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Jake, Suz, Michele and a Decision

By: jakebarnes06



This story is the seventh of a series that stands at seven stories. The series began with A Knee, A Rub, A Beer and A Babe, and continued with similarly titled stories.

Jake entered his favorite pub one Friday evening and met the gorgeous, red-haired Suz. They clicked and Suz gave Jake a pleasant surprise at the far end of a slightly darkened bar. As Jake and Suz were about leave for more advanced activities at Jake's home, Suz's incredible, dark-haired, and longtime lover, Michele, the bartender, asked to join them. How could Jake and Suz possibly turn her down? After a late evening romp, the trio fell asleep in their own little mouth-to-groin triangle. 

Later, during the wee hours of Saturday morning, long before the sun poked its bright orange face above the horizon, Michele awakened and seduced Jake. Michele might have dropped the "L" word during their encounter. 

Still later that morning, during another three-way romp-in-the-hay, Suz and Michele revealed to Jake that although they viewed themselves as lesbians, they were seeking a "mate" to join them on their "journey through life." Jake, of course, wondered if they'd chosen him, but the women were a bit cryptic on that point.

There's more sex and more talk Saturday afternoon and evening, including dinner with one of Suz's clients who turns out to be a long-time friend, and a once-upon-a-time lover, of Jake's. Throughout it all, Jake, Suz and Michele discover they really do like each other. Independently they wonder about the future.

This seventh story begins Sunday morning. Jake awakens and finds the women gone, but...

I offer both public tribute and my deepest appreciation to adetaildiva for her invaluable assistance as a volunteer editor. She's fixed my grammar, placed my commas, answered my many, silly questions, suggested words and thoughts here and there, and generally "rattled" [her word] at me when I was completely off base.

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Oh no, where are they?

That singular thought flew through my brain only seconds before my alarm buzzed me into full awareness of my surroundings. My bed was empty, except for a small silver thong placed on the far left pillow. I chuckled to myself and called downstairs, but received no response. I climbed out of bed, wandered to the bathroom window, the one overlooking my driveway, and peered out, but saw no cars. The lightly tanned, wild-red-haired woman and the dark complected, long-dark-haired woman were gone, vanished to parts unknown.

I quickly did my early morning business, then pulled on skivvies, compression shorts, tennis shorts, a tee-shirt, socks, and tennis shoes, before wandering downstairs and into the kitchen. 

The half-full coffee pot's bright red eye told me two things: the coffee was hot, and the women vacated my home less than an hour ago. I filled an unused cup left next to the pot. As my brain registered its first hit of morning caffeine, I picked up an envelope left next to the cup. I walked around the kitchen's island to the table on the far side. Someone had taken the time to lay out a blue cloth place mat, a white plate on which was centered a leftover cinnamon raisin bagel, a small tub of apple cinnamon cream cheese, and a butter knife. A newspaper was refolded and laid on the table next to the place mat.

I sat and pulled the envelope to my nose. No doubt about it, Michele. I'd know that strong womanly scent anywhere.

I used the knife to slit the envelope's seal and pulled out two pages of my personal, bright-white letterhead. My fingers drew the paper across my nostrils. My nose detected the clear and lighter fragrance of Suz.

I opened the letter with great curiosity, and read.

"Jake:

"We remembered that you're playing tennis this morning, so we decided to leave you to your games while we took our own leave and returned to Michele's home. Beat up those old men with whom you play and if any of them give you any guff about your inexplicable hair loss down there, you have our permission to dangle Michele's silver thong under their sad noses. We trust you found it on her pillow. 

"Normally, I'd be leaving for Chicago sometime this afternoon or evening, but as fortune has it, I have an appointment in Grand Rapids tomorrow morning, so I'll be spending the night with Michele. I'll drive to GR in the morning and fly back to Chicago after my appointment. I'll be in Chicago all week and then back here next weekend.

"Michele says she's cooking tonight and that you're invited, say five-ish. Bring nothing, Jake, and I do mean nothing: no wine, no food, no dessert, no flowers and no candy. But, our dear man, please bring yourself. Michele will send the address, directions and other important data to the email address above. 

"Friday evening and all day and all night yesterday were incredible for us, Jake. We hope they were for you as well.

"We didn't know you knew Anna before our conversation yesterday. We each shed a tear last night when she told us to be nice for you. She must think you're special as do we.

"Can you handle us, Jake? We'd like to talk some more.

"Suz

"Yeah, Jake. What she said. 

"Michele"

And now I'm supposed to play tennis? I grinned to myself. Well, what else am I going to between now and 5-ish?

I gulped the coffee, went back upstairs, threw a post shower change of clothes into my racquet bag, and left, taking the bagel with me for the road. Tennis lasted until noon. Upstairs with the guys in the lounge with more coffee and some talk lasted another hour. A steam and a shower took another half hour. I was dried, dressed, shaved and back home just in time to catch the second half of Detroit's football Lions again snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.

I re-read Suz's letter, several times. I opened Michele's email, noting the names, addresses, phone numbers, birthdays and other important stuff she'd included. I entered it all in my computer and transferred it to my cell. 

I decided I needed to put both our talk yesterday and this note into perspective.

What did I know about these two women that was important? They were in love with each other. I was certain of that. They thought of themselves as lesbians. I was certain of that. They missed a man in their lives. That's what they claimed anyway. 

Well, if a man joins them, many within the lesbian community are likely to reject them as lesbians anyway. They'd be branded as bi. They must know that. So what they're doing carries risk for them. Risk shows importance.

What do they miss about a man: Sex? Some sort of comfort? A different view of life? All of those? Maybe I need to ask them some "why" questions.

What of the four "Ls?" I "like" the women; I'm in strong "lust" with them, but what of our "lifestyles" and could I actually fall in "love" with them? Of course, the little head says "yes," but the larger head is preaching caution. Besides, what am I even doing thinking about being monogamous with an entity called "them?"

Sometimes they like to lead in our sexual activities, but sometimes they like me to take the reins. They must have consented to my having one-on-one sex with each of them because they'd each arranged to be alone with me. They'd apparently been pleased with our three-way activities. I could enjoy those rules.

They'd called it all "a journey." They'd said they didn't know where it would lead. They'd each cited sensual based initial motivations for wanting me, but then they'd shed a tear over Anna's words from yesterday evening. Anna wouldn't have spoken to them that way if she didn't like them and if she likes them, they must be good people.

My life's pretty comfortable right now. Living alone has its advantages. I suppose I've become selfish. I can pursue tennis and golf whenever I want. I can play my internet games anytime, day or night. On the other hand, there's no one to be selfish from. All of that would be different; I'd have others to consider. In exchange, I'd get way more sex than I ever dreamed of, but more importantly, I'd get their company and their companionship. Sometimes alone is lonely. 

They're interesting and bright, not to mention attractive, but would they fit in with me socially. What would my friends and acquaintances think when I show up with two women? I might lose a few, but those probably aren't particularly important in my life anyway. I suppose my potential losses are no different than theirs.

Would I fit with them socially? Last night was great, but I knew one of their friends both longer and better than they did. How would it be when I knew no one? I wonder what they even like to do socially. All we did this weekend was sex and dinner last night.

There'd be more conversation. There'd be someone to hold. There'd be someone to wake up with in the morning. All of that would be nice.

We all could manage living here. There're two bedrooms in the basement and it's a walkout, so it's pretty nice down there. We could convert those bedrooms to offices, or whatever space they want. We could move in whatever of their furniture as they needed and store any extra of either theirs or mine.

It seems like lifestyle, could work out. What about the last "L", love? They're already in love with each other. Could they include me? Could I fall in love with them? It's been a long time since I've even been tempted toward love. Maybe I've finally found the opportunity. Don't blow it by being self-centered and narrow-minded, Jake.

I felt better. I knew I was leaning to the "yes" side of the equation. Their note sounded like they wanted to do it. I knew I wouldn't find out until tonight. I also knew that if they wanted me, I could make a decision. 

Their note said not to bring anything. That's not happening. I know exactly what to bring.

I wandered to the living area and spied what I needed: my old, twelve inch tall, green vase, the one I filled with fresh flowers yesterday. I immediately called my florist, hoping they were open on Sunday. I got lucky when Jackie, the owner, picked up. She was surprised to hear from me since she knew I'd been in the day before. I told her something which potentially could be good was about to happen, and I needed happy flowers. I could hear her smile over the phone line. She knew my vase well, having sold it to me fifteen years earlier, on the day I was divorced. Jackie had filled it weekly ever since. She'd know exactly what to put in it. A man should not be without fresh flowers in his own home.

I focused on the vase. At first, it had symbolized my beginning a new life. Over time that changed and it now reminds me of the beauty of life.

I didn't know what was going to become of Suz and Michele, but I did know that whether or not I returned home later this evening, the vase was remaining with Michele. Sometimes life's road is easy and man's brain should not get in the way.

It was time to leave.

I threw a hopeful suit, shirt, tie, business shoes and a small bag into the Jeep. At five-ish I rang Michele's bell, clothing, bag, and the green vase filled with flowers in hand. Suz answered, fully clothed in jeans and a sweatshirt. She smiled at the flowers, gave me a peck on the cheek, took the flowers, and yelled, "Hey you randy little cunt, he's already disobeying us. Come here and see what Jake brought."

Michele appeared, clothed only in a black cropped tee with the picture of a woman beneath the bubbled thought, I feel a sin coming on. She also wore her silver Mars/Venus navel ring, and a small silver ring on the fourth toe of each foot. 

Could they symbolize a pair of wedding rings?

She stuffed her nose in the bouquet, chided me for bringing flowers, pronounced them wonderful, smiled, took them from Suz and set them aside. She took my clothing and bag and hung the clothing and set the bag on the floor in a nearby closet.

"Judging by those clothes and that bag, I'd say this man is an optimist, Michele."

"Ha! An optimist? I'd say he's grasping at straws. Come over here and sit with us, Jake."

As though they were hatching a pre-arranged plan, Suz stripped off her jeans and her sweatshirt, spread her arms, twirled naked in a full circle once and asked, "Do you still lust after this body, Jake?"

Before I could answer, Michele made a grand show of removing her tee and thong. She spread her own arms, twirled the same circle as Suz, feigned a stumble, and echoed her lover's question, "Yeah, Jake, and this one?"

I reached for both, intending to pull them close and hug them, but they skipped away, Suz's landing first in an overstuffed easy chair and Michele's landing on top of Suz's lap, her back against Suz's front. Four legs spread and draped themselves over the arms of the chair. I noted the pillow on the floor directly in front of the chair and wondered if that were its normal placement. I doubted it. The Bolshoi Ballet couldn't have choreographed this scene any better than what I'd just watched.

I sat on the pillow, noting that my legs spread comfortably around the chair. Silently congratulating myself on sticking with those pilates for the past six months, I leaned forward and with fingers spread wide, stroked the insides of four exposed thighs.


"We weren't sure you'd come," Suz began.

Although tempted to make a joke of Suz's pun, I responded, "I wasn't sure I'd receive an invitation even to see you once in a while."

"That vase with the flowers, it was in your living room over the weekend, wasn't it?" Michele observed.

"Yes, it was. I bought it the day I was divorced and I've kept fresh flowers in it ever since."

"It sounds special," Suz observed.

"It's very special to me; probably the most special thing I own."

"Even more special than that toy we rode in last night?" Michele asked.

"Yes, even more special than my toy. The vase is a gift for the two of you regardless of what we decide. I hope you'll accept it."

Two heads turned and looked at each other and then two women pushed me backward from between their outstretched legs. I landed on my back just as they each bolted from the chair and landed on top of me, the vee between each set of legs claiming dibs atop one of my thighs. Their heads landed on my chest and the three of us hugged our greeting to each other. None of us seemed to want to disengage, so we just lay there, their heads folded against my shoulders.

Holding them felt secure, but not in either a submissive or a protective sense. It felt secure in the sense that three individuals, each of whom had been seeking something special, just might have found it and just might have a fair shot at keeping it. During these moments I didn't know the women were naked. It made no difference. It wasn't a sexual hug. It was three friends telling each other that they were acquainted with each other and that they cared for each other well beyond their actual time together. 

It was Michele who first climbed off.

"Glass of wine? I've got a nice Little Penguin pinot noir. Oh, did you see the movie, Sideways?"

"I did. Many consider it's release the nationwide discovery of pinot noir."

"Consider us among them. Have you tried Little Penguin?"

"I've read of it, but I've never tried it. It's Australian, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. Suz and I were introduced to it when we visited some friends up north a few weeks ago. We had it with dinner in a little neighborhood bar and restaurant up there. We liked it so much that I contacted Tony over at Abruzzo's in Grand Rapids and asked him to order some for us."

"Tony's a good man," I responded, "and I like Abruzzo's. It's one of the few places I can find that beer I like. I've also bought a fair amount of their wine over the years."

"Excuse me while I get the wine. You two enjoy yourselves while I'm gone." 

As Michele walked out of the room, I heard, "Kiss me, Jake."

My left hand found the back of Suz's head and entangled itself in her luscious red hair. Her naked body felt both exquisite and vulnerable wrapped in my arms. My right hand touched her left cheek and guided her lips to mine. Suz's lips and tongue introduced a fresh taste to my mouth as they explored, more like a sensual and inquisitive first kiss than anything else. I accepted her tentative advances and offered the same. I touched the ridges across the roof of her mouth. I traced the biting edges of her teeth. I delved into the very soft, wet area beneath her tongue. We moaned our mutual appreciation into each other's mouths.

After what seemed both an eternity and a mere second, Michele approached. She poured three wine glasses and set them on a nearby table before she asked, "Excuse me, Suz. May I cut in?"

Suz broke our kiss and rolled off me just as Michele's two hands grabbed my wrists, pulled me first to a sitting position and then to my feet. She wrapped her arms around my neck, leaped and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her naked groin found mine and began bouncing. Her mouth engulfed mine as her tongue ravished me. For as soft and gentle as Suz's kiss had been, Michele's was just as torrid and demanding. Her head twisted wildly; her throat exploded with nondescript sound and her tongue plunged repeatedly into the depths of my mouth.

Suz climbed to her knees as my hands found Michele's ass. Suz pushed Michele's hips away from their bounce and grind against my jeans and forced her head into the small opening thus created. Her fingers spread labia and her mouth found a clit to suck, a cunt to lick and an ass to probe.

Michele accelerated both her attack on my mouth and her bare-cunted grind against Suz's face. Michele refused to relent until the moment Suz stuffed a thumb into Michele's ass. Michele bucked once more and screamed her release. Her mouth left mine while Suz continued licking as the wondrous tension of Michele's orgasm flowed from her body. She unwound her legs from my hips and hopped to the floor as though she'd given me no more than a quick peck on the cheek.

"Now that was a quickie," she declared with a mischievous grin on her face. "Where's my wine?"

I passed out the wine glasses Michele had poured a few minutes earlier. We clinked, shyly toasted the future and took our first gulps. It was not a bad little wine for a pinot noir: light and fruity, not unlike the taste of Suz.

"I have a question, Jake."

"What's that, Suz?"

"Do you need the use of your cock to drink wine?"

"Well, no. I guess I could drink wine without my cock's being involved. Even though I'm a man, I do have limited multi-tasking abilities," I tossed back at her.

"In that case, would you bring your cock over here and put it to good use," Suz asked as she bent herself face down over the soft arm of the chair in which she and Michele had sat a few minutes earlier.

"Oh, and, Jake?"

"Yes, Suz?"

"Don't be gentle."

"Hey, don't forget me." 

I watched Michele scramble into the seat of the chair and positioned herself with her back against the chair's padded arm, her legs spread and her crotch pointed directly at Suz's face. I laughed as Suz renewed her ministrations on Michele's cunt. 

I took my time removing my own clothing while I watched, fascinated, as Michele held Suz's head between her legs. 

I approached Suz from behind. 

"Suz, I don't have enough hands. Reach back here and spread yourself for me."

It actually was a joy to watch Suz reach around her hips and spread her labia wide. I bent and gave her several top to bottom licks, more for my own enjoyment as she already was quite wet. When I judged my taste buds temporarily sated, I stood, aimed, and entered in one thrust. I grabbed one of Michele's ankles with my free hand and pulled her silver-tipped, ring-bearing toes toward my mouth. She looked up at me with wide eyes and a moment later a large smile broke out on her face.



Jake, Suz, Michele and a Decision



"Go ahead, Jake. Feast."

I bent my head and drew a big toe into my mouth, as my hand massaged her heal. I licked, sucked, and bit that toe as I began a tortoise paced pump into Suz.

"Harder, Jake. Please."

"In a minute, Suz. I'm doing a little mixology here."

With Michele's eyes glued to me and with Suz's head turned sideways trying to watch, I tilted my wine glass toward Michele's big toe. I wrapped my hand around her foot's arch and told her to pretend she were a ballerina: point and hold still.

She laughed and did exactly as I asked. I moved my wineglass closer and dipped her toe into the wine. I bent and shoved that toe into my mouth where I sucked and licked it. I pulled it from my mouth and dipped again. After a second taste test, I pronounced the wine an easy "95."

"Okay, mister. Enough play. Fuck me!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She turned her head again, glared at me and announced, "If you Ma'am me again, there'll be serious consequences to pay."

"Yes, Suz," I grinned, fully aware of my transgression.

Suz turned back and resumed devouring Michele. At the same time, I realized that I needed my second hand to fuck Suz properly. I looked around and noticed a small table that I couldn't reach, but that Michele could. 

"Would you set this wine on that table, Michele?"

Between encouraging sighs she managed a sensual, drawn out, "Yes." I handed the glass to her. She took it, reached to her side and set it on the table.

With both hands free, I gripped each of Suz's hips, withdrew all but the tip of my cock, hesitated, and thrust hard. And then again harder. And then again harder. And then again harder. I pounded and I pummeled. All I heard from Suz was the continual plea, "More!" as each plunge struck bottom. 

Recognizing the opportunity to influence Suz's attack on Michele's cunt, I wrapped my hands underneath each of Michele's knees, leaned back and pulled. In doing so, I crushed Suz's face into Michele's cunt, dripping as it were with a combination of Michele's secretions and Suz's saliva. Each time I pulled, Suz's face and tongue again were forced tighter against Michele. 

I realized I could do more and pulled as I thrust, doubling the impact of face against cunt, bringing pleas for more from both women. 

At my will, I could also slow my pace and spread Michele's legs wide, giving Suz a bit of breathing room. I preferred, however, to pull her legs together and plunge hard and deep into what felt like a pussy overflowing with slippery sexual secretions. I savored the deep thumps of my pelvis striking Suz's ass, the sharp sounds of my balls slapping her clitoris and the wet squishes of my cock penetrating her pussy. 

As I continued pounding and Suz continued slurping, the three of us approached the zeniths of our pleasure. None of us were silent. I'd heard a variety of high shrieks and low moans from the women. For my own contribution to our euphony of sound, I'm afraid I was unable to offer more than a percussionist's, "uh, uh, uh," in time with my thrusts. 

Our trifecta of orgasms arrived as Michele, having had a head start, won and collapsed against the chair's arm and seat. Suz placed a close second and fell like a rag doll against Michele. I showed a thrust or two after I felt Suz's intense contractions begin and discharged all I had into her eager pussy. I stood behind Suz, stock still, with my cock stuffed as deeply into her as my declining hardness would permit.

Michele recovered and crawled between Suz and me. She pulled my cock from Suz's pussy and replaced it with her own mouth. She sucked and tongued and moment later was rewarded with all I had deposited. Suz rolled off the chair and came to rest on the floor on her right hip. Michele rolled onto her left hip. They were mouth opposite mouth. Suz laid the back of her head against the carpet. Michele used both hands and tenderly slid open Suz's mouth. 

I almost came a second time watching that erotic, sensual sight of one woman opening another woman's mouth, while knowing exactly what they were about to share.

Michele moved her own mouth to a spot a few inches directly above Suz's and opened wide. Gravity slowly tugged a thick gooey mass of shiny cum from Michele's mouth. The globule stretched and stretched until it touched the tip of Suz's outstretched and awaiting tongue. Michele withdrew her own tongue into her mouth, used her upper lip to disengage the pearl colored nectar, and allowed it to fall into Suz's mouth. 

The women licked their lips and exchanged positions. They repeated their slow show with Suz on top and Michele beneath. 

Back and forth they went until there was nothing left to exchange.

When I'd judged they'd finished, I knelt above and behind their heads and dipped my now semi-flexible cock into first Suz's mouth and next into Michele's. Each gave a quick suck and either a squeeze to my balls or a tightly gripped stroke along my length before giving me up to the other. They soon judged me both clean and completely drained of cum. They gave up on me, tilting their faces into each other and beginning their own long, slow, deep, wet, dance of tongues. 

Initially I watched, enthralled by their performance, but soon realized I could join their play. I crawled to a spot where I could put a knee between each set of their legs. From there the first two fingers of each of my hands, turned pads up, slid effortlessly into one warm, wet pussy and one hot, dripping cunt. Those upturned pads quickly found the soft, ridged areas on the forward side of their respective vaginas while the thumb of each hand found the corresponding woman's clitoris, and pushed one pleasure point into the other.

I stroked as they kissed. Their hips found a mutual cadence against my fingers. What began as a slow kiss, hurried. As the kiss escalated, so did their hips; and as their hips quickened, so did my fingers. Before long they began gasping and their breathing became more and more ragged and the sounds escaping their mouths became more and more demanding. I quickened my pace and was rewarded with one set of muscles squeezing the fingers of each of my hands. I marveled in their contractions as their hips pushed against me.

As they finished I withdrew my fingers and with their eyes wide open and staring at my face, I slid first one set of fingers into and out of my mouth followed by the other set of fingers. After two plunges of each set of fingers into my mouth, I told them I wanted more of their sweetness, and pushed my fingers back into their respective orifices. I withdrew and again made a great show of sucking the juice from each pair of fingers, noting that Suz still held a bit of me in her taste.

"Is it time to talk yet?"

"Yes, it is. Come here, Jake. We need some cuddle time," someone answered. "Oh, and bring our wine along with you."

Soon three naked people were huddled into the corner of a sofa and covered by a blanket. We each had our own glass of wine. I had four breasts to fondle, as did the women. They also had a cock to play with, as I suppose, did I.

I began. "We talked early yesterday about a man's joining the two of you. You told me a bit about your search for that man. I, of course, believed I might be the leading candidate, at least as of yesterday morning. Then you let it slip that you were meeting some guy for brunch today. In the end, we just decided to enjoy the rest of yesterday and today and then talk again. I had a great time yesterday, both before and after Faccagnini's, and I was looking forward to today. Then I awoke this morning and found you gone. I also found your note inviting me to dinner tonight. So, I guess the question is, where are we?"

"Well, Jake, by the time you left for tennis Saturday we were having quite positive thoughts about you," Suz took over as Michele's hand found my soft cock and began stroking. "We especially liked it that you have your own life, one that's important enough to you that you not give it up just because you're offered incredible sex by two not-bad-looking women who we believe are pretty good in the sack.

"While you were gone Saturday morning, we decided to invite you along with us to Faccagnini's last night, just to see how you would mix with gay friends of ours. We had no idea that you even knew of the place, much less that you held Anna's respect.

"Anna knows all about us and we love her dearly. When we heard her admonish us, 'You be good for him,' we almost broke down in tears. Oh, and what's this cancer stuff that you apparently forgot to tell us about yesterday?"

"We can talk about that later, Suz. Suffice it to say for right now, like Evelyn, I survived," I chuckled but continued, as I recalled my trim and shave from the day before. "Oh, there is one thing you should know about that cancer stuff, as you call it. Part of my treatment was chemotherapy. As you probably know, one of the side effects of chemo is hair loss," I paused again to let those words sink in. "If you'd come across me three months ago, you wouldn't have had to shave anything. I was completely bare, head to toe."

Noting their immediate silence, I looked from one of them to the other and saw wide open eyes, raised eye brows and a clear question in each of their faces.

"Hm, maybe we'll need to reconsider only trimming you in front," Michele teased and I just smiled.

Suz resumed, "Well anyway, Jake, after we talked with Anna, we looked at each other and exchanged small nods, telling each other that we knew we'd found the right person. The remainder of that dinner was frosting on our cake."

"This morning we called our brunch date and cancelled. We're convinced, Jake, but what do you think? Want to join us?" Michele asked as Suz's hand wrapped itself around Michele's and together they continued stroking my marginally-more-erect cock. Truth be told, it was feeling quite nice. 

"You guys have been thinking about this man-mate concept for months. I've been thinking about it for a few hours. Not only that, but you're cheating by stroking me like that."

They just smiled and picked up their pace. I paused. 

"It's difficult to believe that both of you could make what seems like a life changing decision over just one weekend? I mean, you said yesterday that you investigated possible mates thoroughly before even contacting them, much less meeting them. Whereas with me, you knew almost nothing of me before Friday evening."

The two women looked at each other as their hands slowed and then stopped on my cock. I watched Michele give Suz a small, almost imperceptible nod of her head. 

"Okay, Jake. We suppose you're entitled to know. Besides, it just wouldn't be right for us to propose beginning this relationship with you without being completely honest."

Suz paused long enough to take a large breath before continuing, "Michele and I told you the truth yesterday when we said we'd been searching for six months or so. What we didn't tell you is that we also discussed our search with several friends. About a month ago, Evelyn entered that small circle."

Suz paused again as her cheeks turned that same crimson color I'd noticed during intense sex with her. She continued, "During my conversation with her, Evelyn might have dropped your name and we might have investigated you, just as we did several others. That investigation might have revealed that you appeared to be exactly the kind of man we were seeking.

"We had no intention of doing anything with you Friday evening when you happened to walk into the bar. In fact, we had no idea you'd be there. When Michele saw you though, she got my attention and told me who you were and suggested now might be a good time to see how you reacted to me. What can I say, Jake? As you well know, our time in the bar was quite tasty. Not only that, but Michele and I both had a great time with you over the weekend."

"Thank you," I told the women. "I appreciate the truth. Evelyn, for all her strength of character, never was very good at keeping secrets. You don't know it, but when I was in the restroom last night, she joined me and we had a little chat. She mentioned that she'd talked with you, Suz, about your journey. She also told me that she might have mentioned that once upon a time she knew a guy from Kalamazoo."

"So, you knew and you were testing us," Michele accused.

"Yes, I did. If I'm going to begin something like this journey, we have to begin with the truth. Speaking of the truth, you need to know that for one night, a long time ago, Evelyn and I were more than casual friends." 

"We wondered about that, Jake. You and she didn't, ah, when you were together last night, did you?" Suz asked.

I had a good laugh at that question before answering, "Well, she might have copped a quick feel and given me a shake or two, just for old times sake, but no, nothing last night. In fact, nothing since one night on a very hard tennis court."

"A tennis court?" Suz asked as an astonished look passed across her face. "I want to know more. Did you..."

"...and a shake, you say, Jake." Michele interrupted with raised eyebrows.

"Enough. Maybe someday if this thing works out and we're together with Evelyn, and we have enough wine, she and I might tell you the story. But it just wouldn't be right to talk about it now without her here."

"The only things I know about either of you are what I've learned this weekend. While you've given me incredible sex, I can't let that color any decision I make. 

"I've got a good life here. I've got a good job, a nice home and lots of friends. For me to tell you "yes," knowing that in a year, I'd need to move to parts unknown and begin everything I've worked so hard for all over is a daunting thought."

I looked from one woman to the other and saw two faces with disappointed expressions.

"On the other hand, Ev asked me last night how long it had been since I'd given love a chance. I realized I hadn't since my marriage. She asked me what I liked most about the two of you. I told her I liked the way you look together. She then told me she thought the two of you were making an excellent choice."

I saw two faces perk up and resume stroking me.

"So, I could stay here and continue to be alone until someday I die, but I realized last night and today that's not the life I want. You offer love, support and adventure. You ask the same in return. I'd be a fool to turn you down.

Two mildly perked up faces broke into wide grins and escalated their stroking. 

I continued, "So, if we do this thing, do we all live together and if so, where? And what about Michele and me during the week when you're gone, Suz? And are we monogamous as to the three of us? And why..."

"I'm a renter here, Jake, and my lease is up in two months. I can renew it or not. If Suz happens to be in the area during the week, she stays here. She owns a great condo in downtown Chicago, so on the weekends, either I join her there or she comes here. The easy answer to your question, though, is that if you agree to join us, I'm moving in with you, tonight. Then, on the weekends, we'll either go to Suz's place in Chicago or she'll come to your home."

Suz smiled widely at Michele's answer and at the same time picked up the women's pace on my still not-quite-hard cock. I couldn't resist and added my hand to theirs.

"Hm, three hands on a cock. That's an interesting picture, Jake. I like it," Michele continued.

"As to you and me during the week, what would you like, Jake? Would you prefer that I leave you alone and spend my time sequestered in an extra bedroom downstairs in your home? Or, would you prefer that I ravish your body from time to time and spend my nights cuddled up to you in your bed?"

Suz spoke up before I was able to formulate a response. "I know you know this stuff, Jake, but hear it again. I love her. I want her for the rest of my life. She feels the same about me. She's got another year to finish up her Ph.D. When she's done, she probably won't be staying in Kalamazoo for very long. I'm in a position professionally that I can go to any large city in the country and receive multiple offers. We don't know where we'll end up, but we do know we'll be together.

"Michele and I are sexual beings. If there were no Jake, would I be jealous of her toys during the week? Never, in fact, I have my own. Fortunately, and I stress that word, there now appears there might be a Jake in our lives. I hope, no, I demand that you two share the same bed and that you two have incredible sexual experiences while I'm gone. Of course, I'll be jealous of you, and from time to time, I may even get the two of you on the phone and demand a blow-by-blow description of what you're doing. You understand, it'd be just for my personal entertainment. Keep in mind also, there'll be times when Michele and I will want to be alone with each other. Will you be able to handle that?"

"Before you answer, Jake," Michele interrupted, "I want to echo all of what Suz just said. I want her for the rest of my life. We're both bright people, regardless of whether or not either of us occasionally plays the ditz. I've no doubt that once I officially begin my career, I'll become as successful as Suz. We have good lives before us and we intend to spend those lives together. We hope you'll join us in all aspects of our lives.

"On top of that though, I'd much prefer you and your cock and your mouth and your fingers and your toes and whatever else you have, over of a piece of plastic or metal or glass or, hm, what else do I have, Suz?"

Suz resumed speaking, "You asked why. It's a good question. There are three reasons which we think are easy: sex, company and perspective. We miss what a man offers in each of those categories. I could go on if you'd like, but we think they're self explanatory."

Here it is, that moment you envisioned. Yea or nay?

"I'm absolutely blown away by you two. If we do this thing, I want you to join me in my home, make that our home. I want you to share my bed, whether there's one of you or two of you. On the other hand, when you want to be alone with each other, just do it. Based on this weekend, I'm certain there will be times I'll be alone with one or the other of each of you. Oh, and Michele, feel free to bring your toys with you. I'm sure you and I can keep them from becoming lonely for lack of use.

"I rarely use the bottom floor of our home. As I'm sure your explorations revealed, there are two bedrooms, a full bath and an entertainment room down there. It's a walkout, so there's lots of light. We'll set up a bedroom or an office for each of you. If either of you overflow that space, we'll find the extra room you need in the larger entertainment room. 

"Jake," Suz interrupted, "what about that door down there that's locked?"

"Oh, I just keep some stuff in there that I rarely use," I answered.

There was a moment of silence as they looked at me with heads askew, as though they weren't quite sure about my answer. 

"Anyway," I continued, " We can move whatever furniture you want into our home and put whatever either you have or I have that isn't needed into storage.

"I'll also tell you that I'm older than the two of you. My career probably is further developed that either of yours. Michele, you know me as an attorney, but legal work is only a part of what I do. I also consult with a handful of clients who are spread around the country. My consulting work actually is more lucrative than my legal work. I've even come to enjoy the consulting work more than I enjoy the law. Moreover, I can base my consulting business anywhere in the country that has an airport. I've been trying to wind down the legal portion of my business for a couple of years now. I'll redouble that effort and in a year, if this all works out, I should be able to move.

"There's one more thing you need to know about me that we haven't discussed so far. I hope it's not fatal to my joining you. Many years ago I had a vasectomy. Accordingly, if your mate's fathering a child with either of you is a part of your motivation for finding a mate, please tell me now. It's just not something I'm capable of doing."




Jake, Suz, Michele and a Decision



"You're right, Jake, we are younger than you and someday you might find out how much," Suz interjected with laughter. "As you know, I have a son and Michele has a daughter. Both are grown and on their own. Neither of us desires more children."

I continued. "It all sounds just too amazing to be true. On the other hand, I haven't done anything really adventurous for years. 

"Here's where it maybe gets a bit corny, but you're just going to have to let me do this thing my way. You two sit there and don't say anything until I've finished."

I stood and walked to the closet where Michele had put my bag. I pulled from it two small, black jewelry boxes. I returned to the women and dropped to one knee.

"Suz. Michele. I think you're both special people. You're smart, talented, beautiful, sexual and even a little mysterious. I believe we could have a fascinating and fulfilling life together. This journey you envision is intriguing to say the least. 

"I lust after you; I like you; I think our lifestyles are compatible; and I think that with time and experience we have the chance to fall in love with each other.

"Will each of you join me and will each of you allow me to join you in a journey for the remainder of our lives?"

I handed one box to each of them. They looked at each other as though they were in shock. They slowly opened the boxes, each of which held a key to my home our home. Huge smiles broke out on their faces as tears flowed from six eyes. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," was all I heard as they dropped to their knees and attacked me with their mouths. Before long I was on my back. Lips, teeth and tongues were everywhere. I had no idea whose were whose. It really didn't matter. Two tongues plunged simultaneously into my mouth and sought the depths of my throat. They probed and pushed. Teeth scraped against teeth. Lips crushed against skin. The tongues tasted slightly of the remnants of both my cum and theirs. Saliva flowed down my chin and I'm certain down theirs as well. On and on they went with no intention of relenting quickly.

As their attack continued, the women adjusted their bodies so each of them straddled one of my legs. Their cunts pumped over my thighs, spreading their moisture. I was flat on my back with little opportunity to move.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

They slowed, but didn't stop.

I continued, "As we say in the legal profession: notwithstanding this ahem, interesting position, my man needs are kicking in here. I'm hungry. What's for dinner?"

We all laughed at the sudden change of topic and then listened as Michele turned on her "ditz" act and answered succinctly, "Well, Jake, there's a small problem with that. You see, earlier this afternoon Suz and I got to talking about you and I got kind of excited by the talk. I asked Suz if she'd do something for me and she said "yes" and I told her what I wanted and she smiled and then she did it and it felt so, so good. Then she asked if I'd do something for her and I said "yes" and then she told me what she wanted and I smiled and I did it and she said it felt so, so good. Then it was my turn and a little later it was her turn again and then it was my turn and then it was her turn and, well, you get the idea, don't you?"

"Yes, I do, Michele, and I can't say I'm surprised. In that case though, I guess I've got just a couple more matters for you."

"What are those, Jake?" Suz asked.

"First, can you guys handle spice for dinner tonight? If so, I'll grab some takeout Thai. Keep in mind, though, that while we eat I want to hear a complete description and perhaps even watch a demonstration of exactly what each of you two did to the other while I was gone this afternoon. It would be for my personal educational purposes only, of course.

"Second, why don't you two grab what you need for tomorrow and throw it, along with whatever's left of that Little Penguin, plus an extra bottle if you have one, into your cars. It should work nicely with the Thai. Then drive, um, home for the night. I'll stop for the food along the way."

"That sounds great, Jake, but sit back down here," Suz ordered as she pointed to the sofa I'd just left. "Dinner's going to have to wait."

I sat as Suz climbed on and straddled my left leg and Michele my right leg. Their hands found my cock and continued where they'd left off. Amazingly, to me at least, I grew. They resumed their attack on my mouth, occasionally relenting to lick, suck, or bite an ear or my neck.

The only body parts I could move were my arms, so my hands found the backs of two heads and pulled them as tightly to my mouth as I could. They frantically fucked my mouth with their tongues. I tried to force my own tongue into one of theirs, but they weren't having it. One tongue stayed above mine and one tongue below mine, searching and plunging. 

Sounds emerged from their throats; cunts rode my thighs; hands blurred on my cock; tongues thrust and retreated. I thought they'd never stop until they did.

"You're hard, Jake. We didn't think you could so quickly," Suz observed.

Michele continued, "You mentioned you had "man needs." Looking at this thing of yours here, we agree and we've got something even better than food to satiate those needs. It's something we've read about and learned about from some of our friends, but we've never tried, so it may work or it may not. You're our guinea pig. If it works, you're gonna like it a lot. We were going to save it for another time, but it looks like you're ready now. Come with us."

They each dismounted my thighs and stood. Michele grabbed my cock and pulled. I took the hint and stood. Still holding my cock, she led the way to her bedroom. 

She told me to get on the bed and roll over on my back with my head in the middle and my ass near the edge of the bed. I did as she wanted while she opened a dresser drawer and pulled something from it. 

Suz joined the party by crawling over me from my head toward my cock. She stopped when her mouth reached my cock and her cunt reached my mouth. She grabbed both of my legs and pulled them toward her, giving Michele a clear shot at my ass.

I felt Michele's tongue against my anus as Suz engulfed my cock. I pulled my head up so I could lick Suz's cunt, but she told me to just lie back and enjoy myself because she didn't want me distracted in any way. Michele continued with her mouth on my ass. Suz used my legs to slide my cock into and almost out of her mouth. 

Soon, Michele pulled her face away from my ass and announced with a large smile on her face, "I think you're going to like this, big guy. Suz pull his legs back as far as you can."

Suz did as ordered and I felt something dribbled onto my ass.

Michele began, "It's called O'My, Jake. We like it better than Astroglide. It'll make what I'm about to do to you much easier for both of us," as I felt a finger slide, pad up, through the lubricant and into my ass. Soon a second finger joined the first. It didn't feel as though they went very far into me, just a couple inches or so, but then Michele's fingers weren't very long. I felt the pressure of them stroking just behind my cock. It felt good.

Meanwhile, Suz continued applying her expertise to my cock. She alternately took me deep into her throat and then sucked only on my cock's head while she stroked me with her hand.

Each woman continued her ministrations. The longer they went, the more I relaxed and just let them have their way. 

Eventually, Michele spoke up, "We're curious, Jake. How do my fingers feel in there?"

"I feel a somewhat strange pressure. It's both intense and relaxing, Michele."

The women resumed both their silence and their work. 

Several minutes later Suz exclaimed, "Jake, you're leaking."

"Leaking? What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"Look."

Suz removed her mouth from my cock and I felt her hand pull it straight up, but all I could see was an incredibly tempting cunt and anus merely inches from my face.

"I can't see a thing, Suz."

"Oh, yeah."

She slid toward her left and lifted her right leg over my face. I now could see and sure enough, there was a large droplet of cum right on top of my cock.

"Watch this, Jake."

Suz used her tongue and licked the cum from my cock. She turned her head toward me, showed me the cum on her tongue, then swallowed as I watched in awe. Within a few moments, another drop of cum appeared. Suz licked that one away and stuck her tongue out, offering the droplet to Michele. Michele stood, leaned forward, while continuing her stroking in my ass, and accepted Suz's offering. Another droplet quickly appeared at the tip of my cock and Suz disposed of that one herself. 

"See what I mean, Jake."

Michele just chuckled a bit and explained, "That's to be expected, Jake. It means I'm stroking you in the right place, the pad of one finger along either side of your prostate gland. I'm going to continue stroking and you'll continue leaking. Soon you're going to feel like peeing, but don't even think about doing that. A short while later, you'll get a huge surprise. When you feel that surprise coming on, you need to tell Suz because I don't think she wants this particular surprise in her mouth. Is that right, Suz?"

"It sure is, sweetie. And as soon as Jake finishes, I want you helping me to lick it off wherever it lands."

"No problem there, Suz. I'll love that."

"If I wait much longer, Michele, all my cum will leak out and there'll be nothing left."

"Trust me, Jake. If we do this thing right, you'll shoot like you've never shot before. Now just lay back and enjoy. Suz, make this guy cum."

Suz resumed her attack on my cock but now with a new vigor. It seemed that Michele accelerated her fingers against my prostate. Suz bobbed up and down on my cock as she twisted her head and squeezed my balls. When she went down, she went all the way. Each trip into the tight confines of her throat brought me closer and closer. I wasn't positive what Michele was doing with her fingers, but whatever it was, it matched Suz's deep throating me for stimulation.

On and on they went. Gradually, I felt the promised urge to pee, but I pushed it aside.

Soon that familiar tingling began deep in my ass, only this time it's sensation was magnified by Michele's fingers. I knew I had but moments and quickly warned, "Now, Suz. Now."

The sensations spread into my balls and the head of my cock as well as upward through my chest and down into my toes. I watched as Suz withdrew her mouth from my cock and moved her face to the side. She kept my cock centered and pointing straight ahead, back toward my face. She continued to stroke me with one hand while her other sought my balls.

I closed my eyes and watched fireworks explode in a host of reds, oranges, yellows and greens. The sensations were almost unbearable. Electricity shot downward from my cock, tightening the muscles in my thighs, moving through my knees and my calves, until my toes curled. Lightening struck upward as well, contracting the muscles in my chest, my shoulders, and into my brain. My eyes squeezed tighter until only a deep blue background remained and forced moisture from my tear ducts. My fists clenched involuntarily. My head lifted off the bed. 

The first contraction began in my ass, shot through my cock, and propelled my first shot of cum from my prostrate gland and seminal ducts, through my cock and straight out my urethra. That rope arced high and flew straight to the center of my forehead. The next contraction shot a second rope that landed on my throat. The third on my chest. The fourth near my navel. With each pulse my entire body shuttered as the intense sensation of pleasure spread again. As my pulses lost their vigor, the sensation traveled shorter distances until it remained only in the head of my cock and my ass, where Michele continued stroking.

Suz's mouth found my cock and greedily consumed whatever I was able to give up by my last few contractions. She pumped my cock with one hand and squeezed my balls with the other. 

Michele stroked inside me until my contractions stopped. She and Suz then began at my navel and collected my cum with their tongues. They didn't hurry, but did lock mouths between splatters as they proceeded up my body. I was no more than a limp body, unable to move. Minutes passed before they reached my face and began licking. Suddenly, two mouths awakened me as they descended on mine and we exchanged tongues, saliva, and cum.

The kiss ended and the women exchanged wide smiles of success before taking oral turns on my now softened cock.

I was both drained and confused.

"I haven't shot that far for at least ten years. Not only that, but I'd already cum just an hour or so earlier. What in the world no, what unworldly sorcery did you two use on me?"

"It's our secret, Jake. Did you enjoy?" Michele teased, confident of my answer.

"Enjoy? Are you kidding? It was ecstasy. It was rapture. It was completely beyond my imagination."

"Play your cards right, big guy, and we just might show you a few more things that we've learned over the years from our community," Suz said.

"That would be the 'L' community, right?"

They just smiled as Michele answered, "The 'L' community plus a few friends who occasionally associate with the 'Ls.' Now, I'm starved and you promised Thai tonight. Go get dressed and get out of here. We'll be at your, I mean our place, in an hour."

* * *

Dear readers:

I've appreciated immensely your votes and your comments, both public and private, concerning these Jake, Suz, and Michele stories. Accordingly, I ask you. Are we finished? Do we allow our triumvirate to ride off into the sunset, never be heard from again, or do we continue to follow their exploits? 

Keep in mind that I've left several doors open in this series. We know Suz owns a condo in downtown Chicago. For those of you familiar with the windy city, you know that if she's downtown, she's up high and others are up high as well. Those up high often own telescopes. Hm, I wonder who's watching whom?

We also know that Suz and company promised to visit Evelyn and her friends at Evelyn's vineyard in Napa. There could be interesting goings on out there, not to mention during the flights out and back.

Then there's that seemingly out-of-place reference to a locked door on the bottom floor of Jake's home. Was Jake being entirely straight when he blew off the women's question about that door and claimed it was just for storage? 

Finally, there's Jake's consulting business. One wonders what that's all about.

Respectfully,

Jake