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Sisters, Friends, and Lovers

By: SteveWallace



 Discovering they were sisters 

I didn't know they were sisters when I started dating them. 

I was thirty-three, and the girls were a couple of years younger, but with different birthdays about six months apart. I met Fran at a graduation party of a friend finishing his MBA, and Sheila at a Sunday afternoon birthday party in Marblehead. Stepsisters as it turned out, but they'd been together for so long, they didn't bother to use the 'step' word.

Sheila was a tall, lanky blond with a passionate streak I just knew I wanted to tap into someday soon. Making out with her made you feel like you were flirting with a volcano about to blow. We'd start slow, just a kiss or two, and then suddenly there she was in my lap with her tongue down my throat and her hands doing interesting things to both our bodies.

Fran was a short brunette with a determination to do everything she did perfectly, including making her boyfriend (me) happy. When we started making out, I felt she was searching and learning at the same time. Searching for the places and techniques that would turn us both on to the perfection she desired in our relationship, and learning and memorizing these places and techniques so she could invoke them later. She got me thinking the same way.

I had been open with the two of them about not being exclusive. After a few get to know you dates, I had standing dates with Sheila for Tuesday and Friday nights, and with Fran for Wednesday and Saturday nights. Sundays I seemed to alternate between the two of them. While I didn't talk about one with the other, I made it obvious to each of them that I'd been on other dates with someone else. For instance, Sheila and I saw the movie Gravity one night; the next night Fran wanted to see it too, however, I explained that I'd just seen it the night before with another 'friend.' I guess I wanted to emphasize the fact that I dated others; she didn't pursue the matter, and we ended up seeing another movie.

I am a romantic at heart. We went on a healthy diet of candlelight dinners, flowers, carriage rides, dancing - sometimes in my small but exceptionally neat and polished Cambridge apartment, and of course stimulating discussions when we were in public, for instance walking arm in arm along Boylston Street in Boston on a hot summer evening. We were learning about one another, and on that front I was very open. Thinking back on it, I was looking for long-term relationship and a marriage partner.

My relationship with Sheila ran parallel with the one I had with Fran on a nearly day-by-day basis. Week One, after meeting at a party, I called and we agreed to do coffee a few days later, had several get to know you dates over coffee and lunch near our work, and agreed to something more significant a week or so later.

We enjoyed some simple kisses together, but nothing to write home about other than it was clear we were comfortable with each other.

Week Two, we advanced to making out with each other and I could tell we were both feeling great resonance with each other. We found we shared many common interests, yet had a few that were independent of each other. By the end of the week we'd smothered first base with a huge load of French kisses and nearly constant physical contact, although I was ready to dispense with some of our clothing.

Week Three, we got to second base with each other. For those of you unfamiliar with the baseball analogy in dating, that meant that we started to pet in a way that stimulated some of the sexual parts of our bodies, more specifically Sheila's (and the next night, Fran's) breasts and my crotch, although everything was perpetrated outside of our clothing. Damn.

Week Four, we got under each other's clothing and even bared some of our usually hidden skin to each other. I peeled Sheila's top up around her neck so I could lick and suck on her breasts, and she opened my fly so she could fondle and arouse my cock to her heart's content. I ended with blue balls I had to contend with when I got home from our date.

Week Five, Sheila surprised the hell out of me when she went down on me, giving me a somewhat amateurish blowjob, but I was in no position to complain. I acted the gentleman and warned her of my impending climax, a move that allowed her a graceful retreat, as she finished the act with a masterful handjob. This was all accomplished on the sofa in my small apartment. When I offered to return the favor, Sheila made out with me for a bit and said, "Maybe next week. Let's not rush things." I accepted this slow rate of progress as the price to pay for being with this pretty young woman who was definitely long-term material.

I'd fallen in love with Fran and Sheila, but not told either one. I think they felt the same about me too. Most guys would decide on one or the other, but I not only couldn't, I didn't want to because to pick one would mean I had to do without the other. Fran or Sheila. Sheila or Fran. When I was with one, I worried about the other. I wanted to be inclusive with both of them.

Week Six, I seduced Sheila (and Fran) into allowing me to perform oral sex on them. We'd made it to third base. I felt myself reasonably skilled in the techniques of cunnilingus, so once I had her permission I truly made love to her pussy delivering multiple orgasms one after another. We were both nude, and I got another blowjob, this time to completion. My date with Fran went along in parallel.

Sheila and I had avoided using the 'L' word with each other up until that time. In the heat of her fifth orgasm of the night, Sheila said, "Oh, God, Steve, I love what you're doing to me. I'm falling in love with you." Amazingly, Fran said nearly the same words in the same situation the following night. 

The fact is I was falling hard for Sheila, and simultaneously I was falling for Fran. I started to feel conflicted, knowing that soon I would have to make up my mind about the two women, picking one to focus upon and to date exclusively. Even at this stage, however, neither Sheila nor Fran suggested exclusivity.

As soon as that thinking permeated my brain, another side of me would argue that I was too young, or indecisive, or afraid to make a mistake, or something, to pick one of the two at this stage. I kept hearing one of the voices on my shoulder telling me to keep insisting on non-exclusivity, and keep dating the two of them, and for that matter any other woman that might appeal to me. Any downside to that philosophy hadn't occurred to me.

That devil on my shoulder would convince me that at my age, I wasn't ready to settle down or make a lifetime commitment with anyone, and that I had plenty of time to eventually find a life partner, start a family, and do 'adult' things. Both Sheila and Fran qualified as 'keepers' in my long-term plan, and one of them indeed might end up the Mrs. if things progressed nicely.

The gods are fickle and laugh at us mortals. I had a comfortable bachelor life, dated two of the most gorgeous women on the east coast, had an excellent job that paid well and that I found exciting, and had a larger circle of friends I enjoyed. Hubris is a word from the Greek tragedies implying excessive pride or defiance of the gods leading to inescapable downfall and humiliation.

Things reached a turning point the following Saturday night. 

I reluctantly gave up an entire evening of eating Fran's pussy (and to hopefully make it to home plate) to accept her invitation to drive out to the suburbs and meet her family - her mother, father, and two sisters. We hadn't talked much about families up until that point except in broad generalities. Our focus had been on each other and talking about our schooling, friends, and jobs. As odd as it would turn out to be, I had made a similar dinner commitment with Sheila for the following Tuesday evening. 

I picked up Fran in front of her apartment at six that Saturday evening and we started the forty-minute drive out to the town of Dillon to her family's home. Some niggling point bothered me as I drove, and it had something to do with Dillon. I had met someone else recently that was from there as well but in the heat of the evening, the information wasn't coming to mind. I put the thought aside to concentrate on Fran's description of her father and mother, and how to get on their good side.

My thoughts were all over the place as I drove since Fran was also nibbling on my right ear and kissing me passionately at every 'safe' opportunity along the route. We enjoyed a lot of tongue play during the drive, plus she was running her fingernails up and down my thigh leaving me with a hard-on that could cut steel. As we neared her home, I stopped her since I knew I didn't want to 'show' when I met her parents.

I parked in front of the large suburban home that announced a well-to-do upper-middle class family. Fran and I stood by my car and made out for a couple of minutes, before she insisted that we go on inside. She laughed but allowed me to 'deflate' until I was presentable. She promised an 'interesting night' if we could finish dinner and get away early to return to my apartment. I liked the sound of this - home plate was in sight. Fran even promised to spend the entire night with me, something I'd asked her (and Sheila) to do without prior success.

Up the front steps we went, and in through the front door; just inside the door, Fran yelled, "Hey everyone, we're here. Hellllllloooooo."

From what was obviously the kitchen, Fran's mother, a beautiful look-alike older blond woman arrived with her hand outstretched. "Steve it's so nice to meet you, and please call me Jean. This is my husband Dave." Dave smiled as he joined us to shake hands. He was a tall, muscular man with salt and pepper hair. Fran's younger sister Allison joined the welcoming committee, and she also gave me a polite hug. We were shaking hands and nodding at each other ...

And then ...

... my blood ran cold, and I froze in position, praying that a hole in the ground would open and swallow me in one fast death-dealing gulp.

Sheila stood in the kitchen doorway also frozen in mid-stride. Our eyes were locked on one another briefly, and then my head got light and my leg muscles gave out, and I sank to my knees in the home's foyer. A hundred tiny pieces of information suddenly all clicked into place: parents' names and ages - the same; the composition of the family - the same; living in Dillon; a sister named Allison; and many more. How could I have missed the patterns - the similarities - the identical descriptions of things? I briefly thought about how I compartmentalized each of my dates, so much that I hadn't compared what I heard from each of them. I mentally kicked myself around the block.

Fran fussed over me, feeling my brow with her cool hand and rubbing my shoulders. Jean raced away to get me a glass of water. I waved them all away, as I struggled to stand again. Dave helped me up. Allison held my other arm to be sure I didn't fall her way.

I did a quick reconnaissance of the faces. Fran look remarkably like her mother. Sheila looked like a clone of her father. Ally looked like a mix.

My knees wobbled again. I realized I was dead meat. I'd blown it with two girlfriends I really liked and had hoped to get more serious with. I felt tears well up in my eyes over my sudden loss.

Fran and Dave helped me sit on the stairs in the entry hall. I put my head in my hands and tried to think of what I could say or do to rectify this really, really, really awkward situation. I was shaking my head hoping I'd awaken from this nightmare. 

As I looked up, Sheila slowly came forward until she stood next to her sister. Sheila pointed at me and asked Fran,  "THIS is the guy you were telling me about?"

Still not attuned to the situation, Fran eagerly replied, "Yes, this is Steve." She still sounded concerned for me, but I guessed that would change any second to one of rage. I checked the area for obvious weapons. At this point, I marveled that only thirty seconds had passed, yet I knew I had to endure the pain I felt inside before I could safely retreat back to my apartment in Cambridge and take a lifelong pledge of chastity and monkhood.

Sheila turned to me and said in a sarcastic tone, "Nice to meet you, Steve!"  In that instant, I felt particularly glad she hadn't come from the kitchen carrying a long serving knife. I glanced at her hands to be sure.

Fran only now picked up on the dynamic between Sheila and me. "Errr, do you two know each other?"

Before I could say anything, Sheila said, "Oh, yes. Steve and I have been dating for the past two months. He's the one I've been telling you about."

Fran's mouth dropped open at the news that I had also been dating her sister.

The girl's parents looked at their two daughters and me with questioning and puzzled looks. They hadn't yet caught on to what had been happening.

My brain had crashed, just like my laptop did all the time. I tried several times to push the restart keys to no avail, but finally I started to get a solid reboot and some of my brain function started to return.

First, I realized I was most likely single again. The two girls I'd been dating and falling in love with would hate me from this moment on, and remember what a heartless asshole I'd been, particularly to show up for dinner with one when the other was home. I thought how their opinions would influence a wider circle of friends and I would be banned from further dating in that circle for the rest of my life.

Further thoughts dealt with my avowed stance of non-exclusivity, not a secret from either Fran or Sheila. Another thought dealt with sex, particularly the fact that I hadn't had a consummating evening with either of the sisters; a point I thought might bode well for one or both of them eventually forgetting this humiliating situation. Last in my pea-sized brain, I had just deduced their relationship.

I mumbled, "You two are sisters? Step sisters?" Not the most subtle or brilliant of statements given the circumstances.

Fran said in a voice now tinged with anger, "Yes. Is what Sheila said true? Have you been dating her too?"

I said with slightly more authority, "Yes, I have been dating the two of you. I have been honest with you about not being exclusive ... even encouraging you to see others if that seemed to be something you wanted. I just didn't know ..."

Sheila interrupted and turned to her parents,  "THIS is the guy I was going to bring here for dinner on Tuesday night, except Frannie beat me to it." She stomped her foot on the bare wood floor, a move that caught everyone's attention, and then she fled into the kitchen.

I admitted, "This is really embarrassing. I had no idea ... I ..." I looked between the two sisters, and even turned to their parents for help, for someone to help unravel this situation. I needed a life preserver, but didn't expect any.

After a long silence, Ally, Fran and Jean moved off to the kitchen to join Sheila. I figured my goose was cooked. I gathered myself together and prepared to leave the Henson household. I figured Fran would get driven back to her apartment near mine by one of her family members, and I'd never hear from her again. Just the thought that I'd never see her again made my heart ache.

Dave Henson sized me up. "Steve, give them a few minutes to talk. You did nothing wrong, based on what I just heard. Why don't you come with me into the den and we can chat a little while the women sort out what just happened."

I nodded and followed Dave across the living room into a warm and manly den that was obviously his territory. I felt secure in here, but still knew I was emotionally vulnerable to what the women would say in a few minutes when they reappeared.

Dave and I were silent except for his gesture for me to follow him to his den. Without asking he poured me a glass of Jack Daniels neat. I sipped at it, trying not to choke on the strong liquor. While my head started to clear, no great ideas to resolve the situation were forthcoming.

He said, "What happened involved expectations. Sheila and Fran each had expectations about their relationship with you. They're now realigning those expectations and revisiting all the things you told them. I hope you weren't building any false expectations."

I spoke rapidly, "Oh, no, sir. I was always above board with them. I went out of my way to make sure they knew I was dating someone else, but that I also cared about them a lot."

Dave chuckled, "Well, then, let's see what happens. Now, tell me about yourself."

I'm sure we talked for a half hour, but I was on autopilot, responding to his questions while my thoughts were all about how I could make Fran and Sheila happy again. During that time alone with their father, I realized that I did love both Sheila and Fran. Maybe I should tell them that; I didn't want to lose either one of them. 

After some reflection, I confessed to Dave, "I really like Fran ... and Sheila ... a lot - each of them. I guess this'll all end badly now. Sir, I had no idea they were sisters until a minute ago. We didn't get into a detailed discussion about our families except in spotty discussions. I just didn't know. I'm so sorry. The last thing I would ever have done to either of them was embarrassing them this way - or hurt either of them. Oh, God, I'm so sorry."

Dave smiled at me, but I couldn't tell if it was with humor or the kind of smile you get from a jackal before he starts to chew on your extremities with renewed eagerness.

I felt compelled to keep talking. "Mr. Henson, I hope the girls and I can end up as friends. I thought I'd eventually get into a real romance with one of them, but ... well, I'm attracted to both of them. I'd like not to have to pick one over the other because they are both so much fun ... in different ways." I paused and looked at the girls' father, "Sir, do you think they'll still talk to me? Should I just leave? If I have to go, will Fran be able to get back to her apartment?" I blinked back some tears in my eyes.

Dave ignored my questions and asked me, "First, remember to call me Dave; I prefer it. Second, a question: what kind of dating model do you see from here forward, particularly now that your dating arrangements are public?"

I thought for a moment. "Sir, ... errr Dave, many people believe or insist on the Monogamous Dating Rule - that would be that you can only date one person at a time. Maybe I'm not normal, but I have usually dated several girls at a time, but I wasn't getting serious about any of them. When I met Sheila and a few days later Fran, I had been off the dating circuit for a while due to my work and some heavy travel. Dating the two of them seemed normal to me. I wasn't trying to hide my behavior from them. Early on, I think I explained this to both of them; I wanted to manage both of their expectations in case a mutual friend saw me out with someone else. I was sure they each knew I was dating at least one other person. Now I care about each of them."

Dave laughed and dropped the line on me, "What are your intentions now, if you could sweep the last hour away?"

"Well, Sir, I would hope to keep dating the two of them, deepening our relationships, having fun dates, going to interesting places and events, and just enjoying each other's company." I kept the lurid thoughts about wild sex with each of his daughters to myself.

"What if you had to pick one?"

After thinking, I shook my head. "I don't think I could right now." I gestured to the other part of the house and added, "Besides, after tonight, neither of them will want to talk to me again."

From the far end of the house the sobbing wail of one girl echoed down the hallway to my ears. Sheila was really upset and crying. My heart was breaking for her disappointment - an emotion I'd created by showing up with her sister. I teared up again.


Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 02



My thanks to German Dragon for his editing expertise and suggestions on all the chapters. The errors that remain are mine. Comments and votes are encouraged. 





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 02



Sheila's message came five minutes later,  "I guess we can make it public, but try to keep it from being the gossip of the century. I'd just as soon not read about us in the Boston Globe. I love you both. S." 

Thus, over lunch with my friends Jeremy and Rich, I announced in a low-key way that I'd made a life change over the weekend by having two gorgeous women move in with me. I tried to keep it subtle and avoided being a braggart, but Jeremy went bonkers at the idea, congratulating me over and over again. Rich came unglued at the whole concept, particularly after I showed them pictures of Sheila and Fran. As far as they were concerned I had become their idol – the Sex God of All-Time – by locking in the opportunity to have nonstop sex the rest of my life with two of the hottest women on the planet. Of course, they were right, but I just reflected that we were really just three people that really liked each other. Both men offered to 'help out' if two women got to be too much for me.

After that lunch, it didn't take long for the word to spread around the hallways of Franklin, Didwich, and Casso – FDC – the consulting and systems company I worked for. By closing time, I think everyone who had been in the office that day had walked by my office door to take a look at me. Some of the men would stick their heads in my office door, smile broadly, flash me an 'OK' sign or a thumbs up, and just continue on their way. None of the women said anything, and I found their reactions hard to gauge as they strolled by my office door and glanced in. I did get a few coy smiles.

That evening, Sheila reported that the other curators at the Boston museum where she worked had been jealous of her arrangement. They'd not only been searching for guys to date, they were all horny, and so Sheila moving with a guy – even with another woman or her sister – still seemed the pinnacle of desire for them. They read between the lines about the sex we'd been having too.

Fran's colleagues at the art school and gallery she taught at congratulated her in a relaxed way about her change in living arrangements. After that, two of the other women and one guy dropped by her desk and suggested that they were available if we wanted to broaden our threesome even further. The latter point provided a few minutes of animated discussion between the three of us, and some laughter.

For the first time in my life, I was beginning to realize that the world really did run on sex.

After comparing notes about our day over dinner, we made love again. I was focused on the "L" word, and realized I was falling in love with both Fran and Sheila. It wasn't just the sex, although that helped; it was really how they viewed life, and how happy they were. They didn't look to me to 'make' them happy; they knew the only source of happiness had to come from within. What they found inside, they willingly shared through their glow and outlook of joy about the world. I told them my thinking, and that got us into a philosophical discussion about joy and happiness.

I asked the two of them, "Well, what would it take to make you jealous?"

Fran speculated, "Maybe not being included if you and Sheila did something fun, but then I really wouldn't begrudge that of you. I'd more likely think to be glad you two had fun. It's hard to tell. I don't want to pre-judge some situation before all the nuances are clear."

Sheila tried, "Maybe if you found another honey other than the two of us and went sneaking off with her without telling us anything." She thought for a minute and said to me, "Steve, what would make you feel that way?"

I speculated, "Little, I think. If you guys are happy, I am too. If you find a guy or gal that brings you pleasure in some way, even in ways sexual, I would try to be glad for you and wish you the utmost in happiness and bliss. If you left, I would feel sad, but I would be glad for your happiness."

Sheila nodded, "How do you get your thinking to that point?"

"I think it has to do with finding happiness in what makes your partner or partners happy. I use the term happiness, but I could say erotic joy, bliss, or pleasure. For instance, say you had a guy you really liked here right now, and he was making love to you in front of Fran and me. We'd watch you, study your reactions to his kisses, his touch, and his technique, and we'd see your joy burst through as you made love. We care about you – deeply, why would we ever want to squelch those heavenly feelings you are having with anger or malice or jealousy? I just wouldn't. Jealousy is a learned response, ergo I can consciously unlearn it and substitute more positive emotions for it, or at worst, I can try and have to work at it."

Fran said to Sheila, "So many people treat the world as black and white. A situation is either good or bad. You making love to another man in front of us could be good or bad, or a mix with varying parts of each. Life's not that simple. If it were, we'd all be single, because everyone fucks up once in a while. We live with shades of gray and with tints and colors and hues. Good and bad are judgments we get taught to apply to certain situations, but that doesn't mean those are valid conclusions. The real skill in a relationship, the highest form of love and intimacy, is the ability to forgive and to be tolerant."

Sheila gestured for Fran to say more.

Fran said, "Imagine we were all married and Steve started screwing some honey on the side. If we judge that as 'bad' then we kick him out and never see him again, yet we loved him right up until that moment of discovery. If we judged his actions as 'good', we could invite his other love into our midst and share in the emotions and pleasures they have, or we could renegotiate our contract with Steve, or we could feel our way to find our own outside relationships while we maintain this triad in some new way. These are just some of the variations or shades to think about for what many people would say is a black and white situation. Heck, ninety percent of this country alone would freak out over the three of us living together like this."

We talked some more and then went to bed, the three of us cuddled up in my still small bed. I was in the middle again.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 02



If they were trying to boost my libido so I brought them pleasure, they certainly succeeded. We had banner evenings, and I'd bring each of them to multiple orgasms before I finished off with an epic climax of my own deep inside Fran or Sheila's pulsing cunt.

The following weekend I borrowed a van from a friend and we moved Allison to Fran's apartment: a very small studio apartment with a sleeping loft. The unit was just right for one person, and a guest or two wouldn't feel too out of place on a short but intimate basis, but the studio wasn't the kind of place even a couple could live in for very long without screaming for more space.

Fran, Sheila, and I also went out of our way to include Ally in our activities the rest of the weekend, having her hangout with us, go out to dinner, and watch TV before I escorted her the five city blocks back to her new abode. I didn't go in, but I did give her the satisfaction of a genuine, 'knock your socks off,' Steve Wallace kiss at her front door. I'd already booked a 'date' with her for the following Tuesday night, so we'd see how things progressed after that.

Tuesday came all too fast. I picked up Ally at her new apartment; we went to dinner at a Thai restaurant, and then saw an indie film at one of the avant-garde theaters in the city. We took the long way walking back home, picking up ice cream on the way. We held hands when we weren't holding the cones.

This time I allowed Ally to invite me into her flat. I think we both knew where this might inevitably end up, but I was intent on going through the steps over the coming weeks to be sure each of the players in what I secretly referred to as 'My Life's Drama' were on board with another lover in our midst.

Ally and I snuggled up on Fran's small sofa, we made out for a little, and in between we talked about all sorts of things, building on the conversation we'd had over dinner: what the triad was like, our thoughts about love and jealousy, open relationships and how they might work, my family, her family, and so on. I took a few minutes in our discussion to explain how I didn't want to upset the balance of the triad by suddenly adding a new player (Ally), and I wanted to be sure everything would work out positively when and if she joined us. Ally seemed to understand and I sensed she was genuinely glad I was being cautious of everyone's feelings and emotions.

I left about eleven o'clock, went home, and slipped into bed between Fran and Sheila. They were both still awake, so I gave them a thumbnail description of the date, and we all went to sleep after a few loving kisses. It was one of the rare nights up to that point we didn't have sex.

Saturday, Sheila and Fran went up to Dillon to go shopping with their mother. I took Allison to the beach. We got a late start but had set up our beach gear and picnic just in time for a late lunch. The temperature was balmy with a light offshore breeze that made the heat bearable. 

After the set up, Ally stood in front of me, made eye contact, and then started to seductively strip down to her bikini. She made a production of removing each piece of outer clothing, of undoing each button, and of pushing her Bermuda shorts down her legs. She kept her eyes locked on mine; being sure I felt the sexual vibrations she was giving off. When she finishing my mouth was watering and I was horny. Ally was a knockout. She was stacked, topped off with large firm breasts that slightly shimmied and shook with each movement she made. This was the first time I'd seen her in a bathing suit, and in this case a bathing suit that could have been lightly applied with a can of spray paint. She had long lithe legs, a pert ass, and a flat stomach that showed a hint of her tough abs. Were I one of her sisters, I would have been jealous of her assets.

Of course, I feared Ally might get arrested for indecent exposure because of her bikini. I watched some younger guys a hundred feet away gawking at Ally as her body came into view. The bathing suit consisted of a few square inches of phosphorescent orange material strategically placed to appease the local authorities. Two triangles of the material covered only part of her breasts, allowing the edge of her areolas to show slightly to those nearby. The shape of her breasts and nipples were never in question. The bottom might best be described as a microscopic loincloth in the front and butt-floss in the rear. Wow!

Despite the weeks off of my exercise regime, I had still remained trim and muscular. I couldn't match the young turks who kept staring at Ally, but I wasn't ashamed to be there. I knew she'd go home with me.

Ally and I stretched out. We talked a lot; read paperback books briefly, took a walk along the shore with our feet in the cool ocean, and then talked some more. I steered the conversation a little. I wanted to hear Ally talk about her vision of the ideal boyfriend and ideal lover, plus what she thought moving in with us might be like with four of us living and sleeping together, particularly in such tight quarters.

I tried to objectively measure myself against her yardstick for boyfriend and lover. Ally shortchanged many of the details of living together, particularly the division of work around the apartment and the weekly table chats about groceries, paying bills, calendars, and our monthly reviews about how we each thought we were doing with each other.

I'd had a talk with Sheila and Fran, and had their permission to reveal their incestuous intimacy if I wanted to, thus, as we sat in the wet sand at the water's edge I asked Ally, "Have you ever made love with a woman? Do you like girls as well as guys?"

I could hear Ally's sharp intake of breath. "Wha ... Errr ... I ... Uhm ... Why do you ask that?"

"Well, when we're in bed those not making love with me need to have some sexual fun in some other way."

"Uhmmmm, could you clarify what you mean?"

I sat up and drew a prone stick figure right in front of Ally. "Say this is you, and I'm about to make love to you."

She grinned and nodded. I added another stick figure on top of the one I'd just drawn.

This leaves Fran and Sheila without a role in our lovemaking, at least in that scenario, right?"

Hesitantly, Ally said, "Ooookay."

"So, option one, they watch and cheer us on." I drew two other stick figures in the sixty-nine position. "Or, option two, they sixty-nine with each other and work to bring each other off."

Ally's eyes jerked around to look at me. I smiled benignly. "Of course, option three, we keep changing around." I erased everything with several sweeps of my hand in the wet sand, and redrew my stick figure getting fucked, only this time I was more vertical to her horizontal. "Another option is for one of those not being fucked is to sit on your face while you pleasure their pussy with your tongue."

I drew the appropriate stick figure, and added another near me. "The other person could come and help me fuck you, they could massage your breasts, they could finger your ass – that's really exciting, they could rub you clitoris, and they could make out with me."

I completed my stick figure drawing. I said, "So you see there are many more options than what Fran, Sheila, and I have been doing, which is mainly to have one of them sit atop whomever is prone and get eaten out."

Ally's eyes were big and she was studying my stick figure drawing in the sand. She finally said, "Do my sisters ... my stepsisters ... do they do things with each other, sexual things?"

I nodded, "Sure, almost every night."

"And that didn't bother them, having you suggest that."

"Oh, I didn't suggest it; they did. They've been messing around with each other for over ten years – since they were in the mid-teens, not on a steady basis mind you, but on and off during that time, particularly when they were between boyfriends or lovers, or when they were excessively horny for some reason."

Ally blurted out, "Ten years! Holy shit, where have I been?" After a moment to think, she took her fingers and pointed at my last drawing, "Do you like that – when they do each other?" I could hear some reticence in her voice.

"What, watching them go at it? Heck, yes. It's hotter than hell, and I find it visually stimulating. Just thinking about it, I'm getting a woody." I glanced down my body, and I had started to develop a bulge. I rolled over before I embarrassed us by showing my erection to people walking the beach.

Ally said, "I didn't know they liked girls."

"Oh, I don't know that they like girls, but they like each other. By the way, I wouldn't mention that to your parents."

"Oh, no! This is just between us ... and them, I guess. Thank you for sharing."

I prodded, "So back to my original question, have you made love with a woman?"

Ally shook her head, "No, never. This sort of scares me, yet at the same time I find the idea very arousing."

I asked, "Could you see yourself getting it on with your sisters?"

A long silence prevailed between us. I eventually thought Ally had forgotten the question. She surprised me finally by responding. "My initial response would have been 'No,' but I stopped myself from saying that so I could think about it. Now, it'd be a definite 'Maybe.' Do you want me to show you the results of my thinking?"

Without thinking I said, "Sure."

Ally led me back to our blanket and we lay down. She rolled slightly onto her side away from me, and took one finger and ran it under the side of her bikini bottom, obviously into her slit. After a couple of seconds, the finger came out, and came to my face. The digit was soaked in girl juice, and moreover the aroma was tantalizing and inviting.

I took ahold of her hand and guided the finger closer to my nostrils so I could inhale her scent. I was really getting hard now. After a good sniff, I pulled the hand down, and took the soaked digit into my mouth, sucking off her cream. Delicious!

After I released her hand, I put my head down and tried to think of nonsexual things – baseball, getting an oil change on my car, and a report I had to prepare at work. I sensed Ally doing the same thing, except I knew I'd given her a lot to think about. I kept coming back to that erotic taste on my tongue of her pussy juice.

We had dinner at a seafood shack along the beach, and then drove home. I helped Ally carry some of her stuff up the steps into her apartment building, but I was double-parked and there were no parking spots in sight, even for a stickered vehicle as mine was. We shared a passionate kiss, I ran my finger around her breasts in a seductive manner, and then was gone.

Fran and Sheila were trying on some of their new clothing from their shopping trip when I got home. I regaled them of our day, particularly teasing Ally about group sex that involved one guy and three women. I made the event seem more humorous than it was, and it got us all in a good mood.

After a while I felt guilty, so I called Ally. "Hey, Allison, it's Steve. I've been thinking of you."

"I've been thinking of you too. Thank you for today."

"I want to apologize. I teased you without you maybe knowing it, and now I'm feeling guilty – all that talk about group sex and woman-on-woman stuff."

"Oh. Was that all a put on?"

"No, it was true, but I could have presented it a little more delicately than laying it out the way I did. I'm afraid I said some of the things the way I did for shock value."

"I wondered. It's OK. Maybe I needed to be shocked ... and maybe I'll need the same treatment in the future from all three of you. I can be pretty naïve at times. Until today, I'd thought about you and me making love, but I never really fit Fran and Sheila into the picture." 

After a brief silence, Ally added, "You know I love all three of you in my own way, particularly my sisters. I'd thought of sexual love with you, but not the sexual involvement with Fran and Sheila. Now, you've opened my horizons. Also, I have to admit I've watched the three of you when you'd come to the house. You're so happy, it's palpable; it rubs off on everyone. I really want to be part of what you've got going there. I'm willing to pull my weight and carry the burden of making your threesome a foursome, but I'll need your help where I'm screwing up. Please don't make me wait too long."

"Ally, I want to make sure ..."

She interrupted, "Oh, I know. You want to be sure about everything you've got and that I don't upset it. I get it. I'd worry about that too. I'm joyful ... ecstatic even ... that you're even considering me. I know it'll be weeks of dating and getting to know each other, and then figuring out how to fit me into your lives and your living space."

I caught the edge of little sob. 

Ally finished up, "I'll wait months for this – even years. It's the sweetest, most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I want to be part of it."

"Thank you," I said. "I think of it the same way, and now you understand why I want to move carefully. I won't string you along unnecessarily. When the time is right I think we'll all know. Certainly, some one of the three of us will pull you in then, and the others will know it's all right."

"Thank you, Steve. I do love you. Go make love to my sisters."

We hung up, and I followed Ally's instructions to the letter.

To be continued



Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 03



I had a most unusual set of relationships for the next eight weeks. I was dating Ally, doing similar things to what I'd done with her sisters up until that fateful Saturday night when The Discovery was made. I was also sleeping and making love with her sisters on a nightly basis. We proved to be an oversexed lot. I thought our sex would taper off as some of the NRE wore off, but if anything we got hornier and made love more often as we got more comfortable with each other and more spontaneous.

I had started to workout again, and after talking to my doctor I started to take some supplements that he thought would give me greater stamina and endurance in a sexual way. He laughed at my suggestions about Viagra or Cialis; he explained I didn't have the problem of ED that they solved. Anyway, after a month on that regime, I was pleasing Fran and Sheila more frequently.

The triad did their second and third monthly reviews about how we were doing at living together. We had a few minor suggestions here and there, but most of the things that bugged us we were addressing on the spot rather than waiting for the monthly sit down. We invited Ally to be present for our third meeting so she could see how we were running the triad. She was impressed and told us so after we broke up to go to dinner.

By the end of the third month living with Fran and Sheila, I had also progressed quite far in getting to know Ally, both intellectually and physically. I had succumbed to one of her world-record breaking blowjobs, and Fran was right, Ally should be in porn. I tried to duplicate her feat in a return match when I displayed my cunnilingus skills over an entire evening in her apartment.

So it was at the end of October, when we prepared for our fourth monthly 'How Goes It' meeting, that I talked to Sheila and Fran ahead of time. We unanimously and enthusiastically agreed that Ally should join us.

We'd invited Ally to be with us again for the relationship review meeting, and we also planned a little stage play just for her benefit. Ally arrived right a five-thirty on Friday as planned, and we sat around in a circle in the living room. As before, I sort of emceed the meeting asking what we all liked about the past month or more of living together, and what we'd change.

Fran picked up her role nicely, "I want to address something that needs changing. I think you two fuck too much." She pointed at Sheila and me. "Morning, noon, and night you always have your prick in her pussy - you're like fucking rabbits. I know she's a slut and loves cock, but why couldn't you at least share some dick with me. Maybe I should just go trolling on the street to see what strange cock I could find and bring him back here to show you what you two look like. Or, maybe I should talk to that lesbian couple upstairs; maybe one of them will come down while you're fucking and give me a few orgasms. One way or another though, things have got to change. I want my share of the orgasms around here."

Sheila spat at her sister, "Who're you calling a slut? You'd spread your legs for any two-bit tomboy that happened to walk by. I watched you do it in high school and college, and now you're wanting to do it again. Now, who's the slut? I was the goody-goody then so I deserve my share the cock being shared around this place. You have that huge collection of vibrators and dildos beside the bed, why don't you shove a couple of those up your cunt and jill off, Miss Holier Than Thou?"

I acted to calm the waters (as agreed), "Please let's not get into the argument about who's getting more sex. I thought we agreed to be spontaneous about when and with whom we made love. When I've been ready, Sheila just happens to have been available. How about the two of you kiss and make up?"

I cast a sideways glance at Ally. Her mouth was hanging open at the lengthy diatribes each sister made about the other. 

Sheila and Fran both stood up. Sheila said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "You want orgasms, you've got orgasms." She leaned forward and ripped the skirt off of Fran, and as Fran started to feign surprise also jerked her thong down her legs. As Fran tried to walk, the underwear impeded her stride; she fell backwards onto the sofa. 

Sheila had shed her skirt too, and was naked from the waist down. She moved next to Fran, tossed one leg over Fran's head and lowered her pussy to Fran's mouth, and she brought her mouth to Fran's cunt. The two started to munch on each other in a noisy but sexually satisfying way. The apparent anger of a moment ago had turned into an arousing sixty-nine.

Ally's jaw was dragging on the floor she was so astounded by what had happened in less than two minutes. 

I was rapping on the table, as a good moderator would do. "Ladies. Ladies. We have a meeting to conduct. Couldn't you do that later?"

Fran's voice rang out, "Oh, hell no, I'm almost there." She paused and added, "Will you get undressed and bring me some cock. This time I get your cum."

On that note, I stood and started to peel off my shirt and slacks. 

Ally stood and backed up almost all the way to the front door. I didn't want her to leave.

As the last of my clothing hit the floor, I turned to Ally, "Well, get out of those clothes. You're never going to fit into this foursome from today on, if you're dressed all the time."

The words took a moment to register. "Huh?" Some color came back in Ally's cheeks, "Did you mean that?" She panted in anticipation of what she hoped would be the words she wanted to hear.

I went and held her, my cock poking her in the side. I kissed her tenderly. "Ally, we want you with us all the time. Please don't leave from here on out. This is now your home ... with us. We were just play acting to get your attention. We want you."

Tears flowed down Ally's cheeks and she clutched onto me for dear life. "OH GOD! I'm so glad." She pulled away and looked at her sisters who were now sitting side by side on the sofa looking very pleased with themselves. Ally asked, "That was all an act, right?"

Fran and Sheila both nodded.

Ally laughed. "I actually believed that ... and then it just seemed incredulous that you'd say those things that way to each other. I've heard you be mad, but never like that."

Both rose and came to Ally. Each girl kissed Ally with a sense of love and passion.

Fran said, "Ally, you are a dear sister to us, and we want you to be more. We want you as a sister and as a lover. We want you to share in the joy we find with each other and the happiness we feel here in each other's arms and in each other's company."

Sheila continued, "I second that. I have so wanted to hold you and make love to you in a physical way since we started to think about this group situation. I know that'll be another leap for you, but all in good time. We love you dearly and I hope you'll be part of our family."

Ally was crying in joy. I had a few tears too. I hugged and kissed Ally, and then I started to laugh. I was naked. Fran and Sheila wore nothing from the waist down, and scant clothing on top.

I took Ally's hand. "May I make love to you?"

"OH GOD, YES," Ally practically shouted as she pushed deeper into my arms.

I winked at Fran and Sheila, and then led Ally to our bedroom. I removed her clothing in seconds, and after a modicum of foreplay I moved to really make love to her without hesitation, conditions, or reservations. 

Neither of us lasted very long before our orgasms claimed our bodies. We lay together with me still inside her quim, kissing and cooing words of love at each other. 

Fran's naked body snuggled in behind me, and Sheila spooned in behind Ally. I smiled at Ally and asked, "I bet you never felt a woman's breasts against your back, have you?"

Ally smiled back, "No, and it is something that will make this day so special the rest of my life." She looked over her shoulder at Sheila; "Thank you. I love you." She pulled one of Sheila's hands across her body so it could cup one of her breasts. I watched and felt her writhe in joy.

Sheila slithered down the bed, and I then felt her hand remove my flaccid member from Ally's pussy. Ally rolled onto her back, and Sheila started to feast on her pussy using both tongue and fingers. Fran left my side to join in the treats her sister offered. Ally started to moan, and after only a few minutes she came for the first time from sapphic attention to her sex.

Fran moved so she could kiss Ally, and the pair embraced, with Fran's hands rubbing and pinching at Ally's full breasts and nipples, as Sheila continued to lap and tongue her pussy. 

Ally told Fran, "You taste of pussy. I guess of my pussy. That sort of grosses me out, but at the same time ... my God, I'm so aroused that I never want any of you to stop making love to me."

After inducing another orgasm, Sheila came up to also kiss Ally. Fran and Sheila surrounded her with love. 

Ally asked, "Is Steve going to make love to you two tonight?"

Fran answered, "No, tonight is all about you and your pleasure. Consider it your initiation into our circle of love. After this, as we explained, we share as best we can. No one keeps score, except to say how they feel or express what they want from one of the others."

Ally leaned up and kissed Fran. "Thank you, dear sister. This is so decadent. I love it. I love you guys - all of you." She extended her arm past Fran to where I lay on the bed watching the trio.

I had been idly stroking myself as I watched the incestuous sapphic loving. I had hardened, so I offered my services. 

Ally said, "Oh, please. Can I be on top this time? I want to watch you cum, and be able to watch whatever my sisters are doing." She mounted me, and we slowly began the oscillations of our bodies that signaled our love and connection to each other.

Beside us, Fran and Sheila kissed and made out, their hands busy with each other's cunts. After a few minutes, the pair sixty-nined again, and we had a ringside seat as they brought pleasure to each other. I seen them before, so I knew they were putting on a sex show for the two of us, but I'd let Ally figure that out for herself.

After another round of orgasms, we went to dinner to celebrate our newest arrival. After dinner we came back home, I made love to Ally again as Fran and Sheila fucked each other with some of the toys. We then straightened out the bedding, turned out the light, and went to sleep. I held Ally in my arms. In the middle of the night, I slipped my cock into her quim again and slowly pumped another load into her about twenty minutes later, amid her groans and whispered words of love.





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Fran, Sheila, Ally, and I caucused for about one minute. I looked at each of them and said, "You set your own limits. If you are with someone you resonate with, it's fine with me if you make love with him. I know you'll come home with me, and my love for you will only increase."

Fran said, "I feel the same way. See what you can learn from someone new and bring it home to us." Sheila and Ally ratified that idea as well. Suddenly we had an open marriage, at least for that morning.

After some further class discussion and instruction, new partnerships were arranged, in part by eye contact across the room with nods and smiles. I ended with a pretty woman about my age named Cindy. She was a little embarrassed by the turn of events that morning, and I encouraged her to communicate her feelings to me as we went along, assuring her that I would stop or turn back from whatever we were doing at her slightest mention.

Cindy's husband ended with Sheila, and the pair went off to our hotel room, while Cindy and I adjourned to her hotel room. She was the mother of two, married for fifteen years, and an at-home housekeeper. We talked briefly about our philosophies on life and love, and then the reasons we were at the seminar. As we did we started to touch each other, staying within each other's personal space, and using loving voices as we'd been taught.

Soon, I had Cindy looking doe eyes at me, and I felt we'd crossed a threshold of some kind. She willingly bared her body to me, and I did the same for her. While she hadn't been sure about wanting to have intercourse with a stranger when we started, we both felt such pleasant and strong vibrations from each other once we were nude that we soon coupled and started to make Tantric love. 

I brought Cindy to a first orgasm only a couple of minutes after we started to fuck, but then the climaxes started to arrive, one after the other. I kept touching her and kissing and stroking her body as we'd been taught, keeping to a higher spiritual plane in my thinking - mind, body, and spirit. The more I interacted with her, the more passionate she became, and I was sure we were sharing some kind of peak experience for her.

Overall, Cindy and I made love for an hour before I jettisoned my cum into her body, just where she asked me to leave it. As we were supposed to do, we savored the afterglow of our union before dressing and returning to join the group again. Just as we were leaving her hotel room, Cindy pulled me into a passionate embrace, and told me that I'd surpassed any sexual experience she'd ever had, even with her husband. I assured her that I felt similarly, and that she'd taught me a few things I hadn't realized about life, love, and sex.

After everyone had returned, Roger talked about the natural attraction men and women have for each other, and how to manage our feelings to honor our regular partners. He talked about the confusing feelings we must have been feeling to go off with a relative stranger and then be intimate with them in some way. Each person in the class commented on what they'd felt and experienced.

Dee and Roger explained how in this setting, we set new boundaries for our partners that allowed new and unexpected behaviors, and now we had the option to further extend those boundaries or bring them back to where they'd been. A long discussion about open marriage and open relationships took place, although Fran, Sheila, Ally, and I listened more than contributed.

Many of the feelings expressed and emotions felt were raw and to the point. I felt good that Cindy's husband seemed to have a good time with Fran, and that he wasn't at all upset that Cindy had made love with me. I watched them carefully to be sure there were no hidden agenda items that might come up later. 

At the end of the morning, the workshop ended. Everybody hugged and kissed everyone else, and then we started to head for a late lunch and our checkout. 

"Excuse me, Steve - isn't it. Could you spare me a moment of your time?"

Kyle and Nancy Reddick, two of the others in the workshop, caught up to us in the hallway just outside the conference room we'd been using. Both were good-looking and only slightly older than me.

"Sure." The four of us paused.

Nancy blushed and said, "I was wondering if we could talk to you sometime ... all of you maybe ... about your group relationship. We have a situation emerging that ... well, it'll put us in a situation something like yours, with multiple partners, and we wanted to talk more with you about how you make it work."

Kyle nodded to reinforce her comments. He added, "We have another man and a couple we are about to partner with. We've been intimate, but are now talking about taking it up a notch, and maybe well live together and maybe we won't, but we need some guidance, or at least a role model."

"I'd be glad to give my viewpoint on any of that. We're pretty open about what we do and how we live." The girls had clustered around, and they too nodded to show they were open to participating with the couple.

Kyle thrust a business card into my hands. "I'm hoping you might have next weekend free. Come join us for lunch, all of you, we'll do a cookout and we can talk."

I looked at the girls. We purposefully kept our Saturdays open so we could be together. Each of the girls nodded, so I accepted the invitation.

To be continued

PS. Again, my thanks to German Dragon for his editing prowess. The errors that remain are mine for sure.



Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 04



Kyle and Nancy Reddick lived in Farborough, the town next to Dillon outside Boston. We figured we'd drive over to the girls' parent's home in Dillon after our meeting with the Reddicks. The couple met us at the front door before we had a chance to ring the bell, so we went inside amid the welcoming chatter, through the tastefully decorated home and onto the back patio. 

Another couple, Gale and Chip Dunn, also was introduced, along with a nicely dressed single man about my age named Aidan. We did polite talk on the patio while Kyle got the grill organized to do hamburgers and hot dogs for lunch. Nancy rushed a lot of covered dishes to a picnic table that had been extended to accommodate all of us by an old door laid flat on sawhorses. Fran, Sheila, and Ally moved to help Nancy, while the rest of us sat.

We got through lunch, and as our food settled Kyle started the ball rolling as he'd explained earlier. "First off, thank you so much for coming and talking with us. We're loaded with questions, and I even wrote some of mine down over the past week. If we ask you anything embarrassing, please feel free to tell us to skip that. We want to know about every aspect of your relationship, and ... well everything." He gave us all a sheepish grin.

Sheila asked, "Before you go on, could you tell us how you five got to where you are today?"

Lyle said, "Oh, sure. I hadn't thought of that. Nancy and I have been married for five years. We waited until we were past age thirty to wed, just so we'd have a little more maturity under our belts. We're both thirty five now."

Kyle continued, "I work with Gale. Nancy worked with Aidan for a while, but he changed jobs. Chip we met through Gale. We started to get together socially a couple of years ago, and each time we seemed to bond more tightly with one another. We liked each other without caring about the boundaries of the relationships.

Over the past few months we've allowed our friendships to take us in new and more intimate directions. For instance, Gale spent a couple of nights with me, while Nancy went with Chip and Aidan. Aidan also joined me with Gale one night. I must say the sex was great – truly transcending – and now that we have the Tantric class behind us we are introducing even greater sensitivities into our mix."

Fran observed, "It seems like you've already got things pretty well worked out."

Chip spoke, "Well, maybe. We're a little tentative about things, but more importantly we're talking about living together. We don't know anybody else that has done this except you four, and Kyle discovered that only last day of the Tantric sex workshop. We think living together could bring us even closer together, with more love and intimacy, but we also see some risks. We're also worried that the three men might over power the two women, if I can put it that way." He chuckled and added, "You have the opposite problem in some ways."

Nancy said, "To start with, maybe we could ask you how you four ended up together. I figured out over lunch that Fran and Sheila are sisters, right?"

Sheila laughed, "Right, sort of. The three women in our mix are sisters. Fran and I are stepsisters but for almost our entire life; I came with my Dad and Fran with our Mom. Our birthdays are about six months apart. Ally was born three years later after my Dad and stepmother married. They were still pretty young."

I stepped in, "I started to date two women from different jobs and with different personalities. I met each of them at different parties and started to romance both of them. I was still playing the field and not being exclusive. In hindsight, I was falling in love as we went along."

Fran said, "As Steve became more and more important in my life, I thought I should take him home to meet my family – my Mom, Stepdad – who I have always just called Dad, and my sisters Sheila and Ally. We drove out to Dillon to their home one Saturday evening for dinner. We'd just gotten inside the foyer of the home and were doing introductions when Sheila appeared from the kitchen. Steve about fainted."

I continued, "I figured out they were sisters or family members of some kind as soon as I saw them with their parents. Sheila looks like her Dad, and Fran like her mother. I suddenly realized I'd been dating sisters, plus I'd been brought home for the first important 'Meet My Parents' because we were getting more serious about each other. I had a similar dinner date with Sheila three days later. I about died."

Sheila said, "Fran and I were sort of upset at the discovery, but got over it pretty quickly that evening. Mom and Dad talked us through our initial hurt. When we realized that Steve didn't know our relationship, and that he'd never intended to hurt us, we mellowed out and saw some humor in the situation."

Fran confided, "So, that night, back at Steve's apartment we three made love for the first time. I think Steve was blown away making it with the two of us."

"I was." I gave my best Cheshire cat grin.

Fran went on, "We wanted to be in each other's company more and more, so at his suggestion about trying it, we moved in with Steve."

Ally spoke up, "I saw how loving and caring they were with one another – how in love. I wanted in on those relationships, so I asked to be included. Steve insisted that he date me for a while just as he had my sisters so we'd be sure my moving in wouldn't upset the balance of the triad they'd formed."

Nancy asked Ally, "Did you start having sex with Steve right away?"

Ally responded with a smile, "No, the bastard made me wait until the three of them decided I could be admitted to the fold. That was eight weeks of torture. We dated, made out, petted, and got intimate, but no sex until that time. Each time we met I fell more deeply in love with him, and the idea of living in a foursome arrangement.  I was also so horny by the time we made love I would've fucked a bedpost if he'd had one."

Kyle asked, "Steve, how do you satisfy three women? Are you superman?"

I laughed, "You'll have to ask the girls if they're satisfied. I know I am, and last week's Tantric class has helped immeasurably. I guess I'm young enough that keeping the first two happy wasn't a problem. Ally stretched my endurance and recovery time quite a bit. The new Tantric lessons now let us enjoy a night together where everyone has happy experiences, and I mean lots of orgasms."

Sheila spoke up, "I'll never get enough sex. Steve delivers way above the average for couples, and he's got three of us. He know other ways to deliver satisfaction too, plus he's so attentive and loving."

"What is it like living together?" Gale asked.

I started, "I love it. I love my partners, and want to spend every waking minute with them. At first, I was a little overtaken with two females moving into my small apartment. Fran and Sheila still take precautions not to spread their feminine touch over everything, but what they do did take some getting used to."

Sheila said, "None of us had ever lived with a man, so we were adjusting to. We'd often ask whether we could do something, like leave nylons drying over the shower bar. Steve put three separate and large medicine cabinets in the bath, and we can keep a lot of our cosmetics and girly stuff in there. We added some under counter shelves too, plus a new shelf up high in the shower for all our shampoos and conditioners. He also put double bars in the closets to hang our clothing."

Fran volunteered, "We keep our 'overflow' clothing in my old apartment, so we have offsite storage five blocks away. That'll change someday when we decide our foursome isn't something temporary. We wanted to wait six months."

Gale said, "Do you argue or get mad at each other? What stuff bothers you?"

Ally said, "I'm new to this, but as an outside observer what they or we do is interesting. Any little thing that is a bother is commented on immediately, before it becomes an issue. We also have monthly 'How Goes It?' meetings where we look back over the month or more and talk about what we like and what we'd like to change. It's all very constructive."

Aidan said, "Do you always have sex together, as a foursome?"

Fran responded, "No, maybe about eighty percent of the time. Sometimes one of us will be out and about when the mood strikes the others, or it'll be that time of the month, or we have a 'real' headache, so we'll opt out. If we feel things are getting out of balance in some way, we'll encourage Steve to bed the one of us coming up short on the scale. We do always sleep together, and we've gotten to a point where we don't have sex every night. It's only almost every night." She giggled at her revelation.

Fran continued, "Our libidos beat at different rates. I have yet to be unsatisfied in the sexual part of our relationship."

Ally added, "Me too."

I was learning a lot about my housemates.

Nancy asked in a shy voice, "This is sort of delicate, and I can understand if you want to duck the question, but are you guys kinky at all – I mean beyond being a foursome?"

Fran said, "Well, we're not into dom-sub stuff, nor bondage or sadomasochism, or some of the other kinks. Four of us having sex simultaneously is sort of kinky, isn't it? Anyway, we all agree on the extent of our sex games so far. We have a few toys we play with, girl toys. They add some spice to our playing."

Sheila volunteered, "We've started to do some role play, at least talking about various situations that lead to sex or particular kinds of sex. I can see we'll get into costumes in the near future, like a nurse or schoolgirl. We also use dirty talk a lot; we all get off on that."

Chip asked, "Do you think you'll add any more people to your circle, another guy maybe?"

The four of us were silent for a moment. I shrugged. I guess our silence answered the question. We'd never thought about it, but now the idea had been planted. I made note to raise the issue at home. Chip just accepted our silence and shrugs.

There were a bunch of questions about how we were handling finances, rent, groceries, tasks around the home, outside social contacts, job duties, preferences for various activities particularly on weekends, our thoughts about spirituality and relationships, our personalities, arguments, raising sensitive subjects, and how we saw the future. The questions came in a steady stream from each of them.

We left about five o'clock and drove over to the Henson's home for dinner there. We had made five new friends, and I know they had dozens of further questions to ask, but we ran out of time. I expected I'd hear from Lyle during the week with another invitation to get together.





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Lyle Reddick did call the next day as I predicted. He invited us out again the following weekend – rain or shine. I accepted. Sheila also arranged for us to drop in on her parents after our midday cookout.





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I whispered to her, "Too much? Want me to stop touching you?"

Jean moved away finally. She whispered, "Not one bit, and no, it's not too much; it's not nearly enough." She paused and added, "Careful, you'll give me some dreams that'll keep me awake and stimulated in an erotic way all night."

I allowed, "Me too; such lovely fantasies to dwell on. Maybe we should make them a reality someday soon." On that note, I hopped off the counter and strolled out of the kitchen just as Sheila and Ally came in to help serve the meal. I didn't look back to see the look on Jean's face.

I found Fran and Dave in the other room sitting tightly side-by-side on the sofa looking through a photo album. One of Fran's hands moved slowly up and down Dave's nearest thigh, often coming dangerously close to his groin. He had an arm around her shoulders, and was using a finger to stroke her opposite ear and neck – obvious erogenous zones, and areas I knew made Fran exceptionally horny and sexually responsive. I thought they made a cute tableau.

Without batting an eye, I said to them, "What's in the old album, anything a new boyfriend might be interested in seeing?"

Dave didn't miss a beat. He turned the album towards me. "Take a look. Here are pictures of Fran and Sheila back a few years when they were cheerleaders at Dillon High School. Ally's standing in a couple of them too."

I looked and was impressed with my girls. They were easy to spot, and each had that look of innocence and awe about the world to them. They were invincible. I think they're still that way, at least to me.

"That's cool. Sometime I'd like to scan some of their old photos onto my computer so we can recall them and share them."

Dave lit up, "That's a great idea. Maybe I'll do that. I could email them to you as well as their aunts and uncles when I am through. As you can tell, many of them predated the age of digital photography. Look at the front of the album."

I flipped to the first couple of pages. "Wow, this is Jean. Is she pregnant with Ally in these shots, because I see a young Sheila and Fran?"

"Excellent guess, and quite correct. I'm guessing when the photo was taken she had two or three more months before Ally was born. 

I studied the photographs. Jean was stunning even pregnant – especially pregnant – she was adorable and looked so loveable. I could easily have fallen in love with her then, as I felt warmth and compassion about her now. She'd truly only gotten better with age.

"Jean is beautiful."

"I've always thought so, but her first husband didn't think of her that way." Dave chortled.

"His loss, our gain."

From behind me, Jean's voice surprised me, "You guys can be my fan club. It's nice to hear you talk about me as beautiful in the present tense. I don't always see myself that way."

I pulled Jean to me as she came deeper into the room, "Yes, you're beautiful." I gestured to the photo album, "Maybe more today than back then. I love mature women, and that's why I love your daughters. They each have a genuine maturity about them that doesn't dampen their enthusiasm for life. They obviously get that from you."

Jean kissed me on the lips; however, it was a short peck of a kiss. "Oh, you are a flatterer. If I didn't know better, I'd think ... Well, you don't need to know what I think right now."

I gave her a peck on the cheek and a hug.

Sheila and Ally came into the room from the kitchen. "We're ready everybody."

The six of us sat down at the dinner table. Jean was at one end of the table and Dave at the other. I was to Jean's right. We'd just started to eat when I felt a bare foot rub up my left leg. I looked over at Jean and smiled benignly. On and off for the rest of the meal, we played footsie under the table. From the occasional looks I got, I think she was really getting off on the subtle game.

Dave and I did clean up, a relatively easy chore since most of the work involved rinsing dishes and putting them in a dishwasher. Dave packaged up the leftovers and put them in the refrigerator.

The girls and I got our coats and went to say goodbye. Jean jumped up from her chair and pulled me into a large hug right in front of Dave. Over her shoulder I gave him a 'What can I do about this?' look, but he didn't seem at all concerned. Just as we broke from our hug and goodbye kiss, I saw Fran repeating the goodbye gesture on Dave out of the corner of my eye. After her departing kiss, Ally and Sheila moved in for kisses, just not quite as sexually aggressive.

In the car on the way home, we compared notes. It turned out that there were two games of footsie being played at the dinner table, and other than the deep kisses and a couple of obtuse comments, nothing else was notable about the visit. We did laugh and speculate about the senior Hensons.

Ally stopped us cold with a supposition. "Do you think our parents are swingers, and that's why they're so open, and why they don't seem to care when they see each other making out with someone else? They even seemed to enjoy watching each other kiss Fran and Steve, although it was hard to read the looks on their faces, and they each warmed up to our coming back at them without much effort."

There was a long silence, and I could tell that Fran and Sheila were digesting that idea. After about a minute, Sheila recounted, "You know when I was a senior in high school, we were all out at parties or sleepovers, but I got to feeling bad and so I went home. When I banged around coming into the house, maybe around nine p.m., Mom, Dad, and Mr. and Mrs. Whitter were all upstairs in the master bedroom. By the time, I called up that I was home and got upstairs they were all standing around in the bedroom, and Mom was talking about redecorating or something like that. I blew off the whole thing ... except ... now that you mention it, the bed was a mess and Mom and Dad never leave the bed that way. I remember thinking it was odd, but I went to my room and went to bed."

Fran nodded, "I had a similar experience. When we were juniors the school had a power failure and they released all of us a couple of hours early. Sheila, I think you went off to be with your friend Jackie, and I went home. When I got there Mom and Hank Davis were there alone. Mom looked disheveled, and Mr. Davis wasn't wearing any socks, a point that bothered me for some reason. As I play that back that afternoon, I wonder ..."

We turned and looked at Ally. She said, "I have no stories about them, other than they loved to go out on weekend evenings with friends. Once or twice I can recall Mom or Dad staying over at one of their friend's homes when the other came back to tend to us, but that was rare, and there always seemed to be a good excuse. I made that speculation based on just what I saw this evening, but as we're talking I'm becoming a believer."

I said, "Couldn't one of you ask your mother. I mean they've made such a big statement to us – to me – over the past few weeks about being so open and freethinking about sex. I bet if one of you asked her, she'd give you the straight scoop."

Fran announced, "Next visit, I'm talking to Mom."





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 05



A sexy joining with new friends

The following Saturday we drove to the Dunn's home in Farborough. We were each anticipating a sexy evening, probably in our own way. I got off imagining a threesome with Nancy and Gale. Fran had already requested that she start with Lyle. Sheila would start with Chip, and Ally enthused about having the first crack at Aidan.

Sheila, Fran, and Ally had dressed to the nines and then gone a little over the top with makeup so they had a sophisticated but slutty look. I called them high priced escorts who were honoring their inner slut. Fran explained, "Well, don't sluts have indiscriminate sex? That's what we're going to do. I'm expecting we'll switch partners many times or even get double-teamed. I want to be a good little slut tonight. I want to fuck everybody - even Nancy and Gale."

I told the girls about a book I'd read a year or so earlier entitled The Ethical Slut. The authors write that in this liberated time and honoring sexual equality, a woman can choose exactly how she wants to live, and if that is having wild indiscriminate sex, then so be it. They all decided they were ethical sluts.

Chip and Gale met us at the door, and took our winter coats. For early December, I couldn't remember it being as cold as it was. The aroma of chocolate chip cookies wafted through the downstairs of the large modern colonial home. I gave Gale a particularly enthusiastic kiss and said, "Cookies! Cookies!" She laughed and led me into the kitchen where a large plate piled high with fresh baked cookies sat. 

"These are especially for you. Last week, you said they were your favorite."

"I'm deeply flattered that you remembered. I didn't know what you were preparing for dinner so I brought two bottles each of red and white wine. With so many of us - and a few cases of nerves, we'll probably drink them all." As I talked I wolfed down three cookies, and still felt I could eat a dozen or two more.

Gale gestured to the wine and chortled, "Dutch courage?"

"A little. The girls will probably need some too. I've never done anything like what I think is going to happen tonight. The closest was several months back when Fran, Sheila, and I got together for the first time the same night we discovered I was dating sisters and getting serious about each of them."

"Well, pour me a glass of the white, if you please. Glasses are on the sideboard in the dining room. The corkscrew is next to them."

As I walked into the nearby dining room, Lyle and Nancy arrived with Aidan. There was a lot of making out going on in the foyer with the girls. Nancy migrated over to me, and I got an exceptionally tasty French kiss that melted the soles of my shoes. Gale had come out too. I took drink orders and had used up two bottles of white wine before everyone seemed temporarily happy.

Gale served a buffet dinner, and the nine of us sat around the living room eating, drinking, and enjoying lively conversation. I found myself laughing to myself because not one person addressed the obvious gorilla in the room, namely the likelihood that after dinner we would match up with our new friends in interesting combinations to make love and enjoy the wiles of a sexual evening.

After dinner, the kitchen became a strictly feminine domain. Lyle, Chip, Aidan, and I sat near each other in the living room. I could hear hushed tones of intimate conversation coming from the kitchen, but couldn't make out anything but an occasional word or name.

I said to Lyle, "Is tonight going to be ... how can I put it ... an unusually exciting one for all of us?"

He broke into a smile and said, "I hope so. Nancy and I have talked about little else all week." Chip and Aidan nodded in agreement.

"I'm pretty naïve about things like this ... situations like this. Are we men supposed to start things or is it the women? What role should I have?"

I hadn't heard Nancy sneak up behind me. She covered my eyes with her hands and leaned down and kissed my ear. She said, "You have the role of lover and dominant male for starters with Gale and me."

The other women filtered into the living room. Each went to one of the men with a sexy wiggle of their hips, and without a word ended up sitting in their lap: Fran with Lyle, Sheila with Chip, and Ally with Aidan. Each girl initiated a hot kiss.

Gale circulated in the room and dimmed the lights before joining Nancy next to me so I could turn from side to side and kiss each of them, and kiss we did: hotter and with greater intensity than I was used to, even with my horny trio of women. I remember thinking that maybe we'd gotten too used to each other, and we'd tamed down our passion and lust because we lived together all the time. This evening would sure spice up our sex lives, and probably inject some new passion into our lives.

Nancy brought my hand to her blouse, and I realized immediately that she had unbuttoned the front of it and wore no bra. As I kissed her I reached in and massaged and kneaded her two beautiful assets. A minute later, Gale equaled her friend with an identical offer.

Gale whispered to me, "If you treat my breasts just the right way, I can orgasm."

I said, "Do you prefer it that way?"

"Actually, I prefer oral sex or good old fucking. Those orgasms are a lot better, but in the mean time, I'll take any orgasm I can get."

I turned the other way, "Nancy?"

"Me too. Oral sex and good old vaginal love do it for me. I'm not into rough stuff, but catch me on the right day and I might let you have my ass. Today is not one of those days though."

I said, "Neither are we into BDSM." I looked at my roommates to see what they were up to. Ally was already topless with Aidan sucking on her luxurious breasts. Fran and Sheila were nearly topless and both were struggling to shuck off their tops. The men were obviously excited and lusting for the interactions with their new partners.

I slid off the sofa onto the living room floor, maneuvering so I was between Nancy's legs. I gently pushed her knees apart, pushing her skirt up as I did. She had a lacy thong on. I leaned in and blew hot air into the gusset of the material as I ran my hands up and down her thighs and along the skin at the very edge of the thong. Nancy was very compliant.

As I started to tend to Nancy, Gale knelt next to her friend and I watched as the two shared one of the hottest kisses I'd ever seen. Gale glanced down at me and said, "When it's Nancy and me with the three men, we don't get a chance to play together ... and we are really good playmates. You don't mind do you?"

"I can see that and the two of you interacting turns me on a whole lot. Don't let me put a crimp in your style. I can be very content to watch too, and being in the minority in my circle I often do watch a little sapphic interplay."

"Oh, you are the bearer of such good news."

"Huh?"

"Nancy and I were wondering if Fran, Sheila, or Ally might be approachable for a little girl-on-girl action."

I volunteered, "They're not only approachable, they're hoping that later tonight the five of you could play together while the men watched." I got two broad smiles with that news.

I pulled Nancy's thong down her legs and tossed it aside. Next to me, I watched Gale similarly dispose of her boy shorts. I indicated to Gale that she should sit closer to Nancy.

I kissed my way up and down Nancy's thighs, going so far on a couple of excursions to go down to her feet and suck on each of her toes, wrapping my tongue around each of her daintily painted digits. I massaged her foot in the process and then changed legs. After that, I moved to Gale and repeated the massage and foot kisses, and then kissed up her thighs, stopping just short of her pussy.

Nancy pleaded with me, "Steve, please come and ... fuck me ... make love to me."

I ignored her plea, instead returning to my massage of her legs and lower extremities, kissing the entire area, but not stimulating anything important. My hands often roamed up to her breasts to feel her erect nipples and stimulate them. Gale received the same treatment until she too was panting, and urging me to get going.

Remembering what Gale had just told me about her breasts, I helped her lose her top, and then gently and romantically made lover to her nipples, yet continuing to excite her pussy with one hand and several of its fingers. Gale started to moan, and I found that motivating so I continued. I gestured for Nancy to lean in and suck on Gale's other breast. Less than a minute later, Gale moaned, and then slumped further down the sofa. I couldn't be sure then, but I assume she had some sort of orgasm.

Elsewhere in the room, various sexual games were in play. Ally was nude and had mounted Aidan's impressive cock and the pair was enjoying her movements as he suckled on her breasts. Sheila seemed to be giving one of her world-class blowjobs to Chip. Fran was receiving cunnilingus from Lyle. I guessed we were in full orgy mode now.

On my next journey near Gale and Nancy's pussies, I allowed my tongue to make glancing blows around their labia, particularly near their clits. When I was working on one girl, I would use my fingers to tease the other with exceptionally light touches. 

I kept fluttering my tongue on each girl, and as I did they each emitted more and more lubricating fluids with the most delicious aromas. They were both far beyond ready to fuck, but I had learned that anticipation can create intense lovemaking sessions. 

I flattened my tongue and laved it against Nancy's pussy, sweeping upward across her entire cleft. Nancy writhed and squirmed, and then in one immense groan she climaxed. "Ooooooh fuuuuuccccckkkkk." As I inserted three fingers into Nancy's quim, I quickly moved to Gale and repeated the tongue action with identical results. Both women now lay panting in small afterglows from the orgasms I'd brought to them orally.

As Gale floated down from her climax, I slid two fingers into her twat, twisting and turning. I added a third, and then a fourth, and then I folded my thumb in and wedged my entire hand into her quim. Gale peaked again, even higher this time. She emitted a high-pitched wail of joy and then collapsed after arching up from the sofa. 

I toyed with Nancy, however, she was tighter and so I didn't force my way inside her. Instead, I brought my tongue back into even more aggressive action as my right hand continued to toy with Gale's pussy.

Nancy moaned, "Oh, Steve. That feels so good ... don't ... stop."

After Nancy came again, I decided I needed some action. Elsewhere in the room, everyone was fucking in one position or another. I noticed that Chip and Lyle had changed places so that Sheila was with Lyle, and Fran with Chip. I felt a pang of jealousy that I tucked away to examine later.

My dick had become harder than a steel shaft. I adjusted Nancy's position on the sofa until her pussy hung over the edge, and then I slowly entered her from my kneeling position. I could tell from her breathing that she had another climax - a small one - as I bottomed out inside her. It was nice to know I had that effect on yet another woman.

I made small gestures of motion by way of my hips and Nancy started to rise to meet me. I allowed my hands to toy with her breasts. Gale leaned in and sucked on Nancy's nearest tit. 

I pulled out all the stops from what I'd learned in the Tantric sex class, and from my reading. I carefully touched various places on Nancy's torso, neck, and head, often leaning in and kissing somewhere to test the response she had. In the meantime, I varied my pace and depth as we fucked. 

When the time seemed right, and Nancy was building to another climax, I slid my left hand under her butt, wedging a finger in the crack of her ass. With my other hand, I slapped at her pussy, and then her breast until her nipple was white with passion. I drove a finger into Nancy's ass, kissed her with Renéwed passion, and pushed and stroked six places on her torso near her sides and breasts, and then her neck. I put my hand on her neck as though I would choke her, only I didn't. It was a macho move, but it worked.

Nancy climaxed hard - very hard - very very hard. Her back arched and she pressed up into my downstrokes in a nearly impossible way. I came too, my seed shooting deep inside her as I pounded the last few strokes into her.

On my third jet of cum into her body, Nancy's eyes rolled up into her head, her eyelids closed, her body went limp, and she fainted from the extreme pleasure of the peak orgasm she felt. I was amazed. I made sure she was breathing all right, and then made her comfortable on the sofa.

Gale said, "Is she all right?" She had a touch of awe in her voice.

"Yes, and if you stroke me a little I'll be ready to do the same to you - and you'll love it."

Gale stroked my cock as I toyed with her breasts again, and kissed her with a mix of tender and passionate kisses. In two minutes I'd recovered and drove my cock into her sweet and luscious cunt. I fingered her clit for a couple of minutes, moved a hand to her ass, slapped in the right places, kissed her, and stroked the key erogenous zones. 

Gale came right on cue, arching into my downward thrusts the same way Nancy had, feeling a tremendous peak of pleasure, and then blacking out.

I pulled away from both women and stood, getting circulation back into my legs since I'd been kneeling for so long.

Lyle looked over, "Holy shit. What'd you do to them?"

"La petite mort. The little death is an orgasm so intense and so pleasurable that your body and brain can't handle that much pleasure all at once. You black out. You faint. They're both fine and should come around any second."

Prophetically, Nancy's eyes fluttered open at that point. She was panting from the orgasm she ended a few minutes earlier. Nancy looked up at me with an awestruck gaze, "You ... you ... you gave me the most intense orgasm of my life. I'm orgasmic and I have orgasms almost every day, but ... well ... nothing like what you just did to me."

Nancy looked at Gale's sleeping form beside her. "Did you do her too?"

I nodded.

"My God, you're every woman's dream. Even after I blacked out I think I was still feeling the orgasm of all orgasms. The clit on my clit on my clit even had a climax. You made my whole body vibrate. From now on I'm going to refer to what you just did as 'The Big Steve Experience. Absolutely fabulous."

I moved to sit beside her, and Nancy pulled me into another hot kiss, not as full of passion but it communicated her feelings. She whispered to me, "I will never forget what you just did to me."

Gale stirred beside us. Nancy maneuvered Gale so she was lying across her lap and she could stroke her front and breasts. Gale's eyes opened and her whole body jerked. She had a similar reaction to Nancy, heaping praise on me for my sexual prowess, and affirming that I'd done something truly monumental in her life.

Lyle had been watching us as he made love to Fran. He smiled at me as he took his pleasure, and then returned his full focus on Fran. 

By the end of the evening, I'd given Nancy about ten orgasms and Gale about seven. I'd had three, but I'd also had a few more climaxes where I didn't ejaculate just the way the Tantric sex we'd been taught was meant to be once in a while. I was still rarin' to go, but I tempered my libido for the moment.

One by one the other couples finished their lovemaking. Chip circulated through the large living room filling people's wine glasses, and bringing out cold bottled water for us. Several of us just went with water, apparently understanding that alcohol suppressed the body's response system and sometimes impeded sexual performance. I knew I'd be driving home too, and getting a DUI was not on my list of desired accomplishments.

Slowly, the banter and conversations started and people started to mill about the room and downstairs, several making trips to the bathroom including Nancy and Gale.

Sheila came and sat in my lap as I rested on the sofa. She spoke in a near whisper, "You OK? Having fun?"

I nodded and asked, "You?"

She allowed that she was with a vigorous shake of her head, "Feels a little strange still, but I've never been in a situation like this. I read some stories about things like this on Literotica. I do think everybody should have an experience like this. I already know I'll want to do it again."

I said, "I think you'll digest all this over the next day or so, and then form a better opinion. This situation could be so mind blowing for some people I bet they can't evaluate it when it's ongoing."

Sheila nodded. "I love you, you know. Don't forget that as you wonder what's going on in my head. I love you dearly." With that pronouncement, she rose and went off to the kitchen or bathroom.

Seconds later, Ally found my lap. I got an immediate kiss. She whispered, "You're a much better lover than Aidan, but he's a good student as I told him how to treat me. You understand a woman's body intuitively. I think that's why you were able to bring such earth-shattering orgasms and la petite morts to Nancy and Gale."

Lyle approached us, "Steve, I have a favor to ask."

"Sure. Go ahead."

"You worked some magic on Gale and my wife. I wonder if you'd do a demonstration for the rest of us about how you approach lovemaking and how you can create such wonderful experiences for a woman. Chip and I would like to learn how to give 'The Big Steve Experience' to women - special women we care about."

"Errr, I guess I could. With everyone focused on me though I might be a little shy and lack something in terms of performance."

Lyle said, "Oh, I'd be the same way and I understand. Nancy has never cum like that her entire life, and I thought I'd brought her to some pretty high peaks. You gave her an experience she'll never forget and that I'm wanting to duplicate for her ... and for Gale too. I know we had that Tantric class, but it's like you leaped ahead to have a Ph.D. in the subject, and I'm still back in high school."

"Oh, don't sell yourself short. Let's see what I can do in another few minutes. The instructor needs to rest and get ready."

When everyone was back in the room Lyle announced that I would be demonstrating some lovemaking techniques and maybe la petite mort. I looked to the five women to see who wanted to be a partner, and all of them leaned forward and made eye contact. I had never worked la petite mort on my three girls, so I picked Sheila. She was often the most sensitive and responsive to my advances and techniques when we were together.

I stood and walked over to where Sheila stood. I embraced her in a surrounding hug, and said, "Will you be my partner for a while. I love you very much and want to bring you pleasure and happiness."

"Oh, yes."

"Are you willing to open your heart, your body, and your mind to me and to the energy that we will share in our lovemaking?"

"Oh, God, yes."

"Do you believe that love is the highest form of energy in the universe, and that I freely and openly share my love with you?"

"I do, and I share mine with you in full measure." Sheila almost had tears of happiness in her eyes as she spoke. The tremor in her voice was unmistakable.

We sat on the sofa and for the next fifty minutes I made love to Sheila. I wasn't the only person in the room putting on a show, everyone was, but they also kept checking in with me to see what I was doing, listening to the words I spoke, and gaging the touches and tongue action, right along with the lovemaking.

Aidan was with Fran, Chip with Nancy and Ally, and Lyle with Gale. Each couple or group in Chip's case stayed up with me as I worked Sheila into the highest sexually excited state I'd ever seen her in.

Sheila proved to be the perfect test subject. Every little thing I did to her she responded to almost in an amplified way. Part way through she allowed as how Lyle and Chip had wound up her erotic feelings earlier in the night, plus she liked being an exhibitionist and having people watch her fucking.




Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 05



I didn't talk much, but I was developing a mental checklist in my mind to come back to when I debriefed my audience. When I got to the time for la petite mort, I realized that I had arrived at a hyper-excited state too. I needed to cum, to blast my seed deep into Sheila and consummate our relationship for another day.

As I felt the surges deep in my body, I started the same steps I'd used earlier on Gale and Nancy. I kept count and there were a dozen carefully orchestrated steps. Pussy, clit, ass, breasts, neck, sides, lips, G-spot were all touched and re-touched in a major way within seconds of each other or simultaneously. 

Sheila started to cling to me as though I were the last life preserver in a turbulent sea. She looked at me with large doe eyes, obviously desperate for release. I felt her insides twitch and clench around my organ, and then her vaginal muscles started to vibrate and spasm in an intense way I'd never felt. As I started to hose down her insides with my cum, Sheila looked at me with a pleading look that the pleasure she felt would never stop. She'd crested perfectly ... and then she went limp and blacked out.

I heard gasps around me in the room. Several people muttered the term 'The Big Steve Experience,' and I had to be sure not to let that go to my head.

I completed the last of my orgasmic surges of semen into Sheila's tightness before I extracted. In that time, the vibrations and spasms of her cunt continued, slowed, and stopped. I moved beside Sheila and held her close to me, enveloped in my arms with the energy of love permeating our space.

About two or three minutes went by. Several other climaxes occurred around the room but no one blacked out. Sheila's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me with genuine awe.

"Oh, God, Steve, that was ... the most ... pleasure I've ever had in one dose. Thank you." She turned her head in my lap and kissed my chest. After a minute I helped her sit up.

Sheila muttered, "I fought it. I kept telling myself I wouldn't faint and that I couldn't possibly experience that much pleasure. I was so wrong. When it came, I didn't want it to stop. You ... you were ... magnificent." We kissed again.

One by one, each of the other couples finished, savored their afterglows and then visibly and consciously rejoined the rest of us in the room.

Lyle said, "Steve, you are a master." A couple of others in the circle nodded in agreement. I think I blushed.

He continued, "I realize how much the foreplay had to do with the finished result, and then you were so careful - protective almost - of Sheila and I could tell she felt that loving energy from you."

I agreed, "You have to realize that lovemaking is about an energy exchange between the two or three or four of you, and that love is the most powerful energy. Towards the end of our session, and my time with Nancy and Gale, all I did was upload my love and energy to them. In their case, they peaked like never before and then moved to an unconscious state of mind to enjoy the feelings and sensations in a deeper dimension."

Sheila said, "Well, whatever you did it worked. I've never had an orgasm like that. You've been holding out on us." Fran and Ally both made comments to the same effect.

In response to a question from Lyle, I enumerated the steps I'd recalled in my general lovemaking, and specifically in bringing Sheila to her peak climax. I knew he wanted to take notes and memorize the process, but I didn't think it was that mechanical. A lot depended on your partner, their erogenous zones, their sexual frenzy, and more.

Chip surprised all of us, even the friends in his group of five, by inviting us to come outside on the chilly night and slip into a six-man hot tub. He sized us all up and commented that we all might fit if the women sat on out laps.

Somehow, we fit the nine of us into the tub, water sloshing over the sides as the last of us submerged. We were laughing at our antics to get everyone in the spa. Gale, Fran, and Ally were stretched out across multiple laps as the warm water bubbled around us. I had to resist the urge to diddle Gale to another climax, and did indeed resist until Ally enjoyed a notable crest that Aidan had delivered to her with his fingers. Gale was then next to bask in a further climax from my fingers. She kissed me passionately after the peak had passed.

Other than commenting on the great feel of the hot tub, only a few words of praise were expressed about the previous hours. When the skin on our fingers started to ripple, we all got out of the hot tub, dried off, and ran into the house.

The girls and I dressed, kissed everyone goodbye, pledged we'd see them all again soon, and we drove home. We crashed into bed with pleasant memories of a fascinating and exciting night.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 05



I said, "This will be good dinner table conversation. Let's eat." I made everyone break up laughing, but somehow dinner did get to the table, and we started to eat.

Ally wasn't one to forget what she'd asked. She probed again.

I said, "Let me start by saying that I had a supposition that your parents wanted to make love to us. They wanted to change their relationship with us from 'children' to 'lovers,' and in the process love us in new and more interesting ways."

I looked to Sheila, Fran, and Ally, and each nodded as though to confirm what I'd said. Dave sat with his fork in mid-air and his mouth hanging open at what had just been agreed and confirmed.

I continued, "Jean and I would like to make love too, but for weeks we seem to be hung up in the teasing and foreplay stages of making something happen. I asked Jean if something needed to happen to jump the next hurdle."

Jean volunteered, "And I said that would be nice. We're all pussyfooting around, so to speak, and probably hung up on the various labels that might get applied. When Steve and I make love we don't worry about those labels because there is no other relationship, but that's not the case with Dave and you girls. He wants to be absolutely sure, and I'm sure you do too. Incest should not be entered into lightly. There are huge stigmas with such an act, particularly between a parent and child. Even as adult children, the image that would get portrayed would be of an ogre imposing his will on weak children."

The girls saw the point. I went on, "Anyway, as part of our discussion I worried about your parent's marriage, and if it would be all right if we were all intimate together."

Jean chuckled, "And I explained to Steve, and then Fran, that the two of us have been swingers since we met, and that's how we met. The story we told each of you about us meeting on a blind date was a fabrication I'm sorry to admit. We were both at a swingers' party, made love to each other, and found an additional spark worth pursuing in each other. I've never regretted any of our decisions along the way."

Dave, Ally, and Sheila had their forks in mid-air and their mouths hanging open.

Fran rose and walked down the table to Dave. She leaned in and kissed him. "I can't think of a nicer person to have another relationship with than you. You've shaped me and molded all of us to be who we are today and I think you did a great job. If you're willing to change our relationship from best friends and relatives to lovers, I welcome the idea. I've always loved you, and I'm ready to change the form of that love to something physical and more beautiful for the two of us."

Sheila and Ally both reached to each of Dave's hands and said, "Include us in that too."

Ally turned to Jean and then Dave and said, "And, don't worry about the labels. We understand and won't go broadcasting what's going on around the world."

Dave sputtered and stammered trying to piece a coherent sentence together. He was overtaken with the turn of events, but obviously pleased. "This is a dream, and I know I'll wake up soon." He shook his head in disbelief. "I am ready, and I won't tell you how long I've had dreams and thoughts about each of you, but it's been a long time."

Jean chuckled, "Oh, yes. When I wanted to tease him, I would dress up in some of your clothing, like your cheerleader outfits, and then do a little 'Oh, Daddy, please fuck me' routine for him. I could really get him turned on and harder than rock."

As Fran sat down, she laughingly said, "I wonder if that's T.M.I."

Ally said, "So, please tell us about swinging." She looked at me and winked. I think she wondered if I'd said anything about the party we'd gone to the weekend before with the Reddicks, Dunns, and Aidan. I shook my head so she knew I hadn't said anything - yet.

*****

To be continued

My thanks to Germandragon for his editing assistance. 



Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 06



How the girls' parents started swinging; incest starts

Sitting around the dinner table, the girls had just asked their mom and dad how they got started in swinging, and how the really met many years earlier. The question came on the heels of the confession by their parents that they had been involved with others for well over two decades. Jean indicated that her husband should start with his account of things, and that she'd follow.

Dave's Story (From the point of view of the Fran, Sheila, and Ally's father)

"I had just turned twenty four, I had a one-year old child, Sheila, and a freshly signed divorce decree. My ex-wife had decided after two years of marriage that the institution was too constrictive; she wanted her freedom. Later, she admitted that she wanted to screw around with some friends and didn't want to feel the guilt from our vows. I was unbelievably naïve at the time, so I went with the flow and we ended the marriage. Gwen went on to become the town slut, and we even kept screwing around after we separated."

"My friend Tommy Homdel cornered me one Friday as I got off work. I recall it was the first warm night of summer. 'Dave, old buddy, I need you to do something with me this weekend that I promise you won't regret.'"

"What's that?" I said.

"I've been invited to a swingers' party and I don't want to go alone. I won't know anybody there other than the one gal that invited me. You'd think that'd be enough, but I want a wingman. It starts tonight and ends Sunday at noon."

"Swingers?"

"Tommy told me bluntly, 'It's a fuck fest. Sonja, the girl that invited me, promised there will be more chicks than guys, and I think just about everybody is single. You're ideal, and this would help you get back on the dating circuit.'"

"Tommy was persuasive, but by then I hadn't been laid for a month and the idea of an idle fuck sounded pretty good. I said I'd go, but only after he promised to cover the admission fee of fifty dollars to defray the cost of booze, food, and condoms."

"I laughed later. It was the best fifty dollars Tommy spent on me. We were no sooner in the door, than I met Sonja. She latched onto me, and we were screwing ten minutes later. Heck, all around us, people were screwing or girls were doing each other. My mind clogged up, but I realized I'd better pace myself since this was an all-weekend party. I worked to bring Sonja to a happy place, and then we ended our liaison for the time being."

"My pecker was standing out straight and coated in her juices. I realized we'd gone bare back. Around the various rooms in this house were bowls full of condoms. I parked my clothing in a safe spot, and went looking for something to drink and that's when I met Jean."

Jean's Story (From the girls' mother)

"I was standing by a long table that served as an open bar, mostly beer and wine. This handsome guy walks up next to me; only his dick arrived about a minute or so before he did. We were both naked, and had both come fresh from fucking. I looked up from his impressive equipment, wet from Sonja's pussy, and fell in love as soon as I looked into his eyes. I knew, just knew we were destined to be together."

"Dave nodded to me and introduced himself. I tried to play coy, but Dave didn't do shy and helpless female. After he got his glass of wine, he walked away and I lost him. I got propositioned and went off with another guy. I think I had another fuck after that, and then I was back at the bar and the food table for some nourishment and to replenish body fluids."

"Dave was there again, only this time, he was ... well, let's say not ready for action. I said hello, and this time decided not to play coy. I asked him if he wanted to get together. In those few seconds he looked deep into my eyes. There was a long silence between us, almost as though we were connecting on some ethereal level or soul mate level."

"After our silence, he brought tears to my eyes. He said, "I don't think I've ever wanted anything more in my life." We moved to each other and kissed, our nude bodies pressing together. It was so exciting."

"We hung out together for a while, even went and sat on a front porch swing watching the cars go by, although we were in the shadows and completely naked. We snacked together and finished our drinks, and then we went off and found a bedroom and made love - and, oh, it was love. L. O. V. E. Love in big capital letters."

"By the time we finished, it was well past midnight. The house had gotten amazingly quiet. I think many people had coupled up for the night, and I know a few left to come back the next day. Anyway, Dave and I slept in each other's arms that night."

"I'd gotten my divorce decree in the week before. Fran was with her father for the weekend, the same way Sheila was with Gwen. I felt like I was free and available for the first time in over two years. I'd resolved to get myself fucked eight ways from Sunday at the party to make up for years of abuse and a long dry spell after things in my first marriage really went bad. A friend heard my wish and invited me to the party, and I was doing pretty well on making good on the promises I'd made myself up and dressed to become Super-Slut for the night."

"The next morning, we got up and both of us helped prepare a large breakfast for everyone in the house. People were there in all sorts of dress from nude to coat and tie. It was surreal."

"I was standing around after breakfast talking to Dave when a guy I didn't know came and asked me to go off with him for some 'morning fun.' Dave seemed to know the man, Tommy Homdel, and he urged me to go play, and so I did. I learned later that at the same time Dave had some fun with two women who wanted to play in a threesome."

"I had a couple of other liaisons, and then in mid-afternoon I found Dave again. It turned out he'd been looking for me. I was so flattered. He asked if we could exchange phone numbers because he wanted to ask me on a date sometime very soon. I told him I'd love to go with him, and we traded little slips of paper with numbers. I watched while he went and tucked the paper into his shirt pocket. Of course, we were still naked at the time."

Dave and I talked some more, and then agreed that we'd continue to have fun with others at the party, but meet up around ten o'clock that evening to make love and sleep together again, and so that's what we did. I remember reminding him to save something for me, and he promised. I guess you have a lot of stamina at age twenty four, because when we got together he made love to me twice, and then again in the middle of the night."

"I moved in with Dave a week later after we'd spent every week night in each other's arms. I think we both just knew we were destined for each other as soon as we met. Dave even had to care for Sheila that week, but that gave me a chance to see how caring and tender he could be. This was the guy for me, and he could make love like Casanova. Of course, we talked about what our life together would be like, especially with me bringing another baby into our midst."

"Going to that party set the stage for our dating, courtship, and marriage. We never gave up swinging. We liked the occasional variety and the fun of 'strange.' Those parties went on every month, and in those days it was rare that we missed one. I even met Dave's ex-wife Gwen at one of them. I'd come to think of her as an ogre, but she was a nice woman and we hit it off. That was good, because as Dave and I got closer and then married, she and I had to interact to handoff Sheila for various events or time with the other parent. Heck, we even team up and do Dave just for fun. We still see her from time to time, and many times she's spent the night in our bed."

"We developed some good friends in the area from those parties, people that we came to love and spend a lot of time with over the years. We'd bow out now and then for various reasons, for instance, when I got well into my pregnancy with Ally and then her first year, but we were drawn back in by the lifestyle." 

"Now that we're older we continue but with friends closer to our own age, some of the same people that were at that swing party we met at are still involved plus new ones. We've gotten chunkier, a few have potbellies, things are sagging and drooping, and our performance often leaves something to be wished for. We still have fun. The parties are still monthly. In between we often get together with some of our dear friends - just one or two couples at a time. It's less hectic this way."

* * * * *

Back to Steve Telling His Story

Fran, Sheila, Ally, and I had paid rapt attention as the two older Henson's regaled us over dinner about how they met and their swinging adventures. I was spellbound, yet also found their descriptions arousing when I thought of what the parties they'd gone to were like.

In an aside with Fran, I whispered, "Should we tell them about last weekend?"

She nodded enthusiastically. I think Sheila understood my aside with Fran, and she winked at me and gave me an OK sign. I hoped Ally wouldn't mind.

After Dave and Jean had finished talking, I started slowly. "Well, maybe we have something to share about our last weekend."

Dave and Jean both perked up.

"We participated in a swing party too, of sorts. We've told you about the friends we met at our Tantric Love weekend, well they were friends with another couple and a nice single man, and last weekend we ... swung ... with them for an evening." I still didn't like the words swap or swing, but I couldn't think of anything different.

Fran interjected, "Steve connected with Nancy and Gale, and the three of us made it with Lyle, Chip, and Aidan. We even traded around during the evening so we each got time with each of the men."

Jean leaned forward and asked in an eager tone, "Did you girls like it?"

A chorus of "Yes" rang out in the room from the girls, followed by peals of laughter at the uniform response.

Jean said, "Well, then I feel much better about the slow seductions that we've been perpetrating on one another over the past couple of months. I bet this makes my husband think better of doing something with you girls." She winked at Dave.

Dave nodded. "I don't want to see any animus result from something we'd do. Could we all agree to be very communicative if any of you feel something is amiss? Anything at all."

All our heads nodded.

We cleaned up dinner and put away everything. Dave then called us together and he sounded serious. We stood in a circle holding hands as he spoke. "I just want to wax eloquent for a second at this turning point in our relationship. Prior to tonight we have touched each other in traditional and expected ways that have made us each special to each other. We have lots of labels for the roles we've played in each other's lives. Tonight we will change the fundamentals of our interaction, a change we can't reverse. We will become lovers, a new label. Before when I said, 'I love you' it was in familial way, but now that love will expand to include many new dimensions. I open my arms to hold you each in my heart forever in all the ways I possibly can."

We all turned and hugged each other.

Jean pulled me up the stairs of the New England colonial home, leading me to the guest room. She explained, "We have the only king-size bed; Dave and the girls will need that space." 

Jean started to shut the door; I said, "Leave it open. There are no secrets between the girls and me - us. If one of them wants to join us, I want them to feel they can."

Jean looked at me as though I was a sage. She said, "You, my love, are a very wise man."

She flowed into my arms and we kissed. As we did I was aware of the girls and Dave moving down the hall to the master bedroom.

Jean and I made love three times over the next two hours. I surprised her with a third round, something she wasn't used to. She was as lovely to make love to as any of her daughters, perhaps a tad more zealous to be sure. I knew that she still carried her youthful enthusiasm for the sex act. As we went along, I learned her hotspots, those places on her body that turned her on, that made her writhe, and that made her pussy vibrate. The longer we went, the higher up the sexual excitement scale I took her, and then I made sure to take her over the edge with a well-orchestrated orgasm she later referred to as 'The Big One.' I joined her on that one filling her core with my man juice.

When we were through Fran and Ally were in the doorway smiling. Jean got embarrassed and buried her head in my chest. We were still connected.

Fran said in a voice tinged with laughter, "That loud scream could have meant murder. We just came to check things out and to see what we should tell the police when they get here. You having fun ... Mom?"

From my chest came a muffled, "Yes, dear. Do you realize you have a Greek god for a boyfriend - an Adonis? Don't ever lose this one, he understands a woman's body unlike most men - maybe any man I've certainly made love with - even your father."

Fran spooned in behind her mother and kissed her shoulder. She said, "Someday, we'll have to see if mother-daughter sex is as much fun as some of the other kinds of incest this family enjoys. We're still having fun in the other room if you want to come and join us."

I rolled onto my back, pulling Jean along until she was stretched out on top of me. I remained embedded in her pussy. I said, "Shall we go peek?"

She nodded enthusiastically with a wicked smile.

We got up and tiptoed down the hall. Dave was fucking Sheila in the missionary position. Next to him, Ally sat in provocative way, saying sexy and dirty things to him to urge him on. Fran saw us and motioned us closer to the bed. She held up two fingers to indicate that this was round two.

I gestured at each of the three, and Fran nodded. Dave had an opportunity to fuck each of them. Later, I'd get the skinny on that.

Jean said, "Oh, dear. I'm leaking. I didn't realize how ... prolific you were with your man juice."

Ally gestured her over to the bed, "Then come lie down right here. I know just the thing to help with that problem." She smoothed the sheet next to her father and Sheila.

Jean tentatively went and lay down. Ally immediately got between her mother's legs and started to lap and suck out the cum I'd deposited in Jean. In the process, Ally made talented use of her fingers, lips, and tongue, and Jean had another orgasm. I expected Jean to be grossed out a little at Ally's behavior, but she didn't blink an eye other than to move around to accommodate her daughter's fetish. I found out later that this wasn't the first time a woman had done this to Jean, and she admitted she'd helped clean up many of her friends over the years in the same way.

The scene was too much for Dave, however, who had tuned into what his wife and daughter were doing. He accelerated his pumping in Sheila until his body became a blur, he was moving so fast. They both came in a gorgeous fireworks display of pleasure and sounds of joyous moans. Sheila pulled him down atop her body in their afterglows and the pair kissed with new passion. Dave rolled off of her next to Jean and then they kissed as he stroked his wife's breasts. Both Sheila and Dave continued to pant for five minutes.

I was sure from the looks, words, and actions that we had totally tired out the two older Hensons. For that matter, I was tired too. I went back to the guest room and got into bed. A few minutes later, Jean slid her nude body next to mine. She moved so I was spooned behind her with my arms wrapped around her. Jean reached behind her and fondled my cock until it became hard again. I put the entire shaft into her body, kissed her, and we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke in the middle of the night sandwiched between two pretty women: Jean and Ally. After a trip to the bathroom, I slid back between the two of them and went right back to sleep. I remember expressing gratitude to the universe for my life and the people I loved.

I expected some awkwardness in the morning, but there was none. Dave and Jean were up before any of the rest of us, and breakfast was well underway. Jean had whipped up eggs benedict for us, and the entire brunch was 'A' rated.

The only outward sign of the intimacy that had taken place the night before was more touching and little kisses of affection. Those came in all directions and from every person. I felt as though we'd broken down a barrier to express our kinder and more loving emotions. After our late brunch we packed up the car and headed back to my Cambridge apartment.

* * * * *

I wondered what the future would be like with the Hensons and with the Fabulous 5 we'd hooked up with a week earlier. I loved the sex, the intimacy, and the feeling of love from the women I'd been with. What bothered me were the few pangs of jealousy I felt when I knew Fran, Sheila, or Ally were fucking another man, even when it was their father.

I went on the Internet and started to search on jealousy, trying to analyze the baser feelings I'd had during both encounters, although I didn't feel too challenged by the girls' father, Dave. That research led me to several sites that talked about polyamory. I began to form some new behaviors and opinions about some of what we'd been doing. To cement a new way of thinking, and thus change how I thought about things, I decided I needed a set of principles to live by and to use to judge various situations. Thus, one afternoon I started writing the things that I felt were important to me.

There were a number of tenets to my emerging philosophy, and I knew it was mishmash of thoughts:

1.Jealousy is mostly a learned response; it can be unlearned by focusing on other higher and more enjoyable emotions.

2.Compersion is the opposite of jealousy - it is the love and pleasure we feel when others whom we love feel love and pleasure (even them having sex) from someone else. This is my goal.

3.You can love more than one person at a time. If I give my love freely, I will get the same in return times ten.

4.Society has us suppress our sexuality, but there is a lot to our sexuality to share. Be open to sharing.

5.Our boundaries (what we'll do or not do) are flexible, and change over time. Sometimes without our awaRenéss. Learn my boundaries, and consciously think about moving or removing them.

6.The future does not need to replicate the past. Find new ways to do the old.

7.We have a need for variety - variety in our sexual and relationship needs.

8.The best relationships are based on trust, respect, honesty, equality, openness and transparency, and of course love. Instill these traits in my interactions.

9.The best approach is not to own someone. Be non-possessive. 

10.The deepest relationships are based on comfort and sharing of the partners' emotional, spiritual, intellectual, and physical selves, including sexual beliefs, practices, and kinks. Help people find their spiritual path, and they'll return the favor.

11.There is no normal. When someone tries to get you to adopt a behavior norm, they are trying to get you to adopt their beliefs about love, relationships, and sex. Their beliefs don't have to be yours.

12.Consenting adults can do whatever they like about love, relationships and sex.

I had some fine print on some of the points but these were the major points I grappled with during the week. The more I thought about and tweaked these, the more I liked the direction they took me in.

I went back and evaluated past and current relationships against my philosophy. My dates with Fran, Sheila, then both of them, plus Ally, plus Nancy and Gale, and most recently Jean. I played our times together against the background of our time with the Reddicks, Dunns, and Aidan, and also with Dave. I also ran the experience with Cindy at the weekend retreat through my principles. Things seemed to fit well, and I felt better about some of the dark feelings I'd had at the time. I also realized that I couldn't have written my statements before the retreat; that weekend helped so many things gel in my head.




Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 06



Friday night we had our monthly 'How Goes It' circle. I had reminded the girls at the start of the week, encouraging them to write down their feelings about what had transpired over the past month, plus any other points they wanted to share.

I asked Ally to start us off this month. She blushed, and then launched into how much she liked three aspects of her life in the past month: our arrangement with me, her, and her sisters; the sexual play with the Fabulous 5; and the new relationship with her parents. She was more specific, and I got horny listening to her talk and describe some of the sexy situations she'd experienced.

Ally also raised, again, our need for more space. We were still using Fran's old apartment as a storage locker. Sheila's apartment further away sat unused except by an occasional visiting friend. I felt that we'd been together long enough to drop that façade and get a larger place for all of us. I made a note.

Fran echoed Ally about a larger place. She too liked the 'non-standard' sex we'd shared with others, and hoped it would continue. Sheila had the same reply. I agreed too, so we digressed from the meeting for fifteen minutes and made a list of requirements for either a house or apartment, including commute time and effort, number of bedrooms, square footage, and so on. I suggested we get a real estate agent handling rentals and spend some of the weekend time seeing places. I also reminded them of Aidan's offer of his flat as a sublet.

I shared my philosophy with the girls, and we discussed each item. No one disagreed, especially since everything I wrote let us continue with the new relationships we'd formed, and even expand further.

No one had any beef with anyone else, so it was a short meeting. Ally called Aidan to talk about seeing his apartment. She reported that he was eager to see us, and would meet us at his place at ten o'clock on Saturday morning. I set something up with a rental agent for right after lunch the same day.

Aidan's condominium was in Cambridge a few blocks northwest of Harvard. The unit was five times as large in square footage as what we had now, but the rent was only double. The condominium complex had some nice amenities too: a small gym, proximity to mass transit, a rooftop cookout area with a view down part of the Charles River, two parking spaces, and a quiet neighborhood. We were all impressed with the place.

After lunch, we met Sally Kane, the rental and real estate lady who had helped me find my current apartment a few years earlier. She squired us around to five different units. Two in Boston-Brookline, and three others in Cambridge, Watertown, and Somerville. We were a little numb by the end of the afternoon as we headed home.

We got some refreshments and sat around the living room. I said, "Let's write down the order of the places we liked, just to see what our thinking is." We'd agreed to not voice our opinions until we got home.

I collected the papers and lined them all up in front of us. The four of us unanimously voted to rent Aidan's apartment. After that we talked about how to transition and when I could break my lease. I'd been there long enough that I could just walk away without a further impact to the landlord. We wanted to move ASAP.

I called Aidan and we talked about when he'd be out of the place, as well as what furnishings he might leave behind for us. He'd mentioned he was already spending most nights at Lyle and Nancy's home. Occasionally he'd be at the Dunn's. He laughed and said, "I'm their gigolo. When Lyle or Chip have to travel, they arrange for me to take their place in their bed. I might be there anyway, but it makes it a special time for Nancy or Gale, and me."

After our talk, I turned back to the girls and announced, "Two weeks. Aidan will move the rest of his personal stuff over the next week or two. He's going to put a few pieces of furniture in storage, but leave much of his stuff for us to use. About all we need to move from here are our bed, sofa, chair, and dining set. Fran had a few things to move, and Sheila only had her personal things and no furniture." Ally had all she'd brought from home in my apartment. She didn't have other real estate to consider.

Monday we notified the various landlords that we were vacating. I knew the apartments would be snapped up immediately, and at higher rents than we'd been paying.

Thursday before the big move, Aidan called and told me he was completely out of the place. He'd already given us keys. He also volunteered Lyle, Chip, and himself to help us move. I accepted. Thus, Saturday morning, I picked up a small U-Haul truck, and we quickly filled it with the boxes, furniture, and clothing from my apartment. We drove the five blocks to Fran's and repeated the process, and then went to Sheila's. We'd emptied the truck into Aidan's pad by noontime. 

Aidan and I drove the truck out to Dillon to the Henson home to pickup some castoff furniture that would fill in some of the vacant holes in the place. 

Jean, of course, gave me one of her hallmark greetings as we walked up the front walk. Aidan looked on with his mouth hanging open. Jean was fascinated to meet Aidan, particularly armed with the knowledge that he was the single guy in the swing group we'd enjoyed and that he'd fucked all of her daughters. He got a welcome kiss, then I could see her flirting with him, and I got a laugh out of how transparent she appeared to me. Maybe I'd have to set something up with Dave, Jean, and the rest of us.

As we rode back to Cambridge with the truck, Aidan said, "Your ... what can I call her ... mother? ... Well, she's really friendly. I saw how she kissed you. I confess she kissed me that way too while you were out by the truck. I hope that's all right?"

"Oh, it's fine with me. I'm glad you both enjoyed it. She's a very loving person."

Aidan hemmed and hawed a bit and then asked, "Have you and she ... you know ... connected? I don't know why I think that, but ... it was an idea I got in my head."

I nodded.

"Wasn't her husband - the girls' father, a little miffed at that?"

I commented in a matter of fact tone, "He was otherwise occupied."

Aidan digested that; "You mean with ... your girls - his daughters?" As he talked his voice went up an octave displaying his disbelief at the inference.

I remained quiet and benignly smiled.

He thought about that and said, "I need to hang out with you guys more. You make interesting relationships happen."

I posited, "Well, you guys do too. We're sort of anxious about getting together with you again. I wish we'd set it up for tonight."

Aidan said enthusiastically, "That's no problem. The five of us were just going to crash together at Lyle and Nancy's tonight - a casual dinner and then hangout. Why don't you join us?"

I warned, "We'll all be tired from moving all this stuff."

"Well, come and just play it by ear. You're not being graded."

"Let's see what the girls think." I already knew at least two of the girls wanted to get together with our new friends.

By four o'clock, we'd emptied the truck, turned it back in, and found enough of our clothing to dress casually for an evening with the Reddicks, Dunns, and Aidan. We were on their doorstep at five o'clock. 

By five-thirty, Fran, Sheila, and Ally were in bed with Aidan, Lyle, and Chip and I was similarly engaged with Nancy and Gale. I'd missed our friends, and I felt glad to reconnect with them face to face. I realized that three or four weeks between visits were too long.

Nancy and Gale had missed me too, and they showed me how much by giving me a sexy massage, simultaneously giving me a blowjob, and then fucking my brains out as I alternately ate each of them to some orgasms. They did taste different from each other, and from each of my three housemates and their mother. I loved every sensation. As we lay in our afterglows, I hugged and kissed each of them and told them how I'd missed each of them.

We cleaned up and went down to dinner. As we got ourselves some wine, Nancy apologized. "I didn't realize you were coming until Aidan sprang it on me only an hour or two ago. I thought we'd head down to the local steakhouse for dinner. I called ahead and we have reservations for eight o'clock. Of course, that assumes that the other three couples in this house will complete their refamilarization exercises by that time."

From the doorway, Fran appeared. Aidan was behind her and said, "Well, we're finished ... for the time being. Did I hear someone mention a steakhouse?" Chip and Ally appeared at the other door to the kitchen. Both said they were ready to go. Aidan went and yelled up the stairs, and five minutes later Lyle and Sheila appeared ready to leave. We made our reservation time.

The four of us stayed over at Lyle and Nancy's along with Chip and Gale. I didn't find out until later how the girls distributed themselves with Chip, Lyle, and Aidan. They informed me that it didn't matter, as they swapped around all night long, something they'd seemed to enjoy the last time we'd gotten together. I gladly spent the evening and night with Nancy and Gale. 

I got to talk with Gale and Nancy at dinner and during a later rest period. I'd laid out my twelve points of my new 'philosophy' to them, asking them what they thought about it. They were impressed that I'd put so much thought into my credo, and one by one they agreed with all of the points. Nancy started me thinking about some of the further implications of some of the items. I realized I had more homework to do about their implications.

When we were back at Nancy's home and recovering from another round, she said if I'm giving my love freely, that would mean that if I were approached by someone that was attracted to me, I would open myself to loving them without conditions. Gale went further than that, "What if some cute girl where you work decided she wanted a relationship with you. What would you do?"

"I guess ... I'd explain my living arrangements to her and be sure she knew what she was getting into by pursuing me."

"And if she was still interested?"

"I might hint about my extended relationship with you," I laughed.

"And if she was still interested? Maybe having us in the deal might make her attraction to you even more intense, as in 'Oh, cool. I always wanted to try swinging.'"

"Maybe ... What would you do? I could bring her home to meet Fran, Sheila, and Ally, and then you two."

"And if we liked her, or if she still liked you independently of what we thought?"

"Jeeze. I don't know what I'd do. That situation is probably unrealistic."

They both shook their heads in disagreement. I pondered how I might extend my love freely to yet another woman. I hadn't shared with Nancy and Gale that I had a relationship with Jean - the girls' mother. I wondered what they'd think of that, and of course what they'd infer about the girls' relationship with their father. I could barely believe what had happened earlier that month.

Gale got playful at that point. She came up behind me and covered my eyes; her bare erect nipples poking into my back. She giggled and said, "Hi, Steve. I'm Debbie from accounting downstairs. I've had my eye on you for a while, and I'm hoping you've seen me before and have been thinking about asking me out. I couldn't wait any longer, so I decided to ... to just give you a blowjob here in your office." On that little fantasy, Gale's mouth dropped onto my shaft until her nose pressed against my pubes. I hardened in only a few seconds.

Gale looked up at me from my lap, "Oh, Steve, could you put your big hard stick in Debbie's little pussy and pump back and forth until you fill my little hole all full of your spunk. I have a very tight pussy, and I just know that you'll find fucking me exciting. Do you know, I'm very responsive and I move around a lot making it more exciting for my partners? I'm also orgasmic ... and you can bring me off again and again. Oh, God, Steve, can you feel my clit rubbing against your cock? I can ... and I think I'm going to cum."

Gale's dirty talk was getting to me. Nancy was sitting beside me with her legs apart. She was slowly sinking two fingers in and out of her pussy and looking me right in the eyes. Nancy said, "Hi, Steve. My name is Gwen, and I work in Purchasing on the other side of your floor. I came in to see if you'd like to fuck ... errr, allow me to join you and Deb because I like you too. I like your cock too, and I hope you saved some jism for me. We both hope you'll love us and start a serious relationship with each of us, then we can make love all the time."

Gale, as Debbie, said, "Oh, Gwen, I've wanted to eat your pussy since forever. I'm so glad you're here. Maybe we can get Steve to cum in each our pussies, and then we can sixty-nine and get our treats. I bet you'd like to suck his cum from my pussy as much as I'd like to suck his cum from yours."

As Gale said this, she slid up my side and mounted my midsection and slithered down my shaft until I had no more cock left to feed into her pussy. That put just over eight inches of man meat where it could do the most good. Nancy came over to my side of the bed near my head. She climbed up and straddled my face, so I could eat her pussy and so she could make out with Gale.

The pair kept up their little Debbie-Gwen game, no doubt trying to convince me that some sweet young thing at my work would confront me in some way and then I'd have the problem of what to do about her. Of course, in their book, I'd fuck her brains out or both their brains out if it were a Debbie-Gwen combination. I did my best with Nancy and Gale, and then we fell asleep cuddled together, a little sticky here and there, but sexually sated.

* * * * *

We'd stayed over with the Fabulous 5 because we only dumped furniture and boxes in the new apartment and had not set up beds or unpacked other basics like linens. Consequently, after a happy morning complete with another round of sex for all of us, and a lovely nude brunch that included memorable blowjobs, we headed to our new home about noon.

The four of us organized ourselves to complete the master bedroom, living room, and kitchen before dinner, and we made it. The apartment had two other bedrooms and a tiny study that we used that night as storage lockers for the unopened boxes plus the furniture for those rooms. 

After we'd rested a few minutes, I opened a new bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. When I took Ally her glass she was in the master bedroom doing measurements around the king-size bed we'd brought from the old apartment.

I passed her the wine. 

"Thanks." She kissed me lightly, and added, "I have an idea that might make our sleeping a little less crowded."

"What?"

"I think we should anchor one of the twin beds that Aidan left beside the king bed. We can buy foam pads to fill the crack and then we could sew various sheets together to create a super-sized bed. I'm tied of waking up about to fall on the floor when I'm on the edge, or being forced to spoon behind one of you three when I'm in the middle."

I gave an approving look. "Why don't you organize it? Get the foam piece tomorrow, if you can, plus whatever linens you need."

Ally giggled, "It'll also mean when we have the Fabulous 5 over, we can all make love next to each other in the same bed - at least the girls and guys can. You'll still have to use the queen bed in the other bedroom."

"Could we move the queen bed in here? Is there room?"

Ally made a few measurements and announced, "Not next to the king, but it could go against the opposite wall if we move the dresser into the other bedroom."

"So we could make this room for sleeping and fucking, and one of the other bedrooms as a dressing room."

"Heck, yes. Cool. There's even room in the other bedroom for the other twin bed. I want to see what Nancy, Gale, and you do when you're making love. I find it so sexy to watch other people doing the deed."

We went into the living room and joined Fran and Sheila who were chatting about the room arrangements. Ally told her ideas, and her sisters liked the sound of things. We decided to do more arrangements the following evening since we were fagged out from working most of the day, plus being up and active late the night before.

We had two pepperoni pizzas delivered for dinner. I think we were all asleep by nine-thirty.

I had lunch the next day with some of my work colleagues, and one of them gave me an idea I decided to float by the girls that evening. He'd been talking about how he made sure that each week he had at least one 'date night' with his wife.

I asked what that meant, and he explained about providing some dedicated attention to her instead of just coming home and crashing as he might the other six nights of the week. He'd take her to dinner, a movie, or do something special that he knew she'd enjoy. He even brought flowers or a gift, and made the event as romantic as he could.

Thus, while we again rearranged the furniture in the new apartment, I talked to the girls about my idea.

"Ladies, I have an idea. It's based on something one of my friends at work mentioned today."

Fran, Sheila, and Ally each looked interested.

"I propose that once a week, I go on a date with each of you ... alone, so we can focus on each other. We'd try to do something you'd really like to do - dinner, dance, movie, skating, bowling, and I don't know. Whatever strikes you? We'd try to make it romantic, but we'd come home after our date and maybe make love."

Fran said with a grin, "I love the idea, particularly the making love part. All that other stuff is foreplay."

"When can we start ... the making love part, I mean?" Sheila's blue eyes brighten at the idea. "I don't mind sharing with my sisters."

Ally also grinned, "Sign me up. I'll make love with you. How about now?"

I ignored their 'sex on the brain' mentality and asked, "Will the other two of you that are staying at home feel sad or mad about not going out? I don't want to start something that inspires jealousy or worries in some way."

Fran spoke, "No, I think it'll work because the home bodies will know they either just had or just will have a date with you when they get your dedicated time. Plus, most of the time, we'll still be doing things together. I don't mind sharing you on this basis. I think it's cool because it guarantees each of us some alone time with you."

Ally and Sheila nodded agreement.

"OK, let's try it starting tomorrow. We'll draw slips of paper to determine the order for the week." I quickly scratched out one, two, and three on small pieces of paper. I tore them off the pad, shuffled them in my hands, and then had each girl pick as I held my hand up over their head.

Fran got #2; Ally #1, and Sheila #3. I suggested they could trade around if they wanted. They didn't for the coming week, but could see where that might be useful in the future if one of them had an evening function of some kind outside our circle.

The four of us wedged into the king bed again. I took an outside edge this time, and spooned in behind Ally, my date for tomorrow. Sleep came quickly; we were all tired.

Tuesday morning, I texted Ally, "I'm thinking about you and looking forward to our date tonight. Do you have any special requests?"

I got a prompt reply, "Just to be with you. Could we stroll down Boylston Street holding hands? I saw another couple doing that and it looked so romantic."

I picked up flowers on the way home. Ally was already home, thus I knocked at the door of our apartment instead of letting myself in with my key. She opened the door and I broke out in a big smile, and I held out the flowers to her. I said something corny about how her beauty made the pretty flowers pale in her presence. She leapt into my arms and gave me a million dollar kiss. No doubt, I looked pleased.




Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 06



Fran and Sheila weren't home yet, so we puttered around for a few minutes and the whole time I acted as though it was the first time I'd been to her apartment to pick her up. I made little comments about the apartment, a picture I knew held special meaning for her, or complimented her taste in something.

We left to go on our date. Ally had some exotic tastes in food, so I'd chosen an Indian restaurant that had a nice ambience for our dinner. Ally's eyes sparkled and she came to life as each minute passed on our date. I hadn't realized how much my presence on a unique basis pepped up my gorgeous roommate.

After dinner we held hands and walked to Boylston Street, and then slowly walked and window-shopped until we got down to Boston Common, at which point we turned around and walked back. The weather was kind, but there was still a bite to the air. We held hands, kissed in public, sat on a park bench and made out, walked with our arms around each other, we were in love - I felt it, I showed it, she showed it, and we basked in the joy of each other.

We walked across the MIT Bridge to the Cambridge side of the river, and then wove through some of the main streets until we were home again. Fran and Sheila were setting up the queen bed on the opposite side of the master bedroom from the king bed. Somehow, they had muscled the dresser from one room to the other. The twin bed that would enlarge the king-bed was in place but not yet functional.

Fran and Sheila had made up the queen bed and turned down each side of the bed. Laying on the foot of the bed were one of my t-shirts, the kind Ally usually wore around the apartment when no one was expected, and a fresh pair of my briefs that I sometimes wore to bed when we weren't sleeping in the raw. The message was clear: Ally and I were to sleep together in the queen bed. We both kissed Fran and Sheila and thanked them for their thoughtfulness.

Fran said, "So, you end up getting lucky on your first date ... but, Sheila and I get to watch."

Ally and I looked at each other and smirked. For one, it wouldn't be the first time the two of them had watched us make love. Second, we all knew that Ally had a strong exhibitionist streak in her, and our screwing this way would play to her fetish and make her very happy.

Not to waste a moment, I pulled Ally to me and started to really make out with her, warming her up in seconds to a pretty hot state of readiness for our lovemaking. In a few minutes, I'd unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up so I could suck on her tits. She liked this, and held my head as we stood in the bedroom next to our bed.

After a few minutes of oral breast play, Ally worked my shirt off my body plus her own top. Our half-nude connection seemed hotter than if we'd just stripped and started making love, as had been our practice. We were on a date, and I was getting lucky.

I worked Ally's jeans down her shapely legs, leaving her standing in only a small thong. I pulled her sex to my face, and blew hot air through the gusset of her thong. I already knew the effect it would have on her, and she reacted perfectly. I slowly worked the thong down her legs as she messed up my hair. After that, I blew hot and cold air directly on her clit without allowing myself to touch her sex.

Ally jerked me up to a standing position and undid my pants, pushing them down my legs as fast as she could. Soon, I stood as naked as she did. We hugged and my rapidly inflating member was caught between us against her flat tummy.

Ally whispered, "Please eat me while I do you. Sixty nine." I lay back on the queen bed and she mounted me so that her pussy nestled right into my mouth. I licked her gash, relishing in the female wetness that betrayed her excitement about tonight. Ally moaned, and then I felt my own shaft being enveloped by her sweet lips. Her tongue, lips, and throat adding to the mystery of what she'd do next to me, all of it extreme eroticism.

We stayed that way for many minutes. I wasn't counting, but I was keeping track of the orgasms that I could deliver to Ally. After three, she rolled to my side and sat up. She said, "I want to make love now."

This time I came over her in the classic missionary position, at least for starters. I rubbed her slit with my shaft, focusing again on her clit. With one hand I tousled the wide strip of manicured pubic hair she maintained, but I allowed those fingers to slip into her body and even to reach deep inside and stroke her G-spot for the first time that night. After more of her wetness appeared, I leaned in, sucked on each breast, kissed her passionately, whispered words of love, and then sank into her body in one long, slow stroke to full depth. We both sighed and moaned.

I brought all the techniques I'd learned in the Tantric sex class, extending our time together, saying the right words, touching her erogenous zones, and using various positions to amplify various aspects of our lovemaking. Ally traveled to another dimension not of this world, and her orgasms cascaded through her body as I managed to hold mine in abeyance. When I sensed her fatigue, I created one more crescendo for her, and this time I joined her with my own climax. The pleasure swept through both of us and I knew in that instant that the two of us had never been closer and more loving to each other. We connected at so many levels: mind, body, and spirit. Our souls touched each other and the angels sang.

Our afterglows lasted quite a long time. We cooed and kissed, and continued our lovemaking. We felt the love, felt the connection, and felt the potential in each other. 

Eventually, I fell to the side and held Ally to my chest. I glanced over at the king bed. In the middle Sheila and Fran sat in a similar position, nude and obviously having made love to each other. Sheila smiled at me with a signal of love. Fran whispered, "You two were so beautiful together. Thank you for letting us watch."

I didn't tell them that I had forgotten about their presence in the room or even on the planet I had been so focused on Ally and delivering her pleasure.

We didn't do much to prepare for bed. The lights just were turned off, and sleep overtook all of us. I cradled Ally in my arms and whispered that I loved her one more time.

To be continued



Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 07







Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 07



Jean mounted Chip and I could tell by the look she gave me that they'd just given up their little game with Chip. Sheila lay next to the fucking couple kissing Chip, and whispering more dirty thoughts to him including what his cock was doing to her mother. I also heard her describing some dirty sex that was pure exhibitionism with a high risk of getting caught. 

At one hour and twenty-two minutes since the start of their intimate time together, Chip detonated like a Chinese fireworks factory on fire. His body fired at least ten mighty shots of semen deep into Jean's body, and that in turn drove her over the edge. Later, Jean told us that the first six or seven spurts he made seemed like a high powered fire hose in her cunt giving off warm, viscous white semen to the point where her cavity couldn't hold it all, and some immediately got forced out while he was still inside her in probably the most excited and swollen state of his sexual life.

Chip arched his back so much that he lifted Jean completely off the bed above him in her cowgirl position. With each shot of cum, his arch pulsed and got higher. I didn't know the human back could bend that much. His eyes were scrunched tightly shut and he had a look of pain, pleasure, and consternation on his face. Sheila reached behind Jean and grabbed Chip's scrotum and massaged and squeezed the sac, explaining that she wanted nothing left inside him when he finished cuming. Chip groaned in more pleasure-pain at the onslaught and relief.

Jean finished her orgasm, however, it was clear that Chip was still processing his. She leaned down and grabbed one of his nipples in her teeth. At the same time, she swatted the side of his chest with one hand with a resounding 'slap' that could be heard throughout the neighborhood.

Ally and I swore Chip started to orgasm again, or was it just a couple of more spurts of the same cum he'd been in the midst of enjoying.

Finally, Chip's body collapsed from its arch, Jean fell to his chest and into his arms, and his eyes blinked open in disbelief.

Chips looked at us with awe on his face and after focusing for a minute said, "I have never ever cum that hard in my life. What did you do to me?" He looked back at Jean and Sheila.

Jean just shook her head innocently, and so did Sheila. They well knew that denied orgasm for a male builds up a head of steam that either causes blue balls, a painful experience, or an explosion of cum from the lower body that rivals Old Faithful geyser in Yellowstone National Park. From across the room, Gale allowed as how Chip's longest time prior to that night had probably been fifteen minutes. He'd bettered his best record times five plus.

Jean extracted herself from Chip by rolling onto her side opposite us. As she opened her legs to the world, Sheila stared at her mother's cunt and said, "Holy shit, Mom. You should see the volume of cum he gave you. You're overflowing." After a pause, she said, "Ally, Gale, Nancy, come help me clean up here."

Almost immediately four women were gathered in front of Jean's pussy, alternately lapping up the gallon of man juice that Chip had expelled. Of course, as they did, they worked to deliver a few more orgasms to Jean, and as they did that Jean grabbed ahold of Chip, me, Dave or Lyle – who had joined our wild bunch, and kissed them with great passion. We stroked her breasts, as each new orgasm raced through her body, and then made sure another male was there to help her through the next one. 

When we stopped, Jean joined Chip as a moaning pile of human flesh in a corner of our bed. Both were beyond being sexually satiated beyond comprehension. 

The rest of us were laughing at the pair and their outstanding performance. Sheila and Ally went off to the kitchen and brought back some water and beer to replenish lost fluids. Aidan and Fran came and joined us. We talked and joked, as we got ready for round two. At the mere suggestion of a second round, both Jean and Chip moaned and rolled away from the rest of us. Our numbers were down to nine.

I carried Jean into the guest room and tucked her in the bed. Lyle got Chip to walk the short distance until he fell in and spooned behind Jean. The pair was so exhausted they were asleep before he could turn and walk out of the room.

We swapped partners again, enjoying the diversity of the group. Various women played the role of the extra girl, moving from couple to couple to further spice up their lovemaking. Eventually, everyone had happily finished that round, plus Dave had gotten to fuck each of his daughters for a while.

After midnight, Lyle and Gale retrieved Chip from the guest room, got him dressed, and they poured him into the back of Lyle's car. Nancy and Aidan joined them, and they left the rest of us with great thanks for a fantastic evening in the city and hopes to get together soon – real soon.

Dave spooned in behind his sleeping wife in the guest room, and the rest of us cuddled together in our big bed with very little said between us, except for appreciation for each other and words of love.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 08



I look back on the gathering of our circle and the Fabulous 5, with the senior Hensons and their swinger friends as one of the more memorable evenings of my life. Just thinking of that night can make me harden in my pants regardless of what is going on around me. A certain rapture and warm glow still sweeps over me at a single memory from the event.

We gathered at a large home in the town of Lincoln. The icebreaker for our gathering was a late afternoon cookout on one of those lovely warm days in spring a few weeks after we'd turned the clocks forward. The trees were in various stages of budding and the crocus had already passed, giving way to the daffodils and the blooming of the bright yellow forsythia. 

Most of the people at our gathering were in summer clothing but wearing light jackets, appreciating the relatively warm temperatures and anticipating a similar evening. Mandy Mason, our hostess, had given us all name tags, the kind that say 'Hello, My Name Is ____' and you write in your name. She also had us add a number next to our name that told everyone the age at which we lost our virginity. I wrote on mine 'Steve Wallace' and '18.' 

According to Mandy, we were encouraged to ask for a brief description of each person's number. My cherry had been lost to another more experienced woman named Reid, who had become the school slut because she loved sex so much. Reid was probably the first nymphomaniac I'd encountered. Reid had liked me and we hooked up often during the next couple of years whenever one or the other of us wanted a booty call, and sometimes that was a couple of times a week. 

I guessed Mandy to be about forty-five, and she fit my stereotype of a cougar perfectly, except she had a personality that suggested she must have been a cheerleader in high school and college. Her figure suggested that she could probably still fit into her cheerleader uniform as well, except perhaps she'd moved up a bra size or two or three. Talking to Mandy was distracting because she obviously had dispensed with her bra and counted on the males looking down into her cleavage to get the first thrill of the evening. Mandy bubbled like a fountain, and had that eager for whatever would happen next attitude and excitement on her face the entire day. I couldn't imagine her having a bad day or feeling depression about anything.

Mandy and Frank Mason had a back patio that had been designed for privacy and intimacy, plus I learned they lived on a five-acre lot. A half-dozen two-person chaises populated the large deck along with some singles plus a wide variety of patio furniture. Outdoor space heaters also populated the patio, taking the edge off the cool air. Their pool wasn't open yet, but a large hot tub suggested some fun for later. Some of the French doors of the home allowed us to enter the living room. In this case, Mandy laughed and called it the 'loving room' because all the furniture had been pushed to the edges of the room in favor of ten mattresses of various sizes. Mandy also explained that there were also six bedrooms in another wing of the home that would be available for use later should anyone want to use them. Each bedroom had an en suite bath and shower.

Fran and I took a self-directed tour of the large home. I noted in the various bedrooms there were obvious bowls of condoms, lubricants, towels, and sex toys scattered about. A family room was also equipped for the evening's activities, aided by a porn flick that played non-stop on a large screen television, inspiring anyone passing through the room. Just the quick glance made my mouth water about what would soon be happening.

Back on the patio, several of the men were finishing the barbeque and others had already started to eat. Fran and I got plates, some food, and then another drink. I stuck to my watered down wine to cut my alcohol consumption lest I impact my performance at the evening's main event.

After dinner, I took care of my trash and helped clean up part of the outdoor party. I then surveyed the new people I hadn't met. With a couple of exceptions the group were fit, trim, and friendly. One older gal named Rose seemed to have lost the struggle with widening hips and a paunch, but offsetting that appeared to be a set of double-D's that enticingly jiggled as she moved about plus a happy personality. I also chuckled to myself as some of the older men that were friends of the Hensons targeted Fran, Sheila, Ally, Nancy, and Gale. The new group seemed to be between forty and sixty-five, but even the oldsters had a special attractiveness to them. I also noticed there were more males than females; later I'd learn that was to please the females, particularly since some of the older gents were only good for a 'one shot' evening.

The entire group, as I had, started our get together with butterflies in our stomach and knees knocking about meeting each other, particularly with sex on the agenda. After our hour together and some liquid courage for some of us, those shaky feelings seemed to have evaporated and been replaced with smiles, laughter, and personal confidence.

As I stood assessing the group from the French doors into the family room I felt a presence behind me. A smooth feminine voice said, "Aren't we a beautiful lot?"

I nodded and turned around, "You read my thoughts exactly." I read a nametag that indicated I was talking to 'Sally Witherhold, 19.' I asked, "19?"

Sally laughed, "I was a late bloomer after being raised in a tight-ass family. It took me a year after I started college to get a better mindset about life and the enjoyment of things like ... like this evening. By the way, it was in a fraternity house with my erstwhile boyfriend at the time. He was gentle and made it a good experience for me, so I have fond memories of that night." She looked at my nametag and asked, "18?"

I told her my story about Reid. Sally and I got into a pleasant discussion about our work, the Mason's home, and how we each got into swinging but treated it as something more than just a chance to get our rocks off. Like the Hensons, Sally had started swinging in college, met her husband that way, and then gravitated to people that had a similar inclinations including the Hensons.

I mentioned our living arrangement, and Sally expressed surprise at my relationship with the Henson daughters. About that time, I watched her head jerk back and forth between me and Jean Henson, the girls' mother. Jean was looking at me with a tinge of lust in her gaze. Sally picked that up.

"Holy shit," Sally said. "You've done all the women in that family, haven't you?"

I smiled, "I don't kiss and tell. I'm sure if you ask any of them, they'll share their ..."

Before I could finish the thought, Jean had snuck up behind me. She wrapped her arms around me, turned me and gave me one of her megawatt kisses. "Steve, I hope you'll save some time for me tonight. I've gone a whole week without your loving, and I'd like just a few minutes of it later."

Sally blushed, "Jean, am I right that you and Steve ... err, have hooked up ... somehow?"

Jean bluntly said with a smile, "Oh, we've fucked a lot, and never enough. Steve has the nicest cock, and I'll tell a tale out of school here, he and my girls went to a Tantric sex class several months ago, and he's mastered the skill and art of delivering orgasms to a woman, holding off his own so he can fuck all night long if he wishes without stopping, plus developed the skill of fast recovery if he does cum. This boy is God's gift to women."

Sally ran one finger down my chest, "Well, then, can I get a spot on your dance card tonight too."

Jean said, "Sally, why don't you join the two of us. If we go right now, we can get a jump on things, so to speak." Even as she spoke, I noticed Mandy going from group to group, and table to table, telling everyone they were on their own to get the ball rolling.

I smiled at the two women. I then leaned in and kissed Jean again, and then transferred my affections to Sally, who melted like hot butter in my arms. 

Sally whispered, "Oh, please let me join you. Let's find a room."

Jean grabbed our hands and led us inside, past the porn on the television where six people were in the midst of a gangbang, and off to the bedroom wing. We took the first bedroom, and I chuckled when I saw Sally hang a small 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the doorknob. Despite the sign, she left the door open so voyeurs could watch our threesome.

I was used to a FFM lovemaking situation - two women and a man (me). I slowly peeled my new partners' clothing away from their bodies, keeping them about equal in their state of undress. I also kept pace with them myself.

When breasts were bared, I lowered my head and alternately sucked on each of their breasts as I pawed at the other. With a little creativity, I got the two of them to stand side-by-side and push Sally's left and Jean's right breasts together so I could simultaneously suck on their nipples. There was a lot of playful giggling and laughter about that idea.

Stripped bare, we all lay on the bed and made out. I slithered down their bodies, and then took turns eating Jean and Sally's pussies. I added fingers to the mix, and soon each woman started to respond to my touches and kisses with shudders and shakes, until Sally and then Jean had significant orgasms. By now, the pair were holding each other and kissing one another - a sapphic liaison that I found arousing to watch from my position at their love nests.

Jean eventually begged for my cock, and so I rose and sank myself into her soaking pussy. We both moaned with the utmost pleasure as the feelings of cock-in-cunt swept over the two of us. Jean surrounded my cock with the warmth, snugness, and wetness of her pussy. She could feel my steely shaft slide past all her pleasure points until I was deep inside her. We then started to move together, at first in the missionary position.

Not to be left untouched, Sally mounted Jean's head so Jean could eat her pussy, and add to what I'd already done moments earlier. After a minute of Jean's attention, Sally nearly fell into my arms and we kissed, as my cock pumped into Jean.

We switched around several times, and I found Sally as delightful a partner as Jean, although I felt more of a connection and intimacy with Jean because of our history together. We went for about an hour, and I'd delivered countless orgasms to the two women. I was also feeling the desire for my own wet orgasm, thus, as I pounded into Sally's pussy as she knelt and ate Jean's pussy, I warned the women of my intentions. Jean came immediately, and then I could feel the interior muscles inside Sally's vagina start to tighten and loosen in spasms, as she started to cum again. I erupted like an active volcano as I hammered into her quim. She let out a series of little shrieks, and I dumped my cum into her body in about eight rapid convulsions from deep within my own body.

We all fell into each other's arms in our afterglows. Little was said as we each savored the enjoyment of the sexual high we'd just had. I alternately kissed Jean and Sally, telling them how much I appreciated them sharing themselves with me and how I hoped I had brought them the pleasure they'd hoped for. They assured me I did a perfect job.

Eventually, we rose and straightened up the bedroom so others could feel comfortable in it. We'd spread towels beneath us, so we weren't leaving a wet spot on the bed. I asked about the protocol about showering before rejoining the rest of the party, but Jean and Sally told me that many of the women preferred to not clean up until the very end, and that they like the men a little messy too.

Jean said, "When we appear, some of the men or women will clean up our pussies from our time together. Since Sally is dripping your cum, she'll be a hot commodity for many of the others. They like to eat their cream pies, particularly those left behind by new participants."

We exited the bedroom, changed the sign on the door to 'Available,' and went back to the Loving Room. As we approached the room, I could see half a dozen couples spread out on the various mattresses in various states of coitus and making out. Looking outside to the patio, now lit with Tiki torches and the outdoor heaters, I could see three other couples on the chaises fucking up a storm. 

I recognized Aidan and Ally as one of the couples outdoors. I wondered how their discussion had gone earlier when I'd seen them in close conversation together. From the passion and enthusiasm of the fuck they were in the midst of, I had to believe it had been a constructive discussion.

Mandy, our hostess came up and planted a big kiss on my lips and then drove her tongue into my mouth. I took this as an invitation to play with a new partner. I commented, "Would you prefer I showered first?"

By way of an answer, Mandy pulled me about ten feet to the nearest mattress and then knelt in front of me and started to suck on my shaft. As her head oscillated back and forth, I looked around me at the roiling sea of fucking human flesh. I realized she was taking most of my entire hard shaft down her throat, at least up to the last inch, and that made me quake and shake as the pleasure washed over me like a wave. She also used her tongue to lick my scrotum during and between her oscillations. 

Mandy started to turn and twist her head with me submerged in her mouth, and the feeling of her tongue and throat sliding back and forth around the head of my cock was astounding and unprecedented. I stopped Mandy, because I could tell that in a couple of minutes I'd lose control and waste a shot I'd just as soon deposit in her pussy.

Mandy smiled and we exchanged a few intimate words about what she'd just done, and what I intended to do to her for the next half-hour. I had Mandy mount me in a cowgirl position so I could play with and adore her delightful full breasts, and we could come together often to kiss and swirl our tongues together. I wondered if Mandy had such robust breasts when she was a cheerleader; she sure would have been entertaining to those in the stands.

I marveled at how good sex always seemed to have a wet, oral flavor to it. It wasn't just stick Shaft A into Hole B; it was wet sticky cocks sliding in and out of warm pussies dripping with anticipation, the saliva of an adoring lover, and the cum of previous fucks. Good sex was dirty too. It wasn't squeaky clean, no, it had words associated with it - spoken words like slut, cock, cunt, fuck, and ass. It was a willingness to change positions and to be exhibitionists that inspire others.

The sex Mandy and I had set an example for the rest of the room. Gradually, I felt all the eyes turn to us and the ears tune in to the filthy names we were calling each other, and the descriptions of what we were seeing and doing to one another, and to the cheerleader fantasy that Mandy started to describe to me. We kept changing positions, but always moving so several of the couples near us got a floorshow by two experts fucking.

Mandy found that unique place in her mind and body where orgasms rush by in a constant stream, one cleansing blast of pleasure giving way to the next without any recovery time in between. She looked at me with a pleading look that spoke long tales of lust: stop, I can't stand it anymore, and never stop, because I want to die in this state of constant bliss.

When I allowed myself the pleasure of ejaculation into her body, we had been fucking non-stop for forty-five minutes. Our bodies were dripping with the sweat earned by the hard work of pleasing the other, our limbs were tired from the muscular exertion we'd spent remaining coupled as pleasure ripped through us, and our minds were sated with the visuals of our partner's nude body above, below, or next to us as our parts pistoned together. At the end of our fuck, Mandy's low guttural growl that had persisted for our time together turned into a short shout of pleasure that no one in the house could miss. I think I might have yelled some kind of curse at her too; one that fit like, 'Slut, take my cum.'

I collapsed into a series of passionate kisses with Mandy that turned into more tender and gentle kisses where I wasn't worried about my lips splitting open. We fell apart, my flaccid penis, dragging a wet track of semen across her open thighs.

A woman I knew only as Sarah was suddenly upon the nether regions of our bodies. She spent a minute cleaning my shaft with her mouth, and then tracing back along my pecker tracks to Mandy's dripping cunt. In another minute every trace of cum was gone from outside her pussy, and in another minute I doubted that Mandy retained all but a trace of what I'd deposited into her body at the end of our lovemaking.

Mandy kissed me again. She whispered, "I need you to come and do that to me at least once a day. I am a puddle of human flesh right now, and I've never felt better or better fucked in my life. Don't tell Frank that."

I just nodded. Mandy had been a hot little fuck too. One of my better lays, in part because she wasn't passive. No, Mandy had pushed her body forward to meet my strokes into her body; she'd rolled with me and even suggested new ways to please each other. She'd put on a visual porn show for me and for the people around us.

Sarah left us after a few minutes, and we continued to lie side by side, panting and gasping for the precious oxygen that would renew our bodies. Gradually, our physiology returned to what might be called normal. Those around us that had been watching our 'show,' returned their attention to their partners. 

I helped Mandy stand and pulled her into a hug. We both muttered 'Thank you' to each other, and then I let her lead me to the kitchen. She got us each a glass of orange juice. Mandy said with an instructional tone, "The juice will rejuvenate you faster than booze, and provide some energy for the next round."

"How late do these parties last?"

"All night if you want. Don't rush off. There'll be no awkwardness in the morning when the light of day illuminates all our wrinkles and pock marked bodies." She laughed. "People do tend to leave then, however, but it's not required. Heck, you can stay here all week, just fuck me like you just did a few times each day and I'll even become your sex slave."

Eventually, we separated. I went to check on the girls. I found Sheila being fucked in a corner of the living room by a man I didn't know. She gave me a little wave, but her face was tense and her jaw clenched as she focused on her next orgasm. Ally was outside on one of the chaises, riding Frank, our host. Her nubile body bounced with glee atop his muscular frame. The light caught the gray chest hair where her hands rested. 

Fran wasn't visible so I figured she was in a bedroom. I prepared a plate of hors d'oeuvres and started to nibble as I drank my juice. About five minutes passed, and I saw Fran come back into the room accompanied by two older men, both of whom looked like they'd been well used and put away wet. She saw me, said something to the men, and came over.

I spoke first, "Two?"

Fran came in close to me, "Yeah, I'm going to walk funny for a week. They did me at the same time - a DP: one in my pussy and one in my ass. For a while we had a third guy who I was blowing, so I was airtight. Steve, I had so many orgasms I lost count. We need to do this more often, that was a good experience but my ass is sore and stretched."

"Did you shower?" I pulled her pretty body to mine so I could feel her female flesh against my own.

"No, I washed a little in the bathroom. They had me use an enema before so I'd be cleaned out and ready for their shafts. I'm squeaky clean inside and out now. They used condoms so I'm not even leaking."

"I know what'll make you feel good. Come with me."




Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 08



I led Fran outside and across the patio to the hot tub. I was surprised that we were alone and that others weren't enjoying the heat and bubbling water. We both got in and I started the air bubbles coming up from the bottom.

"Oh, yeah, this is perfect." Fran stretched out across the tub so that only her head was barely above the water level. 

"You having fun? Any reservations?" I asked.

"Yes and no. I wouldn't want to do this everyday. I can see why this is a monthly event. It'll take me a month to recover and walk straight, although the heated water is doing wonders to my back end."

I smirked, "I hear that if you position yourself just the right way, the jets of water will bring you off."

"Good idea."

Fran maneuvered around the tub until she'd found a jet at the right level. She lay back into my arms and closed her eyes.

"Are you near?" I asked as an angelic look came over her face.

"No, I'm not trying to cum, I'm trying to get that jet on my asshole to take away the residual ache. I never knew I could orgasm from someone in my ass. Heck, you've been gentle when we've done that stuff, which is more than I can say for the pair I went off with, not that I minded at the time. You know me, fuck my brains out and worry about an achy cunt later."

Another couple, not husband and wife, came and joined us after their playtime ended. We learned that Helen, the pretty woman, was a neighbor of Mandy and Frank. Somehow, she and her husband had speculated with some accuracy about the kind of parties that were going on almost every month next door. They walked their dogs and while they couldn't see much from their house, they could from the street. It didn't take too many nude bodies and dim lights to guess what was going on.

"So what'd you do?"

Helen said, "I came over one afternoon just to chat and have coffee with Mandy. Somewhere in the course of the conversation I started to use words like swinging, swapping, partying, and so on. I was laughing inside, as Mandy's eyes got really big. Finally, she burst out laughing too. She said, 'You figured something out, I take it.' I then shared my speculation and our readiness to participate if they'd consider us. They did, and here we are four years later enjoying every day in our new lives."

Helen also told us, "We have teenagers, so we can't host at our home, at least until they go off to college in about four years. We just tell them we're going to a party, and we drive away. We end up parking out of view in Mandy's driveway."

I asked, "Being so close, does that invite other get togethers besides the regular parties?"

Helen smiled coyly, "Yes, it sure does. Once in a while Barry my husband will stop by here to have a romp with Mandy, maybe on the way to work or he'll come by for a nooner. Frank may come by my place during school hours too. We're very cozy with our neighbors." She grinned from ear to ear.

Fran eventually said, "My fingers are wrinkling, so I'm getting out."

I joined her, making the others laugh by commenting on what other appendages might also be wrinkling from being in the warm water too long.

Just as I entered the family room, a woman named Rita came up to me. She was short but built like a brick shithouse - I mean she had the nicest set of tits I'd seen in a long time. I didn't remember her from cocktail and dinnertime. 

Rita put her arm around my neck and pulled my head down so she could kiss me. She said, "Steve, right?" I realized I'd lost my nametag when my clothes came off.

I nodded.

Rita said, "Then I'd like to claim you for the next hour, if you're willing."

I smiled, leaned over, kissed her, and then leaned over further and sucked one of her erect nipples into my mouth with such enthusiasm that Rita jumped and squirmed immediately. She let out a small erotic moan fraught with sexual excitement. My dance card was full for the next hour.

Rita was younger than most of the other new people we'd met, probably a year or two younger than me. She had shoulder length red hair and a face full of beautiful freckles that persisted onto her chest and arms, gradually fading away the further south one gazed. She had perfect breasts, topped with reddish areolas and pretty pink nipples as large as the end of my forefinger. Her long fingers tapered to give her hands a beautiful look that I particularly appreciated when she wrapped them around my turgid shaft. Rita was thin, which enhanced the look of her breasts, and she was clean-shaven around her pussy, unlike some of the other women at the party.

Rita pulled me to the sofa in the family room, and as we sat I realized there was one other couple near us also starting to make out. When they separated I realized the man was Dave, my roommates' father. We winked at each other and went back to our partners. Dave was with Gale from the Fabulous 5, and I could see the two of them were really involved and quite happy together. He had his cock deeply embedded inside her as they were making out.

Also in the family room was the television showing nonstop porn videos. As I glanced at the TV set, Rita said, "I love watching porn. I've been fucking in this room all night, and the movies really do something for me. The blond in this movie is about to get jumped by two guys who're going to fuck the living daylights out of her. You can do that to me if you like. You come highly recommended." She smiled engagingly.

"Oh, who suggested me, if I may ask?"

"Sally, but then so did Jean, Ally, Sheila, Nancy, and Gale right over there." Rita gestured to where Gale started to recline as Dave drove his fingers in and out of her cunt at a speed approaching Mach One. Gale moaned and orgasmed creating an arc of her female juice that shot from her body in our direction, splashing on the tile floor.

Rita reached behind us, grabbed a towel, and tossed it to Dave who looked quite pleased with himself. The pair cleaned up the emissions as Rita and I got started, but then they quickly returned to making out and a slow fuck.

Rita seemed in a rush to get me hard and inside her. I accommodated the pixie, and then started to hammer into her. The TV showed two muscle bound men pulverizing the blond porn star, and Rita stared periodically at the screen. I figured she was imagining herself in that situation, so I tried to play to her fantasy. As the pounding on the TV got harder and the slaps louder, I made the same happen for Rita.

Rita moaned so loud the others in the room turned. Her sexy sounds plus the rhythmic slapping together of our bodies at a high frequency seemed to capture the attention of the others, even my girlfriends' father who was fucking Gale only a few feet from me.

Having already cum twice, had a number of dry orgasms, and rebounded nicely, I had great control unlike earlier in the night. Thus, after ten minutes I started to bring Rita to one jolt of pleasure after another as each climax swept over her. Rita was expressive, and used dirty talk to inspire me on. I shifted our position so I could use my hands more, enabling me to tweak her nipples and finger her clit. At one point, I wormed a finger inside her along with my dick, making sure I could twist my hand and stroke Rita's G-spot. The explosion thirty seconds later rewarded my effort; Rita's body went catatonic above me before she fell forward into my waiting embrace and more kisses. 

I lightly swatted Rita's breasts and ass, not coming anywhere near the callous slaps the muscle men were perpetrating on the porn star. Rita pepped up and came to life. She started to ride me like a bucking bronco, so I gave her a ride of that ilk. When I flipped her over onto her hands and knees, I again penetrated her and started to ride her. This enabled me to swat her ass a couple of more times.

But then I had a wicked idea. On the table behind the sofa with the condoms, lay a large purple vibrator - the kind where the main shaft oscillates back and forth, and a little rabbit is strategically positioned to hit a woman's clit in just the right way. I picked up the device and turned it on. Rita missed what was coming as she watched the porn star get double penetrated by the muscle men. I covered the shaft with lubricant and drove the shaft into Rita's ass right up to the little rabbit.

Rita's scream could probably have been heard back in Boston. Besides the gawks of Dave and Gale beside us, several other partiers stuck their head in the room to see what caused such a joyful and erotic reaction. I smiled back at everyone as I continued to pump the shaft in and out of Rita's ass. Meanwhile, the vibrator was doing its thing at high speed. Next to the vibrator, my cock continued to oscillate in and out of Rita's cunt.

Rita started to cum over and over and over again, the intervals between orgasms getting shorter and shorter. I flipped her back over, allowing her ass to hang off the sofa. I leaned in and sucked really hard on each of Rita's perfect breasts, in each case pulling the nipple away from her body with my mouth until it snapped back into position. 

I kissed Rita hard, wove my hands down her body, under her breasts, around the erogenous zones of her ears and neck, and then down her sides. I gave a half-dozen hard thrusts, and ... Rita exploded, this time like a small atomic device going off in the desert. Her body shook all over and she hung on my shoulders. She looked at me with huge eyes of disbelief at what was happening to her body, and then the whopper of an orgasm crested inside her. I could feel her cunt muscles spasming around my cock, and I started to blast my remaining contents into her small body. I know she could feel it, but only for a few seconds, because Rita's eyes rolled up in her head and she blacked out.

After my spasms had finished, I retrieved the vibrator and picked up the unconscious Rita and laid her out flat on the couch. Gale and Dave looked on with concern. 

Gale asked, "Is she all right? What can I do?"

I chuckled as I moved to hold Rita in a tender way, "Don't do anything for a moment. She'll come to in a moment, and then let's see if she wants anything. She's fine except she just had the most powerful orgasm in her life."

Dave said, "You did that to her ... for her?"

I nodded. "It's happened before." Gale nodded to confirm that she'd been one of the victims of my orgasmic onslaught.

After another minute Rita stirred and her eyes fluttered open. She looked at my smiling face, and I stroked her face and kissed her forehead. Thirty seconds passed and the only sound in the room was the porn star on the TV screaming about what a powerful orgasm she was having.

Rita finally said, "That is so fake - the TV, I mean. I just had the most powerful orgasm known to mankind for real." She looked at me and studied my face. I think she was seeing whether I cared for her or not. I obviously did. She whispered in a tender way, "Steve, please just hold me for a while."

Gale asked her, "Rita, can I get you anything? Water? A cold pack?"

Rita said, "No, I just want to be in Steve's arms for a little while and have him hold me. You don't know how lucky you've been to have him as a lover. He's phenomenal. I have just fallen in love."

Gale winked at me.

Rita asked a few questions about just what I'd done to her, and I answered as best I could. The truth was that I didn't know precisely how to bring on La Petite Mort - the little death or an orgasm so blindingly wonderful that every nerve cell and synapse in the female body short-circuited and you blacked out having an intense experience that apparently continued into the coma.

I think Rita drifted off to sleep. I got a pillow under her head and slipped out from under her body. I kissed her and she purred her contentment. Gale gave me two large beach towels and I put them over Rita. She needed to regain her senses in order to continue and a short nap would do her good.

I helped myself to more orange juice in Mandy's kitchen, and then polished off a dozen shrimp with cocktail sauce left over from earlier in the evening. 

I found Ally, freshly fucked but alone in the living room. She looked happy. I lay down next to her and kissed her. "You OK? Tired?"

"Yes and yeah. I think I'm ready to go after I clean up. I want to sleep in our own bed tonight. I've been done so many times I'm apt to be a little sore tomorrow. I had fun though; I really love fucking. I'm glad no one here puts value judgments on this behavior."

"Go get into the hot tub in the back yard. There's an outside shower and towels out there too. I'll come get you. Do you know where your clothes are?"

She nodded, and left heading for the back of the house.

Sheila's head popped up from underneath a gray-haired older man who apparently had fallen asleep on top of her after completing his mission. From the tableau they portrayed, she was enjoying the afterglow and residual penetration of his generous shaft. She smiled and wormed her way from under part of his body. She came over and we hugged. "Are we going?"

"Yeah, shortly, I think. Why don't you join Ally in the hot tub? I'll come get you after I find Fran."

I checked on the other bodies around the room, did a little sojourn past some of the bedrooms, many with open doors so I could see she wasn't in there. I did find Jean with two guys. She looked happy. I waved goodbye to her and she got the message, and blew me a kiss.

Fran was outside on one of the chaises working up to a good orgasm atop, of all people, Aidan. I didn't bother them, but waited, stroking my own tired shaft. After the two of them succumbed to the peaks of pleasure they'd worked so hard to discover, I went and kissed Fran and whispered our plans to her. 

I went off to the hot tub and joined the others. Fran came along five minutes later with Aidan in tow. They both slipped into the water. Little was said. We all just lay back and let the hot water do its job on our tired bodies.

After about twenty minutes, the girls and I got out, found our clothing, dressed and slipped out the door. It was three a.m., and with no traffic we could take the direct route and were home in twenty minutes. We shed our clothes and were in bed asleep in ten more.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 08



Aidan responded, "Well, I don't think it's silly. Steve is in love with all of you too, so I'm following him as a role model. I've made love to each of you, last night included, and before that we've each talked and talked about all sorts of things. I've been growing fonder and fonder of each of you. I guess it reached a head with Ally last week, and I'm sorry for making you fret over my love letter. I should have sent it to all of you. Last night, that was my epiphany, that I'm in love with all three of you - oh, and Gale and Nancy too."

He paused and went on, "Steve suggests that I date each of you singly and collectively, the same way he did." He looked to me for encouragement and support. I nodded.

Sheila asked cautiously, "Are you trying to woo us away from Steve?"

Aidan looked shocked. "Oh, good god, no. I don't want to hurt him at all. He's my friend and mentor."

Fran said, "Well, what do you want? What would it look like if you were successful in your courting process? Then what?"

"I'd ... errr ... I think ... I'd want to ... We could ... I have no idea." He shook his head and added, "I only know that I want to be close to the three of you ... really the four of you because I include Steve in that too, except I don't think I want to make love with him."

We all laughed at his unintended humor. We all knew I had no bisexual tendencies except I did love to watch someone making love to one of the girls.

Sheila asked, "What about Nancy and Gale? The Reddicks and the Dunns?"

Aidan shrugged, "To be honest, I want it all. I want to be their lover, consort, and companion too. I've loved them for a long time and we have a comfortable relationship as friends and lovers. I don't want to change that if I can help it."

Ally reached across the bed to the plate of muffins. In the process, the sheet fell completely away from her body displaying her complete nudity to everyone. She ignored the erotic act and retreated with a honey-glazed trophy, except now we could all see her completely nude body, including her delightfully tight pussy.

A long silence prevailed. Aidan finally said, "Did I piss everyone off? Should I leave?"

Sheila giggled and said, "No, I think you should take your clothes off and get in bed with the rest of us. I'm rarin' to go again, even if no one else is. The memory of last night's orgy party may not dry out my pussy for a month. It won't take much to get me revved up again."

Fran said, "I second that. If you want to be our lover, then you better get to work. We're a pretty demanding bunch of pussies. Just be gentle when you and I are together. I got with a couple of roughnecks last night that seemed to want to prove their manly nature to me in a double penetration, and I willingly let them and damned the consequences. Today, the consequences are a little achy, particularly my ass."

Ally said, "Oh, goody, we're going to fuck. I love fucking. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me, pleeeeeaaaazzzzzeeee."

Aidan stood and looked at me. I was already pushing my briefs back down my legs. He started to strip off his clothing, and when he was through he ended up between Sheila and Ally. The two of them pounced on him as though they were tigers and he was red meat. I nestled in beside Fran, aware that she wanted this to be gentle and loving, and that's the way the two of us made love that morning.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 09



My boss at Franklin, Didwich, and Casso - FDC - Derek Rogers, looked concerned. "Steve, if we lose the TCI account the sky will fall on this company. As a client they represent about forty percent of our profit and easily about half the workforce - that's nearly five-hundred people."

My knees knocked together with the implications of what would happen if TCI defected to a competitor of our systems and consulting company. So much of FDC's business came from them we'd often joked about being a TCI subsidiary. 

I said, "I'm speechless ... but I've never worked on that account, and I don't know any of the players in their company. Oh, I know many of our own people on the job, but I've never interacted with any of them because so many of them are working full time in the field."

"That's precisely why the Executive Committee picked you for the job."

"ME? But ... but, won't TCI want to see an officer of the company, someone like you."

"Thank you, but no, they want to see a young up-and-coming manager like yourself that does honest work on behalf of his clients - you know, eyeball to eyeball. They know the officers of our firm are wrapped up in running FDC and not in delivering the real work. That's where you come in, you and your knack for creativity, innovative solutions to client problems, and great interpersonal relationships with your clients."

"And, what do you want me to do?"

"We want you to go down to their head office in New Jersey and talk to the heads of the various projects we are working on. I'm embarrassed to say that we haven't done a quality check with them for over a year. We each thought someone else had a rein on it. That's something you may want to fix. Are we doing OK? Where could we improve? Are there some of our people that they want to see more or less or none of? Are they happy? What would make them ecstatic? You get the idea. We need to know the answers for every single project we have with them - about twenty five separate efforts of various sizes spread across the country - the world - in their various major offices."

"Travel is involved I assume." I guess I'd been lucky; my client work for FDC had been in Boston or within a short drive from there. I hadn't been on an airplane for any reason for over a year, and rarely before that. Now, I sensed, I was about to become a road warrior.

"Yes, a lot for a while. If you pull this off, you'll be promoted to run the overall client engagement - even become a partner in FDC, but one whose nose is in the field. I needn't tell you what a coup that would be in terms of salary, bonus, benefits, and perks, and heck, to tell the truth, you'll be running all the projects as it is, and the other stuff will come soon. We all see you as a rising star, so I'm sure it'll work out all right for you."

"I live with people who depend on me to be around to support them."

Derek said, "I've heard about your rather unique living arrangement. When the travel gets to be too much, we'll arrange for your partners to visit you and usually you can always be home on the weekends. That decision is always yours."

Derek added, "Your partners depend on you, but so will several hundred of your colleagues in this company, including me. I have great faith in you."

"When do you want me to go out there?"

"First thing tomorrow morning. Jesse will take over your workload effective immediately; I happened to see her earlier this morning so she's aware of what we're asking of you. She's probably waiting in your office right now to talk to you and catch whatever you've been doing."

I nodded reluctantly. I had a host of conflicting emotions sweep over me. I felt honored for what had obviously become the most important job in the company. The work would be high visibility, a chance to shine, and a chance to get a promotion and a large financial boost to my life style. On the other hand, the travel bothered me. I would end up in a dozen or two different cities where TCI had major sites, probably hopping between two or three of their offices each week for the indefinite future. I loved my girls - Fran, Sheila, and Ally - and I didn't want to be away from them. 

This whole situation put me in crisis about my home life.

I trudged back to my office, talked to Jesse for two hours, dumping file after file into her capable hands and talking like a fire hose while she took notes on her iPad. About four o'clock I had my flights and hotel reservations for the rest of the week, plus an outrageous schedule of meetings until late Friday afternoon when I'd catch a flight from New Jersey back to Boston in time for a late dinner and the weekend.

At home, I borrowed one of Sheila's roll-on suitcases and figured out how to pack what I'd need the rest of the week into the small bag. Besides my business suit, I needed casual clothes - just in case, and I wanted my exercise attire so I could jog or use the hotel's gym in my overnights.

At home that evening, Ally found me trying to figure out how to pack smelly jogging shoes in my suitcase without everything else starting to smell like a men's locker room.

"You must have to travel for business. Spray each shoe with Febreze, and then put each shoe in a separate Zip-Lock bag. You should take a couple of extra bags for sweaty running clothes, dirty underwear, shirts, socks and such. If you're lucky some hotels have overnight laundry service too, although it tends to be expensive."

I asked her, "How do you know so much about business travel?"

"When I interned for Saks as an assistant purchasing agent, I had to be away a couple of nights each week over that summer with the woman I reported to. The more experienced women taught me a lot about traveling, packing, and so on."

"I think I need an intensive course tonight. I just got a new assignment, and it looks like I'm going to be traveling every week from now until doomsday." I'm sure my voice betrayed my lack of enthusiasm for the situation.

"Wow. You mean ... you won't be in bed with us? Oh, Steve, I'm not happy about that."

"Neither am I. I mentioned it to my boss and he said they'd fly you out to me, or I'll be back here on the weekends."

"That sucks."

"There is an upside."

"What?"

"Promotion, salary increase, big bonus, high visibility, a whole set of perks - some of which I won't be around to enjoy, but they'll be there nonetheless."

"What's the new job?"

I described how I'd just become the linchpin in rescuing the jobs of about five hundred colleagues at FDC who worked on various TCI projects. When Ally understood the critical nature of the daunting task ahead of me, she looked duly impressed and her demeanor softened. She even knew some of the people in my company that worked on those projects.

Sheila and Fran had a similar response to my sudden job change that would take me away from them week after week for the indefinite future. The three of them got clingy during dinner, and later I had a command performance to make love to each of them. I had to 'fill their love bucket' so they could last without me until Friday night.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 09



Jane was panting as though she just finished a record-setting sprint. "God ... where'd you ... learn ... to fuck ... like that? You're ... sensational."

I said, "A while back I took a Tantric sex class."

"You're not married are you?"

"No, I just have some serious girlfriends."

"More than one? They must love you."

"They do!"

After a silence, Jane said, "There's more to that story, isn't there, something about there being multiple girlfriends?"

"It's a little bit personal."

"Spill it."

"We live together."

"So what, lots of people do that today."

"I live with my three girlfriends."

"Three!" Jane gasped. "Now I realize what I was sensing. Wow!" She paused and asked, "Do you have an ... how can I say this, 'an open agreement'?"

"Sort of. I called them on the way here. I didn't want to violate any trust between us. I hope you understand. This was all on me and how I was feeling about ..."

Jane interrupted, "You are a gem." She kissed me. "We are going to have a lot of fun together, and someday I hope to meet your partners."

I added in an undertone, "They're sisters."

"Sisters!" Jane exclaimed in awe. "What'd you do to create that arrangement?"

I explained about independently dating Fran and Sheila, the shock at a dinner one day, and then our moving past that and getting together until Ally, the youngest sister, decided she wanted to be part of our relationship.

Jane laughed at the points in my story I'd now made humorous. She asked, "Are they ... bisexual ... or you know, do they play together?"

"Sometimes, we're very open and very sexual with each other. We're still in the honeymoon phase based on what we were talking about at dinner. I imagine some of that will wear off after a while, maybe because I'm going to be on the road so much."

Jane chortled, "Maybe you should get your brother involved ... or another guy to keep them satisfied while you travel."

Gong! I thought, what a great idea, and I knew exactly who to call the next day.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 10



I received a hero's welcome at home about eight o'clock Friday after the trip home from Pittsburgh. The girls had held dinner for me, and were hyper-attentive to my every need. Ally helped me unpack and deal with my dirty clothes. She snickered that I hadn't used my gym clothes, and that I must have gotten my exercise some other way. 

Fran made sure I had a glass of Chardonnay with ice in it, and some light hors d'oeuvres. Sheila fussed in the kitchen to get things reheated. I sat and expressed my gratitude to each of them, as well as my delight in being home with them again.

Fran had apparently been 'elected' to ask the delicate questions that hadn't come up in our short talks or emails. "Steve, tell us about your ... hook up in New Jersey."

I grinned and slowly each of them grinned back at me. "Her name is Jane Ellis, and she's one of the senior executives at TCI - the one responsible for most of the projects my company has with them. Apparently, we both found the spark of friendship really early after we met. Jane told me she wanted me within the first ten seconds of meeting me. I think she feels stronger about me right now than I do about her, so strong that I think she probably wanted to tell me she loved me when we parted. I'm close but not there yet."

Ally said, "It's OK by me for you to love her, just don't stop loving us."

"I have no intentions of stopping my love for any of you. You know I strongly believe that a person can love multiple people at the same time - and I include intimate, sexual relationships as part of that. I feel that way about Nancy and Gale too; from our intimacy together, we've grown very close and developed emotional feelings for each other."

The girls all nodded.

As we talked I pulled my iPhone out of my pocket and showed them pictures of Jane and some of the other people we'd worked with during the week. I described more about Jane's background, her role in TCI, and how she was using the weekend to do a little soul searching because I'd rocked her world so much.

I speculated, "And I suspect, particularly after this past week, that the three of you are feeling similarly inclined about Aidan. Right?"

The heads kept nodding.

Sheila said, "Aidan treated us like princesses all week. He told us you'd called him and urged him to come and make us happy and attend to our needs. Thank you. He did, and not once did any of us feel that he was trying to supplant you or undermine you or change how we felt about you. He was supportive of you and us."

Ally said with a touch of humor, "One might have thought his presence in the evenings was to be sure we were here with him, and not out cruising the bars and clubs with our friends where we might meet an 'outsider' who might win our hearts." She laughed at the thought.

I admitted, "I felt as though I took a risk in sending him here. He would have discovered I was away and found you anyway, but ... well, I really did care about you guys and wanted you to have the fun of interacting with him, and of allowing him to be your protector for a few days."

"He did well on all counts," Fran volunteered.

Sheila said, "You know we're seeing him tomorrow for dinner and evening festivities with the Reddicks and Dunns."

"Yes, I assumed that was still on." I thought for a moment, "Oh, one thing about Jane. She's very insightful. She not only finagled from me that you three were my partners, but also learned about Aidan, thanks to the photos he sent, and based on that accurately surmised that there are others in our relationships that we are intimate with. I had to duck or postpone answering her questions beyond that level of knowledge, but she knows there's a lot more that she wants to uncover about me, us, and whomever. She's very curious, but I trust her."

Fran said, "I think you should bring her up to visit some weekend soon, maybe when we're getting together with one of the groups like the Fabulous 5 and the swing group my parents have. We could try to blow her mind."

"Hey, she's my main client and I have to tiptoe so we don't blow all our business with TCI out of the water. That's a complicating factor."

Ally said, "That's what you get for dipping your pen in the company inkwell."

The rest of the weekend went predictably. Our dinner with the Reddicks and Dunns went smoothly, Aidan was a perfect gentlemen and I encouraged him to be a visitor to the girls the following week. Gale had created a den of iniquity where we could all make love in sight of each other. She also insisted that we keep changing partners, recognizing the fact that I hadn't spent as much time with my three girls as I liked the prior week. We parted warmly and satisfied at the end of the night.

Sunday, we did a 'Love In' at the condo with just the four of us. I spent dedicated quality time with Ally, Sheila, and Fran that included lovemaking while the others were out somewhere. In the evening, we talked about how I should respond to Jane, but there were no big action steps beyond the obvious ones of being nice, kind, loving, and managing expectations. The last point was a major emphasis from each of them. We also talked about Aidan being with them the coming week. After that, we went to bed, and I made love to the three of them.

Monday morning, I caught the seven a.m. flight to Newark Airport, and I was at TCI headquarters by nine-fifteen. This week, I'd be in New Jersey the entire week.

Jane lit up in a huge smile when I stuck my head in her door, blew her a kiss, and waved hello. I didn't even say anything, just waved. She was busy, but I could tell I'd made her day with the mock kiss.

I started meeting with the teams from my systems and consulting company, FDC, that we'd reviewed the prior week. I'd broken down my recommendations to each team into two parts. Part A were general things that most all the teams needed to do to improve the work and relationships with TCI, and Part B were a project specific action list as I saw it. 

The first couple of teams were a little nervous until they really understood that I was not there as a hatchet man. After that, they started to really get onboard with more ideas and recommendations, even adding and elaborating on their own. The two teams I did that day left our meetings really fired up and full of motivation to improve things. 

I finished about five-thirty, and sat in the conference room I'd been assigned going over notes for Tuesday's meeting with three more teams. About six o'clock, Jane sauntered into the room looking relaxed and ready to quit for the day.

Jane asked, "Do you have plans for dinner?"

I smiled at her, "I have nothing scheduled until nine tomorrow morning."

"Well, I'd like you to come home with me for drinks and dinner. You can see how I live, and we can see how the evening progresses from there."

"I should follow you in my car I assume? I have to check-in to the hotel again."

Jane paused and looked at me a long time. She then said in a soft voice, "You don't need the hotel. I was kind of hoping you'd stay with me."

I smiled warmly, "And I was kind of hoping you'd invite me."

I called and cancelled the hotel, and via a text also let the home front know I'd be staying with Jane the rest of the week.

Jane had a cozy three-bedroom, mid-century home overlooking a wide brook in Chatham, New Jersey. She'd obviously done a lot of renovations recently, because the house looked new, but the neighborhood was made up of well kempt older homes that were all well landscaped. Probably the most renovated room in the home was the kitchen. The room had obviously been enlarged, but I couldn't figure out what other room was taken to create the modern eat-in room that sparkled with stainless steel and black glass appliances, and granite countertops.

Jane disappeared upon our arrival to 'slip into something more comfortable.' In only a couple of minutes she reappeared looking like a genie from 1,001 Nights. She kissed me, and then tasked me with opening a bottle of wine and serving as she pulled some prepared dishes from the refrigerator. She explained that she'd done some cooking over the weekend in anticipation of some dinners at home with me. I could already tell the meals had been made with love.

I poured us wine, as she warmed a few dishes and cooked some fresh pasta. The dinner consisted of some al dente Mediterranean vegetables, and Beef Stroganoff over linguine with a yoghurt-sour cream tomato sauce. Jane knew how to cook and combine ingredients to perfection. She explained over dinner that ten years earlier she'd spent two weeks at a cooking school in Belgium just for the fun of being there, traveling, and meeting new people. She also confessed the trip had been to celebrate the end of a relationship that had gone stale, and had probably been her last serious vacation.

Her last admission led us into a long discussion about what made relationships go stale or fall apart. Jane confessed they had each fantasized about the ideal mate, and then tried to force each other to be someone they weren't. At the same time, her partner had become very needy and clingy, exhibiting jealousy at every outside contact she had, including the people she worked with. She sighed and commented that through some study and analysis since, she'd worked through what she had done and why that and some of her other attempts at long-term relationships fell apart.

Jane said, "I am a very independent woman, as you know. My career means a lot to me, partly because I'm proving to others and myself that a woman can be a high achiever and get the promotions, pay, and recognition she deserves. I guess I threaten many men, particularly those that want 'the little woman' at home raising two-point-three children in the suburbs - the proverbial soccer mom."

I softly said, "I'm not one of those men."

"Oh, I know you're not. I could tell in the first minute we interacted. You accepted me right away and without reservations. It was in your eyes. You started with each new person you met assuming they were competent, smart, knew what they were doing, and even worth more than they'd already achieved. That's rare. I wonder if you know that you've left a trail of new friends behind everywhere you've been in TCI, and I mean people that want to spend a lot of time with you and get to know you better."

"That's the way I was taught by my parents to see people. Everyone is competent and smart; they just need the right situation and job elements to shine. I see that in our own people, and I'm going to be doing some minor shifts of staff so people get in those positions where they can move into their high performance pattern."

We finished dinner, put things away, and then sat in her living room and continued to talk. Jane cuddled up to me, pulling my arm around her shoulders, but not before I took some pictures with my iPhone of her in the genie costume. When we sat to cuddle, Jane made sure my hand came to rest on her breast. I'd already noted that genies didn't wear bras.

About nine o'clock she led us to her bedroom, and I found some novel ways to extract a series of orgasms from deep within Jane's body. I enjoyed the satisfaction of being with a multi-orgasmic woman, especially one so primed to want to be with me.

After we were recuperating from round one of our lovemaking, I pulled Jane to me. I asked, "Jane, what are you looking for with us? Based on our earlier discussion, I want to make sure we're on the same page about what's going on here. You mentioned different expectations and such, and ... well, I just think we should be explicit about them."

Jane was silent a long time, and then she kissed my chest. "Steve, you are breath of fresh air in my life and something I've needed for a long time. You've already softened the hard case I'd become, and I'm grateful for that. You've made me like myself better in non-work settings. I'm not about marriage or stealing you away from your partners up north; to the contrary, I'm more attracted to you because you maintain those relationships the way you do."

To test the waters further, I said, "So you're not looking for monogamy or exclusivity?"

"Oh, lord, no. Somewhere along the line I've come to see that those are memes or ideas that we've locked into our society on a global basis."

"Can you love more than one person at a time?"

"I think so. I see you doing it, and I'm fascinated. I assume you are in love with your partners."

"I am."

Jane continued, "I mentioned last week that I think you have some other extended relationships you haven't yet admitted - sexual ones. Those don't bother me, and again I'm fascinated if I'm right as to what those look like."

"Some might shock you."

"I doubt it. I've become very liberated in my thinking about anything in the relationship area."

"What about sapphic relationships?"

"Not a bother. I've never tried one, but the idea doesn't repulse me in the least."

"Between sisters?"

"If everyone is a consenting adult and no one is being hurt or taken advantage of, then what's the problem? I know from what you told me that your partners are sisters. I sort of assumed they must have some sexual interrelationship with each other too, although I didn't go too far in my thinking about that."

"In laws?"

Jane gulped. "Double wow! You can make my eyebrows go up as to how many societal strictures you may be breaking, but to me the same rule about consenting adults applies. I think those could be beautiful relationships full of love, again if no one is being dominated or unduly coerced into something their core values reject, I say go for it." She added, "I assume someday you might tell me more."

I nodded but added, "And a broader circle of friends?"

"Ah, I assume this is where I got the feeling that you were a swinger in some part of your life. I would apply the same rule about consenting adults. Does everyone in such a situation wake up the next morning glad about what happened the night before?"

I praised her, "To my knowledge, yes. You have some unique and nice ways to look at this whole arena of unusual relationships. Have you ever done anything like what I laid out?"

Jane was silent for a while as she really thought about what I'd asked. Eventually, she said in a soft voice, "No, but I'm open to try. Maybe you can lead me a little in this. I've never had the opportunity, and to my knowledge never known anyone that even thought about 'unusual' relationships. I'm what you might call a consenting adult, but I've had no one recently to consent to except you. All prior boyfriends were plain vanilla."

"Well, someday very soon, my girls want me to bring you home for a long weekend. You could meet them, and maybe the Hensons, Reddicks, Dunns, and our friend Aidan, and maybe a few others. I suggest you take a step at a time, digest how you feel, and then try the next step if you want."

"I'd really like that - to meet your friends, the sisters, ... and your lovers." Jane smiled, and then her hand dropped down to my cock, and in only a minute she had awoken the beast in me again.

Jane whispered, "Now, come be my lover." I caught a little emphasis on the last word she spoke, but for now let it pass. She mounted me and soon we were in the heat of a passionate lovemaking session again. We fell asleep after that one, tangled together and very taken with each other.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 10



I teased him, "Oh, I know and that's why I always try to give them at least ten times as many orgasms as I have."

Aidan squeaked, "Ten times? My God, I had no idea ..." He balked, "I only ... oh, I'll have to work on that."

"Oh, each of them, Sheila especially, has come to expect nothing less during our evenings. I've actually mastered the skill of bringing two of them off simultaneously. I haven't gotten all three of them to cum simultaneously, but I'm working on it."

"Man, you are my new idol." Despite Aidan being near my age, his social age seemed to be further behind, thus I felt he looked up to me and even attributed some characteristics to me that a younger brother might give an older brother. Occasionally, in talking with him, I even felt like a supportive parent coaching a young adult." It felt fun to have a brother again; my own brother Doug, older by four years, lived outside of Chicago and rarely visited or called. I wondered what Doug would think when he learned of my living arrangements.

I thought about Aidan's remark and stopped teasing, "Aidan, don't make me an idol. I'm your friend. I'm always willing to share my knowledge and experience with you, and I hope you feel the same in supporting me."

Aidan said in a serious tone, "Oh, I know, but you set me up with your partners - you want me to have sex with them and keep them happy, and I do try to do that and not trample on your toes. You know I love all the girls."

"I do, and I am grateful that you aren't trying to drive a wedge between them and me, particularly when I have to travel so much for a while that I can't spend the time I want with them."

Aidan nodded, "I saw a picture of the woman you've befriended in New Jersey - Jane. She's beautiful and sexy."

"I'd like to bring her home with me some weekend. If I do, I'd be counting on you to be around to help keep her and my partners happy. I might even borrow Dave, Chip and Sean too. Jane's never been in a group sex situation, and the idea scares her a little. You don't have a chest-thumping ego, so you'd be non-threatening to her; I'm sure she'd like you a lot. She has a hard edge from fighting her way up the corporate ladder, but she tells me that I've helped her soften that severity in her style in many ways. I have a difficult time seeing that side of her, because she melts like warm butter in my presence."

"Do you love her like Fran, Sheila, and Ally?"

"Things are heading in that direction."

"Will the girls be jealous?"

I responded, "To be sure, you'll have to ask them, but I think in the way people might expect a lover to respond, the answer is no. We all want more time with each other, but I don't begrudge them the time with you, and I don't think they resent the time I spend with Jane, even if we have sex together. To think that way you have to see the bigger picture of the long-term relationships and how they interplay. I think the Law of Karma comes into play too; Jane and the girls know I would never do anything intentional to hurt them. If I did, I know it would cycle back and hurt me in some way. If I unintentionally do something, they each know that I will go out of my way to make it right and to mitigate any pain or injury."

"Isn't everyone like that?"

"I wish." I'd seen enough crumbling relationships to know that there was a lot of bad karma being spread around.

Dave had come over and joined us, and he'd listened to the last interchange. He added, "When Jean and I raised the girls, we tried to teach them not to be jealous of what other people had or did. It's a non-productive emotion, plus it's passive. We do better to take some kind of action if we see that kind of situation - either distance ourselves or get more involved in some way."

Aidan asked him, "What takes the place of jealousy as an emotion?"

Dave said, "Well, one word is compersion. It means feeling happy that your friend has or did something that made them feel good."

I added, "That's why I'm not jealous of you having sex with the girls. I know that each of you will get pleasure and joy from the act, and even develop a closeness to each other than will double those feelings. Because that's what I want you all to feel, I don't mind your interaction with each other because I feel a secondary happiness that I did a good thing for each of you in asking you to be there for them."

Aidan said, "That's sort of like altruism."

I hemmed and hawed, "Altruism to me is unselfish or selfless concern for others. When I asked you to be with my lovers, I was being selfish and acting in my own interest. I wanted to feel good knowing that Ally, Sheila, and Fran were taken care of and able to get a healthy dose of sex from someone they like. Thus, I felt good by that request. I also didn't want the girls going out with just anybody, or hanging out somewhere they might meet somebody that doesn't think the way you do about driving a wedge between them and me. So, I acted out of my own self interest."

Dave said, "Steve's right. Even in our swing group, we often do the same thing Steve asked you to do. I've had guys we know come by and keep Jean happy when I've had to be away. It's not that I'm afraid she'll stray or leave me, it's that I get a deep satisfaction knowing that someone I love is happy and having a blissful experience. That makes me feel warm inside, and I confess I get off thinking about her with some other man."

Chip had joined us with Lyle close behind. He said, "I agree with Dave. Lyle and I often have to travel for work, and we always suggest that the other stop by and see our wives. If they have sex, that's great. If they don't, that's all right too, but I want Gale to have the opportunity to have a good experience while I'm away and usually she does. I get erotic reports on my telephone calls home that brings me home horny and in a more caring mood about her. It's a win-win all the way around for all of us involved."

Lyle nodded in support of what Chip had just said.

A voice from the living room said, "Dinner's ready. It's buffet style. Come and serve yourselves, and then find a comfortable place to eat in the living room. You guys have to join us. No more separation of the sexes."

As I walked past her on the way to buffet table, I smiled at Gale, "I really like it when the sexes are merged with each other. Might you want to try that option a little later?"

Gale kissed me, "I thought you'd never ask." She poked me in the ribs and turned to pull some of the women from the kitchen and also start them through the buffet line in the dining room.

We all chattered through dinner. For a while, I was the featured member of the group as Nancy, Lyle, and the others had me talking about Jane and the work at TCI. I explained that I wanted her to come up to the area for a weekend, and I wanted to expose her to a group sex situation so she could see what it was like. I showed pictures of Jane, and Dave, Sean, and the others started to drool over my sexy friend in the genie costume. I got them to pose, took a picture of them, and sent it to Jane with the title, 'Some of your secret admirers. I showed them your genie picture.'

A couple of minutes later I got a reply, 'You're embarrassing me, and I am deeply flattered. I look forward to meeting your friends in many ways. Love, J.'

I noticed Jane's use of the word 'love' in her text. I hoped I'd done an adequate job of managing her expectations about how I felt and where our relationship might go vis-à-vis all the other women already in my life. The previous week, I'd gone out of my way to not hide my feelings about any of my partners, Nancy, Gale, Jean, Rita, or the others in our growing circle of intimate friends. That said, I knew I was falling for Jane.

Later, after dinner and some sexual activities, I lay on an exercise mat covered with a sheet, that Chip had invested in for the living room floor so that we could all be in the same room with one another when we made love. Gale and Rita were tightly cuddled into my arms on either side of me, and both were dripping my cum from their pussies. Nearby, Aidan and Jean were coupled together, beyond them Dave and Ally, Sean and Sheila, and Lyle and Fran. Chip and Nancy were on the sofa obviously enjoying the afterglow from their sexual time together.

We had watched Chip blast a load of cum into Nancy's tight little pussy. I could almost feel the pleasure in me that washed through them as I watched their response to each other. Her moans and his grunts apparently inspired the other couples that hadn't completed their second round, and like dominoes, the other orgasms started to arrive one after the other. 

I tried to imagine how Jane would fit in with this group, and what she'd think of the sex and relationships between the various players. I could hear her little speech about 'consenting adults can do what they want about sex,' but there's often a difference between theory and practice. I wondered where Jane's boundaries really were. Maybe I'd find ways to test them.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 10



I leaned forward and kissed her; "Those are exactly the kind of reactions I'd hoped to provoke." I ran a finger down her neck, circled her naked breast and gently pinched her nipple, and then continued slowly down her body until my finger slid along her soaking cleft.

Jane had shut her eyes to focus on the exquisite torture I delivered, "Will you fuck me now?"

"No."

Jane's eyes shot open. "No? Why not?"

"Because we have about an hour or two of good sunshine on the outdoor pool, and I want to swim. I also want to see how other men gawk at your horny body, and see how they develop hard-ons because they'd like to have you back in this room so they could fuck you until you begged for mercy, maybe five or six of them at a time."

Jane's look softened. "I may have to then wear the more revealing of the two swimsuits I brought with me, if that's what you hope to see. Maybe if enough men ogle my body, you'll be more appreciative of it ... and take better care of it in a sexual way," she teased.

I kissed her and licked my finger wet from her slit, "In no more than two hours; I may not even last fifteen minutes with you looking so hot."

Jane pulled a new micro-bikini from her roll-on suitcase. There couldn't have been more than a few square inches of bright white material to cover her vital areas. I watched as she slipped the tiny bra on and adjusted the two pieces of material so they just covered her areolas and nipples. The bottom half, covered her landing strip of pubic hair, but only had butt floss in the back. I marveled at how a mid-forties woman could look so good and so appealing in something so small and revealing.

I quickly slipped into my modest bathing suit, glad that I'd retained some ab muscles and kept a relatively flat stomach. Jane put on a cover-up, as she called it. I put on a casual outer jacket, and we took the elevator down to the pool level. Only a few people were about on the pool deck, but I noted that it was just before five o'clock, and I deduced that at five the major conference of doctors being held at the hotel would adjourn for the day, and a flood of horny MDs would surge onto the pool deck looking for eye candy.

I picked two chaises in the sun, and we spread out our towels. We took turns spreading sunscreen on each other, and then we both stretched out to read. After a few minutes, Jane flipped onto her stomach. She reached around her neck and back and slipped out of the top part of her bikini, her modesty in tact as the front of the bra still covered the vital part of her boobs, and of course she was lying on them anyway.

About that time several sets of double doors opened near the hotel conference rooms and a flood of mostly males surged onto the pool deck, hungering for some real sunlight after the day-long pasty glow of fluorescent bulbs in their large conference room.

I estimated that it took less than two nanoseconds for the first males to spot Jane's now monokini, her rounded ass, and her mostly nude body. I had to admit, the way she lay gave her ass the more shapely appearance than when she stood, and it was very inviting.

Slowly, groups of men started to circle the pool so they could walk by our recliners. I decided to feign sleep, so I allowed the book I'd brought to slide onto my chest and I shut my eyes only slightly behind my sunglasses. I wanted to see the looks on their faces.

Jane faced away from the flow of admirers as the first several groups came by and ogled her shapely legs, perfect ass, bare back, and obviously well endowed tits. She kept reading her book, occasionally turning a page.

The dynamic of an approaching group was interesting. The alpha male of the group would position himself so he would pass closest to Jane. The others would serve as his wingmen, not that they too weren't interested in the fine piece of ass he led them past. I could hear various discussions about tumors, MRIs, CT scans, and other doctor talk as they approached, but in passing a reverent silence was adopted as every man assessed Jane.

After two groups had passed, I whispered to Jane, "Baby, I want you to do something for me."

"Why do I have a feeling this is something sexual?" She almost giggled.

"Because it is. I want you to spread your legs a little, as though you want that sun to give you a tan right up to your beautiful little tight cunt."

"You are so nasty. Anyone walking by could ... could ..."

I finished for her, "See the small bit of material that covers your pussy, and wish they could put their tongue right on top of it."

I watched as she shifted slightly and spread her legs as though by unconscious thought. She outdid me, however, because she also raised up on her elbows a little more so that from the side, more of her full breasts could be seen without actually seeing the nipple or areolas.

Jane said, "How's this?"

"I'll give you a report in a minute. Here come two more groups of men."

Tongues were practically lolling out of the mouths of the six men in the first group as they strolled by, feigning disinterest in anything but curing something. The second group actually came to a complete stop to study Jane from several angles; obviously they approved of the display of the GILF.

As they departed, Jane rolled onto her back, taking care to keep her tits covered with the small triangles of material. She magically retied the bra in position and then lay back to bask in the sun, her large sunglasses covering her eyes. I glanced at her bikini briefs and saw a wet spot forming. This whole exhibitionist game was turning her on.

Two more groups passed by us, and I noticed a couple of repeat visitors in each group. I think Jane was becoming famous. Jane dropped one foot off the chaise onto the pavement, the effect was to widen her legs slightly more than before only with a less obvious intent.

I could see several men with lumps in their pants they were so lusty for Jane's body. The more she did this, the hornier I became. I had to reposition my book over the top of my bathing suit so my hard-on didn't show. Finally, after more than a hundred gawkers had passed by, Jane sat up abruptly. As she did her breasts nearly fell out of the bra, and several tremors rippled through her breasts that obviously shimmied and shook like fine Jello. 

"Steve? I'm feeling a real need for us to go back to the room. If you don't take me back, I'm sure one of the fine looking physicians will be more than happy to be sure I'm taken care of in an appropriate manner."

I rose and started to pack up our things. Jane stood and slipped on her cover-up, a misnomer since it didn't cover nearly as much as a more timid woman might have wanted. 

We sauntered into the hotel, found the elevator to our section of the hotel, and rode up with five other men I took to be attending the conference at the hotel. Jane and I held hands, and I tried to look as though I was always this lucky to have a woman like this on my arm. The docs got off on a couple of floors below ours. We had a high floor that included a majestic view of downtown Atlanta.

In the room, our bathing suits were gone in seconds, and we were coupled and making love in no more time. Jane lusted after our sex act so much I wasn't sure I'd be able to satisfy her, even if I could go nonstop all night.

Jane said, "Oh, god, I'm so horny. I can't believe I displayed myself like that to all those men; I felt so wild, so slutty."

"You were a hit."

"Oh, fuck me. If even one of them walking by had suggested something I would have fucked him on the spot."

"Oh, we really are sexually aroused, aren't we?"

"God, all day. No underwear. No bra. Going almost nude in public, and even in the elevator I could feel my pussy dripping in anticipation of this. I think the man next to me could smell my sex; he visibly sniffed just before he got off the elevator." She ground her pelvis up into mine as I pushed down into her quim.

I regaled her with some of the looks she gotten, and the more I talked the harder she fucked me from all sorts of positions. She also started to pop off small, medium, and large orgasms as we rolled around on the bed.

At one point, I was doing her doggie style. Jane looked back at me and said, "Do my ass. Fuck me in the ass. I've never done anal, so you've got to be very gentle. I don't know why I want this, but if I'm going to be a slut, I want to be a good slut. I want to be your slut in every way possible."

I leaned forward and kissed the middle of Jane's back. I said, "Don't go away, and don't move." I got off the bed and went into the bathroom to my shaving kit. I'd put a small bottle of massage oil in there, in anticipation of giving Jane a massage, but this seemed a better use for the liquid.

Jane watched my return. I held up the bottle. "Lubricant. You'll be glad." I took great care to make the experience an erotic and sexy experience for her, starting with fingers and then graduating to the real thing. She was taken with how lewd and salacious the experience was, repeating over and over about what a slut I'd turned her into, and then she nicely discovered that she could have an orgasm that way, and then another. I suggested she use one hand on her clit to augment the climaxes, and then she really started to enjoy her anal sluthood. Eventually, I came in her ass just as she peaked again. We fell forward with me impaled inside her, a point she marveled at.

As I kissed her repeatedly in our afterglow, I maneuvered so we were face to face. After a particularly poignant kiss, I gazed into her eyes. "Jane, I love you."

"Oh, god, Steve, I love you too. Thank you. I think I've been in love since the moment I saw you. I love you. I love you. I love you." Jane threw herself back into my arms and her kisses were so passionate I thought my lips would end up bleeding.

I smiled and kissed her back, "And I love you." We had a hug that under other circumstances might have broken bones, but this just confirmed to each other how we felt. We eventually parted and made out for a while as Jane leaked my cum from her ass onto a towel we'd strategically placed on the bed. When our bodies were more or less back to normal, I went and got two warm washcloths and used them to soothe Jane's rear end.

Eventually, we showered, and dressed for dinner. Since she was leaking from our sex, I conceded that she should wear panties, even with a makeshift pad of strategically placed tissues inside.

In the upscale dining room, we got a table in a corner away from the mainstream traffic of the restaurant. The place was full of doctors in various clusters. 

Ever the gentleman, I gave Jane the seat where she could look out and survey the room, while I stared into a dark corner when I wasn't looking at Jane. This also put Jane where her shapely legs were on display. I hadn't anticipated that she'd be recognized as 'that hot woman who'd worn that white bikini poolside.' Even facing away, I could hear the shift in the buzz from the rest of the room.

I glanced at Jane. She blushed. "Oops. I think I've been identified as the slutty sexpot that's staying at the hotel."

"I think so too. I bet every one of them knows that you just had anal sex for the first time too."

Jane threw a morsel of bread at me. "I have to admit that was unique. Thank you for being so careful with me. We'll do it again someday, but not the rest of this trip."

I speculated, "What you might want to try sometime, is having two men please you at the same time: one in your pussy, and one in your ass. We've done that - the girls and I and a friend, and I'm told it's an unforgettable experience and one full of pleasure and mind blowing orgasms of all kinds."

Jane studied me, "I ... I'll think about that when the time comes ... I'll probably try it. You have me so psyched up about sex, I'm ready to try anything at least once."

"Don't let me dominate you. I do love you, and I don't want to run over you and end up having you do something you later regret. Some of the games are sexy and fun, and we don't even do some of the others or even think about them."

"Like what? S&M?"

"That, plus water sports, enemas, dom-sub as in Fifty Shades of Gray, bondage, rape fantasy, exhibitionism - which we only flirted with today, voyeurism, huge gangbangs - although there's a line there somewhere, and on and on. We just steer clear of most of this stuff as being too over the line."

"That's good to know. It sounds like your limits are where mine probably are. I can't believe how naïve I've been about this part of my life."

"Are you glad you're changing?"

"Oh, yes, absolutely, but more than anything I'm glad I'm in love with you, as crazy as this relationship is as it unfolds."

"Crazy?"

"Well, you love me and we have a burgeoning relationship, but you also love Ally, Fran, and Sheila, and I think several other women you are intimate with, and I think we all know about each other and what we're up to. I may be crazy, but I'm so willing to try some of the things you do or are involved with, and I want to meet everyone and be an equal participant in some way. I don't know how I'll end up thinking about it, but I'm smart enough, I think, to not let something haunt me if I tried it and I end up not liking it."

"Good. I'd hate to lead you down the primrose path, and have you end up in years of therapy."

"Oh, I've done some therapy, but I came out of it a better person and more self aware. I'll tell you about it someday soon, but it had to do with one of my early break-ups."

Our dinners arrived, so we shifted our conversation to other subjects, even talking about our expectations about work the rest of the week.

After dinner we strolled around the hotel grounds, even making a circuit of the beautifully lit pool we'd sunned at only a few hours earlier. After kissing in the shadows for a short while, we went upstairs, and made love before falling asleep in each other's arms.

*****

To be continued



Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 11



Sorry for the delay. Traveling. This story spans multiple genres.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 11



Our threesome thrived, as we loved each other. I brought my best skills forward to please Sheila and Ally, and I know their moans and sounds drifted into the living room. We'd left the door open so we could hear Fran and Jane, and that meant they could hear us.

Jane must have loved her initial sapphic experience because I kept hearing her moan, and then an occasional word or announcement of an impending peak experience on Fran's tongue or fingers. As the three of us lay together enjoying our afterglows, I heard Fran start to moan and instruct. Apparently, Jane had decided to take the initiative and try the other side of the equation. I even heard Fran mutter a few expletives as she was prone to do when she started to orgasm.

I got up, made a bathroom stop, and then went and peeked into the living room. I wanted the two of them to come to our bedroom so we could be together in one room. 

Fran squinted at me as Jane thrust her tongue into her vagina like a small cock. Jane used her thumb on Fran's clit to amplify the action and suction. From what I could see, she was doing pretty well with a member of the same sex.

I knelt behind Jane's naked body and enfolded her in my arms. I felt her reluctance to break away from eating Fran's pussy. "Both of you come into the bedroom. Use the other bed if you wish, although I'd like to make love to Fran, and I know Ally and Sheila want to be with Jane."

The two stood, came together in a full frontal kiss as their naked bodies pressed against one another, and then holding hands, Fran led Jane into our bedroom. Following them and watching their sexy nude bodies strolling through our apartment gave me another hard-on because I thought it was so sexy.

Sheila held her arms out to Jane from the big bed. Jane looked back at me; I wasn't sure if it was for acceptance or for permission. I knew Jane had become somewhat dependent on me in her rapidly escalating sexuality. I didn't want to push her, but I knew she wanted to stretch her horizons rapidly, so I'd been leading her in those directions.

I gestured for her to go to Fran's sister, and Jane moved into the position I'd been in next to Sheila. Ally returned from the bathroom, and I gave a nod for her to join Jane and Sheila. Ally seemed pleased with the idea based on her smile, and her enthusiastic move to join the pair who had already started kissing.

Jane initially acted surprised at having two nude women suddenly with her. She alternately kissed each of them as their hands roamed wildly across available skin – breasts and pussy being the most sought after erogenous zones.

Fran came into my arms and we kissed, running our tongues together in the space between us as we pushed together. I led her to the queen bed, and without much foreplay we joined. When I questioned her, she told me that Jane had her revved up so high she thought she'd burst if I didn't get my cock inside her right away. She whispered to me, "I really like Jane. She's so nice ... can we keep her?"

Fran wanted an energetic fuck from me, something she occasionally requested even though I'd made her sore a few times. This kind of lovemaking took some effort on both our parts, but particularly on mine since I had to take command of her, push her around somewhat roughly, and thrust harder into her body than I normally did. Soon, I had Fran letting out a little shriek on each of my hard thrusts into her body as I knelt behind her in the doggie position and hammered into her. Fran also liked me to slap her pussy or ass or breasts as we did this sort of rough stuff. This wasn't my mode as I never hit a woman, but to honor her wishes I gently swatted at her body parts. Each time I did, Fran seemed to have a small climax.

When I tired of our straight fuck, even able to watch the three women together, I tossed Fran onto her back after swatting her rear end, and then lightly boxed her pussy and breasts before jabbing my shaft back into her love box. Fran shrieked with joy, and rose to meet my every thrust. We were calling each other crude names and talking dirty to each other.

On the other bed, Sheila, Ally, and Jane had formed a small daisy chain. Each woman ate out the next in their circle with fingers and tongues moving rapidly to pleasure each other. I watched them change direction once. Sheila and Ally were expert at pleasuring a woman, so Jane became the target for their sharing, exploding into one orgasm after another as either Ally or Sheila worked her pussy area over.

After a few more orgasms spread around the five of us, I went and lay beside Jane. "Hi Babe. Everything all right?"

"Oh, much better than that," Jane muttered with her eyes closed, still enjoying the overall glow of sexual satisfaction from the past couple of hours. "I never knew being with another woman ... or women ... could be so gratifying. I had a huge misconception about what sapphic sex was like, how I'd feel, and now you have a new convert."

"Have you gone totally off men?" I put a worried tone in my voice.

Jane snickered, "No, but I now have a broader base by which to compare performance than the heterogeneous sample I had up until tonight. You'd better be on your toes. Your partners really understand how to make this woman's body sing."

I chortled, "Where do you think I learned some of my techniques?"

The way Fran was sitting, my cum started to seep from her pussy. Ally noticed and immediately went down on her sister's cunt with her tongue wagging wildly as she lapped at the sexual juices from the two of us. 

Jane watched Abby and Fran with abject fascination. Finally, she said, "May I try?"

Abby moved aside, and Jane's head went between Fran's legs. She tentatively licked Fran's pussy and the last of the white goo oozing from within. After her initial sample, Jane really got into another new dimension of sex she'd just found. She lapped and sucked on Fran's pussy with audible sounds filling the room and turning the rest of us on again.

Finally, Jane stopped right after Fran had a small climax. She turned to me, "I've had you cum in my mouth, and I'd eaten Fran a few minutes ago, but the combination of the two of you is ... well, outstanding. I want to do that again ... maybe with others too."

We all lay back and rested. Sheila was nearby and leaned across my body so Jane could hear her; "Did Steve tell you about the Tantric Sex retreat we took about a year ago?"

Jane's eyes opened and she looked obliquely at me; "He mentioned it, but didn't make a big deal of it. I've never known another male to be as proficient at making love as he is."

Sheila continued, "He got an A+ in the class. We know one of the other couples that were in the class, and he's still struggling with some of the practices. You'll meet him tomorrow – Lyle. He's a really nice guy, a good lover, but compared to Steve, he maybe got a 'B' in the class."

I moved to defend Lyle, "Hey, no bad mouthing our friends. Lyle gets better and better every time we get together with them, or so you guys tell me. He's trying hard, and you have to give him something for that. I know he's reading up about the various techniques."

Sheila said, "Fair enough, and you're right. But you are still the best lover I've ever had."

Jane said, "And how many is that?"

Sheila paused and frowned. "I forget, but because of some of our swing parties I went from six before I met Steve to ... uhmmm, maybe about twenty five."

Ally poked her sister in the ribs and said, "Slut."

Sheila turned and in a humorous tone said, "It's Miss Slut to you, Sis. And, I watched you setting a few records at these events too. What do you add up to?"

Ally puffed out her tits and proudly said, "Twenty nine. I hope to break thirty tomorrow night, if someone new is at the party. There's a good likelihood of that since some people we haven't met yet are coming according to Mom." 

We laughed and Sheila added, "Now, who's the bigger slut."

Fran and Ally took the queen bed, and Jane, Sheila, and I slept in the king bed. Jane woke me a couple of hours after we went to sleep. She whispered to me, "Can we go and talk in the living room so we don't disturb the others?" We both slipped out of bed, and went into the other room, carefully closing the door behind us.

"What's up? You all right?" I wondered if Jane was having second thoughts about the open sex we'd engaged in a few hours earlier, as well as the planned sex party that would start at the Reddick's home at six o'clock Saturday evening.

"No. No. I'm fine," Jane said reassuringly after we shut the bedroom door so we wouldn't disturb the others when we talked. "I am just wound up so tight, I'm so happy, and I'm feeling so loved I can't stand it. I'm loaded with sexual energy, and you did tell me not too long ago to wake you if I felt this way. I just had to make love one more time before I tried to sleep, this time with you, please."

I pulled Jane to me, and we kissed and then started our foreplay that led to our middle of the night sexual interlude. I didn't try to extend things, and instead focused on giving Jane a top-notch experience to cap off her night. Twenty minutes later, I carried Jane back to the master bedroom. She was dripping my cum and had been the recipient of six major orgasms in that short time period, this from a woman who six weeks before wasn't sure she could even have an orgasm except with her vibrator. I cradled Jane in my arms as a sleeping Sheila unconsciously snuggled in behind me for my warmth.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 12



Jane got nervous again on our drive out to the Reddick's home on Saturday evening. Her jitters got all of us a little worried about the evening until Fran became aware of what was going on and called us all on it. "Hey, everyone. I can understand Jane's worries about meeting a new group of people who all want to jump her body ... or she wants to jump theirs, but the rest of us have done this several times and there's no need for us to feel jumpy or worried. We know everyone at the party will be friendly, loves us, wants to bring us pleasure, and wants to accept the pleasure we bring them. So, let's stop wringing our hands."

Fran's remarks even made Jane calm down - slightly. Jane had been sitting next to me in the passenger seat of my SUV twisting another tissue into confetti, a nervous habit I'd seen before.

Jane turned to the girls in the backseat, "I feel like such a slut, almost as though I don't know who I am suddenly. If you'd told me a few months ago what I'd be doing tonight, I would have laughed in your face. Now, I'm ready to fuck or be fucked by a bunch of strangers, and I know I'm going to enjoy every second of it. I just hope I'm not going to wake up tomorrow and wonder about the sexually crazed person that took over my body."

Sheila said with a chuckle, "All women have an inner slut. Some manage to deny it or contain it, but for many it shows up somehow - in how they live, in their fantasies, or how they behave when they are alone in bed with their fingers and toys. We've chosen to live a lifestyle where we can savor our inner slut, bring it out, let it act on our behalf, let it bring us pleasure, let it carry us to new vistas and experiences that most people on the planet never know about. I like the uniqueness this lifestyle brings us."

Jane turned to me, "Do men think less of a woman ... think of her as a slut when she does what I'm about to do?"

I laughed and so did the girls. We'd had this discussion months earlier. I responded, "I wouldn't post pictures on your office door. People love to judge, particularly about what's acceptable and unacceptable when sex is involved. People feel they have the moral high ground to impose their memes and beliefs on everybody else. If you don't think about sex exactly the way they do then you're a slut, a whore, a gigolo, and a worthless piece of humanity. Further, they'll tell you that you're contributing to the complete downfall of society, warping the minds of the young and innocent, creating a decadent society, and debasing all of womankind. Because of that propensity, we talk cautiously or not at all with others about this lifestyle or evenings like this. The more important question is do you think of yourself these ways?"

Fran added, "People have a double standard too. They criticize online porn, erotic stories, and pictures, and then the same people turn around and behind closed doors download and buy the stuff in huge quantities that support an adult industry that's over sixty billion dollars a year worldwide, larger than all the professional sports activities put together."

Ally added, "To keep ourselves 'level' about the topic, we talk to each other, which is nice. We know how each other think too, so we can anticipate issues, but there have really been few. There are online forums too, and those are good because you can remain anonymous yet share or get questions answered or discuss feelings and reactions. Oh, yes, there's a book called The Ethical Slut that you'd love; it covers all things sexual without judgment ... really with approval. One of its themes is that you can set your own standards, to hell with everyone else."

Jane said, "Steve mentioned the book. I do feel I'm doing that, and those new standards are throwing away some of my boundaries and dramatically moving others. The changes are leaving me a little unsettled as I get used to the new landscape."

Sheila said, "If you ever want a sympathetic ear, or you feel bad about some aspect of this new life you've carved out for yourself, then please call one of us or talk to Steve. We're very open about it and our lives with people we know."

Fran said, "We all went through the thinking process you seem to be in to get to where we are. Personally, I wouldn't want to go back to the old me, to my old boundaries and standards."

We all agreed with Fran. For however awkward the transition had felt, we were now living in a new lifestyle in a different place than we had months earlier. I guess we had youth working for us, because we'd weathered the transitions so rapidly.

Most of the group was already assembled by the time we walked into the Reddick's beautiful home. I took Jane by the hand and escorted her around as introductions were made. Jane had dressed seductively, wearing a very short skirt - with no undies, and a backless scoop neck top that left no doubt but that she'd also gone braless. The skirt accentuated her bubble butt, and the shirt invited those nearby to sneak looks of her shimmering breasts.

As I took Jane around, I sensed two things during the introductions. First, the men I introduced her to were exceptionally interested in Jane, and I could almost see them salivating at the new pussy in their midst. I certainly saw a few swelling lumps in pants. Second, I knew Jane well enough that I sensed her evaluating the men as lovers and fuck buddies. She played her seductive best, acting coy, aggressive, sexy, and alluring to some degree with each man. She made a visible impression on everyone.

As we passed by Gale and Nancy, they gave me particularly warm welcomes, and then in the family room we found Sean and Rita, and Rita blatantly announced she wanted my cock deep inside her warm pussy for at least an hour that evening. Since I couldn't think of a more pleasurable hour, I promised I'd find her early in the evening.

I whispered to Jane that she could do a lot worse than spend some significant time with Sean. I knew from the girls that he had a reputation as a caring and considerate lover who never left his partners wanting in any dimension of lovemaking. I also knew that these were important factors to Jane.

We joined the others in a buffet dinner and a lot of lively conversation about everything other than sex, how we'd partner up later, or what the highlights of the evening might be. I knew from past conversations and comparisons that these questions were on most people's minds, but we denied ourselves those discussions as though to tease ourselves, and perhaps as a form of foreplay.

As we sat eating from the potluck buffet, I assessed the group more objectively. For the first time, there were more men than women. Lyle and Chip told me the larger group had decided to tilt the balance that way for a number of reasons: the preponderance of women, particularly those I brought, and the fact that the women wanted more orgasms. I laughed but saw the logic in the decision. Chip explained that the new men had been carefully vetted and almost all had a record of discrete multiple partner relationships.

As food was put away and some of the dishes cleaned away, the foreplay did start. Sean and Rita joined Jane and me, Rita immediately snuggling into my arms for a round of passionate kisses. I heard Sean assuring Jane that she could set the pace and acceptability of anything they did, but he never got to finish his speech because Jane jammed her tongue down his throat and put his hand up under her blouse in a sexy move. She'd be just fine.

Rita and I took over our end of the long sofa in the Reddick's family room, while Sean and Jane had the other end. Across from us in a love seat and broad armed cushy chair were two other couples, so we had a lot of erotic eye candy to watch. I knew the other couples from the group the Henson's had introduced us to a few months earlier. They got down to business faster, set a norm for nudity in the room, and then for fucking.

Also in the family room was the large TV playing a new porn video Chip had bought. This one seemed to have a series of small skits involving sex among nurses, doctors, and patients in various group combinations. In one scene, a gangbang seemed to turn on the entire cast.

Even as Rita and I got down to business, I kept checking in with Jane. She watched the two of us and the two other couples, pacing herself with our activities. After she and Sean coupled, she devoted herself to popping off little climaxes and being a worthwhile sexual partner.

Bill Hicks, the man fucking Betty Whitmore on the love seat, said to Sean and Jane, "Hey, want to switch?"

Before Jane could process and evaluate the request, Bill had pulled out of Betty, and Sean had jerked his cock from Jane, and the two men passed each other in the middle of the room. Jane welcomed Bill's long prong into her body with a smile of joy and understanding; she was getting in the spirit of the evening.

Not to be undone, Greg and Marie, the other couple, also suggested a swap about five minutes later, so Greg and I switched partners. Marie turned out to be a hot little number with a cunt that not only flooded the two of us with her luscious juices, but also seemed to have an internal temperature significantly higher than anything I'd experienced in other pussies. I brought Marie to two quick orgasms over the next ten minutes. At that point we separated to go explore the rest of the house.

Before leaving the room, I checked in with Jane. "I'm going exploring, you all right for a while?"

Jane responded, "Oh, I'm better than all right." Bill kept pumping his cock into her, now in the doggie position. She added, "Would I be too big a slut if I tried to fuck every cock here tonight ... or maybe got in a gangbang like you talked about one night in our dirty talk? The one on the TV video looked sort of interesting too. I'm really horny."

I chuckled, "No. If you're serious I'll see if I can't arrange something for you."

Jane grunted over Bill's shoulder, "I'm in the groove now, and I want everyone in my groove. So, yes, I'm serious."

I waved at her as I walked away. In the living room, I found Lyle getting it on with Jean Henson. She was also sucking on the cock of one of the 'extra' males in attendance and looking supremely contented.

I interrupted them as I knelt on the other side of Jean and presented my soggy cock to her. She started to alternate sucking on the other guy - Mark Someone, and me. I asked, "Lyle, any chance of some kind of gangbang for Jane? She's really getting into the spirit of things, and this is a whole new experience for her. She thinks she'd like to fuck every cock here."

He laughed as he stroked into Jean, "Happens a lot with first timers." He turned to Jean and apologized for leaving her to Mark, the recipient of her blowjob. She didn't seem the least upset. Lyle said to me, "Come with me."

I followed Lyle to a large hall closet. He moved a few things, and pulled out a padded massage table. He said, "We'll set this up in the family room, and start directing the men in there to service her. How's that sound?"

"Perfect." Two minutes later, the massage table was set up. I pulled Jane from atop Bill's cock, and positioned her on the table. Although they'd watched us set up the sturdy table, I declared to Lyle, Bill, and Greg, "Let the gangbang begin."

I pumped my cock into Jane for about thirty seconds before turning her over to Lyle. He looked really pleased to have a turn on her, and went to town. Jane was moaning in ecstasy as each new cock penetrated her body and started to work on her. I noted that she was already dripping cum from her pussy, so she'd be very full by the end of the night.

I walked back into the living room, and politely announced a 'Gangbang Jane' evening was underway in the other room. Three men who'd been idle immediately headed in Jane's direction.

I went to Mark and Jean, and suggested that Mark join the gangbang while I took over delivering pleasure to Fran, Sheila, and Ally's mother. Jean welcomed me with loving kisses and some words of love that reminded me of the special relationship I had with her. At Jean's urging, I eventually came deep inside her spasming cunt as she too had a massive orgasm.

We lay together for a while, and then I rolled beside her. We talked about Jane's newfound sexual energy, and I got some insight about how she would feel after fucking every man in the place. Jean told me she'd done it about once a year since she started swinging and loved the wanton feeling of fucking so many men in one shot, and also the feeling of cum pouring out of her cunt at the end of the evening. Of course, I'd filled Jean's pussy rather full of my cum too. A woman named Pat immediately knee walked over to us, "Can I help clean up the two of you?"

We nodded, and in seconds Pat inhaled my cock, cleaned all the residue from my lovemaking with Jean, Jane, Rita, and Marie, from my cock before burying her head between Jean's svelte thighs where she started to lick and suck my cum from her body. The lewdness of the act was visually stimulating, and I hardened in minutes, grateful for the quick recovery techniques I'd learned in that Tantric sex class.

Pat became aware of my arousal next to her. She reached over and pumped my cock. "Steve, please put that beautiful monster inside me and fuck me for a while. You and I have never fucked, and I want to get a few minutes of the 'Big Steve Experience.'"

Not one to put off a pretty lady, in this case one old enough to be my mother, I moved behind her, stroked my cock head up and down her slit a few times, and then sank into her body. As I did, I could hear Jean moaning as another orgasm approached, plus the sharp intake of breath from Pat.

After pleasing Pat with a couple of orgasms, I moved on, one at a time, to several other women I hadn't experienced in the large swing circle. I could see my girls - Fran, Sheila, and Ally - scattered around the rooms here and there, also having great experiences.

In one of my longer recovery periods, I went to check on Jane. A man named Cal was plowing into her sodden pussy as she alternately sucked on two other men. Five others stood by waiting their turn. Jane saw me and gestured me over by her head; she took ahold of my cock and brought my flaccid dick into her mouth. She did have a talented tongue.

Jane paused and said, "I've lost count, but I think I've fucked fourteen different men including you - so far. This is sooooo goooood. I've never been so orgasmic, yet these men keep pushing me to new peaks ... oh, fuck, ... here come another one." Jane's eyes winced shut, and her whole body shook under Cal's careful attention to her clit as his cock pistoned into her body. He apparently came too, because he suddenly stopped, his back arched and a moan of delight fell from deep in his throat.

Cal pulled away. Only then was I aware of how saturated with cum Jane's lower body had become. Besides dripping from her pussy and ass, from navel to knees she was covered in sticky sex fluids. I recalled something Dave Henson had told me, "Good sex is wet and sticky." Jane was having good sex, and she'd never forget the night.

I rounded up a few more men from the living room and back yard patio to sample Jane's pussy, ensuring finally that each man had visited her at least once. I counted twenty-four men at the party and eighteen women. I realized that I'd been with half of the women, leaving three of them - Sheila, Ally, and Fran - to other hands and cocks.

Rita found me again, and pulled me over to one of the exercise mats in a corner of the living room. We coupled and took our time making love as we talked about tonight's experience, how Jane would feel, and the right words to talk Jane down from her gangbang high, and up from the following low once she realized what a huge slut she'd been. Rita had been there only a month or two earlier. 

Rita laughed, "A gangbang is the most fun and most empowering thing a woman can do. Everyone would think it's degrading, but it's not - I guess it's point of view. 'You' have decided to fuck all these men - a conscious decision and vote for personal pleasure. But then you realize what a slut you are, and then you remember all the orgasms and cum and all the good stuff, but then you get depressed again because you think you're the most depraved woman on the planet. You get the idea: up, down, up, down - an emotional roller coaster."

The evening ended for us about two in the morning. Most of the men were beyond a short recovery time, and most of the women were sated with satisfaction, even the sapphic pairings.

Much to Jane's surprise, several women had come and cleaned her up with tongues lapping up the overflowing juices from her body. Jane too told me she hadn't swallowed so much cum in her life, both direct from the source, as well as jism snowballed with her from some of the women. She looked happy.

Sheila rode in front with me, while Jane, barely wearing any clothes on the warm summer night, cuddled in the backseat with Fran and Ally. I thought I even heard her have a couple of orgasms during the thirty-minute drive home. Even back in the apartment, Jane wanted to keep going with Ally, who welcomed Jane's advances. The pair sixty-nined on the living room floor while I watched and stroked my cock, awaiting a chance to fuck Jane properly. After a couple of orgasms each, Ally headed off to bed, and I cuddled Jane to me on the sofa.

Jane squirmed around as I went to hold her. She insisted, "Put your cock inside me. I want you to make love to me - I want to fuck some more. I could take a hundred more cocks tonight I'm so horny, but all I really want is yours."

I allowed Jane to assume the woman-on-top position as I penetrated upwards into her still squishy pussy. She guessed she'd gotten upwards of thirty loads of cum in her cunt, and half that number on her face or in her mouth.

Jane said in an amazed tone, "I am such a slut now ... and I guess I was before, I just didn't know how much of a promiscuous woman I really am. God, I fucked twenty-four men, every man at the party, and some of them came back for seconds because they liked my tight little pussy, although I got a little soggy after the first ten guys." She wiggled her pussy around my cock as she sat atop my waist.

I kissed her, "You had a good time. Did you get what you wanted tonight?"

Jane chuckled, "Cock, cock, cock. Yes, I got what I wanted."

We enjoyed a lazy fuck with each other, but after five minutes tears started to flow down Jane's cheeks. She fell into my arms, "Oh, God. I really am a slut. What man would ever want to touch me again? I'm a street whore with no morals - a dirty, filthy tramp who'll fuck anything with a cock." Suddenly, she started to sob into my shoulder.

I wrapped Jane in my arms, and showered her with kisses. Between the kisses I talked her 'up' from her sudden depression at what she'd done for the past eight hours. "Jane, I want you. I love you. I don't think you're anything other than a marvelous, beautiful woman who did a brave thing for herself tonight. You pushed so many of your boundaries in directions you'd never thought about. You are courageous and daring. You've had a rare experience only a handful of women on this planet have experienced, and you not only survived you had a hundred orgasms in the process."

Jane sobbed, "But I fucked everyone!"

"Yes, and made all the men and some of the women at the party very happy. You should be happy too. You weren't drunk or drugged out; you chose to have sex in a way that you deemed satisfying. I wish I had the capacity to do what you did."

Jane snorted and sniffed, "But men can't do that ... have back to back orgasms. Except you can get close to it sometimes."

I said, "But a hundred or more in one night is impossible, even for me. You may have set a record. Be happy about what you did."




Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 12



Jane sniffed some more, her tears slowing. She said haltingly, "You really love me?"

"Truly, madly, deeply," I told her as I kissed her again.

"But all those people at the party saw me get fucked over and over."

I said, "And, don't you think most of the women there have been on that massage table in the past doing the same thing you did tonight? Jean Henson, the girls' mother, told me she did one of those gangbangs once a year and loved it. Rita did one a few months ago."

"They have?"

"Jane, the party last night was a sex party, and every get together they have is like that. From time to time I know one of the women there does what you did. It's fun. It creates an experience you never forget because it's soooooo outrageous. Not one person that was there tonight thinks less of you because of what you did; in fact, I bet it's quite the opposite - here's this new girl who's a little aloof and shy and unknown at first, and suddenly she's one of the gang doing what we've all done from time to time - getting everyone to fuck her lights out."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better?"

"No, I'm not. Why do you think Lyle had that table so handy? Why do you think all the men knew exactly what to do, and the women too? They've all done it before, and many times. I do confess it was my first time at a gangbang, but I'm relatively new to that group too, plus the lifestyle."

Jane was silent for a long time, and we just kept up our motions to and fro each other's bodies to maintain the intercourse. Eventually, I heard Jane snicker, "It was kind of fun, and everyone was so kind and accommodating to my mood, and you're right, I'll remember forever; and, well I did peak out with orgasms and got more cum than the rest of my life put together, and it felt so good for so long."

"That's the way to think about this. You should know that I kept checking on you to be sure you were all right. I also talked to Jean and Rita about what to expect after the evening ended, and your alternating highs and lows are exactly what they've gone through - exactly."

"I liked Rita ... and she did a gangbang too. That makes me feel better."

"Good. We'll talk about it some more, but rethink everything I just said. You are a wonderful, loving, and daring person, and I love you. You could talk to Jean or Rita tomorrow if you want; they'll tell you how they felt and now think about what they did."

Jane said, "I want to tell somebody what I did."

"Who?"

"I don't know yet."

About then I felt Jane's vagina start to pulsate around my cock, milking the cum from my body. I allowed myself to jettison the last of my body fluids into her body as I filled Jane's cunt with semen. After we recovered, I picked up Jane and carried her into the bedroom. I wrapped her in my arms and made sure she was asleep before I allowed myself to wander off into dreamland.

* * * * *

To no one's surprise, Jane woke up with a sore vagina and ass late Sunday morning. Fran prepared a sitz bath for her, and got her relaxing in the tub. When she got out, Fran also had some lotion and internal female cream that soothed the area. Despite Jane's desire to couple, she didn't have sex with any of us.

I used part of Sunday to reestablish my love with Fran, Sheila, and Ally, making love with each of them one at a time. Jane initially thought it awkward knowing I was fucking someone in the bedroom while she and the others sat in the living room reading or doing other things, but as the afternoon went on, it became pretty normal.

Before dinner, I took a walk with Jane down to Harvard and around the square. She had another bout of second thoughts about her slutty behavior. This time, to her surprise, I used a little reverse psychology and agreed with her.

I told her, "Jane, I agree. You are the sluttiest woman on the east coast. You fucked twenty-four men and a few women, and had a shitload of orgasms. You must be trying for an award of some kind - the sluttiest person on the planet."

Jane's mouth fell open and she looked at me in shock.

I went on, "Yep. You'll get to work tomorrow and everyone at TCI will know exactly what you did last night. Heck, there are pictures probably all over the Internet now, plus videos of you putting out for every cock you could find."

In a worried tone, Jane asked, "Pictures? Videos?"

"But it's the rumor mill that will grind you up and spit you out in little pieces. Everyone at TCI will know what a slut works there. Right now the telephone lines between TCI staff are humming with how you degraded yourself and fucked everyone you could find. Heck, 'slut' is a kind word for some of what they're calling you. Heck, every male cock will want to sink into your slippery cunt. Some of the women will want some private time with you too, because you've now broken through the slut barrier and go both ways - men and women."

"You really think people will know? How will ..."

I interrupted her; "You know you're going to have to change your whole approach to life now too. You'll WANT to fuck all those cocks and lick all those pussies. You're going to have Marge schedule time in your day when two or three people can come into your office, you shut and lock the door, you all strip, and then fuck each other's brains out. There'll be a sign up sheet that's booked up months in advance."

Jane now started to see I had nicely led her from the reality of her depression and what she'd done into some far-fetched fantasy that could be laughed at.

Jane nuzzled her face into my chest. "God, Steve, I love you. Thank you. You know just the right things to say to get me to see the folly of my depression. I DID love last night, and I'd do it again too. I promise I won't get so 'down' on myself again."

I kissed her, "Jane, you may be a slut, but you're my slut, and I love you. Don't forget that. I like what you did, and as I said last night, I think it took a lot of courage to do that. You aren't to be condemned; you're to be congratulated."

We walked some more, and I added, "You said you had to tell someone. Just be careful, because whomever you tell just might be the focal point for what starts in the rumor mill."

Jane said, "I will. Hey, you mentioned pictures and videos. Did anyone do that?"

I pulled my iPhone from my pocked. After flipping through some secure apps, I held the phone for Jane to see. I had six pictures of her on her back fucking different men, plus a five minute video of her screaming for more cock as she tried to master the cock in her cunt, and two for her mouth.

Jane looked shocked. I said, "I'll put them up on the Internet if you want, ... otherwise they'll never see the light of day except for you and me - me when you're not around and I need some jerkoff material."

Jane whispered, "I want copies." She laughed with a lecherous tone. I know whom I'm going to tell and I want to show them from my own phone." I emailed the stuff to her, and showed her how to get them into a secure app that only she could access.

Monday morning we departed early for New Jersey. We were groggy from getting up so early, so our conversation was functional, even in the car on the way to TCI headquarters. Once there we each headed in different directions to get started on the week's business activities.

I put together a Wednesday evening cocktail party for the project personnel from FDC and the project people from TCI. On short notice, and with help from Marge, Jane's secretary, we got a band, a caterer, a bartender for an open bar, and a large space upstairs at an upscale restaurant called The Giraffe.

By six-thirty on Wednesday, over a hundred-fifty people crowded into the space I'd rented and were enjoying themselves. Jane and I circulated separately trying to get the two groups of people to interact, to dance, to talk to each other, and to make friends. We accomplished those goals as the evening wore on.

Things started to wind down about nine-thirty. Pam Goodwin, one of the first project leaders from TCI that I met, latched onto me, and we had a long conversation about traveling, consulting, our backgrounds, and so on. We also got in a couple of slow dances together. To my pleasure, Pam snuggled right into me for the slow dances.

Pat looked sort of like Courtney Cox, the actress: long dark brunette hair, stacked, pretty hazel eyes that could read my soul, and a personality that seemed to invite flirting and that hinted at wanted to do more than just dance and talk. Given the setting and my professionalism, I managed to keep everything above board with her.

Just as I felt that we were going to continue a mild and mundane conversation, Pam leaned in close to me and said, "Next time you have a party like you and Jane went to on Saturday, I want you to take me. I'd love to be in a gangbang with twenty-four big cocks." She grinned as she pulled back from our dance position.

You could hear my sharp intake of air at her comment. My jaw must have dropped open, and I'm sure you could have flown a 747 around inside my mouth it was so agape. My brain made a dozen connections, and now I knew whom Jane had talked to ... had shared her experience with.

"Errr, I'm not sure what you mean?" My response was automatic and waffling, attempting to maintain some innocence and preserve our various reputations.

Pam elbowed me in jest, "Oh, sure you know. The sex party and Jane's gangbang. She even showed me the video of her you took, and the snapshots. I am so jealous. I want one too."

My head swiveled around to be sure no one else could overhear her remarks. The room had thinned out; there were only a dozen people left, and most of them looked as though they were packing up to head home.

I turned back to Pam and stammered out, "Well, I guess we'll see." I needed to talk to Jane to see how much she'd told Pam, but from her few comments it must have been a lot.

The live band ended their set and started to fold up their instruments. I went and thanked them, as well as the wait staff that had worked with us all night. When I looked around for Jane and Pam, they were both gone. I knew I'd see Jane in about twenty minutes, since I was staying at her house again. We'd have our talk then.

I got my things together, settled up our tab with the restaurant, and headed to Jane's home. I parked behind her car in the driveway, and went in, using the key she'd given me.

A voice from upstairs said, "Up here, Lover. Come to bed. I need you."

I knew from an aside at the reception that Jane wanted to make love tonight. I never felt anything other than desire to be with her, so I dropped my briefcase, and trotted up the stairs pulling my tie off, and shedding my blazer.

I walked into the dimly lit bedroom and came to an abrupt stop. There on the bed lay not only a nude Jane, but also a very naked Pam. Both women were posed in a way that revealed every aspect of their feminine wiles to me.

Jane said, "Surprise!" She gestured to her naked friend.

I smiled and pulled clothes from my body as fast as I could. I got on the bed in front of the two women who now had their arms around each other as they kissed and fondled each other's breasts.

"I figured out that you talked to Pam about Saturday."

Jane chuckled, "No detail was too small to leave out."

"And you trust her with that knowledge, and that she won't tell others or misuse it."

"Implicitly, totally, and without reservation."

"I accept your trust as my own then."

As we'd talked Pam kept smiling at me, but also studying my rapidly inflating cock. Finally, it was too much for her, she reached forward and took my shaft in her small hands, fondling and running her fingers all over my shaft and balls. Before I could say anything further, she shifted position so she could take me into her mouth. 

Jane said, "We both want to make love with you tonight, Pam especially. She's had the hots for you since she met you on your first day here - just like me. I'm content to watch and orchestrate and take whatever's leftover. Make love to her." Jane came and kissed me, allowing me to finger her wet pussy.

"Oh, someone's been thinking about sex all day." I brought my finger to my mouth and licked.

"Yeah, and it got worse when I spent an hour with Pam over lunch telling her about Saturday."

"What made you start?"

"I had to talk to someone - an outsider. We've shared other 'hot' stuff before - mostly from her life, so we know we can trust each other. Our talk brought a few other things to our attention. She's wanted some intimate time with me in a bisexual way, she wants to get fucked by you and have more of a relationship, and she would love to be part of a gangbang and everything else we did on Saturday - maybe with your crowd up north."

Pam looked up from my crotch, "Time to fuck me, then we can talk and make nice."

On that note, Pam lay back and invited me to her cunt. I couldn't turn down a welcome like that from such a beautiful young woman, and so in seconds we were doing the dirty, and Pam proved to be an adept lover who was as involved in the action as I was. I'd noted at the Saturday orgy how some women lay back and waited for paradise to overtake them, while others were as eager as the men to bring pleasure and so they thrust their pussies towards the men, assumed unusual positions where they could pump and piston as well as the men, instead of being passive players. Pam fit in the latter category.

Jane watched the two of us as she rubbed her clit, fingered her hole, and talked dirty to the two of us. Pam egged her on, "Come on, Jane. Why don't you suck on my breasts, or get your fingers down on my clit instead of your own - or in addition to your own. Let's see if the three of us can cum together. Oh, God, Steve, you are a marvelous lover and you are hitting places inside me that rarely get attention. Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum in ... right ... NOW!"

Pam's first heavenly experience with me swept through her body leaving a shaking and quaking young woman as her cunt spasmed irregularly around my rigid cock. The experience almost tipped me over the edge, but I had plans for a much longer session with my new playmate.

As Pam obviously wanted to savor her afterglow for a moment, I yanked my shaft from her body with an audible 'pop,' pushed Jane onto her back, and was inside her in less then five seconds. Jane moaned in joy at my sudden incursion inside her body, and then threw her arms around me and kissed me hard with a lot of passionate tongue action. We spoke words of love to each other, and Pam swooned in sympathy beside us.

"You two are so romantic and loving. I hope I can earn a place like that in both your lives." Pam's words surprised both of us.

Jane urged me back to Pam after a few minutes, and so I reversed the process, even with the 'pop' as I pulled from Jane. Pam welcomed me with kisses and further passionate action. Again and again, I brought Pam to an orgasm, each one more expansive and impactful than the last, until she found herself in a state of continuous climax, groaning and writhing as the waves of bliss consumed her every pore.

"Ooooooooooooh, Gooooooooood. Neeeevvvveeeerrrr ssssttttoooopppp."

I filled Pam's cuntal canyon with my cum finally, succumbing to her spasms and passion. I fell into her arms and we cuddled and kissed with renewed passion. I reached out and pulled Jane into our experience, making it more of a threesome. If there were a shared love experience between the three of it, the next few minutes epitomized those feelings.

We dozed but none of us wanted to lose contact with the others. We were a new connection. 

Eventually, Pam asked me to make love to Jane while she watched us. We did, and then repeated the merging of our three bodies in a shared afterglow experience. We were vibrant and so alive; I knew I couldn't sleep. After Pam and Jane seemed asleep, I got up and covered the two of them with a light blanket, and then went down to the kitchen to have a cup of tea.

Just as I put the tea bag in my cup, Pam appeared in her naked splendor. I pulled down a second mug from the cabinet, and without asking made tea for her. After we sat down, Pam sat in my lap, exciting me so much that after a minute, she rose slightly, repositioned herself, and sat again, this time with my cock embedded inside her. We kissed in a tender and caring way.

Pam whispered, "You are so easy to love. I know it's too early to say that in our relationship ... our friendship ... but I feel that way right now."

"So do I. We'll see where this takes us."

Pam said, "Jane told me about your harem."

"Oh, a harem. I haven't heard that term. The three women in my life in Cambridge are sisters."

"I heard, and then you also make love to their mother, and many other friends."

"True. Does that bother you?"

"No. Not a bit. I'm enthralled and curious. I want to see it and bask in it and relish it."

I asked, "You're alone?"

Pam ground her cunt down on my shaft in an exciting way, "No, I'm married, and it's sort of a complex relationship. No children yet, but we have them in our family plan."

Pam's admission surprised me. "Errr, what was tonight then, an experiment at infidelity?"

"No, no! Pete and Bob know I'm here with the two of you, and I am here with their blessing. I think they and you think alike a lot. They hope to join us sometime when the time is right."

"They?"

"Yes. I live in a threesome with two guys. They're both on the west coast all week, and ... well, I get horny after being away from them for only a half hour, so you can imagine how I'm feeling Wednesday night when they've been away since Sunday afternoon."

"Well, I'm glad we've found a constructive way to help out. Does Jane know?"

"I mentioned it, but I don't think she took it in." Pam ground her cute buttocks around my pubes, keeping me hard inside her. "Jane would like Pete and Bob. I can envision a time when they make love a lot because they love each other and have so many common interests."

Pam went on to tell me more about her husband, where and how they lived, their other experiments with polyamory, and then their life histories. She got me talking more about my relationship with Fran, Sheila, and Ally, Aidan, and then the Reddicks, Dunns, Hensons, and the other couples and individuals in Massachusetts.

All the while we talked we sipped our tea and fucked in a beautiful way that celebrated the connection we were making with each other on multiple levels: mind, body, and spirit. Eventually, as Pam came, I shot a full load up inside her sexual warmth. The experience was heavenly.

When the after fuck tingles and glow had passed, I lifted Pam up and set her on the edge of the kitchen counter. I put her legs over my shoulders, and then started to feast on her pussy - the same pussy that slowly gave up the cum I'd shot into her twice that night. 

Pam exclaimed, "My God, you're eating your own cum."

"Mmmmm," I said with a tone of delight. I pulled away, "Yes, but it's mixed with your inner juices and doesn't taste bad at all." I lunged back into her pussy with vigor.

"You're even more wonderful than Jane said. I can't wait to learn more about you. You've already got my heart, and my head is following rapidly."

While my act surprised her, Pam relished the experience and enjoyed several orally induced orgasms before suggesting we go back to bed.

Then, feeling the relaxation and contentment of our new and deeper connections, Pam and I returned to the bedroom, snuggled up to Jane and slept.

At breakfast the next day I took a picture of Pam and Jane sitting nude on the kitchen table and both looking coy. Once I got to work I sent it to Fran, Sheila, and Ally, and explained that I had a new friend and lover in New Jersey. Replies were immediate: "We love her," "Bring her home with Jane," and "Can't wait to meet her; she's gorgeous." They all added something to the effect about enjoying her the rest of the week, and I knew that meant in a sexual way.




Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 12



Pam spent the rest of the week with Jane and me, at least outside of working hours. We were a good combination, obviously liked each other a lot, made love easily and without any sign of possessiveness, and gradually learned more and more about each other.

I left Friday afternoon to head home. Pam planned to spend that night showing Jane exactly how good a sapphic lover she could be 'without me getting in the way.' Bob and Pete got home on Saturday morning on a red-eye from the west coast, and Pam had also decided that the two men should come and make love to Jane as part of their welcome home festivities. I thought Jane would enjoy that, particularly since she'd had the gangbang and experienced so many other males penetrating her lovely body.

* * * * *

I spent the weekend making love to someone morning, noon, and night, and I sure wasn't complaining. Friday night I got a colossal welcome home from my three girls. Aidan had been away since Wednesday morning, so they were more than horny by the time I got home since he hadn't been keeping them 'occupied.' Saturday, after openers, we went out to the Hensons, where Jean kept me going most of the afternoon and Dave attended to his daughters. That evening Sean and Rita came over to the Hensons and the party continued. Sunday, Aidan returned and the two of us kept Fran, Sheila, and Ally busy and happy all day, switching around frequently as we put on little sex shows for each other.

Aidan had a kink where he wanted to have sex in public. He got all of us involved in his shenanigans on Sunday evening. We went down to Harvard Square for dinner, and after dinner we walked around looking for park benches on the campus, or alleys, or other indiscrete spots where we could fuck with a high likelihood of being seen. We were generally successful, and no one called the cops. Heck, in most places, at least one guy and a few couples stopped to watch us banging away, usually in a standing doggie position.

Monday morning, I flew back to New Jersey to continue working on the TCI projects. When I got to their headquarters, I stuck my head in Jane's office after saying hello to Marge, her secretary. Jane was meeting with another person, but gave me a wave of greeting. I left her alone.

I connected with the other consultants from my company and we started to create outlines for several of the major documentation deliverables. My idea for systems development in this part of the job was to create the draft documentation for the software, and then work backwards into the actual design specification and then the coding. The technique seemed to be working well, since it focused the team on what the end result should look like instead of having their head down in data elements and lines of code on a screen. By the end of the day, we were all tired but had accomplished a week's worth of work in eight hours. Everyone felt good, so I offered to take the team out to dinner.

I texted Jane my plan to go out, and a few minutes later got a text back, "Good idea. I have to work late. Bring me home a dinner please. I'll see you at home around nine. Love, J." This worked well. We went to the Old Mill Inn and spent most of the evening in the tavern part, drinking and eating bar food. About eight-thirty we started to bid each other good night. I ordered a take out quiche for Jane, and happily delivered it to her exactly at nine as I pulled into her driveway behind her.

Jane wolfed down the quiche, as she slowly revealed her weekend to me. First off, she gave me a hard-on describing how she and Pam had made love Friday evening and into the night. Jane had revealed her 'toy box' that she kept in a drawer in her bedside table, and the two had worked their way through every toy on each other until they'd lost count of the sapphic orgasms delivered or received.

Pam had picked up Bob and Pete at the airport as planned, and after taking them home to shower and change, brought them over to Jane's for an afternoon barbecue and then a fuck session that didn't end until Sunday evening. Jane looked very pleased with herself.

I asked, "So what happens now?"

Jane chuckled, "Well, you fuck me and I fuck you well into the night, we sleep, and then we get up and go to work. Late Tuesday afternoon, you and I fly to Kansas City to review projects there the rest of the week. Oh, yes, there's a surprise en route." 

"Huh? Surprise?"

"Yes, Pam's is coming with us. She's responsible for the largest two of the six projects in KC, and wanted to be there for those reviews. Of course, she also wanted to be there when you pull your Willie out of your pants and start to fuck ripe female bodies. I believe she wanted to be one of them, and I know I certainly do."

Somewhat in jest I said, "I don't fuck, I make love." I pulled Jane to me and planted a rather passionate kiss on her lips.

After a minute, Jane pulled away and fanned her face with one hand. "I'll say, and I do love you, and I love making love with you. I guess I fucked around so much this weekend that I'm using that cruder term for our activities."

"You didn't like the guys this weekend, only their ability to fill your pussy and deliver a few orgasms?"

Jane answered in a more serious tone, "The two guys are Pam's partners. I didn't want to pull any romantic stuff with either of them lest I irritate her. That said, I really liked Bob and Pete a lot - a whole lot. I could fall in love with either or both of them, and I think they felt the same way about me. We minced words when we were cuddling after making love, but I felt like we each wanted to say something significant to the other."

"Did you talk to Pam about it?"

"No, of course not."

"Well, I think some evening this week you two should talk about how you feel and how you think they felt. Pam is being very open with us, and even sharing her body with us in many ways. I certainly felt that the two of us were more than just a hot fuck for each other. I bet she won't mind in the least, and further, that she'll encourage you."

Jane pondered that reversal in her thinking.

When the food was gone and the kitchen cleaned, I led Jane up to our bedroom. I noted that I had started calling it 'our' bedroom, and she didn't object. I had started to wonder where all of this was going, particularly when the various consulting jobs for TCI ended, and I was no longer traveling to New Jersey. Maybe they'd never end, and this was my motivation to sell more business into TCI so I could keep coming back.

The two of us made sweet love with each other, an event that warmed our hearts and certainly made me feel very protective and loving towards Jane. I could feel the same vibes from her. We were on the same page. After two rounds of lovemaking, I cradled Jane in my arms, we whispered words of love to one another, and we drifted off to sleep.

Tuesday proved to be a challenging day, but at three o'clock, Jane, Pam, and I made a mad dash for Newark Airport and barely made a four-thirty flight to Kansas City. We had economy seats, and I took the middle seat of three with Jane by the window and Pam on the aisle. Only five minutes after takeoff, both Pam and Jane were asleep on my shoulders. The flight attendant walked by, looked at the two of them snuggled into me, gave me a wink, and finished her patrol of the aisle. I put my head back and dozed off too.

To be continued

Again, my thanks to Germandragon for his editing prowess. The mistakes are mine; the good grammar are his. 



Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 13



Jane's secretary had arranged connecting rooms for us at the Ritz, only about a mile from the KC TCI office. We took dinner and drinks in the hotel restaurant, and then walked around the scenic square just across a small river from the hotel. After that we went back to the hotel, stripped our clothing off, and Jane had me make love to Pam, much to Pam's delight. 

I prolonged the experience using the techniques I'd learned in my Tantric sex class, and as a result Pam had so many orgasms she eventually begged me to give her a rest and to transfer my affections to Jane. I did exactly that, but then went back to Pam after thirty minutes, and finished both off in a series of explosive climaxes.

Pam had become a blithering sexpot during our lovemaking. I whispered to Pam that I had very loving feelings for her and wanted her in my life forever. She told me that she'd fallen in love with me too, and so we made out some more as Jane lingered nearby kissing each of us. Eventually, I nudged Jane to start the discussion with Pam that we'd talked about the night before. Given where Pam and I were, I thought it would be a good time to bring up how she felt.

Jane hemmed and hawed a little, but then figured out how to express her feelings. "Pam, you know I love you, and I'm tiptoeing to be sure I don't hurt you. I want to tell you that this weekend I was having the same kind of feelings toward Bob and Pete ... and, unless I really misread them, I thought they were leaning my direction too." Jane's statement sounded somewhat mechanical and rehearsed, but it got the message across.

Jane had the wisdom to make that statement and then shut up and let Pam process what she'd just said. I kissed the two of them.

After a minute, Pam said, "Well, after making love with Steve - and falling for him, this'll sound odd to some, but I continue to love Bob and Pete. One of the reasons why is that they give me the freedom to do this, and even to develop other emotional attachments, although this is the first time I've had feelings of love over someone other than the two of them."

She continued, "I think Bob and Pete do love you, Jane, much as I do. I don't begrudge them that, nor do I think ill of you, nor do I want to change the direction things are going. I think this situation is developing into something really special for all of us."

Jane's next statement surprised me, "Oh, Pam, thank you. You're so understanding. I'm feeling like the old lady in all these relationships. I mean you and Steve are about the same age, and I'm twelve years older. Soon, I could imagine you guys go off and leave the old lady to fend for herself."

I jumped on her statement, "JANE, that's trash talk. Our ages have nothing to do with how we think about you. I love you, and that's independent of age."

Jane poured out some more words, "But Bob and Pete are your age, and your partners in Boston as even younger. I did feel some comfort with their parents, and with some of the older members of their swing circle."

"Stop that. Age has nothing to do with anything we're doing or thinking or emoting. We are not planning to ditch 'the old lady,' namely because I don't think there's one around."

Pam jumped in, "Jane, I love you too, and I agree with Steve. There's no reason to bring your age, or anyone else's, into any of our talk or decisions or anything. No one's thinking you're old, or someone else is younger, or anything like that. Please stop it."

Jane broke down and started crying. I pulled her naked body next to mine, so she was one-third on the bed, and two-thirds atop me. I rubbed her back and shoulders, and just cooed words of love to her. Pam went around and turned out the lights, set the alarm clock, and then snuggled in behind Jane. Gradually, Jane's crying jag stopped and she seemed to go to sleep. I continued to stroke her body and tell her how loved she was by everyone she came in contact with.

In the morning, we awoke with the alarm. I took Jane in one shower while Pam used the one in the other bedroom that we barely used. Jane seemed to put on a brave face for the day, and we went to work. Pam and I were both overly solicitous to Jane, and tried to cheer her up from the strange mood she'd plunged into as we dressed, ate breakfast, drove to TCI, and then started the day's meetings.

As the day went on, Jane got into her 'serious working role' and the down mood of the night before and the early morning evaporated. I had hopes that it wouldn't return. Come the end of the day, fortunately, Jane seemed more cheerful, and she told me she had an apology and explanation to make later.

Later turned out to be over the dinner table in a Southwestern restaurant near our hotel. Jane got Pam's and my attention, "I owe you both an apology, and an explanation for why I got all teary and maudlin and irrational last night. Concisely, I forgot to take my depression meds for the past few days and last night was the result."

I asked, "You mean like Prozac?"

"Exactly, except it's a generic that supposedly does the same things for me. I've been taking them for years for mild depression. I forgot to take them the past couple of days because I buried the pills in my suitcase and they weren't in their usual place at home. I should have recognized the symptoms right away, but it's been so long and I wasn't thinking about much beyond you two, the great sex we have, and all the other people we enjoy in a carnal way. Then, suddenly, last night, I crashed."

"Are you concerned about our age difference? Last night, that seemed to be the point that pained you the most."

"Yeah, kind of. I think anything like that would have triggered me off. I do think about our age difference, along with Pam, your three girls, and some of the others in New England."

"Jane, some of them are a decade or two older than you, particularly in what you've heard me call the extended group. The girls' parents are a decade older than you."

"I know. I know. I want to be the best for you, and in my mind that's a vibrant, sexy, experienced and horny thirty year old with an inexhaustible need for huge amounts of sex and loving, and the ability to give in the same measure."

"Well, I happen to love you just the way you are ... and you are exactly as you just described: vibrant, sexy, experienced, and horny. Don't change a thing."

Pam chimed in, "I agree. Please don't change, and please don't try to keep up with any crazy image you've created. I'm not sure anybody could fill that bill. Most of the younger set are no where near as sexy, vibrant, experienced, and horny as you just made them out to be."

I said to Jane, "Did it ever occur to you, that I fell in love with you because you are ten or twelve years older than me, and because you had an innocence about you about things sexual, and because you were sexy, savvy, gorgeous and horny. You're all those things, plus you're this high-powered executive at TCI who is great at motivating her people, getting results, and giving praise to the people around her. You are a leader on top of all the other wonderful attributes you have."

Pam said, "Steve's right. You're my role model in so many ways. When I grow up I want to be just like you, and let me tell you I've spent a lot of time looking for role models and mentors."

Jane snickered, "I think a mentor isn't supposed to fuck the people she's mentoring."

Pam laughed, "Who cares? I certainly don't, and that reminds me that we have a beautiful evening together - the three of us, and two of us are most desirous of making love to you and giving you a whole shitload of orgasms before you go to sleep with what we hope are fond memories of what we do to you."

Jane said with a chuckle, "Well, that sounds pretty good to me. Maybe we should settle up the dinner tab, and follow your whims. I know I'd like to deliver a couple of dozen climaxes to you too."

The rest of our visit to Kansas City went well: fuck, sleep, eat, work, and repeat as often as possible. We left on Friday afternoon, Jane and Pam flew back to Newark, and I caught a plane to Boston. We'd agreed we'd need to return to KC in a few weeks for a further round of sessions with the TCI work teams.

The weekend was spent like many others: fuck, sleep, eat, and work on household chores including my laundry. One exception to things was that Aidan had been invited by the girls to hang around and help keep them 'satisfied.' The Dunns and Reddicks had gone off in different directions to do family things with their parents. I didn't mind; I like Aidan, and in between coupling with my various partners, we had some rich talk about work and careers. Fran told me he'd been away Tuesday and Wednesday evenings to be with the Fabulous 5 - the name we'd given the combination of the Reddicks, Dunns, and Aidan.

Saturday morning, Aidan asked me to go to coffee with him, so we walked down to Harvard Square and splurged with coffee and a sugar coated doughnut. From the way Aidan had asked, I could tell he had something to ask me and he wanted to be away from the girls when he did.

We'd chatted about my travels and work during the walk down, but sitting at the outdoor table there was a long silence that I allowed to persist, figuring that he was struggling to find the right words to say something.

Aidan finally spoke, "Steve, I think the Fabulous 5 may become the Fabulous 6. I wanted you to know and to talk it over with you before I told the girls."

"Who's the addition?"

"A friend of mine from work named Joel Morgan. He's our age and a really nice guy who you'd like. I'd say he's like me, except I think he's smarter and more handsome. He's new at work, but the girls at work think he's a hunk, and he's made it clear he won't mess around with any of them because he likes the work at the agency and doesn't want to do anything that would create awkward situations for himself or anybody else there. He's sensitive to other people in that way, and seems caring and compassionate."

"I take it the Reddicks and Dunns have met him?"

"I took him out there for dinner and conversation on Tuesday evening. He had no idea that we were screening him for anything. He was just a friend of mine along for a nice dinner with some married friends. He got four thumbs up from Lyle, Chip, Nancy, and Gale, so on Wednesday, I got him to go back with me. This time we leveled with him about our relationships, and our wish to have him join us. I think we blew him away, but not enough that he thought badly of any of us. He became a full participant right away, and I'm told by Nancy and Gale that he's a thoughtful and skilled lover."

"And?"

"Well, the Fabulous 6 would like to get together with you and the girls this weekend. I think Rita and Sean might join us too. This would mean that Fran, Sheila, and Ally have another lover to contend with, if that's all right with you."

"Actually, I'm better than all right with it, providing the man is what you describe. I've always been worried about the imbalance between guys and girls when we've gotten together because I'm one guy showing up with three girls. I think it works for the guys, but I've always thought the girls got the short end of the stick, so to speak, because we're one or two cocks short, and someone has to do without at various times during our lovemaking sessions."

Aidan nodded, "That was my thought too, but also in conversations with Chip and Lyle, they also wanted to provide additional firepower for the women - more cock. As Lyle said, 'I'm good for two for an evening, but Nancy or Gale want to go all night long with others. I can help out with that, but with Joel we can really change things in a positive direction for the gals."

"Well, let's see how my partners take to Joel. As we found out with the larger group, not everyone has to love having sex with everyone else. I've noticed how Sheila and Ally both avoid Hal Reynolds, probably because he's so overweight they're afraid of getting crushed." Hal was a nice older man, but he'd let himself go to seed with each decade. 

Aidan said, "Well, if it's all right with you, let's go home and tell the girls."

We'd finished our coffee and so we started to walk. As we did, I hatched an idea with Aidan; we made a cell call to Gale who would be the hostess for the evening, and then a call to Joel. We were planning to surprise the girls with something different and unexpected.





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As we lay there on the sofa, I could hear whimpers of delight from the master bedroom, and I could tell the voice was Fran's. Joel had been working her over and over and over for the past hour as well, and from the groans, mewls, and other animal noises from that direction I could tell she was one happy woman.

I wanted to go and peek at Fran and Joel, but my plans were frustrated when a few of the couples in the living room rearranged, and I found myself starting to bring Nancy to a series of peak experiences. After her first series of orgasmic detonations, I glanced up to see Joel and Fran slowly move through the dimly lit living room to the kitchen. They both looked very happy.

I felt myself cringe inside as I saw how Fran looked at Joel. She was off the deep end and falling for him fast. He looked equally entranced with her. Gale and Sean stopped making out, and they too went into the kitchen for drinks. A little while later, Gale came out with Joel, and suggested that he join with Rita for the next round. I could see that Sean had claimed Fran, and my initial feelings subsided a little. I knew I could trust Sean.

I wondered if my unease was due to Joel being such a total unknown. Would he try to steal Fran or one of the other girls away from me? Did I have a hold on them? Did I just want to be a hog and monopolize all these women? I listed the women I'd made love to in the past month, and in some ways the list was embarrassingly long: the six women at the party, Jane, Pam, Jean Henson - the girls' mother, and then about eight more from the Henson's swing group. What was my problem?

I think the problem was that I was in love with some, including Fran, and the others were great fuck buddies. That old saying about setting butterflies free or something like that flitted through my head. If it was right for Fran to stay with me, she would; otherwise I had to set her free with no holds on her. I resolved to talk to Fran before the end of the weekend when I had to leave for New Jersey again.





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Afterwards, I spooned in behind Fran and we drifted off to sleep. I woke briefly when I felt Sheila and Ally get in bed with us.

To be continued.

As always, my thanks to germandragon for his editing of this novel. Thank god he's a fan and like to read my stuff and find my ridiculous errors. Those that remain are mine.



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Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 14



Fran sat next to me on one side and Pam on the other. Fran said to me in a confidential tone, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going out with Joel after dinner. I may not be back until tomorrow."

There was that knife again, jamming into my side and twisting. Fran didn't mean that as a result, but that's what I felt. I know she could see the horror or shock or regret on my face, but I tried to smile through it and said in a strained voice, "Oh, all right. I'll see you then. Will you two come to the Reddicks tomorrow night?"

"We're planning on it. I'm hoping you and I can be together then too."

Somehow her last statement hurt as well. Had I been reduced to the same level of caring and concern as Chip or Lyle or Sean, and Joel had moved up in preferences? We liked them, but if they suddenly vanished Fran would barely blink an eye, yet she professed to enjoy sex with them and I'd often heard her say the same thing to them.

I guess I got real quiet around the dinner table, and I let the others carry the conversation. As we left the restaurant, Fran headed off to get a cab to Back Bay, and the rest of us started to walk back to our apartment.

Pam grabbed my arm to walk with me, and she maneuvered so we were a good fifty to one hundred feet behind the others. She said in a low voice, "Steve, what's wrong? Did Fran say something that upset you? You were in a good mood until halfway through dinner, and I heard just about everything everybody else said."

"Yeah, sort of. As she explained as we left the restaurant, she was going off to see another boyfriend and spend the night with him."

"Ooooouuuu," Pam said with pursed lips. "I can see where that might upset you."

"Well, I'm trying not to let it get to me, but it does. Even though I am blessed with you and many other females in my life, I'm finding it hard for her to go off with Joel."

"Have you met him?"

"Once – a week ago."

"But there's something about him you don't like or trust?"

"No ... I think ... he's an all right guy. You'll meet him tomorrow evening." I thought for a moment, and Pam gave me time to think. "Maybe you're right. Maybe there is something about the guy that puts me off, but it isn't obvious and I can't put my finger on what it is."

"You really love Fran don't you?"

"Very much."

"Does she know?"

"I thought so." I reconsidered my statement and said, "Yes, I've told her."

"No you haven't."

"Huh?"

"Take this from an experienced woman who understands and is very sensitive about people's nonverbal cues. I'm also an intuitive. Fran is yearning for someone to really love her and love her deeply. Believe me, I could see it written all over her face. You may have 'told' her you love her, but the message didn't get through. You might think of stepping things up a notch or two or three until she gets that you are really serious about her – that is, if you are."

"I'd ask her to marry me, except now I'm not sure she'd say 'Yes.' I don't think she'd want to shut her sisters, mother, and our other friends out of the crazy relationship we've put together."

Pam and I walked a little further before she said, "I hope it's not too late. If I was in your shoes, I'd ask her on the first opportunity you have ... and you better have a ring in your hands when you ask."

"Do you think she'll accept?"

"She's starry eyed over you. This guy Joel is a diversion, and perhaps her way of signaling you that you better get off the mark, although she may not be conscious of what she's doing to try to change things. That said, she could get carried away with the new relationship, particularly if he puts on a full court press, and suddenly she's gone."

"What about her sisters and the others?"

"I think everything will work out, but you'd better move on this one. I am really intuitive about things like this, and I'm hearing a megaphone message about this."

"How could you tell all this in an hour or two upon first meeting her?"

Pam said, "Body language and listening to what she said and the way she said it."

"Telling me she was going off overnight with Joel was pretty definitive."

"In a way yes, but I think her date masks what's really going on in her head." I watched her when she talked to you about that.

We arrived at the house, and all filed inside and up the stairway. Aidan went around and dimmed the lights to create a romantic atmosphere. He then came up to Pam from behind her, and put his arms around her. She turned and almost immediately the pair were locked in a passionate embrace that knowing Pam would lead to them fucking in the near future.

I put my arms around Sheila and Ally, and led them into our bedroom. We were soon making love on our large bed. 

Aidan brought Pam into the bedroom and they took the smaller bed. I continued to think how erotic the arrangement was where lovers in both beds could look across the short distance and see each other. I could tell Pam was getting off on it, and for that matter I was too. We stayed all evening long with our partner arrangements, except when we combined everyone in one bed and made a small orgy of things for a while.





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"I trust you too," I said. I pondered my next statement. "I have one worry, and it's not you."

She looked at me with a questioning glance.

"It's Joel. I felt a lack of sincerity in his congratulations, but even before that I felt something was off about the guy. I won't say more than that, but as you see him, keep that thought."

Fran kissed me. "Don't worry. He's fine. I think this group sex thing is just boggling his male brain. I thought he'd been involved with something like this before, but this is his first time in any situation like this." She waved her hand in a circle around the house.

Fran held me and changed the subject, "One other thing, when you make love to my sisters, tell them you love them. I don't want them to think I'm taking you away from them. I willingly share you, particularly with them. Jane too."

"Got it."

Fran said, "Let's go out and see what's happening in the rest of the house."

We wandered out to the living room, where a dozen people were standing around the make shift bar enjoying a glass of wine or other beverage. Everyone extended us their congratulations again, and I guess because of our openness to the group, they interpreted that we still intended to be 'friends with benefits' to the entire group.

I found Ally, and suggested she join me for a while. I made sure she heard a light tone in my voice, and not any indication that I had some kind of bad news for her. She looked pleased. I'd also heard Fran whisper to her, not to worry about any big changes in her life.

Ally liked to fuck in public. She told me that even when she lost her virginity she was at a party with a group of other teens screwing around, so she thought she got patterned. Personally, I thought she was simply a blatant exhibitionist. She had the looks of a fashion model, a perfect body that included a pair of tits most porn stars would lust after, a snapping pussy, and legs that belong in a hosiery commercial. Beyond that, she had the personality of an angel. Everybody liked to watch Ally fuck; consequently, she favored staying in the living room on some of the exercise mats.

As we got underway, I whispered my own words of love to Ally, assuring her that she continued to have a place in my heart, and I wanted her in as close proximity to me as she was now. Of course, at that time, the closeness we enjoyed consisted of my cock sawing in and out of her cunt, and her squeaking on each of my in strokes. 

The eye candy having sex around us was amazing. Brad was into Sheila only a few feet away. Aidan and Jean were going at it too, along with four other couples in the living room. Pam was bouncing up and down on Lyle's large cock with a look of ecstasy on her face. I glanced around, but didn't see Fran, so I assumed she'd found someone to couple with and gone back to one of the bedrooms.

I'd been using my Tantric sex techniques for fifteen minutes with Ally, something she loved because we could go for hours, and she'd had about six orgasms, aided by my attention to her clit for a good part of the time.

Suddenly, I heard a loud shriek from the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Fran's voice yelled in a mix of anger, pain, and anguish. "NO! GOD DAMN IT, I SAID NO. HELP, SOMEONE HELP." I paused for a second, and then was out of Ally, standing, and running as fast as I could towards her yells.

To be continued

AND, my thanks to germandragon for his editing.



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My lovemaking with Ally had been seriously interrupted by the screams from one of the bedrooms. I ran through a mental check: the voice was Fran's and she was in trouble. She's yelled with a mix of anger, pain, and anguish. "NO! GOD DAMN IT, I SAID NO. HELP, SOMEONE HELP." I was up and running across the house as fast as I could, even leaping pieces of furniture.

The first room I went to contained Dave Henson and Wendy. They were pulling apart as he moved a little slower than I had to see what was going on.

I heard it again; screaming, loud and complaining, "NO, YOU BASTARD. THAT HURTS. STOP. NO! HELP!"

I barged into the next bedroom with my fists clenched and adrenalin surging through my veins. Fran lay on her stomach on the bed, her legs spread wide apart by the man kneeling behind her - Joel. He was obviously trying to sink all of his generous cock in her ass. Fran squirmed and fought to get away from him, but he yanked her back by her hair - hard, as he tried to impale her. He grabbed an arm and twisted it up behind her back to hold her down. She screamed again, "NOOOOOOOO. Stop, please stop!" She started to sob as the rape scene unfolded in those few microseconds.

I stepped forward, and with my left hand I grabbed Joel's right shoulder and spun him part way towards me. My right fist hurled through space at Mach 1 and solidly connected with Joel's jaw. I heard a snap and something break. I couldn't tell in that instant whether it was part of me, part of Joel, or both. I felt a searing pain in my hand. Someone was yelling for Joel to stop, and I realized that I'd been the one screaming in anger at him.

Two other men - Dave and Aidan, were suddenly there pulling Joel away from Fran and onto the floor. Joel appeared stunned by my blow. Blood trickled from a gash on his lower lip. As his upper body landed with a thud between the two men, I turned and gave his balls a worthy kick with my bare foot. I connected with something serious, because I could hear a 'whoompf' as every bit of air came out of the man. I wound up my foot and kicked again. This time I was sure I got his balls square on. I heard a groan of pain.

Joel curled up in a ball. Lyle, Chip, Pam, Brad, and several others came flying into the room then, and I realized that only about twenty seconds had passed since I'd come through the doorway. I was about to render a third kick to Joel's balls when Aidan grabbed me and pulled me away from the downed man.

Nancy stood over the very subdued Joel who had started to hold his jaw with one hand. She yelled at him, "You knew the rules; no means NO, and you broke them. There are no second chances on this. Get your clothes and leave, and never contact any of us again. Get out. GET OUT NOW!"

I had flopped down on the bed next to Fran and enveloped her in my arms. "Are you all right? What can I do? Did he hurt you badly? I love you. Oh, God, let me take care of you and make this all go away. I'm so sorry. This is a horrid situation; you were being raped."

What I lacked in coherence, I made up for with the emotion in my voice. Fran was sobbing wildly as she let me hold her tightly to me. Jean came over and joined me, sliding in behind her daughter with a large towel to encase her quaking form. At that point, Fran dissolved into wild and uncontrolled sobbing.

I heard Aidan talking roughly to Joel. "You have fucked up badly, you asshole. Monday you will quit the agency first thing, and we never want to see you again. I will spread the word about all over town if you're not out of there by lunch. I may anyway." I had never heard Aidan so tough or so angry.

Two of the men escorted Joel out of the room, and later I learned they pushed him out of the house after Joel had dressed, again with admonitions to never return or contact anybody. They assured him that his name and reputation would spread far in the circles connected with the circle, and also impressed upon him the fact that felony rape charges lurked if he made any further trouble for anyone.

Fran quieted down after a few minutes. In her choked up voice she tried to explain, "I was trying to be nice to him ... to allow him another opportunity to make love to me despite my becoming engaged. It was a peace offering," she sobbed. "He got mad ... mad that I'd accepted your ring ... mad that I wouldn't be dating him again outside of this group ... and then he decided he'd have some fun and fuck my ass. I didn't want that with him, so I told him 'No' about a dozen times before he flipped me over and started to force himself into me. That's when I started yelling. He never really got inside me, but ... well, he hurt me, especially where he was pulling my hair and arm to control me."

Gale brought an ice pack for my hand. One of the older men was a physician, and he came and examined Fran and then my hand. Fran was fine, but I'd broken a bone in my hand, and would need a cast or splint of some kind. 

Fran and I collected our clothing and dressed, along with some of the others. Aidan promised to be sure that Pam, Sheila and Ally got home all right. I asked him to stay overnight with them in case Joel continued to have aggressive thoughts or wanted some strange form of vengeance. 

Fran and I drove to the Emergency Room at Mass General Hospital. We arrived about midnight to an ER in chaos. About two o'clock in the morning a doctor and nurse worked over my hand to take x-rays, reset the broken bone, and put a splint and cast on my hand and wrist. By the time they finished it was four-thirty. We got home about five o'clock, and found Aidan, Pam, Sheila, and Ally still awake and waiting for us. Fran had been texting them updates on my pain and treatment.

The painkillers made me groggy, so without much ado, we all headed to bed. Fran and I were together in the queen bed, and the other four took our big bed. I awoke about eight o'clock, and Fran gave me another dose of pain pills, and I conked out again for another four hours.

When I awoke at noon, I was spooned against a naked and sleeping Pam. Everyone else was up, dressed, and fully functioning. I still resided in that hazy land of left over pain pills, the throbbing in my hand, and the discomfort of a rather solid cast whose job was to keep my fingers immobile while the knitting of broken bone took place.

Fran came to the bed and kissed me. She said, "My hero." She hugged me. "It was so gratifying after trying to get him to stop, when you slugged him. That was the last thing he expected from anyone at the party. I didn't know you'd ever get that mad at anybody, but now I do. You were marvelous."

Pam rolled over next to us and opened her eyes. I got a nice smile. 

I told Fran, "I had always felt that something was amiss with Joel. I didn't know it would manifest the way it did. From the start, I thought it was just my jealousy. He out machoed me in many ways, and my ego got in the way of my logical thinking. I guess I felt sexually possessive of you - of all of you. I'm willing to share so long as I don't feel threatened."

Sheila put a beautiful breakfast in front of me, and my new fiancée sat with me and fed me so I didn't have to try to eat left handed. I wondered how I'd function with my laptop, or even take notes when I was so right-handed, and now that hand was encased in a small amount of plaster and bandages to hold the splint and my fingers rigid.

After rehashing the night before with everyone, including the good times we had with our other friends, I took a pain pill and zoned out for an afternoon nap. When I awoke, I was in Sheila's arms. She kissed me awake. "You are such a nice sleeper. I've been holding you for half an hour and dozing myself."

"Why?"

"Because I love you, and I wanted to be close to you."

"I love you too. You and I never got to talk last night, about the engagement and what that means and doesn't mean for us. I didn't want ..."

Sheila stopped me talking by kissing me. "I know everything you want to say, and I'm fine with it. You did the right thing with my sister. I approve. I'm as devoted to you as she is and as Ally is. None of us has any plans to move away or change our romance with you. I might add that Pam loves you too, almost as much as we do, and she told us Jane does too. Jane was worried about you when Pam called her to tell her what had happened. We all talked to her; she's like our older sister in some ways."

"But, about you and Ally, ..."

She put a finger on my lips. "Don't worry about it now. You often over-analyze things. Let this one just unfold in a natural way. If you recall, this has been one of the craziest relationships ever since the day we found you were the guy Fran and I were dating at the same time. We decided we both wanted you, and we still do - Ally too. Go with the flow."

"But ..."

"Steve, leave it. Consider this: last night when you got engaged to Fran, Ally and I consider that you also became engaged to us. We all love you - we're in love with you in so many ways. We're sharing. God, we couldn't share anything as simple as a CD or pen, and now we're sharing a fiancée and it's going pretty smoothly because none of us wants to upset the balance. We're at a good place with each other and have been since you came along."

We kissed. Sheila said, "Can you function below the waist? I'd love to make love with you."

I was functioning below the waist. With not much encouragement, Sheila and I made sweet love with one another for an hour on that lazy afternoon. I felt frustrated that I couldn't use my right hand to stimulate her, but we made do. As we lay in our afterglows, Pam, Ally and Fran came in and snuggled their naked bodies in behind us.

Sunday night, I called Jane and told her first hand about my small accident over the weekend, and that I planned to take Monday off and arrive on Tuesday morning. After consulting with my partners, I invited Jane up to Boston for the following weekend.

When we were alone a few minutes later, I asked Fran, "How do you want me to play it with Jane ... and Pam?"

She gave me an understanding kiss, "I know you have strong feelings for Jane, and emerging feelings for Pam. You can only marry one of us, and that's me. I'm not worried about your other relationships, and I think they'll strengthen us. Jane might be our older sister, so enjoy your time with her, bring her home often, and keep a place in your heart for her. I like her and I know over time I'll grow to love her too. I'm certain of it. The same goes for Pam and anybody else you meet."

"Do you realize that it may be hard to shut the door and be exclusive again?" I posited.

"I've never asked you to be exclusive, even after I found out you were dating Sheila, and I'm not now. You kept making the point that you were dating other girls, and I accepted that. Now that we've broadened our circle of friends and fuck buddies, I think it'd be a mistake to rein that in. I think we can decide later if we want to change."

"What about when we have children?"

"We'll see, but any kiddies don't have to know about what mommy and daddy do in their spare time. Think about it; Sheila, Ally, and I grew up with only the slightest hint that our parents did anything outside their marriage. Then we find out that they had fucked around fifty other people, and on a regular basis mind you. The only time I think we'll need to stop is for a few months either side of childbirth when I'll be too uncomfortable or healing from the trauma of the birth. Well, I'll have to stop, but you can keep going." She giggled at that thought.

"You like fucking strange cock?"

"I like being with friends - old and new - and expressing my sexuality, and if that qualifies as liking strange cock, then yes. Some of these friends I like a lot, even love in some ways, like Aidan, for instance. Lyle, Chip, and Sean fit in that category too, after I've gotten to know them. I don't want to run off with any of them, nor them with me, but I do like being intimate and feeling loved by them. I give away my love to them and the others, and it comes back to me tenfold."

"What will you do when I'm away traveling on business?"

"Well, unless you object, I'll be one of Aidan's lovers. I might go see my father too, or the other guys I just named, and beyond that I have no specific plans."

"Would you want another male in our mix?"

"Maybe. I thought Joel might fill that bill, but I'm glad he showed his true colors early so there wasn't any pain of separation after his stunt last night. Another thirty seconds and you would have had to pry his cock from deep in my ass."

Fran thought a minute, and then continued, "As for another guy, yeah, that'd be nice for all of us girls, but he's got a lot of hurdles to jump, especially after the Joel situation. He's basically got to be your clone ... and understand the word 'No.'"

"Well, let's keep our antennas up to see if any candidates appear. I have criteria too, and one of them is that I have to feel comfortable with the guy - no wolves in the hen house."





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 15



The day flew by with meetings and a half-day workshop with one of the project teams. In hushed tones she told me about Pete and Bob's sex filled weekend with Pete's sisters. She allowed as how they had all welcomed her home Monday evening with some hard loving, just what she wanted. Repeatedly, she thanked me for taking her up to Boston to meet my extended family, to enjoy various wanton sexual romps with new friends, and to be there when the unplanned drama surrounding Joel erupted.

I asked, "Does Pete, or Bob for that matter, ever get upset about you going off with me, or spending time with Jane and me?"

"No, not a bit. I've had a couple of other lovers, but you're the most serious I've had. I didn't love them, but I love you. The two of them play with their sisters, this past weekend it was with Pete's two sisters, but Bob also has a couple of sisters that visit once in a while and get the living crap fucked out of them too. Despite the family relationships, there is a lot of love there. Also, they occasionally lure one of their other lady friends home for a night of debauchery. So, they don't have a leg to stand on when I want to go have some fairly straight sex with another guy - no incest, or anything else involved - well, except for a little sapphic action here and there."

"I just don't want to be in the middle of some break up or angry flare up between you two or three."

"Steve, I love you, and I wouldn't ever put you in that situation. Trust me, we're cool with our extra-marital dalliances and relationships. Hear me well, again, I love you."

"Pam, I love you - more so each day we're together. I think you're going to be my role model for how Fran and I will behave in some ways as we move into our marriage, but still keep our minds open to other relationships."

"I'm flattered, and I know Bob and Pete will be too. Do you mind if I tell them what you said?"

"Not a bit. I'd love to hear them talk about it first hand sometime."

"That can be arranged."





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 16







Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 16



Jane was on the phone but she gestured me in and to a chair by her desk.  She kept talking with the person on the phone, but reached into her desk drawer, pulled out a card that I realized must have come with the flowers, and passed it to me.

I opened the card and read in beautiful handwriting:  'To my dearest Jane and Steve.  You gave me the most exciting experience of my life last night.  I really am your sex slave now.  I can't wait for more.  See you tonight.  Love, René.' 

As Jane hung up, I asked with a smirk, "Did anyone else read this?"

She nodded and gestured to the door to her office, "My secretary.  Trying to be efficient, and in the process picking up a huge piece of juicy gossip."

Just then, Marge knocked on the door.  Jane gestured for her to come in.

Marge said in a tentative voice fraught with shyness and anxiety, "I wanted to wait until the two of you were together to tell you ... what I want to tell you."  She paused and looked at us, and now I was sure she was blushing.  She continued but looked down at the floor, "I ... well, you know I read the note that came with the flowers.  I was trying to do ... a good job for you.  I ... Well ... You must have done something really special for your friend René, and ..."

Jane said boldly, "Marge, it's all right.  We're all adults.  You can say whatever is on your mind.  Neither Steve nor I will mind."

Marge looked up, took a deep breath and also took another step closer to the desk so she stood next to Jane and right in front of me.  She took another breath.  "I kind of figured out weeks ago that you two are 'together,' and I think that's special.  Jane, I've known you for ten years and this is the happiest I've ever seen you."

We both nodded at Marge.

Marge sighed, "And, I kind of figured the two of you met a new friend and got together with her last night ... I figure in a threesome ... and you did ... you made her a very happy woman ... sexually.  I just wish I'd been there ... that it've been me.  I wish you'd consider me sometime to be one of your special people."

Jane exclaimed, "Marge, you're married!"

"Well, things have never been deader on the sex front in my marriage than they are now, and I'm still interested.  If you want another ... sex slave, although I'm older than anyone else you know, just think of me.  I don't know what that entails, but it sounds like the best of what's around, and I think I'd like that role. Also, please trust that I won't say anything at all about what that card said.  I wish I were the one sending the flowers – maybe next time.  If anyone asks, the flowers arrived and I didn't open the card."

I reached over and held Marge's hand.  I looked up at her, "Marge that took a lot of courage to come in here and say what you just said.  Please know that we will not take it lightly, and we will consider it deeply along with everything else going on in our lives.  Thank you."

Marge looked pleased at what I'd said.  Jane confirmed the same, even getting up from behind her desk and coming around to give Marge a hug and a kiss on her cheek.

Marge left through the open door, and we both sat down again.  Jane whispered to me, "From now on, give her a little special attention if you can."

I nodded, and knew what I might do to lighten Marge's day and make her happier.

Jane and I left a moment later for a fast lunch in the company cafeteria.  Two project managers from the EAGLE project saw us and joined our table, although except for a couple of sentences the discussion mostly centered on where people were headed for the upcoming three day weekend holiday.

After lunch, I accompanied Jane back to her office.  Marge had apparently eaten a brown bag lunch at her desk.  She blushed when we both walked past her desk.

I said to her, "Marge, are you blushing?"

She nodded.

"What did we do that made you blush?"

She said in a very quiet voice, "It's what I imagined you did to René last night that made me blush ... what I'd like you to do to me."

I smiled, "Oh, you can't even begin to imagine what we did to René, however, I will tell you that she had more orgasms than the rest of the State of New Jersey.  Does that sum it up for you?"

Marge nodded and had the look of someone who yearned for exactly the same thing I'd just described.

I started to turn away, but instead I turned back to her, "Oh, Marge.  There's something I'd like you to do for me – especially since you're a sex slave in training."

Marge looked hopeful and didn't blanche at that moniker.

I told her, "I want you to slip off your panties right now and give them to me."

Marge's eyes got as big as saucers.  She said, "But ... but ... I won't have any underwear on then.  I'll be naked under my skirt."

"Well, for today, I'm letting you keep your brassiere, and being naked under your skirt is exactly what I want you to experience.  I want you to feel the freedom of the experience, and I want you to think about your sexual juices and your aromas, and I want you to be able to rub yourself when no one is around.  You get the idea."

"So, I should go to the ladies room and bring you back my undies?"

"No, I want you to take them off right now, right there at your desk."

Now Marge's pink color really bloomed into her face.  "Here?  Now?  Someone might walk in at any second and catch me."

I nodded, and watched as she hefted her svelte hips up off the chair as she reached under her skirt.  A few seconds later, she pushed a rather functional pair of grandma panties down her legs and stepped out of them.  She wadded them up and held them out to me.

I shook my head.  "Toss them in the trash, Marge.  Those panties belong on an older woman that doesn't want sex, doesn't appreciate sex, and doesn't want to entice her husband or any other male into having sex with her.  From now on, either wear nothing, or go by Victoria's Secret and buy some sexy things on the way home, really sexy in the extreme and wear those from now on.  I'm going to check tomorrow."

On that note I turned and left Marge's office.  I shot a glance into Jane's office.  She'd been listening to the exchange, and gave me a grin and a big 'OK' sign.  Jane also opened one hand to show me that she'd removed her thong.  She twirled the sexy lingerie around one finger before depositing the lace into her purse that sat on the corner of her desk.

Jane and I both worked late that night, grabbed a bite to eat on the way, home, and then relaxed on the living room sofa.  Relaxing turned into a hot make out session, as it was prone to become with the two of us.  We were both getting quite sexual, and there'd been a loss of some clothing when the doorbell rang.

Jane and I looked at each other.  She got up to go see through the peephole who was there.  I struggled back into my casual shorts I'd had on until Jane started a blowjob on me a few minutes earlier.

"René!"  I heard from the foyer, and then the chatter of female voices.

Jane came back into the living room pulled René behind her.  "Look who came to see us again?  Our sex slave."

I went to René and kissed her with more than just a friendly kiss.  "I had a feeling you might come by after work after seeing the card you sent with the flowers.  Thank you by the way."

René blushed, "I meant every word I wrote.  Even the 'L' word."

Jane laughed, "Do you know my secretary opened the card for me, as she does all of my mail?"

René looked horrified, "Oh, no!  I just assumed you'd be the only person actually opening the card.  I'm so sorry.  I hope I didn't ... oh, God, what happened?"

"Well, it turns out she also wants to be our sex slave, although I'm not sure I can handle more than one at a time.  She's older, and Steve got her on a track to seduce her husband instead of trying to join in with us.  She promised she wouldn't say anything about the card or its implications to anyone else, and I do trust her on that score."

René looked at least slightly relieved.  She then took stock of Jane's lack of clothing – only wearing a bra and panties, and my shirtless state.  "Oh, dear.  I've also come at a time when you two were about to make love."

I hugged René again, "And a perfect time it is to have our new friend join us, although she is seriously over dressed."  I started to kiss her neck and behind her ear as Jane moved to her side and started to help me slowly removed René's clothes.

We also finished removing our own clothes, and soon we enjoyed a comfortable threesome.  This time I was elected as the person to make René pass out from an over stimulation of her sex.  Before that happened, she'd had another dozen orgasms, and then I'd gotten her up on the step where the climaxes were hard and body hitting, and they ran together in one continuous freight train of pleasure, and then I gave her the Big Steve Experience.

René cried when she came to, and both Jane and I held the pixie in our arms to surround her with love and body contact.  She said, "I never believed in love at first sight, but I've fallen totally and completely in love with you two.  I know it's irrational, and these feelings will fade as the honeymoon wanes, but I never want that to happen.  I feel so warmed by you both.  I love you both.  I hope I'm not shocking you or putting you off with those words."

Jane said to me, "You don't suppose it's the sex do you?"  She grinned at René, because there obviously was a high likelihood that it was.

René blanched, "Yeah, I know, but I'm not thinking rationally.  From when I left this morning until now I've been obsessed with you two – I never want to leave you, I want to be touched by you all the time, and I want Steve's cock in me and your pussy in front of my lips to kiss and make love to you both on a '24/7' basis."

I kidded, "Well, that's sort of how we were planning the weekend, but don't you have to work?"

"Yeah, I do.  Gotta keep food on the table; although I do get to take home some of the leftovers from the restaurant.  Oh, that reminds me, I left some in the car.  If I get them, could I keep them overnight in your refrigerator until I go home tomorrow?"

Jane said, "Oh, of course."  As an after thought she asked, "Why not leave them here for us to eat tomorrow night?  We can save some for you."

Jane didn't give René time to answer, "Wait, I have a further idea ... are you really locked into that job at the Hyatt?  I mean do they pay really well?"

René laughed, "I'm not locked in.  I make $9.50 an hour, plus I get to keep my own tips, so on a good night I might make about $20 an hour.  But I'm only there from five to nine, five days a week, and from five to six-thirty there's almost no one in the restaurant, so no tips, and thus I gross out before taxes and all about $300 a week."

Jane gasped, "That's all?  Where do you live?"

"I have a studio apartment near Seaton Hall.  It's $1,200 a month, so what I make at the restaurant just about covers the rent.  Fortunately, I have some savings and my parents can kick in a little to cover my other expenses.  The costs at the school are mostly covered by grants and a scholarship."

Jane stood and started to dance around her living room, obviously in a good mood.  She was sexy given she was nude and had a sexy body despite her age.  "Iiiiiiii have an idea."  She stopped in front of René.  "René, we love you too and want you around with us.  So, two things: first, why don't you move in with me, and second, why don't you quit your job and become my sex slave and I'll pay you the same or more than you're making now."

"You're kidding?"

"No, I'm serious about everything but the sex slave part.  You could keep house, clean, cook, and keep my personal life organized.  I'll give you free room and board and pay you too."

René laughed, "Oh, heck.  It was the sex slave part of your offer that intrigued me the most."

"Well, we can do that too."

"I accept.  Now, can we do more of the sex slave thing tonight."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I'd like to see Steve fuck your brains out, and then I want to eat all that juicy cum from your cunt and make you cum a few more times.  Isn't that what a good sex slave would do?"

Jane laughed, "I think you have the right idea.  Come on to the bedroom, and let's improvise from there."


To be continued


Dear Germandragon, thank you for the fine editing job. ;-)



Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 17



René gave the Hyatt two weeks notice about her job the next evening after we'd proposed she become a full-time sex slave to Jane and me. She swore that she told her boss - the maître d' - that she'd taken a job as a sex slave that paid better wages and included room and board. He'd laughed off her ribald humor, failing to realize that she'd pretty much told the truth.

The night after she accepted Jane's offer, Jane and I helped her move from her studio apartment to Jane's house. Most of what she owned fit in one car.

The day after René accepted, I also spent some time with Marge, teasing her and insisting that she prove to me she was wearing something sexy - either no underwear or something really frilly and revealing. She led me into Jane's office and hiked up her skirt, proving that she had indeed stopped by Victoria Secret the evening before and bought a few thongs and things. She complained about getting use to the 'butt floss' as she called the back strap of the thong.

Marge looked at me and blushed, "I have a confession to make. Last night, after I got home I showed Malcomb that I wasn't wearing any underwear. I didn't tell him why; I just said I wanted to be sexy for him. Do you know we didn't have dinner until nine-thirty? He made love to me for two hours. I don't think he's done that for twenty-five years."

I laughed, "That's great. Keep doing the unexpected with him." I thought for a minute and sized up Marge, and then asked, "Did you give him a blowjob?"

Marge looked horrified. "Oh, good lord, no. I have no idea how to do that. It sounds disgusting."

"Marge, if you want to have a husband who will love you like you want to be loved, you have to love him the way he wants to be loved. Give him a blowjob tonight. He might wonder where you learned how to do that, and then you can tell him you watched some porn to learn how to do it."

"I did?"

"Yes, you did. Do they monitor your computer at work?"

"I don't think so. I can find out easily enough."

"If they don't, you sneak onto this website, search on 'How to' videos and plug in 'How to give a world class blowjob.' Watch that video three times. Based on your reaction, the first two times will still be a shock to you, but the third time you might actually learn something." As I talked, I jotted down the URL of the website.

Marge said, "If they do monitor, I can always watch it on my iPhone."

"Good girl."

"Girl? I'm an old maid."

"No, you're a gorgeous mature woman and I want you to feel young and vibrant, instead of how you've been feeling about yourself and your sex life."

Marge said in a near whisper, "Thank you. Thank you so much." I saw a tear in the corner of one eye.

I added for a little comic relief, "Besides all sex slaves love to give world class blowjobs."

Later that afternoon, I dropped some papers by for Jane. Marge looked at me with large round eyes. She said in a hushed tone, "I've watched three different videos five times. If I can remember what I learned I'm going to drive my husband to the grave with what I have in store for him."

I said, "Some advice. Talk yourself into believing that you love giving blowjobs, that it's your favorite thing to do for someone you love. He'll know if you're faking it or just being a good sport about it to make him happy. He'll have an extraordinary experience if he sees that you are too. Remember eye contact too."

Marge grinned, "I'll tell you how it went tomorrow." As an after thought she said, "Are you sure you wouldn't like me to practice on you?"

I laughed, "I have to save myself for a couple of women I love, but I'll take a rain check for some time in the future. I'm told you can always practice on a banana or cucumber, although the catching cum and swallowing part doesn't happen in those situations."

Marge blushed again and we went our separate ways.

That evening, I shared with Jane and René about Marge's lessons from the Internet. We had a chuckle over it. I asked what might be other lessons that a sixty-year-old male might like to be the beneficiary of. I figured anal was truly beyond the two of them, as most forms of BDSM. Jane suggested different positions. René suggested having sex in unusual places other than the bed, even where they might get caught.

Marge was bursting with enthusiasm the next morning and had a grin from ear to ear when I saw her. Jane joined me beside her desk and Marge said, "I did it. I blew him into the next county, having him cum in my mouth. I showed him his spunk in there, and then I swallowed. I don't think he's ever been so amazed at me as he was about nine o'clock last night. I worked on him some more, got him hard again, and he fucked me until we came again."

Jane clapped her hands; "Happiness prevails."

Marge's face dropped, "Well, I think he thinks I'm having an affair. He didn't say anything but after we wrapped up and had cuddled for a bit he got up and started pacing. He was muttering to himself, stuff about how did she know how to do this, why this sudden interest in sex, and stuff like that. I'm sure I'll hear about it tonight. It takes him a while to get his thoughts organized before he brings an issue forward."

I asked, "What new things do you want to try tonight?"

"Where would I go from here?"

"We talked about it last night," Jane said. "We think you use some positions you've never tried - something other than missionary, or you have sex in some new place - maybe even a place you might get caught, or you ask Malcomb to go down on you and give you some oral orgasms. We stayed away from the kinkier stuff."

"I'll have to see about that. Will they have more videos about those things on that porn site you had me check out?"

"Sure. Search on the Kama Sutra and you'll see about a hundred different sexual positions, although many of them are simple variations on others. You can search the Internet for ideas of interesting places, and I'm sure that same web site I sent you to yesterday has some videos about cunnilingus - lots of them. Make him watch them while he practices on you."

Marge balked, "What should I say if he accuses me of having an affair? I mean sooner or later he's going to wonder why I've got this sudden fascination with all things sexual."

Quick as a flash Jane said, "Tell him the only affair you're having is with him - a fantasy version of him that you're trying to bring to life. You want an ardent lover and husband, not just a couch potato that's too tired to lift a finger to rekindle the physical love for you. Remind him that you're still a 'catch' and there are other men who would just love to get into your panties if he isn't interested. Don't threaten him, but tell him you have guys checking you out all the time, so you know you're still desirable, even to younger men."

I volunteered, "I think you could share that you mentioned this lackluster side of your marriage to a couple of friends at work and got some suggestions for how to spice up things. If you felt it was lackluster, I bet he did too. Tell him it's time to breakout of the rut you've gotten yourselves into before it's too late. Don't buy into the mistaken belief that sex has to fade away as you get older; that's pure fiction. You can have as exciting a sex life at sixty or eighty as you had on your honeymoon, but you have to work at it just the way you did back then."

Marge nodded and I could see she got the general idea of how to respond to her husband. I hoped for her sake that he liked the ideas we'd been giving her instead of responding with antagonism and anger.

Marge seemed to glow the rest of the day. I saw her a half dozen times, even in the cafeteria. At the end of the day, she stopped me in the hallway, "Steve, I've got to tell you I'm seeing all these men checking me out."

I laughed. "Well, one of two things is happening. Either you're giving off pheromones that signal you want to have sex, or, more likely, they've been checking you out for years, and you're only now noticing that fact. I admit I check you out every time I see you. You have a sexy ass, and a shape worth paying attention to. You are really a rare exception for women in your age bracket."

Marge gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She whispered, "Well, I'd still like to be your sex slave, and if you keep saying things like that I'll probably start right here, right now." She giggled in an uncharacteristic way, pushed away from me, and then we went in opposite directions in the hallway.

I wondered if Marge being a sex slave would be the same as having an affair. I also wondered what her husband would think if she admitted she wanted to be a sex slave to Jane and me. I jumped to thinking about René who had already applied for that role, and speculated about having the two of them together. On that note, I had to go sit down in my assigned conference room and wait for my tumescence to subside before I walked around any more.

Marge was glowing again the next day when I went in for a business meeting with Jane, Pam, and a couple of the project leaders. After the meeting broke up, I lingered behind and gave Marge a look that asked, 'How's it going?'

Marge made sure no one was around. Jane came out of her office and stood next to me. Marge said in a stage whisper, "Oh, my God, last night was wonderful. Malcomb spent about an hour eating my pussy. He hasn't given me that many orgasms EVER."

Jane whispered, "Did he say anything about you having an affair?"

"Well, he asked why I was suddenly so horny, and I told him just what you'd said. He really liked that. I gave him another blowjob too, but only after he'd fucked me to a beautiful climax. I'd never tasted myself before last night, but when I went down on him then, he tasted like me - and I liked it."

I raised my eyebrows, "Well, what are your plans this weekend?"

Marge laughed, "I may never let him get out of bed. I am soooooo horny. I really want to fuck all the time. Is that crazy? Have I gone off the deep end?"

Jane and I chuckled. "No, we think you've woken up to what the rest of the world is thinking." Jane said, "I'm horny all the time, thanks to Steve here. If I didn't have responsibilities here, we'd be home making love all day."

Marge asked, "With René too?"

I confirmed, "Yes, with René too."

Jane and I continued to get updates from Marge on her seduction of her husband, and how he responded to her various ideas. Jane also told me that on the days when I was away that Marge barely talked, and certainly didn't share much other than continue on in a business-like manner.

After one week when I'd spent most of my time in the Cambridge office, I returned to New Jersey on Monday morning. To my surprise, Marge was not at her desk; a woman named Donna was, a temp for the next two weeks. Marge had apparently talked her husband into taking her on a second honeymoon to the Caribbean.

That week, René joined us 'full time,' except when she was off at college studying to be a PA - a physician's assistant. She had a lot of studying to do too, but despite all that workload, she produced marvelous meals for us and dedicated her nights to making sure we were sexually satisfied. As she put it, 'This is what a sex slave is supposed to do.'

I suggested to Jane that I also help out with René's meager finances, and she accepted. I'd just gotten a generous bonus because some of the work at TCI that I was responsible for expanded, so after talking with my lovers up north I put some of that money aside to help René get a new car. The one she had used more oil than gasoline and was on its last legs. I took René to a used car super store, and she ditched the old one, and got a two-year-old Toyota. I paid cash for the car, and in front of the car salesman who about dropped his teeth, René vocally renewed her vow to be my sex slave and gave me a full body hug and kiss. I resisted the impulse to have her prove it right then.

Pam had taken to joining our threesome midweek, and Pete and Bob started to come with her because they too liked René and she liked them. Those sessions were fun, but because they were on a weeknight everyone felt we had to end after only two rounds of play with one another.

I flew Fran down to Jersey for a weekend - Friday evening to Monday morning. I promised Sheila and Ally I'd do something similar with them in the near future to keep expectations and everyone's sense of fairness in check.

Fran already knew and liked Jane, and the pair had shared more than one sapphic encounter with one another. Pam too was a known, but meeting René, Pete and Bob delighted Fran, and as Friday evening wore on she made it a point to be with each of them, even when it involved sharing with another woman.

René and Fran had electric chemistry right away. After the initial rounds of introductions, René pulled Fran aside so the two of them could talk, no doubt about me, us, and my engagement to Fran, and the rest of the crazy relationships I'd told René about.

Eventually, René and Fran came and sat on either side of me. Fran explained that she wanted me to be first with her that evening because I'd been away all week and she hadn't made love with Aidan for any particular reason other than things worked out that way. 

Fran also wanted René in our first coupling because she wanted to see what a sex slave did that she wasn't doing. René liked that idea too, but she liked it anytime we had sex of any kind.

Jane went off with Pete, and Pam with Bob, so that was our first round. The fourth round ended about two in the morning with seven happy people. Four of us slept in tight quarters in Jane's king bed, and three went to the queen bed in the guest room.

I awoke in the morning when Jane pulled me out of bed. We went downstairs to the kitchen and started a breakfast. Fran appeared almost immediately with Bob in tow. We were all nude: the women showing signs of wear around their pussies from the night before, and the men sporting new erections. The four of us had started to eat breakfast when Pete appeared with René and Pam. 

After breakfast we went back upstairs to the bedrooms and continued our sexual relationships. By Saturday lunch we were pretty wiped out, at least we three men were. The seven of us piled in Pete's SUV and drove to the beach about an hour away. The weather was sunny, but there was a chilly breeze off the water. We walked the beach, made out in various combinations of boys and girls, and then late in the afternoon drove home to start all over again.

Monday morning Fran, Jane, and I went to Newark Airport. Fran took the shuttle back to Boston; Jane and I flew out to Denver to visit the TCI offices there that handled most of the Rocky Mountain Region. We got to the offices just after lunch, so we were able to get a half-day of work in before we crashed back at the downtown Westin Hotel.

After the sex-filled weekend, Jane and I just cuddled into bed after each of us made phone calls and responded to our heavy load of emails. I remember feeling quite satisfied with just having someone I loved by my side. I also remember feeling quite satisfied that I had a group of other women, including my fiancée linked to me through the bonds of love and affection.

Shortly after we'd gotten up the next morning, Jane got an unexpected call on her cellphone at seven o'clock local time, just as we were in the process of getting dressed. I listened with half an ear, and I could tell something heavy was going down in TCI, and it involved the Denver operation. Jane was on the phone for thirty minutes. During that time I brewed some coffee with the in-room coffee kit the hotel provided, and served her receiving a look of gratitude.

Jane hung up and looked at me in an odd way.

I asked, "What's wrong?"

"That was the TCI President and Chairman on the phone. I have to fire the head of the Rocky Mountain Region - me, firing an executive vice president."

"Whoa! Why?"

"He was caught red handed in a sexual harassment situation, after several years of complaints from a couple of dozen other women. Apparently, the powers that be mounted a sting operation last week, and have videos of his bad behavior - what the boss called 'incontrovertible evidence.' The head of HR out here will be meeting us as we go into the building."

"Any way I can help out, or should I just keep my head down with the project team we were going to meet with this morning?"

"Let's ask the man from HR."

Forty-five minutes later I waited outside the modern office belonging to the head of HR, at least I sat there until Brenda Davis opened the door and asked me into 'her' office. She said, "Come in. Jane says you are one savvy business consultant, and that you have a knack for making awkward situations easy to deal with."

I probably blushed a little. I said, "I just try to add value to every interaction I have with people - clients, friends, and lovers."

Brenda laughed, "Well, this situation with Joe Collard will be like defusing a nuclear device with a short fuse. He's not only flamboyant; he has a temper like a shark with a swordfish up its ass. I'm afraid he might get angry enough to strike out at one of us. Consequently, we want you to come along as an observer ... and as a body guard for the two of us."

I posited, "You don't think my presence might provoke him further?"

"I'm sure of it, but he won't know where you're coming from, or really why you're there, he might also end up being more reserved. I hope that'll be the case."

"How about we also arrive with a couple of security guards?"

"Good idea, but I don't want them in the room when he's being let go."

Ten minutes later, the elevator doors opened and five of us stepped out onto ultra plush carpeting: Brenda, Jane, two security guards (the biggest and meanest looking individuals we could find), and me. I noted that the guards were armed and also carried the standard stuff on their belts that regular police did, including handcuffs.

Brenda led us to the door of Joe Collard. His secretary stood as we got there, apparently about to act as a gatekeeper for our crowd. Then suddenly, I think she realized that something serious was about to happen. She nodded to Brenda, and said, "He's in there alone going over some reports ahead of a meeting that's to start in twenty minutes."

In a brusque tone, Brenda said to her, "Cancel the meeting, and please leave us alone." She gestured to the two guards, and they took up positions on either side of Collard's door. Brenda knocked, and then walked in without waiting for a 'Come in' from within.

Jane and I followed, Jane quickly moving to be the point person. I tried to look as though I belonged there in some strong-arm role. I briefly wondered if I'd break my hand again.

Joe rose from behind his desk, and started a smile and some kind of introductory remarks. "Brenda, and Jane - I heard you were coming in to review projects, and ... I'm afraid I don't know who you are. I'm Joe Collard, but you probably know that." He put out his hand in my direction, and I ignored it but moved to where I was slightly behind the two women yet in a position to move forward with a body check. The point wasn't lost on him, and his smile vanished.

Jane announced bluntly, "Joe, I was here on other business, but that work has been eclipsed by a request from headquarters."

Joe looked intrigued. He nodded for her to continue with an increasingly serious look on his face. I could see he was about to be blindsided by the next sentence or two.

Jane continued, "Yes. I've been asked to relieve you of your duties. You are hereby terminated as a TCI employee."

Brenda spoke up in a crisp voice that left no room for argument, "You may collect the personal things from your office. I am to immediately collect your access cards, keys, and assume responsibility for your company car. We will arrange for a taxi to take you home. Please pack up right now. You're last paycheck will be issued later today and deposited as normal into your account."




Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 17



The color in Joe's neck rose and then his face turned scarlet. He nearly screamed, "And just what is the justification for this? Trumped up charges no doubt."

Jane said, "I'm afraid they're not trumped up. You've had a string of sexual harassment accusations, too many to ignore. You present a huge liability to TCI, more than you're worth. Last week you were filmed in one of your assaults, an assault sufficiently physical to be worthy of felony charges and serious jail time. This was the final straw, and the evidence is impossible to ignore, particularly for someone like you in such a sensitive position. Terminating you is a decision made unanimously by the board of directors and the executive committee. I am their representative in this termination."

Brenda had gone to the door and invited the two guards inside. I noted that two cardboard boxes had mysteriously appeared.

Joe came around the desk almost at a run. Steam surged out of his nostrils. He raised his clenched fist to take a swing at Jane. Just as he passed me, I stuck my foot out. Joe started to swing, but my move had slowed his forward progress. His swing fell about a foot short of Jane's face as she backed up in fear. Joe fell into the plush carpeting.

I grabbed Joe's outstretched right arm and pulled it up behind him with my good arm. "Mr. Collard, hitting a woman is not an honorable thing to do. I think this is why you are in trouble in the first place."

Collard spat out, "She's no woman. She's a fucking cunt."

I twisted his arm until he moaned, "OK. OK. Let me go."

"Will you be peaceful or do we need the taser?" I saw that one of the guards had his taser drawn.

"I'll be peaceful."

I let go of Collard's arm, and he stood. No sooner was he erect than he turned to take a swing at me. Just as his fist connected with the side of my head, I heard a loud pop and a sizzle. Right in front of me, Collard's entire body went rigid, his eyes rolled up in his head, and he fell face first into the carpet again. That had to hurt. The two wires from the taser stretched to the firing device in the nearest guard's hand. The electrode darts were clearly embedded in Collard's back, and his entire body twitched violently on the floor.

I rubbed my face, and Jane came and made appropriate gestures of tenderness and sympathy to my getting clobbered by the angry man. Fortunately, the blow had come at a glancing angle.

I heard Brenda instruct the guards, "Handcuff him. Feet too. Put him on the sofa. Please get his secretary in here."

As Joe's body slowly stopped twitching from being tasered, the two guards handcuffed his hands behind his back, shackled his feet, and then hoisted him up and set him on the sofa. One guard left the room and returned a few minutes later with Joe's secretary.

Brenda pulled the secretary aside, apparently told her what the situation was, and asked her to pack up Joe's personal effects. The woman looked scared to death, but complied with Brenda's instructions. As she did, Joe struggled to get free of the cuffs, and then started to scream obscenities at each of us including his secretary. For the most part, we ignored him.

Brenda conversed with one of the guards at length. Soon another guard arrived with two additional boxes that his secretary filled. When all seemed packed, the guards pulled Collard into an upright stance and marched him out to the elevator, hampered by the shackles on his feet that kept him from kicking anyone. One guard produced a hand truck that we loaded with his possessions, and wheeled to the elevator. The other two guards carried the remaining boxes. Brenda explained that instead of a taxi, Collard would be driven home in handcuffs in a TCI security car with several guards - armed with guns and tasers. At that point, he would be released.

Jane, Brenda, and I ended up standing in Collard's office watching out the window with probably a couple of hundred others at other TCI windows as he was put into the back seat in cuffs and shackles, and driven away.

Brenda said, "Well, I've got some damage control to do. Jane, you're in charge of this division for the time being."

Jane started sputtering, "WAIT. In charge? What do you mean? Isn't there a number two?"

Brenda shook her head. "Nope, you're it. His ego was too big, so he never groomed a successor. There's quite a gap in management. We were always on him about that, but never succeeded."

"But ... I have a job back in New Jersey ... that I love. I live there ... not here. I have commitments there ... I'm ..."

Brenda interrupted, "I was told this morning that you were taking over for the time being. I suggest you talk to the President or Chairman or someone about what they have in play for you. I'm sorry for the suddenness of this news, but I'm only a bit player in this regard."

I heard Jane mutter several 'Oh, shits' under her breath. Brenda left the office. Jane looked around, and then at me, "I'm speechless. I didn't want this."

I said, "I'm feeling adrift myself. First, I feel I should connect with the two teams we were going to meet with today, and go ahead with that work. You're going to have your hands full figuring out what will happen here. I feel I should do that and stop back up here at the end of the day."

Jane agreed and I went off to the already arranged meetings, late to the first one. As best I could tell, the entire company was abuzz with the news of Collard's firing, and the well-known reasons why. I had the entire sting operation explained to me in my first meeting, so there seemed to be no secrets. I explained my bruised cheek to the few that asked as a run in with a door at the hotel, but everyone seemed to also know that I had been in Collard's office when he was fired and that he'd probably gotten a punch in. The bruise actually gave me high esteem among the people in the meetings, and obviously no one believed my 'door' story.

I found Jane about six-thirty looking haggard and tired sitting behind what had been Joe's mega-desk studying a large calendar.

Jane said, "This place was run on intimidation like a North Korean dictatorship. All Joe's direct reports feared him. They still fear him. I've learned he struck more than one. Each of the women got hit on for sex, but I don't think anyone accepted his offers, yet there's the potential for more lawsuits than the two we have already. Moreover, Joe wasn't all that good a leader, as we suspected, so many of what we thought were smoothly running initiatives are in shambles because he'd override the logical decisions in favor of some personal whim of his."

I nodded.

Jane asked, "What'd you find out about the two projects?"

"Disasters, just as you described about some of the others. Apparently, he kept firing the consulting staff, sending them off, so we weren't able to maintain any coherency on the jobs. The same was happening on the TCI side. Joe propositioned one of the FDC project managers too, without success I believe. Milestones that were supposed to have been completed months ago have been slipped indefinitely."

"Does it still make sense to do the projects?"

"The goals are right, but I'm now wondering if the infrastructure is there to support the systems once they're operational, although that might be months or even more than a year away now."

Jane put her head down and shook her head from side to side. 

She looked up at me, smiled weakly, and said, "Will you please take me back to the hotel and fuck my brains out after you pour a bottle of wine into me? Diversion may be the only way I'll be ready to come back here again tomorrow."

I laughed, "With pleasure. I think maybe we should eat too. Did you get lunch?"

"No time."

"Come on, you can't do any more here tonight."

We left the building getting gracious nods from the security guards who now knew who their new boss was. We stopped at a TGIFridays for dinner, and I poured three large glasses of wine into Jane. She got happier with each glass of wine, although the pall of what had happened during the day obviously hung over her.

Back at the hotel, I took special care to divert Jane's attention from the stress she'd built up. I gave her a massage that got increasingly erotic as time progressed. I soon had her popping off orgasms at a steady rate, and I hadn't even penetrated her with anything but fingers and tongue.

We made love twice. Both events were beautiful and mind consuming.

Jane woke me at five o'clock in the morning. "Come on. We have to get to work. I have some ideas and I want some of yours too." I could barely open my eyes I was so groggy, but she was charged up on adrenalin, even after only five hours of sleep.

We had breakfast in the TCI cafeteria. Almost no one was there when we sat down, but by the time we left a couple of hundred TCI employees in the eatery stared at us. Apparently, Joe only appeared for public lynchings, and now here was the new (temporary?) head of the division mingling with the proletariat and even smiling and thanking the cafeteria help for their service and the quality of their meals.

After a short summary of what she'd learned yesterday, Jane asked, "Based on what I've told you, what would you do?"

"Prioritize all the projects in the place. Resources are spread too thin to get results on all of them - even the ones we're helping with, and don't you dare let that influence you. I'd also find a successor unless you want to stay here forever. You've got to change the culture from this fear-based operation Joe created to one oriented to customers and results. I'd do an assessment of the entire management team - your direct reports. Brenda looked sharp, and maybe she can help with that. Get the right people in the right place; you might have to move people around, even do a few promotions or demotions."

"Wow. What'll I do after I finish my coffee?"

"If I get relieved from working on the two projects, I could help you, but I don't know how much you want to rely on an outside consultant?"

"I don't care about that. I need to get this place back in order."

"Let's go layout a plan. I saw that Joe had a conference room with a large white board. We could use that."

Joe's secretary had been a meek older woman named Minnie. I could tell Jane didn't think much of her abilities. I suggested she pull Marge from New Jersey on a temporary basis. She grinned at me, and put in a call to Brenda.

Brenda came by the conference room a half hour later with a pile of folders. She smiled at the two of us, "I think Marge will be here the beginning of next week. I talked to her personally and she thinks the two of you walk on water, by the way. I'm sure there's more there, but I'll ask about that later. I've told Minnie I'm putting her back into the secretarial pool. I think Joe liked her because she gave him blowjobs, but that's more likely a rumor to defuse what was really going on. She probably fucked him morning, noon, and night."

Jane shrugged and pointed at the folders, "What are those?"

"The personnel files on each of your direct reports - all twenty six of them."

Jane gasped, "Twenty six? I thought there were eight."

"Joe didn't like to delegate."

"Do you report to me?"

"Yes."

"Good. Let's not change that."

Brenda looked pleased and relieved. I'm sure they could feel the good chemistry between them, and I was haloed in.

We sat and went through each personnel folder, with Brenda adding in 'color' and more accurate descriptions of each person: eighteen men and eight women, including Brenda who recused comments about herself other than factual information: married, thirty six, one child a freshman in college, BA, etc.

We talked about a logical reorganization of the staff in ways that would seem like a win-win for each of the managers, yet would reduce the number of direct reports. As Jane put it, "Whoever is in this position needs time to look out far ahead of where the organization is today; with twenty-six reports they can't do anything but focus on daily problems. Let the managers deal with the day to day stuff, and keep this position focused on the long term."

By mid-afternoon, we had a cohesive organizational plan laid out. Seven middle managers would be promoted to new roles as division directors, a title not normally used in TCI. The other managers would slide under them in some way, and we acknowledged that some of them would be miffed about feeling left behind because they didn't get promoted. Jane promised she'd deal with each person in one-on-one meetings.

Brenda would continue to be a direct report because of the importance of human resources as a strategic asset in the company. She'd wisely been grooming a successor, who could assume some of her duties and free her up for more of a planning role part of the time.

Brenda asked Jane, "By the way, how is your old position being handled while you're out here in Denver?"

"I've been grooming another woman named Pam Goodwin to take my place. She's taken on the position as an 'acting' until we see how this'll turn out." I smiled thinking of the last time the three of us had been together making love.

Brenda must have caught my look because she gave me a peculiar glance after I caught her studying me. I realized she couldn't possibly have known what I'd been thinking so I went back to what I'd been doing and let the little sexual fantasy continue in my head.

At the end of the workday, Minnie came in, "Miss Jane, I have your schedule for tomorrow - rather what used to be Mr. Collard's schedule. I don't know what you want me to do with some of the meetings."

Jane conferred with Minnie after going over the various scheduled meetings, talking about their purpose. In the end half of them got cancelled, and Jane scheduled a series of one-on-one meetings with each of her then direct reports starting at seven o'clock the next morning. I made a mental note to be sure I got her to work on time. Minnie left to arrange the meetings, and then go home.

Brenda, Jane, and I worked another hour, putting together a presentation for Jane to use with all of the managers at a larger meeting after lunch the next day. After we'd finished three-dozen PowerPoint slides, Jane declared we were done for the day. She gave me a somewhat lecherous grin, and I noticed from the corner of my eye that Brenda caught that look too.

Jane offered, "Brenda, we're dining out as you might expect; would you like to join us? I know you probably have a husband at home, but ... well, if not tonight, one of these evenings. Just casual talk, nothing deep, I promise."

Brenda smiled, "I'd love to, but I have to check in. Might I invite Mike to join us? I'm sure you'll like him. He does most of the marketing for the Denver Broncos. He's also dying to meet the two of you. I spent most of last night telling him about the two of you - extolling your virtues on many fronts."

Jane and I simultaneously said, "Oh, most definitely. Bring him along if he can make it."

A half-hour later, we left the building to connect with Mike at a restaurant near the stadium where he could jump us to the head of the line. 

Mike turned out to be a super nice man: tall, dark, handsome, well mannered, polite, an astute business man who appreciated the short summary of what we'd done all day, and a man with more jokes and quippy remarks in his conversational repertoire than anyone I'd ever met. I could see that he and Brenda had a special relationship.

Midway through dinner, Brenda paused in our conversation and dining and asked, "May I ask a delicate question?" Neither Jane nor I were sure to whom she addressed her question. We both nodded.

Brenda continued, "Are you two an item? Secretly?"

I about coughed up the piece of meat I'd been chewing.

Jane laughed, "Yes. What tipped you off?"

"The way you two act with each other. There's an under current of love between the two of you - a deep caring and desire to make each other a success. Also, when you're not looking all gooey eyed at each other about a thousand times a day, you each get that look that signals you really wish you were off in bed somewhere fucking the daylights out of each other."

Jane looked shocked and said, "Oh, my God. I was trying to be so well behaved."

Brenda smirked, "Well, I also got some intelligence from New Jersey about the possibility."

I asked, "Is it bad enough that I should recuse myself from the projects and from working with Jane?"

"Oh, no," Brenda protested. "Not at all. You're a good work team. Just keep any financial decisions on someone else's shoulders and you'll be fine. We have a lot of couples and husband-wife teams in this place, of all ages, so the company is already tolerant of all that. Just avoid conflicts of interest of a financial nature."

After a pause Brenda added, "I think your pairing will be good for all of us. By the way, there are several serious relationships and affairs going on among your management team. See if you can spot them tomorrow."

Jane nodded. She liked guessing games. I could tell our being outed bothered her a little because it might impact her career.

Brenda looked me squarely in the eye and in a tone that had a teasing quality to it asked, "You've been checking me out too, haven't you?"

I groaned but told the truth, "Yes, probably. You're a very attractive woman, and I feel a resonance with you that I rarely find with most other people. I like good-looking, competent women. It's hard not to look at you." I worried that Mike might clobber me in my blind spot, but when I looked at him he was laughing.

Brenda teased, "It's hard?" She giggled with her play on words, and I instantly regretted setting her up for that word play.

I rolled my eyes at her tease. She laughed.

Jane stepped in, "Steve lives with three women in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and has a few others he resonates with too."

Brenda laughed, "And you're one of them?"

Jane realized what she'd just said and clammed up, throwing one hand over her mouth. Behind the hand she muttered, "Oops. Just talked too much again."

Brenda asked me, "How many women do you have on the string?"

I said, "Well, that's not easy to answer. We have an open relationship with each other."

Brenda and Mike laughed. Mike asked, "When Jane says you live with them ... errr, does that include intimate relations."

I nodded. "I'm engaged to one, and the other two I live with are her sisters ... and yes, we're intimate and in love. I know it's a bit strange. The term is polyamorous, and I don't advertise it, so please just appreciate and then forget."

Mike kept probing, "But then you have others you sleep with?"

"Errr, this is really not a conversation we should be having ... I mean about my sex life."

Mike protested, "But it's interesting, and arousing. Come on, Steve, answer the question." We'd already established a good rapport with each other, so I knew I'd respond, but it still felt a little awkward.

I leaned forward so I didn't broadcast it to the entire restaurant, "I have about a dozen other women who I'm intimate with on a frequent basis."

Brenda turned to Jane, "Is he a swinger?"

Jane suddenly blushed up to a vermilion shade that left no doubt about the answer. She stuttered, "Errr, that's a strange question and a big leap in our discussion. The wrong terminology too."

Brenda whispered, "Mike and I are attracted to the two of you." She reached across the table so she could touch each of our hands. "If you wanted to ... play or however you put it, we'd be most interested. I'm attracted to Steve, and Mike finds you fascinating." She looked deep into Jane's eyes.

Jane and I both glanced at each other afraid to say anything at this point.

Brenda took our silence as somewhat positive but showing a need to be sold some more. "Mike and I are safe and clean. We've never played around with anybody else, but we've been talking about it a lot recently, both to spice up our marriage and to expand ourselves with some close and intimate friends who think alike. And when the two of you arrived yesterday, I about went ballistic because I knew you were what we were looking for in the first thirty seconds we were together. I even sent Mike a picture of you I took during one of our meetings."




Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 17



She continued, "Today just confirmed my feelings from yesterday. I feel 'hot' around each of you. I've never been with a woman, and don't know what that'd be like. I know I'd love being with Steve; I've been having little fantasies about him all day. Oh, I know you don't know Mike, but he's a lot like Steve and he's a superb lover - he's gentle and takes his time and always makes sure I get off before he does." 

Brenda studied Jane and then me. We were stoic. Suddenly a look of fear came over her face. She started, "I think ... Oh, shit, I've really put my foot in it, haven't I?" Brenda suddenly blushed and realized she'd put an awful lot on the table all of a sudden. She'd taken the risk to bare her soul and reveal her fantasies, lusts, desires, and the secret life she had and wanted. Moreover, she'd put Mike on the line too. He looked a little shocked at what she'd said too. Brenda buried her face in her hands.

If either Jane or I said anything such as we were revolted by the thought or disgusted at her presumptions, Brenda and indirectly Mike would be shattered. Brenda would have a hard time working with Jane, but I knew over time any pain would ease.

I looked at Jane and hid a wink. I saw the corner of her mouth twitch in glee. I could guess what was coming next.

Jane decided to tease the pair a little. She turned to Mike, "And, so I'm to understand that you want to fuck me ... to put your long, hard cock in my tight little pussy?"

Mike stuttered, having missed the taunt, "Errr, well, yes. But I don't want to upset you or suggest anything that would make being with us or working with Brenda difficult ... I mean, you are a gorgeous woman and clearly one who has business savvy and is brilliant. You're my type, and that's why I love Brenda too. Oh, yes, we're not trying to break anything up ... or search for some kind of new life partner, we only want to find some friends who we can have an intimate relationship with on many fronts."

I picked up the teasing and turned to Brenda, "And after only working with me for two days, you want me to fuck you? To show you how I can make love to a woman for hours on end and not cum, but how I can bring her to orgasm after orgasm, sometimes making them so intense that she might pass out from excess pleasure?"

Brenda's eyes got big. She said tentatively, "You do ... I mean, ... you can do that?"

I nodded, "So answer my question."

"Well, ... yes, I'd really like to be intimate with you - to make love with you. I'm pretty plain; I mean we don't do bondage or dom-sub kinds of stuff or a lot of wild sex stuff. I really don't know what our boundaries are ... this would be new for us. I'd ..."

Jane said, "And Brenda, I'm to understand that you might like to see what a girl-on-girl encounter with me might be like, without even knowing whether I find such encounters revolting or arousing?"

Brenda blushed, "Yes, but I didn't mean to insult you at all ... or even to make a suggestion that you found repugnant. I just want you to know that I am so impressed with you ... and in this short time feel so close to you and in harmony with how you think that ... that I wouldn't mind in the least if we were to have an intimate encounter. Heck, I'm not even sure if I'd like it." She hid her face again and shook her head.

As the conversation had been taking place, each of us had continued to eat, often using pauses to eat or chew or cut or whatever as a time to think. We were pretty well done by this point.

I said, "Well, we're sure wasting time sitting around a restaurant when there are far more stimulating activities we could be engaged in. What say we finish up here and go somewhere we can get comfortable and explore the various options you've proposed?

Mike and Brenda suddenly broke into large smiles. The tension they'd been holding for ten minutes had suddenly evaporated at my remark.

Our hotel was closest to the restaurant and TCI headquarters, so we headed back that way. Mike went with Jane in his car, and Brenda joined me in our rental car. We parked and sauntered through the lobby and went right up to our room.

Brenda pointed at our two suitcases and said, "Oh, my, the two of you sharing a room. Scandalous." She laughed. "Hasn't anybody figured this out yet what with travel expenses and all."

Jane laughed, "A couple of people on Steve's project teams figured it out since he doesn't file hotel expenses. Marge, my secretary in New Jersey, knows too, but she's cool with it and covers for us."

Brenda asked slowly, taking a squinting look at me, "Who else is in on your affair ... or your lifestyle? There are others at TCI aren't there?"

Jane said defensively, "Premature to ask that question, but we'll share details after we get permission to reveal you to each other."

Brenda nodded, but by way of the reply she'd gotten a partial answer to her question. She said, "You two have been busy beavers." She kicked off her heels and came over to me and put her arms around my neck, "Now, get busy with me - eat my beaver." We kissed, and I was overtaken by the passion she suddenly injected into our new relationship. I kissed back with equal fervor.

When I looked around, Mike and Jane were also in a clutch, but his hands were a lot busier than mine. I smiled. Jane liked forward males so long as she gave them a green light. Mike clearly had the 'go' signal.

I couldn't believe how hot and worked up Brenda was. She was all over me, her hands barely pausing as she stripped my clothes and hers away into a pile on the floor. Right away, I felt attraction to her body if only due to the dark color of the areolas and the fullness of her breasts. Brenda was stacked, but I'd noticed that the first time I met her; previously, I'd subdued my lust then, but now I could fondle and lick her breasts. I also could humor my desire for the rest of her, and Brenda soon found I knew a lot about bringing a woman to orgasm through breast play.

"Oh, my God, Steve. No one, not even Mike, has ever given me an orgasm by just touching my breasts the way you did. You've got to teach him what you just did."

I nodded, and then ran my tongue down her graceful body, initially avoiding her nether region and instead making love to her inner thighs. I covered both legs with a million kisses, and knew my sexual taunts were getting to Brenda because she started to thrust her pussy at my mouth from various angles. 

Eventually, I allowed my tongue to trespass across her slit. Brenda came again, this time in a more substantial way than from our breast play. She was juicy, and her cunt dripped in anticipation of our lovemaking. I added a couple of fingers into the game I'd started with my tongue, sinking them as deep into her body as I could. Brenda was emitting girl juice and a sweet sexual aroma.

I maneuvered my fingers until I found the area behind her clit, but deep inside her. I felt the subtle difference in skin texture, and I started to stroke Brenda's G-spot. Her body stiffened, and as I lapped with the tip of my tongue on her clit, she exploded into yet another climax. 

"Oh, fuck. You ... you are an Adonis. You understand a woman's body and how to make it sing."

I kissed Brenda's mons, "I've only just begun. Let's see how you feel about all this in an hour."

Brenda sighed, "Oh, God. I don't know whether I'll survive an hour."

She not only survived the hour, she had about a dozen more earth-shattering orgasms in the process. Her body was glistening with perspiration from the effort of great sex, and I was in a similar state. I'd been fucking her for about two-thirds of that time, although I hadn't ejaculated yet. I had cum a couple of times, but in the Tantric way where I could pick right back up in the lovemaking without needing a recovery time.

On the other bed in the room, I had watched Mike and Jane playing with each other, making love, and then basking in their afterglows. Jane knew my lovemaking prowess, and had been the beneficiary of my skills many times. As Mike expressed his awe at my stamina and performance, Jane briefly explained about the Tantric Sex weekend I'd gone on over a year earlier with my other partners, summarizing some of the major lessons I'd learned and was now bringing to the fore with his wife.

The two of them came over to our bed part way through my first hour with Brenda, just as I had Brenda panting through another orgasm. Jane slid under her colleague who was in the doggie position at that moment, and started to lap at her clit with her tongue. Brenda dropped her head so she could eat some of her husband's cum from Jane's pussy, but that activity became short lived when yet another orgasm ripped through Brenda's body.

Mike started to fondle his wife's breasts and to kiss her as I fucked her. I heard the tender words of love and encouragement he said to her as she crested again in some kind of inner explosion of pleasure. Of course, there was also dirty talk between them.

Jane started to suck on Brenda's erect nipples as she used one hand to rub her clit. Brenda was almost catatonic with the excess pleasure being wreaked on her body. Over and over again she expressed her passion, or swore, or pleaded, or used dirty talk to urge me faster, deeper, harder.

Jane and Mike went back to the sofa, and I watched her give Mike a blowjob that brought him to the edge again. This time, she mounted him and started to ride him with renewed enthusiasm. I could hear both of them panting in time to Jane's energetic bounces on his cock.

I watched Jane through a couple of climax laden minutes, and then as I sensed Mike getting ready to blow again, I allowed myself to enter the place where I would cum. I wanted to sync my climax to his, and I also wanted Brenda to peak at the same time.

I used my fingers and discoveries of Brenda's hot spots to advantage as I watched Mike and Jane start to peak. They sped up their fucking, pounding into each other as I did the same to Brenda.

I heard Mike announce to Jane, "Oh, baby, I'm there ... here it comes."

I put a hand under Brenda's ass and drove a finger into her ass, not too deep but just enough to create a totally new sexual stimulation for her. 

I heard Jane give the little shriek she gives as she started to cum.

Brenda's pussy started to spasm around my cock, and I knew she was cuming. I put a hand on her neck and squeezed gently. With my other hand I swatted her breast, stroked her side, neck, and breasts, and then thrust into her body with all my muscles. At that instant, I also started to explode my own juices into Brenda's body for the first time. She was repeating over and over, "Oh, God, fabulous. I can feel your hot cum. Oh, God, ... oh, fuck meeeeeeeee!" 

Brenda's orgasm peaked higher and higher, she looked at me in awe, and then she blacked out. I'd delivered the Big Steve Experience to her. 

When I finished cumming I pulled out of Brenda and moved so I could cradle her pretty body against me. A minute went by and she awoke. She looked around, and then at me. She whispered, "Kiss me."

I leaned forward and planted a perfect kiss on her lips. As we pulled apart, Brenda whispered to me, "That was the best I've ever had. You are really special. I can't believe the feelings you've inspired in me."

I smiled at her and whispered back, "You're pretty good yourself and I like those feelings too. I hope this is the first of many times we get together."

She grinned at me and whispered, "I hope so too."

Across the room, I had the feeling that Mike and Jane were of the same mind as they kissed and made out in their afterglows.

To be continued

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Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 18







Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 18



I texted Jane,  'Good morning, Love. Have X-rated movie for you.  Interested?  Love.  Me.' 

Seconds later,  'Hell, yes.  Use my dropbox account.  I love you.  Me2.' 

It took me a couple of minutes to upload the short video to her private mailbox.  When it finished uploading, I texted Jane again:  'Done. Turn off volume if you are in meetings.  The orgasms are pretty loud.  OK to show to Mike and Brenda too.  Love.  S.' 

Thirty minutes passed and I wondered if Jane had gotten and watched the video.  I then got another text:  'Watched it. Hot. Spent ten minutes in my private lavatory masturbating as I watched it a second time. You got my attention. Call me after six-thirty our time.  Have something to share. Love. J.' 

I chuckled at how sexual Jane had become since I'd met her.  In our initial meeting I would have bet the thought of sex hadn't crossed her mind in years, and now we had sex whenever the mood struck providing we weren't at work, and we'd crossed that line where we openly and happily involved others.

I spent the rest of the day on the telephone, plus I also put together a tentative project team for the strategic planning project in Denver.  I negotiated the staff arrangement with a couple of senior partners, and then shared the proposal with the new staff.  We were excited about the job and how it might unfold.  I had my eye on an even larger job doing all of TCI.  I'd been doing a lot of reading and thinking about the kind of work we could be doing that transcended the systems efforts and could do something to directly affect shareholder value.

I got home at a decent hour, and found Jean Henson there with her daughters.  Dave had a late meeting at work so she'd decided to join us for the evening and maybe even the night if I'd let her into my bed.  I assured her that I'd be more than delighted and honored.

Aidan soon joined us, and the six of us went to Harvard Square to dinner.  We returned from dinner about eight-thirty.  I explained I wanted to call Jane, and went off to a corner of the living room.

Jane answered her cell on the second ring.  "Hi, Lover."

"Hi.  So you liked our little video effort?"

"I love it.  You made me so horny, particularly watching Aidan's cock slide into Ally's pussy and later into you.  I told you I had to sneak into my private bathroom and jill off.  You have totally corrupted me."

"I think I'm glad I had that effect on you.  Do you want to go back to the way you were?"

"NO!  I love the new me."  She paused, "And the new me did something risky last night – maybe.  I hope you're not mad at me."

"Try me," I said cautiously.

"Well, I went out with Brenda and Mike again.  We've had sex every night, so I was hoping for a repeat.  I feel so comfortable with them.  Anyway, Mike called me about an hour before I was to meet them for dinner, and asked if he could bring a friend – a special friend nicknamed TJ he thought I'd really like, and it was also someone whom Brenda had the hots for and wanted to fuck."

"So, you said 'Yes,' of course."  I chuckled.  I felt glad that Jane was finding new people to express herself with sexually.  She'd been up tight about sex for so long, it was fun to watch her break those chains.

"I did, only everybody ended up fucking everybody else as you might expect.  So, this was good, Brenda and I were all over Mike's friend at dinner, and he reciprocated as Mike sat there laughing.  We went back to the hotel and fucked till the wee hours."

I laughed, "Did it feel good this morning – like you'd done the right thing?"

"Yes."

"Then you're being true to your own value set.  That's good.  I hope you don't forget about me."

"Oh, I won't.  We talked about you, so he knows I have a special guy in my life."

"Thank you.  I assume you'll see him again tonight."

"In about a half hour, we're all going to dinner again, and I assume we'll end up messing around again."

"I'll think of you.  Just so you know, Jean is joining us tonight along with Aidan.  Please enjoy TJ, and as the weekend comes break away and spend some time with him, and with Brenda and Mike too.  Get away from the job a bit.  I won't be out there until the middle of next week.  I have to go to New Jersey for a couple of days the start of the week, then I'll be out there in Denver."

"I can hardly wait."

"How's the rest of your life?"

"Busy.  I'm struggling getting various things in the new organization ironed out.  Oh, Marge arrived last night, so she reported for work here this morning.  It's so nice having my own assistant with me, someone who understands how I work."

"How's she working her being in Denver with Malcomb, her husband?"

"She suggested he get a little on the side, but not forget about her.  I think they're at some big turning point in their marriage, this, after thirty-five years.  She told me they've had more sex in the past week or so, since we got her going, than in the past thirty years."  Jane laughed.  "I suspect there's some element of truth there."

"Well, remember she's apt to get homesick and may need some trips back home, or you need to get Malcomb to come out to see her, maybe even make it a surprise."

"What a good idea.  Let me think about that one and how to make that happen."

We chatted a few more minutes and then rang off for the night.  We'd agreed to talk the next evening too.

The girls pushed me to bed their mother without any competing activities in the bedroom.  They captured Aidan and moved their party to the large sofa.  Jean and I spent almost two hours making love before the four of them decided to interrupt.  By then, Jean had had about two-dozen orgasms, I'd cum twice, and Jean was craving a new cock.

The foursome had taken my iPhone and made another short porno movie.  We had some fun watching the ten minute video, and then we were all horny again.

Aidan welcomed Jean to the smaller bed, and I got the three girls in mine, taking turns eating each pussy, even the ones with a little cum in them, and then we had a fuck fest into the night trying to keep up with Aidan and Jean.

Sunday morning, we picked up where we'd left off when we fell asleep.  We went until about eleven o'clock, and then cleaned up, remade the beds, and went out to find somewhere to have brunch.  After we ate, Jean left to go home to see if Dave was interested in completing her afternoon with a few more orgasms.  

Sunday evening we drove out to the Dunn's home to see Chip and Gale.  Lyle and Nancy Reddick joined us too, and, not surprisingly, we ended up having a small orgy in their living room where I reacquainted myself with Gale and Nancy, while Aidan, Chip, and Lyle took care of Fran, Sheila, and Ally.

Monday morning, I flew to New Jersey.  Pam had taken over for Jane in an 'acting' role until job assignments could be sorted out.  She made a production of greeting me in Jane's old office, and even had me take a photo of her there to send to Jane.  She hammed it up, but I knew from Jane that she deserved the position she was only 'acting' in.

I spent an hour with Pam going over the projects, and also describing in general terms the strategic planning effort I'd proposed in Denver.  She was interested, and understood the conflict of interest situation Jane had recused herself from.  Just before I left to meet with the project teams, Pam made me promise to join her that evening for dinner and 'whatever' afterwards.  I asked about Pete and Bob, and Pam told me they had a two-on-one date with a willing little minx named Zoey who Pete had met through work.  She said, "They're planning to fuck the living daylights out of her, so I'm on my own and counting on you to do better than that."

I suggested that Bob and Pete bring the minx to Jane's house so we could connect with René and make a night of it.  Pam liked that idea, I called René, and soon everyone had confirmed.  Hours later, about midnight, Pam assured me that she was the most satisfied woman on the planet and that she'd miss me when I went to Denver.  Bob had taken a real liking to René, so I had the feeling she'd be taken care of on the remaining chilly nights of the winter season.

Zoey was a minx.  Although she spent a good part of the night fucking Pete and Bob, I did have her for an hour – long enough to give her the Big Steve Experience, and make a convert of her to the Church of Steve.  Zoey was about five-three, thin but busty, had long straight brunette hair that glistened like dark metal, and a bubbly personality reminding me of champagne.  She loved the physical part of relationships, and we quickly became friends with benefits.  She warmed my heart by telling me she wanted to spend more intimate time with me in the future.  





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 18



When we were nude, I pulled Marge's mature body to mine.  Sure the signs of age were there, but she was trim, busty with erect nipples that burned into my chest, and a passion equal to that of a horny teenager.  After our kiss, we fell onto the bed.  Marge pulled me in front of her, and allowed me to briefly go down on her pussy with my tongue driving into her folds, but then she pulled me up: "Fuck me.  We can do all that stuff another night.  Right now, fuck me.  Put your cock inside me and go wild.  Fuck me hard.  Make love to me."

I honored Marge's request, and as my shaft penetrated her, the room filled with the most exquisite moan of postponed satisfaction I'd ever heard.  I felt the spasms of Marge's pussy around my cock indicating that she'd cum on first penetration.  I held her and kissed her, whispering words of affection and about how sexy she was between kisses.  I could feel her mind expanding in new directions.

We made love for ten minutes before Jane joined us on the bed, lazily stroking her own pussy as she watched the two of us and made cute comments about how we moved, or kissed, or fucked.  She knew I'd take care of her next.  Marge apparently never had someone make love to her so continuously, and as we passed the forty-five minute mark she again was having orgasm after orgasm, and alternately pleading with me to give her another climax or to stop so she could rest and regain her wits.  Whenever I'd pause, Marge would pause with me, but then start to gyrate her hips urging me to start fucking her again.  Of course, I would respond.

At the one hour mark, I told Marge that she was about to have a colossal orgasm, perhaps the most intense she'd ever had, and that I would fill her cunt with my cum.  I was intentionally being crude, but Marge responded unusually well to dirty talk and even used some herself.  Jane joined in, sucking on Marge's tits and rubbing her clit as I pummeled her body.  I started to angle my way into her pussy so that the head of my cock started to stroke her G-spot.  I was pretty numb at this point, but I'd already derived a map of Marge's inner territory, so I felt pretty certain I was hitting the right spots.

I also took over from Jane about stroking Marge's upper body, weakly slapping her sides and lower breasts, and pinching her nipples with just the right intensity, and then holding her neck with the ever so slight threat of choking.  Marge looked at me with awe and she started to crest.  I slapped and stroked her here and there, touching her erogenous zones in magic ways.  With one hand I pinched and squeezed Marge's neck slightly harder to worry her.  With my other hand I pulled her nipples away from her body until her orgasm started.  Marge moaned, and started to cum.  I got off about five large jets of cum into her body, and then Marge's eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out: the Big Steve Experience.

Jane chuckled, "You did it again, you sexual Lothario.  The poor woman is yours for the rest of her life, and we have a new sex slave."

I slowly pulled my cock from Marge's body, watching after I did as the excess cum I'd filled her with immediately started to ooze from her cunt and run down her ass; god that looked erotic.  Jane and I wrapped her in a sheet so she'd feel comfortable in her sexual haze.

I went and held Jane, and we started to make out too, although we had been making out while I'd had my cock in Marge.  Jane inhaled my cock eventually, and then she poured some Grand Marnier from the glass I'd been using over my shaft, and started to lick up the mess she'd made.  Of course, I hardened pretty quickly, and so when Marge started to come around, next to her on the bed Jane and I were fucking up a storm.  Jane had asked me to not hold back or extend, and so I was driving towards my second orgasm in only a few minutes.

Jane popped off a few small orgasms, and then the two of us succumbed to a large gathering of the stars that resulted in another large climax for each of us.  We fell into each other's arms.

Beside us on the bed, Marge softly said, "I've never seen someone else making love.  You were beautiful, absolutely beautiful ... and you made me horny again, or maybe I never stopped being horny.  Oh. Jeeze, I've never been so sexual in my life."

Jane leaned over and kissed Marge on the lips.  "You and Steve were beautiful too.  This evening has been acts of love between us ... the first of many.  Thank you for joining us, and thank you for being so good to me for so long.  I love you."  The pair kissed again, and I pulled Marge's naked body against mine, so that I had Jane on one side of me, and Marge on the other.  We fell asleep that way.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 19



We came back from Aspen to Denver on Sunday night. Those from the east coast caught Monday morning flights, and Jane, Marge, Brenda, and I went to work, as usual, at TCI. By the end of the week I was tired. On my flight from Denver back to Boston the following Friday, I stared out the window of the first class cabin and thought about the sex, my consulting career, the many partners I had available, my lifestyle, and my engagement to Fran. 

Fran didn't just like the sex, she loved it, even craved it. She was always a willing participant in our group parties, and liked having sex with multiple men in one evening, often at the same time. She liked threesomes or foursomes where she'd be made 'air-tight' as the slang expression went: a cock in cunt and ass, as she gave a third man a blowjob. Group sex was a treat.

By admission, Fran was a nymphomaniac - a female blessed with a gene that made her one of the most oversexed women on the planet. Out of seven billion people, half of them female, I wondered how many there really were. Maybe there should be an international club where they could meet similarly inclined males. I guess I attracted them because I sure had a lot of oversexed women around me. Fran's two sisters fit that moniker, along with Zoey, Jane, Marge, and many of the other women I'd slept with.

I wondered if my attraction to oversexed women had to do with pheromones that I gave off that signaled I was available, horny, and had consummate fucking skills. I chuckled at that ridiculous thought.

I recalled Fran's brief flirtation with Joel, particularly how I'd responded to their pairing. Without the prod of that burgeoning relationship I would no doubt have drifted along in my relationship with Fran and not gotten engaged. Seeing her with him or knowing she was at his apartment made me uncharacteristically jealous and cautious because I was picking up strange vibes from him about how he treated women. Finally, at one of our group parties, he'd stepped way over the line with her, and he turned out to be the loser in many ways. Aidan had heard that he'd moved away from Boston.

Fran, and for that matter Sheila and Ally, rarely mentioned that event again after I'd clobbered the asshole for what amounted to attempted anal rape. Nonetheless, I'd sent a message that night not only to Fran but to the others about how I loved them and stood to be their protector, even when faced with someone who was four inches taller and had forty pounds on me. I flexed my hand recalling the near knockout punch I'd made. The other women in my life that heard the story also thought of me as a protector based on that story.

I wondered what being married to Fran in the midst of all the group sex would be like, but then I remembered that Dave and Jean Henson, Fran's mom and dad, had met at a swing party, and had been swinging most of their married life ever since. They'd nicely integrated the 'lifestyle' as they called it, into their daily lives, particularly on the weekends.

Fran and I had talked about having a family. Sheila and Ally had chimed in too, and after some discussion they decided among themselves that eventually I should father one child with each of them. I wondered how we could have three kids and still have Sheila and Ally live with us as a polyamorous family. I didn't want to give up living and loving with the three of them, even when married and even with children, however, there might be some neighborhood stigma wherever we'd be. That would require some further thinking.

I also resolved to do some research about children being raised in extended families. Of course, in the old days, before the mid-twentieth century, living with a household full of people was more the norm than the exception - parents, aunts, uncles, boarders, and who knows who else, would all be housed under one roof, and I suspect sometimes in the same bed.

Was I having too much sex? Had I passed some level of acceptability? In a typical week I'd have sex with five or six women, and sometimes as many as eighteen if one of the New England sex parties took place. I estimated I was having about fifteen 'rounds' of sex a week on average, but I might have two or three orgasms in a round while I gave out four or five times that many.

The thought about all the women I'd had sex with made me pull out a piece of paper and make a list: Fran, Sheila, Ally, Jean, Jane, Pam, Brenda, René, Marge, Cindy, Gale, Nancy, Rita, Zoey, Penny (swinger), Gloria, Mandy, Rose, Sally, Sarah, Helen, Sandy, Wendy, Alice, Paula, Marie, Susan, Betty, Sandra, Sharon, Kim, Dot, Ginny, Margot, Devon, and Julie. There were thirty-six names, and sure many of them I'd only fucked once or twice at the swing parties the Henson's introduced us to or at the hook-ups in Key West. I saved the list because I had fond memories of each woman.

I had a reputation as a bit of a stud, more because I practiced the loving techniques of Tantric Sex than anything else, plus many women talked about the Big Steve Experience with each other - some kind of ultimate orgasm for them. Each woman I made love with often mentioned how she felt an inner warmth from me and love from me that no one else had ever shown her, in some cases even their husbands.

When I thought about making love, I thought about commitment, not in terms of ownership or possessiveness, but in terms of the things my partners and I negotiated and agreed. We hadn't left things open for missed expectations; we'd tried to make the important things explicit. We wanted to be sure we could keep the commitments we made, otherwise I encouraged any of us to say, 'I'm sorry I can't promise that.'

Fran, Sheila, Ally, Jane, René, and I had grown to think of our commitment to each other in terms of a trinity, and no, not one involving some God out there or other religious mumbo-jumbo. This was the trinity of mind, body, and spirit. We were each committed to the growth of ourselves and each other in these three connected areas.

One other thing I missed, yet felt glad it was behind us on the other, was our basking in the honeymoon stage of our relationships where we all felt NRE or new relationship energy. This heightened state of emotional and sexual receptivity that carried such a huge load of sexual and romantic energy also had elements of transience and superficiality, like knowing a shooting star will eventually burn up. Now, for most of us, that time period had passed. We'd become a pretty realistic group of people living and loving together, accepting each other's foibles and faults, and doing a great job of coping together.

The five of us were allowing our warts to show, and we were learning to live with them, and often to laugh at them. We weren't out to fix each other either. Part of our commitment to each other was welcoming our diversity and differences.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 19



Doug nodded with increasing enthusiasm. He thought a moment and asked, "What about the kids?"

Sheri responded by standing up and throwing her arms around, "Heck, they're having more sex than we are ... or than we had all of the past year ... or the past decade. Samantha's eighteen and has a steady boyfriend, and she's been on birth control for four years; what are the odds she's not getting poked on a daily basis. She's young, vital, and horny. Greg is nineteen, a hunk who I know the girls think is a dreamboat; he has his pick of tail, and more than once I've overheard him talking with his friends about scoring."

Doug grimaced at that news. In a near whisper he said, "So, what are we going to do?"

Sheri gave him a mischievous smile, "Maybe we ought to join this polyamorous group or start one of our own."

Doug's head twirled around to look at his wife, "You're kidding, right?"

Sheri shook her head, and then leaned in and kissed him. She turned to me, "Steve, I'm not the catch I used to be - more hips, a little cellulite here and there, but you'd make love with me, wouldn't you?" As she talked she ran her hands down her sides and smoothed her skirt in a sexy way.

Now, that question stopped me in my tracks. The question was loaded like a ticking nuclear bomb. I liked my sister. I'd even fantasized about fucking her a few times, particularly when she was a little younger and I saw her in a bathing suit, but I'd erected some really high barriers in my head about doing anything with her or even flirting with her, despite what I often saw as attempts by her to flirt with me.

I tried to answer her in a diplomatic way, "Errr, I ... you ... you're very attractive, and I've always thought that since I met you before you guys got married, but ... you need to get your own affairs in order, ... yes, that's it, sort out your own relationship and get that on a steady track before branching out with others."

Doug shook his head up and down agreeing with me in a strong way. He turned to Sheri, "Steve's right. Let's be sure of how we feel before inviting any others into our marriage, if we even decide we want to."

I could see Ally lighting up with her impish look. She was about to do something full of mischief. She got up from her chair, and went and sat beside Doug, getting as close to him as she could. Sheri watched her with interest and curiosity. With one hand Ally started to rub Doug's chest, while the other went up to back of his head and neck in a 'romantic' manner. She leaned in and kissed him, and as she got his attention we could all see her tongue worm its way into his mouth. After about a minute or more of a very long French kiss the pair pulled apart slightly.

Doug was panting and blushing at the same time. I could see that Ally had scrambled his brain. He looked at Sheri with a worried look, but she was smiling in a warm way with him.

Ally said in a sultry and vampish voice, "I think you're sexy ... and when you're ready to have someone join you - to have you sink this into their warm body, I'd like to be at the head of the line." Ally dropped one hand down to Doug's crotch and lightly rubbed his manhood. Doug's eyes got about as big as saucers. I almost laughed out loud because Ally was being such a bad little girl.

I again looked at Sheri, but she was almost laughing too. She said to Ally, "See if you can convince him. I'm serious, and I don't need any 'think' time. I know our marriage is strong and I don't plan on wandering about to find some other guy ... well, unless Doug keeps ignoring me the way he has. The best thing he could do now would be to tell me to make love with Steve, and then he does something with Ally - or you other girls - and then we compare notes about how we feel, and reconnect with each other on a new basis. Maybe we'd even learn something to bring to our marriage that will put the missing 'zip' back into it."

Doug looked shocked, "You really think THAT will improve our marriage?"

Sheri nodded emphatically, "Yes, and if you think about it, you do too. I want to do something right now that will jar us out of the rut we've been in. Hell, that's why I came with you to Boston. I wanted to be with you - to shock you back into being in love with me, not treating me as though I'm a convenience where you live. Making love to other people will do that in just the right way, particularly since it's in the family - your brother and his fiancées."

Doug stood up and in an irritated tone said, "Sheri, we need to take a walk, right now."  He moved to where Sheri stood and then practically dragged her out the front door seconds later. We heard the door click, and a moment later the bell on the elevator dinged as it arrived to take them to the ground floor.

The room was very quiet. Ally said, "Did I push them too much?"

I responded with a chuckle, "No, not based on what Sheri said. She really surprised me. I didn't think she was this freethinking, and I can see he's leaning that way. I can imagine the conversation they're having right now."

Fran said, "I like Doug. I wouldn't mind ... being with him."

Sheila nodded, "Me too, but we have to line up behind Ally."

Ally said, "Do you suppose Sheri might be bisexual?"

Sheila said, "Won't know until we try." She laughed gaily.

Fran turned to me, "Where are they going to sleep? The guest room's a mess, and I wonder how they'd do in the master bedroom watching us go at it."

I said with a touch of humor, "Let's see where we are at the end of the evening. The question may answer itself in a nice way."

We went off and did domestic things. I started to wash my dirty laundry from my suitcase, and unpacked the rest. I'd repacked for an early Monday departure to New Jersey, and then set the bag aside. After that I helped Sheila make a grocery list, since Saturday we usually stocked up for the coming week.

Forty minutes later the intercom went off, and Fran buzzed Doug and Sheri back into the building so they could return to our apartment. Fran, Ally, Sheila, and I stood opposite the two in the living room as they filed in.

The two of them studied the four of us, and I could guess the outcome of their discussion by Sheri's smile. They just didn't know how to start things with us without embarrassing themselves.

I stepped forward and gently took Sheri in my arms. I said, "Sister, do you really want me?"

She nodded, and then quickly kissed me. I didn't let her end with just that brief kiss; I enveloped her in my arms and then really planted a major kiss on her lips. After thirty seconds, the kiss started to involve a lot of tongue action, and after two minutes, Sheri was grinding her hips against my groin in a way that left no doubt about what was on her mind.

Following my lead, Ally had moved to Doug and started another sultry kiss with him. Before too long, Sheila and Fran had joined her. Doug didn't know which way to turn next with the three of them trying to kiss him all at once.

Someone turned out most of the lights in the living room and hallway, leaving just a dim light we used to create a romantic mood. Sheri and I were on the love seat, and Doug and my partners were on the long sofa. I was really getting Sheri cranked up, taking advantage of what I knew were a woman's erogenous zones. The more we went at it, the hotter she was getting. Her neck and ears were especially sensitive, and she was responding greatly to my advances.

I slowly unbuttoned one button on Sheri's blouse to see what her reaction might be. She whispered to me, "Just take the damn thing off. I want you to feel me - to make love to my breasts - to make love to my pussy - and to make love to me." The other buttons immediately followed with her help. The blouse went flying. Sheri practically devoured me with her next series of kisses.

On the sofa, I could see that Ally had shed her top. Since she seldom wore a bra, her breasts were immediately bare, and Doug had his head buried in her chest, obviously having a field day sucking on some of the nicest breasts and nipples in captivity. Next to the pair, Sheila was struggling with her top.

Fran moved over to the love seat with Sheri and me. To my surprise and certainly Sheri's, Fran took Sheri's face in her hands and planted a beautiful and romantic kiss on her lips. Sheri's eyes were closed, but I could see her kiss back, and then extend her tongue to turn the kiss into a sapphic French kiss.

Sheri softly said to Fran, "I don't know how to make love to a woman. It's a little scary at my age."

Fran kissed around her face in many ways, and said, "You will by the end of the night. Don't worry. It's easy and you aren't being graded. Do what comes naturally, and if any of us does something that you don't like, tell us and we'll stop."

Sheri whispered, "Oh, please don't stop now. I know I'm going to love this. I need this ... tonight ... in the worst way." 

While the girls had been talking and kissing, I'd opened the side button and zipper on Sheri's slacks. I tapped on her side, and she hefted her hips up as I slid the tan slacks down to her knees, and subsequently off of her body. Seconds later the bra and panties went too.

Moments later no one in the room wore any clothing except me. Sheri said, "Are we going to the bed in your room?"

I asked, "When was the last time you made love on a sofa?"

Sheri said in a tentative ways, "Probably before we were married."

I chuckled, "Well, if you want to change you mindset about things, why don't we stay here."

Sheri smiled and nodded. She understood. If you want to change, first you have to start to change the little things and then work up to the big ones.

As Fran and Sheri kissed, I pulled Sheri's legs apart. Seconds later, I gently touched my tongue right on her clit without any warning. Sheri's entire body shook, not with a massive orgasm, but with a shiver of pleasure at being touched in an intimate place by another man for the first time in twenty-two years.

I massaged, rubbed, and stroked Sheri's entire body from breasts to knees. Slowly, her quivering slowed to be replaced by writhing calculated to increase her own enjoyment of what I was doing to her.

Fran and I changed places and few times, Fran taking over the eating of Sheri's pussy and then fisting the poor woman until she pleaded for mercy after about six strong orgasms. Fran stopped, kissed her way up to Sheri's pert breasts, and then gobbled in one of her nipples with such intensity that Sheri climaxed again. As they had made love, I'd stripped away my clothes, ending as the last nude person in the room.

I moved in front of my sister, positioned my shaft of iron in the folds of her pussy, and slowly pushed into her body, stopping occasionally to allow her to get used to my length and fullness. Sheri moaned a long wail of pleasure that I know signaled Doug exactly what had just happened.

I turned to him, and he smiled at me. Ally was already riding his cock facing him, and Doug had been lapping at her boobs as they fucked. Sheila sat naked beside the pair feeding Doug's fingers into her pussy, just what Fran and I had started to do seconds earlier.

Sheri and I went on a long time, and migrated through many positions, each calculated to bring her a different kind of pleasure. In some, she opened up to Fran's fingers, lips, and tongue in erotic and stimulating ways. Sheri's labia were swollen in her sexual excitement, and were extremely prevalent. As I fucked Sheri, Fran could suck her labia into her mouth and play. 

A glance to the side, and I saw my brother fucking Sheila in the missionary position. The pair were being very enthusiastic and driving hard into each other. Ally was saying really dirty things to the pair from right beside them.

Sheri started to plead with me to cum inside her. "I believe you now. I thought you were kidding before about being able to go for a long time. I'm going to be sore later, and I want to be able to make love with you and my husband again."

I smiled, "OK, time for a big one then." Without rushing, I started to go through the steps I'd used several times to bring really large orgasms to people I love. I swatted Sheri's breasts and butt, stroked key places around her breasts and her side, held her neck, and kissed her as I pumped into her body. I worked a finger under her ass so I could be ready to push part of a digit into her dark hole. I didn't want Sheri to pass out because that would freak her out at this stage.

Sheri started to cum; probably we were up around orgasm number fifteen. I relaxed my inner muscles, and felt my balls start to empty into the ductwork that brings my semen to the outside world. Just as Sheri crested, so did I, and we froze together as our orgasms hit.

Doug sat with his arms around Ally and Sheila on the sofa watching the three of us. Both girls were stroking his flaccid cock. Ally had her legs spread to show the white glow of his cum seeping from her pussy. And, seconds after that I filled Sheri's cunt with my own white goo as she loudly groaned into her climax.

After I extracted from Sheri, and fell beside her on the sofa, I looked at the six of us. We were all panting and aglow with sexual excitement; a good way to be in my book. 

I whispered to Sheri, "Go to your husband. Show him you love him. Reassure him that you haven't tossed him to the curb."

She kissed me again, and then moved over to him, displacing Ally, who came and joined Fran and me. Sheila remained on Doug's other side.

Doug and Sheri kissed and made out. They were whispering words of love and commitment to each other, assuring each other that they still were the loving spouses they'd been for the past twenty years, only now they'd expanded their horizons and had new experiences to talk about and share.

As Doug and Sheri kissed, Sheila moved to fellate Doug back to hardness. It didn't take her long, and I figured a good part of his arousal was the whole environment in the living room.

When he was rigid and fuckable, Sheila tapped Sheri on her leg and nodded at Doug's cock. Sheri got the message right away. She moved over the top of her husband, spread her legs over him and sank down on his erection. They started to fuck as Doug alternately kissed his wife and Sheila. I did notice that as Sheri mounted her husband, a large dollop of my cum dropped out of her onto his thigh. I hope he wasn't grossed out, but I do cum a lot, so this was bound to happen. I held my laugh in, knowing how fastidious my brother could be about some things.

I made love with Fran and Ally, thoroughly enjoying Ally's sloppy seconds and the loud sloshing sounds we found we could make as we fucked. We were laughing and playing, and Fran was right there with us. Eventually, I added to the load already in Ally's pussy. 

We took round three into the master bedroom. Now, Doug and Sheri could see why we had the oversize king bed, and a queen bed in the room. Doug and Fran took the queen, and I took the others in the king. After making love to each of them, I finished off in Sheri again, and then we went to sleep with my sister wrapped in my arms, Ally spooned in behind her, and Sheila on my other side.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 19



Pam and I collected René at the house, and went to dinner in Morristown. René entertained us with a few details about her OB/GYN rotation in her PA program. She had us chuckling with her about how everyone in the class 'caught' whatever diseases or symptoms the people in their rotations had. Thus, in her womanly part of the program, she found it humorous that the male students were feeling menstrual cramps, labor pains, sore breasts, and other female-only symptoms.

We went back to the house, and the three of us made love for a few hours before winding up the day and going to sleep. 

To be continued

My thanks for editing to Germandragon. He fixes the words I left out, and the ones I put in that didn't belong, puts commas in the right places, sees where I've been inconsistent between pages, and makes valuable suggestions that enhance the reading.



Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 20



We were all up early the next day: Pam and I to get to work at TCI, and René to head off to her classes and rotation. René dropped a bit of a bomb on me just before she left, "Steve, I should have mentioned this last night, but it looks like I might have a job just outside Boston after the end of the semester. I have to do a residency, just the way doctors do. This one is in Concord at a place called Emerson Hospital. It looks nice on the Internet; do you know it?"

I stammered and stuttered, "Of course, I know it. It's a beautiful place with a great reputation in the area. I think it's affiliated with Mass General too, so you'll end up with a great set of credentials."

René said, "In a month, I have to go up there to find a place to live. Maybe I can travel with you when you go home on a Friday."

I blurted out, "Oooooh, NO! You already have a place to live! It's with me. You're MY sex slave, so you'd better deliver on your indenture, slave."

René laughed as she put her dishes in the sink, "You're kidding, right? I don't want to be a burden."

"No, I'm very serious. I want you to come and live with us. You've been part of this crazy extended family of mine almost from the start, and you've met most of the people closest to me. I know Fran, Sheila, and Ally would be upset if you didn't at least consider moving in with us. We have the room, and we want you."

René studied me to test my sincerity. "Let me think about it. I'll be home about eight tonight and we can talk some more."

Pam pulled me through the door in the direction of the car. She yelled back at René, "Wait to have dinner. We'll go out again. I'll be here too."

Pam's availability was news too. I had a million questions about whether Jane knew about René's departure in two months. I had the feeling that she didn't, and I didn't think it was my place to tell her. I'd see what René said that evening.

I did call the apartment as soon as I got to TCI and had some privacy in the conference room. Fran and Ally were still there, but Sheila had already left for work. I quickly described what I knew about René's plans and asked whether I'd be out of place inviting her to be our roommate.

Without hesitation, the two effused over the idea that René could stay with us. They loved the idea and assured me that Sheila would too. Nonetheless, after ending the short call with them, I called Sheila and got her just before she got to her job. I repeated the situation with René, and she too made me swear to insist that she come and live with us.

Personally, I worried a little about the dynamic of one guy - me, living with four women, and trying to please them sexually. The three girls in Cambridge were sisters, and I considered myself engaged to all of them with Fran being a primary of some kind. That was the vocabulary they used, so I'd adopted it. How would René's presence affect the balance between the sisters, or me and the sisters, or me and René for that matter? Would Jane be pissed at me or us for stealing her sex slave? I chuckled to myself as I posed the last question.

I sent Jane my usual morning text shortly after I guessed she'd gotten up. I also texted Marge just so she wouldn't think I'd forgotten about her too. Shortly, I heard back from each of them with short 'I love you' messages. Marge had told me that my messages to her also reminded her that she needed to communicate with Malcomb back in New Jersey. Apparently, as Marge was spending so much time in Denver, her widow friend Marion had moved in with Malcomb and the two of them were fucking up a storm, now that Malcomb had reestablished himself as a sexual animal.

From time to time, I also sent emails or texts to Jean, Brenda, Gale, Nancy, Rita, and a few others I could claim as lovers, just so they would know I was thinking about them. Fran encouraged the practice because she knew how special it made each woman feel about the impression she'd made on me.

I ended my meeting with one of the project teams at five o'clock. Several of them were going to take the PATH train into New York City to go to a Broadway show, and I didn't want to screw up their social plans. I was pleased that those going were a mix of TCI and FDC people. The interaction between the two teams was good and build great client relationships. Of course, I had my own great relationships with Jane, Pam, and Brenda.

I stuck my head in Pam's office briefly, waved, and then went to use her empty conference room until she was ready to leave. During my wait, I disposed of about a hundred emails, most of which were of the FYI variety.

Pam came and got me about six o'clock, and we headed out to go to what I called 'home' in New Jersey - Jane's pretty home. Pam wanted to stop by her house to pick up some clothes for the next day, so we took the long way to Jane's.

At Pam's home, Pete was there, and so was Zoey - the little slut Pete and Bob had picked up at a party they were at one night a few months earlier. Zoey was a certified nymphomaniac, the kind of girl that can never get enough sex on a 24/7 basis. I'd been with her a few times when we got together as a group, and indeed she was young, cute, wise beyond her years, and her reputation was justified. Zoey was scantily dressed, and I thought it was pretty obvious that Pete had recently fucked her since they both had that flushed look. I'd learned from Pam that Zoey, while a great slut, belonged to MENSA, and had a trust fund larger than the state of New Jersey.

Pam kissed her husband, and then even kissed Zoey. She asked about Bob, and found that he was due home in about an hour. Hearing that, Zoey hopped up and said, "Oh, I guess I'd better start dinner."

Pam cocked her head to one side upon hearing that but let it slide by. Here was Pete's little slut sort of taking over some of the domestic duties of the home, and clearly after fucking her husband. 

Of course, there I stood, Pam's paramour, waiting for her to change clothes and pack a small bag so she could spend the night with me. When I had a chance to pull Pam aside so she wasn't in front of the others, I said, "Pam, if you want to stay here with Pete and Bob tonight, by all means do so. I don't want to be the cause of any rift or have you honoring some expectation you think I have about you having to be with me. I saw how you were ... what, upset? ... about Zoey fixing dinner for the guys."

Pam studied me, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and said, "That's exactly why I love you so much. The guys and Zoey are fine; they'll fuck the living daylights out of her tonight ... or she will do them that way. Either way, they're fine and don't need me around to cramp their style. They like to DP her anyway, and I only do that about once a year. Besides, I have a beautiful evening planned with you and René." She gave me a sweet smile and kissed my cheek.

I accepted her statement, but worried about her absence from her own home front. We visited a little with the two of them until Bob came home. Everyone kissed for a bit, and then Pam and I left. I thought how awkward I felt, leaving with a wife while her husband and other partner in their threesome sat with their hot little slut awaiting her to serve them dinner, and then obviously expecting a wild night of sex with Zoey. There were a lot of strange situations like that in my life.

Pam and I were sitting in Jane's living room having a glass of wine when René got home. She looked tired from a busy day. We both got up to give kisses and welcome home hugs. I could see her outlook improving by the second.

Before I unloaded all my pent up questions on René, I suggested with go the Madison Inn for dinner, an idea that met with success. We turned and headed out the door, leaving our empty glasses and an empty plate that had held some cheese and crackers to clean up later.

After we'd ordered dinner, René looked at me. I'd already discovered she could read me like a book. She said, "All right, I know you're full of questions. Fire away."

I grinned, "Well, for starters, why don't you give us the who, what, why, where, when, and how, on what you told us this morning about moving to Boston."

René smiled, "Well, it actually got a little firmer today. I got a call from Emerson Hospital, and they definitely want me, the pay is good, and I'll have three of their top docs as my mentors and bosses. The job starts a week after the end of this semester. If they sign off on my work, then I am - Ta dah! - a real physicians assistant, and I can hang out my shingle so long as I have a boss who's a licensed doctor."

Pam asked, "Why'd you pick Emerson? I assume you had a choice."

"I did, and I chose it because ... well, Steve and his covey of women are there, and I wanted to be close to him and them."

I spoke up, "Then definitely my offer of this morning stands."

René said, "But you'll have to ask each of your partners about me. I don't want to upset anything, particularly with you engaged to one of them."

I smiled. "Already done. They not only want you, they want you with enthusiasm to have you in our pack. I talked to each of them this morning after you indicated you might be coming up there."

René flopped back in her chair, "Oh, this is so cool. I ... I mean ... This'll be like a dream come true to live with you for a while. Look, if I am upsetting anything you've got to let me know and I'll find another place. I'll pay rent of course. And, depending on my schedule I can help do housework and cook just like I was doing here." She grinned and added, "Plus, I still have my sex slave duties to perform now and then, if you want me."

I laughed, "Oh, I want you, all right." After a moment, I asked, "We'll work out the details later. Right now my big question is, have you told Jane?"

René grimaced, "No. I guess I need to, huh?"

I nodded. "She might want you or me to arrange care for her house, and things like that. She does seem marooned in Denver for the time being."

Pam stepped in, "I could check on the house if it's only a couple of times a week. It's not too far off my usual route home, plus the times you're in New Jersey you'd probably be staying there anyway, wouldn't you?"

I said, "If Jane is still willing to let me."

René said, "I'll call her this weekend and iron out the details. Can I commit the two of you to checking on the house and living there as you said?"

Pam and I nodded.

René went on to talk about what she knew about her upcoming job, and the need to pass all her courses before she finished up her formal schooling. Pam and I were fascinated with her schooling and the probationary period as an entry-level PA.

After dinner, we did the predictable, and went back to Jane's house to make love. To spice things up for Jane, I used an app on my iPhone that takes time-delayed selfies, and I got a picture of the three of us in her bed about to make love. I sexted the picture with the caption, 'We miss you. Love from P, R, and S.'

Two minutes later I got a reply sext from Jane. It was a picture of Marge's legs and pussy, proving at least that Marge hadn't been wearing any underwear at work that day. The caption she gave the picture was, 'We miss you too - all of you.' 

A little later, Jane sent another picture, this time of herself, Marge, and TJ similarly dressed in nothing and about to make love. Her caption this time said,  'Same thing seems to be going on out here in the west - lots of arousal and fucking. Have fun. Call me tomorrow around my lunch hour. Come and make love to me soon. J'

My reply sext photo showed my cock buried to the hilt in Pam's hairy pussy. René took the photo and I thought it was a good representation of how the evening seemed to be ending. Much later, I texted one showing René's pussy with my cum leaking from the gaping hole I'd left after my long assault on her sex. All I got as replies each time were smiley faces, so I guessed they were too busy to take photos out west.

On Friday, I brought René home with me to Cambridge. She'd been up a couple of times before, but I thought she'd like to talk to her future roommates (Fran, Sheila, and Ally), and see some of the details about Emerson Hospital. Aidan joined us on Friday by special request, and Rita's husband Sean also came by since Rita had gone to mid-state New York to her parents' home for the weekend. Fortunately, this improved the ratio of men to women for the weekend. 

René was in the spirit of the weekend, and after dinner on Friday went off with Sean to our bedroom without much ado. Aidan coupled with Ally, and I had Fran and Sheila. After round one of some comfortable sex, we changed partners. 

I remember holding Sheila as Fran sucked my cum from her pussy, and thinking how great a sex life we each had. What other's fantasized about, we lived on a daily basis.

Saturday morning, after a round of morning sex, I took René and we drove out to Concord to walk around Emerson Hospital. One of the nurses stopped us to ask if she could help us find something and René explained her status. The nurse grabbed ahold of her wrist and led her through a maze of corridors as I followed, and into a doctor's office. The man she introduced us to was Doctor Howard Grayson, the man René would report to.

Howard was an aging, gray haired, distinguished looking, elder statesman on the hospital staff who oversaw and mentored the young PAs like René. He was so welcoming and effusive over René's arrival; I thought she'd blush her way into oblivion. He made sure she got a royal tour of the hospital, joined us for lunch, and kept introducing her to other colleagues she'd interact with. By three o'clock in the afternoon when we left, René's head was swimming with information and names, and I could tell she was juiced up like never before about finishing her program back in New Jersey.

Sean and Aidan had taken the girls to a Boston Red Sox game for the afternoon. Somehow Sean had gotten five tickets at the last minute. They were just getting home after walking from Fenway as René and I arrived. We shared our experiences, and then I nudged René to call Jane and bring her up to date.

René went off with her cellphone and soon I could hear her explaining the emerging situation and her change of life to Jane. I brought René a glass of wine to her delight as she talked. I detected a conciliatory tone in René's voice that indicated to me that Jane might feel a little miffed at the upcoming changes. Accordingly, I indicated to René that I wanted to talk to Jane when she was through.

Fifteen minutes later, René came back into the living room and passed me her cellphone so I could talk to Jane. I went off into the bedroom so I didn't have to compete with the living room conversations as we talked.

"Hi Darling."

"Hi. I'm missing René, but then I haven't seen her for two months."

"She'll still be in contact even though she'll be living up in Cambridge with us. She's not gone forever."

"I know. I know. Moreover, when she moved in with us we talked about just this situation as she finished her degree and would need to move on. Is the place she's going to work nice."

"Mind-blowingly nice. She got such a warm reception today when I took her out to the hospital. It's not far, and for her it'll be a reverse commute, so the traffic won't be too bad."

Jane opined, "Plus she's cute, and she'll meet all these hunky doctors out there who'll want to get into her pants."

I chuckled, "I'll tell her not to wear any when she goes to work, just like Marge. Hey, I loved the photos the other night. That was fun."

Jane laughed, "They blew TJ out of the water, and Marge too. They both got turned on even further seeing what you guys were up to."

I reminded her, "You do delete those from your phone, right?"

"I will. I went back and looked at them all again the next morning. I know what you said about someone finding them on my phone. Bad idea, right?"

"Right, particularly for someone in your exalted position."

"I'm being pressured to take this job on a full-time basis, but I don't want it."

I asked, "What is that job a stepping stone to?"

"Good question." After a silence, Jane said, "I guess either an EVP post or chief operating officer."

"Are you deserving of either?"

I heard the pride in her voice come through, "Oh, absolutely. In the months I've been here I've turned the whole place around. We have the largest profits for the quarter ending next week that this unit has ever posted. Morale is up. Attrition is down. We have a banner crop of new employees starting with us in June after they graduate. This is an entirely different company now than when I took over."

"Why don't you argue that you've done your thing, left your mark, and now you want to get back to your old job - or something back east?"

"I'll give it another go. You reminded me of a few ways to come at the problem."

I reminded Jane, "I will see you Monday afternoon, as usual."

"Great. Brenda and Mike want to join us that evening for dinner and afterwards. Marge might come too, although I heard TJ asking her to go somewhere with him."

We talked a little longer and then ended the call. Back in the living room I gave René a questioning look. She shook her head, "Jane's not happy at the change, but is sort of resigned to it."

I recommended, "Send Jane some flowers and card saying, 'Thanks for being so understanding.' She'll appreciate and it'll help grease the skids. Be sure to tell her you love her and still want to be in her life.

René flew back to New Jersey Sunday morning so she could get a day of studying in. She remained pumped up from her visit to Emerson, and I guessed that she'd see an increase in her grades because of her renewed enthusiasm for the end result.

René's departure left three men - Sean, Aidan, and me, and three women - Fran, Sheila, and Ally. Fran put the men's names in her baseball cap, and had each girl draw to see whom they'd start the rest of Sunday with. Fran got Sean, Sheila got Aidan, and Ally chose me by default.

We went into the master bedroom with the two beds in it. Sean and Fran ended right beside Ally and me. As Sean started to eat Fran out, Ally started a blowjob on me - one of her favorite things to do. Fran and I were lying back and making out, at least until Fran started to tell me in detail about what Sean was doing to her and how much she liked it. This was her 'dirty talk,' and in seconds she had me hardening even further.

"Steve, I can feel Sean's tongue trying to fuck my tight little pussy. Oh, now I'm being double penetrated by his tongue and his fingers ... oh, fuck, he's put a finger in my ass too. This feels like a warm bath, so nice and so wonderful. I never want it to stop, and you know ... Sean ... your friend ... the husband of Rita who you like to stick your cock into and fuck until you cum ... well, he's going to make me ... CUM!"

Fran's back arched, and a climax rolled past her. Sean shot me a quick glance with a wicked smile of satisfaction. 

As Sean moved up to plow into Fran in the missionary position, Ally shifted to mount me. Fran kept up her running commentary about how 'hot' Ally and I looked as we fucked - she described in lurid detail what my cock sliding into her sister's cunt looked like, how Ally's breasts shimmied and resonated with our fucking motions, and how nice Sean's fat cock felt in her quim. I had to applaud Fran for having such a wide vocabulary of words for everything sexual.

Fran wasn't only turning me on; she was getting each of us in the room more aroused than we'd been in quite a while. We jockeyed around in other positions, and the commentary continued, now describing what new areas in her own pussy Sean's cock was finding to stimulate. 

Sean and I changed partners for a few minutes just to give Fran something to talk about. She didn't stop, talking about how our cocks felt different inside her, and how our hands, tongues, and lips were doing different things than the other. We changed back after a couple of minutes when Fran seemed to run out of steam, and that gave her another charge of words to describe how the change was heating her up to be 'the most fuckable girl on the planet.'




Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 20



Sean eventually came after several huge thrusts of his body into Fran's when they were in the doggie position, and then the couple collapsed with him lying on her back and still embedded in her cunt. The commentary continued right through their mutual orgasms, and into feeling his essence seeping out of her around his deflating hose.

I gave up trying to resist at that point. Ally was on the side of the bed as I stood on the floor plowing into her pussy and playing with her jiggly breasts. I got Ally on a high sexual edge and then we both came together as Fran described what we looked like and what the surges of my cum into Ally's hot pussy probably felt like to Ally and to me. She was better than any sportscaster and I'd give her a job as a 'sexcaster' any day.

On the other bed, Sheila and Aidan finished consummating their agreed upon assignment to have sex. Sheila had ridden Aidan to where their two climaxes coincided with Ally and me. Fran realized late what had happened there, but did some after the fact reporting.

The women were all drippy, and to my surprise, the three of us men rotated and started to eat the cum from one of the girl's pussies. I had Fran, and as I ate my late breakfast, I got her to climax a few more times. Fran kept up her running commentary on a lick-by-lick basis in her case.

We changed partners a few more times as the day went on. Rita got home from her visit out of state and came straight to my condo. That got her triple teamed by Aidan, Sean, and me about two minutes after she arrived. She'd called in a few times while she'd been driving on the Mass Pike, and we'd had Fran continue her sexcasting about what had happened or what was happening at that minute during the call. Rita was dripping with anticipation by the time she got to my front door. I slid right into her pussy; Sean took her ass; and Aidan slid into her mouth with great excitement. Fran now had something else to talk about.

The seven of us finally quit about ten p.m. We were fucked out on all counts.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 20



I slammed into her, and I felt the internal spasms of her body start to reel off another orgasm: light slaps and touches in the right place, squeeze just right, finger in ass, and I started to cum. Edie screamed her bliss, as the jets of my cum started to fill her cunt. Four jets in, and Edie blacked out.

I finished my own orgasm, extracted myself and the vibrator, and moved to hold Edie in my arms in a tender way. Two people I didn't know had watched us climax; later I learned they were Robyn and Blake. Robyn asked, "Is Edie all right? Should I get help?"

I nodded, "No, she'll be fine. She just had a little too much pleasure all at once. Her circuits got overloaded."

Blake asked, "How long will she be out?"

"Just a few seconds ... maybe a minute or two. Stay here; you'll see."

Sure enough, after a minute Edie's eyes flashed open. She looked up at me and then at her friends. I could see her composing her wits about her. Finally, she sat up, "Holy shit! THAT was the best fucking orgasm of my life ... I mean EVER, EVER, EVER in my whole fucking life."

Robyn sat beside us on the bed and stroked Edie's arm. "You OK?" I couldn't help but notice that Robyn was one hot number too. I hoped she might stick around.

"Oh, fuck Robyn. I am so better than OK. You have got to fuck this man. He's WONDERFUL - W. O. N. D. E. R. F. U. L. He's the first man I've found, even better than Brady, who understands a woman's body. He knows places 'I' didn't know about to make me cum."

Edie turned to me and kissed me with passion and love. "Oh, Steve, I love you. I mean I really love you. You have GOT to stay in my life."

I chuckled, "Edie, that's your orgasms talking."

"You fucking bet it's my orgasms talking, and my orgasms want sisters and brothers. Where did you ever learn to do what you just did to me?"

Still teasing I said, "I went to school."

"Well, you must have gotten a Ph.D. in lovemaking, because that was the best fuck of my entire life."

Suddenly, Robyn started to stroke my arm in a romantic way. She said in a low, sultry tone, "Would you save some time for me later. I promised myself to Blake for now."

Blake said, "Oh, no, Robyn. I don't mind. You go with Steve. I'll stay and keep Edie company. If she's willing maybe I can give her something else a little less robust to think about." He turned to me, "And Steve, you appear to be a hard act to follow. I want to know where you learned what you did, really."

Before I could respond, Robyn dragged me from the bed and back to the living room. The room was filled with six couples in various stages of lovemaking. Marge and TJ were one of the couples; she waved at me.

Robyn was a hefty red head, and my guess a soccer mom. She had a beautiful face, and could have modeled cosmetics for national magazines. She had a smile that belonged in a toothpaste commercial too.

I said to Robyn, "What's your story?"

I expected some bland story about suburbia. Instead, Robyn said, "Beside the boring stuff you're not interested in, I'm a slut. My boyfriend trained me over four years. If I'm left with men - one, three, ten - I fuck them repeatedly until I wear them out. I'm a nymphomaniac. I want to give pleasure, but more than that I want to have climax after climax. I want every orifice I have to be dripping cum - and right now, that's your cum. Now, what's YOUR story?"

I smiled, "I live with three women - soon to be four. I have a dozen others I fuck regularly, and a dozen beyond that I get together with often - like this. I am a Sex God that understands every pore of your body and how to make you come alive like you've never dreamed about. Anything else you need to know, you'll find out over the next hour or two."

"Oh, so you think you can go a long time. I bet." Her voice had a sarcastic tone on the last two words. She wasn't a believer, but I'd prove her wrong.

I just nodded, and gestured to my cock. Robyn went down on me, inhaling my cock until her nose pressed against my pubes. She was good, and I was hard in a minute. Robyn commented, "This is nice. I can taste Edie on you. I like that in a man." We both laughed.

I pushed Robyn onto her back on the sofa, and entered her body with my swollen prick. So far this wasn't a peak experience for Robyn, but then I started to touch her in places I knew were typical erogenous zones. She started to squirm and twist, pushing to meet my thrusts. We changed positions a couple of times, and each time I found new places to stimulate her sexually. 

I kept a variety of techniques going, usually several at once. Dirty talk seemed to turn her on more, so I started a steady diet of sexual words and phrases to appeal to her lascivious side. I pulled away for a while and ate her pussy. She tasted divine, and I could have stayed there the rest of the night, but I had other plans.

After a half hour Robyn expressed her amazement at my staying power, but she wrote it off to my having already cum with Edie. I kept bringing Robyn orgasms of varying intensities. 

Edie came by, and gave me a big kiss. I whispered a request to her, and she scampered off only to return a minute later with the infamous vibrator that had been up her ass. She told me she'd cleaned it. I gave her a diabolical smile as I turned it on, and thrust it into Robyn's ass. Robyn came instantly, and gushed out some girl juice that flooded the sofa. Edie laughed at how predictable her friend was.

We passed the one-hour mark, and Robyn expressed worry about her own stamina and staying power. Meanwhile, I'd had several 'dry' orgasms, and kept saving the big one for later. A number of people had gathered in the doorway to watch our little show, many drawn by Robyn's expletives and expressive vocabulary about what we were doing. I heard a number of them commenting about how long we'd been fucking and how many orgasms we'd both shared.

Robyn pleaded with me to finish her off at about one hour twenty minutes. I kissed her again, noting how she'd turned into a pile of sexual mush after the dozens of orgasms I'd insisted she have. I finished with her two minutes later when she was having another peak. 

Robyn didn't faint, but she certainly had a peak experience in her life when I gave her the Big Steve Experience. She had her finger nails dug into my back, and her legs had repeatedly jerked my body, and hence my cock, into her pussy as I came in buckets again. 

In our afterglow, Robyn said, "Holy shit, you ARE a Sex God. I thought that was just some macho statement Edie repeated. That was the best sex I've ever had. Edie was right." After a pause and some kisses, she said, "I sure hope you plan to come to a lot of these parties. I want to do this every time with you ... heck, I want to do it every couple of hours with you ... actually, I never want to stop doing it with you."

We lay there basking in our afterglow for a while. I had to admit I was tired, plus nestled in Robyn's cunt felt really nice. Her vagina felt like molten velvet, and the hot lava trying to escape was the cum I'd put into her caldron. After a few minutes, I started to pump into her pussy again. Robyn's eyes got large; she turned to me for a kiss and said, "Not again. I'll be too sore. I've never fucked like this before." 

I pulled out until just the helmet of my cock was inside her; I could feel the cool air on the rest of my cock where Robyn's juices had left me wet. The sensations were nice. Eventually, I allowed my flaccid cock to flop out of Robyn. What followed was a geyser of cum that flooded our midsections, dripped on the sofa, and from there onto the marble floor. We both laughed and Robyn scurried away to a bathroom holding her crotch to avoid leaving a track through the house.

Robyn came back after cleaning up, and so did Edie after a romp with someone else. The two women snuggled into me for the next forty-five minutes and we got to know each other better. We stroked each other a lot but it was more sensual than sexual.

I found Marge when we went to get a drink. She seemed overjoyed at my wish to spend time with her. Consequently, I let her demonstrate her relatively new blowjob skills on me, and then we coupled and had a nice slow fuck as I told her how special she was. I didn't know someone could blush while they were having sex, the ultimate in exhibitionist behavior. 

Jane, Marge, and I capped off the evening together, and then we collected our clothing and drove back to the hotel. The three of us stripped naked and slept together, although I honored Jane's suggestion that I make love to her before we slept. Somehow, I rose to the occasion.

To be continued

And my thanks to germandragon for his editing and the patience to wade through about 550 pages of this story in Word before the ending. He did a great job.



Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 21







Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 21



Eventually, I blasted a lot of cum into Jane; surprised at the volume because I'd fucked Fran just before we left for the airport and I'd filled her up with something to remember me by on the airplane trip.  Marge made me pull away from Jane so she could have a feast on the sodden pussy I'd just left behind.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 21



I didn't know what to say for a moment.  Jane asked the next question, "How do you feel about the other men in your circle – the group we've been messing around with – when they make love to Edie?"

"The same way."

Brenda asked, "How does Edie feel about you, for instance when you were fucking me the other night?"

"The same way, but I think she compartmentalizes things better, at least she tells me she does.  I've had my share of women I've fallen in love with too, not to get even or anything, just to enjoy the chemistry between us.  I'm infatuated with Robyn right now."

I said, "So the two of you tolerate each other's love affairs, but enjoy the affairs yourself."

Brady shook his head, "Wait, we're emphasizing too much of a downside to this in this conversation.  We don't think it's that negative.  We talk at least every few months about whether to continue the lifestyle and even whether to take the risk of falling more permanently in love with someone else, so much that we'd want to end the marriage and form a new one.  We have almost twenty years of this too, and the answer is always the same, we are each other's primary relationship, we love each other for the long term, and while we have other friends and lovers, we are each other's home base."

Brenda asked, "Do you put restrictions on your open marriage?"

Brady said, "We used to try them, but ultimately gave them up.  We tried saying, we could only be with other people when the other was in the room or in the house; or, the other had to know about it ahead of time.  There were always situations that popped up that made adherence difficult, so we just said screw it, do what you want, keep loving me, and I'll be in your bed tonight.  That said, we make sure we don't do things behind the other's back. We have no secrets."

By that time, we'd all finished lunch.  I could see that Jane was antsy to get back to work, so we carried our trays to where we pushed them through the wall to the clean up staff, and headed off in different directions to return to work.

As I walked with Jane, she said to me, "This'll sound crazy, but I approve of you having a special place in your heart for all the other women I know you love, and even for the new ones you might be thinking about – Edie or Ivy, for instance."

To keep things above board in the halls of TCI, I just reached up and touched her elbow and squeezed affectionately.  I said in a low voice, "I love you, Jane.  Thank you for not getting too bent out of shape about my lifestyle."

Before I could go on, Jane laughed, "Or mine.  Don't forget how into orgasms I am, or who did the gangbang at the little soiree you took me to in Massachusetts.  We both have interesting lifestyles, and I love mine.  Thank you for helping me find and explore a side of myself I never knew about."

I said softly, "That's sex.  You're compartmentalizing or generalizing.  I didn't get to finish my thought.  I am beyond ecstatic that you are in my life ... and in my lifestyle.  That said, think about who you love ... besides me, I hope."

Jane nodded as we got to her office doorway.  She turned and said, "Good question.  You know I love you.  I'll think about that and see you later ... Lover."


To be continued

Germandragon did the editing; Thank you.



Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 22



When I called home from Denver on Wednesday night, Fran explained that Sheila was on an airplane bound for LA. Apparently, the museum where she worked had a chance to borrow some rare Chinese art for a year in trade for various carved Italian marbles dating back to the dawn of civilization.

Sheila took every job assignment with great enthusiasm and also care in terms of getting the best for the Boston Museum. She'd already developed a worldwide network of friends who were curators at other museums and spent part of each day talking to them and arranging interesting displays and trades that were usually win-win situations for both museums.

I called Sheila's cellphone, not expecting an answer, but I left a long 'I love you' message for her, and told her I'd try to check in with her the next day. Fran thought Sheila might be on the west coast for ten days or so. In my message, I suggested that Sheila think about swinging through Denver on the way home to see some of my friends in that city whom she hadn't met yet.

Ally was off prowling with her friends that night too. Given our family arrangement and open relationship, I rarely minded when any of the girls went out, even if they might hook up with some new guy that hadn't been on the radar screen before. After all, that was what I had ended up doing, so I never felt I could hold them to a different standard than I held myself.

Nonetheless, after the incident with Joel, any hookups that Fran, Sheila, or Ally had chosen to do so far were within our established network of friends, most often Aidan. He'd try to stay with the girls at least three nights a week, usually Tuesday through Thursday nights. The other nights he'd be with the Reddicks or Dunns at their homes in Farborough. 

Other hookups were rare. Aidan had brought Chip by for two nights when Gale was out of town. Another time, Lyle had come into Cambridge for a night to join Aidan with the girls. Even Aidan was skittish about introducing new male blood into the circle since he'd been one of the people that thought Joel was acceptable.

I'd made it clear that I was comfortable with these situations, and that they didn't need to feel any guilt for not checking with me ahead of time. I always enjoyed hearing about their assignations after they occurred, as they seemed to enjoy hearing about mine, particularly the new swing group Jane and Brady had introduced me to in Denver.

Friday, I had lunch with Jane and Marge. I was staying the weekend, planning to work on the TCI strategic planning project for the Rocky Mountain Division, and then continuing the work until the following Friday when I'd fly back home to Boston.

Jane and Marge were ecstatic that I was staying. Marge whispered to me that she expected me to be her 'boy toy' the rest of my visit, rending her pussy a 'shivering mass of orgasming protoplasm' several times a day. Jane liked the sound of that, and after repeating the phrase several times, declared that I needed to render the same service to her. 

About that time Brenda joined us at our lunch table. She heard enough to suggest that I hold a small reserve to do the same to her, while Mike plundered Jane and Marge. She invited us to their home Saturday afternoon, explicitly suggesting that we stay over so we could fuck all night into Sunday. Brenda had turned out to be as big a slut as Marge and Jane, so I felt right at home with any of them, and I loved them all - with a very special place in my heart for Jane.

Jane remained trapped in the role of Acting Vice President for the Rocky Mountain Division of TCI. She firmly told the TCI president that she didn't want the job on a fulltime basis, and that she wanted to head back east as soon as possible. He wanted her in that position, so there was some sort of standoff between the two that left the status quo in place for the indefinite future.

When I was in New Jersey I continued to use Jane's home as my home away from home. René was weeks from finishing her advanced degree as a Physician's Assistant. She'd move into the condo I shared with the sisters in Cambridge when she started her work at a hospital just outside Boston.

Jane had made it home to New Jersey once in the months she'd been in Colorado, mainly for a three-day strategic planning session at corporate headquarters. She informed me later that the session had turned out not to be strategic or about planning due to the shortsightedness of the senior executives. She had pushed again for a broader corporate planning job, and I, of course, was interested in getting the consulting side of that job for FDC, my consulting firm. John Ringler was the TCI man knighted as the head of corporate planning, but so far his job had been wrapped up in a two-year budget cycle exercise involving the entire company; so, no strategic vision, and not much planning beyond extrapolations from the past couple of years.

Jane was thinking far ahead in grooming people to move up behind her, partly so she'd be free to move back east. In the short time she'd been in Denver, she'd been grooming Brady Burstein to head the Division. They met daily, talked about every part of the Division operations, and she often involved him in key meetings including those with major accounts.

Back in New Jersey, Pam Goodwin had officially taken over Jane's old job. Jane was sorry to see that happen, partly because it took away the berth she could return to, but she had done a super job of grooming Pam to do just that and Pam had proven her worth so the Executive Committee made it official.

One night after we'd made love, Jane's mind went back to work. I tried to calm her by assuring her that just the right position would open for her when the time was right. In the meantime, I encouraged her to keep helping Brady to grow to fill her shoes in Denver, and even to get him working on a replacement for himself.

Brady was my strategic planning client. He was also my primary contact for the Denver swingers who seemed to hold parties almost weekly where Marge, Jane, and I could go, sometimes with TJ, Mike and Brenda, to fuck ourselves silly with some great friends. 

Brady's wife Edie had declared her undying love for me, particularly after I'd delivered the Big Steve Experience to her, a mind-blowing orgasm. Their next-door neighbor, a young girl named Ivy, was similarly enamored with me as I was with her.

At every swing party I went to, Edie and Ivy made sure I spent significant time with them. A third woman, Robyn, was similarly inclined. The three of them had staked out such a claim on my time, I met the other women in the swing group only a few at a time at each party, almost on a 'sign-up ahead of time' basis.

I knew the reason derived from the training and practice I'd had in the westernized version of Tantric sex that I'd learned at a retreat Fran, Sheila, and Ally had insisted I attend a couple of years prior. In that weekend, I'd learned how to pay special attention to my partner, control my own orgasms and ejaculation, and thus how to make love for hours. Coupled with greater knowledge of the female anatomy and erogenous zones, I had learned how to do some amazing things to a woman when we made love. Thus, my reputation spread.

I set up Brady and Edie to attend a weekend retreat by the same workshop leaders as the sessions I'd gone to on Cape Cod. The couple went down to Colorado Springs to the Broadmoor Hotel for a long weekend to go to the workshop, and Brady came back all smiles with what he'd learned and eager to start practicing on Edie, Ivy, Robyn, and the rest of the women in his swing circle. I figured I'd created another male energizer bunny. 

Saturday night a week after Brady's Tantric weekend there was a swing party. I was in Denver, so I brought Marge and Jane to the party. By the time we got there, Brady had already worn out Robyn. Her beautiful nude body lay slumped in a living room chair with a towel beneath her. She begged off from participating with other males in the group for a couple of hours until she could recover from the Big Brady Experience.

Brady captured Ivy, and they went off to the master bedroom so he could merrily screw his cute next-door neighbor. Ivy gave me a longing look as she disappeared with him. I'd already pledged some time for her later, but I could tell she wanted it now. Marge and TJ went off together. The December-May pairing seemed unusual to watch, but the two were devoted to each other, and liked making love together at every opportunity. Marge was exceptionally responsive, and TJ had the enthusiasm and stamina of youth on his side, so the pairing worked well.

Jane got captured by a hunky looking young man named Martin who I learned had been a quarterback for Colorado, until he'd had a knee injury that put him out of college and professional sports for the rest of his life. Apparently, he remained athletic enough to fuck the daylights out of my girlfriend. Jane looked happy with the hookup as she went off with her new friend.

I watched the two of them wander off to the mattress strewn family room when Edie came and put her arms around me. "Hi, Lover. I am really looking forward to making love to you. Can we be together now?"

I smiled at her. Edie was a pint-size cheerleader type nymphomaniac, now armed with the teachings from the Tantric sex class from the couples weekend. "I would love to be with you, and I have thought about this moment every day since we were last together." I kissed Edie, and she swooned into my arms, pressing her barely clad breasts against my polo shirt. We found a vacant bedroom, where I stripped Edie down to her essence, joined her, and then we joined together.

Initially, Edie wanted to be in control, so she pushed me back and straddled my body, taking obvious joy in sinking her pussy slowly down my full erection. After we made out for a while, she started to talk about what she'd learned during the Tantric workshop. She talked about the mind, body, and spiritual adventure of coupling with me, and feeling the multiple levels we connected on.

I rose to meet not only her thrusts but also her mental connections through touches and my own words back to her. Gradually, I could feel us ascending up a scale of connection, transforming a sense-laden fuck into a multi-dimensional lovemaking coupling that did engage us at many levels of our physical and spiritual selves. The love poured out of us to the other.

We rolled around a bit, but remained coupled, and in each of the Tantric positions we traded the love energy between us in new and wonderful ways. I realized how many of my recent encounters, even with Jane, Marge, and the people I loved deeply, had become mundane and failed to achieve the mystical element Edie and I now found with each other.

Our energies started to peak and as we talked to each other with words of love and adoration, we both came, mingling our body fluids in Edie's warm vagina until we were satisfied that our love had been communicated in physical and spiritual ways.

Gradually, we pulled apart and I pulled Edie to me for further kisses and love words. I quoted a poem to her I recalled by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Where did that come from; I couldn't remember memorizing it, yet the words came to me clear as a bell. 

As we basked in our afterglow, Jane slipped in behind me, and Brady slipped in behind his wife. Jane said, "You two were beautiful together. I could see the spiritual connection you forged - the many dimensions of love you expressed." 

Brady said mostly to Edie, "You, my darling, learned your lessons at that workshop very well. I'm not sure I ever saw you reach such a peak."

Edie turned and squirmed into Brady's arms. "I love you," she told him. "Thank you for allowing us to be with each other, particularly in this way. I love Steve too, but you've known that."

Brady laughed, "I'm not sure I've yet had an experience with you like what I just witnessed between the two of you, but after watching I have something to aspire to."

Jane said, "Brady and I coupled too. He and I had a good experience. He is sensitive to our Tantric energies and brought me to wonderful levels of experience. We both wanted to be with the two of you so we came in, but you two were so tuned out from the outside world you didn't see us. We stood and finished off together at the door to the room."

I said, "You mean standing?"

Jane nodded, "I leaned against the doorframe as Brady took me from behind. I would have fallen when I came except he caught me. We lay on the carpet for a while, but you two were still going."

"What time is it?"

"Ten-thirty. The two of you have been together for almost two hours. Ivy wants to be with you too."

I laughed, "Right at this instant, I'm not sure I have anything left for anyone else. I gave Edie all I had."

Another female voice came from the foot of the bed, "Then, I guess I'll just have to hold you and love you in my own way until you recover."

I looked down my body, and Ivy's gorgeous naked body sat at the foot of the bed smiling up at me. She was stroking Jane's legs, and it appeared she occasionally allowed her hand to make a foray into pussy so she could smooth her fingers through the cum leaking from Jane's slit. I liked the way Ivy thought.

As Brady pulled Edie up, Jane and Ivy pulled me up from the bed. "Come on. You need some fluids. A trip to the kitchen and some snacks are required for this healthy male specimen." The five of us walked through the house to the kitchen bar, watching as we went the roiling sea of a dozen other couples making love in the living and family rooms.

Jane sat on a tall kitchen stool, ignoring the white seepage below her waist. Ivy couldn't ignore it. She pulled Jane to the edge of the stool and squatted in front of her for a couple of minutes and lapped and sucked the seminal fluid from Jane's cunt. 

Finally, Ivy pulled away. She asked Jane, "I taste Brady ... and?"

Jane volunteered, "Martin. No one else so far tonight." She giggled at Ivy's implication that she could determine her past partners by the taste of their cum.

Ivy said, "Well, the rest of what I just found must be you then. You taste divine. I'll always want some more of you."

Jane ran a finger down Ivy's toned body, obviously pushing into her pussy. She kissed Ivy. We could see Jane's fingers pump a little, as Ivy held Jane's shoulders and she closed her eyes. Ivy panted until Jane extracted her sodden fingers and sucked them into her own mouth.

Jane said, "You don't taste too bad yourself."

Ivy volunteered the names of three men she'd been with so far that night. She added, "But the real reason I'm here tonight is to be with Steve. I love him, even if we don't have sex, I just want us to be together."

Brady said to me with a smirk, "Now, you know that's an even tougher order to comply with."

I checked with Jane. As she saw my glance move to her she nodded to me, and pushed Ivy into my reach. She gave me a further nod as though to say, 'Go on, do something with this sweet young thing that I know you want to bang into the next century.' By implication, I think Jane felt glad that Ivy loved me.

I kissed Ivy. "Give me a few minutes, and I think we can do everything you wish - the cuddling, the talking, and the loving." I ignored the obvious taste of Jane, Martin, and Brady in Ivy's mouth and just focused on the French kiss.

Ivy broke into a big smile and tucked herself under one of my arms, placing the hand from the arm around her shoulders onto her full breast as we stood there drinking orange juice all around. I could feel the nipple harden into a golden nugget almost immediately, and that in turn gave me a surge of hardness. Ivy accelerated things by reaching across me with one hand and holding my relatively flaccid cock in her nearest hand.

Several other people came and joined us for refreshments. Jane and a man named Nolan excused themselves and left with the obvious goal of fucking each other. Brady and Edie excused themselves to go check on the other guests, so Ivy and I left the others and found some space on the sofa in the now empty family room. A porn film continued to play in a loop on the large screen TV in the room. A young blond was in the midst of a sexy gangbang with four other men. Her gyrations and eye contact with the camera were notable.

Ivy said to me, "I did a gangbang like that with some of the men here one night before we met. God, up until you, it was the most exciting night of my life. You upped that evening the night you made love to me." Ivy threw herself into my arms and we kissed.

Before I could do much, Ivy's young mouth was around my cock, bouncing up and down, and trying to get the full length all the way inside her. She succeeded, and I had the unique feel around my glans of her vibrating throat as she hummed a little tune to me.

After Ivy had gotten me to perfect '10' on the Cock Hardness Scale, she lay back on the sofa and pleaded with me to plunder her sweet body. I ate her cunt for a minute and then slowly sank my cock into her, a quarter inch at a time as we slowly oscillated together with me going deeper and deeper on each subsequent push into her.

When I bottomed out, Ivy and I moved to that place where I'd been earlier with Edie; making the mind, body, and spirit connections on multiple levels with each other. I was surprised at the energy I felt coming from Ivy, and I reflected that back to her. Soon, we were both lost in the high level connections we made with each other. I know I had several climaxes while we were together, and Ivy must have had ten times as many.

Eventually, I felt the large demand for us to peak, and so I relaxed into my physical body and blasted a gallon of my cum deep into Ivy's tight cunt. The overage oozed out around the side of my cock and splattered over the two of us as I made my last thrusts of orgasm into her. And then we were in afterglow mode.

Ivy asked me, "What would I have to do to move in with you?"

I chuckled, "Are you sure you want to do that? You know I live with three - about to be four other women - and that's in Cambridge, just across the river from Boston. So you'd have to convince each of them, and then move two-thousand miles. Of course, then you'd have to share me with them."

"You have male friends that keep them company if I recall an earlier discussion we had."

"I do. There are several men that stop by, often while I'm away, but we do get together with some of them most weekends when I'm home."

"So, if I moved in with you, I wouldn't have to do without sex for five days until it was my turn." She laughed at the thought.

I said, "Well, you are bisexual ... or you seemed to be when I've seen you with Jane."

"That doesn't count. I like cock more than pussy."

I stroked my hand down Ivy's body, over her erect nipples to her pussy; "Funny, I'm one-hundred percent the opposite. I just love pussy ... and right now, I love this one." I sank three fingers into Ivy's drippy cunt. She closed her eyes and sighed.

Ivy said in a soft voice, "Could I come visit ... to meet the other women and see whether I could convince them to admit me to your harem."

I blanched. There was that word again: 'harem.' I said, "I don't have a harem. I have women I love."

"Do you love me?"

"I love having sex with you and I care a great deal about you. On the 'Like-Love' scale, you're inching your way up to love, but I reserve the use of that word for people I feel really deeply about. If we dated and spent some real time together, I'm sure I'd get there with you. I'm sorry, but I tell the truth about stuff like this."

"Not a problem. And you love the others you live with?"

"Yes, plus Jane, Marge, and some others whom I don't live with but have grown a relationship with over the past year or two."




Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 22



"Would you be upset if I took the risk and did that, came to Cambridge?"

"What about your job, your family here in Denver, and such?"

"I need to strikeout on my own. The job is nothing special; I'll get another one and pay my freight to live with you."

I thought for a while about the implications of yet another girl coming to live with me. I had to admit I was creating a harem. Finally, I said, "Let me talk to my partners."

Ivy looked disappointed but hopeful. I cradled her body to me, the mounds of her breasts pushing against my side as her hard, white-tipped nipples wrote love messages to me about how passionate they were. Soon, I could feel my cock harden against her buttocks. Ivy felt it too and smiled invitingly at me. Ten minutes later we were fucking again.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 23



I didn't see or talk to Sheila until the following weekend when we were both back in Cambridge. We traded a couple of sexts and emails during the week, but we just didn't connect in real time. 

I'd spent the weekend in New Jersey, slowly continuing to sell a corporate-wide strategic planning effort with John Ringler, the man Pam had connected me with who would end up in charge of that effort. We were making good progress on laying out the planning effort although my work at that point was pro bono. I thought my company FDC would get the work because of my efforts, part of which involved helping John convince senior management of the value of such an effort. He couldn't promise me the business, but we had good chemistry, and in his own way he told me he was on my side.

Evenings I spent with Pam and René, although René was pretty frazzled because she was in the last few weeks of her degree program for her PA master's degree from Seaton Hall. She did an all-nighter studying for one final exam, but Thursday about four a.m. to my joy she woke me up in the middle of the night for a stress-relieving fuck before she went back to cramming.

Friday evening I was home, and Sheila, Fran, Ally, Aidan, and I went to dinner. Sheila had only gotten home from the west coast on an all-day flight a couple of hours before me. 

Over dinner, I let Sheila's sisters question her about her trip and the mysterious 'Wes' whom she had hooked up with at the end of the prior week. Sheila pulled out her cell phone and showed us a couple of candid photos of Wes - a nice looking man in his mid-thirties with three visible tattoos on his arms of Chinese characters Sheila told us stood for boldness, kindness, and love. I found myself impressed and again wondered if I should get a tat.

I didn't detect any special feelings about Wes short of being a nice friend with benefits who she'd like to see again on her next west coast trip. 

Sheila rambled a bit about the curator's work she'd done, arranging for the trade over the coming year of three different collections of art, pottery, and glass. Again, I wondered in the back of my head how something so simple as a swap could take so long to arrange, but then I conjured up an image of Sheila standing in the backroom of some museum going over each piece, one at a time, turning it over in her hands, photographing it, and cataloging the piece as something they wanted to trade or not. I thought later she might show us pictures of her findings.

The five of us walked over to a popular Thai restaurant on Mass Avenue. A lot of the dinner conversation involved Fran and Ally updating Sheila on their past couple of weeks since they'd seen her last. A description of the prior week's orgy at their parent's home got included, and as the discussion became more graphic, I had to remind the girls that we were in a public restaurant where people could overhear their pleasant memories being shared.

After dinner we walked home at a leisurely pace. We had an open weekend in front of us with nothing planned. Usually, when that situation presented itself several things came up to keep us all occupied, plus we ended going out to the Henson home in Dillon for a Saturday dinner and other activities.

When we got to the condo, we seemed to go in different directions. The girls went off to the bedrooms to tweak their wardrobes for the coming week or do a wash, and I had asked Aidan to show me how to adjust the temperature on the unit's water heater - a simple twist of a knob as it turned out.

Aidan and I went back into the living room, and he saw Sheila's cellphone sitting on the coffee table. We had no secrets from each other, so he picked it up and said, "Hey, let's see if Sheila took pictures of any of the art stuff she was talking about at dinner."

We all had iPhones, so it only took Aidan a few seconds to find her photo album. I had flopped down on the sofa to wait for him to find something to show me. I watched him flipping through the pictures.

Suddenly, I watched Aidan's eyebrows rotate up to his hairline. I heard him mutter, "Wow" in a bare audible tone. 

He flipped his finger more slowly, and then stopped. He touched the screen and I could hear the impassioned voices of two people obviously making love. Aidan dropped down beside me and held the phone so we could both see it. 

On the small screen of the iPhone, Sheila obviously was engaged with some good looking male in having the fuck of her life. I turned on the TV and Apple TV, and in seconds we had the video playing through the large screen television in the living room. Aidan and I both leaned forward to watch the video, now practically ignoring the iPhone.

Sheila was on her back and the dark haired male in the video was rapidly fucking her. Someone was obviously holding the iPhone and filming them. Suddenly, a second man with blondish hair appeared in the film, also nude. He presented his erect cock to Sheila who grabbed ahold of it and started to suck on his shaft.

The fucking and sucking went on with appropriate moaning and feminine noises of joy from Sheila. This was one of the hottest porn films I'd ever seen. At one point, the man holding the camera also presented his cock to Sheila, showing that he too was naked and ready for action. She alternated sucking the two men as the third fucked her at a steady pace.

The film had gone for about eight minutes when someone off-camera said, "OK, let's stop there. I want you guys to change positions and rotate. I want some doggie fuck in this film too."

The guy making the video with the iPhone kept it running, but swept around in another direction away from Sheila and the guy fucking her, this time showing a stage crew with a boom microphone, two other cameramen with profession high def cameras in their hands, a woman obviously a makeup artist, and three other people standing around watching the filming. At that point the video on the iPhone stopped.

I turned around to find Fran and Ally standing near me. At the door from the hallway to the living room Sheila stood crying.

I didn't know whether to be mad, aroused, royally pissed for her not informing us what she planned or did, or excited that she'd broken through some new barrier or boundary in her life. I found myself speechless, and after twenty seconds of silence in the room realized my mouth was hanging open and I was about to drool.

Beside me, Aidan was having the same reaction. He was frowning at Sheila, obviously displeased, but then his glare softened.

Sheila continued to cry. She sobbed, "Damn you both. I wanted to tell you in my own way. She threw three DVD containers at me, and left the room to go back to the master bedroom. I could hear her wail as she went down the hall.

Fran said, "Did all that really just happen? Did my sister really make a porn film?"

I picked up the three DVDs. They were simply labeled Film 1, Film 2, and Film 3. I said to Fran, "I think she might have made three films."

Ally said, "Mom and Dad are going to be pissed. What if she gets discovered and connected to them ... or to us? Our reps are probably bad enough as it is?"

Ally was right. I suddenly wondered if my reputation would suffer as a senior consultant because of my avowed connection to Sheila.

Fran came to me. She said in a low voice to me, "Sheila is family - OUR family. Go to her. Do the right thing."

I got up from the sofa and slowly walked towards the bedroom. I didn't know what the 'right thing' was but I had a minute to figure that out.

Sheila was lying on the big bed on her stomach sobbing into her pillow. A box of tissues had been pulled along side her. I sat beside her and put my hand on her back in a supportive gesture.

She snorted, "You weren't supposed to see that. I wanted to tell you; I didn't want you to find out by accident." She sobbed again, but kept trying to regain control of her emotions. "I planned to tell you tonight. I was going to show you one of the films."

I didn't say anything, but I kept lightly massaging her back.

Sheila sobbed out, "One of the curators at the LA museum and I became really bosom buddies real fast. I told her all about how we live, even the swinging. I mean we were in California.  She had leveled with me about having done some porn flicks." A big sob followed by a huge sigh slowed down her revelation.

She went on, "After work one night, Em - that's her name, asked me if I wanted to watch her do a couple of scenes that night. I had nothing else to do, so I said yes. I was really excited to see what they did."

Sheila sat up and grabbed my hand, but remained teary. She held it in a death grip, afraid, I think, that this might be the last time I'd let me touch her. She continued, "We drove out to this house in the hills, a beautiful place worth millions. The crew had rented it because it was isolated and they could film without upsetting anybody. Em introduced me to the film crew and the other actors or models - about a dozen people. There were a lot of lights and camera stuff around; it was obviously a film set."

I nodded for her to continue.

Sheila tried to smile, but her sheepish grin turned into a grimace and she cried again. She choked out, "Em undressed and did her first scene. It was really hot, and I felt myself flush and get wet just watching from the sidelines."

This guy I mentioned to you, Wes, he was the director - a really nice guy. He asked if I wanted to do a lezzie scene with Em, and maybe then have sex. He offered me a thousand bucks if they thought they could use the scene in the film they were making." 

Sheila's eyes got all watery again, and she blurted out before breaking into a huge crying jag, "So, I said yes! It wasn't the money, it was the whole idea of doing something like this. I felt empowered."

About five minutes went by before Sheila could get control of herself. I'd cradled her to my chest, and now my shirt was soaking wet with her tears.

When Sheila could talk again, she continued. "I blew them away. I could not only ignore the cameras like they wanted, I could really act, except I wasn't acting, I really enjoyed making love to Em and then having one of the male guys named Kurt fuck me while Em got fucked by Carlos. At the end, we knelt next to each other and the two guys came all over our faces. Wes yelled 'Cut' and the filming stopped after Em and I licked each other's faces and snowballed the cum a bit. Wes was ecstatic about what we'd done. He said I was a natural and he wanted to roll out of the film they'd just finished into a couple more. He offered me five thousand dollars if I'd stay around for a solid week, working through that weekend, so they could do more videos. Em too. We both said yes."

She paused, "I tried to think how to tell you what I was doing, and I just couldn't find the words to tell you over the telephone, so I asked Em. We kicked various ideas around, and in the end I figured that after I got home and we all got horny I'd put on one of the films and show you all, and hopefully get your support ... but you looked so mad at me. Aidan too. I'm so sorry."

A long silence ensued. I still didn't know what to say. I realized I had a lot of technical questions about making porn videos. 

From the other room, I could hear the soundtrack of one of the other videos. Apparently, someone had put one of the DVDs on the TV.

I said to Sheila, "I have one question: Why?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. It was fun. At first it was a lark. I wanted some sex, and here was a chance to hookup with someone new. I knew you wouldn't mind that part so long as I didn't get emotionally hung up in some way. I felt empowered. Then the money, and also the feelings of being a movie star intrigued me. I know it was minor compared to the real thing, but everyone was so nice to us - Em and me. We were obviously the stars and the most important people on the set. Everyone brought us things, catered to our every need, and practically worshipped us. A makeup artist worked on us hours every day so we'd look good for the cameras. I finished up the museum work the next day, and then worked full time until yesterday doing more films. Those were what I brought home; all but the last one that's still in editing. It was a heady experience."

"Did you like it? How'd it feel coming home on the airplane today?"

She nodded, "I have to admit I loved it. I didn't have a bad experience. I know everyone thinks there are drugs floating around and lots of booze, but everyone was sober and I never saw any drugs except pot. The only booze was an occasional can of beer or glass of wine. This was a professional operation. And to your last question, my only concern on the flight home was the exact words to use to tell you about my experience."

I nodded and sat for a long time, still holding Sheila. The soundtrack from the living room carried her moans and words from the film to the bedroom.

I finally pulled her up and said, "Come on, let's see what the others are watching."

In the living room, Aidan sat between Ally and Fran on the sofa. They had his cock out and were taking turns stroking the steel rod, while he played with the bare breasts - available to him because each girl had shed her top. 

Fran looked at her sister, smiled, and said, "You make a really sexy porn star. I guess we'll hear more from you in a few minutes, but right now I want to watch this and fuck Aidan."

On the TV, Sheila was getting spit roasted by two muscular looking men that obviously spent a lot of time in a gym developing six pack abs and biceps that made me look like a ninety pound weakling at the beach. The two guys were well endowed, and using their equipment to the utmost on Sheila - one throat fucking her, and the other fucking her doggie style. There were a few scene changes, until Sheila was being double teamed lying back on one man whose cock fucked her ass, while the other guy fucked her cunt. Sheila kept popping off little orgasms, and obviously enjoyed herself. In the final scene, both men came inside her body and then pulled their cocks out so two torrents of cum could ooze from inside her and drip onto the bed they'd been using.

As a few credits rolled by I saw that Sheila's name did not appear. She'd been given a pseudonym of Cindy Cockfield, a name that made me laugh out loud it was so crude and typical of the adult film industry. The film was good; the quality excellent and high definition, and it certainly was erotic and the kind of film that aroused and excited every viewer.

When I turned back to the sofa, Fran was naked and impaled on Aidan's cock in the reverse cowgirl position so she could continue to watch the TV. Ally was masturbating next to the pair. Sheila looked interested, however, I think she felt she might better keep to herself for a few minutes until she understood how people felt about what she'd done.

I pulled Sheila back to the bedroom. She looked puzzled. I said to her, "I'm going to remove your clothes, and then I am going to fuck the prettiest porn queen I know - actually, the only porn queen I know." I laughed a bit.

Sheila smiled for the first time since we'd come back from dinner. A couple of minutes later, we were in a sixty-nine on the bed. Sheila tasted like the nectar of the gods, and I wanted every drop. She, however, wanted my cock inside her, so we compromised and I started to make love to her. 

Before we could finish, the other three of my flat mates came in and flounced onto the bed next to us, clearly intending to disrupt our fuck. Fran said, "OK, Sis, tell us the story. How'd you end up making porn films?"

As I continued to slowly saw my cock in and out of Sheila's pussy, she retold the story to the others and fielded a few questions. She apologized yet again for not telling everyone ahead of time, but I could tell we were all brushing those apologies aside as unnecessary.

After a while, Aidan started to fuck Ally right next to me, but then he asked if I'd swap with him because he'd always wanted to fuck a porn star. I knew the feeling, so I extracted myself from Sheila, and Aidan quickly replaced my cock in her quim with his.

Ally was laughing and lay back with the gaping hole of her vagina very evident - a dark portal to her inner realm. I knelt in front of her and slowly pushed into her body. Ally said, "I bet you'd like all of your women to make porn films. Maybe we should get Wes and his film crew to come to Boston and let him film one of our orgies."

I laughed and allowed as how that might be our project for the coming year.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 23



Fran got in the next question to her sister, "Did you ever get sore fucking all day?"

"Yeah, my third day. I'd been doing DP scenes all day, so I ended with a sore ass too. Em and I went to Wes' home that night after dinner with him. He has an outdoor hot tub and I spent about an hour in it until I looked like a prune. I felt better though. The other days I paced myself a little better or I used lube more generously."

"Can the guys really deliver that much cum?"

Sheila laughed. "Not always, plus they're not always really cuming like they show. The makeup gal mixes up some white pasty stuff that looks like cum - egg whites, cream, and some other stuff. We rehearsed the cameras moving up to take a head shot of me having a supposed orgasm, the guy fucking me pulls out for a sec just as he's about to blow, the gal injects a load of stuff in my cunt with a turkey baster, he goes back in and the filming then shows him supposedly cuming in my cunt. As he pulls out, all the stuff she squirted in there floods out, especially if I squeeze my vaginal muscles. Thus, it looks like the guy put a quart of cum in me. Half the time he didn't even cum, but if he did they try to capture the last couple of spurts he makes."

"Did you orgasm, or was it too mechanical?"

"Both. Yes, I came now and then, often when everyone least expected it. Wes liked that. He got a read on what I looked like as I got near a climax, so he'd get one of the camera guys on my face to see my expression. Sometimes, though, I had to fake it or we just didn't worry about it. Usually, if the guys fucking me were cuming on my face or body, no one cared."

"How'd they get that much cum to squirt onto your body?"

"The makeup lady to the rescue again. She'd work a narrow little tube from a guy's pecker back and along his shaft and then behind him through his legs so it didn't show. If the camera angle was just right you couldn't see it. When he was supposed to be cuming he'd be holding his cock and jerking the cum out onto me, but she'd be squeezing some bulb like on a turkey baster behind him, and the 'cum' would be spurting out the end of the thin tube as though the guy was cuming all over me with a huge load. Of course, a few of the guys could cum that way, but more than half the time we faked it. It was more predictable, plus Angie, the makeup girl, said the texture of the cum looked better when she made it. I can tell you it also tasted better than some of the cum I ate."

"How many cameras do they typically use?"

"Often there were three going at a time, and a few times four, particularly for multiple partner sex. The scene you saw on the iPhone was a laugh; there were two cameras and the iPhone. It was a MMMF scene, and I was the F. The camera guy got to fuck me in that one too, so he was a happy camper. I just left the scene on there to show you later, but ... well, you guys found it first."

"Do you have any regrets?"

"Only that I didn't get to tell you the way I wanted ... by popping a DVD into the player last night. I still didn't have the words, but I would have been in control and hopefully the anger that you felt initially wouldn't have arisen."

"Do you want to do it again?"

"Yeah, I do, but if any of you don't want me to, I'll just say no right away and forget it. As I told you, it was a bit of an ego trip. I felt like a princess, plus I felt very empowered because this was something I chose to do in my own way. This was uniquely mine, and I was in control."

"If you were to do it again, when would you do it?"

"Not for a couple of months. Wes wanted to release the films we did and see how I'm received in the porn market. If I sell well, I'll then become a hot model, make more money, and be in demand. So, most likely, assuming things were to go well, it'd be the end of the summer or fall."

I said, "From that I conclude that we don't have to make any rapid decisions about what we'd like you to do. We can talk about this some more ... and right now, I'd like to see the second film you did."

Sheila nodded and went to put the DVD into the player. As she worked she said, "Tonight, I think I'll show mom and dad one of the videos to get their reaction." The unspoken part of her statement was: 'So, I hope you'll support me if they go ballistic.' 

We watched Film 2, although I hadn't seen all of Film 1. Predictably, watching the film made us all horny, and before a third of the video had played we were in two groups in the living room fucking up a storm. Aidan had his cock in Sheila as he ate out Ally, and tried to keep one eye on the TV screen. Fran rode me as we both watched her sister doing sexy things.

Film 2 started with a supposed innocent girl coming for a job interview. The interviewer obviously took a liking to Sheila or rather Cindy Cockfield. He made some subtle moves on her and she responded, and the next you knew the pair were fucking on his desk. Another man comes into the room, acts surprised, and Cindy starts to suck on his cock while getting fucked, and then the two men change places a couple of times as the positions change. The scene ended when Sheila/Cindy took two loads to her mouth and face.

The video continued with a new scene where Cindy went home and told her roommate, Em (whose porn name was Pearl Peters) about her interview. The two women start to get it on, but after a while Pearl's boyfriend and another friend come to visit and so the women jump them, and soon the four of them were fucking like rabbits, trading off partners frequently. That scene ended with the guys cuming in the girls' pussies, and the two women getting in a sixty-nine to eat the cum from each other's cunts.

A subsequent scene, which didn't flow from the other two showed Sheila and Em with two new men getting naked and fucking. In that scene, the men took turns double teaming each girl while they supposedly felt the DP was the most orgasmic thing that had ever happened to them. 

The video ended, and we were all exhausted. Aidan and I had each cum twice, and I couldn't begin to enumerate the number of orgasms the women had. I'd ended with Sheila, dumping a huge load into her cunt. As we lay there, Ally was trying to suck every last drop of my organic juice from Sheila's pussy. Sheila reclined in my arms as she got eaten, and I was stroking and tweaking her breasts as she occasionally moaned in delight at what the two of us were doing to her.

I glanced over at Fran and Aidan, and he was down on her recovering his own protein deposit, as she had another orgasm. Great sex was wet sex, and wet sex requires a super-tolerant attitude about what you do with your mouth and tongue. Aidan was slow to learn that adage, but he seemed fully onboard with the concept that afternoon.





Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 23



A cute flight attendant had seen me kissing both women in a romantic way, and by now had figured out I had a romantic relationship with both of them - one a decade older and one a decade younger. At one point she caught my eye and gave me a smile, a slight raise of one eyebrow, and a questioning glance. I merely winked at her and smiled back. I had the feeling it wouldn't have taken much to have her joining us for the weekend. I put my head back, closed my eyes, and had a little fantasy about yet another woman in my life.

The three of us got to the condo before the four others got home. I showed Ivy around, and got her and Jane settled in. I did a couple of quick domestic things too, like starting a wash of my dirty clothing.

Fran was the first back from the art school. She greeted Jane like a long-lost sister, and gave an enthusiastic welcome kiss to Ivy. The two immediately locked arms, and Fran took her off to the living room so they could 'get to know each other.' I knew that Fran had become the leader of the sisters, perhaps because our engagement had slightly elevated her status with the others, so if Fran liked Ivy and thought she'd fit with all of us, then it was pretty much a done deal. I hadn't told Ivy that, but since she knew I was engaged to Fran I figured she'd see the light.

Sheila and Ally arrived home together, probably having gotten off the same MBTA train at Harvard Square. Their arrival raised the decibel level in the condo to new heights as they greeted Jane with enthusiasm, and fawned over Ivy as a new friend and potential lover in our midst.

I got us all drinks, some cheese and crackers, and brought everything into the living room on a tray. Ivy looked surprised and even commented about how domestic I'd turned. Her comment resulted in the sisters regaling Ivy with what a good 'husband' I was because I was handy and helpful in all regards. They noted a 'Honey Do' whiteboard on the side of the refrigerator with a list of things I needed to fix around the condo or with one of their cars.

We chatted for an hour, and then René got home from her shift at the hospital. She'd proudly become a Physician's Assistant a month or so earlier when she graduated from her advanced degree program. She served as an apprentice now, but under the tutelage of three doctors at Emerson Hospital in Concord. 

René and Ivy 'clicked' right away. I began to feel like the outsider being one male alone with six women. I started to speculate about Jane moving in with us too, and then extrapolated from that to having some of my 'friends-with-benefits' move in.

René dropped her sweet luscious body into my lap. "What are you thinking about? I bet it's something sexual with all this fine pussy around." She laughed gaily.

"Caught me. I was feeling outnumbered, and then I started to wonder about all my other lovers living with me."

René whispered, "Well, Stud, we'd expect you to service each of us in the animal husbandry sense several times a day - each! Think you could do that?"

I grinned, "I'd love to die trying."

We kissed and made out. When we broke apart I saw Ivy watching me with a neutral expression on her face. René hopped up and went to change out of her scrubs. I gestured for Ivy to come to me.

Ivy sat in my lap and kissed me. I asked her, "What are you feeling? What'd you feel when René and I were kissing?"

Ivy blushed, "Kind of jealous." After a few seconds she added, "I guess I'll have to get used to that."

I gave a brief description of the difference between jealousy and compersion, talking from my point of view about Aidan being with the girls and how we each felt about it. Ivy hung on every word. This surprised me because we'd had much of this discussion before, but I guess seeing it first hand two thousand miles from home made some sort of difference in understanding.

Later, René came bouncing out of the bedroom in shorts and a nice looking top. She said, "Can we go to that TexMex place on Mass Avenue for dinner? I'm having withdrawal pangs from lack of western food."

I saw heads nod around the room, so I added mine. Thus, the seven of us left the condo a few minutes later to go to our favorite restaurant. Dinner went by quickly and soon we were back in the apartment.

Fran came to me after we were back home, "Will you make love with me. I've missed you all week and need your kind of loving." As she spoke, she started to unbutton my shirt. 

Some of the other girls watched us, but they headed into the living room leaving Ivy watching Fran and me. 

I pulled Fran's top off, and quickly disposed of her bra. We stumbled towards the bedroom as we tried to keep our lips locked together. By the time we hit the bed we were naked, and seconds after that I had my tongue buried as deep as I could get it in Fran's pussy, lapping up every droplet or even hint of her arousal. Fran flipped around into a sixty-nine with me, and soon we were both pleasuring each other. 

I was going wild on Fran's pussy as she tried to swallow my cock when I felt another person get on the bed. Fran rolled off of me and I saw Ivy's gorgeous nude body next to us. Fran instructed Ivy on how to position herself, and than she buried her face in Ivy's cunt. I heard Ivy groan in pleasure. I plowed into Fran's pussy from the back, and soon there were two writhing females on the bed - I was fucking one, as she tongued her potential housemate.

Ivy came before either Fran or I did. I watched the surprised look on her face. Fran maneuvered onto her back, got me back inside her, and then had Ivy sit on her face so she could eat her some more. This position also let me kiss Ivy, which I did as my cock pistoned in and out of Fran. Ivy stiffened at one point, and came again, moaning as she fell forward into my arms.

About that time, Ally pulled Ivy from Fran. "Lie down next to Fran, I want to eat you." Two minutes later, after more moaning and groaning, Ivy succumbed to another climax on Ally's tongue. 

Sheila appeared; she knee walked up the bed until her pussy was atop Ivy's mouth. She said, "Ivy, will you eat me too? I think I'll taste really good for you." I watched Sheila lower her pussy onto the neophyte's mouth. Just before contact, I saw Ivy's tongue waving vertically into the space between Sheila's thighs, a sight that made me harden even further.

Ally kept lapping at Ivy's cunt as she ate out Sheila. René came and sat on Fran's face, kissing with me, but then closing her eyes and just holding on as Fran brought her to one climax after another. René could be very responsive. Jane stood beside the bed and I fingered her as I took turns kissing her.

"Fuck René," Fran told me after a while, and so I did. Fran got the tongue treatment from René as my cock drove into her sweet body at a rapid pace. Next to me the girls had shifted. Sheila ate out Ivy as she munched on Ally's gorgeous and drippy cunt. Ally had a satisfied erotic look on her face as she lapped at Jane's pussy.

A few minutes later, Sheila said to me in conspiratorial tone, "You want me to put on a DVD?" 

I nodded and grinned. I knew she was doing this to goad Ivy. We were all testing her in some way. She pulled away from Ivy and loaded up the DVD player and turned on the bedroom TV. The title of Sheila's first porn film rolled by, and then the movie started. I got even harder, particularly when the DVD got to the part where Sheila or rather Cindy Cockfield got two cocks to play with.

Ivy changed position, and I watched her as she glanced at the TV. I saw her do a double take between the TV and Sheila, and then she checked a third and fourth time, obviously verifying for herself that the girl in the porn flick on TV was really one of the sisters. I heard her mutter, 'Holy shit,' but she tabled any further comment.

I shifted over and started to fuck Sheila, and then Ally, Jane, and lastly Ivy. Ivy was so heated up from the sapphic sex, Sheila's performance on the porn DVD, and her anticipation of having a fuck with me that she literally dripped and oozed all that lovely nectar that I loved to lap at all day long. I did lap for a long time, and as I did Ivy had three orgasms, but I sort of planned that.

When I could stand it no longer, and my cock was the consistency of rebar, I changed position and penetrated Ivy. She moaned in delight and gave me a wan smile of exquisite happiness. I didn't try to lengthen out our lovemaking session with my Tantric tricks. Instead, I just let nature take its course.

I blasted a gallon of my cum deep into Ivy's tight cunt, marveling at how deep I could leave my deposit and how stimulating her pussy could be. As had happened before, I left so much inside her that on my last satisfying plunges, I forced some of my milky fluid out of the small space the pixie's pussy allowed to the outside world, thus a frothy admixture of our juices appeared. I found the sight beautiful as I gazed down on Ivy and where we were connected.

I leaned in and kissed Ivy, and she whispered 'I love you' to me. Despite the whisper, René, Fran, Sheila, and Ally were all close by, so Ivy's emotions were no secret. I rolled to my side so I held Ivy against me with my left arm. Fran even winked at me and blew me a kiss. I held my right arm out indicating that I'd hold her too, but she shook her head and nudged René in my direction - a move that made me love Fran that much more because she was being inclusive.

René came and I kissed her in a loving way. I hugged Ivy and René to me tightly, relaxed, and then we snuggled to go to sleep. Ivy whispered to me but loud enough so others could hear, "I'm dripping." 

I said, "Hush or everybody else will want to be drippy too. Just enjoy it all night." She smiled and snuggled in again. 

I heard René giggle; she said, "Damn right. I love drippy." I was tired. I was asleep in seconds.

To be continued

Lastly, thank you Germandragon for your editing. You made this a better story.



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Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 25



Jane and I arose at some ungodly hour. I shaved, showered, dressed, and we taxied to Logan Airport, to make the seven a.m. flight to Newark. We were at TCI Headquarters right at nine o'clock, and received a heroes welcome from Pam, who pulled us into her office (Jane's old office) and gave us kisses that nearly set off the fire alarms in the building. She left me with some hip grinding to remember the rest of the day. After that, we pretended we were all business, although Pam told me she'd arranged for my evening activities and pleasures. She even told me she had a surprise. Jane left us to go off to the executive area for her meetings.

I worked throughout the morning and had one huge and gratifying surprise. I was in the cafeteria having lunch with Pam and Debs, her secretary, when John Ringler, the new head of corporate planning, joined us. He told me he was pleased to find me in New Jersey and not in Denver or some other city, as he had a meeting for me to attend after lunch if I could make it. Pam nodded for me to attend, so I was suddenly free. She also gave me a wink that I didn't know how to interpret. I asked John about the meeting but he shook his head and smiled, as though to say 'You'll find out soon enough.'

The mysterious meeting turned out to be with Tim Vaughn, the president and CEO of TCI - the whole shebang. Tim was a multi-millionaire, and for all I knew probably a billionaire. Besides having as much money as God, he was a cordial man, but obviously a no-nonsense individual.

John introduced me, and Tim started right in with a question out of left field, "I hear you were with Jane Ellis the day she had to fire Joe Collard. I also heard you had some really good suggestions for how to manage that situation and minimize the collateral damage."

I nodded. "Yes, I was, and thank you. Most of what happened that day was due to Jane's good business acumen, sir."

"Don't call me 'Sir.' I'm Tim." He turned to John, "Did you tell him why he's here?"

John chuckled, "No, not yet."

Tim turned back to me, "You are about to be our strategic planning consultant - you and your company, FDC. Your firm has a good reputation for doing this kind of work, and Brady Burstein in Denver gave you a reference that makes you seem slightly holier than Jesus. He said you walk on water, have done miracles there in the planning work, binding the entire management team into a cohesive mass that thinks ahead beyond tomorrow, plus helping Jane."

I chuckled, "He exaggerates. I'll take credit for some of the planning work, but Brady is sharp and has a natural knack for thinking far ahead. As for team-building, that's all Jane's doing with Brady's help."

Tim smirked and nodded. "Brady said you were self-effacing. Don't worry I think the world of both Brady and Jane, so your deflecting credit back to them is appreciated but unnecessary to help their reputations." He paused, "You, Brady, and Jane are friends?"

"Yes, we are. We occasionally see each other outside of work, sometimes our business day carries over to our dinners together, but we've gotten to know one another well."

Tim smiled, "Well, you'll be glad to know that effective today, Jane has been promoted to vice president. If she keeps up what she's doing, she'll be an Exec VP a year from now. John said you were headed out there the end of this week, so you might also congratulate Brady on his promotion to Director of Regional Planning. I'd promote you too, except you don't work for me."

I grinned, "Thank you. Both promotions are well deserved."

"Now, to make your day complete, I am about to hand you a blank check. As soon as you can start, I would like you to work with John to put together a corporate-wide strategic planning program similar to the one in the Rocky Mountain Division. Your getting two million for that work, so since we have six regions, five left to do, I figure that's about a ten million dollar chunk of work."

Quick as a flash I said, "It is if the sum of the parts equals the whole and the international bits work like the national regions. Also might there be a separate corporate wide plan that spans the regions?"

Tim looked over his reading glasses at me, giving me a severe and appraising look. I thought for a second he'd be mad because I called him on something he'd said. 

Slowly, Tim said, "That's the kind of thinking I need. Yes ... damn yes, there's an overall plan the others need to fit into and vice versa, plus you're right the international regions are different - very different, and they'll be a problem in the planning effort. So there are six regions plus the umbrella. I guess the check is more like twenty million."

John volunteered, "You'll report to Tim, but I want to be in the loop most of the time. So will some of the other senior managers including Rob Brower our CFO."

Tim said, "I'll want to see you personally at least once a month. A month from now I'd like a crisper cost estimate, and timeline of the activities."

I nodded, "I'll schedule some time with you for then."

Tim studied me again; he asked, "Any questions?"

I shook my head. "I assume I'll be able to get more details from John."

Tim nodded and then waved his fingers towards the door to his office dismissively. John and I left.

After talking to John a few minutes about the work effort, I headed back to Pam's office. I called FDC headquarters and asked to speak to Mike Jensen, our chairman. When he came on the line, I told him I'd just sold something in the vicinity of twenty million dollars in consulting, and he went over the moon just like that.

During that call, he told me that at the partner's weekend retreat they'd just finished and based on my previous work the company's officers had voted at the end of last week to promote me to be an officer of FDC. He laughed, and added that now with this work they'd probably have to do something even more special for me. Mike outlined my new comp package, and a few of the other perks that went with my new job. He knew of my desire to be 'on the road' officer, so he said, little else about my day-to-work would change. He asked me when I planned to be in the office next, and I was a little chagrined to tell him it would be in two weeks only if I rescheduled some TCI work to fit in the visit. 

What a day - a twenty million chunk of work, and a promotion that tripled my earnings if I included what I'd probably get for a bonus. Now, with the sale, my bonus would be even larger.

I floated into Pam's office on Cloud Nine. I asked her, "Did you know about the strategic planning work?"

"No. What strategic planning work? I knew you wanted to get a job to help John do some corporate planning."

I explained to Pam about the meeting with Tim Vaughn. Her jaw dropped open in surprise. "Wow, that's great news on many fronts. For one, that means we'll get some thinking ahead of our budget cycle. I've been lobbying for that for ten years." Pam studied me, "What else? Something else happened."

I puffed out my chest, "I got promoted at FDC. They didn't even know about this new work. I'm now a vice president at FDC."

Pam came around her desk and kissed me, "Oh, we are so going to celebrate tonight and you are going to get so laid, re-laid, and parlayed."

A voice from the door caught me off guard. Debs stood there watching the two of us kiss. She was blushing but said, "Your two o'clock is here. Shall I send them in?"

Pam pushed me away with a smirk. She whispered, "Later." Turning to Debs she said, "Yes, let's get started. Have them come in."

I went down to the room I used as an office, and started in on what I'd planned to be doing that afternoon. My concentration was pretty well destroyed, so I ended up making copious notes on how I now saw the strategic planning effort. I also had a couple of meetings with some of the project leaders for the systems work. 

I texted congratulations to Brady and Jane, and then created a longer email about the corporate-wide strategic planning effort and my promotion. Brady sent back one word - Congratulations. Jane sent back 143 - the numbers meaning 'I love you.' She knew we'd play later.

I sent Fran, Sheila, Ally, René, and Ivy a brief text too: 'Got promoted and big raise. Also sold huge consulting job. VERY Happy day. Love you. S.' I got reply texts of congratulations and 'talk to you later.' I knew I'd have a busy evening on the phone bringing everyone up to speed.

Pam had a meeting until six-thirty. Thus, I called home about six o'clock, got Fran, and she put me on speaker phone so all five women, plus Aidan and Matt, could hear my news. We had an exceptionally cheery conversation, and then we ended the call. 

A minute later, my phone rang. It was Fran. "Steve, I'm glad I caught you before you got on another call. I have a serious question to ask."

"Go ahead, what's up? You sound like something's wrong?"

"I'm not sure; that's up to you and what you say." She paused and went on, "Matt stayed over last night, but you knew that. He's cool and we all like him. My question is this; he seems to want to hang around almost full time now, and should we let him?"

I asked, "Do you get any negative vibes from him?"

"No. None, but then I didn't with Joel either, until I just about got raped by the guy."

I told her, "Matt seems different. He's not cocky the way Joel was. Look the decision is yours, but it wouldn't be out of place to suggest to him that he take it slow. Explain to him how he'll ingratiate himself more deeply with each of you if you can take the time to know him and he knows you. Maybe you want to set a particular number of nights he's allowed to sleep over for now. Set some boundaries and see how he behaves."

"That's a great idea. Thanks. I just don't want to pop his bubble of enthusiasm, but then I don't want to suddenly have a leech around us either."

We ended that call just as Pam stuck her head into my conference room. "You ready to go?"

"I am. What's the plan?"

"Jane's in my office ready to go, and we're meeting Pete, Bob, and other friends for dinner over near Jane's house, and then we're crashing there for the night. Lots of sex planned, if you're up for it, old man."

I smiled, "Of course; whatever pleases you the most."

Pam checked the hallway, "I am mostly pleased by your cock in my cunt, but that'll come a little later I hope. In the meantime, let's go. We're late."

I rode with Pam and Jane, and we ended a half-hour later walking into an unpretentious restaurant named Charley's Aunt just off Main Street in Chatham. Our group took about half the restaurant. Bob saw us and motioned us over to their large table. Pete, Zoey, and a woman I didn't know were already seated and enjoying glasses of wine.

Every time I saw Zoey, I always thought of her as The Minx, because that was the first thought I had about her when I met her. She had leanings towards being an Emo Girl - tattoos and piercings, but had cleaned up her act a little since I'd first met her over a year earlier. I discovered she was probably the most brilliant person I knew, probably with an IQ near 180. Zoey also had a lot of money, and I mean a lot, although no one really knew exactly, but she could be classified as extremely well off.

Zoey introduced me to Kristen, a pretty black haired girl about the same age as Zoey. Kristen had an engaging smile and also breasts that demanded visual attention, particularly as the wrap-around top she wore kept revealing not only cleavage but also a significant part of the surrounding real estate. I quickly adopted the training my mother had ingrained in me, and looked her right in the eye and tried to control my ogling.

We got our drinks, ordered dinner, and had a lively discussion. I had ended up sitting next to Kristen, which I guess was good because everybody else seemed to know each other except for Jane and Kristen, but Jane had latched onto Bob's arm. I realized a lot had happened in the three weeks I'd been absent from TCI New Jersey.

Zoey and Kristen were best friends, and Kristen had heard about me from her friend. Pam put me on display a bit when she told the table about the huge consulting job I'd landed that day, and then about my promotion, both of which resulted in significant toasts. Of course, I felt compelled to pick up the entire tab for the evening. Pam whispered to me later to bill it to the expenses for the consulting work in some way.

Kristen had a recent MBA from Wharton, a point that surprised me because of her apparent young age. I also found out she was a major player in something called the Mendenthal Foundation, a charitable trust that donated money to do social research and support philanthropic efforts to create opportunities for the less fortunate. It wasn't until probing more deeply that I realized the Foundation had been set up by Zoey's parents. She was a Mendenthal - Zoey Mendenthal. I realized that Zoey was personally worth something close to a billion dollars, because the Foundation had about twenty billion in assets.

I just tossed all that information into my memory banks, and then recalled that Zoey had the leanings to be a super-slut, and I liked to make love with her, as did Bob and Pete. I wondered whether Kristen was of the same ilk, but figured we'd find out soon enough when we all went back to Jane's house - if Kristen went with us.

Dinner was fun, with lots of banter and crisscrossed conversations and laughter. I did get to know Kristen better, as well as Zoey who changed seats with her about halfway through the meal and really came onto me with a lot of heavy flirting.

At Jane's house, I broke out several bottles of wine, and we enjoyed a nightcap of sorts. While driving over Pam had told me to cuddle up to Zoey and Kristen. She needed to be with Bob to reacquaint him with her body, at least for the starting part of the evening. They hadn't been together for a few weeks for various reasons. That left Pete and Jane as a logical but happy combination.

Consequently, I maneuvered myself to Zoey and got a few kisses in with her to show her I was definitely interested in mating with her. She seemed to feel likewise, because the ardor of our kisses grew rapidly until Zoey was grinding her pussy against my leg.

I hiked up her skirt a little to see if I could squeeze her ass, and then I discovered she hadn't been wearing any panties or thong - I love it when my job gets easier. Zoey whispered in my ear, "Take my skirt off. Eat me. Eat Kristen too - she loves oral sex."

Kristen nestled in under my other arm and turned her face up to mine. We immediately got into some French kisses that involved a lot of tongue. Kristen tasted really good.

Zoey's skirt, top, and lacy bra disappeared in seconds, but then so did Kristen's and my clothing. Bob had stripped Pam quickly too, leaving Pete to delicately unwrap Jane's body. Watching the women's bodies become revealed left me with a '10' - a perfect hard-on that could have gotten any harder if it had been enshrined in bronze.

I felt an amazing high - the large consulting work, all the promotions including my own, and now the opportunity to make love to two beautiful women, one of whom was a billionaire.

I went down on Zoey, a delight because she tasted like the best dessert a man could imagine. Apparently, Zoey liked what I did to her, because she soared into orbit in record time, trying to stuff my entire head inside her pussy as I brought her to one orgasm after another with tongue, lips, and fingers. 

Kristen lay down beside us, and I switched back and forth between their pussies, keeping the one I wasn't using my mouth on active with my fingers.

"Come fuck me," Zoey implored.

Not one to disappoint, I moved up and soon had my cock buried to the hilt inside the pretty woman. Zoey's hips were going wild, trying to pump harder into me than I was pumping into her. Together, we filled the room with the sound of flesh slapping together in a serious fuck.

After a good ten minutes of aggressive fucking, Zoey said, "I remember now - you can go for hours. Are you going to hold off, or are you going to fill my sweet little cunt with your man goo?"

I panted back at her, "What would you like me to do? I was sort of preparing to give you a dozen earth-shattering orgasms before I shifted over and got your BFF to the same stage."

Zoey laughed as she again launched her body at mine, "Such a selfless man. Give me six of them and then fuck Kristen." Before a minute had passed she said, "Oh, fuck, you're giving me one right now."

A second and third orgasm swept past Zoey, but I didn't pause. Instead, I changed the angle of penetration so I might touch her G-spot as I oscillated in and out of her velvet nest. I knew I'd found the right place, when she started to flush with color. A thumb on her clit, and her fourth ripped past her body.

I was hard enough and Zoey small enough that I thought I might be able to pull off an A-spot orgasm. I probed around deeply with my cockhead until I saw Zoey's eyes pop open. She muttered, "Oh, fuck!"

I ground around right in that area, imagining the head of my cock stroking and twisting right over the sensitive spot of interior skin near her cervix. Again, I touched her clit with my thumb as I pushed deep inside her, and then Zoey came with a colossal amount of noise and panting. 

Zoey hugged me to her, "Steve, you are a magnificent lover ... and I do love you." She paused, and emphasized, "Hear me, really well. I love you."

Now, Zoey had never used those words with me before, and I thought that if she cared deeply for anyone it would have been Pete or Bob. Instead of committing the words back to her, I leaned in and gave her a confirming passionate kiss. I could tell Zoey took that well.

I leaned in and sucked on Zoey's tits as I continued to piston into her body. The combination must have been too much for her because she had yet another orgasm, this time with her pussy twittering in spasms around my cock. 

I whispered to her, "That's six, with love; and I bet Kristen is lonely."

Zoey and I both looked beside us where Kristen was driving three fingers into her pussy. We grinned at her, and I maneuvered in front of her body. Without waiting for an invitation, I slapped my cock against her pussy and then drove all eight plus inches inside the gorgeous woman. Kristen moaned in ecstasy as each millimeter entered her body.

I started to really slam into the pretty little slut's body, and she rose to the occasion. I could feel her start to crest, and I brought myself to the edge, and held on. Kristen started to fire off little mini-orgasms, her vagina having a hiccup or spasm with each one. I applied some of my Tantric knowledge, and soon I'd increased the intensity of her orgasms plus the closeness we shared together.

After giving Kristen six worthwhile orgasms in addition to the little shudders, I moved back to Zoey. I gave her another, but suddenly, when Zoey's seventh climax started, I erupted inside her with the power of a fire hose washing down every surface inside her cunt.

Zoey entered a state of rapture. She held onto me for dear life, our lips smashed together. As our peaks passed, she softened, and relaxed into my arms and then we were just two lovers savoring the afterglow of fabulously great lovemaking session. Zoey whispered, "Steve, I really love you."

"I'm engaged."

"Oh, I know. I just like being with you - like this, or anyway at all." She added, "I really like Kristen too. I'd love it if you gave her the Big Steve Experience. She'll get off on it for a long time."

I promised I'd try. Zoey excused herself to take a bathroom break, but I had the feeling she was giving us time to be together.

Kristen and I toyed and stroked each other, and gradually my '5' became a '10.' I re-entered her body, now with a different mission. I carefully positioned Kristen so I could use both hands to help bring her to a really large peak. I did a G-spot orgasm with her, and then started on the A-spot, only now I started to add in the touching of specific erogenous zones, a finger ready at her asshole to penetrate, and a few light slaps to pussy and breasts, a hand on the neck with just the right pressure, and then BANG ... our climaxes hit. 




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My surges of cum raged from my body into hers just as her most powerful climax of the night arrived. My fingers pushed into her body at the right places. 

Kristen looked at me with a sense of awe as my cockhead stroked across her A-spot. The peak she was experiencing rose even higher and then higher than that, and then Kristen passed out from too much pleasure.

I allowed my cum surges to finish and then I lay down beside Kristen and held her in my arms. Two minutes went by before he eyes fluttered open. 

Kristen looked at me for thirty seconds before she spoke, "Did you really do that to me?"

I nodded.

"I've never been fucked that hard. No, that's not quite right. You were kind and not violent. I should say I've never had such intense lovemaking. That ... THAT was a peak experience that I'll never forget. I'm glad you're the kind of person that is so likeable to go with the experience."

"Thank you. I'm honored." I kissed Kristen's forehead and pulled her more tightly to me.

We lay there for a while and I felt that Kristen might be drifting asleep. I checked. She said, "I'm almost asleep, but I promised Pete I'd go be with him."

"And I promised Pam the same."

On that note we rose and walked into the other room, my cum dripping down Kristen's legs.

Each sofa in the living room had a couple on it. Bob and Pam had finished and were just lying together in a lover's embrace. Jane was still bouncing wildly atop Pete trying to milk one more climax out of him before he turned worthless by going soft. When Jane saw us, she slowed down and eventually stopped. Pete looked relieved.

There was a swap of partners at that point. Pam and Jane came with me, and Kristen sat down in Pete's lap, guiding his still erect shaft right into her quim. Zoey sauntered over to Bob, kissed him, leaned down and sucked his cock to hardness, and then lay down with her back to him and guided his shaft into her pussy in full view of all of us. Zoey was a slut, and an exhibitionist as well.

In the bedroom, Pam said, "Well, that's two more women that are in love with you."

"Huh?"

"Zoey is already soft on you. Now, she's really gone on you, and you have Kristen wrapped around your little finger."

"I did La Petite Mort with her. She passed out."

"Oh, no wonder. Every time you do that you win over another heart because mortal men can't begin to do what you do to them. You make a woman feel all warm and wonderful just to be with you, and then you fuck them silly with the best love making going, and then you make them pass out from the most intense and best orgasms of their lives. Of course, they're all in love with you - forever and ever. They'll never forget you, and they'll be your slaves the rest of their lives."

"Maybe I should stop."

"Don't you dare! You're God's gift to women. I won't deprive my earth sisters of the Big Steve Experience whenever you deem it appropriate to give it to someone." She laughed, but I could tell she was serious.

By this time, we were coupled and slowly fucking. Jane sat on Pam's face to get eaten, and have Pete's cum sucked out of her, and then we switched around a few times so everyone got some of my cock, my special orgasms, and my love. We lasted about a half hour, and then amid our orgasms and afterglows we drifted off to sleep.





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"I don't know what to do. I've never thought of myself as being a dominant, if anything I kind of thought I was a marshmallow and pretty mallable, not someone to control and guide other people."

Marge said, "I've already been your sub since that day you and Jane got the flowers from René after fucking her brains out the night before. If you recall, you made me lose my undies, and from that instant on, I've been your sub. I'm always awaiting your instructions."

I stuttered, "But ... but ... but ..."

Jane said, "I feel the same way. I might not have used the vocabulary 'dom-sub' but you've been guiding me, particularly my love life, since the day we met. You've given me all the courage and self-assurance to do crazy sexual things - the swinging, the gangbang, our threesomes, group sex, and the like. I've never been happier and it's all because of your guidance."

I was speechless. Had the world gone off its orbit? Were we all hurtling towards the sun or some outer star? I still didn't feel like a dominant.

Jane followed up, "Steve, we all know you are a lover. We trust you. We trust you a great deal, with every aspect of our lives. We all do - Fran, Sheila, Ally, René, Ivy, Pam, Zoey, Brenda, Marge, and me to name only a few. We know you have our best interest at heart."

"But I would never think of putting a collar on you, or flogging or humiliating you."

"We know that and we love you more for that. What you need to realize is that a dom-sub relationship can be negotiated. You may choose to use that terminology or not, but we set boundaries and acceptable and unacceptable behaviors in every relationships. You can do it with Pam, Zoey, and Kristen, and anybody else you form a relationship with."

"So I could define the dom-sub thing to not require the Master-Sir vocabulary, nor kneeling, nor any corrective physical action like spanking? I thought they were playing otherwise I wouldn't have done that to Pam."

"It's all right, I'm sure she understands. And, to your comment, yes you could define it that way, basically forcing things back to the way they were before we ganged up on you as your submissives. By the way, by rights, you could have disciplined each of us for that."

"Oh, God, no. I really don't want to punish anyone for a mistake."

Jane laughed, "Do you ever plan to have children?"

"Yes. Soon, I hope."

"Well, you better start to explore the part of you that understands how to steer another human - a child or another adult - who makes mistakes in behavior. Kids are masters at pushing the limits and everyone will learn your buttons."

I nodded, "So I hear."

Jane gave me a beguiling smile as we took the elevator back to our room. I held Marge's hand; a small gesture I'd decided helped boost her self-esteem. She looked happy, particularly when another couple noticed she was with a much younger guy.

Before the elevator door opened, Jane said, "So, Master, how may we subs make you happy tonight? We await your instructions."

I chuckled, "I would like to make love to the two of you tonight, but only if the two of you are content with that idea and agree." I tried to deflect some of the decision-making back onto the women rather than let them force me to be a dom.

Marge squeezed my hand, "I had hoped that you'd fuck me eight ways from Sunday, Sir." The 'Sir' showed me I'd only been partially successful

Jane said, "I want you deep inside me, on me, and around me in any way I can have you. I love you." She leaned in and kissed me just as the elevator doors opened on our floor. Another couple stood waiting for a down elevator. They obviously noticed I was holding hands with Marge who'd put her head on my shoulder, but shared a romantic kiss with Jane. I caught two looks of great curiosity. Oh, the things I do to keep my loved ones happy.





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Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 26



My mother had started to blush, but I continued. "I know that might not appeal to you and Dad, so we found another place we thought you might prefer, but you'll have to let us know. I hope this won't upset you too much, but the place is consistent with the lifestyle we lead."

"Lifestyle?"

My parents had no idea about my lifestyle until that afternoon. "Mom, I live with five women -- intimately live with them. There are some others in my life who are also dear and loving to me and the girls, and I love them. As part of the wedding, I will likely do some kind of pledge of love with each of them."

My mother muttered, "At least you're not gay."

I almost burst out laughing, but I contained myself. "Fran will likely say some commitment words to some of the men she loves as well."

Mom cocked her head to one side and asked, "If you're still sleeping with other women and it sounds like she still is with other men, then why are you getting married?"

"Because we love each other and want a family and things like that. The wedding is our commitment to each other."

"Will you stop seeing these other women soon or when you get married?"

"No."

"Oh."

"This is what I mean about our lifestyle. In a way my engagement to Fran is an engagement to her two sisters, and now several others who have become like sisters in our midst. We are an intentional family -- a core group of people who live together in a polyamorous relationship."

"And you have sex with each of them?"

"Yes, I 'make love' with each of them because I love them and they love me."

"And you're happy?"

"Ecstatic."

"And Fran and these other women are happy?"

"Yes, very."

"And this isn't just a passing fancy?"

"I don't think so. We've been living this way for about two years."

Mom thought for a few minutes and I gave her room to sort out her thoughts. Finally, she said, "Thank you for getting us a separate hotel. I know we'll enjoy the island, but I think being around the rest of you will be a little too much for us. Will you come and see us?"

"Certainly, and I know Doug will too."

I could tell my comment linking Doug and Sheri, who they saw often, to our ribald event unsettled her even further, but then maybe she was waking up to the open sexuality of the newer generations.





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I moved behind Lori who wiggled her butt at me. I leaned in and lapped at her pussy, tasting her sweet teenage pussy. She moaned into her mother's cunt as I did her. I slowly pushed my shaft into her body, a small fraction of an inch at a time, drawing out the penetration experience.

Lori said over her shoulder, "Oh, fuck, you are much bigger than anything I've had before. You're fabulous. Fuck me ... and cum in me; I'm on the pill." She went back to eating out Sheri.

After a few minutes, Sheri said, "I want to do a little orchestration here. Lori lie down on the sofa on your back, and Steve get your cock inside her again."

We did Sheri's bidding, but not before I'd kissed Lori several times in a passionate and very un-uncle manner. Doug and Fran moved away from the sofa.

Sheri grabbed her husband's cock before he got out of reach. "Come here, honey. Drop your shaft into Lori's mouth. Let her suck you." 

Doug looked uncomfortable, but did as his wife requested.

Lori was getting jammed from the south by my cock, making her entire body shudder with our hard fuck. At the same time. Lori kept swallowing and fondling Doug's ever hardening shaft until it had achieved a 'ten' on the hardness scale. Lori looked pleased with her accomplishment.

I asked Lori, "Are you a little slut or is this all new to you?"

Lori smiled around Doug's cock and pulled away for a moment, "I am the town slut. I love to fuck and do it as often as I can. My boyfriend and his friends always have access to my hot teenage body, and usually daily I can count on them for a few go arounds. Now, fuck me good uncle; you're the best I think I've ever had."

I started to apply some of the Tantric techniques, drawing out our intercourse, and changing pace. Doug finally came in his daughter's mouth and she gobbled up every drop of his cum directly from the source.

I then took Lori through several new positions, each more tantalizing to her than the previous one. I ended with her back in a modified missionary. I reached under her to her ass, and got a finger positioned. In the meanwhile, I sucked on her vibrating tits until I thought she was ready to cum, I pinched, put my hand on her neck and squeezed, and started to shoot my cum inside her just as she also peaked. 

I got off four jets of cum into her body before Lori's eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out. LPM -- La Petite Mort -- had just claimed another victim -- the Big Steve Experience.

I finished cuming inside her, and then moved off of her so I could hold her to me in a loving way. Doug and Sheri looked concerned but Fran explained again to them about LPM and what had happened.

A minute later, Lori's eyes blinked open and she looked up into my face. "Holy shit. You are a sexual superman." She pulled one of my arms tighter around her and said, "You can fuck me like that any time; I'm not kidding. That was the most intense experience of my life. I want you to teach me that so I can have my boyfriends do that to me." We started to make out, and after a few minutes, Lori whispered to me, "I think I'm madly in love with you. I hope ... well ... although we're related ... maybe we can do this once in a while."

I smiled and kissed her back. "Only if you promise to have a role in my wedding next April -- it's at a clothing optional resort in the Caribbean."

"Oh, God, yes. Will you still do this to me then?"

Fran knelt beside us and kissed Lori, "Sweetie, that can be arranged. We're going to have a very open marriage, lots of sex with all sorts of people, and you can be one of our wedding sluts."

Lori chuckled, "I like the sound of that."

Fran paused and said, "Now, I'd like to eat my fiancé's cum from your little hot love box ... and in the process show you how to really eat pussy."

One of Lori's legs moved to expose her pussy to Fran. Fran kissed her way down Lori's body, taking her time around her breasts before starting her own assault on the pretty nineteen year old. In seconds, Lori was squirming and writhing in pleasure, and as the minutes ticked by Lori came over and over and over, until finally she was one massive continuous orgasm just vibrating and twitching in climatic lust. 

I glanced over at Doug and Sheri. Sheri had sucked Doug back to life, and mounted her husband, but in a way where they could continue to watch their daughter and us. We went a long time, had a few more orgasms, except for Lori who had so many we lost track.

We called it a night about one a.m. Lori and Sheri slept with me, and Fran went with Doug. In the middle of the night, I made love to Sheri again to her delight. I didn't want her to think I'd thrown her to the curb because I now had access to her daughter. I loved the two of them, now in multiple ways.





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Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 27



A week later, however, she mentioned Chip and Lyle, and how they'd made her feel so special over the weekend when I was away by both making love to her at the same time. Fran explained and apologized for failing to mention them the prior week because she was only thinking of what went on in our own apartment. She didn't think that Loren had taken in that the men were married to Gale and Nancy, but she'd mentioned it.

The week after that I was back home working in Cambridge for the week, and I joined Fran and Loren for lunch again on Wednesday. I could almost smell all the questions that Loren wanted to ask me about our poly-swing situation, but she held back and acted shy.

I didn't. Somehow over lunch, I said something about Jane and Marge, obliquely implying I had been with them well outside of business hours. Loren got a puzzled look, and I explained that the two of them were other women I loved, and how fortunate I was to have an extension of my intentional family outside of Massachusetts.

Loren asked, "You mean ... you're intimate with those women?"

I replied, "Yes, of course, and there's Brenda too. Marge and Brenda are married but have their husbands' blessings to be with us. Of course, Mike, Brenda's husband joins us sometimes. He's cool and does marketing for the Denver Broncos. Jane and Marge love him too.

Loren sputtered a little bit, obviously trying to get her thoughts organized for a follow-up question. Before she could ask, I continued, "Jane is a high powered executive running a huge portion of TCI, and Marge is her assistant. Marge is in her early sixties, but you'd think she was barely forty. She's such a sweetheart. I love both of them so much ... and Brenda too."

Loren visibly calmed herself and said, "Oh."

Fran gave a unique perspective on what we'd been talking about. "Loren, I know some of the way we live is unusual, but we've grown into this lifestyle a little at a time, and all of us are so excited, joyous, vibrant, and inspired by what we're living that it's hard to contain ourselves sometimes. Forgive us if we've embarrassed you in anyway."

Loren quickly said, "Oh, you haven't embarrassed me. If anything, I'm hyper-curious about how you make it work, and who in your families know about how you live."

I took that as my cue, "Oh, all our close relatives know how we live and love. My parents aren't the most enthusiastic because they were raised in the old paradigm about relationships that is still quite dominate today – monogamy, exclusivity and such, but it's fading in light of new possibilities."

Fran stepped in, "My parents are supportive, and also active in their own version of this lifestyle, plus you do know that two of the people we live with are my sisters – that's how all this started."

"Please tell me how you started. I'd love to know."

Fran and I regaled Loren with my having casually dated Fran and Sheila, and then discovering in an embarrassing evening at their parent's home that they were sisters. The result that night, since we'd been building up to having sex, was that the three of us had sex together, aided in part by the closeness of the sisters. Ally then wanted in on our threesome to make it a foursome. Jane, René, and I coupled up in New Jersey, but then René moved to Cambridge. I met Ivy in Denver, and we fell for each other too, and she moved to Cambridge to be with us, so our circle widened even more. Around the fringes, I mentioned Gale, Nancy, Rita, Jane, Marge, Brenda, and Pam, but alluded to there being a few others. We also mentioned Lyle, Chip, Aidan, Matt, Sean, Mike, and a few other males too.

Loren's eyes were as large as saucers as she listened to our story. We were out of time, so she didn't get a change to pursue things further, but I suggested we get together on Friday as I had some time, and apparently they did too.

Friday, the three of us met back at Panera's for lunch. Loren again was twitchy with her questions, but sat on all of them lest they create an awkward situation. After greeting, eating part of our lunch, and dealing with the weather, Fran moved things along.

Fran said, "Wednesday we indicated that we had a comfortable intentional family whom we live with and love. We didn't get into the details very much, but if I were in your shoes I'd sure want some of the sexy details. Right?" She gave Loren a lecherous grin.

Loren nodded numbly, and I had the feeling steeled herself for what was coming next, despite her curiosity.

Fran pulled her iPad out of her oversized purse. "I brought us pictures of where we live." She swiped her finger back and forth a few times. "This is our bedroom. To answer probably your largest question, we all sleep together, although if everyone is there it can get a little tight. We have a super-king bed made of a regular king and a double bed, and across from that you can see our queen sized bed. The six of us can sleep there really comfortably, particularly since Steve is so snuggly and cuddly, and if one of the guys sleeps over it's not too bad either."

She swiped through some other pictures showing the rest of the apartment, some included photos of Sheila, Ivy, René, and Ally, and even one with Jane and I snuggled together on the sofa looking at a magazine.

Loren obviously wanted to know how we made love. I found myself silently laughing at the unmistakable curiosity she exhibited.

I turned to Fran and said with a snicker, "Of course, we do more than sleep in those beds. Are you going to tell the complete story?"

Fran turned to Loren and asked in a serious tone, "Do you want to know those kind of details?"

Loren nodded ever so slightly, her eyes continuing to stare at the two of us, and I thought she didn't want to blink for fear she'd miss something.

Fran said, "We make love a lot – every day, multiple times. We're used to having the others around or involved in some way; they make it even more erotic for us. Sometimes, it'll just be Steve and one of us, or Aidan or Matt, but other times we'll all get together and play, and it's so much fun and so arousing to watch each other, and hear the sounds of others making love too."

Loren was nodding, and I imagined her thinking about our beds full of naked people moaning and groaning and fucking wildly in a Caligula-type orgy.

Fran went on, "Steve is unique in that he can really control his sexual responses. He can fuck for hours, have orgasms, but hold back from ejaculating and thus losing his edge. The result is that he gives each of us girls multiple orgasms every time we make love, and I mean more than a dozen of them for each of us."

"A dozen?" Loren exclaimed with a hint of awe in her voice. She looked at me as though I were a Greek god.

Fran swooned a little, "And when he does finish, it's like fireworks going off all over the city. He also does something we call the 'Big Steve Experience,' and it sort of involves some really intense pleasure – and I mean the purest form of pleasure you can imagine – and one result is that as he's loving you, and you reach your crescendo, you peak so high that you black out and just swim in that pleasure for a few minutes as it washes through your body. The French call it La Petite Mort, but for us it's the Big Steve Experience.

Loren looked at me and asked in a soft voice, "Does it involve drugs?"

I shook my head, "No, only two people making love and a desire to please and pleasure."

Loren whispered, "Oh, wow."

Fran suddenly slapped her hand over her mouth, and we both looked at her sudden action. She said in mock horror, "Oh, dear. I bet we've shared way too much." She looked around the restaurant, and asked, "I'm going to get a cookie; does anyone else want a cookie." She popped up out of her chair, obviously ending the conversation, grabbed her purse, and walked toward the sweets display.

Loren looked disappointed.

I said, "I'm sorry if we said too much. We weren't trying to make you uncomfortable. Fran feels so comfortable around you that she lets her hair down, like today, and I guess she got me doing it too. I know you're shy and probably don't like to be shocked about our family life."

Loren didn't make eye contact, but she said, "Well, I'm trying to not be introverted or timid. That's why I admire Fran so; she's so 'out there.' I want to be that way, and she's my role model. As for the subject matter, well, ... it was fine. Don't feel bad, and you certainly didn't upset my sensibilities. I was curious and hoping you'd talk about what you did."

We said a few more words and then Fran reappeared with three large cookies. She distributed them to us, and then launched into a commentary about how expensive the new stores along Boylston Street were, and how they were forcing those of us on limited budgets to head to the suburbs and the discount malls. That day, we never went back to prepping Loren.





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I pulled Loren to me and she fell into my side. I leaned down and kissed her, and this time she kissed back with a passion I'd never felt from her. She whispered, "I think I need to go. I know where this will end up and I'm not ready yet."

"I understand. May I walk you to your car?"

"Yes, please."

Fran gave us space, but also winked at me. Thus, the Roman gladiator escorted Little Red Riding hood out the door, and down the street to Loren's little Fiat. We stood beside the car after she'd tossed her basket into the car. I held my arms open and Loren came into them again, this time grinding her groin against my hard-on. 

I asked, "Can you feel that?"

"Yes. I should be embarrassed but I'm not. I like it."

"It's for you. You did that to me. I desire you."

Loren kissed me again. "Soon, I think. Soon. I just need to think."

With those words, Loren got in her car and drove away.

To be continued

Germandragon did an outstanding editing job. Thank you.



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Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 28



She continued, "The negatives are that it'll move me closer to getting discovered and outed at work, where it'll force someone there to have to make a decision as to whether to keep me at the museum or not. I'd be away from you guys for two or three weeks right in the holiday season, although I could probably postpone until January. My reputation as a slut will flourish, although there are positive and negative sides to that."

Loren asked, "What will your parents say if they find out?"

Sheila laughed and the rest of us chuckled, "Loren, they know and after thinking about it, they approve so long as I think through the implications, like being let go at work. Of course, if I'm fired I'll have even more time to make even more films." 

Loren looked surprised at how liberal the sisters' parents were about this. 

I asked, "Why not get them to come do the films around Boston somewhere? Tell them you have some other actors and actresses who'd like to join in. Heck, even Loren could take a bit part."

Loren started to sputter but then she caught my mischievous look and realized I'd been teasing her. She poked me in the side and I jumped.

Sheila said, "I'll make the suggestion when we talk on Monday. Do you think anyone from the swing group would like to join in?"

Fran speculated, "Probably, certainly as background players in the orgy scenes."

The conversation continued for a bit and then we decided to start the cocktail hour early. As I opened a couple of bottles of wine, Loren came and sat on a tall stool near me. I couldn't help but admire her sexy body. She was smooth, with almost flawless skin. There were no tan lines, but that belied the point that she didn't expose much to the open air, even over the past summer. Her breasts were pert and youthful with beautiful areolas and nipples that invited pawing and sucking. Her pubes were nicely covered in pubic hair, but even that looked inviting.

Loren asked in a low whisper, "Tell me about the swing group."

I explained how we'd been introduced to a small group of people who enjoyed sex as we did because of our having met at the Tantric love class, and how we went and enjoyed an occasional evening with them. I waffled around the senior Henson's introducing us to their larger friends, making it sound as though things had just naturally expanded from meeting Lyle and Nancy. I mentioned the spread of ages, how people came in all sizes and shapes, and some of the fun things that could happen, but I emphasized the erotic nature of the events and the pleasure we all derived from the sex.

Loren soaked up all the information, but I couldn't tell where that left her thinking on the subject. She didn't ask a lot of questions, and I wasn't sure if that was because I was so thorough, or because she was too shy to pursue her curiosity. Sometimes, I thought she took in a lot of information on a subject, and then had to do some 'off line' processing before even she knew what she thought about something.

After some wine and cheese, we opted for a relatively early dinner. We got dressed, but I insisted that Loren wear only her LBD with no bra or underwear. She argued briefly, but then she followed the directions to the letter. We put on warm coats and walked down to Harvard Square for dinner. We ended up at the Brewery and Ale House, a place that's always busy, although that night we were able to get a table right away without reservations or a wait.

We sat for a while and got our drinks. We'd each ordered our entrée, when I made a suggestion to our inexperienced friend. "Loren, you are perfectly seated to do something really nice for someone."

"Huh?" Her lack of comprehension about where I was headed showed her naiveté.

"I want you to focus on the conversation around the table and forget what your mother taught you about keeping your legs together. I want you to show off your best asset to that table of young men, but don't you dare look at them or acknowledge what they're about to see. After flashing them a little you can return to being your demure self. I'll tell you when."

Loren leaned toward me, obviously trying to hear what Sheila and Ivy were talking about at the far end of our table. I was ideally situated to watch the expressions on the party of guys at the other table. Soon they were all locked on Loren's pussy. I could almost see the saliva drooling out the sides of their mouths. Whatever they'd been talking about took a distant second place to watching Loren's beaver. I even felt some measure of pride in that I'd helped talk her into this display of her wares.

Eventually, Loren sat more upright, and the flashing stopped. I leaned in and whispered to Loren about the various reactions I'd seen. She looked fascinated as I described each man at the table and how I could tell when he'd spotted her love slit and locked on. Loren finally allowed her eyes to sweep around the room, and at least she got a glance of her secret admirers.

After dinner, we strolled back to the condo. The night had remained chilly, but by New England standards the temperatures could be described as 'mild.' We again had the policy of nudity in the apartment, so the LBD quickly disappeared as the rest of us also stripped away our layers of clothing. Loren went with the flow a lot easier this time around.

Fran went around and dimmed the lights. She put on another chick flick from Netflix, something starring Drew Barrymore as a kind of Cinderella. Fran, Loren and I took the long sofa again, again with me in the middle. 

I put my arms around the two women, and immediately started to fondle their bare breasts. Once nipples were hard, I started to lean into the breasts to suck on the available nips. Loren nearly came unglued, and kept inhaling so much I wondered where she was putting all the air she took in. Finally, she gave a huge sign, and exhaled as I pinched her left nipple.

Fran leaned in and in a voice Loren could hear said, "Stroke Loren's pussy ... her clit. Make her cum again like you did last night." Fran gave me a kiss and then turned my head to Loren. She also pushed the arm I'd around her in Loren's direction.

I turned and kissed Loren. I whispered to her, "Is that what you want?"

In a nearly inaudible hiss, she said, "Yes, please. I promise I won't run home tonight."

As I kissed Loren, I used both hands on her body, stroking her zones and her breasts, and then running fingers of one hand along her smooth thighs. I found her labia swollen and aroused, so I pinched the two sides together and manipulated them in a way sure to arouse. Loren spread her legs apart even more. I carefully avoided her slit, but did start to wander over her mons and through her lush pubic hair. With almost each erotic touch, Loren moaned or her body writhed subtly under my touch. She sank lower on the sofa too.

After several minutes of this, I used my middle finger and ran it past her wet slit being sure to make contact with her clitoris. Upon contact, Loren's body arched off the sofa to meet my touch. She whispered, "Kiss me. Steve, please kiss me."

I did that, but now kept a steady stimulation to the area around her vaginal opening, and across her clit. Occasionally, I allowed only the tip of my finger to start to slide into her opening, but I never went deep. Loren moaned into our deep kiss ... and then she came. She threw an arm around my neck and pulled me hard into her body for over a minute as the wave of pleasure washed through her. Her kiss ground our lips together almost to the point of pain.

Gradually, she relaxed her grip on me, our kiss waned, and her eyes fluttered open. She said, "You gave me the most wonderful feeling ... just like last night, only better." I got a slight smile from her.

Fran appeared beside Loren and kissed her tenderly. She moved away, and Sheila was there, also with a beautiful kiss for Loren. Ally and Ivy followed too. Ivy French kissed Loren for the first time, and also drew one of Loren's hands to her excited breasts. I watched as Loren's fingers came alive as she felt Ivy's sexy body and brought one nipple to a rigid state with a gentle pinch.

The color came up in Loren as we sat. She whispered, "I'm embarrassed again ... that I came in public ... and that I'm touching Ivy" She said that, but she continued to fondle Ivy's breast.

Fran chortled, "No, 'public' is when Steve makes you cum while you're sitting on a bench along the Charles River with cars driving by and joggers passing every minute or so. This is a private and loving place. We always touch each other erotically. Please don't be embarrassed by our presence or what we do with each other; we're the people who are loving you and want you as part of our loving family."

Loren studied Fran for the longest time, absorbing the full implications of what she'd just said. She asked, "Will the wedding be this way?"

Fran responded nicely, "Yes, and the party too. There will be lots of moments like this ... and lots more. It'll be more public too, sometimes."

Loren lay down putting her head in my lap, a feat since I still had a 'nine' going. She briefly touched me to push me down and commented, "You're lumpy." She then put her head down on top of my cock, the side of her head pushing me between my legs, and closed her eyes.

I stroked her breasts in a light, airy-fairy kind of way, not to tickle but just to let her know that I was there and able to touch her in an arousing way. Loren seemed to purr after a while, and I guessed that she was examining the sex we'd just had, her orgasm, how I got to her, and why she'd let herself be so demonstrative.

When the movie ended, Loren made motions to go home. Fran and I invited her to stay, but she insisted on leaving. The two of us dressed and I walked Loren out to her car. She didn't live that far away, but I knew she'd driven to be a little safer than walking home and also to avoid the chilly weather.

I had another hot kiss with Loren before she got into her car. I made her promise to come back the next morning and enjoy how we did Sundays. She wasn't as reticent this night as she had been the night before.

After she drove away, I went back to the condo and made love to everyone. I was horny from having stimulated Loren for so long, and to have had my hands over all the romantic places on her body. I wondered how far she let me go on Sunday.





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Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 29



I gestured to Loren. "Why don't you clean me up, and then clean up Ivy." There was no doubt about what I wanted to have happen, plus Loren had had it done to her, just not been on the cleanup end of things.

Loren tentatively inhaled my cock, realizing as she did it was dripping with my cum and Ivy's female juices. After a couple of tentative tastes, she realized it wasn't that bad, and then I was back buried in her mouth until I fully disappeared.

Moving on from me to Ivy, Loren adopted a more enthusiastic style. Again I heard the slurping sounds, and I could see she even started to use a couple of fingers to pull my goo from inside Ivy, and to stimulate Ivy to an orgasm. Ivy gave me a look that betrayed amazement at our protégé, and then she came. After Ivy finished her climax, Loren turned to Ivy, "Did I really give you an orgasm?"

Ivy nodded and whispered, "Thank you. Come and let me kiss you."

Loren looked at me and smiled like a little kid who had just done something really well by accident but wasn't about to not take pride in the accomplishment. I had to laugh aloud at the look on her face. I said, "Congratulations, you've broken through a couple of more barriers tonight. Now kiss Ivy."

I thought for a moment and as she pulled away from a long sapphic kiss; I said, "Do you want to breakdown a couple more barriers tonight?"

Loren looked at me with a worried expression suddenly. I said, "Want to make love to two other men tonight?"

Slowly she nodded up and down as she broke into a further grin. She said, "Aidan and Matt?"

I slipped out of the room and found Matt, René, and Fran in the living room. Fran was bouncing up and down on his cock as he sat on the sofa. René was beside the two of them urging them on, but getting fingered by him.

They turned to me, and I asked, "Want to come and join us? We're about to expand Loren's horizons to a new man, if you're up to it Matt. You can be the second man to ever make love to her."

Quick as a flash they were all up and following me into the bedroom. Loren was standing beside the bed as we came in. 

Matt went right up to Loren, and the two of them immediately started to French kiss. I watched Loren grab ahold of his cock, still wet with Fran's juices. After a few wanks, she dropped to her knees and swallowed Matts long cock, working it around the way Ivy had just showed her. 

After a couple of minutes of this, Loren invitingly lay back on the bed expecting to be fucked, but Matt buried his face in her pussy first, his tongue and fingers going wild in her cunt. A couple of minutes of that, and then he rose and slowly worked his hardness into her cunt. Loren came right away again.

I ended with René riding my cock with Fran and Ivy beside us in a sixty-nine. Matt was not schooled in the Tantric sex techniques I intuitively used now, so his technique to extend his staying power was to extract, wait a minute or two for things to cool down, and then start in again. I watched him go through four cycles of this with Loren before he finally gave it up and joined her in a beautiful orgasm.

The two of them lay together cooing at one another as Loren still twitched her body against his. While they were regaining their centers, I went and got Aidan, Sheila, and Ally. I explained to them what the plan was.

We got back to the bedroom, and about two minutes later, Ally was eating cum from Loren's pussy, and two minutes after that Aidan was buried to the hilt in Loren, and the two of them were noisily building towards another pair of orgasms. 

It took another hour before everyone had a comfortable number of orgasms, and had sated their sexual desires for the evening. At that point, we broke into three groups to sleep. Matt, Sheila, and Ally went off to the guest room. Aidan and Ivy took the queen bed in the master bedroom, and across from them I bedded down with my arms around Loren and Fran, with René close by.





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I paused and went on, "Let those that love you be your judge if anyone. See how the rest of us feel when they get up. I guarantee everyone will love you just the way you are. It's who we are. We give unconditional love."

Loren sobbed, but stepped up her body motions in our fuck. She gasped out, "I love all of you so much."

"And we love you. Why do you think we asked you to move in with us? We want the people we love near us, with us, making love with us. We want you."

Loren came, and I jettisoned a load of cum into her body. I held her and stroked her in my most loving way for a half hour after until she gestured that we should go back to sleep. I cradled her into me right on the sofa until she slept.

Loren was quiet in the morning when we awoke. We both smelled liked day-old sex -- very ripe. We'd ended sleeping tightly together on the sofa after our middle of the night fuck. Sheila and Matt came out, nude, to start breakfast. We got up at that point and started to help, although each of us slipped away for a quick shower.

I could see Loren relax after she got kissed by each new arrival, and then the idle conversation as various breakfast ingredients were brought out to the counter revolved around the fun the previous night had been, how orgasmic Gale had been at first and the speculation about her pregnancy, how horny Lyle had been and how much better at lovemaking he'd gotten over the past year as he practiced the Tantric sex techniques, and what a sex bomb Rita was with Matt in the last round. 

Loren listened carefully and seemed to be trying to read between the lines as to whether there were any negatives about the prior night and her activities. The only negative remark I heard was a comment about the Dunn's having run out of Chardonnay. All the other remarks were observations or favorable comments. It had been a great party.

Loren relaxed further when Fran, Ally, René, and Ivy joined us. The same kind of conversation continued. René and Ivy made more of an effort to get Loren to comment on the party, and I listened as she too started to join in the fun of remembering various little tidbits from the evening, including in response to one question, her most memorable orgasms of the night (the orgasm I saw her have with Chip; Lyle spit-roasting her while Sheila ate her out and Aidan fucked her). Sheila looked proud to be singled out for exemplary service to her friend.

Later in the morning, I did a health check with Loren, and she smiled at me. "I am much better now. Thank you for loving me, and for being so supportive. You are teaching me so much about love, and life, and relationships ... and sex. I love this. I feel as though I am growing by leaps and bounds every hour."

I kissed Loren and cuddled with her for a while. Ivy joined us too, and we just had a quiet time on the sofa. René came to us too, and put her head in Loren's lap, obviously expecting to be smoothed and loved by her new 'sister.' I finally declared cuddle time over after about fifteen minutes. I got a contingent of people to put on their running sweats and to take a chilly November jog along the Charles River.

To be continued

Thank you Germandragon for your editing. You've made this a better story by finding the errors that would have made reading difficult.



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Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 30



I also got Jane and Loren to talk, having Jane tell Loren about her first gangbang and how slutty she'd felt and how she got over it.  Jane was almost fifteen years Loren's senior, so I'm sure there was big sister explaining the facts of life to little sister feeling going on.  Later, Loren came and kissed me and told me she not only loved me, she loved Jane, and that she was fine what she'd done at the swing party, and then over the weekend, and she wanted more, more, more of the same the rest of her life.

Sheila texted us that she and Ned were 'getting along famously' and that she'd return home soon.  'Soon' turned out to be late Sunday morning.  Ned came with her, and blended into the activities at the condo.  Based on an aside conversation, I saw Ally start to come on to Ned, a point that surprised him, but he seemed to roll with things.  I felt sure that by now, Ned understood the open relationships we had in all directions within our circle.

I didn't find it a surprise at all when Ally went off with Ned for dinner 'and whatever.'  The 'and whatever' kept her out until midnight, and she came home well fucked, and with great affection for our new friend.

Fran suggested that she go out with Ned too, size him up, and see how to integrate him into our growing family.  We talked about a number of open questions regarding him joining us to some degree.  I wanted to know more about why he hadn't gotten along with his first wife, plus how he felt about being part of a bisexual (for the women) polyamorous situation with a little incest thrown in for good measure?  How would Sheila's porn career influence his thinking?  Was he discrete?  What was the chemistry with the rest of us?  We went on and on thinking up questions.  Fran wrote them down, and then transferred them to her iPhone so she didn't forget them.

Monday night Fran went out with Ned, arriving home about one a.m.  I grinned as she slipped into bed, nudging Ivy to one side so she could spoon in next to me.  She whispered, "He's a divine lover.  I have a lot of info about him, all positive.  I'll tell you tomorrow, but think of him as a new member of our clan."

Tuesday, I was up and out the door a six a.m. to catch the early shuttle to New Jersey.  I was at TCI headquarters by nine, and working with John Ringler on the corporate strategic planning project.  Of course, I had to remain mute about Jane's promotion and relocation, but I could see as we went over some things how important her new position would be and how much faith the Board must have in her performance to move her to their most critical region.

I didn't have a chance to talk to Fran until I was driving to Jane's old house that I'd been using as a hotel whenever I was in New Jersey.  Jane would actually be arriving at her own house in a day or so for the first time in few months while she spent a week or so at corporate headquarters.

I didn't get any personal time until five o'clock.  I left TCI and drove to Jane's home, getting there before anybody else.  I called Fran, and she'd just gotten home and gave me an update on Ned.

Fran said, "Ned's a keeper, and you know how skittish I am of men I don't know since the incident with Joel.  He has a very gentle personality, yet looks so handsome, even with his glasses.  We took a walk near his condo, and he seemed to know every dog and owner in the neighborhood.  He loves animals and that tells me a lot of the man.  He's also artistic as you might expect, and lives a nearly spotless life but isn't anal retentive about it.  He's widely read and has a great library.  He has great stamina when making love, definitely pleases, makes sure his partners are happy before he finishes, and has a pretty fast recovery period.  He also knew some of the Tantric sex moves you practice.  Overall, I give him an 'A' rating."

"What'd he think about dating three sisters in a row?"

Fran giggled.  "I asked him that, and he said it blew his mind.  He also confessed that he's had a long, dry spell with women, partly of his own choosing since he felt so burned by his ex-wife's departure.  She took him to the cleaners and left a really sour taste in his mouth."

"Why'd the marriage break apart?"

"From all I can tell, she was after him for his money.  I think they 'liked' each other for a while, but I didn't get the feeling there was much love there.  She's got a career, and he thought that towards the end of the marriage she was getting it on with one of the guys she worked with.  He says he's ready for something new."

"What does he think about Sheila's porn career?"

"He laughed.  Said he always wanted to know someone in the industry and now he does.  He was very accepting of it, and said if she enjoyed the exhibitionism and stardom then more power to her.  I didn't think it impacted his opinion of her at all except in a good way."

"Did you ask him about what he thought about our lifestyle?"

"I did, and he just shrugged.  He said he thought it was interesting, and he thought it'd be an interesting situation to be in.  He's open to it if something like that ever dropped into his lap.  He doesn't see himself being the hub of anything the way you've turned out to be."

"Just so you know, I didn't plan it.  It's only been recently I've wanted to add a few people."

Fran giggled, "You'd add every female on the planet if you got to fuck them.  You are lovable, and you fall in love easily."

"Oh, come on.  I'm not that bad.  Look how careful I was with Loren.  I was willing to stop at any time."

"Loren?  You mean the girl that is turning into a super-slut because she loves cock so much?  That girl?  The one that would do anything for you because she loves you so much?"

"OK, and yes, that girl.  We've corrupted her, and that's partly your doing."

Fran laughed, "She loves it.  She told me she'd never go back."

"Hey, back to Ned.  Do you want to add him to our circle and if so what are our next steps?"

"Yes, I do.  He's a darling.  Sheila and Ally love him too.  As for next steps, I made a dinner date with him for tonight, but what he doesn't know is that I'm taking Ivy with me, and we're going to give him an experience he'll never forget.  She's psyched."

"Poor Ned," I chuckled.  "Take notes and tell me all about it tomorrow."

About that time I heard a car pull in the driveway.  I looked out the front window and through the frost I saw Pam and Kristen heading for the house.  Kristen carried a large bag of Chinese takeout from a restaurant just down the street.  I strode to the front door to open it before they had a chance to knock or get their keys out.

I greeted them and welcomed them into what I'd come to think of as my 'Other Home.'  I'd spent so much time here over the past year, even after Jane suddenly assigned to the Rocky Mountain Division, that I felt I owned the place.  I had been keeping it clean, even dusting, and had done a few minor repairs, as they'd come needing attention.

I got kisses from each of the women.  Pam said, "Hey, it's cold in here."

I explained, "I've had the heat on a low setting to save money.  It's coming up, but might take another hour or two.  I was thinking of making a fire in the fireplace.  Would you like that?"

Kristen hugged me, "That'd be so romantic ... and warm.  If you ever expect to see the nude body that's under these winter clothes you'd better jig up the temperate about ten degrees.  I'm even cold in the summer, just so you know."  I noticed that neither Pam nor Kristen took off their outdoor winter coats for fifteen minutes.

The three of us puttered around the kitchen setting up the various Chinese dishes to share.  I opened some wine and poured three glasses.  Our conversation was chatter about work and the cold weather.  There was even the season's first serious snow storm in the Midwest, due to hit the east coast the following day.  I recommended that if things got bad we all head to Jane's home early since it was the closest to TCI and to where Kristen worked for the foundation Zoey's parents had established.  Kristen said she'd bring Zoey too, and anybody else that looked marooned and horny.

I felt warmed to reconnect with Kristen after a long hiatus due to our travels not leaving us in New Jersey at the same time.  Yes, she did show me her naked body, and so did Pam, after we got the living room temperature pumped up to about eighty.  We made love on the sofa, and when we got too tired, we all sprinted up the stairs to the master bedroom, dove under the covers, shivered for a few moments until our body heat warmed the cold sheets, and then went to sleep.

In the morning, the house was warmer so we had less trouble rising and getting started.  The morning sky had that gray-white color and the air had a humid bite to it that portended snow later in the day.  I made a guess to myself that it would start just after lunch.  I rode back to TCI with Pam, and on the way we dropped Kristen off at the office building where the Mendenthal Foundation was based.

At work, Pam and I reviewed three of the projects FDC were doing for TCI.  The project managers were well prepped (my doing from the day before), and Pam seemed pleased with the results we were getting.  Two software systems had gone live in the past month, taking over from thirty-year-old software that was costly and cumbersome to run.  So far, there were only minor glitches.  Pam gave us much higher grades than the new online health care software the government had launched in the same time period.  

When we broke at noon, the first lazy snowflakes of the day were coming down.  I took a photo out the window and sent it to my girls in Cambridge with two words:  'Snow today.'   A few minutes later, Fran responded,  'Here too.  Heading home.  Invited Ned to dinner and whatever.  Call me when you have time.  Love.  F.' 

I didn't think much about the text because that sounded so like Fran, but I did enjoy the picture she sent of Copley Square from her office window, mostly because a sultry Loren was sitting on the windowsill with her skirt hiked up well above her knees.   I thought about how we really had transformed the pretty girl into a slut: my kind of person.

A group of us went to lunch in the TCI cafeteria.  I felt a holiday air because of the impending holiday season and the onset of snow.  I seemed to hear more laughter in the hall than usual too.  Maybe I was lightening up a bit.  

By the time lunch was over, an inch of snow had fallen and the storm had intensified.  I texted Pam about leaving and she wrote back,  'Let's go.  Meet at car in 10 min.'  We met, and as we drove I called Kristen.  She said she'd be waiting at the door to her office with Zoey.  It took us an extra half hour to get there, but then the two of them jumped into the back seat laughing and bubbling over about the afternoon off due to snow.  They were like school children who'd been let out early.

We finally made it to the house.  Pam had a text from Bob saying he was on his way.  Pete was in the City and there was no chance he'd get to us before dinner at the best.  We each got into casual clothes, a benefit of leaving various outfits at Jane's home, and I built another roaring fire.  We made up a grocery list and I volunteered to make the journey of about a mile to the local supermarket.  By then the snow was coming down at over an inch an hour.  The radio was making it sound like the storm of the century, and yet officially winter hadn't even started yet.  I wondered if the stuff would hang around to create a white Christmas for everyone in the area.

Back with groceries I then started to prepare an Italian dinner of Chicken Parmigiana, complete with all the trimmings and fresh cheeses and pasta.  We also started drinking some of the wine I'd bought, figuring that what warmed the body might also warm the mind.

At six o'clock, I went outside and shoveled the walk and brushed some of the snow from the cars.  About six inches of snow had fallen since noon.  The wind had kicked up too, so some of my shoveling was for nought.  When I got back inside, Pam showed me a text from Pete:  'Staying in City.  See if I can find a warm pussy to sleep in.  Transportation system a disaster.  Promise I'll be safe.  Love you guys.  Have fun.  Pete.' 

We had the TV on, and the city TV stations were all reporting not only the snow, but how bad the commute had become, warning of hours of delay by any mode of transportation.  Plows were also having trouble keeping up with the storm.

I noted that Boston hadn't escaped the wrath of the storm.  The snowfall prediction there was for over eighteen inches before tomorrow morning.

I called Fran and she picked up on the first ring.  "Hi, Lover.  How're you doing?  In a warm safe place, I hope."

"At Jane's with Bob, Pam, Zoey and Kristen.  Pete's marooned somewhere in Manhattan hoping to find some pussy to sleep with."

Fran laughed, "Sounds like a plan.  We all just got here finally.  Ned ended up walking from Kendall Square.  He was soaked.  I hope you don't mind, I gave him some of your sweats to wear after he took a hot shower."

"Alone?"

"Well, I thought he should have some companionship in the shower, so I did join him, but we didn't do much because his little Willie was so cold and shrunken.  I'll warm it up a little later."

"Who's there?"

"Everyone but René.  She called me earlier and told me she was going to sleep at the hospital since they have ER staff that can't make it in because of the snow west of them."

"What are you planning for Ned?"

Fran laughed again and then sort of whispered into the mouthpiece, "I thought we'd give him a full immersion initiation into our circle.  We have Matt and Ned with six horny women.  Guess what'll happen after dinner."

"I think we're planning the same thing.  Enjoy and share like a good little girl."

"Oh, I'm planning on sharing.  Loren already asked for some significant time with Ned and so did Jane, so I'm bowing out tonight to play with Matt.  Both of them told me they miss you a lot and wish you didn't have to travel so much.  Me too."

"Guilt trip," I chuckled.  

"I know.  I told them it was just the way things were.  At least you're not alone."

"How'd you and Ivy do with Ned last night?"

In a whispered tone, "We fucked him dry, but he kept giving us orgasms with his mouth and fingers.  This guy is really a superlative lover – not quite to your standards, but he's in the ballpark.  He's always horny."

"I want details when I get home," I added with a chuckle of appreciation for another man after my own heart.  I had some inner voice that made me want to keep delivering orgasms to my partners until they either passed out, as they'd been know to do, or pleaded for mercy and for me to stop.

Fran said, "I love you.  I've got to go help with dinner.  I'll talk to you later.  I'm guessing we'll have tomorrow off, so I'll let you know what's happening with a text early in the day."  We ended our call, and I rejoined the other four people at Jane's.  Pam asked what the Cambridge crew was up to, so I told her including an update on the seduction of Ned.  She'd met him over the Thanksgiving weekend, so she had some appreciation for his character.

After dinner the five of us retired to the master bedroom.  I'd run an electric heater in the room to bring the temperature up, so by the time we decided to play the temp had reached a comfortable level for nudity and outside the covers fucking.  

We played a little game of exhibitionism that Zoey conjured up, and set the rules for.  We created various couples and each couple had to perform for the other three in the room.  We were allowed to narrate our sex acts, talking about what we were doing, how we wanted our partners to feel, what we felt, smelled or tasted, and how we felt in terms of our impending orgasms.  

Zoey managed to couple with me, and then describe a gangbang situation that had me harden to a 'ten plus.'  As she talked about her perversion, she'd have me fuck her in various positions, or be on top riding the hell out of me and putting on a graphic sex show for our friends.

When my turn came to 'perform,' I cheated.  I went and got my laptop computer, and hooked it up to Jane's bedroom TV.  I called up one of Sheila's porn films and started that running, complete with sound track.  This captured everyone's attention.

I had Kristen as my partner, and told her that to the best of her ability she just had to do everything that Sheila was doing in the video.  I started by eating her pussy until she had a few orgasms, and then she swapped and started to deep throat me and do her nasty little tricks that were unique to her BJs.  When Sheila started to have a threesome with another woman, Pam came and joined us, encouraging Kristen to eat her out as I plundered her pussy.  In another threesome, we had Bob join us and spit-roasted Kristen for while, before DPing her to the amusement of Zoey and Pam who were masturbating each other.  After that an all-out orgy ensured in the video, and that just called for all of us to be together in the bed, often swapping with our counterparts on the bed.

As usual, I outlasted Bob, but gave in after a while.  I came inside Zoey, but not before I gave her several G-spot climaxes and got her so sexually excited she was oozing girl juice on a continuous basis.

After that round of our game playing, we were all tired, so I turned off the heater, locked up the house, and we retired to the two upstairs bedrooms.  I had Pam and Kristen with me, and Bob had Zoey sleeping with him in the guest room.  

When I woke to weak white light coming in from the window there was an unusual hush from outside, the kind of noiseless condition fresh snow produces.  I looked beside me, surprised to find Zoey where Kristen had been.  She cranked one eye open and me, and whispered, "Kiss me.  I love you."

I kissed Zoey, and felt her sensual lips caress mine in a way only she could do.  I asked, "Where are Pam and Kristen?"

"Making breakfast with Bob.  I wanted to be with you one more time before the day got underway.  I also wanted to make sure that you heard over and over again what I told you a minute ago, 'I love you.'  I'm very particular about those words, and I don't use them casually.  The only other men in my life right now who've ever heard them are Bob and Pete, so consider yourself in an exclusive club."  She kissed me again, and I felt her warm breasts run against my arm in a seductive way.

The next I knew, Zoey's long tapered fingers wrapped around my sleeping cock, and suddenly I wasn't sleeping anymore.  She had a knack of arousing me from my 'zero' condition to an 'eight' in only sixty seconds, aided in part by driving her sweet tongue into my mouth.  Sixty seconds later, Zoey mounted me, continued to make love to me, and also continued to extol the virtues of our coupling like this as often as we could whenever we were near each other on the planet.

I didn't even pretend that I knew anything about extending our lovemaking session with Tantric techniques, and Zoey knew that.  She popped off two significant climaxes, and just the pressure of her cunt spasming around my cock almost did me in, but when she started to cum a third time and dragged her pendulous tits with excited nipples across my chest, I gave up.  I blasted a gallon of hot sticky cum up inside her as we both groaned and ground our faces together in a passionate kiss.  Zoey then fell into my arms and stretched out her body over mine while keeping us connected.

I think we might have dozed or even fallen asleep again for a few minutes.  She was so comfortable on top of me, and I didn't feel squashed in the least.  What woke me was one giant twitch of her body.  I opened my eyes and Zoey was looking at me with such a look of love on her face, I had no doubt about what she was feeling.




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"Zoey, I love you too.  You know I have others in my life, as you do, but you've crossed that threshold in my thinking to have me say that to you.  We make love, and I love you; what a nice combination."

We kissed some more, and then got up, slipped on some warm clothing, and headed downstairs.  As we did, I started a little list in my head about the kind of clothing I was going to need to start keeping down here if this cold weather persisted – and I knew it would.

Pam, Kristen, and Bob had made French toast for us, along with bacon, fruit, and other little touches that made breakfast special.  Bob proudly announced, "There is no way we are leaving here this morning, anyway.  The street hasn't even been plowed, and near as I can tell there are about fifteen inches of fresh powder out there."

I said, "Well, we can start to dig out of here and be ready for our rescue.  Besides, I sort of like snow shoveling; it helps build strong muscles twelve ways just like Wonder Bread."

I got a text from Fran at nine o'clock, 'Snowed in by 18" of white. Amazing. State is paralyzed. We're all going to go dig cars out this morning.  Ned stayed over and made the rounds, so to speak. He's a happy camper and one of the crew now. He gets 'it,' and will fit right in from here on out. Call at lunch hour if you can. Would like to hear how your night went and I'll give you details. I love you more than anything. F.' 


To be continued

And, my usual thanks to Germandragon for his editing skills.



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Jane spent an extra day in Boston since nothing was flying, and the train service was spotty at best. For two days driving was a no-no from Washington to Maine and beyond. We didn't leave Jane's house until the next morning, Wednesday. The Cambridge crew was likewise marooned together. Fran explained the surreptitious plan to wear out Ned, thus he had reached a point where his physiology just refused to function. Matt had paced himself a little better, but he too declared a timeout for recovery.

Wednesday, the sun came out, and life seemed more normal except for some huge snowdrifts where the plows had piled up the snow. We all went to our work and had a more normal work day than slipping in a few hours on the computer here and there the day before. 

Flights started up again, and to my surprise Wednesday afternoon Jane strolled into my conference room about three o'clock. She gave me a peck on the lips, and explained about her travel travails. She also informed me that I was hers for the night; others were welcome to join us but she wanted me next to her from eight to eight, as she put it. I told her that sounded pretty good to me too.

Pam headed home and picked up Kristen on the way. They'd be with Bob and Pete, who'd gotten out of the city and home about midnight on Tuesday. Zoey texted and asked if they could join me at Jane's again. I checked with Jane and she said, "Oh, Yes, have her come, I really like her," so I texted back some instructions regarding dinner I knew she wouldn't mind fulfilling.

Those decisions resulted in me being in Jane's large bed with two horny women after dinner. I showed Jane special preference, but I don't think anyone noticed because she got rather turned on by Zoey, and so the two women enjoyed some sapphic loving as I took turns with each of them. We slept together in the large bed. I surrounded Jane with my love as she spooned Zoey.

In the morning, Zoey left me with Jane for a bit, so we made love before showering and getting ready to go off to TCI. We kissed Zoey goodbye. She was heading off to Washington by train to meet with some congressmen about some cause she wanted their sponsorship for.

Amazingly, the temperatures had risen to almost sixty degrees, so the snowmelt was taking place at a phenomenal rate. At TCI, I didn't see Jane the rest of the day until about six o'clock when she showed up in my conference room again. She suggested a romantic dinner, and I welcomed the opportunity.

Before we left, she thrust a single page into my hands. It was an official announcement of her promotion that was released to the press at four o'clock. This would be on the front page of even the Wall Street Journal because the succession was such a major event, and TCI was such a major influence on some of the financial markets. 

Many people were still at work when we walked down the halls heading towards the underground parking garage. Person after person made it a point to come up to Jane and congratulate her. Word sure traveled fast. 

We ate at a small but busy bistro in Madison, and while there, no fewer than a dozen men and women Jane knew came up and congratulated her. The words were kind and laudatory. Jane was humble, saying things like 'I've just been doing my job,' but everyone knew she excelled at what she did and put in more time and brainpower to her work than any other executive in the company. Given her position and age, she might become the first female head of TCI, and one of the very few women CEOs who ran a multibillion-dollar corporation.

Back at Jane's house we made tender and sweet love all night. She also talked about the pleasures she enjoyed at the Cambridge condo, and thanked me for the hospitality. I explained that she was a 'sister' and had full rights to be there anytime she wanted so thanking me was unnecessary as it was her home too. She knew that, and also knew that she'd be a major part of the commitment ceremony at my wedding to Fran on St. Maartens in April.

I asked her about being in the wedding, our unconventional service and plans for a weeklong orgy, and wondered given her new executive status if she could spare the time and if she got seen what it would do to her reputation.

Jane smiled, and said in a sincere tone, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a shit." She laughed at the parody on the words from Gone With The Wind. She added, "I am going to be there for the whole thing. If I get seen and photographed and roasted for being a loving and sexual human being then fuck them. I will have nothing to apologize for, and I will gladly give up whatever the Board wants me to give up to be with my new family."

I hoped she meant what she said, because I thought there might indeed be some spies about who would want to discredit her. That realization made me think of some restrictions I wanted to put on the event, or some other measures to preserve not only Jane's sanctity, but also that of some of the other guests. Jane wouldn't be the only person at the wedding holding an important public position. I made a note to talk to Fran about what my thinking meant in terms of the wedding and following party. I was getting more protective of the people I loved.

I had the weekend plus Monday and Tuesday back in Cambridge, and during the days at the FDC offices working on staffing and other aspects of the various projects I was overseeing, now as a new officer. 

I reestablished loving contact with my six 'Cambridge wives' as Fran had started to call them. I still got some teasing from my FDC colleagues about my harem, and somehow word had gotten out about some of the out-of-town others, such as Jane, Brenda and Pam. At 'home' in Cambridge I now lived with Fran, Sheila, Ally, René, Ivy, and Loren. I thought it interesting they referred to themselves as 'sisters,' and I discovered on the TV that they had recorded and were saving every episode of the cable TV series entitled 'Sister Wives.'  I watched a couple of episodes and didn't see too many similarities.

The TV show did wake me up to the potential legal implications of having a de facto marriage to at least six women because the extended family on TV was having trouble with the State of Utah. I decided I needed to check with a lawyer to see if any of us were tempting the long arm of the law for living the way we were. I wondered if being married to one of them would make any difference too.

Ned and Matt had become nearly constant companions during the evening hours, plus Aidan had been coming by frequently. I did a mood check with each of the 'sisters' about how they felt about each of the men, and how I was positioned in that ranking. I ended up feeling comfortable with the whole situation. No one was being possessive or trying to cut someone out of the pack for personal attention and enjoyment.

I'd also started reading about polyamorous relationships again, delving into detail about the kinds of situations that damage the interactions between the players or even end up with the demise of the loving group. Not surprisingly, jealousy was at the top of the list. Delving deeper I found that in the type of relationship we'd formed the jealousy might show up from insecurity about fitting in the group and being loved, anxiety over losing something such as access or control, or envy at someone getting something they want.

As a result of this I made it a point over the following weeks to take a careful look at how each person in our mix interacted with the others, even trying to take an objective look at my own behavior.

Ned and Matt were struggling to establish a permanent place in the pecking order in the circle. They wanted to be in the inner circle. I went out of my way to make sure they knew I wanted to include them in our activities and that I wasn't jealous of their sexual play with the women. They both seemed to breathe easier after those talks, feeling more included.

Loren seemed to retain some of her insecurities, so I again went out of my way to include her in intimate activities and to tell her more frequently that I loved her and wanted her with me. I had several talks with her about living in a polyamorous situation, and each time she seemed to fit in more tightly with the group, coming to see herself as an integral cog in our growing family.

Ivy had a personality that seemed to want some drama in it from day to day. I coached her that creating drama in the family where none was needed was destructive to the fabric of what we were trying to do. I think my bluntness got her attention, because her behavior changed instantly to be more peace seeking. In talking to her, I realized I also needed to spend more intimate time with Ivy to pull her in closer to me and my love.

Sheila and Ally felt secure in my love for them. We'd started together, and they felt comfortable being 'founding sisters.' They each felt some responsibility for soothing over the little frictions that arose on a daily basis between us all. Sheila still wondered about how we perceived her after her stint in porn, and I assured her that as far as I could see she'd only improved her status by doing something daring. I encouraged her to do more if she wanted.

René understood all of my questions and areas of concern, but she claimed she had no issues except being able to spend more time with everyone. If she had any jealousy, it was her lack of time due to her schedule at the hospital. 

Fran was my first and last consideration - my fiancée. We talked and shared a lot more feelings that came up naturally than with the others, not that I was trying to hide them, but Fran knew how to ask the right questions that got me talking about what I felt and worried about. She was fine so long as we were on track not just for the wedding, but for the longer haul as a husband and wife in an open relationship. We talked a lot about what 'open' meant and how that might change over time. We also talked about the other women I had an intimate connection with, including her mother, but no changes seemed necessary.





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As far as the wedding, I didn't have too much to do. Fran and I chose wedding rings, and I did some further coordination with the resort we'd be going to about security and the nature of the wedding. We did a guest list, and ended up mailing nice invitations to about a hundred-fifty people, expecting at best half that many to travel to St. Maartens for the wedding and the following weeklong party.





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I roused Aidan and after attending to our S's (shit, shine, shave, shower), we put on our speedos and sport shirts, and headed down to the breakfast bar.  We found Matt, Dave, Doug, Ned, Chip, and Sean at a large table.  We joined them, and they too were part of the abandoned male population.  Dave informed me that the girls had taken the hotel courtesy bus into Phillipsburg, the largest town on the island.  They'd arranged all sorts of events to pamper themselves for the day.

The wedding was planned for four o'clock, so we'd be knocking around by ourselves all day.  Dave also informed the others that Lyle, Walt, Randy, and Frank had gone off to some golf course to play eighteen holes, expecting to be back shortly after lunch.  We lingered around the breakfast table for second and third cups of coffee, and then migrated out to the pool area to check out the T&A in the vicinity.  The sun was hot, so we took care to lather up with suntan lotion with a high SPF.  

As we were sitting there one of the concierge women came by our circle.  "Is there a Mr. Wallace in this group?"  The voice of the gorgeous woman in Bermuda shorts and a tank top melted part of the polar cap it was so warm.

I raised my hand, "That's me."

She gave me a mega-watt smile and said, "Oh, good.  You and your companions are invited to the resort spa for massages and any other of our amenities you'd like to partake in.  This has all been arranged by your lady friends."

"Where do we go and when?"  A few others tossed out related questions.

Go to the Tiki Hut at the end of that row of bungalows.  We booked in extra help, so there's room for up to ten of you at a time.  Can I tell them the eight of you are coming now?"

We all rose and followed Giselle (according to her nametag).  She reached back and held my hand, in an obvious gesture of flirtation.  She led us down a lush path towards the area we where we were to be pleasured.

We walked into the small lobby of the bungalow.  Two pretty mulatto girls jumped up and welcomed us.  In the short time it took us to leave Giselle and walk the hundred yards, they'd gotten a call we were coming.  Six other gorgeous women appeared through a door with broad welcoming smiles.

One did the introductions of the women, citing the credentials in massage, acupuncture, neuro-therapy, and other specialties to us as she went along: Cindra, Bastine, Elle, Shirl, Uma, Lulu, Barrie, and Oceanna.  I had the feeling there were a few others nearby in case there had been more of us.

We were led into a large open-air room where the breeze from the Caribbean Sea wafted over us.  We were each seated, and immediately our pedicures and manicures were started.  I had Cindra attending to me, and she was very touchy feely as she went along.  She joked with me about being the groom, and these being my last few hours to sow my wild oats.  She also had a loose scoop neck top on that fully revealed her breasts to me as she knelt to work on my toenails.  More than once, she caught me looking down at her, and I got a knowing smile.

As she attended to me, Cindra started to talk in a soft voice to me, explaining that the girls were well trained in Tantric massage and Nuru Massage.  I was familiar with Tantric massage from the sex course I'd taken with the sisters a couple of years earlier, but the Nuru massage was new to me.  When I asked about it, Cindra just smiled and said, "When I show you, I guarantee you'll love it."  She paused and added, "It can be erotic."

I allowed how erotic was good.

After the manicures, Cindra had me strip and lie down on my stomach on a classic massage table.  Soon, I felt the gentle beating of a special palm branch on my body.  Cindra explained that this was to excite the skin follicles and wake up my skin to the possibilities of the day.  When I rolled over I feared for my manhood, but Cindra carefully avoided slapping my genitals with the palm flogger.  

When I guessed she'd touched most of my skin, I could still hear the same attention being given to my other friends.  Next to me, Dave Henson looked over and gave me a wink.  Elle, his therapist, was carefully holding his cock aloft with one hand as she beat around his nether region with her palm branch.  I could see him swell in her hand.

Matt was on my other side of me looking content and happy as Uma, an obvious Swedish girl, lightly touched his body with the palm after getting it to glow.  

As I lay on my back, Cindra started to rub aloe into my skin, as she extolled the virtues of the emollient formulation created especially for the resort.  I wondered how she'd handle my inflating interest when she started to get near my groin, and I found out when she circumvented the area, ignored my 'five' heading for 'six' and had me turn over so she could do my back and buns.  

After I'd been fully moisturized with the aloe solution, the real massage started.  I heard several of the other men grunt in satisfaction as the fingers of their masseuse dug into deep tissue the same way Cindra dug into my neck and shoulders.  For the next half hour, every exposed muscle or tendon or sliver of sinew available from my back got sought out, pulled out, examined, massaged, and carefully replaced in better than new condition.  I think I fell asleep a couple of times.

"Mr. Wallace, please turn over.  I must do your other side," Cindra commanded in her soft tone.

"Steve.  Call me Steve."  I rolled over, feeling that my back half was so relaxed the term 'mush' came to mind.  Again, Cindra's fingers dug into my body, magically finding places I didn't know about and that, when touched the way she did, yielded tremendous pleasure.

This time, she didn't circumvent my nether region.  The inside of my thighs received careful consideration, and as they did, I felt her hand clench and vibrate around my 'seven' heading for an 'eight' cock.

"Please excuse my automatic reaction to your touch.  You are sexy, and touching my sex.  That's erotic."

Cindra leaned down and stuck her tongue into my ear.  She whispered, "Oh, we haven't even begun sexy and erotic yet."

On that note, I watched as Cindra lost not only the loose top she'd been wearing, but also the short shorts.  Nude Cindra was much better than clothed Cindra.  Now, I headed for a 'nine.'

I watched as Cindra and Uma came together between my table and the one Matt was on.  They sprayed massage oil all over each other and erotically rubbed it into each other's nude bodies.  

The next I knew Cindra had climbed up on my table and spread her body out over mine.  I got a very passionate kiss from her.  "This is a Nuru massage," she whispered between kisses where our tongues dueled ferociously between our faces.  "Do you like it?"

"Ummmmmmm."

Cindra's body squirmed and writhed over mine from neck to toes.  Often, she'd trap my cock between us or between her legs and fake intercourse, obviously to her as well as my satisfaction.  On my other side Elle was also doing the same thing with Dave.

Suddenly, I had Uma atop me as Cindra writhed atop Matt.  Oceanna was atop Dave performing a similar service.  Next, lying on my stomach, I had Oceanna's sexy body pushing her breasts and hips all over my body for a few minutes, and then Elle, and then Shirl was making out with me.  I could feel the subtle pussy hair of each girl as she moved against my skin.

The girls swapped around some more, and then Cindra was back.  She whispered, "Did you like all that pussy so close to your cock.  You seem to be very hard."

 "Steve, this IS a full-service massage."  On that note she raised her lithe body so she straddled my core, hefted herself up, grabbed my cock, and then sank down having my cock deeply penetrate her body.  The velvet feel of her cunt wrapped around my penis almost made me cum, and certainly her motions did after we were seated together.

We kissed and I tuned into the Tantric teachings, allowing a portion of my mind to adopt a meditative posture where I knew I could control my arousal and my ejaculations.  If Cindra was expecting a fast 'wham bam, thank you ma'am' sex session, she was seriously mistaken.  I suspected that the other men in the room were thinking much the same.

We fucked hard for ten minutes; so hard that Cindra started to perspire heavily.  I lapped at the area between her generous breasts, and she tasted good.

Cindra pulled away from me and stood next to our massage table.  She said in a low voice, "You are good, with excellent control.  I've never had a lover last so long with what I was just doing."

I smiled, and then suddenly the Swedish bombshell was straddling me and sinking down on my cock.  She said, "Mr. Groom, I want to see what the bride is going to get later tonight."  After a minute of moaning and panting, she gasped, "Oh, God.  I wish I were going to get this again later tonight.  Maybe later.  You are ... you know exactly how to use what you have."

I heard Sean fire off somewhere away from me, unable to contain his juices as Oceanna worked him over.  She must have also cum, because simultaneous to his loud grunts of satisfaction, she moaned in what could only have been orgasmic joy.

Elle then was on me, her oiled up naked body sliding seductively all over me as she kissed me, and taught me some new ways to use my tongue during a French kiss.  She talked with a slight French accent, and I guessed she was Parisian instead of a native to the Island.

Shirl appeared, but she sucked me into her mouth for a few minutes before mounting me and starting to ride me.  She whispered, "I love to suck cocks after they've been in other pussies.  I love to eat pussy too, but it's more fun to get the juices off a hard one than directly from the source."  She moaned and then muttered, "Oh, Steve, fuck me."  As she left Bastine repeated the action, and then Lulu and Barrie.

Oceanna took a turn on my cock a few minutes later, her sloppy pussy gushing Sean's cum as I fucked her.  I didn't care.  We'd been here before with other women, and even his wife Rita.  I'd never been with a non-white woman before, but Oceanna made the experience a pleasure, and her kisses were no different and just as seductive and arousing.

Cindra came back to me.  She was drippy with someone's cum.  I noticed that now Sean, Matt, and Chip were 'done' for an hour or so.  Just as that thought formed I heard Aidan succumb to Bastine as she rode him as a very rapid clip, driving him to a huge orgasm that made him roar with joy.

Dave and I looked at each other.  He knew I could outlast him.  We'd even had a contest one night when he was fucking Sheila and I was doing his wife Jean – my soon to be mother.  I just waited until he was done, and then I finished up on my own time.

Dave laughed, and shot his load up into Elle as she rode his body and rubbed her oiled tits and erect nipples over his masculine chest.  He arched up off the table so far, I think Elle worried about toppling off of him.

Cindra whispered, "You win, Mr. Steve.  You can cum inside me whenever you are ready.  I am totally yours."

I didn't cum right away.  Instead, I brought Cindra to one orgasm after another, adding my fingers to her cunt and ass to excite and stroke her to new highs.  The highs I delivered turned out to be better than anything she'd experienced; at least, that's what she pledged to me when I finally filled her love cavity with enough semen to float a small navy.  I gushed up into her ripe body, as a new wave of pleasure washed over her.  She fell into my arms and we kissed some more.

After some time spent enjoying the afterglows of all of our fucks, each naked woman gave her man a more complete massage and, to cap it off, a blowjob that proved she had exceptional oral skills.

As a group we were escorted to a sauna, where the girls joined us, and encouraged us to paw and fondle them as we sat in the heat.  Once out of the sauna, we entered a slightly chilled whirlpool, and then were wrapped in large natural leaves and left to nap for twenty minutes.

When we were through, we had a very light meal served by the naked women.  We were encouraged to now dress for the upcoming wedding.  I'd lost complete sense of time, but as we were passed our wedding clothes I asked and found out it was three-twenty.  The wedding was in forty minutes.

The women had left our wedding clothes with the masseuses, as well as the instructions to prepare us for the wedding.  We showered communally with the women, erotically fondled, and then dressed.

The men's outfits, including my own, consisted of a black speedo bathing suit, a white collar with a black tie attached, white cuffs with sparkling cuff links, and a careful rub down of the remaining exposed body parts with high SPF body lotion.

As we stood around, we all felt spectacular.  We'd had a super-relaxing early afternoon, got fucked by new partners in glorious fashion, and now had been dressed by our sexy valets and made ready for the wedding.  As we stood, the other men in the ceremony paraded into the room and joined us.  

I heard Lyle swear under his breath, "Shit man, all we did was play golf.  You had these women?"

I grinned.

"Cindra hovered near me to attend to my needs told him, "Oh, you haven't seen the last of us.  We are helping with the wedding and reception in several ways ... it's a surprise, but you'll see."

We stood and chatted.  Eventually Bowman arrived.  He was similarly dressed, except for an ecclesiastical robe defining his role as the minister who would marry Fran and me.  We chatted, and he thanked me for having the wedding at the resort, choosing him as the minister, and then allowing him to party with some of the attendees the previous night.  He'd also been invited to the party after, and I could hear in his voice that he was eager to attend.





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"I do."

"Fran will you state your vows to Steve."

"Steve, I love you and have from the day we met. You are my best friend, lover, wise teacher, confidant, personal comedian, and a source of great inspiration.  You have caused me to find and feel the deepest depths of my heart and soul, and your loving support has helped me find new strength and wisdom. Today, I, Fran Henson, give myself to you in marriage.  I vow to appreciate you, respect you, trust you, take care of you, and to love you unconditionally.  I vow to treat you with kindness, dignity, selflessness, patience, and understanding regardless of any challenges we may face.  And I vow to continue to do the personal growth and spiritual work that is needed to maintain a healthy, harmonious, joyful, and fulfilling partnership that will last for as long as we both shall live.

Bowman said to Fran, "Do you Fran Henson take Steven Wallace to be your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, in all conditions good and bad, for as long as you both shall live."

"I do."

Everyone around us near the altar, those seated watching us wed, and a cluster of other people staying at the resort who had gathered off to the side, broke into cheers and yells of congratulations and happiness.

My brother and Sheila stepped forward and read a poem by Wilferd Peterson called 'The Art of Marriage.' 

Bowman stepped in and asked my brother to step forward with the rings.  Doug moved next to us and gave me a happy wink.

"Steve, what words go with the ring you give to Fran."

I spoke clearly, "I give you this ring as a sign that I choose you to be my lover, my partner,
 and my best friend, today, tomorrow, and always."  I took the ring from Doug and slipped it onto Fran's ring finger.

Bowman nodded to Fran, and she took the other ring from Doug.

Fran said, "I give this ring
 as a symbol of my promise to always love you, cherish you, honor you, and respect you."

There were more cheers.

At that point the wedding party started to shuffle around and rearrange.  Fran moved to my side, and the bridesmaids moved to face us.  From the audience Kristen, Rita, Gale (looking very pregnant), Nancy (also pregnant), Pam, Brenda, Sheri, and Marge came forward and joined the group.

Bowman said to the rest of the audience, "Steven Wallace will now expand his pledge of love."

I spoke to the assemblage of women, "Today, on this important day in my life, I also choose to express my love, passion, and joy to each of you for being in my life, and I hope for staying in my life from this point forward.  I would marry all of you if I could, and my love, and that of my new wife, expands to include all of you, because we each believe that the more we love the more love there is.  So in my joy and happiness today, I also pledge my love to each of you.  I will care for you in mind, body, and spirit, as much as is humanly possible."

Next to me, Fran spoke up, "I add my pledge of love and support to each of you as well."

Bowman turned to the group of women, "Do you accept and promise to return the love expressed by Steven and Fran to you in equal or greater measure."

In unison, the female voices said, "We do."

Fran and I turned, as the men Fran had selected shuffled into a cluster.  She spoke clearly as well, her strong voice almost echoing over those assembled, "I love each you.  You have been kind and loving to me, cared for me in many ways, and signaled your love to me in mind, body, and spirit.  From this point on, I want my love and happiness to include each of you as well as my new husband.  My pledge today, as Steve did for the women, expands to include you as well.  I love you all."

I spoke at that point to the men, "I join my wife in her love for you and in having you in our extended and intentional family."

Bowman turned to the men, "Do you accept and promise to return the love expressed by Fran and Steven to you in equal or greater measure."

In unison, the male voices said, "We do."

Bowman turned to Fran and me, and gestured for the audience to rise.  "On this day of joy and love, and by the power invested in me by the government of this Island and of France, I now pronounce you man and wife.  Please enjoy your first kiss as a married couple, and may you enjoy all the blessings of the world in your union and the deep friendships you have pledged here today."

I kissed Fran and then we each turned and began kissing the friends to whom we had pledged our love.  Sheila and Ally caught me first, then Jean, Jane, Ivy, René, and Loren, who had tears streaming down her face I had to kiss away.  Pam flowed into my arms, and then Brenda.  Zoey and Kristen found me and we kissed.  Loren blubbered, "Oh, I'll love you and Fran forever.  I feel so married to you.  I'm so happy."

Jean found me again and our kiss was anything but distant relative or mother; I even felt some tongue from her.  She laughed as we pulled apart and whispered, "Please make love to me later."  Rita came next, and then Marge.

Zoey caught my attention, "I want to make love to you later, but I've got to tell you that ... well, I really feel married to you now.  I thought this would feel just a little tacky, but this has been beautiful, and ... Oh, God, I love you so."  She dissolved into tears for the first time in my presence, and kissed me really hard in a huge long hug.

Behind me, Fran had been kissing each of the men she'd pledged.  I knew we'd all be sharing our love physically with each other soon, but now there was a party to attend.

Gradually, I became aware that the rest of those attending were in our midst, congratulating and kissing us.  I saw Fran go to my parents and hug and kiss each of them.  I chuckled as I watched my father's eyes lock onto Fran's breasts and svelte form as she came to him, and then onto her ass as Fran turned to kiss my mother.  Maybe we'd loosen them up after all; they both seemed very happy with the events.  I moved to them after Fran had moved on to some of the other friends who had come, and after that we got swallowed up in a crowd of people that even included some of the other resort guests who had watched the wedding from the perimeter.


To be continued

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Seconds later we were in the pool, and a few minutes later, Doug and I each had a brew, and Fran and Sheri had drinks with little umbrellas in them. 





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The whole room broke into a din of conversation and speculation, even suggesting names for the various babies that we knew little about because they'd only been discovered over the past few days. My 'wives' got pulled away from me at that point and it took me over an hour to connect with each one and find out how they were sure it was me (duh!), and how they discovered they were in a family way (also duh!).

I tried to think back to the night when they must have conceived. Fran told me they all had the same due date, and that implied the same date of conception. We continued to be so in love and have sex so often, I could not isolate any special date that I did make love to all three because it happened so frequently.

I had three expectant moms in my bed that night, and I made love to each of them. I didn't get much sleep although they slept soundly. Instead, I lay awake holding Fran and Zoey's naked bodies against my own, and thought about what I'd be like as a daddy and how our lives would change over the coming months. I had a pulse of excitement inside me that felt like a large jolt of adrenalin - the good kind that leaves you feeling warm and wonderful and loved like nothing else in the world.

Somewhere in the darkness of the night, I remember thinking I must have lived in hell in some other life, because I now lived in a heaven on earth in this life. 

The End ... or is it a new beginning?

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I started to rise in response to the cries. I wanted to go and sooth my girlfriend, to make her feel better, to be her source of love and peace, not discord and angst.

Dave put his hand on my arm. "Steve. Sit down. Right now is not the time to be a gallant knight in that room." He'd read my mood perfectly.

I said with sadness and a choked up voice, "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear her cry, and this is all on me. I wish I could do something to make it better for her. Should I leave? Would it be better if I vanished?"

I heard Fran's voice screaming some epithet at her sister, but resisted responding to that too. I felt bad because I had triggered off this sibling rivalry, and I was the pivot point for all the animosity the sisters now felt about each other and about me. What a rotten triangle I'd inadvertently created.

I shook my head and kept repeating things like, "I'm so sorry I created this situation. I had no idea ... they don't look alike. Heck, their last names are different too."

Dave explained, "They came with Jean and me from prior marriages. Allison is the child Jean and I had together. We never bothered to change the kids last names, maybe we should have, to avoid situations like tonight."

I looked at Dave, and asked, "What do you think I should do?"

Dave stood and stretched. I could see his thoughtful approach to the situation. He said, "I think you should stay here, for now. Let me see what's going on with the women. I'll be back. Fix yourself another drink ... and drink it." He left the room and headed for the kitchen.

I sat and tried to think logically about the crazy situation. I had another Jack Daniels.

After five minutes or so, Dave came back in the den. He studied me a moment and asked, "What would you have done if Sheila hadn't been here tonight?"

I blanched at the question, and truthfully answered, "I guess enjoyed a nice dinner with you, Jean, and Alison, and then headed back to the city."

Dave squinted at me and said, "And what would have happened next Tuesday night?"

I saw the direction of his questions; at least I thought I did. 

"I would have driven Sheila out here to have dinner with you both." I paused and tried to visualize what arriving at the same house with the same set of parents would be like. "I would have gone into panic mode when I realized I was back at the same house. I think things would have started to unravel pretty quickly after that. I might have confessed to Sheila in the driveway, or perhaps after we got inside, that I'd been at the house with Fran three nights earlier."

Dave saw what I'd just figured out, "So the situation would have come about one way or the other?"

"I don't see how it couldn't. Sooner or later I would have figured out the relationship and connection of both of them. Tonight. Next Tuesday. A week later. It would have been inevitable."

Dave paced in front of his mahogany desk, "And how would you have hoped things would have resolved?"

I gave a thoughtful response, "Well, things would then be out in the open, as they are now. I wouldn't have kept my secret from them. I would still want to date both Sheila and Fran. I like them a lot, and I mean they both make my heart beat fast, make me want to be their protector and white knight, and I see a long-term relationship forming with each. Beyond that, I'm not sure what to say other than I really like each of them a lot."

Dave thought for another minute. I could tell he was also attuned to noises from the kitchen side of the house. Finally, he said, "Come and let's face this situation head on. There's no other way, except for you to leave, and I don't think you or my daughters want that."

Dave's statement warmed my heart slightly, however, I still wasn't sure how things would turn out that night. The only alternative to leaving I could see was what the Japanese call 'seppuku' - a samurai ritual where one died with honor by falling on one's own sword. I wondered if a kitchen knife would do.

Dave led me to the kitchen. The four women in the kitchen looked like an inquisition. They were quiet, however, both Fran and Sheila had knotted pieces of Kleenex in their hands, obviously wet from their tears.

Jean smiled at me, a move that helped me overcome some of my fear. I read into that displayed emotion some hope that things might turn out on the positive side in some way. I also observed that no one had a weapon. 

Dave held sway again. "Ladies, Steve and I agree that the situation that materialized here tonight was inevitable; if not tonight, then next Tuesday, or sometime soon thereafter when the pieces came together. Steve indicated he would have honestly faced things with each of you then, as he is prepared to do tonight."

I nodded in agreement, and looked cautiously at Fran and Sheila. I noted they were sitting next to each other, but their body language had them miles apart. Sheila was turned towards her mother, and Fran towards Allison.

Dave continued, "Steve, say again your answer to my question about how you would hope things would end tonight."

Instead of continuing to stand, I pulled the last vacant chair from the kitchen table and sat so I could be opposite Sheila and Fran, and look them in the eyes. As I did that I started my appeal, "I like both of you - a lot. I told your Dad earlier that I couldn't choose between you - I don't want to because I like you both. You each make my heart beat faster in romantic ways. It's not that you're the same; to the contrary, you are both such different people, yet you both complement me in some unique way when I am with you."

I could see Sheila start to soften. I went on, "I can't say whom I would choose in the future, but I can say that for now I want to continue our relationships and the way things have been progressing in our friendships and romances. I'd hate for that to end with either of you, but I understand if after tonight either or both of you never want to see me again. I just hope that won't be the case. You must understand how sorry I am that this happened, and that I brought each of you pain. I care about each of you, and I would never want to bring sorrow to either of you."

I noticed Fran give a shake of her head to indicate that she did want to continue. Sheila then joined in. They both continued to look severe and tight-lipped.

I made a large leap in my thinking and in what one idea for resolution might be. "Maybe from here on out, we date as a threesome - at least part of the time. Other times, maybe it's just two of us - me with one of you. Maybe the activity of the date determines that. Fran you like sports and going to games, whereas Sheila you prefer intellectual lectures or music. I like all of those, so I take one to one kind of event, and the other to other kinds of events. For a trip to beach, maybe we all go."

Jean had moved to the kitchen range to stir a pot of some kind. Afterwards, she stood with her husband leaning against the counter off to my left. I could see them both nodding in agreement with some of my logic and suggestions. I think the sisters saw that too.

I went on, "We now have an open relationship. If something is going to happen, we shouldn't hide it from the other, otherwise you'll lose trust in each other and in my relationship with you, and I don't want that to happen. I feel that I didn't hide anything from either of you. I didn't broadcast that I had other dates, but I hinted at it when one or the other of you wanted to do something on another night when I'd already booked a date."

To my surprise Allison interjected, "What happens in your dating scheme when something unplanned occurs, or when some of your plans fall apart?"

I nodded at her to thank her for raising the point. "We aren't going to be perfect at this. We're going to need to be tolerant of our mistakes in this arrangement. I promise you that I will not be doing anything out of hurt, malice or anger at either of you; anything I try to do will be done from a position of ... caring for each of you. I'm not perfect, and my actions won't be."

Fran said in a soft voice, "I'm not perfect either. I hope you two can be tolerant of my errors, and often my selfish nature. I can be petty and narcissistic at times."

Sheila weakly said, "Me too."

I smiled slightly feeling there might be hope for a future life. "I want you to know that I am not on an ego trip trying to date the two of you. I'll want you to beat that out of me from time to time if I start to behave that way. We need help to find a path that can make all of us happy with what is emerging from this crazy situation."

A buzzer went off on the kitchen range.

Jean announced, "Well, that sound means dinner is ready. It seems like we're all talking constructively, and that things are headed in a positive direction. What say we eat?"

* * * * *

I drove Fran and Sheila back to the city after a long dinner. Sheila had apparently taken the train to Dillon from the city earlier in the afternoon. The table conversation gradually became lighter as the night went on, until we were all laughing and comfortably poking fun at each other in some ways.

I was on guard and on my best behavior with Sheila and Fran, and of course with Dave, Jean, and Allison. I bonded with the rest of my dates' family, and I think I left a good impression, despite the very awkward start to the evening.

As I turned off the Interstate for the last part of the journey into the neighborhood where the three of us had separate apartments, Fran, who was sitting in the back seat asked, "Steve, how were you hoping tonight would end?"

"What a question to ask a guy? How do you think I'd want it to end with someone as nice as you?"

She said, "You say it."

I muttered two words in embarrassment, "Home plate." I wondered if she'd understand the sports analogy to our romantic entanglement.

Fran said, "So you would have wanted me to stay overnight with you?"

I nodded, and for emphasis said tentatively, "Honestly, yes ... but, I wouldn't push that now, and I certainly wouldn't ask you to do anything that you didn't think was right or that you didn't want to do. I would hope you'd want the intimacy as much as I did. I need to think about your sister too; we can't operate independently of her can we?"

Sheila had turned sideways in her seat so she could see the two of us in this discussion. Not to be denied, she said, "And what about our Tuesday night date? How would you have hoped that would end?"

I sighed and hoped I again wasn't sinking myself with the sisters. "The same way I just described to Fran. We've had a comfortable progression of intimacy and flirting with each other, so sometime soon, if not Tuesday, or next week or the week after, I would hope, we can enjoy the ultimate in mutual connection - again taking into account that there are three of us in this relationship."

Sheila and Fran exchanged some kind of nonverbal communication. I caught a few hand gestures partly behind my back by each of them but didn't see enough to interpret them.

As I made the last turn onto Fran's street and came to a stop in front of her apartment building, she said, "Don't stop here. We're all going to your apartment - all three of us." Fran leaned over from the back seat and kissed me. She said, "I should have said something earlier, but we know you're a good guy, and your heart is in the right place about the two of us."

I mumbled something in reply about caring for her and her whole family.

Sheila leaned over to me and also kissed my cheek. "I agree with my sister. I'm sorry for reacting the way I did. I created some false fantasy about you and me, and when you showed up with Fran it blew everything apart. I'm OK now, especially since you were dating Fran and not someone else."

"I'm sorry, but I guess I've already said that a hundred times tonight."

Sheila said, "Don't be. I liked my fantasies ... and maybe they'll still come true some day, maybe even one or two of them tonight."

Fran said, "We talked at the house, and we also talked tonight without mom around. We have ... errr ... a proposition for you."

I sensed some monumental decisions were about to drop in my lap before I even reached the corner to head back to my apartment.

Sheila continued Fran's train of thought; "We'd like to be with you tonight - the two of us."

After a suitable silence, I said, "You're kidding right. You're tormenting me for having dated the two of you - sisters - by accident." Even as I said it, I heard the sincerity in their voices, and it made me wonder.

Fran amplified, "Nope, we mean it. We want to prove it. We'll stay overnight ... with you ... in your bed ... the two of us."

"Whoa! Are you sure?" I think my head spun around on my shoulders a half dozen times like the crazy girl in The Exorcist as I looked between the two sisters. Had they just mutually agreed to come to my apartment and to my bed for a night of sex? Did I dare think that far into the rest of the evening? Maybe instead of sex they planned to castrate me.

I scolded myself for being presumptuous. I thought that more likely they wanted to talk about the crazy arrangement we seemed to be forming between the three of us. I vowed to remain realistic in my expectations and subdue the 'horny man' that I knew lived inside of me all the time.

Sheila removed my doubts in a husky tone, "We've both dated you for months. We more than like you, and we want to spend all our time with you. We think we can stand each other, and further we think we can get over the hurdle of sharing the same guy - you. We've both wanted to make love with you ... and, well, tonight's the night."

I said in disbelief, "So we're having a threesome?"

Fran said softly, "Yes."

I blurted out, "But that's OK with both of you?"

Sheila laughed, "Probably. Only time will tell, but we want to try. For the near future, you've got two 'hot' women who like you and want to be with you ... and be in your bed. We're every guy's wildest wet dream."

I couldn't believe this was happening, but both women assured me they were sincere. I was speechless. Given the mood swings of the past couple of hours, I couldn't believe what was happening in my life. I started to memorize every word and even the locations where the conversations took place.

Sheila made a request. "Stop by my place so I can run in for five minutes and get a few things until tomorrow. You know, girlie stuff. Maybe I'll even bring along a sexy nightie." She turned back to Fran, "You want anything special."

Fran said, "Good idea. You decide, but I won't need a nightie because I don't plan on wearing much of anything after we get in Steve's bedroom." She laughed at her last statement.

* * * * *

After finding a parking space a block from my apartment, the three of us walked. I asked, "Why didn't the two of you share an apartment?"

Fran held my hand, "At the time I was looking, Sheila had a steady boyfriend who spent a lot of time at her place. As you've seen, neither of us has much room, so I decided to not impinge on her situation. Of course, right after I moved in, she broke up with the guy."

I understood the situation. I had a one-bedroom partly furnished apartment that faced one of the city's parks. I'd added a few pieces of furniture, but otherwise, I think most of the furnishings came from IKEA. At least things were neat, and the place had a modern look to it.

Once we got inside, I offered drinks to the two of them. Ultimately, I made hot tea for three. The two of them sat on the sofa. As I puttered in the kitchen I could hear some rapid whispering between the two of them. I felt like a mouse paralyzed between two hungry cats. The bile of fear rose in my gut as it had since I realized the two were sisters, and now I had the extra bite that something greater than I could imagine was about to happen.

When I went to serve, the girls separated and motioned for me to sit between them. I did with some caution about what would follow.

After an awkward silence, Sheila said, "Tomorrow is Sunday, and you and I were going to drive up the coast a bit and prowl for antiques and just be together. What do you propose now that this new situation is upon us?"

I felt put on the spot. "Well, I suggest that Fran join us, and we learn how to have this funny kind of date together. After our threesome date we should then critique what each of us felt when we get home at the end of the day."

Fran smiled and said, "Ooooh, I like your idea of critiquing our dates. More than that, I like the broader idea of open communication before and after we get together. Something like that'll keep all our expectations in check."

Sheila nodded in agreement as she sipped the tea from the mug I'd given her. After she put her cup down she asked, "What if I want to kiss you or make out with you while we're on a triple date - like right now?"

She had me squirming on that question. "Well, if we've agreed that that behavior is acceptable with the third person - your sister - then I guess it would be all right, but the reverse situation might happen too."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if Sheila and I make out for a while somewhere, maybe Fran and I do too only a couple of minutes later, or maybe immediately afterward."

Fran asked, "And what if you and I get really into it like we were on Wednesday when we were naked you were suckling my breasts, fingering me, giving me head, and we brought each other off? By the way, I really enjoyed myself."

I looked at Sheila to see how she took the news about her sister and my behavior three nights earlier. She didn't seem at all upset, maybe because we'd been in the same situation the evening before I did what I did with Fran.

I said, "Well, the same rules apply. Reciprocity, or maybe we negotiate something if that kind of behavior is embarrassing to the one of you not participating." I could feel the sweat breaking out on my forehead. I'd never talked about sex so openly with one person while another participated in the discussion.

Sheila said, "What if there was someone else - another girl with us?"

I spoke cautiously, "Same rules probably, but definitely some up front negotiation or agreement about behavior. Same thing if one of you wanted to bring a guy into our mix in some way."

Sheila and Fran nodded in agreement. I could see that I'd anticipated their next question.

I had just set my mug back on the coffee table when Sheila pulled me into a kiss. I turned towards her so I could embrace her better. The kiss turned into a significant French kiss where our tongues dueled in the open air between our faces when we weren't smashing our lips together. The kiss was so hot I checked for fire around us when we broke apart.

I think I gasped out an almost silent 'Wow' as I adjust my position again.

I'd barely gotten my head into that kiss when Fran turned my body and repeated the kiss with me with the same results. This time I thought the nails in my shoes might have melted from the heat of the kiss.

I sat back and Sheila again engaged me, this time taking one of my hands and placing it atop one of her covered breasts. She whispered to me, "Take my top off. Make love to my tits like you did a few nights ago."

I wasn't too sure about where things were going, but after glancing at Fran I did Sheila's bidding, casting aside her colored top and then her bra as I bared her chest. I then moved in and sucked on each of her luscious breasts bringing the nipples to a high state of readiness. Sheila moaned in happiness as she cradled my head near her chest.

I kept checking beside me to see if Fran was about to kill me or not. At this point I wasn't sure I should turn my back on either one of them. Maybe they were in collusion to do me in. Fran just nodded encouragingly in my direction, as though I should keep doing what I'd been doing to her sister. I did, until Sheila starting panting with sexual excitement. Eventually, Sheila pulled me up into another kiss, and then whispered to me, "Do Fran. Take her top off too. Make love to her tits."




Sisters, Friends, and Lovers



I turned to Fran, knowing she had watched the sexual activities I had just done with her sister. She held her arms out and we embraced. I tentatively pawed at her breasts and felt her nod affirmatively in the ongoing kiss. Thus, I pulled her top off followed by the removal of her lacy bra.

I immediately tried to bring Fran the same kind of excitement I'd been delivering to her sister only moments earlier. I must have been doing something right, because she started to writhe and moan next to me on the sofa.

As I ministered to Fran, I felt hands from behind me start to unbutton the dress shirt I'd worn to our dinner. Sheila helped me shrug off the shirt so that all three of us were topless. Sheila rubbed her rock hard nipples against my bare back, and I could feel myself harden more in my slacks.

When I turned back to Sheila I realized she had shed her skirt and wore only a small sexy white thong. I knew that beneath the thong she'd had a Brazilian wax job and was ultra smooth. I'd explored that territory only a few days earlier and found the landscape tantalizing and hard to resist.

I pulled Sheila to me and kissed her, running my hands across her bare stomach and chest, pausing again at her nipples. In the midst of one particularly passionate kiss, I allowed my hand to drift southward along her body until my fingers touched to top edge on the front of her thong.

Sheila thrust her hips up at me in obvious invitation to explore further, and so I did. I ran my fingers under the edge of the material all around the small loincloth of material that did little to hide her nether region. Sheila kept sighing and moving her hips towards me.

As this was going on, Fran had taken it upon herself to remove my slacks, at first undoing the belt and fly, and then nudging me until I raised my hips for a moment so she could slide them off my hips and down my legs. My briefs went with them. Somehow I'd ended up the first one naked in this threesome.

I turned to Fran and she had gotten naked too. She smiled at me and said, "I thought I'd skip a step. You don't mind do you?" I shook my head, and then leaned in and started to make out with her.

Four hands fondled my manhood and sack, pulling, stroking, encircling, rubbing, and kneading me to a state of hardness akin to tungsten steel - a 'ten' on my ten-point hardness scale. As I got tended to, I took turns fingering each of the women, taking them higher and higher up the 'I'm-nearly-there' scale towards orgasms. 

Just after I'd wondered where we would go from here, Fran took my entire shaft into her mouth and throat, proving her talent by giving me the best blowjob of my life. When she pulled off of me, Sheila leaned over and duplicated the feat.

Somehow we maneuvered to my bedroom and bed. When I was on my back, Sheila straddled my mid-section and knee-walked up until her cleft was directly over my mouth. I knew what she wanted, and so I started to eat her pussy with great delight. As I did, Fran reestablished my firmness with more of her mouth work.

As I licked and savored Sheila's sexual juices, I felt some movement below my middle. Seconds later, I felt my cock being massaged by Fran's pussy lips as she rubbed herself atop my cock. She rose up, grabbed ahold of me, aimed me for ground zero, and then slowly sank down until we were firmly and delightfully coupled with my cock deep inside her. I thought, 'Holy shit, I got a home run - two of 'em, back to back.'

I groaned as our coupling occurred. I was simultaneously fucking two women: one with my tongue and one with my cock. This night would be a peak experience the rest of my life. I kept taking mental photographs that incorporated not only the visual images, but also the touches, taste sensations, and aromas of the minute. I guessed that this was a one-time event that would never be repeated and I wanted to remember every nuance for the rest of my life.

I felt my own impinging orgasm, but before I'd gone over the top, Fran dismounted. Sheila rolled away from my head and the two sisters both came and kissed me repeatedly. Fran asked with a humorous tone, "Were you about to blow your load into my tight little pussy?"

I nodded.

"Well, I hope you will later, but right now my sister and I are going to change places. You get to fuck both of us tonight; isn't that what you wanted? You've given her about six nice climaxes in the past ten minutes, and I want some of that too. She wants your cock where it will do the most good, and if you happen to fill up her tight little cunt with your cum, I'll get you on the next round."

With that Sheila straddled my body, and pressed down until we were coupled and the head of my cock pressed deep inside her warm body. We started to rock together as Fran mounted my head so I could dine on her luxurious pussy. As I did, I again found amazement in the fact that I was having sex with two women, and sisters to boot. Sheila's pussy was irresistible, and I had to use every ounce of willpower not to blast off instantly into her pussy.

The three of us changed positions several times until I could no longer fight the sexy scene in my bedroom, and I blasted a gallon of pent up cum into Sheila's pussy. After our kisses were done and I parted from Sheila, Fran was on her immediately, sucking my cum as it leaked from Sheila's beautiful cunt as she lay beside me. The sapphic display surprised me, particularly when neither of them made much ado about the contact; they'd obviously done this before in some way. I wondered if I really wanted to know the details.

Further to my surprise, Fran turned and grabbed my head with both hands, and French kissed me, forcing some of my own juice - mixed with Sheila's girl juice and her own saliva, into my mouth. I resisted the urge to gag, because at that instant I'd thought about what kind of karma I'd already created that evening when the two sisters found out about each other, and I figured they'd kill me. Swallowing some of my own cum seemed better than dying.

After a brief rest, we had round two, and I finished with Fran, sharing simultaneous climaxes with her. 

We crashed in my bed and were asleep cuddled together shortly thereafter.

To be continued

A note about the future. This story will have many chapters (perhaps 30). I will try to get them posted so they're only a day or so apart but that won't always be possible due to my travels, so please bear with me. At most it'll be a week in between chapters. I hope you enjoy and vote. SW."