice; in fact, it gets in the way. If we have the stuff we ordered, we pay or we pay in thirty days or whatever the terms of purchase were."

I went on, "I ran the numbers on the back of an envelope and at most it would take about $1 million to build the system, test it out to Alperion standards and implement it across the company. This is not rocket science. Further, it changes the whole basis of how accounts payable operates and makes it easy to do the spin offs. I don't know what numbers you're working with to build the replacement, but I bet they're higher. Implementation is more an issue of convincing people than of training them on a new technology and system."

Jan was quiet for a moment as she studied the flip chart I had been sketching on. I kept quiet to let her think. Finally, she said, "The estimates we have for replacing the current systems with new ones are over $20 million. Not only that but the technology they want to put it on is sort of risky since we've never used it in this company."

I offered, "You could run my database on any mid-size computer that could be networked. You don't need a mainframe. You can archive the data after the payment has been made and keep the active file size small. Not only that, but you don't need all those people checking all those mismatched pieces of paper – give them more meaningful work to do."

Jan whistled. "Wow," she said. "This is mind blowing."

She paused again, then yelled out the door, "June, can you see if Kirt Jennings from Purchasing, or Dan Matthis from Accounts Payable can join us right now?"

We talked further and I answered several of her questions. June then appeared in the doorway with pad of paper in hand. "Kirt and Dan will be up in a few minutes." She waited for further instructions, but Jan had leaned back into the table asking me more questions about how the new set up would work; June left.

My idea was a hit. Jan cancelled several other meetings and we met the rest of the day with Kirt, Dan, and then several other people as Jan kept adding to the assemblage of people in her office. My concept and estimates withstood the onslaught of questions and challenges and finally Jan suggested that we all think about this overnight and restart the session the next day at nine o'clock. I didn't realize that it was 6:30 p.m. and the whole day had past. Everyone cleared out of Jan's office and headed home. The two of us sat there relishing the fact that the maelstrom of the day had past.

June had been in place outside Jan's door all day, madly re-arranging Jan's schedule for the next day. She'd come to the door finally and looked appreciatively at me, as though I had done something really special for her. I smiled and gestured for her to come in and join us. "Jan and June", I joked as I was packing up my briefcase, "the 'J twins'"; we laughed. Jan said, "June, we're about to head off to dinner. Can you join us?"

There was no explanation about the two of us eating dinner together, even on such short notice. June just said quietly, "Great, where shall I meet you?" We conferred a few moments and decided to meet at Whitney's Pub, a new place about five miles north on Route 125; this was also not too far from Jan's house. 

I looked at Jan to test the waters after June had left; she reached over and squeezed my hand. "You'll like June," she said. "She's my right-hand person and very special. I'm overdue thanking her for all the extra time she's put in and a lot of other things. Dinner will be a small price to pay for all her effort." I nodded.

Two hours and three bottles of wine later, the three of us walked out of Whitney's feeling pretty mellow and knowing much more about each other than we had walking in. I'd learned that June had broken up with a guy she'd been living with the past three years only three weeks prior; that explained her long face and quiet demeanor the past few weeks. She perked up during dinner and came out of her shell. She was quite vivacious.

As we left Whitney's and much to my surprise, Jan turned to June and said, "Come to my home. We'll have some after dinner drinks or whatever?" June nodded and said, "I'll follow you there." Three cars exited the parking lot and headed to Jan's house.

We all arrived in trail, parked and walked with Jan up to the front door. Jan opened the door and flipped on some lights and we all went in. Jan turned to me and said, "Why don't you get us some liqueurs, and, oh yes, serve it to both of us in your usual style." She, in turn, dimmed the lights and lit some candles that bathed the living room in a friendly and warm glow.

I went rigid – physically as well as mentally. Jan was sending all sorts of messages simultaneously. First, she was clearly showing June that I knew my way around her home and where things like the liqueurs and glasses were kept. Second, and more importantly, she was signaling to me that I should serve the liqueur by drinking it myself and then injecting it into June's mouth from my own in a French kiss, the same way I had been doing with her to get her in a romantic mood. 

I shot Jan a glance to be sure I was understanding her suggestion. She had intense eye contact with me at that instant and a devilish grin on her face. She seductively ran her tongue across her lips and winked at me. June saw none of the interchange.

I did as Jan has suggested, arriving a moment or two later with a small tray of glasses and a choice of liqueurs. I was the perfect host. I asked June what her preference was, and she selected the B&B – Brandy and Benedictine. I asked Jan if she wanted "her usual Kahalua", but June didn't seem to notice that I knew Jan's preference. I poured both glasses, ignoring my own for the moment. 

I then walked over to June and knelt before her. She watched questioningly as I took a sip from her glass and then cooperated as I reached up and pulled her head to me for a kiss. She responded automatically and kissed me, somewhat unsure of what was happening. When I probed with my tongue, she allowed its entry but then her eyes shot open with surprise as I injected the sip of B&B I'd taken into her mouth. I glanced at Jan to be sure I was doing the right thing. She smiled and nodded encouragingly. 

June went over the top at the sensuous kiss. "Wow!" she said as soon as our lips parted. "Now THAT's what I call a kiss!" She looked to Jan to be sure what had just happened had her blessing. Jan smiled back and gestured to me as though to say to June, "Have at him."

June grabbed my neck and pulled me to her again. We kissed and rummaged around in each other's mouths for a few minutes. Our temperatures were both increasing and I was getting a significant erection. I gave June several more French kisses using the B&B.

I got up and went to Jan, who was seated alone on the sofa. I sat down next to her and pulled her to me. I reached out and took a drink of Kahalua from her glass, and then repeated the delivery process on her. She hummed contentedly in my mouth as an erotic little gesture of acceptance and happiness about what was happening. 

Jan then started undoing the buttons on my shirt. June just sat and watched as Jan worked on my clothing. Finally, she turned to June and said, "You could help if you want." June immediately came over and started helping with buttons and my belt. The two of them appeared to want to strip me; I weakly protested in mock shock at such an idea but not too hard.

I was really wondering where this was going. Was this a ménage å trois in the making? Did I miss some subtle signal between the J twins that they already had a relationship going? My brain started firing off speculations and I decided silence was the best approach.

In turn, I reached over and tentatively started to unbutton Jan's blouse and then to open the top buttons of June's flowery dress. Both women encouraged my maneuvers by turning to me and helping me get started. I ran my fingers across their chests.

I focused mostly on Jan, my known factor in this emerging threesome. I made lots of eye contact to see if I could read anything into her looks; there was nothing there but excitement at where the evening was going. 




Circle of Love Pt. 02



After I had her blouse unbuttoned, I pulled it off her shoulders and watched as she shrugged it off entirely and tossed it in a corner. Her bra was next and then I bent my head to her breasts and sucked each nipple and breast in my mouth. After a moment or two of her purring to my attention while June just watched Jan pulled me up and audibly whispered two words, "Do June."

I turned to June and completed unbuttoning her dress to her waist. I held eye contact with June watching for any signal that I was off limits in what I was doing; none came. I then reached up and seductively pulled her dress off of her shoulders, kissing each area of skin as it became available. I also kissed her mouth again and again. She finally shrugged off the top of the dress and then she reached behind and undid her bra, saving me those steps. She stood and wiggled her hips a little and the dress and a slip fell to the floor leaving her in just a small thong. Across the room, Jan stood and stepped out of her skirt.

Suddenly I was the most overdressed person in the room. I completed what June had started by shedding my pants, shoes and socks, and then pulled the two women to me for hugs and kisses. With no prodding they also kissed and hugged each other. Somehow, I had the impression that this was not the first time the two of them had done this. I'd ask later.

Both women disposed of their thongs and then pulled my briefs down and tossed them aside. Jan then pulled the two of us up and led our trio up to her bedroom where I was put on the bed between the two vixens. 

I cuddled the two of them to me, French kissing and rubbing each woman. From my position I could hold them as well as reach around and fondle their breasts and pinch their nibbles. I did this aggressively creating four erect breasts and two excited women. The women, meantime, were both stroking and fondling my ever-hardening erection, bringing it to a state closely akin to titanium steel.

Jan reached across to June and smoothed her breasts. She looked at her and said, "I want you to ride him to a climax. Come over here." She then pulled June over my prone body and had her straddle me, my erection pointing at her cunt with no modesty whatsoever. 

June centered herself over me, reached down and grabbed me and then held me as she brought her vagina into contact with my hard-on. She started a slow up and down movement as I started a slow down and up movement that resulted in our copulating a fraction of an inch at a time on each thrust. It took over a minute for me to completely penetrate her from that initial contact. 

June sighed over me, bounced a few times, then rested at full penetration; she reached out and pulled Jan up to her. "Oh, this is so loving and wonderful, Jan. What a present you've given me, sharing your lover." Well, I knew that June knew more about Jan and me than I had thought. The two women kissed in a highly erotic manner, hands smoothing breasts and even reaching down to clits and slits. 

I was enjoying myself immensely. I had a new pussy wrapped around my cock. Yes, it had a completely different feel from any I'd been privileged to sample before. I fingered June's cunt and clit and brought her aroma up to my nostrils to see what her aroma was like; it was heavenly as all pussies are, different from the others slightly and in the same in other ways. 

I looked at Jan and said, "Carpe diem." She laughed and said, "Yes, take each day as it cums," putting the emphasis on the last word. She reached down between the two of us and started to massage June's clitoris. June started squeaking and having spasms of joy while I pistoned into her beautiful body. Only a few seconds and thrusts later, June paused and arched her back as she had her first orgasm of the night. 

Jan stood on her knees in front of the two of us and pulled June to her and kissed her with all her womanly tenderness. I remained inside June, and watched Jan's kiss and thought a guy could not do that, not that way and not with that sensitivity or sense of timing.

I was not through and started pumping in June again as she came down from her high. She picked up the pace this time, letting her breasts down to my eager mouth and running her hands over my chest and pinching my nipples. I responded as she did, with increased momentum and thrusts into her body. Jan was mostly content to watch the two of us, rubbing her clit and masturbating while June and I fucked; occasionally, she would reach over and run her hands down June's body or violently rub June's clit. June would head for orbit each time.

My fuck with June soon reached its peak. My system went on full alert and I found no reason to stop. I did warn her that I was about to cum. She pulled my head to her breasts and stuck one of her tits deep in my mouth. I sucked like there was no tomorrow.

We came and came and came. June was a squirter. Suddenly, my entire groin area was flooded with girl juice and the air became pungent with the smell of good sex. June hung on her climax high, back arched, neck erect and head back, body pressed down on mine to maximize my penetration of her sweet pussy. 

Jan leaned over and licked some of the juice from my groin area then reached in and tongued June's clit. June jerked, twisted and twitched in response to Jan's efforts. As I was deflating, I felt Jan thrust a finger into June's vagina next to my cock. She immediately went for the G-spot and while I was still resident massaged that sweet spot. June proceeded to have a smaller and less intense climax, indicating it with a string of expletives and swear words invoking continued orgasms as long as she would ever live. Even I started twitching from the stimuli of fingers and twitching pussy.

I finally plopped out of June. The two women moved to each other, kissing and fondling. They enjoyed each other for a few moments then June got up to go to the bathroom. Jan came over and engulfed my flaccid cock in one gulp, running tongue and tonsils over my flaccid rod as I started to arouse again. I was still covered in my jism but it soon disappeared as Jan cleaned my tool.

June came back and spooned in behind me. I could feel her erect nipple and full breasts across my back. She was also running her hands up my back and over onto my front while Jan sucked and masturbated me back to hardness. Given the situation, I responded in record time and reached penetration hardness in only a few moments. 

I then pushed Jan over onto her back and dropped to lick and savor her vagina for a moment with my mouth. She was already wet but then emitted a large dose of creamy fluid as I licked her area and thrust my tongue into her vagina. I left a large donation of saliva and then came up, moved forward and penetrated her. 

I felt her body convulse as I thrust into her. I got a moan of pleasure almost immediately so continued as planned. She arched back and rose up to meet me then without uncoupling we rotated so I was on my back and Jan was riding me. June started returning like for like; she stroked and sucked Jan's breasts and rapidly agitated her clitoris. Jan went into some ethereal state not of this earth; she had her eyes closed and her body erect, taking and giving on every thrust, but in a pleasure state June and I were not privy to. I pulled June to me to kiss her and fondle her breasts with one free hand.

Jan and I loved for what seemed like hours. No one was rushing the evening. Jan remained in her pleasure land while we fucked, often mewing or purring in contentment. June and I romanced each other too. I was having a once in a lifetime experience and I was taking little mental pictures of the whole evening moment by moment so that I could play them all back at some later time and not forget a single nuance of the night.

Finally, Jan started sighing in little loud emissions from her throat on each breath and with each thrust I was making into her. June nudged me to pay attention to her. I rubbed Jan's clit and leaned up and gently bit into one breast, the other being sucked on by June. I could feel the muscles along Jan's cuntal walls expand and contract in response to our acts. Our pace increased.

Suddenly, I felt Jan's pussy clench my cock and she started her hip rotations that pulled me deep into her body. I was helpless. We both came in a paroxysm of pleasure and happiness. Our hips jerked into each other and held position for maximum penetration. I disgorged a bucket of cum into her pussy, mixing it with her fluids by way of a few extra post coital thrusts.

Jan fell over me, no over us. June cuddled up against me as we both pulled Jan down to us and wrapped our arms around her. She muttered, "Oh, I've died and gone to heaven. I love the two of you so much." We all kissed and hugged. 

We dozed; one of us was always awake enough to have lips, tongue or hands in motion on one of the others. Even in my tiredness of the day I relished the movements of the two women in my arms and refused sleep.

Eventually, June and I got up, dressed, kissed Jan goodnight. I put a sheet over her and we left for our abodes. As June was getting in her car, I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply one last time. "You are a special woman; I hope you know you are loved," I said. She was demur and her eyes were as big as saucers. I smiled and kissed her one last time and pushed her into her car, saying, "And I promise I'll still love you in the morning" She smiled and we drove off in different directions.

*****

The next day was a whirlwind of meetings and briefings on my accounts payable concept. The circle of people hearing about the idea and challenging its feasibility was widening. In mid-morning June came into Jan's conference room and told us Hal Clarkson, the executive vice president, wanted Jan and me for about a half hour at eleven o'clock. June and Jan both shot me a thumbs up.

Hal was running late so we politely waited. Jan and I finally were invited into Hal's office, which was akin to entering heaven I decided before I was ten steps in. Hal was extremely cordial, made sure we were all introduced properly and offered coffee or whatever we wanted. He then got right down to business, "Now tell me about this concept I've heard about that can save us a couple of million dollars and be done almost overnight."

I pulled a blank piece of paper and pen out of my pocket and outlined for him the concept of the paperless Accounts Payable system, pointing out where it would have innovative impacts on operations and how it would save money. Hal listened attentively, then turned to Jan and said, "Engage this guy right now to do this work for us. Have his firm work with us to build the system; I want the experts involved. Get O'Malley's people, Kirt and Dan, involved, they need to buy into this too, but if they don't, let me know and I'll talk them into it." He smiled, reached over and shook my hand. "Young man, you have done us a great service," he said. I was dumbfounded; I really hadn't been trying and I'd just sold a million dollar job. We all said good-bye, but not before Hal had made us promise to keep in touch with him about our progress.

Jan and I went back to her office and shared the meeting with June who jumped up and clapped her hands together. She reached over and squeezed my arm. No one was around; I reached out and hugged both women to me. We all gave each other polite kisses. Then went back to being closet professionals.

The three of us planned the rest of the day around a couple of other meetings Jan had to have, and the other meetings we had to have to get this started. I grabbed my laptop and went into the conference room and banged out a five-page proposal to Jan summarizing what we were going to do and how we'd do it. At one o'clock June appeared with a coke and sandwich for me; I squeezed her hand and told her how loving and thoughtful I thought she was. She actually blushed.

I held June's hand and said, "Tell me about you and Jan?" She appeared startled, but smiled.

"Well," she said, "about a week after you and Jan had your first encounter we discovered each other. I'd worked for her for two years, but it was all business. Then, well I had a bad day and was near tears; it was right after James and I broke up; you were in Boston. Jan took me out for drinks, and more drinks, and dinner, and more drinks. I might have been seduced, but I loved it. Jan was so caring and careful about my feelings; there was tremendous empathy there. She could tell I needed to be loved, and so that's what we did – she loved me – emotionally and physically. I'd never done anything like that with a woman before; neither had Jan."

"Go on," I said. I was learning all sorts of things.

"James and I had been living together for three years, but it was going nowhere. He was very inattentive. You've paid more attention to me in the last forty-eight hours than he did in all that time put together." I squeezed her hand again and lightly rubbed the front of one of her thighs through her skirt; she inched closer to encourage the contact.

June went on, "We planned to tell you tonight, Jan and I did. We knew you'd guessed that something was going on based on how we were intimate with each other last night. Really, though, we'd only been together that one night, and that after nothing but months of being all professional and business like with each other. We've talked about it since then and agreed we wanted an occasional encore, but until last night we hadn't had a chance. I love her; I've had such a chance to get to know her over the time I've worked with her."

"I know what you mean," I said. "I love you both." She ran her hand down my cheek in a tender gesture.

"Me too," she said. June had tears in her eyes.

"But, hey," she said suddenly, "don't get the idea I'm all lesbian. I guess I must be bi-sexual or something, or maybe just experimenting. Same with Jan. She said she liked you and guys in general and, we're just, well, …"

"I think I understand," I interjected, letting her off the hook. "When you're in need, you don't think too much about who's helping you – male or female. When you need love and it's offered you often take it how it comes." There was a pause in our conversation.

I asked, "You know I'm married and have kids?" I wanted to be sure this wasn't a surprise to her since the topic hadn't come up when we had dinner the night before.

"Yes," she said and paused, then added. "Jan told me. To paraphrase what you just said, when you're in need, when you need love, well, just accept it." She checked the door to the room to be sure no one was there and then lightly kissed me on the cheek. "Jan told me about you and Trish and how you think about relationships and unconditional love. I need to hear it from you first hand because I think it's a philosophy and way of life I've been looking for. And, you should know, I think you're God's gift to this planet." I laughed at the complement and was actually slightly embarrassed. 

"I guess that's it," June said. "I do want to be with you again," she paused then added, "and Jan." We both smiled and squeezed each other's hands. 

"Until tonight," I said. She repeated, "Until tonight," and left for her office.

At two o'clock, Dan, Kirt and I met for an hour. They'd had a chance to think about the concept and were starting to get behind it. I fielded some more questions and we dealt with how our work for Alperion might address some of the objections they thought others might raise. We decided to do a prototype of the system, a mock-up if you will, and run a month's worth of transactions through it just to see what would happen.

After our meeting, I added the prototype tasks to the proposal and gave the file to June on a memory stick to print out. When Jan got back at four-thirty the proposal was on her desk. I was off meeting some colleagues and shepherding some other work that I had going on at the company. 

Jan and June were both still in their offices at seven, when I finished. June gestured me into Jan's office. "Is all OK, boss!" I said in a friendly voice to her. 

"Oh hi. Yes, it's great, really great," Jan said with a nodding smile. "Your proposal is wonderful too. The idea of the prototype is a stroke of genius." I gave credit for the idea to Dan and Kirt. "Well, it's still a great idea. I'll tell them tomorrow. I don't see the need to change a thing. I think you've got yourself a million-dollar job! I accept; she picked up a pen and signed off on the work."

I thanked her profusely for her enthusiasm about the project and for escalating the idea to Hal and involving so many others to get it sold. My stomach then did a very loud growl that seemed to echo around her office; I looked horrified, but asked, "I'm getting a signal, are you guys free for dinner?"

Jan announced in a loud voice, "Our consultant is making us an offer we can't refuse!"

June said, "I'm ready coach." We laughed and I said, "Let's go." The three of us headed out.

As we walked down the hallway towards the parking area, I asked if June was a runner. Of course I knew that Jan was. June said, "Yes, I love to run. I just don't get much opportunity."

"Well, do you have your jogging togs and trainers with you?" I asked. "Yes, I do," she replied. 

"Well, is anyone up for a run before dinner? I think my stomach will last." I asked. "It'll be light for another hour."

Jan looked delighted and so did June. I was feeling bloated from my lack of exercise, but I really had been enjoying all the replacement exercise in the bedroom.

The three of us headed to Jan's house and in fifteen minutes, having changed clothes in front of each other, we all headed out the door for a run. I had a slight erection from having been in the same room with June as we changed. Hell, I was starting to have a slight erection all the time!

It was almost dark when we finished; we were three hot and sweaty individuals. We went into Jan's backyard where she had lawn chairs and an outdoor table. The three of us sat there, huffing and puffing. We had sprinted the last three hundred yards. We were a joyous bunch, happy with the infusion of natural drugs into our systems.

"I suggest we all go slutty casual to dinner," I said, trying to bait my two compatriots. 

"Oh, that sounds like a nice idea," Jan said in a wanton tone. June agreed. They both got up and said, "You stay here. We'll shower, but then we need to find some appropriate outfits to wear to meet your specifications," and they disappeared into the house. Jan returned in two minutes with a glass of wine and a deep kiss for me. I waited about fifteen minutes and then I came inside, calling out, "Ready or not, here I come."

I could hear the two of them giggling upstairs like a couple of teenagers. I couldn't believe Jan was in her forties and that June was in her twenties; they seemed like sisters. Trish and I were about halfway in between them in age.

I went upstairs and the two of them called me into Jan's bedroom. I was speechless at what I saw. Both women were wearing high gloss, four inch, spike heels; Jan's were black and June's red. As my eyes worked the way up their long and very shapely legs, I then found the very briefest of short, jean cutoffs on both of them. Move over Jessica Simpson and Daisy Mae.

Jan had on a tube top that barely covered her breasts and certainly did nothing to discourage anyone from understanding that she had well-developed mammalaries and that they were modestly excited. Her shoulders were bare, of course except for a leather choker. 

June had light blouse on; she'd tied the shirttails just beneath her breast. Like Jan she wasn't wearing a bra and her excitement showed. Both had on large dangly earrings too.

They had applied an excessive amount of blue eye shadow and dark red lipstick. Their hair was still damp from their showers and each woman had it pulled back in a wicked looking ponytail. As I looked, I was reminded of the stage vamps in the play, Grease. I'd asked for slutty, and I got slutty.




Circle of Love Pt. 02



I walked up and put an arm around each of them and pulled them too me. The both squealed and jerked away, pointing at my body and going, "Oh, dirty. Smelly." I took the hint. I complemented them on their outfits and them headed to the shower.  

I couldn't decide what a guy would do to dress 'slutty', particularly at my age. I had tight jeans with me so I wore those, no socks and went commando. I hacked and ripped the sleeves off an old shirt I had in my suitcase that I carried to wear around my hotel room. I was more the tattered look than the slutty look; the effect was somewhat like a gigolo from some other movie I'd seen years before. 

I joined the women in the living room where they were having wine. They applauded when I walked in. "Oh good," Jan said, "all three of us look 'slutty'. Now where shall we go? It's got to be real public, where we'll make a scene." I admired her sense of adventure and risk given that she was a senior manager. If any of her co-workers saw her dressed like this, they would wonder about her sanity and what she did in her spare time.

We finally settled on going to a gin mill called The Old Mill. It was known for its bar and juke box, as well as being a meat locker for the single or wishing-they-were-single set. Twenty minutes later, we were there. 

We created a stir when we walked into the place. I had a hand firmly planted on each girl's ass as we walked in and were offered a booth. I slipped in the middle between the two of them. They both slid over next to me and each placed a hand in my crotch. I nearly went into orbit.

We ordered some beers to keep in tune with the atmosphere of the place and some burgers. The waitress wasn't dressed all that differently from Jan and June; she smiled at me a lot, and that also contributed to the swelling in my pants. 

The jukebox was blaring out some rock, and there were three couples on a ten-foot square dance floor gyrating in step with the music. I asked both girls to dance, and we headed out to the floor. 

The three of us did some dirty dancing. We were putting on a show for the guys in the bar. The girls shimmied and shook, pressed their nubile bodies up against me periodically, and we rocked. I noted that almost every tongue in the place – male or female – was hanging out. The girls were much better at dancing provocatively than I was. My initial contribution was to smooth their asses as we danced, but then I got more creative.

At once point, I took turns pulling the women to me so I was spooning my dick up against their ass. I reached around and fondled their breasts through their tube tops, and then acted as though I was humping them doggie style. Several catcalls and "go-guy" calls erupted from the bar, as the patrons toasted us with their beers.

We saw our dinners get delivered so we broke off the dancing and I followed two very hot, very delectable swaying asses back to the table. My pants were displaying my predilection for the female form.

A couple of guys came over and asked the girls to dance. I must have looked like the hamburger on my plate. The women giggled, politely declined and inched over closer to me, reached under the table and grabbed my thighs near my cock. I jerked alert. Both guys must have wondered what I had that they didn't have. I didn't volunteer to include them on my expense account.

After dinner both girls huddled across in front of me. Finally, June announced, "We both wanna fock," in a deep Bronx-like accent. "We wanna feel yur cock in our cunts real soon." 

I started to talk like Fonzie, and said, "Well, I'd be da guy dat is able and willig to help yous womens out any way dat I can." I tossed some money on the table to cover the tab, and we walked back out, my hand inside the cutoffs of each girl. Eat your hearts out bar guys.

The two girls rode in the back seat and put on a show for me as I watched in the rear view mirror. We weren't out of the parking lot before their tube tops were pulled up and they were taking turns sucking and licking each other's breasts. They made sure to give me lots of visual stimulation as I watched in the rear-view mirror. They kept talking like city sluts to each other, calling out things they wanted to do to each other and do to me. My hard-on grew with each mile.

At Jan's house, the two women piled out of the car adjusting their tops in case any neighbors were our walking a dog or whatever. We all went into the house. Jan didn't turn on the lights as usual but instead pulled us all into the living room and lit the candles again. 

The three of us stood there and took turns removing items of clothing from each other's bodies, leaning in or kneeling in and licking or sucking as breasts or sex organs became exposed. When we were all nude, I pushed the two women to the sofa.

I had them both sit with their pussies exposed to the maximum. I ate Jan out for a minute and then shifted to June. My plan was to shift back and forth between the women escalating the enjoyment I hoped I would be providing.

Instead, however, Jan got on the floor under me when I started licking June's pussy. She held my cock, pulled it into her mouth and started sucking me in a sensuous blowjob from below. I kept up my cunnilingus attack on June. Soon June and I were panting. I reached down and told Jan to go a little slower, else I'd end the evening prematurely. She backed off.

I had brought June pretty close to orgasm from my licking and fingering of her cunt. I pulled Jan out from beneath me and then moved up and plunged my prick into June's moist tunnel. She was fully exposed to me, legs spread wide in invitation. "Oh fuck," she whimpered as I penetrated her. 

Jan came up to the sofa and sat next to June. She grabbed a small towel and pushed it under June to absorb her girl cum and keep it off the sofa then leaned over and sucked on June's ample right breast and reached down and rubbed her clit in a gesture of love and passion. Jan and I both worked on June for another ninety seconds before she started to loudly vocalize, "Oh, fuck" once every few seconds. Then, she moaned and screamed her little scream of pleasure; her body shuddered and then went rigid under me and she climaxed with a small gush of love fluid.

Jan and I both leaned into her and kissed and licked her face and neck and breasts. Our tongues didn't miss much. June pulled the two of us into her, "Oh, I love you guys so much. That was stupendous, one of the best orgasms I've ever had. I'm so lucky to have found you both." We kissed her deeply and caringly.

I still had not cum, so I pulled out of June and shifted to my left so I could start to love Jan. She shifted position and opened her legs to me. I knelt in front of her for two minutes administering a quick dose of pussy licking, G-spot thrusting and clit sucking, occasionally bringing her bottom off the sofa as I hit the right spots. I was now a man on a mission.

June leaned over Jan French kissing her and then working on her breasts. Then I caught Jan's eyes with mine, I left a dose of saliva to help lubricate her still tight tunnel, and I moved up and entered her. "Oh, dear God," she blurted out as I sunk into her. Jan wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me deep into her as I made each in stroke.

After I penetrated her, June reached down and started aggressively massaging Jan's clit. She seemed to know just how to do it, since Jan kept squeaking and raising her pelvic area up off the sofa and into my thrusts. I pumped a few more times. Jan said loudly but in a voice tinged with exertion, "Oh, I think I'm gonna cum. Oh, dear God I'm gonna cum, Oh dear God I'm cuming," I pounded again harder and harder, "Ohhhhh, shit. Here it cums." 

With that her body went rigid and she duplicated the moans and language June had used only five minutes earlier. I felt very gratified that I could bring two women to climax so close to one another. 

I remained inside Jan while June and I lavished kissed and oral stimulation on her face, mouth, neck and breasts. Jan relished the attention, and said, "We'll cancel everything the rest of the week and just stay here and fuck all day and all night. Oh, I don't want to stop this ever. Why did I wait until now to discover this? Has fucking been this good all along and I missed it?"

I still hadn't cum and June apparently made note of this. June pulled me out of Jan and down on the floor. She pulled a cushion off the sofa for my head, put the towel down and then mounted my very erect cock. "You are going to make me a very happy woman in a couple of minutes," she said, as she started to thrust up and down on my rod.

Jan watched the two of us for a few moments. At one point when she knew I was watching, she pulled one of her own tits up to her mouth and visibly ran her tongue around the nipple. I'd told her that move was a real turn on to me. I was impressed and my cock gave an extra twitch. I then I gestured that she should come over and sit on my face. June was still stroking up and down, my hands on her hips helping guide her motions and timing. Jan moved into position and lowered her pussy to my mouth. I engaged her clit and vagina immediately, feeling her jerk and twitch as I made contact with my tongue.

Jan and June both started to smooth each other's breasts and bodies. I could feel Jan's hand down by my penis as she started to again rub June's clitoris. I knew they were taking turns sucking on each other's breasts while I pleasured both of them as best I could.

June and I both reached a crescendo in only a few moments. Jan read the signals and moved to the side, but continued to smooth June's sex areas. June started to pant, and then I could feel her vaginal muscle convulse. She had that same motion with her hips as Jan that seemed to milk my cock and say, "Deposit sperm in here!" 

I sighed, went rigid and delivered about a gallon of white milky fluid into June's cunt, in surge after surge of pleasure as my climax extended itself. Jan had moved behind June, caressing her breasts as June climaxed and allowing her to fall back into her arms. She leaned in a kissed her deeply. June gushed several ounces of her cum fluid over me.

Jan released her and June fell forward onto my body, cradling my head in her hands as she kissed me. "Oh, you are a love," she said. She reached back to pull Jan down next to me, "And, you are too. Oh, I love making love with the two of you. Can we keep this up forever? Can we find a way to make orgasms last forever?"

June raised up and I flopped out of her body; she lay down next to me. Jan immediately came and sucked me clean, commenting as she did about how nice the two of us tasted mixed together. I asked for a sample, and she came up and kissed me. June asked for a sample and Jan went back to the well, this time sucking and licking June's wet pussy area. June jerked and twitched as Jan stimulated several after-shocks, then Jan came up and injected several teaspoons worth of mixed man-juice and woman-juice into June's willing mouth. Both women kissed and tongued over the experience. I asked for more, and both women came and shared some of the after-taste with me again in a flurry of tender kisses.

We were all sighing and panting from our lovemaking. Jan suggested we all come up to bed. We gathered our clothes from around the living room and followed her up the stairs. I asked June what she'd do for a dress in the morning, "Oh, I'll find something in Jan's closet I guess," was her reply. I, fortunately, had everything I needed in the car.

I got in the middle and cuddled the two women on either side of me. We continued to kiss, fondle, lick and insert fingers into each other's key body parts. Eventually, we started fucking and fingering again. This time, June said, I want you to cum in Jan; she needs your love juice too.

After spearing June for a while, I shifted over to Jan and put my focus on both making her cum again and leaving some cum in her honey pot. We were in the missionary position, but I was raised on extended arms to that June could suckle on Jan's breasts and nipples, as well as reach Jan's clit. June occasionally reached around and grabbed my sack and fondled it gently to encourage my cuming. She did just that.

I picked up my pace and then whispered to the two of them, "Oh, I'm going to cum. I'm cuming in this pussy, deep in this pussy, this wonderful tight pussy that I love to fuck. I'm cuming," I held my breath for thirty seconds as I continued to thrust wildly into Jan, then I exploded with, "right fucking NOW!" I exploded for the second time that evening, this time deep into Jan's cunt.

June did all the right things to supplement my cuming and Jan's climax. Her hands and tongue were very active during the seconds leading up to and immediately after our climaxes. While still in Jan, I reached over to June's pussy and inserted two fingers into her. 

I thrust my fingers in and out of June, searching for her G-spot. When I thought I'd found it; she verified my discovery by arching her back and starting to moan in a way different from my earlier attempts on her. I increased the force of my finger thrusts and really increased the frequency with which I was making very rapid forays into her cunt.

June came. She had lay down next to Jan and me as I worked on her, my cock still buried in Jan. "Oh, hell," she gasped, "I'm gonna cum again. Oh. Ohh fuck. Ohhh fuck me," and then she went rigid again, reaching down and clutching my right hand and fingers into her cunt with both of her hands as she arched. She ejected some more girl-juice onto my hand as she came; I found this exciting and when I tasted it a few seconds later, I wondered if anyone could find a way to sell it by the gallon; it had the same wonderful aroma and taste that Jan did when I was eating her.

Jan kept me inside her and cuddled down on my chest, knees pressed tightly against my hips. June reached an arm over the two of us as she snuggled up beside us. Our bare bodies were in maximum contact for those few minutes as we shared kisses and tongue with each other.

Finally, Jan slid off and I pulled both women into my body, we somehow pulled a sheet up over us, and we went to sleep. 

The next evening we repeated the whole process again, only without dressing slutty and going to the bar room dive. The next morning I went back to the Hilton, checked out, caught the seven o'clock morning plane, and was in my office in Boston before nine o'clock. 

To be continued in Part 3



Circle of Love Pt. 03



This story is about five consenting adults that engage in a polyamorous relationship. There is a strong sexual content, including lesbian scenes. There is also a fair bit of philosophy in the story about how and why relationships like this take place. If this isn't for you, please move on; if it is, please enjoy my early writing attempts. I urge you to VOTE as you finish each section of this five-part story. Thanks for your support.

Please read the earlier Parts to understand the characters and unfolding situation in this story. No one part can standalone from the others.

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Selling a million dollar job in my company was no small feat, so when I arrived I was hailed as though I was a conquering hero. I was modest about the sale since it really hadn't taken all that much work; I had spent far more effort to win far smaller projects, even at Alperion.

I found out who the available project managers were and found out that Jim Macmillan was available and in the office. Jim was a powerhouse technology guy, had a great outgoing personality, yet was widely read and traveled. He was in his early thirties, liked and respected across the firm, and looked quite fit. It turned out he did long distance bicycling in the evenings and on weekends. He said he had a few girlfriends but no one at the moment that was a steady partner. I outlined the accounts payable work to him to see if he was interested.

I told him about the various people he'd meet at Alperion, without going into the recent evening encounters by Jan, June and me. We also talked about change management and how to get the various stakeholders to line up in favor of the new system and approach to doing work. 

Jim agreed to run the project and said he could start any time. I told him we'd start on Monday morning at Alperion's headquarters in Camp Forge outside of Philly. I told him to pack for the week, bring his exercise gear, and to book a room for the week at the Camp Forge Hilton. 

As we got into the details of the project, we also talked about project staff. We kicked around some ideas on whom he'd like and I told him to sign them up if he could and get them on site as soon as possible. He found me late that afternoon and told me he'd been able to get Bill, Darlene and Sandy to join him as the initial project team and they would all be down in Philly on Monday morning. He'd also thought up a novel way to create a working prototype in record time. I'd picked the right guy.

My weekend was a fun one with the family. I helped prepare the house and on Saturday, Rachel, my oldest, had her sixteenth birthday. She actually talked to me all weekend without her normal surly, teenage attitude that had been so prevalent the past three years. Had I ever had a normal conversation with her since she turned twelve? Sara, her younger sister, was also attentive and nice, and the two of them didn't fight. I wondered what planet I'd landed on.

Friday evening the house was in turmoil with a flux of teenagers in and out. I decided to wait until the morning and tell Trish about June. Over coffee the next morning she gave me her curious look and asked how things were in Camp Forge.

I smiled and said, "Well, the extended family extended a little over the week." Trish shot me a questioning look. "You about Jan. Now I have to tell you about June." Trish rolled her eyes in a cute way.

"I think I'd better come with you next week or you'll have five more in your harem," Trish said with a snicker. "Tell me about June and is this 'instead of' or 'in addition to'."

I said, "It's 'in addition to.' June is Jan's AA and apparently needed some love. She'd had a recent and rough break up with a long-term boyfriend. As it turned out, Jan had offered her some affection and comfort while I was up here last week loving you."

"Oh," I added, "I took a snapshot of the two of them with my cell phone." I unfurled the phone and dialed up the snapshot on the little two-inch screen. 

"Well if this is any indication," Trish stated, "I've got some healthy competition. I better lose ten pounds and change my hair color."

"Don't you dare change a thing," I said, "I love you just the way you are. And, this is not a competition. No one wins or loses. We all just love each other."

"Yea, but next week they'll get you four nights a week and I'll only get you three," Trish said with a smile.

"Then come down to Camp Forge next week and join us," I suggested.

"I'd love to. I'd love to meet them, particularly given what you've told me about how they think about the world and people and loving each other and you, but this coming week is bad for me at work and with Rachel and Sara. Maybe in a week or two, let me see what I can schedule on Monday. Things are crazy at the agency; we just lost our art director."

Trish and I were affectionate to each other and made love the three nights I was home. I wasn't being given a chance to rest up; everyone wanted my cum. That seemed OK to me.

Trish rushed around the rest of the weekend, what with the party, food and a sleep over for a dozen girls in our basement. Rachel, our oldest, had moved from the room she'd shared with Sara down to the finished basement about two years prior so she could have her own space. We monitored basement activity regularly without her being too aware of it; at least no one was sneaking in -- yet!

The party's main focus was watching horror films all night. I had helped Rachel set up a DVD player and TV (birthday presents), we cleaned out the horror section at Blockbuster, thus all Saturday night we kept hearing screams from the teenagers and one or more teenage girls would come running up stairs from the basement to Trish or me covering their eyes, and saying how horrifying the movie was. We'd laugh and help them reconnect with the real world then they'd turn and go back to the group for another dose of terror.

I did all sorts of husbandly things around the house too. We connected with our next-door neighbors on Sunday for a cookout. It was most unusual that all of our kids and all of their kids were there. It hadn't happened before and I don't think it ever happened again.

Monday morning I was on the 6:30 am flight from Logan Airport, had the rental car by 8:00 am; and was in my assigned conference room at Alperion's HQ by 8:30 am. I hadn't seen Jim Macmillan or the others he'd signed up for the project on the flight, so I assumed they were on one of the next flights. I left word at the security desk to call me when they arrived. 

I went to June's office and bid her good morning. We chatted about her weekend. Jan came in from a breakfast meeting, and gave me a cherry greeting as well. I told them both about the team we'd put together for the AP project and that I'd introduce them before the morning was out.

About nine o'clock, security called and said that my four compatriots were there awaiting escort. June and I went down to fetch them and take them to human resources to get them permanent contractor badges so they wouldn't have to check in each morning. June and I helped everyone get a cup of coffee and then herded everyone into my conference room.

Jan joined us and everyone introduced himself or herself to everyone else. We had a nice group of people for this engagement. Jan got Kirt and Dan from Purchasing and AP to join us for a few minutes so they could meet the team. Dan suggested that since a lot of the activity would require interfacing with AP that Jim and the team use some of the open offices in their part of the building. I was relieved as Jim agreed for the group, since I could continue to enjoy my somewhat small conference room alone. After a few moments, Jim and team members followed Dan over to the other side of the complex to what would be their new offices for the next few months.

After everyone trooped out of the conference room, Jan, June and I were the only ones left. Jan looked at me, raised an eyebrow and said, "Tonight?" She extended her look to June.

I looked at the two of them, smiled broadly, and said, "I'm in." June said, "Me too." I added, "I might have to help settle the team into the Hilton, but that shouldn't take too long; I don't need to baby sit them. I've missed loving you guys but I've been lucky to be loved over the weekend. Trish said to say Hello and that she really wants to come down soon and meet everyone." They looked curious.

We all went back to our jobs and the daily work of building a new Alperion. 

I checked in on the team in late morning, spending some time with Jim going over the ideas for the prototype and the rest of the project. He said Dan had spent over an hour with the team describing the current operations and leaving them reviewing several huge manuals and other documentation for the current system. They had set up some interviews with other Purchasing and AP staff in the afternoon and the next day. I was happy things were moving along briskly.

At noon, I suggested lunch in the cafeteria. The five of us went down to the eatery as I led the way for them. We reassembled at one of the larger tables. Jim and I each had an empty seat next to us. I was pleasantly surprised when a few minutes after we sat down, Jan and June appeared with their trays. I hailed them and indicated we had space, they smiled and walked over and joined us. Jim was impressed that someone of Jan's rank would dine with us.

The lunch conversation turned out to be a pleasant grilling of Jim and as the noise level allowed the other team members further down the table about their lives and backgrounds. I guessed that Jan wanted to know more about them than just some brief bios and a cursory introduction. I read that she was impressed. I also picked up some flirty eyes between Jim and June.

That evening I led Jim and his team back to the hotel in a small caravan of rental cars. We all checked in and I went to my room and put on casual clothes. I loaded my duffle bag with my contingency clothes in case I didn't make it back to the Hilton that night and put that in my car. Then, I met the team in the bar for a quick drink. I explained that I had a dinner engagement without saying whom it was with. We had a quick chat so I could make sure everything was going alright, and then I left to meet Jan and June.

I had told the two of them that I wouldn't make the jog this evening, but I'd be there for dinner. When I arrived at Jan's house the two women apparently had not jogged, but had changed into chic casual clothes, and were in the kitchen preparing a dinner. I guessed we weren't going out. I kissed and hugged both of them, noting that the "kiddies were all tucked in." Dinner was a scrumptious pork loin with lots of trimmings and extras. I was highly complimentary to the cooks. My only job at that point was to keep everyone's wine glass full; I did that with great aplomb.

I made the two of them sit and enjoy their wine while I did clean up and put away, my specialty. I had to make a few creative guesses about where things went in Jan's kitchen, but I was sure Jan would eventually find everything.

When I was done I went and joined the women, kissing them both as I sat down between them on the sofa. Each one reached over and put a hand on one of my thighs. As a guy it is really nice to be rubbed and smoothed; this time was no exception. We made some small talk about dinner as the remnants of the wine disappeared from our glasses.

Jan then asked about Trish and what my weekend had been like. I explained how I'd told her about June. She said with a blush, "I can't believe she's so relaxed about us. I've been working on my mind to get to where she is."

"Oh," I said, "she'll be less broadminded unless we include her. I'm on her case to come join us down here soon. Trish can't do it this week, but maybe next week or the week after. As for getting to where you see Trish, I think you're closer than you think. You willingly love the two of us," indicating Jan and me, "and accept our love in return. I don't detect any jealousy or bad feelings from you at all about this or even Trish, other than the desire to do more."

June nodded, "Yes, that is how I feel. When you say unconditional love and talk about the concept I resonate with the concept, then something will twist me back into thinking about exclusivity and possession of another person but that doesn't feel right either and I know it's fraught with problems and disasters; I know, I just spent three years in a bad relationship based on that approach. I don't want to go back but the thoughts still come to me."

I'd told them both several times to remember that what you give comes back to you multiplied. If you give love then you get it back many times over. If you give fear, restrictions and rules, then they are what you get back and that can be scary, confining and make for an unhappy relationship.

"Every time you get one of those thoughts and one of us is around, come and share it with us. We'll talk you down. If we're not around just say to yourself over and over again, 'I am loved completely and unconditionally'. Close you eyes and say it now five times but focus on the words and what they mean. June did. Her eyes opened in a smile after her careful recitations.

"Thank you," she said and kissed both Jan and me. We both said "Thank you" to her.

Jan then leaned over to me and ran her tongue lightly and sensuously across my lips, cheeks and eye lids several times. My eyes closed to the sensation. I felt June shift her weight next to me and then felt her tongue circling into my left ear. Game on.

I alternately responded to both women, attending to first one then the other. My arms went around both and drew them into me. My head kept alternating between enjoying their oral attention to me and then paying back in kind to each of them.

"We really want to make love," Jan said as she rose, "come upstairs with me." She pulled us both up and we ascended to her bedroom. Jan lit a couple of candles to enhance the room's atmosphere and provide us some light to see each other's stimulating bodies.

"Don't take off your clothes," I said, "the other two of us will help you do it." With that, Jan and I approached June and slowly and methodically unbuttoned her blouse and carefully removed it, placing on a chair; then we unzipped her slacks and pulled them down so she could step out of them, losing her shoes in the process. Then we both blew hot air through the fabric of her bra onto her taut and ample breasts. June put her head back and closed her eyes just enjoying the moment. Jan undid the bra snap and we pulled the lacy garment off of her body and added it to her pile. I then slid her brief thong down her legs and she stepped out of it. She was nude. I licked her wet slit once and was rewarded with a little shudder.

We then stood and June and I went into action on Jan. Jan's top was a pullover, so it didn't have buttons. We inched the fabric up above her bra, baring her stomach and delicate brassiere. We both leaned in as we had done for June and suckled through the fabric onto her nipples. We each felt her nubbins harden under out attacks. June helped Jan out of the top, and then she relieved her of the bra as well. 

As we started to undo Jan's belt, she said, "I have a surprise for you. Keep going." We inched Jan's slacks off of her legs, leaving only her thong. Then I knew what the surprise was. 

"You shaved your pubes," I said. Jan smiled and pushed the thong off of her hips so that he pussy area was uncovered. She struck a lewd pose that fully exposed her entire pussy; her lips were extended and very visible on the hairless landscape. 

"With all the licking and sucking going on," she said, "I figured a few less hairs in everyone's mouths would be appreciated. Besides I feel sexy as all hell." She had a big smile. "Now you know how I spent my weekend!"

June bent to examine the mons and labia and the complete absence of hair. Then she announced, "Oh, I want to do that too!" 

I admitted that her extra nudity was indeed sexy. My pants had this rocky looking bulge in them.

Jan shed the thong and then she gestured to June, and the two of them approached me. June kissed my lips and licked along one side of my neck while Jan did the other side. My shirt disappeared in record time. My pants then slid away; I was commando much to their enjoyment and surprise. I shed pants, socks and shoes in one fluid motion.

"You need to shave too," Jan said as she reached for my stiffening rod but instead yanked at a chunk of my pubic hair.

"Well let's have a shaving party," I said. Everyone stopped, and then the three of us headed to the bathroom.

Jan produced a pair of small scissors. She had me sit on the toilet seat and lean back. I put a towel over the tank so I didn't have to lean against a cold ceramic box. Jan and June both took turns carefully trimmed aware my pubic hair until the only thing left was short stubble. I had a magnificent hard on watching my two naked friends minister to me.

June and I traded places and then Jan and I reduced June's blond bush to stubble in only a few minutes. I made sure to use my fingers a lot as I tested for hair and smoothness.

Jan then got a new safety razor and a can of shaving gel from her vanity. We lathered up June and Jan presented me with the razor. "Here," she said, "You shave everyday. You're probably better at this than I was." I accepted the honor and knelt before June.

I very carefully edged the razor around June's pussy feeling the sharp blades hacking off the stubble we'd created a moment before. As she spread her legs even further apart, I worked closer and closer to her vaginal opening. After several minutes, I was through and I had not nicked her once - a triumph.

Jan got a hot washcloth and after it had cooled to a temperature that wouldn't produce third degree burns I placed it over June's groin and held it there. "Oh, God," she said immediately. Her body stiffened, her legs shot out and she climaxed with the two of us bending over her. Her hands clutched each of our arms in a vice-like grip as an orgasm rippled through her body. Finally, she said, "Oh, wow! That was amazing," as she floated down from her high.

A minute or two later, I sat on the throne again, this time lathered up and ready for the razor. Jan was chosen as the one to administer the shave. She, too, was very careful not to nick any part of me. I made a lot of jokes about losing my masculinity to her in trade for her virginity. I was nervous. She pulled my scrotum carefully to create a smooth surface to work on, occasionally asking June to help. My cock remained in a high state of alert and readiness throughout the task. June even licked the end of it several times, which did little to assuage my fear of a wayward razor. Finally, I got the hot washcloth treatment; I resisted cuming although I was tempted.

We all went back to Jan's bedroom feeling breezes blow on us where they hadn't before. We took turns smoothing each other's nether regions, enjoying the hairlessness we now had. I said the true test was sucking and fucking, and with that I slid down the bed and latched onto Jan's cunt with my mouth. June joined me in close proximity.

Licking and sucking on a woman that has shaved IS different. I was immediately struck with the thought that I had less searching to do to find her clit, lips or other little indentations and bumps that I knew she liked me to find. Jan verified that she was enjoying my treatment much more without the 'forest', as she called it. June joined me and we shared Jan's pussy, initially paying attention only on the outside, but then extending our range of operation inside with tongues and fingers. 

Jan climaxed. We could hear her panting and issuing forth little oh's and ah's as we went along, but then we felt her going rigid and realized she had inhaled and was not exhaling. She was holding her breath while her orgasm washed over her. June and I both had a finger inside at that point stroking her G-spot and whatever else was available.




Circle of Love Pt. 03



June was next, and I joined Jan as we started to repeat on June what we'd just done to her. We both licked, sucked, tongued and fingered her snatch. She kept telling us to fuck her good or to do more of some move. 

I had an idea and whispered it to Jan as a question; she nodded affirmatively. We kept working on June until I felt she was nearing her climax. Jan nodded to me. June was turned slightly towards us rather than lying prone, so I could reach her anal opening. I took my index finger, dipped it in June's pussy for some lubrication, and then thrust it into her ass. She went rigid, inhaled in shock with a loud squeak, held her breath, climaxed, and then started to yell, "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Oh my. Oh my. Is that legal? Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." I extracted as she came down from a unique high.

We all kissed and hugged and briefly discussed whether we would every try anal sex. We postponed a decision for that evening.

Two mouths with tongues then started to work over my cock and scrotum. I was already hard, but watching the attention of two beautiful women with generous breasts was over the top. I became a rod of steel in seconds. They honored my request to cum in someone rather than just blow off in someone's mouth, as sexy as that might be. 

Both women knelt next to each other so I could fuck them doggie style. Two sexually attractive rear ends extended upwards to my hard stick in invitation to love. I thrust first into Jan, pistoning about eight times before pulling out and repositioning behind June where I repeated the process. I reached under each woman I was fucking and fondled their pendulous breasts as I worked on the rears. I switched again, and again. The two of them held hands and said sweet words of love to each other.

I then had them roll over so I could see them both face to face: eight thrusts into Jan, eight into June, eight into Jan, eight in June, and on and on. I could lean down and suck on their breasts, see their sexual appeal, look lovingly into their eyes and gaze on their toned bodies. I wondered whom I'd be in when my climax arrived. I told each woman that I loved her and showered them with kisses of love and desire.

Both women were approaching orgasms. They were using their hands on each other in different ways depending on whom I was fucking at the moment. When I was in Jan, June was reaching over with mouth and hands fondling and rubbing. Then we switched and I was deep in June, and Jan was rubbing and licking. 

Both women started to rotate their hips against me with that "give me all you've got" message. It was not wasted on me. I moved closer and closer to orgasm as we all picked up the pace: eight thrusts in Jan, eight thrusts in June, and so on. I was making my thrusts longer and longer, pulling out to the very tip of my cock and then thrusting all the way into them on each stroke in one long penetrating gesture -- sometimes slowly and sometime fast.

Finally, Jan received my climax. I was carefully counting off my eight thrusts into her but I never got to seven. At six I had a blinding flash of pleasure overtake me; I went rigid and made my sixth thrust deep into her body and held position as my climax arrived. There was no seventh stroke only the heaven on earth feeling as spurt after spurt of my jism erupted from my body into her love tunnel.

Even as I was injecting my cum into Jan, I had the presence of mind to reach over to June and thrust four fingers into her body and move them in and out with a rapid staccato motion. June knew I'd cum but was not expecting I'd bring her off while Jan and I were still experiencing our orgasms. But I did. June came and with even greater intensity than it appeared she had when she was being shaved. The bedroom was filled with moans, words of sexuality, and words of love.

The three of us each enjoyed our highs, our peaks, and our blinding light experiences for that moment. I collapsed between the two women, pulled them both to me with kisses and words of tender endearment. We wanted to crawl inside each other; we couldn't get close enough to one another. 

We fell asleep entwined with each other. The night was warm and the sweat from our exertions helped cool our bodies after we stopped our erotic exercises.

I woke about an hour later receiving a blowjob from Jan. She whispered to me that she and June wanted more cock. "We liked the switching back and forth that you were doing. That was nice. We want to do it some more." June was stroking my smooth pubes and smiling at me. I was inflating in response to the attention. 

A few minutes later we started the eight strokes in Jan, eight strokes in June game. Jan told me that this time I should cum in June. June pulled me into her with her legs behind my butt to indicate that she liked that idea. I told Jan to get on my right side since I'm right handed and would use that hand to finish her off if she was near to orgasm and I could reach her. 

I had more stamina this time. I'd cum but didn't have the urgency this time. I paid more attention to the women, kissing and loving each of them, romancing their necks, ears, hair, face, arms, breasts and nipples, changing positions slightly for different patterns of stimulation. 

Eventually I felt the start of my climax. I shifted over to June, nodding to her to show her I was near. She whispered, "I'll cum with you; you start, I'll finish." I was doing long strokes again and it took only two extra strokes and I blew apart, filling June's vagina with my cum. June went rigid too and held her breath, even past the point that I had. Only then did I realize that Jan had thrust a finger into June's ass at the moment of orgasm, triggering an even greater high than I could have delivered alone. How do women know how to do that?

I pulled Jan closer to the two of us and she shifted so I could reach her cunt. I then put one, then two, then three and finally four fingers into her cunt, applying the wild in and out motions I had to June an hour before. Jan raised her hips to meet my masturbating hand, adding her own fingers to the mix, and then came with a groan and squeal of delight.

Again, the three of us cuddled close, this time under the sheet. I was exhausted and fell asleep with everyone else. None of us got up until the alarm went off at 6:20 am. 

###

I'm not sure how the idea to involve Jim Macmillan in our group arose, but sometime in that first week he was on site it did. I have a vague memory that June initiated the suggestion. I didn't pursue first mention of it but June, ever sensitive to my needs, came to me while I was alone in my conference room office one afternoon, "Can we talk?" I said with a smile, "Of course, come on in. Sit."

"I want to talk to you about you ... and Jim," she said. I nodded. "I love you. But I feel some chemistry with Jim too that I'd like to explore. I'm worried that you'll feel I'm abandoning you or that I don't love you."

"June," I said, looking her straight in her beautiful blue-green eyes, "I know you love me and I bask in that love. There's a precious short supply of it going around. If you feel you can extend that love to another person, male or female, I'm glad that you are willing to share it. It is yours to give, not mine to restrict."

I went on, "Jan and I had just found a loving and caring space; then you joined us in a different way from how you'd know her for two years. We extended our love to each other and I shall be eternally grateful to both of you for sharing, even if one or both of you decided to end it today for whatever reason. I love you both but I put no restrictions on that love, for instance, exclusivity."

June said, "Would you feel that way if your wife fell in love with someone else?" 

I thought carefully then answered her, "I would. Trish has felt special about several other people in her life since we've been married. I didn't push her or restrict her and in fact I gave her the opportunity and encouragement to explore."

"Trish chose not to share one friend with me and that was fine; He couldn't deal with me and not the other way around. Because of that, the relationship eventually cooled. I kept my ego in check and gave her free rein and tried to meet her needs as I best I could while that was going on. I knew if I started in with rules and restrictions I'd lose my butterfly." I smiled at June.

I went on while June listened attentively, "Trish has been extremely loving to me ever since we met. When she has had other friends in her life and there was a sexual component to the relationship I in fact got even more loving than I was used to. We'd use her new relationship to help us break out of the rut of familiarity that we all fall so easily into. Those times also triggered a greatly increased communication and intimacy between the two of us. What is happening now with you and Jan is having the same results. I wouldn't trade any of it. I love Trish. I love Jan. I love you."

"Lastly, to your question about how I'd feel if you started seeing Jim in some way, well I'd feel ecstatic that you have found someone to share your love with and who loves you, assuming he travels along on the road with you. I would bask in your happiness. I would hope to keep seeing you and sharing a relationship with you but if, for whatever reason, you decide it's not in the cards I will only wish you well. That's how unconditional my love for you is. No jealousy."

I added, "I like Jim. I'm not bisexual but I can see where he would be a welcome addition to our threesome if you were to bring him into our circle. I've felt remiss at times that I can't simultaneously love the two of you and bring you or Jan to climax or some other blissful state while I am attending the other. Perhaps we could continue to switch partners, if Jan and Jim were willing so that I would still have an opportunity to be physical with you. I am very attracted to you and I feel there is good chemistry between us."

"Oh, yes! June stated emphatically, "Really good chemistry! And, yes, I want to be with you often and in a very physical way. No one, and I mean no one, has ever turned me on the way you do."

I smiled and said, "So you really didn't have to check with me, but thank you. The decision is yours and I wish you well. 

"Oh, I'm sensitive to how both you and Jan feel. I did have a few minutes with Jan this morning and she feels the way you do. In fact she used many of the same words."

"I expected she would," I laughed, "and if you talked to Trish you hear them again. We didn't just happen to fall into this relationship out of the blue; there were some strong shared values that we found in each other and that we keep discovering too." I smiled and reached across the table and took her nearest hand in both of mine. "Darling, you go follow your bliss. I'm behind you and I'll help you in any way I can."

Jim, of course, never had a chance of not getting involved in some way, at least with June. I agreed to help her and be the initial shill in the seduction. Late that afternoon I told Jim that June really had a thing for him and that Jan didn't think he was all that bad either. Even for the low ego-need guy that he was, you could see him puff up a bit at the news and a smile spread across his face. After all Jan and June were two of the best-looking women in Alperion, hell, in Pennsylvania. I suggested he take June out to dinner.

We'll he did, that very night. 

Jan and I enjoyed our alone time, taking a longer run than usual on a misty and foggy evening, eating some of her left overs, and then making love on a comforter in front of a fire in her living room fireplace. We both speculated about what Jim and June were doing at several moments during the evening; I think it stimulated our lovemaking. We both missed our partner but were glad we had the opportunity to spur on her happiness.

The next morning I saw June first. She beamed; clearly her heart had been touched the evening before. In a nuance or two she indicated that the rest of her had been touched too. I grinned and shared her happiness with her.

I saw Jim a short time later and asked how his 'dinner' has gone. "Oh, wow," he said, "June is quite a woman. We really hit it off. I think we're doing something tonight too." Being the gentleman that he was he didn't offer any further details. 

Jan and I spent that evening together too. For variety we took a blanket out in her backyard and made love under the stars. Fortunately, none of her neighbors thought to explore the darkness of their backyards while we were out there. The scene was quite erotic and sexual; Jan had found some new positions to try.

I left the next morning to go back to my Boston office for the rest of the week and weekend. Jim had things under control and June and Jan seemed to have Jim under control only he didn't know it.

I talked to Jan on Friday afternoon and she said that things were progressing and that Jim was spending the weekend in Camp Forge. I allowed as how the three of them should enjoy themselves but not forget about me. I chuckled at how this was progressing.

Over the weekend I brought Trish up to speed on what was happening in Camp Forge and Alperion. Since the kids were away with friends most of the weekend, we were able to have several dalliances in unusual places around the house. I personally liked the one in the kitchen the best. Trish still wasn't able to break away for at least another week to come south, but she was encouraging with the relationships I was forming there and where they were going. 

We had a long discussion about what we value in relationships, both in general and in our marriage. We tested where we were and how we felt, and whether there were things that we needed to improve or change in how we were living. 

We also revisited how we'd each felt during some of Trish's liaisons and talking about what we learned from each relationship that helped us today. Most of her relationships still existed but had migrated to being less intimate for one reason or another; several of her friends had had to move away for their careers, for instance. We concluded that intimacy needs some level of reinforcement to it; you can't do it once a year and have it flourish. The relationship can be maintained but not with the intimacy.

Monday, I took the 6:30 am flight to Philly and was at Alperion at 8:30 am. June was on station and I gestured for her to bring her coffee and come and visit. "So how're things in Camp Forge?" I asked.

"Oh, just swimmy," she said in a flip way as she squeezed my hand with a touch of affection and, after checking the door, a short kiss to my lips. "The three of us had an interesting Saturday and Sunday that we'll tell you about real soon. You should plan on joining the three of us for dinner," she paused, "and whatever else." 

"I'll be there," I grinned and asked, "Jan?"

"Oh she enjoyed herself over the weekend too," June said with an obvious smirk. I was dying to know the details. Then I realized I was being unmercifully teased.

"OK," I said, "just what do I have to do to find out some details or even the broad brush strokes of what went on here?" 

June laughed, "Well overall we have a new convert to the unconditional love, extended family you've been building across the nation. Jim is in all the way, although I'm not sure Jan and I did as good a job as you could have done explaining the value set and principles to him."

She went on, "Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights, Jim and I went out and then went back to my condo. Even though we were both all over each other, there was still a lot of time for discussion about values and relationships. Jim is still learning but his heart is in the right place. He is a lover and I find he doesn't have an ego that gets in the way of his rational thinking."

"Saturday," conveniently enough, "Jan just happened to have invited me and anyone I wanted to bring, to come to dinner."

"And you brought who?" I asked with a touch of humor.

"I brought Jim, duh! We seduced him with food and wine, and then Jan used your technique of serving liqueur to him. He went right under and was putty in our hands, although he was pretty nervous about pleasing two of us. We didn't leave Jan's house until late Sunday night."

"Sunday we had an intense discussion at one point and we told him that you were our lover and mentor. He was blown away with that news. I'm sure he'll want to talk to you in a quiet sort of way. We told him we were all lovers and even emphasized that you were doing this with the blessing and encouragement of your wife who we all hoped to meet sometime soon."

I looked at her inviting more. She said, "That's basically it, unless you want a stroke by stroke version?"

I allowed as how I'd like those details tonight if time allowed as I thought it would be extremely erotic to hear how they'd all made love with one another for over 24 hours non-stop. June said, "Oh we did sleep a little."

I laughed. We chatted a little longer and then June said she had to get back to work. Jan was around the building somewhere and would look on me later, she said. 

I walked across the building to the Accounts Payable area and found Jim in his cubicle. Two of his teammates from our company were in adjacent cubicles so we made some small talk for a few minutes. Jim was quite nervous.

I suggested we both go and get some coffee and he jumped at the opportunity. As we were walking to the cafeteria, I asked, "So, I hear you had an interesting weekend? Did you get any sleep?"

Jim shot me a glance as though I caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. I laughed and he seemed to relax a bit at my reaction. He said, "How did you find out so fast. I've spent most of the past eight hours thinking about how to have this discussion with you and even what to say or ask or tell?"

I said, "Well, for one relax. You have not done anything wrong, and in fact if anything you have done many things right. My understanding is that you have two women that love and care for you very much; you didn't have that last Monday when you arrived down here for the first time. Further, my understanding is that you love and care about them, and that's a requirement in my book otherwise someone is being taken advantage of."

"Sometime I'll give you my version of the unconditional love discussion we've shared and that has set the tone for how we act and feel about each other. June was not sure she passed on all the nuances accurately, and I'm certainly willing and able to give you more philosophy than you might want to hear on the subject. My feeling is it's not what you read or study, it's how you act that counts. Act on the belief that you give and receive unconditional love from all of us, me included."

I went on as Jim's mouth continued to hang open, "As you may know I'm married. Rather than have a series of affairs on the road like a lot of guys do, Trish, my wife and I invoke the unconditional love approach to our relationship and the relationships we form with other people. If those relationships help each other grow and expand, and are based on caring and understanding, then they may or may not develop an intimacy component to them. If they do, that's OK. If they don't, that's OK too. There is nothing about what's going on down here that Trish doesn't know about; in fact, she wants to come and meet and participate with us so she can be included in our loving circle."

I stopped. Jim was speechless. We got our coffee and sat for a while, initially in silence as I let him digest what had happened and what I had just said.

Finally, Jim said, "When June first explained the concept to me, I thought she was rationalizing having slept with me on our first date. But the next night, she persisted and wanted to hear me talk about how I think about relationships. I remember we talked about whether they should have restrictions in them or not."




Circle of Love Pt. 03



Jim went on, "Friday night we went into all of this again. I was getting a little worried like I was being roped into someone with wedding plans on her brain, but the subject never came up. I even raised it and she laughed. She told me that might come way later, but this was just screening to see how I'd fit with her and her friends. I didn't know what that meant until Sunday."

"Saturday over dinner both Jan and June talked about relationships and unconditional love. They were so enthusiastic about it and I had to agree with so much of what they said. I felt they had a guru but didn't think to ask them where they were getting their information. That finally came up Sunday, and they said 'You!' Then it came out that you already had deep relationships with them. I mean my mind was blown."

Jim asked, "Am I going to get in your way if I pursue June ... or Jan? Both seem to want a relationship with me, separately or together. They are both wonderful women who I respect a tremendous amount. But what will you want out of this."

I picked up the discussion again, "I want both of them to be happy and feel loved; you too. When I met each one their love buckets were pretty empty. Are you going to get in the way? Absolutely not. It is not my position or temperament to answer for Jan or June, but I'm pretty sure based on what they've told me that they want both of us in their lives as friends, colleagues and lovers. I know I want both of them, and Trish, in my life; I need them all in my life right now. We are teaching each other things about relationships and communications, about love and caring, that I didn't know before. Further, my relationship with Trish has matured yet again because of June and Jan and the concepts and ideas they've shared with me that I can share with her." 

Jim was speechless again. I said, "Look you've been given a lot to think about and I don't expect you'll digest the whole set of events or the 'mind, body, spirit' side of our relationships right away. We can talk again later. Just know that I am in no way angry, jealous, scared, nervous, or upset at anything you've said or done. I just want to say 'Thank you' for loving my friends over the weekend." 

I paused, "I think we're all having dinner tonight. We can continue this then." I reached across the table to offer a handshake and Jim took my hand warmly in his and gave a very sincere handshake of agreement. We both smiled at one another, got up and went back to our offices and the day's work.

I shared the high points of my talk with Jim with June and Jan, just so they were in the loop. We talked about dinner plans; I said I'd bring wine. I asked about "stay over plans" and Jan said by all means to plan on it. I told her I'd just skip the Hilton for the week if that was OK with her; it was.

I arrived at Jan's house with a case of wine. I rationalized the excess three ways: I was going to be a guest at her home, she was a client, and I loved wine. I put it on the expense account. Everyone else was there with no wine and empty glasses when I arrived. They all cheered. I bowed.

I kissed and hugged everyone there, even Jim who stiffened at my greeting. I said, "Don't worry, I'm not into guys." He relaxed immediately, but looked suspicious. Jan and June laughed at the encounter.

We opted for lots of little dishes as our dinner. I told them about a 'rijstaffel' that I'd learned about and loved when I'd worked in the Netherlands. It consisted of many small dishes of so that you only had a bite or two of perhaps forty Indonesian, Asian and Indian specialties. They liked the idea, so armed with the concept we broke into two teams: one went to a nearby Chinese restaurant and the other to a Indian restaurant about three miles away. 

During the drive to the restaurant Jan came with me. I finally got to hear her version of the weekend and Jim. It all sounded like fun; I was glad they had the loving time they did. I asked what the expectations were for later tonight and she said there weren't any, but everyone seemed ready for some type of sexual encounter with the opposite sex. We both agreed that was a welcome idea and kissed.

When we regrouped, we had about two- dozen different dishes and lots of different kinds of rice. Of course, we had enough to feed a small army, but we ate in style and had a ball. A lot of the wine I brought disappeared too. We were a mellow bunch by the time I'd done my clean up routine, again finding creative locations for some of the things I washed and dried.

The four of us went into the living room. Jan dimmed the lights and lit some candles. I noticed that Jan had put a coverlet on the sofa, no doubt to prevent staining if we continued in that room. She came and sat in my lap at one end of the sofa; June and Jim were at the other end in a similar arrangement.

Both couples started necking and petting immediately. It was a comfortable atmosphere and no one seemed to be in a rush, besides the evening was still early. I pulled Jan's blouse from her belt and reached under and smoothed her large breasts through her bra, rubbing in the area I knew contained her nipple. I could feel first one and then the other harden into a rigid eraser-sized button of passion.

My next step was to remove Jan's blouse and bra so that I could lick and suck directly on her breasts and nipples without the interference of clothing. I was working on her as I thought where the evening was headed and how happy I was. 

I looked down the couch; Jim and June were not as far along as the two of us were; June was still fully dressed. Jan noticed too so she suddenly announced, "Switch!" She and June both stood and walked around each other and into the arms of their other lovers. Jim looked surprised at the change and I laughed.

June came into my arms and I immediately removed her top and bra and went to work on her breasts much to her delight. She was purring again in two minutes. Jan stuck her breasts into Jim's mouth clearly indicating that she expected him to start paying oral attention to her mammalaries. Jim responded well apparently, for she was cradling his head and looking up to heaven with closed eyes shortly after the switch.

After some play this way, June stripped me of my top and I removed her Bermuda shorts and thong. I dropped down on the carpet and started to lick what tasted like the sweetest pussy on the east coast and perhaps the entire country. June lay back, sighed and squeaked at my attention to her. God she tasted good.

Jim was moving slower that I had. Jan was still dressed from the waist down and rubbing her tits across Jim's chest as they French kissed and paid attention to each other's upper torsos. June noticed this and in a voice of authority said, "Switch!" She and June arose and again went to their other partners.

June melted into Jim's arms and he immediately reached down to her pussy area and started to finger and rub in her pussy area. I didn't even let Jan sit down before I had stripped her of all of her clothes and stood and removed all of mine. I gently lowered Jan to the couch and then went back to the floor and started to lick and tongue her pussy. She was purring too.

Jim leaned around June and caught my eye; "I need a lesson I think." I looked questioningly at him and asked, "In what? What do you mean?"

Jim replied, "In eating pussy. The girl friends I've had didn't like me to do it and so I've never developed a proficiency in it." I thought that sounded just like a good systems analyst but didn't say anything. Instead, Jan and I broke apart and shifted over next to Jim and June. June rolled to the side so she was cuddled against Jan. I remained kneeling between the two of them.

"Jim," I said, "first you have to really care about the person you are going to love. You need to think that you are going to make love to a very special part of their body." I was smoothing both June's and Jan's pussies as I talked; Jim watched. 

"As a next step, you need to be gentle at first," I went on. "Ladies, tell me if I'm saying something you disagree with or think of in some other way. And add in whatever you think will bring you more pleasure." The girls both nodded. I leaned in and gently tongued June's slit; she lurched. Then I leaned the other way and tongued Jan's crack; she ran her fingers through my hair and had a delighted look on her face.

"You need to be aware of where the clitoris is, but don't rush to do anything to it at first. Just locate the area and perhaps make one lick on or near it, then go off and attend to other parts of the area." My tonguing of June hit square on her clit on my first try; her back arched, she moaned but she returned to normal and few seconds later. Jan responded similarly. I knew both their bodies well.

"Your next step is to broaden the search for pleasure, all the way from knees to breasts. Use your fingers and tongue a lot." I then made a long sweep of June from behind her knees, along her inner thighs, across her sexy flat stomach, and then up to her right breast sucking the nipple into my mouth as I arrived." June jerked again and ran her fingers through my hair. I repeated the process on Jan. Both women grinned at me in happiness.

I went on, "As a next step, after you've done that for a while, you start to include your fingers as you extend your love to your mate." This time I went to Jan and, as I tongued her labia and thighs, inserted a finger into her vagina. "It is important that you locate the G-spot of you lover and pay homage to that internal area."

Jim asked, "How can I find it? What does it feel like?"

I said, "Come here." Jim knelt next to me in front of Jan. I said, "Extend your finger and rub along the upper part of her vagina, the part where your cock is apt to hit when you are locked together. You might feel it has a slightly different texture of skin across it than other parts of her vagina. Here, try to find Jan's. She'll probably give you feedback when you find it."

With that, Jim replaced my finger in Jan's cunt and began his search. I pointed out, "You can also get feedback from your lover -- both voice and body, when you find the right area." About that time, Jan arched her back slightly and moaned, "Right there!" Jim stopped his motions. Jan grabbed his hand and pushed it harder into her pussy. 

"See," I said, "that's feedback!" We all laughed.

Jim kept working on Jan and I moved over to June who had been studying the process and went to work on her. I found her G-spot and she gave me some great oral feedback, sharing with all of us how good it felt and exactly where I was in her cunt. I had Jim come over and find June's spot on his own. Both women were panting.

"Jim," I went on, "to continue our lesson, you combine all of your actions as things heat up, paying more and more attention to G-spot and clitoris, but not leaving out attention to the rest of your lover's mind, body and spirit." I reached up and carefully massaged June's lips, then her neck sliding my hand across her breasts and nipples, then across her stomach. I rubbed my hard on across her lower legs. I then resumed my attention to her pussy area.

"Of course," I said, "sooner or later your lover will climax. When that happens don't necessarily stop your attention to her pussy. She will let you know whether and how to continue by what she says or how she acts or both."

With that I again went down on June. I put my all into loving her, feeling her mood and moving where I was reading she wanted me to be. June started to pull my head into her crotch seeking greater friction and loving of her clit. I did not fail her. I also increased my fingering of her cunt and G-spot.

In another minute my efforts to please June were rewarded with her first orgasm of the night. She pulled my head into her hard, reached in and clutched my fingers deep within her, and locked my head between her legs. She arched her back and started a series of loud love words and expletives that affirmed her desire and love for me. "Oh, oh fuck, Ohhhh fuck. Oh I love you. Oh I'll always love you. Don't you ever stop doing this to me! Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh shit I'm cuming."

Jim was watching with amazement when I came up for air. "Try it," I said. Jan looked like the most willing partner on the planet.

Jim started to duplicate what he had seen me do to June. He also rose up and one point and deeply French kissed Jan and then worked his lips and tongue down her body in a very sensuous move. I was impressed with his technique. 

Jim then assaulted her pussy. Jan responded well to his approach, pulling his head into her cunt and vocally encouraging use of his fingers and tongue. He started to thrust multiple fingers into her and she started thrashing around on the sofa. Suddenly, Jan said, "Oh shit, I'm cuming. Oh dear, oh you dear man, keep that up, keep that up, keep that up. More. Just a little more. Oh more. Oh wow!" She then arched her back, held her breath, and yanked his head into her nether region. Her legs flew up and she squeezed tight around Jim's head as she climaxed.

When Jim was released so he could breathe and hear again, he had a smile on his face. Jan said, "You, my lover, are a quick learner!" June reached across and pulled Jim to his feet and back to her part of the sofa. Jim went willingly. I settled next to Jan again.

Jan came over me and started to minister to my hard on; in less than a minute it was a long tube of steel but I let her continue for a while longer before I pulled her over me. Jan rose and then slowly sank onto my cock. I silently entered her well-lubricated pussy, sliding almost to full depth on the initial penetration. She was really losing any trace of her virginity.

Jan and I started a slow rocking and thrusting dance aimed to please each other. I was able to lick, tongue and suck on her breasts as she arched over me.

We watched Jim and June watching us. June was on the floor in front of Jim, occasionally sucking his penis into her mouth in one of her very pleasing and sensual blowjobs. Jim had a smile from one ear to the other.

Finally, June rose and straddled Jim, only a few feet away from Jan and me. We started a synchronized rhythm as we fucked; each couple making in and out strokes at the same frequency as their nearby lovers. Jan reached out to June and the two of them held hands at one point as we drove into their bodies. No one seemed to be in a rush.

After a while, Jan asked all of us, "What would happen now if I said 'Switch'?" June immediately dismounted Jim and pulled Jan off me. In seconds June had impaled herself on my hard cock and Jan was slowly slithering her cunt down Jim's organ. Our rhythms again synchronized. This time I felt some desire to cum and so I said, "Let's pick up the pace a bit." We all did.

A minute or two later I announced in a loving whisper to June that I was near cuming. She said, "I'll take it all. Give me all your cum deep inside me. I want your juice and I'm going to give you mine." She kept telling me what she wanted and in a few more seconds I felt the walls of her cunt start to flex and milk my cock. She also started her hip rotations that said, "Cum to me." I did.

I exploded into her body with an unusually large dose of liquid, no doubt stimulated by the foursome in the room and the lesson I'd been giving. Spurt after spurt surged into her. She was an expert and came with me, or perhaps I came with her. I didn't care. Our peaks hit together and we were vocal about the pleasures our loving was bringing to us.

June fell onto my body and we showered each other with kisses and loving words, not to the exclusion of the others but to the celebration of our happiness and love and oneness with the universe. We then turned to watch Jim and Jan.

The two of them had watched us but returned so their focus was on each other. Jan rode Jim high, reaching down and rubbing her clit as she bounced atop his masculine frame. Jim would frequently lean into her breasts and roughly suck and fondle one or the other of her breasts. She pulled one of her generous breasts to her mouth and sucked on the nipple while looking at Jim and baiting him with her erotic gesture.

Their speed passed that of light and both entered the twilight zone of pleasure. Their breathing paused, bodies arched thrusting pelvic area against pelvic area for maximum penetration, and their orgasms arrived in glorious splendor. Both were amazingly silent during their climaxes; there were no pronouncements or swearing, only the purrs and heavy breathing of the moment. 

We all remained silent and coupled together on the sofa for many minutes. Our only motion was to inflict kisses, hugs and loving caresses on our partners. We were all apparently becoming experts at this.

While remaining coupled to Jim, Jan amazingly produced towels for all of us. She had apparently stored a supply in the sofa side table. We pulled them close but remained joined and continued our expression of love. I became more vocal in telling June that she was the expression of love in the universe and how much pleasure she brought each of us. I'm sure she was blushing. I reached out and smoothed Jan too as she leaned over Jim's body. Jim was expressing affection too.

Eventually nature took its course and I shrunk so much that I finally flopped out of June's body. We used the towel to collect our excesses. June had gushed again in her climax and I was well bathed in her juices. Jim and Jan watched us uncouple.

"Jim," I said, "to continue your lesson in pussy licking I want you to know that there is an after the fact pleasure that not everyone cares for. Some call it tasting a 'cream pie' but I chose to call it sampling the nectar of our passion and love with one another." 

With that said, I maneuvered June into a receptive position on the sofa with her knees bent back so that I had maximum availability of her pussy. I went down on her, licking and sucking our combined juices from her pussy. As we had done many times before, when I had a good sample I rose and shared them with her. She purred and we both enjoyed the musky taste and the psychological sharing of our love again.

Jim was speechless. He stuttered, "I ... I don't know if I could do that." Before he barely had the words out of his mouth, June shifted and went down on Jan, sucking the juices from her union with Jim a few minutes earlier into her mouth. She then rose and pulled Jim's mouth to hers and injected the mix into him. She held his head, kissing him in the process of the sharing. Finally, she parted and said, "See, it's not so bad." 

Jim still looked dubious, but nodded. I had about given up on him when he suddenly dove into Jan's available pussy and repeated the act I had done to June only a minute or two earlier. In seconds he rose and then went to Jan and shared their fluids. Jan was more than receptive; she was excited by the act and willingly extracted the fluids from Jim's mouth. He appeared surprised. Jan said, "More!" so Jim went back and repeated the process. 

June came back so I could again eat her and enjoy our fluid mix. Soon, she started to jerk and writhe. I pointed out the effect it was having to Jim and he duplicated the effect on Jan. Both women clutched each other's hands, occasionally reaching and touching breasts or clits to help the action in the room. 

Soon, even though nothing was said, the two women had simultaneous orgasms. I again thought of how woman pleasing woman, with the slight aid of two men, had again triumphed in ways that the men could not do alone. The women hugged and nestled into each other as Jim and I watched their post coital tenderness.

Jan suggested we go up to her king-size bed, so we did. She was right, it was much more comfortable. Jan lit more candles.

Before was all got situated again, I said, "Switch!" June went to Jim and I pulled Jan into my arms. We all kissed and hugged and started petting again. Jim had more resilience than I did and in not too many minutes he rose above June and slowly penetrated her body. The two of them made beautiful love next to us for the next fifteen minutes while Jan and I watched, kissed and fondled one another. 




Circle of Love Pt. 03



Finally, both Jim and June announced their orgasms and then had their climaxes in a predictable sequence of physical moves and audible expressions. As they floated down from their near brush with heaven, the two remained joined and sheepishly looked over at Jan and I. I was again hard and felt it was now our time to love, so I pulled Jan beside me and entered her pussy.

I pistoned in and out of her body for a few minutes and then we both climaxed. We cuddled together. Jan blew out the candle on her nightstand signaling it was sleep time. We all napped. Sometime in the middle of the night Jim whispered apologies and said he had to go back to the hotel. We bid him goodnight from our supine position as he and June, still nude, went downstairs.

Many minutes later we heard the front door close and June reappeared. She spooned up against me and we all finally went into our dreamlands. My final thought, "Hum, foursome, pretty good!"

To be continued in Part 4



Circle of Love Pt. 04



This story is about five consenting adults that engage in a polyamorous relationship. There is a strong sexual content, including lesbian scenes. There is also a fair bit of philosophy in the story about how and why relationships like this take place. If this isn't for you, please move on; if it is, please enjoy my early writing attempts. I urge you to VOTE as you finish each section of this five-part story. Thanks for your support.

Please read the earlier Parts to understand the characters and unfolding situation in this story. No one part can standalone from the others.

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Trish announced that she could come down a couple of days before the Labor Day weekend started and didn't have to go back until Tuesday rather than Labor Day. At dinner we talked about what to do and whether Jim could stay over the weekend. He said he wouldn't miss any time with his new family especially over a holiday.

Jan had a twinkle in her eye and I could see a plan start to hatch about the following week and weekend. I noted that surreptitiously she involved June and Jim. I had no idea what she was planning but trusted her.

When I went home at the end of that week Trish was excited about the coming week and vacation. Our daughters had been planning on being away with their friends' families anyway so we didn't even have to make arrangements for them. We had our own loving and caring weekend as I brought Trish up to speed on Jim and the new foursome. Trish was intrigued that the group has expanded so easily. "They're choosing well," she said; "I hope they like me, after all I am more part of the core group than they are." I soothed her by telling her she was first in my book any day.

I was back at Alperion on Monday morning; Trish was due down Wednesday afternoon. She said she'd bring her laptop and briefcase and she could work at the Hilton while I finished out the week; we would 'socialize' in the evenings. The plan was to hang around and enjoy each other over the long weekend and Trish would fly back Tuesday morning so she could catch up with her job and career.

I picked up Trish at six o'clock Wednesday as planned. We drove the twenty miles to Jan's house to meet the others and have a communal dinner. I'd bought another case of wine so my credit for a dinner gift was still good, especially since I hadn't had a chance to leave work early and pick up more of a house gift for Jan.

Jan opened the door dressed in some sexy but chic casual clothes. I could tell right away she was not wearing a bra. She gave me a peck on the cheek and then gave Trish a really big hug and kiss. Trish returned her gesture as though they had been lifelong friends, no more than that, intimate friends. There was a brief conversation thanking Trish for sharing me so willingly with her and June, and also for coming to join in the extended family, southern branch.

June came around the corner and also embraced Trish with a full-body contact hug that Trish returned; the kiss was especially intimate and beyond the pecks that women usually give each other. I wondered what was going on. They'd never met but the affection between Jan, June and Trish was evident. I wasn't even sure if Trish was inclined to participate in any kind of bisexual activities like Jan and June recently started. I knew enough about her to know that she'd watch a lot, but participate -- well that was an open question.

We all migrated into the kitchen and wine was opened and served. Jim was there wearing an apron and helping prepare dinner. He broke off and embraced Trish giving her a meaningful kiss that went on much longer than an "I just met you" kind of kiss. Now I really was mystified. I figured I learn about any subterfuge in short order.

Our conversation was animated and loving; it was clear that everyone in the room admired and respected everyone else; the usual 'who are you' types of questions seemed to be missing in so far as Trish was concerned. Everyone just seemed to know her and be picking up with an old friend. We migrated to the dining room and ate the delicious dinner my cohorts had prepared. My mind continued to race, wondering where the evening would go and how it would end up. I'm not sure I was paying good attention to the banter."

After dinner the five of us went into the living room. Jan suggested liqueurs so I fetched the small demitasse glasses and bottles of the various cognacs she had. I placed the tray with the offerings on the coffee table. Jim came over to help.

Since Trish was our newest guest and my role was somewhere between guest and host, I asked her what she'd like. Predictably she chose the Grand Marnier. I poured and started to hand it to her, but Jim took the glass, took a sip and then bent over Trish and pressed his lips to hers. She opened to receive his tongue and then his injection of the warm liquid. I think my jaw dropped open; this was my trick.

I stood and watched the interchange with amazement and almost pride; I really knew that something was afoot that I was not privy to. Trish pulled Jim down beside her and the two of them kissed without the benefit of the cognac. I glanced at Jan and June who were almost laughing at my reaction.

"OK. OK," I said. "What's going on? Was something arranged that I don't know about?" 

"Why, whatever gave you that idea," Trish said with her hand on Jim's leg in an open gesture of familiarity. I was being had!

"Well, everyone seems to know Trish much better than I though they did. I don't know how: the welcomes, conversation and all. I think something is going on!" I said in a loud falsetto voice. Everyone laughed.

Jan looked at me and said, "You didn't think we'd start from scratch with a new friend and not do our homework did you?"

June jumped in, "You'd told us so much about Trish that we felt we knew her. Jim had met her at your company's Christmas party but that was nine months ago and he can't remember anything!" She shot him an admonishing glance. He grinned sheepishly over his inadvertent misdeeds.

"So we called her," Jan said. "I wanted to invite her to come and stay with me," then she corrected herself, "with us. We want her to feel welcome and loved, and that we will care for her feelings and will respect her wishes about what we do and don't do on this weekend."

Trish said, "They gave me lots of chances to take an out, but they're all so nice. We've talked for hours on the telephone for the past two weeks and really, really gotten to know each other, quite intimately I might add."

Jim jumped in, "Trish is the first married woman," he paused, "No, the first woman I've ever had the kind of deep discussions about relationships and sex with. I thought I knew a lot but I've been taught a few things over the past couple of weeks. She said you wouldn't mind when you found out."

June went over and sat beside Trish. "We had a close and intimate friend and lover for over two weeks that we just haven't met in person until tonight. Of course we're going to hug and kiss, and of course we're going to pick up where we left off talking earlier today."

Trish said, "Besides, I like getting my cognac served orally. We've sort of gotten out of the habit and we should restart. I think it's sexy and stimulating as all hell." She leaned over and kissed Jim solidly on the lips. I didn't respond to the taunt.

I said, "I know we've talked a lot about what the four of us have done and the types of relationships we've built, but we really didn't talk the details of how you'd want to fit into it. You said you wanted to be part of all of us as soon as you could, but that statement leaves a lot of wiggle room. I, and I suspect all of us, didn't want to rush you; at least, that's what I thought everyone was thinking." I glanced around the room.

"Oh, you worry too much," Trish said. "You should know that I initiated some of the calls. I want all of us to feel comfortable with each other tonight and over the weekend."

Trish turned to Jan and held out a hand, "And, what have you planned for us this weekend my dear friend." Jan took Trish's hand in hers and looked across all of us and announced, "We are going to the Pocono's tomorrow after work for a romantic weekend for five!" We all cheered.

Jan had brochures for all of us from the Walnut Lake Lodge. We had a cottage all to ourselves that came with four bedrooms, two with king-sized beds, an inviting fireplace, nature walks and hikes, a spa, a sauna, an outdoor shower, a dozen different restaurants nearby and dozens of other recreational events -- in case we couldn't think of anything to do ourselves. "We come back here Monday evening," Jan said, "that way we're near the airport for Trish's Tuesday morning flight."

I looked at Trish with a big smile, "Did you know about this?" She nodded in the affirmative. Jim appeared in the dark as much as I was, however I could tell he was enthusiastic about the idea. The group launched into a ten minute frenzied discussion about dress, clothes, travel arrangements, and all.

"Now," Jan said, "it is time to welcome our friend and lover Trish to our midst." She dimmed the lights leaving only the candles she'd lit illuminating the room. 

Trish smiled at me, stood and came to me and we hugged and kissed while our friends watched. I said, "Thank you for coming and sharing yourself with us and letting us share ourselves with you. We share all the time, but this is special and different and nice." I kissed her deeply and ran my hand up and down her backside pulling her into me.

"Yes it is," Trish said. She extended an arm and pulled Jan, who was still standing, into us. Trish and I took turns kissing Jan and telling her that we loved her. My heart was doing flip-flops of joy at the warmth and love in the room.

Jim and June were cuddled together on the sofa, French kissing but with very open mouths. I could see some more liqueurs being served by my trademark delivery process between the couple. June's blouse was unbuttoned to her waist.

I kissed Trish and then tentatively held the top button in my fingers and looked her in the eye. She still held me in one arm and Jan in the other. She nodded and whispered, "Take it off. It's time for us to love each other." With that, she kissed Jan tenderly on the lips. 

Jan, Trish and I stood and slowly stripped one another. Occasionally we would look at June and Jim on the sofa who were keeping pace with our loss of clothing. Soon five nude bodies populated the room.

I commented, "We have three beautiful women and two well-toned guys here. I wonder what will happen next." My comment about the women was not a gratuitous one. Each woman was in her own right stunning, a head turner. 

Trish was in her mid thirties and had a figure that most women would die for as well as the facial features and dark hair to go with it. While not overly busty, she was well endowed. Her body was trim and toned from exercise and attention to diet and fitness.

Jan also had a curvy and womanly figure, with a generous helping of breasts with large, full areolas. Jan's face was angelic; if I'd been in a bad accident and opened my eyes and she was there I'd figure I'd died and this was the first angel I was meeting. Jan was a natural ash blond and had long, sensuous legs that seemed to go on forever; they were well toned as was her buttocks from her running program.

June, the youngest, was a brunette with the body of a pin-up: full robust breasts with an up tilt towards heaven, slim hips that showed the angles and curves of a sexual being, and, like Jan, long, lithe, shapely legs. 

Jim was an Adonis. I don't know how he kept in shape, but his mid section hinted at strong and visible abdominal muscles. He had an olive complexion and was square-jawed, a fact coupled with his physique that made most women swoon in his direction. His natural modesty kept him from ever noticing. His haunches were trim and dimpled I'd noticed; he was not overly hirsute. I noticed that he had shaved his pubic area to keep in synchronization with Jan and June.

I'm a typical late thirties guy struggling to keep in shape by watching my diet and doing exercise when I can fit it in. I'm was a bit of a nerd and clown growing up, but those liabilities turned to assets as I aged and got into the technical disciplines and marketing and sales. I get enough feedback from women to have learned that I'm desirable, but I still don't believe it.

June and Jim came over and joined Trish, Jan and I as we stood. We passed kisses around the circle and enjoyed feeling and smoothing each other's bodies. Jan finally said, "Come upstairs. We'll all be more comfortable up there." The five of us scampered up the stairs with a sense of glee; Trish held my hand.

Jan pulled Trish and me to her on her big bed. Jim and June immediately joined next to us and started kissing and making oral love to one another. Jan pushed me to Trish, but instead of going up I went down to her naked pussy and started to romance her. I applied all the techniques that I had taught Jim the week before and soon she was writhing and twisting in response. 

Jan and Trish were paying attention to each other with equal fondness. Trish looked down at me as I was thrusting my tongue into her and said, "I didn't know I could be bisexual until today; I wasn't sure." She panted and then went on, "Oh. I understood it in theory. June, Jan and I had talked about it and they'd shared with me how they'd started with each other, and you, by really doing it. Wow." She panted some more and kissed Jan. "This is very, very nice." 

Trish reached out and stroked June's nearest breast, pulling on the nipple until it became erect. Jim bent down from his missionary thrusts into June and kissed Trish's hand and then joined in sucking on one of June's nipples. He then leaned across the narrow gap and kissed Trish while still impaled within June. How erotic.

Jan sucked and pulled on Trish's breasts and nipples raising them to an excited state. I was now thrusting fingers and tongue into Trish and attending to her G-spot periodically. Jan then nudged me out of the way and went down on Trish. There was nothing tentative about the move or her willingness to administer to her, nor Trish's willingness to receive the attention. The two women loved. I moved up and kissed and licked Trish. Now I was the one sucking on her breasts and nipples. 

Trish said, "I was told you four had a new game as of last week. Sometimes, someone says 'Switch!' and interesting things happen."

We all looked at Trish to be sure she was serious and not just seeking explanation, but her request appeared genuine. I shifted to June as Jim came over to Trish. Jan joined June and me; at least that seemed like a good distribution of talent.

I watched with fascination as Jim went down on Trish, tongue extended so he could taste her womanly juices. She was running her fingers through his hair and thrusting her pussy into his mouth.

I asked June what she wanted. She kissed me and said, "Penetration!" I complied and thrust my cock into her willing pussy.

"Fast or slow," I asked June. 

"Slow and deep," she replied. She pulled Jan to her and they kissed deeply. I watched as the two of them maneuvered so that June could finger Jan's cunt and they could take turns sucking on each other's breasts. Arms and heads are so compliant when the motivation is there.

I heard Trish say to Jim, "Come up. Come into me. I want your cock in me." I watched as Jim rose over Trish and inserted his very erect and shining penis into Trish's vagina. Trish immediately locked her legs behind Jim and pulled him deep into her body. They started thrusting into each other.

I think we were all watching Trish to see her reaction to our foursome, now a fivesome. I had seen Trish with another guy before so this was not a first, but with so much company on hand, including being anchored in another woman, now that was novel.

Trish was really turned on, more than our normal love making. She became more and more physical with Jim, urging him into her and calling for his semen to coat her insides. Jim rose on his hands to leverage his thrusts into her body. Soon they were coated with the sheen of lovers, and then the urgings became more implorative to immediate action. 

We then heard Jim announce through a clenched jaw, "I'm very near."

Trish responded with a "Me too; cum in me; cum in me now," in a shuddery voice. She used her legs to yank him deep into her as they exploded. Jim groaned, arched his back and made a final lunge pushing his pubic area into her groin. 

Trish kept going, "Oh. Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," and running her hands all over Jim's back and body, holding him to her. 

As the two of them floated down from their highs, Jim collapsed atop Trish smothering her with kisses. The two of them then looked over at the three of us as we watched them; they both grinned sheepishly. Trish said, "That was nice. Very nice." Jim kissed her and said, "She's the master of understatement." Trish and I made hand contact and squeezed each other lovingly.

I had been slowly thrusting my penis in and out of June while she fingered Jan's pussy. I looked at both women with a "what now?" look. Jan said, "Cum in June. I want the licks." I said, "Woman on top," and rolled and rotated so that June suddenly came out on top without our breaking our coupling. She was facing me.

I bent up and joined Jan in sucking on June's breasts. Her nipples were rigid, almost painfully so, but she was responding so well to the stimulation. Jan leaned in a sucked on my nipples; I went into low orbit.

Jan then pushed me into more of an upright position as I thrust into June. I wasn't sure what she was going to do until she put her head down to where my prick and June's cunt met; she started to tongue our union, licking June's clit. I could occasionally feel her tongue run along the side of my cock as I thrust into June. I reached over and started to finger Jan, putting a couple and then three fingers into her pussy.

Jim and Trish remained coupled; they had now become voyeurs watching their three colleagues love one another.

June was closer than I realized. I started to feel her muscles clench my cock and knew that her orgasm was imminent. I looked at her and she nodded. I sped up and increased the length of my stroke as best I could since she was on top. She realized the message I was sending and started to extend her range of motion as she neared climax. Jan backed away for the moment and also watched.

Then June came. Her manta started, "Oh dear God. Oh dear God. Oh this man gives me so much pleasure and happiness. Oh wow! Of fuck! Ohhhhhhhh!" Then she came in classic June fashion, including flooding the area with her girl juice. Jan thrust a washcloth into our groins to help soak up some of the juice. June collapsed atop me, rubbing her breasts and nipples against my chest as she lowered herself.

I held her tight and kissed her as her breathing and heart rate returned to normal.

Jan looked at me and asked, "Did you cum?" I shook my head No. She then said with a big grin, "Well get your cock busy!" and with that she pulled June off me and replaced her atop my prone body. June collapsed beside us and between us and Trish and Jim; she was holding the washcloth to her pussy. 

Both Jim and Trish reached out and pulled June to their union, kissing her when she hitched herself within range. They stroked and smoothed her body with tender loving gestures. June was still in post coital bliss and they helped maintain her warm feelings.

Jan rode me and I thrust into her. I had a mission: cum deep inside her. I did about three minutes and many deep thrusts into her body then we came together; I could feel her cuntal muscles spasm and that triggered my orgasm that in turn probably triggered more spasms and her orgasm. We did and said all of the conventional things we'd learned to say at such a time. I went to that place in heaven where I go when that wave of pleasure washes over my body. I knew Jan was there too.




Circle of Love Pt. 04



As we became more conscious again, Jan lowered her body and stroked my chest with her tits. Trish said, "Spell out 'I love you' with your nipples on his chest." I caressed Trish's hand while Jan was doing the writing.

Eventually, Trish and I left for the Hilton. Jim, Jan and June appeared ready for another round. I told them we'd see them tomorrow ready to go to the Pocono's; the three of them were all snuggled in the bed together. We kissed them all goodnight.

Trish and I made tender love with each other after we got to the room. I ate her out and found the aroma and taste of her juices and Jim's an intriguing potion. We shared it. We also shared our orgasms and the visual stimulation of each other's bodies as we petted and stroked each other in our sexual bliss.

"Are you OK with all this," I asked.

Trish answered, "I love you, I love Jan, I love June, I love Jim. You should know me well enough by now to know that I'd protest or make my feelings felt if they were negative about any of this."

I offered, "Society says this is getting pretty far from normal, acceptable behavior."

"And what does society offer instead," Trish said, "divorces, wife beating and worse, bitterness, unhappiness, lawyers, police, families split apart, kids scarred for life, acrimony. Who needs it? If people would just say 'Let's love one another' in the here and now, think how much of all this would go away. It's not a matter of tolerance or forgiveness or guilt; it's a matter of love and acceptance and thanks."

We kissed. She snuggled into me and we went to sleep.

I snuck out of the room the next morning and went to work, grabbing a bagel and coffee in the Alperion Eatery. I left a note for Trish that I'd pick her up about two o'clock.

By five o'clock, the five of us were sipping wine sitting in a hot tub on the deck of a beautiful cottage in the Pennsylvania woods. The sun was out, the weather was warm, and we were all naked -- a fact that was working wonders on a submerged part of my anatomy.

The cottage we'd rented was spectacular. Besides the hot tub there were four bedrooms, two of which had king-sized beds. The living room and kitchen/family room opened onto the deck that among other things had an eight-person hot tub and an outdoor shower. There was a sauna below us in the basement and an exercise room with enough weights and workout equipment to please even the most ardent enthusiast. I was intimidated by all the equipment and what it might do to my lithe form.

In the hot tub Trish and June were snuggled up against me while Jan was tight against Jim. We'd used the drive up to decompress, take naps and zone out as Trish called it. After a survey of the cottage we all decided that the best course of action to complete our transition from work to holiday was time in the tub. I was all for anything that involved nudity and my favorite women.

After a while I felt all the little pores of my skin turning to mush. My fingers were developing those little rippled ridges on them that said I'd been in the water too long. I feared to look at my other appendage for fear that it too had unsightly ripples on it. I moved up and sat on the edge of the tub.

June moved in front of me and I started to massage her neck and temples as we talked. Occasionally one of us would extend their bodies and float across almost the entire width of the hot tub, tantalizing us all with the view of breasts or flashes of areas usually hidden from view. When Jim did float a small periscope rose out of the water; this provoked a comment and laugh from the rest of us. Jim blushed.

After a while June came up and sat next to me. Trish moved in front of her and June started to massage her neck and head, making occasional forays across her breasts. Trish had one of her smiles of great contentment on her face as she just absorbed the entire weekend experience. I was content if she was content.

Jim took the hint and started to massage Jan after he moved up to the edge of the tub. Jan was devilish and occasionally rubbed her head deep into Jim's crotch. He apparently didn't mind.

I asked if anyone was at all interested in a run. I was feeling refreshed but not ready to give up on the possibility of exercise for the day. My colleagues all groaned, but one by one they all emptied out of the tub and dried off. Ten minutes later all five of us went for a forty-five minute run and then we spent thirty minutes in the basement gym trying out all of the equipment. After that we stripped and used the outdoor shower and went back into the hot tub, this time as a salve for sore muscles.

After we'd fully restored ourselves the hunger bug struck our group. Suddenly we couldn't get out of the hot tub fast enough to find a nearby restaurant. Jim and I were in slacks and golf shirts, a change process that took only a few minutes to execute. 

The women, however, spent almost an hour fussing over what they'd wear, make up and lots of little fine points to each other's appearance. I was bemused by their behavior. I knew each of them was fully capable of forgetting all those niceties and going very casual; this time there was some bonding going on as well as mutual sharing and love. The tone of their voices and how they touched each other was the give away; it gave away love, respect, caring, sharing and a desire to be together.

While we waited, Jim and I had another glass of wine out on the deck, putting our feet up on the railing and looking off into the woodlands that surrounded the cottage. I was smiling. 

Jim asked, "You really like this don't you? The women and all I mean."

I said, "What do you mean? The group? Us? The sex?"

He said, "The sex, I guess. But I know you'll tell me there's a lot more. Right?"

"Right!" I said. "The sex is wonderful and is important to me. What's more important is that the five of us are forging a unique relationship based on unconditional love and caring for one another. I've watched us extend that caring and the new attitudes we've built within ourselves to others we work and interact with too."

"What about shared values? Jim asked.

I ventured, "Our group relationship wouldn't have gotten this far if a lot of the values we have weren't pretty close to each other. For instance, we're optimistic and secure in whom we are. We treat other people with respect. We trust. We treat our bodies well, exercise and diet and all. But maybe that's too superficial; let me shift perspective."

"We all believe in equality on so many levels. Things that matter to a lot of people don't matter to us: convention, age, gender, race, economic status, and even number of close friends." I chuckled, "We know we aren't locked into the paradigms about how traditional relationships work. Actually, they don't work a lot of the time. We talked a week or two ago about how most people's ideas about commitment and restrictions in a relationship don't work. I think we all know that."

I went on, "We're nonconformists in many ways. We are willing to try something in someway that no one has ever done before. With so many relationships failing I think we each asked why we shouldn't try something completely different, like what the five of are doing. Trish and I went through this over a decade ago when we hit a rough patch; we decided we needed to do something very different."

"We each have a spiritual side; we're not religious but spiritual. I don't think any of us believes in sin; we do believe in being personally responsible for our actions. We understand action and reaction and how it applies in our lives."

Jim nodded so I went on, "We are willing to communicate even on topics that others avoid and that are risky; we are willing to get out of our comfort zones. I learn more when I leave my comfort zone than all the effort I put in when I'm in it."

"We are willing to give our love to someone without any type of guarantee that it'll be returned. And, surprise upon surprise, it always gets returned multiplied many times!"

Jim soaked up the philosophy and was silent for a bit. We sipped our wine. He wanted to talk more but the women came out and joined us. They were stunning. I stood in awe as three of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen sauntered out the porch door and kissed each of us. Oh, if I were die in the next second my soul would forever carry the splendor of that moment, the happiness I felt and the joy in my heart.

I put my arms around Jan and Trish, and said, "Let's go!" We all strolled out to the car, arm in arm.

Dinner was at a nearby upscale restaurant. The place came to a stand still as the five of us walked in. It wasn't Jim or me; it was the three women. A murmur rose with comments like "Look at how pretty those women are," "I wish I could dress like that," and "Wow, look at those beautiful women -- are they movie stars?" Even the maitre d', who seemed unflappable, stumbled over his greeting and seating routine. After we sat, the drone of the room returned, but heads still turned and gestured in our direction.

We were a joyous bunch, full of laughter and humor. Our subjects ran all over the place. We were mutually affectionate. Anyone watching our table would have had trouble trying to match us to one another in couples. For a while, Jan and I were close, then I was close to Trish, then June; Jim had the same experience; then two of the women; we were a five-some. We held hands and made intimate contact with each other as we talked. There were occasional kisses and sensuous gestures.

After dinner we went back to the cottage and unanimously decided that we wanted to fill the king-sized beds. There was an awkward moment deciding who would go with whom. I suggested that Jim take one bedroom and I take the other, and that we then take little bits of paper and the women would draw to see what the initial arrangements would be. They liked that idea. It also made me aware that this was the first time we weren't all trying to be together when we had sex. I called that to my friends' attention and they shrugged. Not a big deal I guess.

I drew June; Jim ended up with Trish and Jan. I would have loved any arrangement at all. 

June and I made sweet love with one another. She came over me and we romanced and kissed with all the tenderness and caring we could shower on one another. We hadn't had an opportunity to be alone with each other before, so this was a pleasing event full of passion and love. 

Trish and Jan turned Jim every which way but loose. We'd left the doors open to the bedrooms; June and I could hear the moans and laughter from the other bedroom. The moans were mostly Jim's. Eventually I could hear Trish's climax echo through the upstairs as June and I cuddled in post coital bliss. A few minutes later I heard Jan's language spice up the evening as she swore herself into an orgasm. Jim must have cum too. Everything got very quiet after that. We all fell asleep with the people we loved close by.

I awoke early the next morning and carefully got out of bed so I wouldn't wake June. I went downstairs without putting any clothes on; to hell with convention I thought. I fixed some coffee then went out on the deck. 

The woods were so peaceful and tranquil I sat and started a meditation session, something I hadn't done in a couple of months. I became very at one with my self and the Universe in the twenty minutes before I resurfaced.

I had just returned to my normal world when Jan shuffled out on the deck, also nude. She came over to me and sat in my lap and cuddled into me seeking morning hugs and tenderness. She closed her eyes again and just let me hug her. We stayed that way for what seemed a long time; not a word was spoken, our body language said it all. I loved her and she loved me.

Trish was the next to appear. She also shuffled out to the deck with sleep still within her and came over to the patio couch Jan and I were on. She sat down next to me and put her head on my other shoulder, closed her eyes and went into a quasi-slumber. I now had my arms around two of the prettiest women in the world.

The windows were open in the bedrooms upstairs. Soon I heard the only two remaining earthlings of our party making love. The unmistakable slap of pubic area to pubic area started to float down to our loving threesome. Occasionally, we would hear a male or female moan or some word of encouragement. Then, the "oh's" and "ah's" of climaxes wafted down, then silence again punctuated the air. 

June and Jim appeared in our midst about fifteen minutes later looking very pleased with themselves. I commented on their stamina and fortitude so early in the morning. I offered coffee to my assembled throng.

Jan and Trish untangled themselves from my shoulders and lap and decided to really be awake and participating in the day. They both simultaneously kissed me, with tongue, thanking me for being such a nice pillow and intermediate step between sleep and the reality of day. 

I suggested a morning run in keeping with our apparent pledge to honor mind, spirit and body; everyone else groaned, but headed off to put on running gear. We all went on a hilly run that got our blood pumping and injected quite a few natural chemicals into our blood streams.

Upon arrival back at the cottage, we pooled our energy and made a communal breakfast from some groceries we had brought. Clean up was equally fast and soon we were all sitting with second cups of coffee out on the deck.

I expected a discussion about how to spend the rest of the day with some facetious comments from those not posing the question. Instead, Jim caught my eye and asked, "We left off yesterday in our discussion of relationships and values. I still want to hear you talk about those things in more detail, particularly with Trish here to give the feminine side of things."

I looked at Trish and she nodded to me to start. "Well, let's consider the case for change from the way things normally happen in the world," I started. "Most of us are taught from an early age that we need to be in a monogamous relationship with a member of the opposite sex; that is fulfillment and completeness. We spend our teenage and early twenties trying to achieve that, we get it, and then find it's inadequate in many ways."

"First off, we have interests and pleasures that our monogamous mate doesn't share. Eventually we learn another rule of society and that is we can explore our other interests but only with someone of the same sex. For instance, if I am interested in golf, I can play golf with Jim but not Jan. The reason has to do with the apparent threat we may be to each other's monogamous relationship. If we break it up we might form another one. But the issue doesn't stop there, it keeps going through all the little and large things we are interested in or want to try, until finally one realizes that the only good relationship you can have is with yourself and a larger group of people who each share some interest with you."

"Jealousy is a learned response." I went on, "When Trish found someone she cared a lot about and that shared some interests with her in areas I wasn't interested in," I looked at Trish and nodded, "I had to unlearn my instincts to be jealous or envy her friend and lover. Instead I had to learn to celebrate her happiness and to expand the love I had for her. I eventually changed my thinking and it changed my life -- our lives. I was much more fulfilled even though she was occasionally enjoying herself with her friend. As I started to manifest the feelings of unlimited and unconditional love I found that I was getting back so much more from Trish and from others at the same time."

Trish entered the conversation, "I wasn't getting and knew I'd never get all the emotional support and sharing I needed from my husband. I was perplexed in how to deal with the shortfall: forget about it and live forever unfulfilled, or have an affair and sneak and lie and try to fill those voids? The evidence is damming: divorce rates are high, break ups abound, lots of unhappy people around all talking about marginal relationships, separations, kids torn between parents of broken homes, and on and on. I knew I didn't want any of that, but I wasn't willing to settle for apathy and an unfulfilled life either."

Jan, June and Jim had pulled their chairs closer to us as we talked. I picked up the conversation, "We had a very important discussion over a decade ago about creating a different kind of marriage. We worked to create a relationship that was built on respect for each other, but not exclusivity; one built on trust, but not on faith in a monogamous relationship defined by society; one based on a very high level of communication that talks about feelings rather than hides them; one that realizes you can't possess another person. Trish isn't 'my wife': she's her own person, with thoughts, feelings, and abilities different from me."

Trish jumped in, "So we created an open marriage that was based on unconditional and unlimited love, and predicated on supporting the growth and development of each other in terms of mind, body and spirit."

"Didn't you feel jealous of each other's other relationships," Jim interjected.

"No," I answered. "Once you've changed the paradigm the number of partners you have and what you do isn't the issue. What is the issue is whether you are both sharing and growing, whether you're both supporting the new person you've decided to bring into our circle. We are both secure in our love and try to spread that to the other important people in our lives."

Trish then said, "The fidelity you are implying by your question is not the limited definition prevalent in most marriages, but rather an agreement to support the growth of the new person with the same respect and support you show your partner. Actually you don't need a marriage at all, but you do need the respect. One other thing, not all our 'outside' relationships involve sex; it's nice but not necessary. Sometimes you have to gage the other person you are bringing into your circle; this may not help them grow or discover things about themselves."

June asked, "So how has your relationship changed over time? How is it changing now?"

Trish answered with a nod from me, "We had a few rocky years. I just couldn't fit the traditional wife role and be wife, mother, teacher and mistress depending on the moment. I wanted a career and then I realized I wanted my own friends to fill in the voids from home. I didn't feel that my hubby was inadequate," she patted my arm, "just that neither of us expected him to fulfill those needs. Whenever I talked to him about being my sole source of happiness, he'd panic." We all laughed.

"We talked a lot," she went on, "and with his blessing I included another dynamic guy in my life -- no, in our life, because I shared him through communication and then by inclusion in our family life. John, that was his name, needed us and we needed him; he was with us for three years before he had to move away. We keep it touch but are not as intimate as we were; intimacy needs closeness and frequency of contact. We lost that with John after he moved."

"Compared to the years we'd been married before that," Trish said, "I felt I suddenly had a rocket strapped to my ass. Suddenly all the stagnation and regrets that I'd been having about my life vanished and I started to become alive again. I'd tried to deal with it 'at home' but that hadn't worked; your spouse isn't responsible for you happiness, you are!"

I stepped in, "I actually felt a huge load lifted from my shoulders. I had been put in charge of Trish's happiness and I knew I wasn't doing a good job, but I didn't know what I could do. I tried lots of things. John involved her in a set of different activities, hobbies, emotions and feelings that I couldn't or didn't know how. When their relationship included sex, it was based on loving and caring, not because I was inadequate. We actually shared that part of the relationship in a ménage å trois. Funny, I was never jealous only happy that John was around."




Circle of Love Pt. 04



Trish said, "When I heard about the relationships being formed by the four of you down here my only concern was whether the respect, caring and love that we'd talked about were included. As I heard more, I knew that a new circle of love had formed and I wanted to be included. It just took a few weeks for some crises at work to vaporize so I could come and be part of this. I work in an ad agency and so life is usually very hectic and work is never done."

"As for the future," I ventured, "we'll all have to see where this goes. I love you all deeply and don't want to think about an end, but sometimes these things do burn out or change due to outside circumstances."

"I don't want this to end," June announced. She came and kissed Trish and then me.

"Nor I," Jan added. She squeezed my leg and stroked Trish's from her seated position.

"Nor I," Jim said embracing June as she backed into him. 

We carried the discussion a little longer and then migrated inside and dressed. We spent mid-day cruising the main tourist routes and going in gift and antique shops. We had lunch at a delightful pub beside a stream. Everywhere we went heads turned to look at the three women. I felt privileged and honored to be one of their escorts; I relished the touch and affectionate glance from each of them. At one point, when I was bored, I pretending I was the body guard for three actresses who were taking a secret holiday; I was still bored.

By four o'clock I was antiqued out and suggested we head for the hot tub and sauna. We did. 

The five of us sat in the hot tub with the water churning around us until fingers and toes started to ripple again. I announced I was going to try the sauna on the lower level and wound my way downstairs to the wood enclosed room. I'd turned it on when we'd gotten to the cottage and it was 'just right' when I entered the enclosure. I spread my towel and lay down in the ultra hot room and went into a meditative state.

Several minutes later I heard the door open, however I didn't open my eyes to see whom my companion was. Instead I felt a hand tenderly embrace my flaccid cock and start to massage me to life. I responded well apparently, so a few seconds later I felt a pair of warm lips engage my member, pulling me into a feminine mouth and tonguing my sex. I guessed it was Trish; I knew I was right.

I reached what I call penetration hardness in only a couple of minutes. She gauged the situation correctly as she came over me and straddled my thighs, knees pressing into the towels I had spread to keep the bench from burning my body. She slowly lowered herself onto me, allowing each fraction of an inch to bring her pleasure as she made penetration a process that invoked only a fraction of an inch on each stroke. Finally, our bodies met and I was fully enveloped. I was in heaven.

I caressed her engorged sweat-laden breasts as we started to work towards our orgasms. We were loving; we were fucking; it was all the same. I stroked and sucked which were really moves to spread the sweat more uniformly over her body and to share it with mine. We were both dripping in the dry heat of the room. Trish's body was exuding an unusual amount of womanly lubrication as we fucked; soon my entire pubic area was swimming in our sweat and her juices.

She kept pumping herself up and down over me and I rose and met her every stroke. I was telling her how much I love her and love our relationship and the sense of completeness I have with her. I extolled her virtues as a lover and as a harlot that knew how to please me and have her way with me. She smiled and complimented me on my 'wondrous prick of pleasure' and how it hit all her spots in just the right way. 

We knew each other's buttons and chemistry. Soon we both picked up the pace as we headed for orgasm. Sweat was running off our bodies in huge amounts puddling on the concrete floor beneath us. Then our orgasms arrived; they weren't a surprise. I felt Trish's cuntal muscles spasm several times, milking my cock, and that was all I needed to trigger my final response. Our backs arched, we held our breath, we moaned, and I sent spurt after spurt of man cum into her willing pussy. She collapsed atop me with a flurry of kisses. We again professed our love.

By now we were both dying of the heat. We separated our sweaty bodies, collected the towels and left the sauna. We walked up the outside stairway to the deck and headed to the outside shower. No one was one the deck. We took turns lathering each other and enjoying the much cooler water as we rinsed off the sweat and passion, stealing lots of kisses from each other as we washed. I love this woman.

Without drying or dressing, Trish and I then sat snuggled together on the patio sofa. As we became quieter we could hear a ménage å trois taking place in the bedroom above the deck. We looked at each other, smiled and kissed and were jointly glad for the happiness our dear friends were enjoying. 

I never get tired of stroking the female body; it's curvy and has dimples and indentations and mounds and different kinds of smoothness everywhere you wander over its landscape. Trish, fortunately, likes to be stroked and finds it endearing, loving and sexy. I spent the next half-hour catching up on the strokes of her body; she was purring a great deal and had very erect nipples when the upstairs trio finally appeared.

They all grinned mischievously at us as they walked by and headed for the communal outdoor shower. Trish and I watched as they gave erotic showers to each other. It turned out to be sexually arousing to watch two people give another person a sensual, soapy shower bath; I started to rise to the occasion; Trish said to save it for later. 

While everyone air-dried I got wine and some hors d'oeuvres and we all sat in the evening twilight and enjoyed each other's company. Sometimes we just sat in contemplative silence.

Eventually, hunger struck, we dressed and we repeated the dinner experience of the evening before, complete with heads turning when we were seated in the Mountainside Inn's main dining room. The three women were again goddesses of beauty. The turning heads in the Inn proved to me I was unbiased in my assessment.

When we returned to the cottage after dinner Jan announced that a different plan was afoot for the loving that evening. "The three of us have talked," Jan said, motioning to the two other women, "and what we have decided is that we want to be made love to by two males at the same time. Trish told us earlier that she'd had this pleasure and we got some of the details; June and I want to try it too."

To be continued in Part 5



Circle of Love Pt. 05



This story is about five consenting adults that engage in a polyamorous relationship. There is a strong sexual content, including lesbian scenes. There is also a fair bit of philosophy in the story about how and why relationships like this take place. If this isn't for you, please move on; if it is, please enjoy my early writing attempts. I urge you to VOTE as you finish each section of this five-part story. Thanks for your support.

Please read Part 1 to understand the characters and unfolding situation in this story. No one part can standalone from the others. This is the concluding chapter.

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When we returned to the cottage after dinner Jan announced that a different plan was afoot for the loving that evening. "The three of us have talked," Jan said, motioning to the two other women, "and what we have decided is that we want to be made love to by two males at the same time. Trish told us earlier that she'd had this pleasure and we got some of the details; June and I want to try it too."

Jim and I looked at one another in silence.

Jan went on, "We drew little pieces of paper again. I'm first, then June, then Trish -- who wants to have the pleasure yet again but with you two gentlemen. So I'll go tonight, June will have a turn tomorrow afternoon and Trish will be pleasured by you tomorrow evening." She looked at us and said, "I presume we've left enough recovery time?"

I laughed and said Jim would pick up the slack. He looked worried.

I asked, "What happens to those not in the ménage å trois?"

"Oh," Jan said, "They will be having a lesbian love affair close by or in the same room if you request it. For three women that had never had such an encounter before six weeks ago, we seem to be getting along very well and liking it." She smiled at her cohorts.

I said to Trish, "You OK with this?"

"Oh, I'm better than OK," she said as she reached over and took June's hand and brought it to her mouth and kissed it with a wicked smile. June looked pleased too.

I walked across the room to Jan and took her hand as I gestured to Jim, "Miss, this gentleman and I would like to fuck the living daylights out of you this evening. Are you available?"

"Why yes, I just happen to be free -- right now!" Jan said as she grabbed Jim's and my hands and pulled us towards the staircase. I gave my helpless look over my shoulder to Trish and June who laughed.

Jim and I allowed Jan to pull us into the middle of the first bedroom and then we took turns giving her deep soul kisses. I moved in front of Jan and slowly started to unbutton her blouse, kissing each little square inch of skin as it was revealed. Jim stood behind Jan pushing his hips into her and holding her breasts. As the blouse became fully unbuttoned he slowly removed it from her shoulders and arms, also kissing the exposed skin.

Jim gently unsnapped her thin brassiere from the back allowing the straps to slide down her arms. Jan watched as the straps slipped down her arms with a look of awe. I used my mouth and tongue to help pull the lacy bra forward and down her arms. Jim gently reached in a stroked her naked breasts. Jan put her head back and allowed Jim to kiss her from the side as he stroked her nipples to hardness.

Jan was wearing a mini skirt that accentuated her fine legs as well as three-inch heels. I whispered that I wanted her to keep the heels on while we made love; we'd done this before, it was a turn on for me. I undid the decorative belt to the skirt and found the short zipper on the side and undid it. I used both hands to help the skirt slither down over her hips and legs, and then helped her step out of it.

She was now standing almost nude before Jim and I -- two very masculine males who were developing a single focus for the remainder of the evening; our goal was to make Jan cum countless times and to pleasure her in everyway we could think of. Jan reached down and pushed her thong down her legs and with a little shiver stepped out of it. She reached forward to the buttons on my shirt, and then helped me pull it over my head. 

She turned around and undid Jim's golf shirt and pulled it off of him. I shifted behind her and kissed her neck and pulled her head back in a passionate gesture so I could kiss her lips. I saw Trish and June standing in the doorway watching as we stripped each other; June was cradling Trish in a loving stance; both looked like content voyeurs.

Jan undid Jim's belt and unbuttoned his slacks, pushing them down his legs. As the bulge in his pants became evident, she squatted and pulled his hips to her mouth, locking her mouth on the tented material and blowing hot air. Jim stepped out of his slacks and shoes.

She turned to me and repeated the process. As my pants slid away down my legs I felt her mouth press against my penis and then a flow of hot air through my briefs. I responded with a surge of blood to my cock and my bulge grew dramatically in only seconds. I finished stripping.

Now the three of us stood nude in the middle of the room, our clothes spread around us. Jim and I both bent and sucked on Jan's breasts as we simultaneously placed exploring fingers in her vagina. Jim and I fingered her together, one and then the other searching for and finding her G-spot only to abandon its caress to the other. Jan was moaning, "Oh yes! Oh yes!"

Jan was holding and milking each of our cocks; she fondled and manipulated our organs. Both swelled ready for action. I looked at the doorway; Trish and June were still there only they were now nude and fondling one another as they stood and watched the three of us.

Jan squatted again and pulled both of our cocks to her mouth. She sucked on me then Jim, then pulled us together into her mouth in one gesture. Suddenly our cocks were together in her warm chasm as she simultaneously fellated us; neither of us seemed to mind.

Eventually, I steered the three of us to the bed, pulling the covers off onto the floor. I had Jan lie down and pull her legs up. I gestured to Jim that he had pussy-eating honors; he accepted with delight and slid between her legs. I watched for a moment to see how my student was doing; he did a credible job of getting started, particularly if Jan's reaction was an indication of success. Her body jerked as his tongue made the first gentle probes into her slit and onto her clit. He continued his delicate touch and I moved up to her upper torso.

I leaned in and kissed Jan with all the passion I could muster. She pulled my head into her lips with a rare ferocity of passion. I romanced an ear, running my tongue deep inside and whispering to her that I wanted my tongue to bring her pleasure on her clitoris and deep inside her cunt. Meantime, Jim was doing exactly that to her. She was in heaven.

I made love to her neck. I ran my tongue down her neck, pecking and pulling skin here and there as I went, then ended in the valley between her ample and taut breasts. I alternated attention between her two globes, making frequent forays up to her lips and neck. Her nipples were electrically sensitive -- white hot; I knew my attention to them was being reflected in contractions of her vaginal muscles.

The bed height was just right for Jim to stand on the floor, insert and pump into Jan. He and I repositioned Jan so he could start her journey to pleasuredom. Jan and I both watched as he carefully and slowly inserted his engorged penis into her. He teased, entering slightly and then pulling back. Jan would move to follow, to try to induce deep penetration, only to have her move frustrated. He made little surge strokes and then in one mammoth push, thrust all of his long cock into her pussy. She moaned and slammed her body back against the bed.

I held her upper body and continued to kiss and pay attention to her breasts and neck. I would bite and nip; she kept saying "Harder! Harder!" to both of us. 

Jan fired off her first orgasm only seconds later. Her body arched and a shudder ran through her from head to foot. Neither Jim nor I paused for more than a couple of seconds as the effect struck. I think she expected a longer pause because when we continued she twitched even harden as aftershock after aftershock hit her body. She kept moaning and thanking heaven for the two of us.

Jan fired off several more little climaxes. Jim gestured to me to switch. He and I traded places and I repeated his ploy of teasing Jan's pussy rather than just plunging in. When I did plunge in the last inch or so, she climaxed again; she was clawing at our bodies to try to draw both of us into her. I extracted for a few seconds and licked and kissed her pussy, pulling on her pud until she arched again. I thrust into her, now varying the pace -- slow and gentle for a few strokes; hard and aggressive on a few more; then I repeated.

Jim and I had her on a step after a while. She was shuddering and having small climaxes almost once a minute. I'd never seen any woman this worked up nor having orgasms at such a rapid rate. 

I had an idea and indicated by gestures to Jim that he should insert a finger into Jan's ass. I got up on the bed and pulled her over to me without losing my connection with her. I was still alternating my long, short, gentle, hard thrusts into her. I also was able to lean in a suck on her breasts; when I would nip or bite I could feel the cuntal muscles contract. Jan was practically delirious.

Suddenly Jim thrust his finger in. For a few seconds I could feel his finger pushing and thrusting against the peritoneum wall. Then all hell broke lose. Jan went rigid arching her back away from me but thrusting her breasts forward. I thrust into her several times hard, very hard. She climaxed. Actually she exploded into a shuddering ball of twitching hedonistic flesh. She screamed, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck me! Oh don't stop! More!" and kept repeating that mantra over and over again.

Her vaginal muscles went into wild spasms milking my cock. I couldn't resist and seconds later I exploded into her moist tunnel. Her pussy kept milking me and milking me, hips rotating to pull me into her in every way she could; her eyes were foggy and unfocused, her hands clawed at both of us without coordination, she was on autopilot, her body's automatic systems were in high gear making it do all the things it was supposed to do to mate -- to fuck, to get impregnated. How nice we still derive pleasure from all those instinctual actions.

Jan clutched me to her with one arm so that I couldn't move into her anymore. She didn't want the stimulation for a moment; she had to cool down. She was panting and it was clear her heart rate had skyrocketed. "Oh dear. Oh dear," she kept saying. Jim had pulled his finger out too. "I may not survive the night," Jan said, then paused and added, "but bury me with a cock in my pussy."

We let her rest for a couple of moments and then I pulled Jan up onto her knees and motioned for Jim to get behind her. She was compliant. He was rigid as a pole. He again entered her pussy and started to fuck her doggy style. He was slow at first but Jan gradually accelerated the motions. A few minutes later she had another small climax, and then another and another.

She dropped to the bed and rolled over. "Titty fuck," she said looking Jim in the eye. He straddled her body and moved up until his cock was between Jan's large tanned breasts. She held her breasts together to provide the friction as Jim started to piston between then. She whispered lewd things to Jim, telling him how much she wanted his cum on her breasts, neck and face. It was too much for Jim and he detonated, his cum splashing across Jan's neck and face.

Jan pulled Jim down onto her slippery chest and body, smearing some the excess cum between the two of them as he slid down so they could kiss. They shared some of his cum but Jan was greedy and used her finger to find and bring it to her mouth in a sensuous gesture.

I glanced again at the doorway but my voyeurs had left for the other bedroom. I tiptoed across the room and peeked into the other bedroom. A dim dresser light was on. Trish and June were in a classic "69" with Trish on the bottom. Both heads were eagerly assaulting the beautiful pussy that they were presented with. I left them to it and went back to the other room.

Jan pulled the two of us into her side and alternated kissing us. We could both taste the other on her lips. After a bit I slid down her body and started to again lick and toy with her pussy, using my lips to pull on her labia and my tongue to pleasure her clit. She started little jerking motions again and I could hear her moan every now and then in tune to some action I had just done on her body. I knew I was lapping my own cum from her, but the mix with her tasty cum and girl juice was irresistible. 

Jan pulled Jim up and started to fellate him. I could watch from my advantaged position near her pussy and it was highly erotic. He held Jan's head while maneuvering his dick in her mouth so that he got maximum stimulation. I could see the veins in Jim's cock pulse as he hardened again. When he was stiff and thoroughly enjoying Jan's mouth I asked he wanted to be where I was; he did and so we switched.

Jim again drove into Jan's body. She was still wearing the spike heels that I found so enticing. I was almost erect again just watching them fuck with those heels visible.

Jan indicated that I should come up by her head; I did and she started to suck on my cock as Jim drove into her pussy. All the visual stimulation brought me to a state of hardness when I thought I was through for the evening.

Jim said he was cuming so Jan left me for a moment and helped pull him into her with arms and legs wrapped around him. He arched, thrust, held position and ejaculated, sending copious amounts of cum into her body that overflowed her tight pussy. Jan came also, shuddering throughout but not as thoroughly as she had a few minutes earlier in the evening.

I replaced Jim and positioned Jan so I could fuck her doggy style; I started rhythmic thrusts into her plus I was whispering to her how much I loved her but that she was such a slut to fuck the two of us at the same time, and that she loved cock, and that I was going to spray the insides of her cunt with my juice. She responded well to all this and kept saying, "You're right! You're right! Fuck me!"

I watched Jim and Jan kissing, then Jan was sucking on Jim's limp penis again and that was a turn on. I could look and see those heels. I thought of Trish and June in the other room girl fucking. I could feel Jan massaging her clit and fondling my scrotum, then I could feel her muscles spasm and contract against my rod. I came again! Wow! Stars shot across my sky; I saw fireworks -- didn't matter whether my eyes were open or closed. 

I fell off Jan. She rolled over and pulled Jim and me into her breasts. Her nipples were still erect and alert. I gently tweaked one with my lips. She scolded me in mock shock. 

After a few minutes of cuddling, I moved and turned out the dim light in our room. I again tiptoed into the next bedroom. June and Trish appeared to be asleep. The covers were off their bodies and they were holding each other with slack arms suggesting they slept. I tiptoed to the bed and kissed each of them, pulled up the sheet over them, and went back to Jan and Jim. I pulled the sheet over us and the three of us went to sleep too.

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I was again the early bird the next morning. I meditated and did some affirmative prayer, thanking the Universe for my friends and the love I felt and wanted to give. I kept thinking, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Trish came and joined me finally. We lay down on the patio couch and I spooned in behind her naked body. We both closed out eyes and relished our contact and the love in our relationship. 

I finally asked, "Did you have a happy night?"

"Oh, yes. Really, yes!" Trish replied. "I can't believe I'm so turned on by another woman, two other women actually. I've had my juices flow over you and a couple of other guys in my life, but wow! June and Jan really stoke my fires. If you'd told me I was bisexual a month ago I would have said you were nuts." She paused then went on, "But don't you worry, I'm still going to be your wife, I just have more options for how to please myself. Much better than that battery operated gizmo you bought me a couple of years ago," she said laughing.

I chuckled and kissed her tenderly. "I'm glad you like my friends -- our friends. I actually think all this might stick together for a while. There's a lot of love and caring in this group." Trish wiggled into me and just said, "Yea, I know."

Eventually Jim appeared, limp dick swaying in the morning air. He was sipping some of the coffee I'd made earlier. He took one of the chairs, looked up to sky and spread his arms and said, "Thank you." I knew what he meant.

June was next out. She kissed me, gave Trish an even deeper kiss and then settled into Jim's lap. I guess there was some memory about Trish from the night before. Most of the time we were silent and enjoying each other's presence and the closeness to nature and the woods. Finally Jan appeared; she kissed everyone and huddled into my available side. She announced, "I want everyone to know that having two guys turn you every which was but loose is a very, very, very nice experience; and, well, my pussy is sore this morning but I wouldn't trade a minute of what we did. In fact, as soon as we can I'd like a rematch." She gave us all a big smile then added, "And to think I was a virgin six weeks ago. Wow, what a change!"

June then said, "I wasn't a lesbian until about six weeks ago. Now, well, I guess I'm bisexual and I love it. It doubles my options for a date." She snickered and wiggled her bottom across Jim's lap. Jim loudly slapped her buttocks and June screamed in surprise.

I announced, "Shower time!" stood and headed to the outdoor shower. After I got the water temperature about right I went under the water. Trish came and joined me, and soon the other three. We took turns soaping each other up and rubbing bodies together. Eventually the sex juices we'd all slept in from the evening before had washed off. 

I suggested a morning run again and then brunch. There was some fake grumbling about me being a fitness addict, however in half an hour the five of us headed out the door at a brisk pace. We did a long run, in part because we got lost trying to find a return route we hadn't been on. We all needed another shower upon return.

We sat and cooled down from the run then Jim and I went to the workout room and did weights for twenty minutes. When we came back to the patio three nude female bodies decorated the furniture; each was clean having been in the shower. I asked, "Alone or all together?"

Jan said, "Why all together, of course. Why pass up a chance to have you pussy loved by anyone." All three of the women looked smug.

Jim and I stripped and also showered. He looked worried. I said, "Don't worry. I love you but not in that way." He relaxed.

We headed out and found a nice restaurant with large sign advertising "Brunch". We sat on the restaurant's outside deck and refueled our bodies and enjoyed too many cups of good coffee. Our conversation ran all over the place again until June asked Trish a probing question about relationships.

"Trish," June started, "You two have an open marriage and are committed to each other's growth and happiness, but how do you know how far you can go before you have to communicate with each other, say about a new person you like or something less dramatic?"

"Whoa," Trish said. "You've asked about three questions in one statement. Let me try to break all that apart, and," she looked at me, "you help too!" I nodded.

"First off, we both know that it's not necessary to ask permission to pursue whatever potential happiness confronts us. We each know we're the home base and that each highly values the other's happiness. The other side of that is that we respect the other person and we both try to avoid 'surprises,' but after we've been with each so long they are few and far between. I actual relish them for it brings me out of my comfort zone and I can feel myself grow when that happens."




Circle of Love Pt. 05



Trish continued, "You may wonder about the initial involvement with Jan. I didn't know about it until the weekend after it happened, but my reaction was not one of shock and dismay; instead I was overjoyed that he'd found someone to share and love. I felt it extended and expanded our family and the love we had in it. I looked forward to meeting her and hearing about how things developed. Such a simple change of mind and such a different result."

"My attitude has been if you change your thinking, you change you life." Trish looked at us all, "If you define things like Jan appearing as cheating, mistrust, hold jealous thoughts and think about divorce and all, that's what you'll get in return. If you rethink things and redefine new relationships such as Jan, then June, then Jim, as extensions of your own happy family you end with much different feelings and actions -- much happier ones -- and you are the one that benefits. So, I am feeling that each of you loves me and is one of precious life assets. Thank you Universe."

"You asked how far we know how to go? The answer to that is that life is full of unlimited opportunities." Trish reached and took my hand, "We have talked and want each other to pursue them all!" She looked at me and smiled; I smiled back and held her hand. "If on the spur of the moment I wanted to go to Europe or fuck my brains out with some hunk at the office, I know I'd be supported in that decision -- no questions asked. If I decided to wait a month before saying anything, that's OK too, although I might get a question about the air tickets on the credit card bill." We all laughed.

I said, "A dear friend of ours once told us the greatest sin is the unlived life. I've pondered that statement a lot in this context. Thus, my largest regret would be if some situation presented itself to Trish and she didn't pursue it"

Trish picked up again, "We both know we are not the source of each other's happiness or growth; that can only come from within. Society gives us the illusion that we are the source of each other's happiness, but it's false. Further, neither one of us wants to deny the other's potential for growth, however they see that happening. And, we have trust in each other that is not restrictive but is open; we know we won't criticize each other for our open, honest communication even if we disagree."

I added, "The more each of us become a whole person, the more we pull the other along with us. We bootstrap each other up life's learning curve. We both feel good about ourselves, that let's us love more, give more, and take pleasure in watching each other grow. It's a dynamic relationship. I'm happy because she's happy because I'm happy, etcetera, etcetera."

June leaned in again and asked, "Well, what about us? Where do we fit in all that?"

Trish and I both started to talk at once saying the same words, "We love you." We looked at each other and laughed.

Trish went on, "We love you dearly. You are part of that same feeling of love that we share with each other. We are glad for you happiness and want to provide you opportunities and experiences that will help and promote your growth and joy; that's real love. We don't lay a set of rules on you about how you have to behave around us or how you have to communicate. We accept you as you are and as you want to become."

I picked up the theme; "You make that easy for us by returning the love we give you multiplied many times. You treat us the same way as we treat you. You love us for who we are; I don't detect any one trying to change any one else. You want us to feel joy and love too. What a nice circle we make." I gestured and we all joined hands across the table. I engaged each person in the circle with my eyes and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank you." Trish repeated the process, then Jan, then Jim and then June. There were tears in our eyes when she finished. We had a long period of quiet then June said tenderly, "Oh I love you all." The rest of us said, "Amen!"

We left the restaurant and went back to the cottage. 

June had signed up for the afternoon "treatment" by Jim and me. We repeated many of the same moves on her that we had used on Jan and improvised a few new ones. Trish and Jan apparently also had a good time in the other bedroom. All in all it was an orgasmic afternoon. The moans, shouts of joy, and lewd language announcing or encouraging action or release punctuated most of the afternoon.

Jim and I wore June out. After about a dozen earth-shaking orgasms she practically passed out. We pulled a sheet up over her and headed to the shower. We talked about loving women as we showered. I told him not to hold back with Trish, particularly not because she was my wife. I wanted her to get the full treatment and more that evening. 

We were both having an early glass of wine when Trish and Jan appeared. Both looked sweaty and sexually fulfilled. They showered and brought us their damp bodies. Trish started to sit with me but Jim intervened, "No, Trish. Come over here." She looked at me, I smiled, and she went and snuggled into his naked body. Jan wormed her wet hair into my neck and purred, "We just had a reeeaaaallllly nice afternoon." We all laughed.

Jan asked about June. I explained her depletion and said we'd wake her if she were still asleep when we were thinking about dinner.

The four of us talked about sex, love, life, marriage, relationships and such for another two hours and four more bottles of wine. We were pretty mellow by dusk. We'd also been very open with each other, sharing lots of fears, doubts and worries about our lives, careers, relationships and all.

Jan admitted to not being able to sustain relationships when she was younger, even with her parents and siblings. She'd made up a story about herself as being unlovable. As her career took off she told us she thought that no one could love a career woman. The last twenty years of her life she'd lived with that mantra until we all came into her life. She was receptive for whatever reason and we changed her. She wept tears of gratitude for all of us and for making her feel loved for the first time in her life. 

Jim admitted to fearing a commitment because of all the limitations on his life it imposed. "Now," he said, "I have a new vision of what commitment is -- it's open and unconfining; it's about sharing and helping each other grow -- even involving others in that growth." He played back some of our earlier discussion in his own words; he was getting 'it'. "I've been in the relationship with all of you but Trish for only two weeks, and Trish two days, my growing problem is I don't want it to end. I know the sex part will cool down, but it's the rest of the connection I don't want to lose. I like this. Can't it go on forever?"

Trish talked about her strict upbringing and all the rules she'd had to live with, and then dealing with how many of those rules broke down when she started dating and liking boys and later men. I was not going to be a trophy wife, or someone who was barefoot in the winter and pregnant in the summer. I wanted a career, growth, kids, husband, love, sex, joy, and self-fulfillment. From that point until now has been over twenty years; I'm still learning and growing but the fear, worry and frustration I felt back then is gone. I've learned how to really live.

About seven-thirty I went in and gently woke June. She glowed. We hugged and kissed tenderly for a few minutes as she came back into the real world. I again relished the experience of holding her nude body against me as we smoothed and loved one another. 

Eventually I suggested we shower and join the others for dinner. I pulled her downstairs and the two of us showered out on the deck together while Jan, Trish and Jim watched and applauded our shenanigans under the water. After toweling off we all headed in to dress. 

Trish had used her laptop and found what looked like a romantic little restaurant about ten miles away. She made reservations for us. The five of us walked in: two trim guys in Dockers and three knock out women in their prime. Heads turned. We were seated at a booth in a little alcove in a boy-girl-boy-girl-girl configuration. Jim pulled Trish into the curved leather settee so she sat between us; he had a devilish look on his face that I admired.

We had more wine and ordered dinner. While we were waiting and talking I watched Jim's hand disappear under the table and move in Trish's direction. Suddenly she jerked to an alert state and looked at Jim and me, her head swiveling with a questioning look. She relaxed a little and got a wry smile on her face as she hitched slightly closer to Jim.

June who was seated on my other side. After stroking her bare leg and working my way higher, I finally was able to sink a finger into her pussy area. As I leaned across the table to talk to Jan, I pushed June's thong aside and thrust a finger into her. June grabbed the table with both hands and sighed. Jan chuckled and said, "I'll sit next to you next time." I kept diddling June; she had a delirious look on her face. So did Trish.

We stopped fooling around when our dinners were served. I think the serving staff figured out there was something going on; they were all smirking as they served us and poured more wine.

After dinner, June and Jan changed places so I could diddle Jan under the table while we waited for coffee to be served. I lavished kisses on both of them when no one was looking. Trish continued to receive Jim's undivided attention.

By the time we got back to the cottage everyone was horny again. Trish pulled Jim upstairs without further ado. I kissed June and Jan and said, "Duty calls," and followed them up. I could hear them ascending behind me.

By the time I got to the bedroom we were using, Trish was naked and on her knees giving Jim a classic blowjob. He was standing with his pants around his ankles thoroughly enjoying the experience. He was stroking her hair in an encouraging way.

I helped Jim step out of his shoes and pants then I stripped and came up behind Trish, reaching around and fondling her breasts as she continued to fellate Jim. I worked until I felt her nipples swell and rise, adding heat to Trish's already glowing fires.

Trish had learned years before how to give me a one-hour blowjob -- or anything shorter if the need arose. I didn't believe it at the time, yet when she does it I still can't believe I hold off so long but remain so rock hard the whole time. It involves lots of attention and squeezing of cock and scrotum in just the right places at just the right times. Jim didn't know what he was in for. 

I pulled the two of them over to the bed; Jim finished undressing. Trish ordered Jim to lie on his back; she straddled his lower legs sticking her butt in the air and lowering her head to his very stiff prick. Jim sighed as she licked the entire length or his organ. 

"You are in trouble, Mister," Trish said, growling at Jim; "you got me all worked up at that restaurant and now you are going to pay big time. You will want to cum but I'm not going to let you cum. You will think you can cum, but you won't be able to cum until I let you cum. It's now nine-thirty; you are not going to have an orgasm until after ten-thirty." She was masturbating his cock with both hands as she delivered her summary judgment to him. He was not a believer.

I took advantage of Trish's posture to administer to her pussy. I loved licking and sucking on her entire love area but so often we were rushed or tired; this was different. I knew I'd have about an hour to pleasure her as she drove Jim crazy. I did just that.

At about ten Jim was pleading with Trish to either make him cum or let him fuck her to completion. She said, "No deal. Lie there and take it like a man." He did. She did ask me to penetrate her and pump; I willingly did, making a slow bit-by-bit penetration of her cunt as she knelt over Jim continuing her masterful blowjob.

By ten-fifteen Jim was trying to make deals with Trish if she'd just do anything that would give him release. No deal.

I kept stroking in and out of her pussy, slow deliberate strokes. When I would get close to cuming I would pull out and reach in searching for her G-spot. I would get close enough so that she'd groan or hum onto Jim's cock on one of her laps or swallows. Jim would go nuts. After I'd cooled down, I'd start pumping her pussy again.

As the clock neared ten-thirty I picked up my pace. I had often been touching Trish's clitoris, but now I focused greater attention on the erect nubbin beneath my cock. I needed release too; if we hadn't had such as afternoon as we did with June I would have been desperate.

Trish pulled off Jim finally and made a big show of looking at the clock. "Oh, I see your time is up, Mister. It's time for your blowjob to end now. I want you to cum all over my chest and neck and face. I want to taste your cum. I want to rub it into my skin and into my breasts and nipples." She bent down again and I really began to thrust into her.

Trish was pushing back against me as I thrust into her. I could feel the spasms start in her cunt then she started to do that little roll of her hips that brings me off every time. This time was no exception. I was quite vocal for Jim's benefit telling about the onset of my orgasm and what it felt like.

Suddenly I came. I popped my load into Trish's tunnel with all the responses I'd learned to extend and feel an orgasm as it washed over me. She came to. I could feel a gush of fluid and feel the ripples from the muscles in her vagina. 

Jim exploded with a scream and shriek. Trish rose over him slightly; Jim's cum shot out of his engorged cock hitting her face then neck then breasts. Some cum even shot over her shoulder onto my torso. I'd never seen anyone shoot so much so far so fast.

June and Jan suddenly appeared in the doorway with looks of concern on their face. I smiled and nodded at Jim to show all was well. They both giggled, smoothed each other's nude bodies in front of us as a tease, and disappeared back into the other bedroom.

We lay with Trish between us. Jim extolled her virtues and the fact that he would never, never, ever forget this night or her. The subject of blue balls was touched upon. Trish used her finger to dab some of the cum and bring it to her mouth. I enjoyed the company and the loving, basking in the sensuality of it all.

I left Jim and Trish fondling for a few minutes and went to check on June and Jan. They were gently loving each other. June was between Jan's legs carefully licking pussy juice from the area. I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, reaching over and smoothing them both. June and then Jan leaned over and sucked my flaccid cock in their mouths. Jan announced, "Good flavor. I seem to remember that from earlier today." June said, "Hummm. I tried that last night. Good vintage. We need more of that." 

I tousled their hair and went back to my ménage å trois. We continued to give Trish the "treatment," and we did an admirable job of it if I say so myself. Eventually we all slept cuddled around her after we'd worn each other out.

We repeated the morning routine again the next day: shower, run, shower and brunch. We came back from the restaurant and were sitting on the deck again. I think we had four hours and then we had to leave the mountains and head back to Camp Forge and the real world. We all had a look of contentment on our faces.

"So," Jan asked. "Isn't anyone else horny or is it just me?" She had a devilish look.

"I could be persuaded," I said feigning reluctance. The fact is I am horny all the time and could easily spend my entire life fornicating were it not for meals, pee breaks and economic necessity.

Trish jumped up and clapped her hands together, "Oh, goody. We're all going to fuck," faking the innocence of a teenager.

June and Jim developed large smiles.

The five of us headed for the nearest large bed, leaving a trail of clothing behind. Almost immediately we were a seething mass of hedonistic flesh with mouths, tongues, cunts and cocks adapting second by second to the changing conditions. Everyone got fucked and sucked. Finally, climaxes started to arrive, first amongst the women. It was contagious; once one of them came the others also started to experience the same symptoms: shortness of breath, arched back, erect neck, head tilted back, moans and groans accompanied by paradoxical waves of pleasure. Jim and I counted a dozen such events before first Jim and then I succumbed to the same symptoms. 

We lay together at crazy angles to each other. My head was on June's thighs facing her beautiful and moist pussy. She had what is known as a cream pie. I moved my head slightly and licked, also giving a minor assault to her erect clit. She jerked. The cum was mine. 

There were a few more orgasms, climaxes and near misses after that. We gave up about a half hour before the agent was to pick up the key. We all went downstairs to the deck shower for our final washing. 

We were just about finished when a very good-looking gal from the real estate agency came around the corner of the house. "I heard you all talking out here so I thought I'd come around the back and ...." She froze in position looking at the five trim and very naked bodies standing under or near the outdoor shower. There was a long period of silence. Finally, she said, "Oh, if only I'd known, I would have come earlier or," she paused, "I would have joined you for the entire weekend."

I stepped forward and said, "Well, there's always next year. We'll keep this place -- and you -- in mind." I took her hand and kissed it; she was flabbergasted. I said, "The key's on the kitchen counter and we'll be gone in about fifteen minutes. We just needed to freshen up. We'll strip the beds and put the linen in the laundry room." 

Real estate gal never said another word but backed her way into the kitchen and out of sight. We all laughed.

Fifteen minutes later we pulled out of the driveway and headed back to Camp Forge.

We did a repeat performance of the afternoon love making in Jan's big bed then Trish and I snuck off and went to sleep in the guest room cuddled together. We awoke early the next morning and made love. We were both very content with each other, our friends, and the world and all in it. I drove Trish to the airport and was in my office at Alperion by eight o'clock.

I'd put in a good hour of work when June appeared, looking a little bleary eyed. "Have a good weekend," I asked as though I hadn't seen her for days.

"Oh, yes," she said. "Went up to the Pocono's to a romantic little cottage. Learned a lot about life, love, and living while I was there. I'll tell you about it sometime." She winked and left to go to her office. 

Jan and Jim materialized a few minutes later. I decided they had fit in a little morning loving too; Jan has that glow about her and Jim looked like he'd swallowed a canary. I gave them the same "How was your weekend?" greeting; I got two "You've got to be kidding!" looks in return.

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I could go on giving you the details of the following days and months and even years as our relationship matured and grew. Yes, we did get into a routine with one another and the heat of the sexual side of our relationship cooled, but only slightly. We all know how to stoke it up when the mood strikes and it strikes pretty often.

About six months after the Pocono trip, Jan and I started to have to travel much more than we had been, in different directions usually. From time to time we are able to meet up in some distance city and be with one another for a night or two. Jan's career continued to soar; she became a vice president at Alperion a couple of years ago.

Jim and June got married exactly two years after that weekend in the Pocono's. Not only did Jan, Trish and I go to the wedding, we went on the honeymoon too -- to that cottage in the Pocono's. The real estate lady remembered us. That was fun.




Circle of Love Pt. 05



June moved from being an administrative assistant into systems project management. Jim had been coaching her behind the scenes in her job transition. She shines in her new position and is one of the most highly sought after project managers in the company.

Jim left the consulting company we both worked for and went to work for Alperion. Based on the success of the new accounts payable system and his reputation, he was able to negotiate a very lucrative job offer and position. He now heads the systems group in one of Alperion's largest divisions and is one of my clients.

After our kids left for college, Trish and I bought part interest in Jan's house and moved in with her. It was an experiment at first, but it works nicely and we are very compatible housemates so we've made it permanent by selling our home in the Boston suburbs. We bought a pied å terre for Trish that is ten minutes from her office; she "super-commutes" to her job at the ad agency in Boston each week. Some weeks she is only away two or three nights from our Camp Forge home. She was promoted and is now a partner in the agency. She brought in one of the top accounts in the firm, a large company named Alperion.

There were a couple of futile attempts to involve some other people we liked in our circle. None of them worked out. They were always too traditional in their thinking about relationships.

Our kids were both over eighteen when we told them about the extent of our extended family. At first they couldn't believe Mom and Dad could be so unconventional, but then they realized that we were living exactly what we had taught them about relationships, unconditional love, and self-actualization. They've come to love Jan, Jim and June too; they love to visit with all of us. I've noticed how carefully they select the young men they date, usually screening them with hundreds of questions about how they see the world, women, relationships and love.

Jim and June bought the house next door to Jan so we could be close to one another. Jan, Trish and I put on an addition on Jan's house. We needed it so that Jim and June's baby will have a place to play, and we have a larger space to socialize; she's due in two months. We added a hot tub, of course, and we enlarged Jan's bedroom as part of the renovation. We even put a very cozy fireplace in it; our circle spends a lot of time there.