2 comments/ 183102 views/ 9 favorites Handy Man Ch. 01 By: techsan It was still not quite daylight at 6:48 AM. I could see no lights in the house next door so I finished the last few swallows of my first cup of coffee and set the mug on our patio table before walking to the gate in the fence. As quietly as possible, I passed through the gate and moved up the first two levels of that deck and sat on the steps leading to the top level, just a few feet from the glass door into the family room/kitchen area. I settled back against the end post of the upper deck railing facing the house and prepared to wait until I saw movement inside. As I sat and stared at the glass door, I realized it was only the sliding screen between me and the interior of the house because the glass door was open already. Probably Mrs. Parker had left it like that overnight. Many of the neighbors in this area were trusting enough not to worry about burglars and the temperature was just right with doors and windows open for the gentle night breezes. In a couple of weeks the weather would change enough that people would again be closing every door and window. I almost missed the pad - pad - pad sound of soft slippers coming down the carpeted stairs and across the den floor to the kitchen. I didn't recognize her in the gathering light but knew the only person who should be in the house was Mrs. Parker. I saw her from the backside and quickly felt a surge of hot blood began to fill my cock. She was dressed in a loose-fitting silky print gown. There was a tie at the waist but it hung forgotten down on each side. I heard her muttering under her breath something that was unintelligible. As I watched, lights came on and drawers began to open and I could see that something had gone wrong. Her gown, which would have barely come to the tops of her knees at best, was split up the back in a ragged tear, as if she might have snagged and ripped it. She was bent slightly over the drawers she was searching through, causing the gown to drape to the sides and displaying her most precious treasures. Even though Mrs. Parker was about the same age as my mother, I had always looked at her as an object of my sexual desire, a fantasy beyond touching but not beyond dreaming about. She had heavy breasts that still stood out nicely even when she wore a T-shirt and no bra around the house, a condition that gave me an instant erection. She had a little roundness to her tummy but it was the kind that made me want to throw her over my shoulder and hustle to the woods for a piece of her delights. And her bottom was so beautifully rounded that I had mental battles with myself on whether to lick her butt, squeeze it with both hands, or ram it with my cock while plowing into her soft furrow. I started to rise and speak but wondered if I should, because she would realize I had a clear view of her bottom. Still it seemed that she needed help with something, and after all, that was why I was here. Finally I stood and strode to the door. "Mrs. Parker," I called. "It's James from next door." "Oh, hi, Jimmy," she said without turning around. "I'll be with you ... oops!" She just realized the predicament she was in and the bonus vision I was getting of her. She whipped around and tried to hide the fact that her gown was split. "Can I help you?" I asked. "Well, yeah, maybe. I was just coming down to put on the coffeepot and I got caught on a nail sticking out of the doorway to my bathroom. I think it got me. I know I've got a hammer in here somewhere but I can't find it." Holding her gown together with one hand, she turned back to the drawers and went to searching. I knew exactly where it was, having seen her put it away a few weeks before. I went to reach to her left but she moved that way. I veered to the right and she overcorrected into me. Suddenly my arms were around her and my body pressed her into the counter, her hand alighting on my throbbing cock. I gulped but couldn't bring myself to move. "Uh, Jimmy? What is that?" "Uh, well, ... you know." "If I didn't know better, Jimmy, I'd think you were as horny as me. But you're not as horny as this old woman, are you?" "Uh, well, you're not an old woman but I am super horny." "Did you see something here you shouldn't have?" I knew I had at least a 50-50 chance of getting into deep trouble but ... what the hell! I clamped my arms around her and squeezed her back into me, pressing my cock into her buttocks. I nudged her head to the left and kissed her neck just below her right ear. It felt like she was turning into melted butter right there in my hands. Mrs. Parker sucked in her breath in shock and then just stood still under my onslaught. It seemed like forever before I realized she was responding by moving her head around to different positions so my hot lips would touch new locations on her sweet neck. I also felt her ass grinding slowly into my crotch ... or was that my imagination working overtime? It wasn't my imagination that, when I moved my head to her left side, she cocked her head in the opposite direction and let me nuzzle her neck in new places. And no, it wasn't my imagination that she was grinding her buttocks into my raging hard-on. The flaming red fireworks going off in my head recognized the sign that said, "Finally, after all these years. I'm going to get lucky on my favorite fantasy." I sent my hands in opposite directions, sending one up and one down. The upper hand searched for the gap in her gown, found it, and began exploring her beautiful boobs. They seemed to be torpedo shaped and each one overflowed my hand. A round area larger than a circle formed by my forefinger and thumb was made of raised puffy flesh, an areola no doubt, and topped by a little rubber button for a nipple. One at a time, I rolled the nipples between my thumb and fingers, pulling them away from her body every so often, causing her to renew her moans of pleasure. My lower hand slid between her legs and then worked back upward, finding her labia well-lubricated with her own juices. After coating my fingers, I slipped one, then two and finally three inside her incredibly hot cunt. She bucked against my fingers, nearly throwing me off her form. However when my wandering thumb passed over her clit, she came with a "whoosh" of breath and seemed to lose her energy temporarily. Right after her climax, her head and chest slumped to the counter. I figured it was time for my best move. I reached into my shorts and extracted my tool, guiding it between her legs where it quickly settled at the opening to her pussy. With a gentle push, my purple hood popped inside her and a couple more pushes brought me up to my balls in her squishy cunt. I loved the feeling of her big round buttocks as they mashed into my crotch. "Oh, Jimmy, that feels sooooo good, Honey. You don't know how long I have wanted you to do this for me," she crooned. "My sweet Mrs. Parker, you don't know how long I have wanted to do this to you," I responded. "Come on, babe," she whispered over her shoulder. "Fuck me good." Well, I did fuck her ... and it was good for me. I trust it was not too bad for her either. She seemed to have three fairly strong climaxes out of that one fuck, one just as I pinched and pulled both of her nipples, another as I was fingering circles around her clitty and the last just as my jism was exploding against the walls of her cunt. She rested on the counter for a few minutes before twisting in my arms and pulling me to her still-heaving breasts. "I'm not sure what brought you to me this morning, James, but I'm certainly glad it did," she said tenderly, brushing my hair out of my face. I grinned and said, "My mother did." She made a face that showed surprise, since they were good friends and approximately the same age. I continued, "She told me since Mr. Parker left, you have quite a few little maintenance chores that need to be done around the house but there's no one to do them. I came over this morning to volunteer to take care of those for you, including any that come up in the future." She laughed and said, "Oh, that Kellie. I was just joking around with her but she's always on the lookout for something she can do for me. I certainly didn't intend to take up your time, Jimmy." "No, Ma'am," I replied, "I'm sure you didn't but I sure am glad it came up. I hope you don't mind what happened either." She nudged me in the ribs and grinned. "No, I didn't mind, Honey. That was the first time I've been fucked in over five years." I pulled her to me and planted a wet kiss on her mouth, noting a new sparkle in her eyes just as our lips touched. When we broke apart, I said, "Good, because its gonna happen again ... this morning." She laughed and skipped away from me. "Oh, yeah? You think so, huh?" I picked up the compact tool kit I had brought with me and strode after her. "I know so. Now show me what caught your gown." I followed her up the stairs, at first admiring her beautiful ass as it swished back and forth so near to my eyes. About midway up the stairs, I slid a hand up her outer thigh and cupped one buttock in my hand and she just seemed to melt against me. She whispered, "Oh, Baby, I just love being touched. It has been soooo long ...." I vowed right then and there, since it seemed like I had been favored with access to her delights, never again would long periods of time pass when her sexual needs went unattended. I sort of pushed her into the bedroom. She lagged just enough to know that I would maintain contact with her body ... my left hand splayed over her left buttock and hip, my right hand hefted her right hooter and played with the nipple, and my mouth found little open places to lick and suckle. She pulled me into the bedroom and over to the door to the bathroom. I noticed that she was not the housekeeper my mother was. The room had a lived-in look with a few clothes draped on the chair back and a pair of panties on the floor. I picked them up and smelled the crotch, disappointed to find her perfume but nothing like her pussy juice. I said, "Show me the other chores you want done," but she grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed. She said, "Chores can wait. If you're going to be my lover, you have to make up for a lot of lost time. Let's get started, Honey." Her fingers began expertly unfastening the buttons of my shorts and with her help, I was soon naked. I returned the favor, although with her wearing so little clothes it took only seconds before she was nude. Kneeling beside her, I started my body wash again , beginning around her face, working down to the soles of her feet and then back to her middle. It didn't matter to me that she was wet and my cum was oozing from her pussy ... for the first time in my life, I ate my cum out of a woman's cunt ... and loved it! By the time I could find no more cum or fresh pussy liquid, I had another throbbing erection and she was begging me to fuck her. I climbed up over her and while she guided my dong into her pussy, I lowered myself until our lips met in an excruciatingly hot and passionate kiss. I began to slowly plow her furrow, occasionally dropping my mouth to suck one or the other of her big breasts before going back to her mouth. Mrs. Parker came four times before I emptied my balls into her hot cunt again. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me down on top of her so that my whole weight was resting on her length and she hugged me until long after my breathing had returned to normal. Finally I pushed back and said, "Mrs. Parker, why don't you show me those projects you need done and let me take care of them?" She said, "Jimmy, as long as it's just the two of us, please call me Nadine so I don't feel so old." We got up and took a quickie shower and dressed. Then she showed me a bunch of little chores that needed fixing, like the nails in the door trim of almost every door needing to be hammered in again and other little odd jobs. Throughout the day that Saturday, I would work on and complete a project, Nadine would inspect it and give me a kiss and then she would let me fuck her, usually doggy-style wherever we happened to be. Then she would show me the next project to work on. Occasionally she would bring me something to drink or a little snack but mostly I preferred to snack on her titties and she let me have as much of them as I wanted. By the time the day came to a close, her tits were sore, her pussy was getting sensitive and my cock was in need of a rest. I headed home and dove naked into the hot tub to soak some tiredness out of my body. I was outside working on the fence in Nadine's back yard Sunday morning when she first appeared. I had noticed several loose boards the day before and decided I could be working on those before she appeared. Surprisingly she turned out to be an early riser and I was just part way through when she came out the back door with two cups of coffee. I was a little disappointed in the way she was dressed. She was wearing a long robe that zipped up the front and covered all her assets. However I was greatly mollified when she knelt beside the fence facing me and handed me a cup of coffee, because the robe's zipper stopped above her knees. When she squatted she deliberately spread her knees and the robe separated to each side, giving me a great view of her naked snatch nicely framed by the garment. "Will you be working on this project long?" she asked in feigned innocence. "No, not long," I replied, my hand shaking a bit from the surge of adrenaline that just coursed through my body. "I'll just stay around to see if I can help you ... or maybe provide some incentive for you to hurry." I didn't really need the incentive, having spotted the reward for the day, but I surely wasn't going to chase her away either. I reached between her legs and cupped her sex in the palm of my hand, giving her a gentle squeeze and hearing her murmur, "yes, sugar, I like that." I returned to work with a vigor that had not been there ten minutes before. For the rest of the day, we followed a schedule much like the day before. I would work on a project and finish it, then Nadine would take me inside (if we weren't already there) and we'd fuck. She often interspersed some licks of my cock too just to make sure I wasn't losing interest although she didn't need to worry about that. Along the way there was plenty of touching, both me to her and her to me. I fucked her on the den carpet on her back. I fucked her bent over the kitchen counter and the dining room table and the arm of the den sofa. I fucked her while I sucked her toes. I fucked her while massaging her back. The soft velvety feel of her slick cunt was absolutely unbelievable, better I thought than any of the other sweet pussies I'd had the opportunity to use in my few years. I fucked her while sucking on her titties. I fucked her while shoving her back against the shower tiles. And of course she rode me on the carpet. She rode me on the sofa. She rode me on the recliner. She rode me sitting on the raised hearth. No, it didn't all happen in one day but I spent my study time at her house "fixing and fucking", spending only enough time on my studies to scrape by with a low passing grade. By the next weekend I was afraid I would burn her out if we kept at it like rabbits. So I asked if I could take her to dinner Saturday night. Nadine knew that I was trying to stretch my summer savings through the college year and instead requested that she fix a picnic lunch and we go find a quiet spot in some park. Late Saturday morning she climbed into my old jalopy of a car, seemingly unembarrassed to be seen in such a rolling disaster. On the other hand, I realized that she improved the vision of my car a thousand-fold. I'm sure anyone who checked us out knew that it was some sort of older woman - younger man arrangement, whether mother-son or something else. I didn't care what people thought because I was beginning to have the time of my life. Nadine seemed completely carefree too, waving nonchalantly at people who stared at us too long. I had selected a state park as our destination because it would require a pleasant two-hour drive and the sparsely attended park had a magnificent clear-water lake. At the park entrance after paying the small day fee, we found a great spot on a grassy knoll where we had a great view of almost all of the lake. Because the park had a reputation for harboring a large population of skunks, it was usually the least-used park in the state's collection. However I had always found that if I left them alone, they would leave me alone and we got along fine. After putting out our blanket, we took a hand-in-hand walk around part of the lake, passing only seven couples and two small families. There were a few boaters out on the water but they were almost out of sight of our shallow end of the water. By the time we got back to our blanket we were hungry. While we ate sandwiches and chips, I convinced Nadine to tell me about her life. She had grown up in a neighboring state and moved to a border city to attend college. She was going to be ... well, she didn't know. She was interested in marketing, artistic design of some sort, or maybe a career of writing ... she loved short stories and thought she would be good at it. Those plans all changed when she met Mr. Parker during their junior year and immediately fell in love. He was in pre-law and it was reasonable to assume he would be able to provide for her. Little did she foresee having to drop out of school and take a secretarial job the next year so she could pay his bills. They planned for Nadine to work only temporarily until he could get control of his finances but it turned into a long-term commitment. But then he began to cheat on her with other women. At first Nadine tried to ignore it but it only got worse. Then she found herself with the means of gaining a great financial arrangement with him that would let him retain his job and standing with the firm by living apart but forestalling a divorce for ten years so there would be no hint of his transgressions. So Mr. Parker was now a small part of her life and Nadine was enjoying her life of freedom. After sixteen years of very unsatisfactory married life, Nadine found herself in control again, albeit alone. She quit her boring job and went back to the university, finally getting her BA after making a couple of false starts (amazing how hard it was to rebuild good study habits, she noted.) Now two years out of school, she had been trying to do some writing and had actually sold a few items, some articles to ladies magazines and one medium length feature story to a small paper-back publisher. She was beginning to gain some confidence and believed she knew a little more about just what kind of writer she was. She had started a novel but it had proven to be slow going. As she talked, Nadine had put away everything we had brought for the picnic and was now laying very close to me on the blanket. Her fingers had been tracing indefinable little patterns on my shirt and legs for the last half-hour, causing me to become uncomfortably stuffed into my shorts because of the growth of my penis. I leaned over just a little and our lips came together in a warm sweet kiss that in seconds turned into a hugging, crushing urgency. A quick glance around showed that there were no other park visitors within sight so I pulled the skirt of her light summer dress up to her waist, quickly skimmed her panties down her legs and hoisted myself into her saddle as I freed my throbbing hard-on. Nadine laughed nervously but, after a quick glance in both directions, guided my cock to her waiting wet tunnel. I slid in carefully but without resistance, leading me to believe she had gotten turned on telling me about her husband. We kissed and fucked, fucked and kissed, kissed and fucked, until she had cum three times, leaving a large wet stain on the blanket. When I spotted a couple walking the lake's shoreline some distance away, I hurriedly rammed myself repeatedly into her soft opening until my balls emptied their treasure deep into her pussy. Hurriedly we gathered the blanket, our shoes, and the picnic basket and skipped to the car, laughing and joking and holding hands like teenagers. Handy Man Ch. 01 Continued in chapter 2. Handy Man Ch. 02 It is amazing how many things can go wrong with a house if not given constant attention. I spent most of five weeks just making the rounds of the worst or most annoying of those problems. In order to give me more time to work on them, I started spending some nights at Nadine's. I may not have actually gained time for the projects but I was certainly happier with my sex life and she seemed to be delighted to have my arms and body to snuggle into and sleep next to. I think I gave her something of a feeling of protection and I noticed that there were very few times when I awoke that she was not still lying very close to my body. I was afraid that my mother would be angry or at least disappointed with me for spending those nights at Nadine's house. If there had been any doubt that we were having sex before, certainly there could be none doubt now. However mom was very cordial about the arrangement, simply telling me to be careful and do a good job. Did she mean on the repair tasks or something else? Just before the end of the school semester, Nadine asked me to just move in with her. I would still be close to my mother but Nadine and I would have many more opportunities to snuggle together and share our love. Yes, I felt a deep-seated love for the older woman and by then had told her so many times. Nadine had been slow to respond but in the last couple of weeks, she had stated several times that she also was in love with me. Both of us met with mom to tell her that I would be moving in with Nadine. She asked what we would do if Nadine became pregnant and we responded simultaneously "Love it dearly!" After that, mom just shrugged, kissed each one of us and said "Stranger things have happened. I hope you both are completely happy." Shortly after my classes had ended that spring, I started work as an apprentice in a local marketing firm, the second summer I had worked for them. We had an implicit agreement that, if my work continued to be satisfactory during the summers, they would offer me a position upon my graduation, assuming the economy was still strong enough to allow some corporate growth. The third Saturday night in June, the company threw a cocktail party for its clients, their significant others, the company's staff and SOs and several prospective clients. All staff members, no matter what their job assignment, were expected to attend and take part in selling our firm to those customers.. The results could be significant growth in the company vs. possible hard times and probably some of us losing our jobs. Nadine was stunningly dressed for the party, wearing a formal black cocktail dress with no sleeves and a short skirt that showed her nice cleavage and great legs to wonderful advantage. Her long brown hair was done in long full curls that framed her lovely face. After I got us a drink, I escorted Nadine around the ballroom and introduced her to the few executives I knew, Introduced both of us to those I didn't know and to the spouses, none of which I knew. I nearly burst out in laughter several times at the astonished expressions as people realized the difference in our ages and that we were "an item." However Nadine handled everything with aplomb, never giving the impression that there was anything out of the ordinary between us. She made friends with company people and customers alike and I knew that several people were impressed that she was a writer. In fact a couple of the customer people stated that they were familiar with her work, having read some from various venues. For the remainder of the summer, I had a newfound respect at the office, especially when two customers signed contracts for multiple years of service from the company. One of them requested that we arrange for Nadine to help with the writing of some text to be used in periodical ads. It was not a requirement of the contract but Nadine was flattered and the reward was quite nice so she did the work and even enjoyed doing it. I kept thinking as Nadine caught up on sex she had missed during her marriage her sex drive would begin to wane but it didn't. Since she had a hysterectomy before we got together and no longer suffered through monthly cycles, she seemed to expect to be fucked at least once a day, and if I acted like I was too tired, she generally expressed at least mild disappointment. Needless to say, I didn't get that tired very often. Weekend days were often filled with multiple sessions, many of them dictated by the environment we found ourselves in. We both liked to explore the world we lived in and spent many weekends hiking or picnicking or driving to more distant venues. Both of us were always on the alert for times and places where we could fuck in public, because it added tremendously to the excitement of the act. Nadine especially seemed to thrive on such events and sometimes flashed her tits or ass to truckers along the highways. Thus my senior year in college just flew by. I managed to study enough to make the dean's list in seven of my eight semesters and graduated with honors. That same day I became a full-time employee of the firm ... and proposed marriage to Nadine. And she refused! She said "Baby, I had enough marriage the first time around. You and I can have everything a marriage should bring but if it falls apart I want to be able to just walk away with no regrets. Besides you know my first marriage to Parker has never been dissolved. If I did that, he would be out from under the financial obligation and I'm not ready to let the bastard off the hook. Okay?" Having said that, she took me to her bed and screwed my head off ... before screwing it back on again. One night in our third year together, we had just finished a very satisfying session for me when Nadine, snuggled under my arms, asked if I had ever thought about watching two women together or participating in FMF sessions. Well, of course I had thought of such things but I had not supposed that they ever would come to fruition. Nadine said "I was approached by a woman who is a vice-president of a national organization to raise the awareness of bi-sexual women. The organization has decided to publish a book in paperback format to try to demystify bisexuality. Several people had seen some of my earlier works and decided to ask me to write the book. I told her I was not bisexual but she said that it didn't matter. They wanted someone who could explain things clearly and I seemed to do that well. I have to admit that the money is pretty lucrative too. So I said yes." "Oh, really? Well, why not? You are a good writer" I said. "Well, the problem is that I feel like the only way I can do justice to the subject is to do some first hand research. The organization has agreed to provide a group of bisexual women who would teach me about the lifestyle. I made sure they understood you would have to agree that you don't mind if I do this and you would have to participate, meaning that the women would need to be agreeable to having sex with you. Now are you still interested?" I laughed but I was really in shock. "Baby, are you sure you want to let me fuck other women?" "Well, honey, will you love me any less if you screw a few others?" "No, I don't think so." "Well, there you are then. Its just sex. I can handle that. I think this will be different than with Parker because we're not cheating and we're participating together. But I've got to warn you that you will have to just sit and watch us sometimes." "I think I can do that." "Okay. I'll call the Veep tomorrow and tell her it's a go." Starting the following Monday, our night time habits changed dramatically. The organization asked for volunteers to teach Nadine (and me) about bisexuality. In a metropolitan area composed of over 900,000 people, the organization registered more than 37,000 bisexual women. Some of those still did not let other people in their families or friends know about their lifestyle but thousands were open about it and hundreds of those were apparently willing to share with us. At 7:47 that Monday evening, Nadine answered the doorbell and greeted a petite mid-thirtish blonde who introduced herself as Merrilee and said she was selected to be the first one to work with us. She gave Nadine a tight hug and planted a wet open-mouth kiss on Nadine's startled mouth. Then she moved over to me and gave me the same kind of kiss, which I returned in kind, but she startled even me by groping my growing erection. Obviously there were going to be very few barriers to us getting into the experiment. Nadine invited Merrilee into the den, where we spent some time getting to know each other. Merrilee said "I've been bisexual since my college days. I currently live with my friend Amy Logan. We both have boyfriends but we often share them during threesomes or foursomes, although neither of the boyfriends are bi. When I heard about the book project, I volunteered to help in any way I could because I think there is too much misinformation out there about what bisexuality actually is. Well, as it turned out I was selected to be the very first to be with you two." She walked over to Nadine and sat beside her, gently pulling on her neck until their faces met in a sensuous kiss. My cock began to throb watching the two women kissed, something I had never seriously guessed Nadine would do. In a few moments, Merrilee's fingers stole across Nadine's chest, touching and squeezing her breasts, then slipped under the him of the garment and pushed up until she was holding Nadine's naked flesh. Soon thereafter Nadine followed suit, slipping a hand under Merrilee's blouse and finding her bare breasts. For the next several minutes everything seemed to happen in slow motion as the women got to know each other progressively more intimately. First the blouses came off and after a period of oral attention to each tanned orb, they migrated to removing skirts, panties, and shoes until both of them were stark naked. At one point, Merrilee gave me a look and a gesture that I interpreted as saying "if you're going to join us, you have to take off your own clothes." Whether that's what she meant or not, I took them off. Merrilee began kissing and lightly massaging Nadine from her breasts to her feet before helping Nadine into a position where she was sitting on the front of the sofa cushion and leaning back, her legs splayed out to the sides. Pushing the coffee table away, Merrilee knelt in front of Nadine and carefully worked her tongue all around her sex before letting it snake into Nadine's little slit, causing Nadine to moan and her eyes to roll back until they were closed. Merrilee looked over her shoulder at me and slapped her wiggling bottom, a move I took as a clear invitation. I knelt between her legs and swished the head of my erection up and down her wet slot before stopping at her opening and slowly pushing into her pussy. That marked the first strange pussy I had ventured into since before that day when I first became Nadine's handy man. The scene before me was so erotic that I just held Merrilee's hips and clasped our bodies together while watching her tongue fuck my lady. Nadine started a little slow but she was soon feeling an enormous amount of pleasure from the workings of Merrilee's tongue and fingertips, causing her to moan and squirm and telling her how good it all felt. Within about a three minute span, all three of us experienced a strong orgasm. Merrilee suggested that we adjourn to our bedroom and I followed the two naked women upstairs and down the hall to the master bedroom, reveling in the similarities and differences in the two naked bottoms swaying before me. When we climbed into the big bed, there ensued a round of hugging and kissing and sensual exploring among the three of us. I felt like I had the best deal in town that night, although it seemed like both Merrilee and Nadine felt similarly. As things got a little more serious, Nadine and I got Merrilee between us, her legs spread in the air. While Nadine planted her mouth over Merrilee's clit and the top of her pussy, I got the bottom of her cunt and her anal valley. Although I had on rare occasions eaten my cum from Nadine's sweet cunt, it was the first time for me to taste it from another woman's quim and especially the first time for me to taste pussy while my tongue tangled with another. Nadine didn't seem to mind sharing Merrilee with me. And Merrilee let me have my way with her, just as long as she got to spend roughly equal time with Nadine she was happy. And Nadine, for someone who had never even expressed bi-curious interests, seemed very happy to serve or be served by the other woman. I couldn't have been happier. With two women to please, four strong but soft hands to fill, two warm wet mouths to feed, four luscious titties to nurse, two precious pussies to penetrate, four luscious curvy buttocks to nestle up to and all the myriad other delights of two loving ladies, I couldn't think of a single reason not to be ecstatic. I went to sleep watching the women once again kissing with Nadine between Merrilee and me. I woke up a couple of times in the night to the gentle movements of the bed as the two women nursed on the other's clit. It seemed to me that, for a simple overnight "training session" the two women had hit it off amazingly well. In the morning, Merrilee said "There is so much interest in this project, I doubt I will ever get another turn to sleep with you guys but I loved having this opportunity. I would put this night in the better category of all the ones I have had.. So ... if you don't mind, lovers, I'd like to have a farewell fuck." Nadine and I both well all for that. With Merrilee on her back, I got between her legs and eased my cock into her slightly sore pussy. Nadine straddled Merrilee's head and lowered herself until she was resting on her knees and her pussy was right above Merrilee's mouth. As Merrilee at Nadine and I fucked Merrilee, Nadine and I tongue-fucked each other. Merrilee has not been worked back into the schedule. We have had two new visitors every week, one on Monday nights and one on Thursday nights, except for two nights when Nadine was visiting a New York publisher. I am still amazed that every woman is so similar and yet so different, making all of the experiences so unique. We are near the end of the original eighteen month plan although because so many of the women requested additions or changes to the book's outline, Nadine is probably another six months from completing the assignment. She thinks the organization just might be willing to continue the arrangement with us because we have actually been able to fornicate with so few of the ladies who volunteered to help with our education. I think it is safe to say that Nadine is truly bisexual now, her curiosity having been satisfied that she loves having sex with women although she says that her main requirement is still a man's ... her man's ... hard cock. I have not changed my position on my own bisexuality ... I'm still straight and have no interest in having any kind of sex with another man. However I have no problem having sex with multiple women or watching while those partners explore themselves. Nadine has confided in me that she thinks when the assignment is over, she is going to need regular infusions of pussy into our sex lives ... if I can live with that. I think I can struggle through any problems that occur with the lifestyle.