2 comments/ 12705 views/ 4 favorites Fire and Ash Ch. 03 By: BogartsBoss As we moved into spring changes were happening around my house; Laurie had moved in bag and baggage, the women had gone shopping for a larger bed, and somehow I found myself almost a stranger in my own home. Oh, they didn't change everything at once - first the old couch went and a new one appeared, I have to admit that was a good thing as the old one had a lot of sag to it. Then the coffee and side tables changed, and that was okay too after all they didn't match the new couch. But when they started measuring my favorite chair I laid down the law and they countered that it didn't match the couch. As Laurie put it; "Mack honey, that may have been stylish twenty years ago ... but that is one sorry looking color now. Besides, I have something in mind I'm sure you'll find acceptable - you do trust me, don't you?" When you're defeated - accept it gracefully. A few days later a delivery truck from the same high-end store that had supplied our other new furniture rolled up and the driver and his helper pulled a large paper wrapped object from the back. I stood at the curb watching as my new chair was revealed: buttery soft, light caramel leather that just glowed in the spring sun. Man, if you can fall in love with furniture I think I did. Ash and Laurie directed its placement next to the old one (have you ever seen a chair cringe? I swear that old blue chair did - it knew it was done.) I had to admit there was no comparison. I watched as the men unceremoniously tossed old blue into the back of the truck and drove off - I could only hope the blue chair was going to a charity and not straight to the dump. Back in the house my two lovelies had arranged everything to their satisfaction, and as I stood there it occurred that my life really had changed quite a bit. "This evening we'll give the chair a test run." Laurie smilingly informed me. "Do what?" I dumbly asked, still trying to shift mental gears. "You know," added Ash; "break it in, give it a cum baptism, oil up the leather." Finally catching on, I gathered my laughing vixens for hugs, kisses, and thank yous. This might be a great chair in more ways than one. ******* We had developed a ... I don't want to call it a ritual, because it wasn't, maybe system would be a good way to describe it ... on nights when there was a lot of sex planned we would eat somewhat lightly; fish and vegetables rather than meat and potatoes, so to speak. That night it was salmon, rice and steamed vegetables with a chardonnay. Dinner was pleasant – as always – with everyone anticipating the evening; the women teasing me about what they had in mind and me returning the favors. As the ladies cleared the table, they had me try out my new chair. Good lord, that thing is like sitting on a leather wrapped cloud! And that was the softest leather I'd ever felt. Well except for the couch, but still ... It wasn't a tight fit - in fact you could almost squeeze another person in, which of course had me thinking of the possibilities. But I sat there, head back, feet up, just relaxing with my eyes closed when the girls came in the room. "Aww, look at him. He's so cute." "Maybe," I heard Ashley reply; "but we'll take care of that right now. C'mon Mack, wakee, wakee." "Leave me alone, I'm in heaven." "Hah! You wish! Come on, baby, it's mama's turn." Opening my eyes revealed two nude women before me; hands on hips and legs spread, their nipples glowing in the lamp light and moisture tickling at their slits. My night had begun. Laurie extended her hand, guiding me from the chair into Ashley's arms. I spent several wonderful minutes as we three exchanged kisses. Then they began stripping me until I was as nude as they. Laurie turned me into her arms as Ash slipped into the chair. "Now let's begin." She said. She had levered the chair back to full recline and spread her legs onto the arms. "Mack honey, come get dessert." Who can resist a wide open pussy dripping nectar? Definitely not me! I dropped to my knees, my hands caressing her beautiful thighs, sniffing the tantalizing aroma of honey and spice from her dripping center. Now it was my turn to tease – my tongue lightly trailed down one thigh then the other. I kissed behind each knee; my fingers drew lazily along her calves. The more I teased, the greater her moans, and when she'd crossed her tolerance level she grabbed my head and pulled me to her pussy. "Eat me, Dammit, I can't wait any more!" Ah, but I knew she could because I teased her gaping hole with my tongue – sometimes one side, then the other, over the top (but not on the clit), then across the bottom all the way to her butt hole. When it went crazy winking at me I knew she'd run through her first orgasm. Before that had tapered off I sucked deeply on both lips at once and then drove my tongue deep within her. Her clit was an excellent path out as I drew my tongue up and over it. Only after her second orgasm did I realize she'd been holding me forcibly against her. I sat back gasping for air, admiring the beautiful view before me; Ashley's pussy literally panting as she came down, above that her breasts heaving as she fought for air, and even further up – her eyes; glazed and glowing. I had done well. "Mack, you've just set a new standard in cunnilingus. Are you going to be able to match that with me?" "Laurie honey, all I can do is try." ******* We sipped wine as Ashley recovered, finally staggering over to the couch and splaying out like a rag doll. Laurie took her a glass, and then whispered something to her. Ashley just smiled and nodded her head. I turned to wipe the large wet spot left by Ashley but Laurie stopped me; "I meant it, we're baptizing this chair. Now do me big boy. Let's see what you've got." Once again duty called: another pussy lay spread before me, legs draped over chair arms. I looked up into Laurie's eyes - seeing blazing lust as she waited. As with Ashley, I started on Laurie's thighs, calves and knees -but with Laurie my attack changed; I pushed her butt higher and went after her anus. Laurie is so sensitive there that just a few swipes has her howling, and I didn't stop until she clamped my head between her thighs. One orgasm. When she relaxed and I got a breath I lightly rubbed the hood just above her clit, as she arched up I sucked her clit hard against my teeth; causing her to jump. "Damn! Every time you do that I climb walls!" "Want me to stop?" "God no! Whatever you do ... don't stop now ... please don't stop ... I'm just there – a little more, Mack, just a little ... AAAHHHH!" I'd given her that little more. Then it was time to really have fun with her; I'd learned Laurie was one massive set of nerves in her pussy and I sought every one of them. I started by licking her cunt lips; one by one – slowly ... when she released my hair I went for the clit hood – not the clit, not yet, just the hood. Tickling, licking, sucking, I had her climbing walls. And then I went for her clit itself – sucking it firmly against my strumming tongue as I shoved two fingers in and up to her G-spot ... Orgasm two! When she had relaxed enough that I could remove my fingers (and shake some feeling back) I slowly and lovingly swiped my tongue the length of her saturated pussy. Lord, there is nothing like the juices from a woman! Laurie gave me one more shuddering climax before collapsing back in the chair, begging for a break. Ashley dove in – first kissing, then licking my face clean, then diving into Laurie's gapping maw, sucking juices avidly. Laurie's gurgling moan revealed another orgasm. ****** Ashley brought us more wine as Laurie recovered and then the girls announced it was my turn. Now ... these two had done everything to me except renew my virginity, I was sure I could handle whatever they had in mind. Yeah. So they had me lay back in the chair – just like them – first Ashley slowly licked my cock to a nice, solid hardness, then Laurie leaned in - sucking me to rock hardness. She held my cock up as Ash climbed onto my lap and lowered herself, stopping as her pussy gripped my cock head. She rose and fell (slightly) never losing her grip. She slid down until her butt rested on my thighs. "Laurie and I have another idea ..." I couldn't even grasp those words. Not at first. Then I responded with all my intellectual power; "Wha?" Ash quickly lifted off me and then held my cock upright as Laurie slid into place. The velvet vise slid down – every muscle rippling across my meat – announcing her presence. She posted on me for several minutes, the velvet vise driving me to the edge of cumming. And then she stopped. "Ashley and I have been talking. We think we need a larger house." While I was still trying to grasp what was going on they swapped again. Ashley licked my cock several times and mounted my hips, her well-oiled puss sliding over my pole easily. We groaned in unison as she rose and fell several times. And then she stopped. "Laurie and I believe we need a bigger house, we definitely need a larger bedroom and you need a new garage." I tried thrusting up, but sweet Ashley put a hand on my chest and pushed firmly; looking me in the eye she said again; "We need a new house." "And you think this is the way to get it?" "No silly, we just wanted to have your undivided attention. You don't have to agree now, just think about it later. 'K?" And she hopped off. To be followed by her fellow vixen, Laurie. When her love tunnel gripped my shaft I knew I was done. When you're defeated ... accept it ... gracefully. This time when I pushed upward it was met with a smile and a counter thrust. Laurie rose and fell on me; her tits bouncing, a sheen of perspiration on her skin, and her head thrown back in joy. And then she came. Damn did she come! A fully roiling, leg quivering, stomach clenching orgasm that just seemed to go on forever. I'd have come too but her inner muscles had me in such a grip that I couldn't. And I damn well wanted to. Laurie fell off to the side, and Ashley helped her to the couch then spun back and without a word dropped back onto my lap; one hand guiding my straining pole into her. "Come on Mack, give it to me, come on honey, NOW!" And I did. If I have ever come that hard, it had to have been long ago, 'cause I swear to god I blacked out for a moment. When I opened my eyes Ash was just coming down from her own orgasm – a look of happiness on her face. "See Mack, we broke in the chair." "I think you broke me too." "Nah, you'll be fine. You're a strong old fart." ******* When women have decided on a course of action (especially two in concert) the wise man nods his head and says; "Yes dear." I may not always be the sharpest pencil in the box at times, but I could see they were right; we did need a larger place. And the thought of a garage with lots of work room instead of the one-holer I had now ... that did sound good. Naturally these two already had a place in mind. The next day we drove just thirty minutes from our current place to a large two story house set back in a forested section of town. The sign said 'Bank Foreclosure' and the house and lawn had an unkempt look about them. A driveway led past the house and I could see one corner of an out building. We walked around the property while we waited for a real estate agent, and I noticed several features; the house appeared to be less than ten years old, but hadn't been repainted so that would have to be done. Obviously the yard was a total mess, but that could be left to Laurie and Ashley. The garage actually looked fairly large with a large double door plus a single beside it – three bays? Cool! The realtor arrived at that point, so we did the inside tour: first down stairs then up. Tile entryway led to hardwood floored living/dining room. Stairs leading up. Half bath under the stairs. Back to the kitchen where we found tiled floors and pecan cabinets. No appliances, obviously, and everything needed a thorough cleaning. But at least all the fixtures were there. Upstairs were three bedrooms and two full baths. The tub in the master bath hadn't been cleaned in months and the shower in the other bath was just as bad. Carpeting in all the bedrooms looked like raccoons had been camping on them and of course all the curtain rods were gone – in one room it looked as if they'd been literally ripped down. The girls had started out talking enthusiastically about the house, but by the time they got to the master bath - silence. The place was pretty grim. "Let's go check the garage while we're here." Surprise. A complete opposite of the house; aside from a layer of dust it was neat and complete. It even had a large air compressor tucked back in one corner. If it had a lift it'd be perfect. "Give us five minutes." I said to the agent. When she had returned to her car, I turned to Ash and Laurie; "Mack, we're sorry, we didn't realize how bad this was ..." "Never mind that, how much are they asking?" "Three hundred and forty thousand ..." "I won't go that much. By the way, since you two brought this up; how were you planning on paying for it?" "The couple renting my house wants to buy it, which could be a couple hundred thousand there." "And I want to sell mine so maybe another two hundred thousand, and if we sell yours we would have plenty to fix this one." The fire was back in their eyes. "Let's talk to the agent." ******* One advantage to being an old guy; you've seen a lot of shit over the years. Heard a lot too. I offered them a laughable two hundred thousand, which the bank rejected, they came back at three twenty, and I couldn't kick that back fast enough. I knew by this point the house had been empty almost a year, and that bank had to really want to get rid of it, so I made them another offer; repair everything to my satisfaction, including paint inside and out and I'd go three hundred thousand. We waited almost two weeks, the girls began looking at other houses even though they'd fallen in love with the first, and I contacted a friend in the realty business for selling advice on my house. ******* Three months later we moved into our new home. When you've lived in one place for more than twenty years you can accumulate a lot of stuff, and man I had. It took us three trips with a rental truck just to empty my house, two more for Laurie's. Obviously Ashley didn't have that problem. Then there was my garage; I wasn't going to put all that crap in the back of my project pickup for a couple reasons. First – The whole thing had been totally repainted, and I didn't want to chip it. Secondly, it wasn't running reliably yet; probably a vacuum leak, but I hadn't found it, and I didn't want a dead truck full of tools sitting beside the road. So I spent a day just loading the rental, then put the pickup on a dolly, and off we went. The pickup went into the single bay – that was going to be my work side, and it took me another day to off load everything. The girls offered help, but I gave them the house to organize (as long as I didn't trip over stuff I was fine with whatever they did), and I happily began moving tools. That was one well laid out garage! The previous owner knew what he was doing in there. ******* If you want to make a couple women happy, just tell them they can organize a house any way they want; I'd wander in for coffee, and they'd be in the kitchen or living room moving things around, music playing and them laughing as they tried arrangements. They knocked the spare bedroom and the office out in no time, but seemed to take forever getting the master bedroom just so. I didn't mind; we were going to be spending a lot of time in there. ******* It took four days to get everything moved and the house organized, then another while we recouped our strength. But day six ... We began with a leisurely breakfast – nothing major to do but admire our new home. We strolled the property, exploring landscaping ideas, considering possibilities. We had more privacy than first realized; wooded on three sides, a small (probably seasonal) creek along the back property line and an electrical transmission line with its wide right-of-way beyond that. Other than the occasional work crew or hiker we would be to ourselves. And yet there was a store just fifteen minutes away. How great is that? The girls wanted a patio added off the back – yep, fine with me. I'm not big on the whole grilling thing – oh, I'll do the occasional burgers or steak, but I leave the serious cooking to others; but the ladies were talking about sunbathing on the patio ... and that I was all for! While we were walking and talking Hoover was busy sniffin' and pissin'; leaving his calling card everywhere. At one point he stirred up a couple deer. Dog was completely baffled by them. Ash and Laurie thought they were great. I couldn't help but think 'forget roses'. ******* Eventually we ended back at the house with the girls coyly asking what I'd like to do next. Now I love my girls, but they'd been running things in the bedroom a little too much. Time for Mack to be boss. I took Laurie by the hand, just saying; "Follow me." With Ash trailing, I led them to our bedroom – stopping in the middle of the room. "Stand here – Ash, go sit in that chair." I picked up one of several scarves I'd laid on the bed, and stepped behind Laurie; "From here on you do everything I say, understand?" She nodded, but I felt a tension from her as I covered her eyes. A new experience perhaps? Leaving Laurie standing, I turned to Ash. Without a word I signaled that she should stand, and then I removed all her clothes. With a finger to her lips I indicated she should remain silent. Laurie was straining to hear, and the sounds of Ash's clothes rustling to the floor must have intrigued her. Stepping behind her I whispered in her ear; "Do you trust me?" She nodded. I pulled her hair aside and laid a trail of kisses from the ear down her neck and along the shoulder. My hands slid around her sides to cup full breasts. A moan escaped her lips. I shifted to her other ear; "Will you do anything I say?" She nodded. I laid a trail of kisses from ear to shoulder, firmly cupping breasts and pulling her against me. My fingers found the buttons down the front of her blouse; one by one I loosened them – my fingers tickling her skin. I stepped back – removing her blouse and setting it aside. I waved Ashley over, signaling that she take my place. She cupped Laurie's breasts, pushing breasts against back. Again Laurie moved as she felt the warm globes. Ash's fingers gently released the front clasp of the bra, pulling it aside and gently caressing the bare breasts. Laurie shuddered and let her head fall back against Ash's cheek. What a beautiful sight! Feminine hands caressing another woman's tits. Ashley delighted in teasing her bedmate; her hands caressing nipples and flesh as lips trailed across neck and shoulders. Ashley's nipples grew hard as they dragged across the bare back before her. Every touch, caress, nibble sent both into small paroxysms of joy. I knelt before Laurie, releasing the buttons on her shorts and pushing them over her hips. I laid a trail of kisses down from her navel, at her panty waist my fingers slipped under the material – again tickling skin as I drew them down. Of course I couldn't pass on the temptation of skin just inches from my lips; I kissed and nibbled from belly button to clit hood as the panties dropped to the floor, and when Laurie's knees buckled I knew she was ready for the next step. Ashley and I guided our "prey" to the bed; laying her across, with her feet dangling, and arms spread wide. Using more scarves I tied her to head and foot posts. She kept turning her head side to side; obviously trying to make sense of all she was feeling and hearing. Fire and Ash Ch. 03 We knelt either side of her; our hands softly rubbing up and down her velvety frame. Ashley mirrored my movements as I lowered to the nearest nipple, first kissing gently, and then sucking it in firmly against my teeth. "Oh God! What are you guys doing to me?" "Shh, my pretty, you are in our hands." She moaned. I signaled Ashley to the bedside, and then to her knees. Without word she spread Laurie's knees; her hands stroking thighs even as she spread them. Leaning forward she blew onto the gaping pussy. Laurie arched; trying to push her mound to the breeze, but Ash knew the game and pulled back that little bit. As Ash gave all her attention to the sweet pussy, I pawed her breasts; shocking her with the contrasts, pinching nipples and then softly patting them. I licked those hard nubs, and then sucked them against my teeth. "JESUS!" cried Laurie. Ash pushed one, then two fingers deep into the gaping hole she was licking at. Laurie was bouncing all over and we were struggling to hold onto her. I untied Laurie and quickly flipped her over – tying her again to the bed. I stepped behind her now prominent ass and rubbed it firmly; spreading cheeks and then running thumbs against her rosebud. "Damnit Mack, what are you doing? Oh, shit! Don't stop ... no wait ... I need a break ... Ah!" That came when my tongue drove into her pulsating sphincter. I licked madly; I knew what my target would be tonight, and I knew it would be a first for Laurie. I held her down, spreading cheeks and doing everything I could to excite the wonderful woman in my hands. When I felt she was ready I stood and rubbed my cock all the way from the top of her ass to the mound of her clit, and then back again. With Laurie pushing desperately against me I eased into her dripping pussy. The walls quivered against my shaft, but she was so distracted she couldn't focus on squeezing my cock. When I felt well lubed I stood back and looked down; her pussy was pulsing open and shut and her ass just gaped open – an invitation I couldn't pass on. I held my cock against the inviting opening, and the pushed slightly; "Mack! Wait! I've never done that!" "Then this will be interesting. I asked if you would do anything ... you agreed ... do you trust me?" "Yes, but ..." "Patience love, let's see how this goes ... ok?" She nodded, but I could feel her tensing. I rubbed her back and buttocks; easing the tightness again. I pushed in – stopping just partially in and waiting for her butt to open on its own. And very soon it did. I slipped a good inch in; the sphincter closing behind my cock head. Someone moaned. Or maybe we both did. All I know is my cock was in virgin territory, and she didn't seem to mind. I looked up at Ashley who had fallen back against the headboard- her hands buried between her legs; her eyes were huge and she was barely breathing. "Damn, I didn't think she would take it." "I never thought about it!" Squeaked Laurie; "I can't believe he's in there. Mack, let me get a breath. " Moments later she pressed back; signal she was ready for more. I pushed in – deeper and deeper, until my hips settled against her cheeks. My hands on her hips, I waited for her to adapt. Just seconds later she pressed back again; she was ready! First slowly, and then with increasing speed and force, I drove into the tight tunnel. I was moaning and groaning, Laurie Just kept yelling; "More! More!" And Ash was thrashing around on her hand. I didn't last long. There is no way I could have. But Damn, I gave her everything I had, for as long as I could. When I did hit my wall I came. God almighty I came! I drained everything I had up that marvelous ass, and when I was finished all I could do was slump onto her back; pushing her down to the mattress. I felt her shaking under me as one tremendous orgasm after another rocked through her. Finally I was able to roll off her, and Ashley untied her hands and then the blindfold; helping Laurie roll to her back. She pulled her knees to her chest and rolled back on her side. Ashley cuddled behind her, wrapping her arms about Laurie. I lay in front of Laurie; "Honey, are you alright?" She opened her eyes and nodded slightly. After a moment she said; "yeah ... I'm ok. I just never experienced anything so intense. Mack ... thank you for that, but I don't know if I'll ever go there again. It's not that it hurt, after a while it didn't, it was just ... I ..." ******* We invited my sister up for the Fourth of July; she would see our new house, get to meet Ashley and Laurie in person, and perhaps help us with plans for our wedding. The girls were happily making preparations for her arrival when Angie called, asking if Dylan could come along. He had some time off and wanted to look around up here. We would put Angie in the spare bedroom and Dylan on a couch in the office. ******* As part of the Fourth of July celebration in town there would be an informal car show along Main Street. Laurie had persuaded me that would be the proper place to introduce the truck to the world. She had minored in art in college and volunteered to make up placards to display the rebuild of the rig. Luckily I had taken lots of pictures as I worked. She took up most of the office for the next two weeks, but wouldn't let me see anything until she finished. But when the project was finished I was knocked for a loop! She had out done herself; in just three twelve by twenty-four sheets she followed the truck from pile-o-rust to sparkling blue beauty. ****** Angie and Dylan arrived on the third. I hadn't seen them since her surgery and was amazed at her recovery; she'd dropped maybe fifty pounds and trimmed up in the process. She was dressed stylishly without being flashy. Her smile was infectious. If there is such a thing as typical lineman, Dylan was getting there; tall with a slim waist and muscular upper body. Like his mother he had a smile a mile wide, and an easy laugh. Most importantly, to me at least, he had a good sense of himself; he was comfortable in his skin and carried himself well. We sat around that night just talking. At one point Laurie asked Angie why she was so accepting of our arrangement. "Oh," she said with a little smile; "been there, done that." "What?" Said Dylan and I in unison. "It's about time to tell everyone, but especially you Dylan, the whole story." "There was a time I lived with, and loved, two men. One was your father Dylan, and the other was Mike Ward. This was before you were born honey. Mike was a very good friend of ours since high school and all through college. In fact, he lived with us our last two years there. At first it was just friends, but the more I was around Mike the more I appreciated his humor and gentleness. One night I realized I loved him. I didn't do anything about it, but I did begin noticing that Mike was acting differently towards me – and I was probably acting a bit different too. Anyway, your father- you know how sensitive he was to other people's moods, well he sat the two of us down one night and just asked us outright what was going on?" Angie paused for a minute, maybe she was remembering back. "Well, at first I tried to deny anything was happening; truthfully nothing really had. Mike didn't say much at first, just looked back and forth, then he just piped up; 'I love Angie.'" We all sat stunned, except Ashley who just smiled and nodded. "Your father just said he knew that and wanted to know what we had done about it. 'Nothing,' said Mike; 'I wouldn't do that.' Then he turned to me; 'Do you love him?' Well, I wasn't about to lie, especially to your father; I just loved him too much. So all I could do was nod. He nodded and said; 'I thought so. What are we going to do about it?' You know how logical he could be; if he saw a problem, he just had to solve it. Well, Mike volunteered to move out, and I must have done something at that – I think I gasped –but your father just said; 'Nonsense. We both love her, and if Angie is willing, well ... how about we share her?'" "So you shared yourself with them?" "Dylan ... if you get the chance to be the center of two people loving you, honestly and openly the way Mack, Laurie and Ashley do – take it! It's not guaranteed to last – nothing is – grab that chance and I'll support you all the way." "So what happened?" "Oh, we finished college together, your father became a CPA, and Mike sold cars. He was proud to say he never lied to a customer, and I believed him – he just didn't need to; he was the best salesman month after month at the dealership. In fact they were grooming him for management." "Were? What happened?" "You know how there's the joke about stories starting out with a dark and stormy night? Well, on one of those Mike was coming home from a late night at the dealership ... and he ... he was broadsided by a drunk. The bastard already had three DUIs and wasn't even supposed to be driving. Mike died at the scene. I was going to tell them that night I was pregnant. Instead I had to tell your father the next day after we had called Mike's folks." "How far along were you?" "Six weeks. I never checked for paternity. Either man could have been your biological father Dylan, but it wouldn't have mattered, both would have been your dad and your father never asked." We all sat in the darkness, just able to see each other's face: Angie looked at peace, as if she had shed a burden. The girls looked a bit stunned, but Dylan didn't – I think he'd always had a few questions. I know damn well he didn't look much like his father. "Oh, one other thing; Ashley, Laurie, nothing against my brother, he is a fine man, but if you should ever have the chance at two men at the same time ..." And with the women all laughing we went to bed. ******* On the Fourth we were set up on the shady side of Main. It might not be the best for showing off the truck's paint, but I preferred staying cool. Cars on display ranged from Model Ts to the latest Corvettes in the cars, and there were all sorts of trucks from old Studebakers and Willys to dozens of Fords and Chevys with the odd Dodge here and there. When I pulled in I did a quick scan of the street, and found an opening between a white '56 Chev and a burgundy early sixties T-bird; I figured the blue Ford 150 would look nice in that company. The 'Bird was a little bit tired looking, but the Chev was pristine. I chatted with them off and on through the day, both had retired and were in my age group (golden), and the T-bird was all original – the owner got it from his dad. Jack Williams – owner of the Chev, made it a hobby to restore them; specializing in '56s.Chuck (I never did get his last name) was planning a rebuild on the T-bird, but I had the feeling he was never going to get to it. The girls joined me, and we pulled the placards and their easels from the back of the truck along with collapsible chairs and a cooler. I popped the hood to show off the Mustang engine and we sat back to watch the people stroll by. Every now and then someone would stop to ask questions, but mostly the crowd just looked as they walked by. Until this one asshole showed up. It was early afternoon, Ashley and Laurie were wandering the street – I suspect they'd actually headed for the jewelry booths – and Jack and Chuck had joined me to chat. "Oh shit, I don't need this." Mumbled Jack. I looked up to see a chubby guy in his forties or fifties eyeballing Jack's Chev; he kept shaking his head as he looked it over. I figured he must be someone that really knew the model from the way he acted, but then he moved to my truck and started the same act. Now, I didn't know this asshole from Adam – but his attitude was pissing me off. "Hi, can I answer any questions?" I asked. "No, just looking," Chubby said; "but I don't think you should have done the truck like this. The color is all wrong, the interior isn't appropriate for a truck, and I don't even know what to say about the engine." Then he moved over to jack's Thunderbird; "I don't think this car should have been shown – it's just not right. It shouldn't have been allowed." Only Jack's hand on my arm kept me in my chair while Asshole moved on. "Who the fuck was that?" Jack shook his head. "That, my friend is The Reverend Mr. Whitworth. You'd think someone named after tools wouldn't be such a tool himself, but he does this every year – critiques a car that he knows nothing about, and then moves on before the owner can kick his ass." Chuck chimed in: "He's the same as a minister; I attend his church and he doesn't have anything good to say about anyone." "So why does the congregation keep him?" "He has the executive committee intimidated." "Does he have a car on display?" "The church supplies a Cadillac, that's the extent of his real car knowledge. It'll be parked in front of the church a block down." ******* When the girls returned I told them Jack and I were going for a walk. We strolled along; admiring several cars as we went. At the church the good Reverend was holding court with several parishioners. Jack and I began looking the parked Cadillac over, making obvious comments to each other about its condition. "Gentlemen! Can I help you?" Clearly he didn't recognize us, so I decided it was fun time; "Yes, I was thinking about getting a model like this – how do you like it?" "Oh, it's an excellent automobile. I highly recommend it." "Huh," said jack; "it looks kinda dirty, don't you ever clean it?" "Is that a cum stain on the back seat?" "Jeesus, "said Jack;" that is a cum stain! Reverend, where are you taking your wife?" "Nah, no one fucks there wife in the car – not if you've got a bed." Jack looked over at the minister and said; "No one should be allowed to put a car like that on display until they at least clean it up." I looked in the Caddie again, and something on the floor caught my eye; "Is that a condom?" We heard a woman's voice from the crowd; "Roger! What did that man just say? You're not going to put up with that are you?" A definitely large woman pushed her way through the bystanders (most of them snickering), "Roger! What's going on?" I grabbed my companion; "C'mon, our work here is done." ******* Yaknow, Chuck and Jack were pretty nice guys; Chuck told us he just didn't have a lot of money to spend on the 'Bird, so Jack offered to help him a bit. I felt for Chuck – it was a shame to see that second generation Thunderbird in such sad shape. Don't get me wrong – Jack was still proud of it; it had been his dad's from new. "Mack – could Chuck do some work in our garage? You're not doing much right now." "Ash honey, you're right." I turned to him; "Come on over – we'll start with a full inspection – see what we can do on your budget." "Hell," said Jack; "I'll come over to help. Just tell me where and when." "Damn guys, I really appreciate that, can I at least bring the beer?" ******* While we were all sitting back in a pleasant glow Angie and Dylan came strolling up. "Brother, this is one strange town. There's a big woman beating the hell out of some man down by that church." We pulled a couple more camp chairs out of the pickup and handed out beers to everyone. "Mack ... that is one sweet looking truck. Would you consider selling?" "Sorry Dylan - not yet. But I'll tell you what; when I'm ready you'll have the first call. Fair enough?" ******* We meander home a little after five and set up on the patio. The girls had convinced me to grill up burgers and fortunately I didn't burn anything so we had a pleasant meal. As dusk slowly took over the sky we all sat back nursing wine or beers, and just enjoyed the evening. Until, that is, until my loving sister sat up and asked; "Well Mack, have you guys decided when you're getting married?" ************ Fire and Ash Ch. 04 Hi. Ashley again. Mack is a dear, and if he's doing a project such as his truck he's a stickler for details, but when it came to the planning for our wedding ...well, as they say at the VA- he was MIA. Oh, don't get me wrong; he wanted to marry us, he just didn't know how to plan for it. I truly believe he thought he could just snap his fingers and it would be done. Laurie and I didn't mind; this would let us put our stamp on our marriage - to let us tell all our friends and family this was truly what we wanted. It actually went amazingly easy, well most of it did. We decided our new backyard was the perfect venue, and maybe all we'd need would be a tent in case of a shower. Catering could be by friends of Laurie, and Angie knew the perfect minister for our needs. All we needed was a date; far enough out for all the planning, but not so far as to be into fall showers. We settled on the Saturday after Labor Day. ********* I've never had a summer go by so fast; it seemed we'd just got home from the Fourth of July car show, when suddenly Labor Day was just days away. I can't say it was a boring summer, no way; if the girls were at work, Jack and Chuck were over and we cleaned up the 'Bird. It didn't need much so far as parts were concerned; Chuck and his dad had done a good job of protecting the basic car, but the paint and interior were tired, many of the hoses and belts past their replacement date, and the brakes were on their last legs. Well, we jacked that puppy up, and over three days rebuilt the brakes, changed all the hoses and belts, and changed the oil and filters on the engine and the transmission. Chuck was amazed at the difference when he pulled out of my garage; the tranny shifted crisply, the brakes dug in NOW, and the engine purred like he hadn't heard in a while. Jack tried to convince him that a manual would be a better (more fun) choice than a slush box, and I pushed him to get more power, but he wouldn't listen to us; "No guys, this is the way my dad bought it, and this is how I'll keep it." We did convince him that a good cleaning of the interior would help, and a lot of buffing on the paint would pay dividends, and by the time he'd finished rubbing out the oxidized paint it did look fairly decent. ******* We'd actually moved into a pretty active neighborhood. Sure, the houses were spread; everyone had at least an acre, and several had five plus, but everyone knew each other, and the first sunny weekend we had been invited to a gathering several houses down the street. The Lowries were the original owners of much of the land, and it had been parceled ten years before when Ken retired from teaching. They were an interesting couple; not only had he been a history teacher, but he also coached the varsity baseball team and was still active as an assistant coach. Sharon had been a pediatric nurse until she retired, and still volunteered at the hospital maternity ward. Meantime they had a collection of farm equipment and half a dozen goats along with a few barn cats and a couple dogs. Between us were the Sandovals – Enrique and Inez – middle aged with two kids in college, she was a weaver, and he enjoyed long distance bike riding. Across from them were the Hudsons; another retired couple who were mostly into gardening. When we arrived at the Lowries' Ken greeted us at the door, and raised an eyebrow when I introduced my companions, but he said nothing – just nodded and introduced us to his wife. She dragged Laurie and Ashley off to meet the other women while Ken put a beer in my hand and led me to the other men. "So do you always split up like this?" I wondered. "What? Oh I see what you mean; generally for the first half hour or so we split up like this while everyone catches up on the things that interest us, then it's a general free for all." Ken smiled in reply. Enrique stuck his hand out; "The women don't want to hear about my latest bike ride, and the guys tolerate a little bragging ... as long as I don't get too smug." Larry Hudson said; "I do five and six mile rides and get a good workout, HE goes twenty five and complains that he couldn't get warmed up." I smiled at Larry; "You're my kind of rider. If you want company let me know." All in all we had a good time, everyone was pleasant, no one asked prying questions, and the girls were bubbling about meeting the neighbors. ******* While the bank had repaired and repainted the house, they hadn't done more than cut down the wildly tall "lawn", leaving the landscaping to us. Ash and Laurie spent large portions of their weekends working the flower beds in a constant battle with the weeds. After the second weekend of them aching and groaning I dropped in at a local spa shop and ordered some relief for my lovers. It took two more weeks, but when everything was done – let's just say they really appreciated the hot tub. And I really appreciated them. Now don't think I just do these things out of the goodness of my heart – well I do, sorta – but hell, a good hot soak felt good on my bones too, and yeah, I did plan on a lot of hot times in the tub. Well .... That didn't happen the first weekend. Not because the girls didn't think of it, but we had spent all weekend hauling rocks and brush out of much of the front yard. I swear some asshole had been dumping his crap in the yard while the house had been empty. Talking with the Hudsons we learned a strange truck had pulled into our driveway several times, even as the house was being renovated. I figured if that s-o-b came back I planned on taking out his tires – at the least. One day a beat up pickup did cruise by slowly, but the driver saw me and they went on. There was some kind of lawn care sign on the side, but it was as ratty as the truck. ******* Ah, but then there was THE Friday: it was the Friday leading into the third weekend since the hot tube was up and running. Ashley and Laurie arrived a bit late from work, big smiles and lots of chatter – several bags of groceries and one that clinked. It was obvious there would be no work tonight. There was no subtlety that night – they came through the door shedding clothes left and right. When the last wispy piece fluttered to the floor they stood in the middle of the living room tit to tit, pube to pube, arms wrapped tightly around each other, and locked in one of the longest and deepest kisses I have ever seen. When they did finally come up for air it was with deep whooshes and almost simultaneous; "Wow! I needed that!" and then laughter. Then my vixens jumped me, stripping clothes from me in a furious dance. Before I could catch my breath they started kissing me; first one and then the other until I didn't know who I was kissing. (Not that it mattered much) Suddenly one was on her knees sucking my already half-masted erection into full hardness, then she swapped places and the other was down and fellating me. This went on until I begged for mercy pleading that I was about to blow. Only then did they relent, both smiling as they led me to the spa. We relaxed for a while, sipping wine and just catching up with each other's day. Suddenly a quick signal seemed to pass between them, and they snuggled up against me – hands gropping for my dick. This time I was ready for them and I had both hands exploring pussy to my right and left. It was great; I could turn left and kiss to my hearts delight, and then turn the other way and start all over. Never losing the hot, tight feeling of clasping vagina on both hands. Heaven was nearing. I pulled Laurie up to the spa edge and dove head first into her pussy. There was no drawn out seduction tonight – we had too much pent up need. I buried myself in her; licking, nibbling, almost biting. I vaguely felt her hand pulling me to her but I was in my own little honey-scented world. I could have stayed there much longer, but Ashley was tugging me up - wanting her turn. Who could resist? I turned to my other love – her legs spread wide in lustful invitation. Again I dove in, savoring the sensory differences; strawberries and almonds rather than honey, wisps of red gold hair, a much more prominent mound. Oh yes, I was another step closer to heaven. Soon Laurie tugged at me, and when I looked up she was draped over the spa edge, her beautiful ass open and asking for my time. As I rose behind her I realized I was hard as a rock. A quick swipe with my fingers confirmed she was wet and ready, and Ashley's fingers drawing me to the slit before us only confirmed we were acting as one. Sliding into Laurie can be an adventure in lasting: there are times she is as tight as a too small condom, but not this night; she wanted to be fucked and she wanted it now! I slipped into her, hitting bottom in one easy motion. I actually stopped in surprise, but she wasn't having any of that, and pushed back against me; setting a rhythm for the next several minutes. Just as I thought I was going to lose all control Laurie pushed me away; "Do Ash now. I'll be waiting to finish – I want a moment to calm down." Well I'd never heard that before, but with Ashley draped next to me and the blood pounding in my head, I wasn't going to argue. I just moved over and thrust. Again I was balls-deep in one motion, and I wasn't wasting any time. I wrapped my hands around Ash's hips and thrust; time and again, driving as deep as I could, Ashley returning my drives with thrusts of her own until suddenly she pushed back against me, her back arched and her face turned up as if baying at the moon. In fact the deep moans coming from her did sound like that. I held her steady until she folded back to the spa edge, and then moved back to Laurie; "Fuck me Mack, I want to come like that!" Man, I did. I pushed back into her hot quim, only now it had tightened, and I knew this was going to be the ride of my life. We started slow, a deep push and retreat with pauses at each end, but that soon became quick and deep and then totally without rhythm. My hands were digging into her hips as I pounded into the tightest, slickest, hottest pussy in the world. We hit our peaks together; Laurie and I baying at the moon, two wild animals in heat. ******* The wedding went off without a hitch; the day was warm and sunny with puffy clouds and a soft breeze making everything comfortable. Kids and dogs were running around having a good time. Most of the women were in sun dresses, the men in slacks and polos. My girls were especially beautiful in their swirly sundresses – their hair and makeup adjusted to perfection. I had decided this was such an important occasion that I must dress appropriately, so without telling anyone I had bought a full, formal suit including a top hat, cape, and cane. I'll leave their reaction to your imagination. Though I was a hit, the women felt they should have had a warning: then they could have gotten tiaras! Angie had brought along a minister from the Universal Unitarian church in her home town (I found out later Angie was fucking the minister AND his wife), he did a great job as far as I was concerned – even though I don't remember a single word. The party went into the night, and when the kids had gone home the adults really began to play. It was interesting seeing the neighborhood dynamics; Enrique was plowing June Hudson just as hard as he rode bikes – and she was screaming for more, Larry and Inez had Sharon Lowry in a rotating three-way (every few minutes they'd shift around on each other), and a young couple from farther down the street were sharing duties on Ken Lowrie's cock until the guy sat down on Ken's lap – taking him in one smooth motion. She was between their legs licking like crazy. Angie, the minister, and his wife had disappeared into the house. I later found them in a daisy chain on Angie's bed. Dylan was trapped between two young women; one riding his cock and the other grinding his face with her pussy. Later he said he was moving closer. Something about an offer too good to pass up. The girls and I headed for our bedroom where we celebrated by fucking our brains out together. I woke in the morning with the wonderful scent of both their pussies all over my face. I think pussy juice is good for my skin. ******* Hi. It's me, Ashley again. Laurie and I thought we should tell you the rest of the story. All of this happened four years ago, almost five thinking about it. Our marriage settled into the normal sort of routines most marriages become. Seven weeks ago Mack was out bike riding with Larry Hudson when they were struck by a young kid joy riding in his dad's car. The little bastard didn't even have a license! He knocked both men into a drainage ditch and Mack died at the scene. Larry suffered multiple broken bones and almost lost an eye. Enrique heard the crash and ran to the scene. I guess he almost beat the kid to death after he saw what happened. Ken Lowrie saved the little shit's life. Anyway ...after the funeral Mack's lawyer asked us to stop by his office for the will. We didn't think too much about that until his secretary called to set an appointment. As much as we disliked the idea we went to hear about this will thing. Really, we didn't expect much – Mack owned part of the house, his truck, and his tools. And we all had right of survivor on the house. When he read us the will ... Mack had been holding out on us in a way; he gave the truck to Dylan, fifty thousand dollars to his sister ... and a little over two and a half MILLION dollars to Laurie and I. When I looked over at her, Laurie was crying; "Can we trade that for Mack?" I agreed with her; I'd rather have my husband. ************