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A Couple Pt. 01

By: SierraSprite



She was lying back, relaxed, but still breathing through her mouth. "Why did we do that?"

I let the silence last, then said, "Are you overthinking us again?"

More silence. "I was hard, you were wet. There was suspension of inhibition, and our bodies did the rest."

Another pause as we let the glow dissipate in the late afternoon sun.

"There's more to it than that."

She looked over, blue eyes pulling me in as they always did. Lips pursed in a pout, inviting love and violence. I wondered if I would ever tie her up and beat some of that passion into wild, screaming submission.

"We desire each other. There's no reason for it, we are as different as day and night, but we do."

"I spend weeks drowned in my work, but you appear in the lab, taking time from one of your trips, and I go a little mad until we have coupled, and thrashed, and come."

I took Natalie's fingers and kissed them. We'd grown up summers at adjoining Italian villas near Lucca. We had watched each other be kids, and adolescents, and finally, what passes for adults. Later, when we were lovers, neither of us could understand why our lust for each other never bloomed in those days. Perhaps, as the Jesuits suggest, busy minds keep sinful thoughts at bay.

Our familes were American academics with inherited money that underwrote the summers in Italy, with an interruption or two for conferences, whose importance was stressed in conversation with Italian friends invited to frequent and boozy parties on the olive tree terraces.

In September, back in Ithaca, everyone underwent moods of depression as we awkwardly fitted ourselves back into classes, research labs, unfinished manuscripts and other trivia of the academy and their necessary, middle class kids.

I was the older of two bright children. I should revise that to say I was the bright enough older brother of a brilliant sister whose talents covered music, athletics and mathematics. If Lisa was a comet, I was the dark asteriod in her wake.

Natalie had one of my fingers in her mouth, sucking with the pouty lips. I wondered if we would ever untangle love and lust. Her breast was pink, and its generous, stiff nipple an exotic rose shade that sent a shiver through me whenever I had an opportunity to view it, and occasionally to stroke it.

"How many hours do I get this time?"

I leaned forward and kissed the pouty lips. Soft, sweet, welcoming. How did I deserve that?

"When I leave you, I can hardly concentrate on my work, I am so guilty. I curse myself for the arrogant bastard I am. This isn't drop-in sex. It's more. I fear the day I come to your door and your eyes tell me it is over."

She turned away and I saw her shoulders shake. "I talked to my aunt the shrink recently about us." Her voice was low and husky. "She was tough. She said, 'Do you think you are the first two lovers to be star-crossed? Can you imagine a love between you that is not conventional? Not bound by a marriage vow, by a household, by children?' "

"She asked me, 'Why do you keeping seeing each other? Is it just sex, or is there more?' "

"I started crying. She held me. She said, 'Go home, make yourself a stiff drink, and look inside to see if you can go on having a relationship of visits. If you can't, then you must break it off.' "

I reached over and turned her. "Why didn't you tell me. We haven't had secrets, have we?"

"No, I've never hidden anything from you. I don't know that I could. But some terrible little voice said, 'Better not bring this up if you are not prepared to lose him.' "

She climbed into my arms, saying "There. I didn't mind the voice, and I have told you. You're free to send me away."

I stood up and walked us to the railing on her balcony, absorbing that. Her house was halfway up the first range of hills and had a magnificant view of the valley. If you were the right age to have Sartre pounded into you in school, the existential angst of such beauty was never far away.

"But that's not what she said. She said that if deep inside, you decided this wasn't fair, you should send me away. Am I supposed to be getting a signal with this conversation?"

What she was doing was pressing herself into me, and rubbing her wet crotch on my thigh, and thusting her hot tongue into my mouth. I was hard in an instant. I grasped her thighs, raising her entrance to the tip of my erection and sliding her down, down, down. Her legs went tight around me and her cunt squeezed me rhythmically. 

She whispered in my ear, "I agree. I was overthinking us. Let's fuck."

Afterwards, we swam lazily in her pool. As she went down the lane freestyle, the taut globes of her ass flexed in the sun. When she returned in backstroke, the curls on her mount were a minature parade float on display. 

I went to the edge and grabbed my drink, watching her go by. In the way of women, she was sending me a message by not sending a message. She wasn't taking her aunt's advice. She wasn't breaking off anything. She was pushing our mess out into the center of the room, like a smelly turd, and suggesting it was up to me to clean it up.

I knew the solution wasn't here, in the seductive hills of the Peninsula. It wasn't where she worked, and was respected and admired.

She swam over and sipped my drink, smiling. I gathered all of her wet, naked beauty into my arms and kissed her neck.

"I have to go after dinner. The flight to Singapore leaves at eleven."

I touched her forehead. "Your aunt is right. What we have is more than lust and we do have to do something."

She leaned back and took a large gulp of drink. The blue eyes were serious and unblinking.

"And?"

Ball still in my court. Damn.

"Do you suppose we could possibly arrange calendars to go somewhere for ten days? A neutral corner where we could review the bidding?"

She leaned in, kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Review the bidding. I like that." She rubbed herself on my front while she thought some more.

"What kind of somewhere? Alaska? Greenland? The Caucausus?"

We had hiked together with friends in the Dolomites as teenagers. She was strong and fit then, and looked like she still was.

"My needs are good weather, good exercise outdoors, and privacy. Do you want to pick?"

She kept holding me tight and nibbled on my ear. "The lab has two European conferences they want me to attend in the spring and summer. Perhaps I can send you a note and you can see if your calendar can be arranged?"

Very early on, we had agreed no email. Whatever we had going on, email wouldn't help. And since we were both using corporate accounts, we didn't need prying eyes either.

"No, look up the dates while I'm still here and I'll take them with me and call you."

The blue eyes were bright. "Deal. Now take me over to the end of the pool and give me your best goodbye fuck."

Years of loving had built a vocabulary of sex between us. Something for every mood. Tender words, teasing words, dominance words. Surprisingly, no submissive words. I wondered if that was the key to our crazy relationship. A collision of two dominants, completely caught up in their great sex together, but not giving any ground. 

I was feeling good after finally starting to do something about us. I thrust hard into her, bent over holding on to the pool edge. "Feeling good about that, are you, Oscar? Going to take me somewhere and beat me into submission?"

After that, her voice sang out, "You big cocked bastard, I've got you on the run. Take me. Prove you can fuck me properly." She clenched as hard as she could. Natalie didn't know it, but she was the only woman I had been seeing for over a year. Our infrequent sex was so good, my other women friends had just faded away. She was panting and pushing back hard into me. Almost there and then a rush as we both came and I filled her with a last gift of my best stuff.

She took a leisurely lap and back to wash me out of her and asked, "Do you want to light the grill?"

After dinner, served in her impeccable style as always, I drove away in my rental car towards the airport knowing a big step was being taken but in the dark about what was going to happen.

It took several calls and over a month to establish that we could have ten days with each other after the conference in Latvia in May. 

Natalie knew a woman named Inge at the lab who was of Swedish descent and quizzed her about places for a redezvous after the Riga conference. One thing lead to another, especially after Inge discovered there was a man involved, and we were invited to use the family summer cottage on one of the Aland islands between Finland and Sweden.

She said to me over the phone, "Getting there is not too exotic. I can take the train to Tallinn and a night ferry to Mariehamn. When you get to Stockholm, there is a ferry, or a small plane. A taxi will take us to the cottage, and some neighbors will show us the neighborhood. It's on the water and there is even a small sailboat. Does that sound like what you had in mind?"

The calendar was harder on my end. I was an epidemiologist for the WHO, and nasty bugs and viruses were my business. A disease hotspot could appear at any time, and I was usually the first professional dispatched to get samples so whatever it was could be identified.

I willed the bugs to behave starting May 20 for ten days. I turned down several priority requests for non-emergency visits in May. I told my superior, the deputy Director General, that a family reunion of years standing was beginning on May 20 and he should protect my vacation days.

"Oscar, you are the only person we have ever had who will go anywhere anytime. I will pretend you are visiting the ISS and unavailable on Earth!"

All this so my love and I could attempt to work out our future. I told myself affairs of the heart almost never had good endings, and was darkly pessimistic about us.

I flew from Seattle to Brussels on the 17th, and spent the next day at the Pandemics section of the EU Commission. They were struggling with budget cuts that threatened several programs and their subvention to the WHO. A gloomy bunch of professional friends to talk to, but at least there had been almost a year without something serious breaking out and we smiled about that, in the fatalistic way medical people have. 

Late in the afternoon, I flew to Stockholm and found a taxi to a hotel near the ferry dock. It left promptly at 0630, so I had a room service meal and turned in. It was already bright and sunny at 4 am at this latitude, and I had no trouble boarding and finding the excellent ferry buffet breakfast.

Natalie was standing on the pier when we docked at Mariehamn, having arrived at 4 am from Tallinn. I hugged her and spun us around. "We've got to stop meeting like this!" She kissed me hard, in front of many smiling eyes. 

"I've already got a taxi waiting. He was so nice when I told him I was meeting my boyfriend at the Stockholm ferry. And he knows exactly where Inge's place is." The words tumbled out of her mouth, which I kissed again.

The driver welcomed me in excellent English and off we went on almost an hour's drive. I had changed dollars for kronor and the fare was reasonable. A neighbor had spotted the taxi and came over with the key and many pieces of local information, almost more than we could absorb. It seemed Inge's family was well regarded and part of a small community clustered around one of the many bays of water. The woman wished us well in our stay and said to come over if we needed anything. The local store was a quarter of a mile away, and the village bar had good food, we were told. Her voice sounded like perhaps the Americans would not cook for themselves, having other activities to keep them busy.

We explored the snug inside, paneled everywhere in birch. The main upstairs bedroom had a large bed with deep duvets on it. Natalie leaped into the middle of it and gazed at me with dark lustful eyes. I did want her, but my stomach was growling, so I grabbed her back out of the bed, with hand planted firmly in her crotch, and suggested a walk to check the lunch possibilities.

"You've lost your alpha male?" she teased. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and nipped at her ear. "Did you bring that book on bondage?"

She turned in my arms, "Bondage? I'm supposed to bring the bondage instructions?" She boxed my ears and said, "It is good to see you, especially here away from distractions."

As we walked down the narrow roadway toward the village, I told her, "My boss said he was going to tell people who needed me this week that I was visiting the space station." She looked sideways at me and laughed. "I can't top that. Researchers like me drive their own calendars. Maybe deep down, part of our problem is that my subconscious resents the demands WHO makes on you." Her smile was half serious, half teasing.

"Are we going to set aside a day to get drunk and let our two subconscious demons fight it out?"

I added, "You're a feminist and a scientist. Freud had lots to say about women and sex. Do you and your friends believe any of it?"

Her arm was firm around me and she kissed the side of my face. "Hmmm. Yes and no."

She stopped us in the path. "I can see in your eyes that you are thinking, 'That is just like a woman.' "

We both laughed and went on down the way. She said in a low, almost inaudible voice, "I'll talk to you about Freud after you've given me a proper fucking and lots of orgasms." Her hip bumped mine.

After drifting apart when we went to college and no longer followed the families to Italy in the summer, we had run into each other completely by accident at the 92nd Street YMCA in Manhattan, where a prominent leftist was excoriating White House behavior in the Middle East. The talk was terrible and she was happy to leave for the promise of a free drink and dinner.

Halfway through dinner, lubricated by martinis, we knew we were going to spend the night together. The meal and the wine were excellent. When the waiter handed us a dessert menu, I asked if she would like some, or share some. Her dark eyes stared at me and she said, "I think we need to go somewhere and do more catching up. I have roommates so maybe your hotel is better?"

I was at a nice but modest place over near the UN, and the room had a view over the East River.

She stood at the window and started removing clothes. "Do you have a cellphone?"

"Yes."

I could hear the line ringing. "Sylvia? Hi, I've met an old friend from years ago and I'm staying over at his place. We have a lot of catching up to do. Yes, I'll see you in class tomorrow."

I undid the zipper of an ordinary school dress. She had ordinary underwear on. She backed into me and wrapped my hands on her breasts. Her behind pressed against my crotch. I wondered exactly how far this was going. 

She whispered, "I want you. Sexually that is. Ok?"

"We ran around Tuscany together for years and we never had any teenage lust for each other."

She let that hang out there for a long minute. "I realized at dinner that you are handsome and smart. I asked myself why we never dated back then. I'm interested in you. Are you interested in me?"

"Are we poaching on either side? I haven't had a woman friend in over a year. They can't stand my lifestyle."

"I'm a dull PhD student grinding it out with uncertain prospects and no boyfriend." She turned her head and smiled at me. I kissed her.

I undid her bra and kneaded the fine breasts I found underneath. "Do you want something to drink?"

"I'm full of that nice wine from dinner. Undress me and hold me here so we can watch the view. Oh, undress yourself too."

After a while of looking at the view, she changed places with me so she could get her hands on my hard cock. It was leaking and she smeared the slippery stuff around on me. "I don't last long when you do that."

"Let's mess around on the bed."

Messing around meant my tongue on her womanly parts, and her mouth sucking on me. Before long, I had her legs over my shoulders and my tip lodged inside her lips. "Ready?"

"Yes. Do me, Oscar. Pretend we are eighteen again and in my yard in Lucca when our parents were at someone's party. " She was still talking when I shoved smartly and went all the way up against her cervix.

"Oof, you are big and hard and feel like I imagined you would."

She stopped talking and I was guessing about how she wanted to fuck me. When in doubt, give her your best shot. After a half dozen thrusts, she gushed on me and wailed that she needed more and harder. In a minute or two, she moaned and had a hard orgasm, shaking both of us and beating her heels on my back.

I slowed and kissed her. "How was that?" 

"You didn't come. I want more."

I flipped us over. "That's a bare cock in you, are you on the pill, do you want me to pull out?"

"I like it up here. I've never been on top of a real cock before. Can you feel this?" She squeezed me as hard as she could.

"I was on the pill a couple of years ago when I had a boyfriend for a while. But I gave it up. And I am dangerous right now. Do you have a condom with you?"

I lifted her up and placed her dripping pussy in front of my face. I grasped each buttock and eased her forward until my tongue was lapping at a delicious pussy. 

My reverie was broken off when Natalie pulled my arm, urging us along the path. "What were you daydreaming about?"

"The first time we had sex, in that hotel by the UN."

"Why?"

"Because you hit on me so directly, and came so freely. You are the only woman I've ever had sex with whose body just seems to like to come. If anybody else had threatened me with orgasms like you did back there, I would have known they were bluffing."

She pulled my hand to her lips and kissed the fingers. "Thank you. I guess that's a compliment. You meant it that way, did you?"

"I did. Part of your attraction for me is how you can be so damned brilliant, a leader in your field, and still be all woman when we are together."

"My god, Oscar, you're making me blush and gush." She laughed at the crude alliteration.

We found a place with a terrace and some tables and sat down. The waitress said, "You must have just arrived. I notice new faces, and haven't seen yours until now. Will you have some lunch? The seafood salad is very good."

It was good. We sipped our chablis and eyed each other. I was waiting for the inevitable comment about how she would have to behave differently since I wasn't leaving in a few hours.

"You started this idea. You've miraculously freed yourself up for ten days. Is there an agenda? Or is it just sex and eating and walking and talking? And sleeping now and then?"

Her eyes sparkled at me, knowing it was much more, but signaling that starting with a light touch might be a good idea.

'When we saw each other in California, you told me we needed an opportunity to review the bidding. Are you going to fill in the blanks?"

"Yes, but the wine and the sunshine and the jet lag are making me fade."

"Let's go back. I want to stop at the store and get some snacks. We're bound to be awake and hungry in the night."

"What little there is of it this far north in May."

"Some places have blackout curtains, but that seems like such a shame."

We held hands going back. Adults our age didn't hold hands. You either had to be a lot younger or a lot older. 

When we got back, I checked for hot water, which agreeably ran out of the tap. We stood in the shower together, washing off travel dust and sweat. I toweled her off and applied the lotion she brought, which I liked a great deal. We turned back the bed and lay in the bright sun, only half awake.

"This is very bad. Let me set the alarm for ninety minutes, and then we go for a walk, or screw..."

"Or both," I interjected.

She pinched my limp cock, "or both. And have dinner when the locals do so we can not be midnight zombies the whole time we are here."


A Couple Pt. 01



The alarm went off, but it took hard slaps on my rump, and bringing me a cold soda, to get me moving. She said, "A walk first, sex later, maybe. You don't look very able right now. She kissed me and pinched my tiny nipple.

"When I'm alive again, I'll get you for that."

We asked the neighbor about the boat. She went around the corner and showed us a boat house down at the water's edge. "In there, it is the one with blue trim on the gunwale. My son will be home from university tomorrow. If the weather is nice, would you like him to show you a bit about sailing it?"

Natalie accepted the offer and thanked her warmly.

The boat looked to be about sixteen feet, with a self-supporting mast and rolled up sail. If the wind stayed light, we could have a nice picnic outing.

The neighbor had mentioned there was a path along the water, on private lands, but considered public and not to be abused. No trash, no loud noise, no bathing without permission, etc. We set off in the less traveled direction. I was bemused by our role reversal. Natalie was lively and talkative. I was lethargic and dull. I apologized for being poor company. She said I had two days to come around before she started beating me and getting out the bondage book. I said I was going to stop in the village tomorrow and get some line suitable for the elaborate knots it would take to properly tie her up. She asked why it was that in the sex stories, the women were always the ones being tied up. I paused and said it was history, evolution and a search for protection from strong males.

We came around a bend in the trail and found a fleet of a dozen dinghies racing in the next bay. Natalie made me lie in the warm grass so she could put her head on my chest and talk to me.

"Something's got me all hyped up. I feel like a little kid again, racing through olive groves with you and the others. I had feelings for you then. Not puberty feelings, friendship feelings. You were one of the boys, but you didn't tease us girls and you did neat things like bring me flowers when you had been out on a walk."

She turned over and kissed me. "We'd better come out of this with something tieing us together or I'm going to be upset. Very upset." 

After a silence, she said, "My mother was a holy terror when she was upset. She shouted at the top of her voice. She threw things. She refused to cook. She would storm out of the house, jump in her car and disappear for hours. We kids locked ourselves in one room and waited it out. Dad mostly didn't come home for a couple of days."

"What happened next?"

"It was like a big windstorm blowing through. In the morning, the sky was blue and the skies were calm. She made breakfast, hugged and kissed us and said she was sorry. When Dad came home, they went upstairs and said not to disturb them." 

"So when we have our first big fight, and you've shouted and thrown things and finally calmed down and I come home and take you to bed, you are going to scream bloody murder when you come?"

She kissed me, harder. My fingers were rubbing between her legs in an inconspicuous way.

"Something like that. Like mother, like daughter. Maybe that's part of our problem, I've never thrown a tantrum like most women in relationships do."

"I think that beautiful cottage with the nice neighbors is not a tantrum location. Poor Inge would hear about it for years."

"Yes. Years."

My fingers were still busy and now very wet.

"Maybe I should have found us a more remote place. Somewhere we could just take our clothes off and have a good screw in the warm sun."

"The grass is always..."

She was up and striding along the path. 

We were just inside the door, in front of the hall mirror and she was undressing. When she got down to panties, I seized her from behind around the waist and massaged her fine high tits. 

"You like those, don't you?" Her eyes stared at mine in the mirror.

"I always have. They are magnificent."

"That's what we are here to talk about, isn't it?" She pushed her behind into my crotch. Her hand reached back and grabbed my hard cock. "This seems to be over jet lag."

"Let's find out."

She didn't have jet lag and was feeling feisty. Squeezing me, taunting my manhood, rolling us back and forth on the bed.

After a few minutes, she was very wet and I simply pulled her onto me from behind. One thing I have always liked about Natalie is that she knows when to stop playing and start fucking. I drove hard all the way to the end of her channel. She jerked away, telling me silently to not hurt her cervix by pounding too hard. The foreplay in the meadow had her very hot. My thrusting was producing small noises. Not quite squeeks, not quite groans, sort of 'that's nice' noises.

In a moment of weakness, Natalie had said to me that one big reason why she treasured our relationship was that I made a point of waiting for her orgasm. Especially since sometimes she was fast and sometimes she was slow and was seldom aware in advance what kind of a loving we were going to have. She kidded me, "How can you put up with a cunt that doesn't know what it is doing!"

After she made this confession, I played more games with her. If she was talkative and nothing was happening down below, I would flip us over and tell her that if she was going to come, it was on her own power. She liked riding me from the top, but would complain, "Sir, you rescue me from shipwreck and then expect me to paddle us all the way home?"

The first time she tried that line, I gave her three good thrusts from underneath and she was coming with a scream and cursing me. And hugging, kissing and snuggling afterwards, whispering about great sex.

This afternoon, in the paneled bedroom in Inge's house, she was energetic, building up to a good climax. My fingers were beating a tattoo on her clit, when they weren't twisting her generous nipples, and my cock was urging her on with ever more rapid thrusts.

I leaned forward and got her neck muscle in my teeth and bit hard. At home, I would get grief for marking her. Here, I was planning lots of marks in lots of places. 

The bite sent her over the top with a rush of bad words and a series of shudders and gasps. 

I fell away, happy not to have come. She would want more, and saving me for later was fine. 

Her hand turned my face to her and I got a gentle wet kiss. "If you keep doing that to me, we will never go back home."

I stared at her flushed, happy face. We connected emotionally, as all lovers must, but it was a strange connection. Not one of those infatuated exchanges of total passion, love and commitment. More like both of us, from an out of body place, were willing ourselves to surrender to a mutual attraction and preserve that special quality that good sex gave us. Perhaps deluding each other that we could bottle and save it for a rainy day.

I asked, "Will we know when it is time to talk about what brought us here?"

While she thought about that, I fetched a towel from the bath, wiped myself, and stuffed it between her legs.

"Bring me a drink."

There was a bottle of bourbon in my bag and I poured us each an inch or so in a short glass. "Ice or not?"

"One ice cube."

I sat against the headboard and moved her between my legs, resting her head on my thigh.

The sex and the bourbon made me instantly drowsy. I looked down and Natalie had her eyes closed. I said nothing and waited to see if it was nap or talk.

My eyes were closed and I was slipping away when she said, "We have to find a way to get better connected."

Hmmm. Thoughts about connecting in both of our minds. I waited for her to continue. She whispered, "You've fallen asleep on me, haven't you? Poor jetlagged man."

I reached fingers cold from the glass down and tweaked the rosy nipple in front of me.

She rolled over and smiled, "So my tits were warring with your sleepiness and the tits won!"

I rearranged us so her legs were between mine and she was snuggled against my chest where I could kiss the side of her face, and with a stretch, her tits.

I took a sip of bourbon and said, "Your tits have never lost a fight with me."

We played kissy-face for a while, letting the future of us marinate in the bourbon and the sticky warmth of our crotches.

Keeping a light tone, I said, "You are saying we need to find a way to bind us together with more than genitals?"

"Yes, but do you suppose you could stop sounding so pleased about what your big cock does to me?" She reached down and squeezed my limpness. "It's no wonder males have such performance anxiety. You go from being ready to being useless so quickly."

I thought to myself about all the females who weren't ready ever and shifted the conversation. 

"We need to talk about what we want beyond great sex and good conversation. And does that something screw up what we have now?"

She moved away, got on her side with her head in her hand and smiled, "Why don't you forget the verbal gymnastics and just propose to me?"

Oh god, how is it that women are better than men at calling one's bluff?

I rolled over her and off the bed, so that I was on my knees with my torso over her deliciously naked body. I leaned down and took a mouthful of her ass and worked it over, licking, kissing, biting.

"You are trying to distract me." She turned over so that her pussy occupied the space where her butt had been. She pulled the towel out and tossed it away. The far knee came up and out. It seemed that the message was, if you want all the glorious sex to continue, marry me.

This time, my lips engulfed the tiny prominence of her clitoris and my tongue gently circled it. My hand, coming from under her leg, spread her outer lips and my tongue worked up and down the pink flesh.

She held herself absolutely still, although I could see stress ripples working across her abdomen.

"You are not only distracting, you are devious. You are going to make me come so you can extract concessions."

"Before I marry you or after?" We stared humorously at each other.

I asked, "Why haven't we ever talked about marriage before? Scared of what the other would say?"

Before she could respond, I added, "I will marry you whenever and wherever you wish."

She kept staring at me silently, with a gentle smile.

She asked, "What about all those vows?"

"We'll write our own ceremony, and only put in vows that aren't lies."

She blinked at me and tears ran down her cheeks. I licked them off. 

"I've never told you I loved you, but I do. I just don't know what love is."

"Get up here and hold me."

She lay half on me, with a blanket over us, and cried.

I held her to me, kissed her forehead, and made soothing noises.

She mumbled in my ear, "Oscar, we can't make this complicated, we just can't." She cried some more.

"You're right. That's why we have been the way we are. Complications would kill us."

She sat up and grasped my hand in hers. "So, like the kids say, we are all fucked up. We're uncomfortable with the way we are, and we're scared to change it."

She stood up. "Let's see if we fit in the shower together."

As we toweled off, she said, in a strong scientist voice, "I've made a decision. We are not going to talk about us for twenty-four hours, maybe more." She used her towel on my butt.

I got behind her and took a firm grip on one lovely breast. "But honey, I got down on my knees and proposed!" I chewed on her ear, and kneaded the boob.

A new voice, girlish, answered back, "Oscar, we're still in school, what will my mama say?"

I kissed her and went to see about a dinner reservation.

We walked down the lane toward the restaurant, holding hands again and leaning in for a kiss now and then. I pondered the circular logic of the last hour. Ask him why he hasn't proposed, and when he does, tell him your mama won't let you. And cry a little in between.

I was in the middle of asking myself why I wasn't more upset when I realized the obvious answer, we are fools in love. I repeated that silently and heaved a great sigh of relief. And kissed her again.

We had a wonderful dinner and wonderful conversation about a whole range of things having nothing to do with us. She had on a summer dress that looked Scandinavian, and there wasn't another woman in the room who was as pretty and happy as she was. I thought to myself that there should be a ring on her finger. Oh, you fool.

I set the alarm for seven local time. When it went off, we lay there, groggy from the nine hour time change. "Espresso before a walk, or after?"

Her arm snaked over my hip and grabbed my usual hardness. "I'm trying to decide whether I need this now or later?"

"You called him useless last night."

"You misheard me. What I meant to say was not totally useless." She climbed out of bed and pulled the nightie over her head. Her smile said all she had was on offer. She watched me lying there with my prick rising up. She did a pirouette and wiggled her taut ass at me.

I got up beside her and pushed him firmly through thighs and out the other side. She juiced immediately. I withdrew and went to the bathroom. If she wanted sex, she had to ask for it. 

I was still peeing when she pressed her naked front against my back and grabbed me. The stream was already missing the bowl when she twisted around and sprayed herself with me. 

"Hmmm. I've wanted to do that for ages. It's warm and smelly. Makes me horny."

Her fingers stroked me to hardness. I ignored the mess she had made on the tile floor and pushed her against the sink counter. She was staring at me in the mirror as I spread her legs and found a ready entrance.

"That's better. You didn't get off yesterday, so I expect a full treatment this morning."

I thrust and she squeezed. Her chest, my long time object of affection, was flushing and her tits were firm and engorged. The passion between us was at a new level. Almost without my realizing it, she came. There's something about how an orgasmic woman's vagina clamps down when she comes that sends me over the top. But I was in a teasing mood after the frustrations of yesterday and continued my rhythm.

"Are there more of those? He's not there yet."

She smiled at me. "I saved up. Of course there are more."

"Show me. Cum right now." I moved hard into her.

She closed her eyes and there it was. A panting, shaking, full body orgasm. And it got me. Suddenly. Without any conscious thought on my part. My cock was totally expanded in that perfect place and shooting giant spurts into her.

I lay my head on her shoulder and held a breast in each hand, panting myself.

I licked her ear and asked, "What would mama say?"

"My mother only got horny once in a while, just like she only got upset once in a while. But when she wanted sex, she ran my dad ragged. She would come to breakfast in a short nightgown and dare him to take her right there in the kitchen."

She went on, "It was good sex education, I guess. When I was eighteen and had a grown up body, I was very curious about the details of sex. I used to arrange to be hidden somewhere when she got going. She would hug him and kiss him and start undoing his zipper. He would call her a slut and a whore and shove her up against the wall. She would call him a rapist and a brute. He would drop his trousers and his shorts and just go at her. After a minute, she would stop cursing and start moaning and writhing around on the end of his big cock like a hooked fish. Then they would scream and hug and come and whisper how much they loved each other. The first time I ever masturbated was watching them fuck. After that, I came every time they did. 

She turned around as I dropped out of her and kissed me passionately. "You haven't called me a slut and a whore. At least not yet."

"Did my piss running down your front incite you to violence?"

"I will inflict violence on you when that fine cock stops getting me off when I need it."

We were back at the same restaurant again, sipping espressos, and clasping hands.

I kissed her hand and said, "I can't decide whether this is the best of times or the worst of times."

She grimaced at me. "Can't you do better than voice Victorian cliches at me?" 

"Would the owner be scandalized if you came around and sat in my lap?"

She did as I asked without looking around. There were very few people in the room.

"I'm too big for this. In the Victorian novels, the femme fatale always is diminutive and tucked under her lover's shoulder."

We kissed anyway and she went back to her place. She had a way of hiding the PhD eyes that was very engaging. They seemed especially soft this morning after our playtime.

"Being so smart, and determined to get good grades, did you date in college?"

"Why do you ask?"

"When I look at you this morning, I don't see the brilliant research scientist, I see a warm, loving passionate woman who attracts me completely."

She blinked and looked at me, her face even softer than before. "My god, Oscar, you're seducing me. My hormones are rushing, I can feel my nipples and my clit tingling, my brain is asking when is he going to do me again." She giggled like a schoolgirl. 

I stood, left some notes on the table, took her hand and went out to our walk. She reminded me about the neighbor woman's offer of her son to get us organized for sailing, and we headed to the boathouse.

A tall, blond young man already had the boat in the water. He introduced himself as Lars and we told him our names.

Natalie said, "I'll go get the lunch packed and you can fill me in after we go."

In a few moments, Lars realized I was a competent sailor, so his instruction shifted to handling this boat with low freeboard and largish sail. His English was perfect.

"There is flotation fore and aft, and good life jackets there. The sail can be reefed halfway down. Be careful about jibes, they easily put the rail under and then you will likely be in the water."

I asked about the prevailing wind, tide and currents, rocks shoal enough to threaten us, and a recommended short trip.

As he was finishing his answer, I said, "You have near perfect American English. Have you spent time in the States?"

"I was with my cousins in Minnesota for junior year. School wasn't very hard, so I had time for sports." 

As she came walking up, I said, "Do you know the slang about main squeeze? Natalie is my main squeeze. We have ten days vacation together for the first time."

He smiled engagingly at her and said, "That's a very pretty dress, but if he tips it over, you won't be happy. What about a swimsuit and sweats?"

She laughed and said, "Lars, you are absolutely right. He can't be trusted not to get me wet. I'll be right back."

He looked at me inquiringly, "You don't mind me saying that?"

I looked at him, "Not a bit, it will make it easier for me to get her on my chest and do naughty things."

We both laughed and I asked if he had a girlfriend.

"She's in Stockholm taking courses in university summer school. I have to run around doing chores to get money for the ferry ticket!"

"You've been very kind to us about the boat. Would you let me contribute an extra ticket?"

His smile was a mile wide. He named a number and I put some bills in his hand. "Tell her this American guy and his girl wanted you two to be together."

There was an onshore breeze and we went away at a good clip on a close reach. I gave Natalie the main sheet to handle and she looked surprised and a little nervous. 

"If I do the wrong thing, will we tip over?"

"Yes, of course. You learned in physics about actions and reactions?"

"If you scare me, we are going back." The eyes were not loving.

I took the sheet and got her comfortable on a cushion in the cockpit. She had an elegant white hat that made us look a pretty picture out on the water in our small sailboat.




A Couple Pt. 01



I handed the sheet back and told her, "Mostly, you take it in when I ask you, and you let it out when I ask you. If you want to have some fun, watch that area of the sail just to the rear of the mast. If it is fluttering, you should take in the rope until it stops. But the boat goes best when it has the nicest round shape to it, so test the wind by letting it out until it flutters, and then take it in some.

"Oscar, why didn't I know that you were a sailor?"

"Because dearest, I was too stupid, in the middle of our visiting muddle, to think of asking you to go for a sail with me."

"So that's something else we have to fix?" she said softly.

I took her unoccupied hand and sucked on a finger. "Yes."

As we got out onto the bay, the breeze freshened and I moved us up to the high side. I had her ease the main sheet and headed downwind on a broad reach. The little hull came up on a plane and we shot along.

She handed me the pretty hat which I stuffed under the counter. Windblown and excited, hanging on to the sheet for dear life, she looked more beautiful than ever.

"Oscar, this is wonderful! "

We were nearing the entrance to the Bay and I decided that with a green crew, we needed less stress. I told her to take in the sheet as I headed up close hauled. We had to come about soon.

"We have to put the wind on the other side of the sail. It's called coming about. You have to duck down in the middle and then get on the other side after we have turned. You don't need to change the sheet unless I tell you. Ok?"

The crew was green but determined. I called ready about and put the tiller over. The sail filled on the other tack as we settled on the starboard side. 

She looked at me with a gleam in her eye. "Did I do all right?"

I leaned over for a kiss and answered, "Perfect. Tomorrow you will steer by yourself!"

I saw a nice strip of beach. "With this much wind, why don't we go up on the beach over there for our picnic?"

The centerboard came up easily and the rudder had a release latch. In a few minutes, we were relaxing on towels on the beach with the basket next to us.

"I meant to ask what you were giving Lars money for. I don't think his mother intended for us to pay."

"You'll like the story. His perfect English is the result of a year with his cousins in Minnesota. He told me he did sports. I asked about a girlfriend here and he said she is in summer school in Stockholm and he has to do chores to raise money for ferry tickets. I told him we would like to contribute to an extra ticket."

She nuzzled into me. "That was really cute of you. 

Our tongues were dueling. I pulled her tangled hair and pressed her to me. She relaxed and closed her eyes. "Should we pretend we are back at university and do foolish things again?"

"I've been thinking. This seems like an extended first date, with special benefits."

"Yes, a lot of special benefits mama would not approve of." 

We were dozing off, so I said sleepily, "You asked me to propose and I did. Are you going to accept?"

"I think I'm supposed to say I have to think about it."

"So we are lying here, loving the moment, loving each other, and wondering what happens if we do this silly thing and then it all goes south."

"You have a nice way with words. I've always liked that about you."

"Your mother, bless her departed soul, thinks it is not right for you to be sleeping with someone and not forcing him to make an honest woman of you."

"Too many nots in there."

As I slipped into a nap, I thought to myself that it was nice that our important issues did not seem to have much traction.

A gust of wind blew sand in my face and woke me up. It might be a bit exciting getting back with the wind having shifted against us.

We shook the sand out of our clothes and loaded the boat. I buckled Natalie securely into her life jacket. In a soothing voice, I said, "Wind has shifted. We'll need a bunch more of those tacks you did so well before lunch."

She kissed me and punched my arm. "Faker. Getting me out here. Pretending it's not going to be hard going back."

"Don't worry. You've picked this up faster than anyone before you. You'll do fine."

I put her in the bow with the paddle and shoved us out, nosefirst. She paddled into the wind and got us in deep enough water for me to get the rudder and centerboard down and the sail up, and off we went at a great rate.

The chop was breaking on the bow and spraying us with cold water. Let's hurry this up, I said to myself.

I worked upwind, taking the main sheet from her in the rough spots. A failure to ease in the gusts would put the lee rail under. This was not the first time I had a green crew with me assuming I was in control of the elements when the reverse was true.

With four tacks, we made the dock. Lars must have seen us, for he obligingly caught the bow while I dropped the sail and Natalie could relax.

He showed me how to unstep the mast and use some rollers to get the boat up on dry land.

He gestured at the bay, "Enjoy that? Looked like you were handling it well."

I put my arm around Natalie and said, "All due to the great crew." She smiled at him and elbowed me. He said to her, "Thank you for the help with the ticket. Katrina told me to come see here right away!"

Natalie leaned up and kissed him on the lips. "Give her my best." 

"Oh I will. I definitely will."

We headed back to the cottage, feeling lazy and jet lagged again. 

She nudged me, "No sleeping right now. Let's go to the store and find something to cook for dinner. We'll get fat eating out all the time."

Coming back from the store, she said, "I accept."

Just like that. No frills. I accept. I looked at her and she smiled. I walked and waited to see if there was more.

"Just I accept?"

"Isn't that good enough? Am I supposed to grovel, or scream, or cry?" She was laughing at me.

My brain was scrambled, but fortunately we were approaching the cottage and I stayed silent.

I sat on the sofa, watching her put things away and get her cooking organized. She looked over at me, "Bourbon?"

I nodded. She brought two glasses over, each with a single icecube. She straddled across my knees and raised her glass, "Here's to us."

I took a big gulp and answered, "Here's to us."

She leaned down and kissed me. "Foxed you with that, didn't I?"

"Yes. I don't know why, but I'm in a daze."

She shifted forward so her pubic bone was pressing on me.

"I've got another shock for you. If you marry me, there might be babies!"

I drained my glass, still looking at her. "Aw, poor thing, let me get you some more courage."

I did need more courage, but in the meantime I washed the lettuce, got the vegetables ready for steaming, and found the pan for the broiler. 

We kept half glancing at each other. She wandered over and bumped me with her hip. "Say something."

"I'm happy."

That's all? Just 'I'm happy'?"

"Yes."

She pulled my collar down and kissed the back of my neck. Whispered, "We're both scared of this, so we are funning each other. That's it, isn't it?"

I remembered my revelation from yesterday about fools in love. That's why couples didn't worry about all the problems with marriage. They were fools and so was I. I grabbed her and twirled us around the room. She screamed at me to stop.

I gazed into the smiling eyes and said, "Let's keep funning. Just funning along without a care."

She hugged me and whispered, "Without a care."

She navigated Inge's kitchen as if she had been in it for years. She even found ingredients for bearnaise to go on the veal chop we shared. I thought to myself I could do a lot worse than be married to Natalie. In the back of my mind was a shadow about a traveling husband leaving a wife alone with babies.

I asked, "How portable are your research skills?"

She looked at me and took a sip of the excellent Bordeaux we had found at the store.

"Not very, but possible. My current project is funded by DARPA and has a year to run. If I wanted to cope with the private sector, I could go almost anywhere. Security algorithms are a big deal these days."

She raised her eyebrows at me, "You were thinking...?"

"I can't be married to you and be a vagabond. And it won't work to sacrifice careers."

"It's only been an hour, and you are already trying to figure out how to make it work?"

"Yes, unfortunately. I'm a fool in love, but a worrying fool."

We put the dishes in the sink and moved to the sofa with the rest of the wine. She lay back on me.

She waved her fingers around in the air. "What do bad viruses and complex algorithms have in common?"

She sat up. "Do you suppose there is Internet anywhere around here? I have my laptop with me. We could go looking for possibilities."

I pulled her back down. "Aren't we a pair. One minute we are kids in love, the next minute looking for an Internet connection to find new jobs."

She burrowed into me. "I am SO glad we did this. It's completely different from what I expected."

I detached myself for a moment and went to get my mobile. After getting entangled again with my newly identified fiance, I made a call.

She answered on the second ring, "Lisa, it's Oscar." There was a scream from the other end and a "Where are You! You haven't called in ages."

A quick exchange of "everything's fine," included the fact that she was in her flat in London.

"I was wondering if you would accept visitors for a day or so?"

"Of course! When?"

"Well, I guess I should tell you that Natalie and I, after all these years, are engaged. It would be the two of us."

"You're not! How incredible! Is she there with you? Let me talk to her."

I relaxed during several minutes of high velocity girl talk. I even undid Natalie's blouse and got my hand under her bra.

She held the phone off her ear and said, "She wants to know if the sex is any good. What do I say?"

From the phone I heard, "Natalie, you can't!"

I answered so Lisa could hear, "Tell her it's not like that night in her apartment in New York two years ago, but we are making do."

From the phone, "Making do. I'll just bet. Has he got his hand in a naughty place?"

"Yes, he does. Mostly he can't keep his hands off me. Says it's the Baltic air."

Natalie had deduced by now why I wanted to be in London, and smiled at me. She mouthed at me, "How much longer here?"

I mouthed back, "You decide."

She removed my hand from under her bra and put it between her legs. "Lisa, we can't lie around here forever, are you free to receive visitors by later this week?"

There was more girl talk, mostly in travel agent mode. Natalie was multitasking, pushing up against my fingers while checking flights with Lisa. 

"Ok, I'll confirm by email, or call back if I can't find Internet on the island."

Before she hung up, I already had us up and moving toward the bed. Her dress was on the floor by the time we got there, and her lacy black underwear followed right after. 

"Are you going to fuck me without asking? On our engagement night?" Her eyes dared me to be bad. She was as antsy as I was, now that the whole purpose of our ten day trip had been accomplished in two. 

I threw her into the middle of bed, and unzipped my shorts, giving her my best alpha male look.

She turned and clutched a pillow. "No, no. Mama, he's going to take me!"

I leapt on her. "Think you are going to escape the bondage scene, do you? Going to tease me and threaten me with your mother?"

Her legs were around me and her hips bucking before I was fully sheathed. "No. Stop. You can't do this! Oh my god, mama, he's done it! He's all the way in there. Why does it feel so good? Oh, oh, I'm coming!"

She really was. The play acting turned into a passionate female fucking the very devil out of me. I didn't last, and in a minute was filling her and shouting my own climax.

I turned us over. She lay on my chest catching her breath. "You're bad. Here we are for an idyllic ten days, and the minute I say I will marry you, you're ready to leave."

I raised my voice an octave, "Lisa, we can't lie around here forever..."

She raised up and ran her tongue around my lips. "What about the bondage?"

"We can do bondage at Lisa's. Do you suppose she will watch like she did before?"

After a very wet kiss, she said, "I was so shocked when I saw her, naked and stroking herself. But you hadn't noticed and kept going and I had the most incredible orgasm. And she was clapping after!"

The memories were getting me hard again. "I remember she was so shy when you asked about a boyfriend. We didn't get to the bottom of whether she was straight or gay, or bi."

I rubbed the hard ass above me and pushed up into her a few times lightly.

"What if we inflict a threesome on her as a house present?" Natalie's eyes were glinting at me.

"Just to get a flavor of her sexual preference?"

"Yes, that's it. Just to get a flavor."

I got on my knees on the side of the bed and pulled her legs over my shoulders. "What are you doing?"

"Just getting a flavor." She was dripping our juices and tasted heavenly. She flinched every time my tongue hit her clit.

"On top of everything else, I'm going to compete with Lisa for best mixed cum flavor?" She was twitching and probably needed another round.

She added, "Did I say you could fuck your sister and come in her?" The pussy was getting very twitchy.

I kept doing what I was doing and she let it all build up and came with a small scream and several minutes of clenching on my fingers and gushing on my tongue.

She got me up on the bed and licked up our juices from my slimy cock. "If I givc you roaming privileges with your sister, will you ask about any others?

I pulled her in tight. "I shouldn't tell you this. Some day you will bludgeon me with it. Until about a year ago, I had friends in Sydney and in Paris. Women I met through WHO work. Nice uncomplicated girls that liked me and liked sex with me. After that time you and I saw each other in Chicago, I forced myself to say goodby to them. It wasn't easy. They thought they had done something wrong. I found nice presents and told them it was all my fault and there were other guys that would have great sex with them and look after them."

"Why did you do this?" She was licking and biting me. Now I was the one who was twitching.

"I had to acknowledge to myself that you and I had a special thing going, and it wasn't fair to you for me to have side relationships with other women."

She whispered, "My god," and was fast asleep. I pulled up the cover and joined her.

The following day we were quiet around each other. It seemed as though yesterday's earthquake was being followed by small tremors. Natalie found a place in the village with WiFi and went off to deal with ferry and airline tickets. I felt like solitude and went out in the boat in a light breeze that I could handle easily by myself. When you've changed direction in your life, there's never certainty, but in our case, I was full of anticipation. The talk about maybe changing jobs had loosed a flood of emotions. The WHO and I had evolved together over ten years. The advances in lab technology had made my field work much more rewarding by shortening the feedback loop to days from weeks or months. Most of the new field protocols for the organization reflected my work. Could I walk away from that? Did I want to? Did I need to?

I carefully put the boat away as it had originally been. There would have to be a special present for Inge. Maybe Natalie would find something in London.

We both got back to the cottage around noon. Natalie brought lunch with her. "Should we eat here or take it out along the path?"

"You choose, I'm fine with either. The sun is very nice."

She led us along the path in the opposite direction from before. She had the white hat and white walking shorts with a yellow tee shirt. My girl, I thought to myself with fatuous pride.

In a mile, there was a cove with trees and even a bench. "Just for us," she smiled at me.

The still warm panini with eggplant was delicious. "How on earth did you find this here in the middle of Scandinavia?"

"The woman at the deli told me these islands are full of well off tourists in the summer who snap up specialties. If you like, we can detour there on the way back for real gelato. Her relatives from Milan come every summer and supervise."

I leaned over and kissed her. "I'm getting totally spoiled. What did you work out on travel?"

"We are on the early ferry tomorrow and will be at Heathrow in mid-afternoon. Lisa already acknowledged my email. She said to take the fast train to Paddington and a cab to her flat since the traffic is horrific in London and at the airport."

"I can relax and pretend to be your valet?"

She pulled my ears and kissed me. "After all that alpha activity last night, you are now mummy's little sub?"

"Are you an actress behind that PhD body armor?"

She broke up laughing and crawled into my lap. She worried my knuckle and said, "You're getting inside my skin, Oscar. Yes, I did act in school, in a very amateur way. The drama group liked me because I could memorize and project my lines out on stage. That covered many deficiencies."

"How will we know when there is acting being performed?"

"I don't like to cry, so if I'm crying, it's not an act."

She sealed that with a kiss and I hugged her tightly.

* cont'd in Part 2 - Excitement in London *



A Couple Pt. 02



 Part 2 - Excitement in London

Authors Note:  Thanks to my many happy readers.  The second part of the saga of our two lovers follows them to London.  If you are just encountering this story, your enjoyment will be enhanced by reading the first part, which is at www.literotica.com/s/a-couple-pt-01.




The usually long line for cabs at Paddington was short when we struggled out of the station with our bags.  Lisa's place was on the north side of Hyde Park and we were there in less than ten minutes.  She saw the cab and came down to grab a bag and usher us inside.  I sent the two of them up first, and brought the baggage on a second trip.  

Lisa's place in Manhattan was nice.  The London flat was fancier and decorated with style.  She smiled at me and said, "Well, Oscar, your sis isn't doing too badly, is she?"

The three of us hugged and kissed in the middle of the foyer.  "I have to tell you a secret, all this part of the flat is for entertaining clients.  Tres elegante and all that.  Come on back and I'll show you where some work gets done."

It turned out that all of the top floor was Lisa's, divided into three areas.  The front entertainment and kitchen area.  A suite of four offices and workrooms.  And a cozy mini-apartment with three bedrooms and an impressive modern bath. Putting our stuff in one of the bedrooms, she showed us the office area.  In the room crammed with computers, and what looked like several impressive servers, was a woman who came out and was introduced as Madelyn Smith.

"Madelyn is a Brit with a first in Math from Oxford who came to MIT just as I was finishing and did a PhD with the same professor I had.  She's also a jock who rowed stroke for Oxford women.  Best of all, she is my partner in crime in West End Enterprises!"

She said, "Sorry for my outfit.  It gets damnably hot in there with the servers.  We've been around with the Council about better AC but they seem to have the horrors about anything showing outside.  Our engineer is working hard on it."

Madelyn had on running shorts and a crimson tank that showed off a very nice body with lots of curves and muscles.  "Lisa invited me to dinner tonight, but I have a meeting with clients in the City I can't get out of.  I really would like to chat you up if we have a chance. Lisa has great stories."

Lisa offered naps, showers, drinks and anything else we needed.  

Natalie answered, "We've blown a hole in your schedule.  Don't let us keep you from this high powered operation.  You can fill us in over dinner."

"Ok. Make yourself at home.  I'll get you a key to the elevator if you want to go out.  No one gets up here without our knowing about it."  She pointed to a small battery of video monitors.  

She added, "Madelyn has her own place, but keeps clothing here in the third bedroom for occasions like tonight when she has to deal with clients.  You are still as casual about the bath as you were in New York?"  There was a sinister grin on her face.

Natalie grinned back and said, "Worse, much worse," and made a dive for her.  Lisa shrieked and ran down the hall to her office. 

I found some wine and curled up with the Times on the sofa in the den.  Natalie changed out of her travel dress and poked around.  Wine glass in hand, she sat down next to me and said, "Nice digs?"

"Very nice, we need the full story.  Do you suppose she will let us buy dinner?"

"Younger sister making good in London?  I doubt it."

She turned herself sideways with her head in my lap.  "Do I get to doze?"

I was still reading when Lisa appeared silently from behind me and kissed my ear.  "It is SO good to see you.  And engaged!  I never thought I would see the day."

Natalie's arm reached up and pulled Lisa over on top of us.  She kissed her and put a tight arm around her waist.  "I'll tell you more shocking news!  He was the one who said we had to go somewhere and talk.  He was the one who got down on his knees and said he would marry me anytime and anywhere.  I'm still trying to recover and decide if this is the same guy who was the master of non-commitment for years."

Lisa was kissing me as Natalie tickled her and made her jump.  We worked her around so we had her on the sofa with both of us on top.  "So, younger sister, what about your romantic attachments?"

Natalie was smiling and poking at the braless nipple pushing against the tee shirt.  "I suppose no one bothers with underwear around here, either?"

Lisa whispered, "I will spill the beans about my love life over dinner.  I'm taking you to a private club that I was invited to join two months ago.  The rich old boys were upstaged by rich young studs who wanted some rich young women to chase!"

Natalie said, "My thesis advisor took me to a club in New York one time, and my bottom got mercilessly pinched."

Lisa giggled, "This place is not anywhere as safe as bottom pinching.  These guys have studied the arts of hitting on allegedly defenseless women.  Except we aren't all that defenseless any more."   She looked up to see Madelyn arriving. "Isn't that right?"

"So,, they've got you under control, have they?  Good thing.  I'm going to change, but there is one last call coming from the States about that analytics project on cotton futures.  Can you take it?  Here's the phone."

In twenty minutes a gong sounded somewhere.  Lisa extricated herself to answer it.  Madelyn hollered, "Two minutes."

We wandered to the front windows.  There was a Rolls with liveried driver in the street.  Lisa said, "She's going all out tonight."

Madelyn's voice behind said, "There's a hundred million pounds on the table, and West End's fee is one percent of that if the deal goes through."

We turned around.  She said, "Well?"

I whistled.  Natalie said, "Perfect."  Lisa said, "Go get 'em, kid."  

Madelyn was in an almost empire waisted charcoal dress with crimson faced pleats and a hemline right at her knee.  The matching top was fashioned to her toned shoulders and showed off an impressive cleavage.  The three inch heels and dark stockings did great things to her legs.

Lisa said, "She's got her pushup bra on."  Madelyn scowled, but then laughed.  "A girl's got to make the best of what she has."

I said, "Don't lean over too far and let anything fall out!"

She smiled a tight smile and said, "What room is he in?  I'll be back with my flogger."

With that, she was into the elevator and off to the high stakes dinner.

I grabbed Lisa and wrapped her around my shoulder.  "I've missed being around you and having a wrestle now and then."

"Since you have so much energy, what about a quick run in the Park?  Do you have your stuff with you?"

We dug out our running clothes and got ready.  Going down in the elevator, I said, "What do the two of you do for serious security when you need it?"

We were out on the street, making our way the three blocks to Hyde Park.  

"There are lots of good security firms in London, for obvious reasons.  Contacts for small outfits like us are usually word of mouth.  They come to see your layout and develop a profile of needs.  Physical space, staff, amount of travel and where, level of surveillance.   They go away and come back with a proposal binder with pages of recommendations and a hair raising retainer."

We were in the Park on a marvelous day.  Small puffy English clouds, hardly any breeze, lots of people out.  Even a few horses at this late hour.  

Lisa continued, "Madelyn's folks are academics, but her dad is on several Boards and knows his way around security.  We had lunch with him and talked risks and probabilities.  He has a Chair in Political Economy and kidded us about advising two Math Phd's on probability!"

"The bottom line is that there is a panic button in the flat that will bring a large tough guy running in ten minutes or less.  There are security trained drivers for outings where there might be a hazard.  Madelyn's driver tonight was from our security firm.  The City after dark can be tough.  When we go abroad on business, there is an arrangement for a qualified bodyguard if we think one is needed.  Africa and the Middle East, for instance."

She paused, "That's probably more than you wanted to know?"

Natalie puffed and said, "Our jobs aren't very compatible with our new relationship.  We're wondering about changing."

"Oh my. You are into thinking big."  She added, "What about one more time around?"

We nodded and kept going.  Natalie traded elbows with Lisa and said, "That's why we came to see you.  To get the advice of a big thinker."

Lisa looked at me and colored more than she already was.  "This isn't just a sisterly visit?"

I frowned at her and said, "No.  This is serious stuff.  Two lives are at stake."

She looked at me wide eyed and then saw the smiles on our faces.  "You are bad. Very bad, big brother."

We all laughed and headed in. 

Lisa had us toss our sweaty clothes in front of the washing machine and led us to the giant shower.  After punching several buttons, all kinds of things started happening.  Waterfall from overhead, chest and crotch sprays from the wall, steam from several vents.  A happening, not just a shower.

Lisa had a towel more or less wrapped around her and three glasses of wine in hand.  She gestured to the giant leather sofa and said, "Make yourself comfortable.  It's made for abuse."

After several sips, she said, "New jobs?  What do you want to do?"

Natalie was holding my hand.  She kissed it and said, "We are both independent and very good at what we do.  And like those jobs.  But, lying in the grass at Aland, we said, 'What if our love and our relationship comes before the jobs, instead of the other way around as it does now?' "

Lisa said, "Hmmm. This is a new Oscar and Natalie. Go on."

I said, "There isn't much more.  That's why we are here.  But for starters, we asked ourselves, what is the intersection in the job market of nasty viruses and complex algorithms?"

Lisa drained her glass and walked over to us, dropping the towel along the way.  "Make a hole in there between you.  I didn't get enough skin contact the last time we were together in New York."

She kissed both of us.  I kneaded her erect and impertinent nipple.  Natalie's hand was down in her pussy.  "Yes, keep doing that.  I'm thinking, and I'm horny.  If you get me off, I promise to think of something exciting."

It seemed like we three were back in school.  Making out on a big sofa.  Sliding around on the leather because of lotion and other liquids.  Natalie and Lisa were mouth to mouth in a hot embrace.  My cock was very anxious to find a warm place.  I arranged myself on the bottom so the two hot female bodies could play with themselves and with me.

"Natalie, do I get to have him in me?  Ever since I saw him doing you in New York, I have fantasies of his big cock in me."

Natalie was tonguing Lisa vigorously and bit down hard.  "Oow, that hurt!  But a nice hurt."

I had my loving partner by the hips and was almost in her, when she said, "He's had me for three days straight.  A change of scenery wouldn't hurt, would it?"

Instead of Natalie's cunt dropping down on me, it was Lisa's.  Tight, muscular, juicy.  A perfect match to the rest of my extraordinary sister.  In an instant, I had us on the rug, driving hard into her.  My cock was sending signals about prime pussy.   I wondered if there would be enough of me for both lovers.  I didn't get to ponder that thought because Lisa screamed and clamped me and I came powerfully into her as she shook under me.

She flipped us over and covered my face with kisses and small sweet noises.  Natalie was there with us, licking, biting, clapping in joy.  

Lisa rolled to the side and took my cock into her mouth, licking and cleaning and hardening it for the next patient.  I kissed Natalie and maneuvered her onto the hardness, which slipped inside as easily as a knife through butter.  

"You are ready for that, are you?"

She sat up there, smiling and clenching me, rocking slowly back and forth.  "Lisa is going to send us somewhere I can do this a lot, and we don't starve."   

We looked at Lisa, lying on her back with a wide smile, her gorgeous breasts still heaving.

"I'm not letting you go anywhere.  Not after that."

Natalie asked me, "Oscar, reach that towel and give it to Lisa so she doesn't ruin this Persian rug dripping on it."

Lisa was on her side, head on hand, watching.  "Do you like just being coupled up like that?"

"I do.  He fits so well in there, and sends a lot of electic jolts into me, all over my body.  Anytime I get serious, he makes me come in minutes."

I looked up at her, "Are we serious right now, or waiting until later?"

I'm perfectly happy to wait, but my body is jealous.  It wants to know how Lisa had a screaming orgasm so nicely for you."

I flipped us over so her head was on Lisa's belly and concentrated on the one minute orgasm.

She held onto Lisa's hands and screamed, and shook, and even cried a little.

"Damn, he does that to me all the time.  Every inch of me is happy and my brain is numb."

I hugged and kissed them and whispered about great lovers and how sweet it was for the three of us.

Lisa lay back and said, "I have a feeling we are not in the mood for a London club.  We could order in, or I could thaw a steak and make some salad."

Home cooking won by a mile.  We sat around the kitchen table in not much and wolfed down our food.  Another bottle of astonishing wine appeared to extend the warmth we felt.

"Let's snuggle in my room and talk about jobs." Bundled in duvets and pillows and lots of bare skin, we relaxed and let Lisa ramble.

"My career has been one accident after another.  You remember, Oscar, when dad used to talk about being prepared for serendipity?  It's worked for me. Both the prepared part and the serendipity part.  Wall Street, with help from academics, got into quants years ago, and runs off it now.  London, and the continental money centers, are playing catch up.   When the offer from Barclays to join its trading group here on the analytics side came along, I was happy to move. I got my own small group, but within months was running the whole section and we were making bundles for the bank.  I went to the Managing Director and asked what he thought I would be making on the basis of Wall Street compensation practice.  It was three times what he was paying me.  I let him off easy and said I would stay for at least a year for twice what I was making.  He was a third generation Scots banker and told me it broke his heart to see a woman robbing his bank.  Then he hugged me and said we had a deal.  When Madelyn showed up that fall, I knew she and I should be on our own.  And here we are."  She smiled and leaned over for a kiss.

After a pee break, she came wandering back, gloriously naked, with Cointreau.  "The two of you do something to me.  Those admiring looks turn me on.  Are you ok with staying in this bed with me tonight?

"You asked about my love life. That's a complicated question.  The very short version is that I like guys but have never had a serious relationship.  I discovered in school I like girls too.  Madelyn and I have been lovers since back in New York.   If she comes home tonight with a deal, she is going to leap in here naked and want sex.  I'll bet she has never been in a foursome before.  We can provide some excitement for the poor girl!"

I asked, "Does she look as good under that fine clothing as I think?"

"She has an outstanding body and she keeps it that way with serious workouts.  Harder than mine."

"Do I get to make a move on her?"

"After having two passionate women, you want more?"  They kissed and pinched me.

"You should play that by ear, I mean by feel."  They laughed.

"The whole time she has been here, I've seen two dates and she didn't seem very enthused afterwards.  I don't pry.  Bad for relationships."

A voice said next to my head, "Are we expanding your roaming privileges?"

Lisa laughed, "Oh my god, you do have him on a short leash.  You gave him roaming privileges to chase me?"

Natalie was on top of Lisa, her hands busy everywhere.  "You wanton wench.  Do you think I've forgotten New York?  You shocked the very devil out of me."

In a mock voice, Lisa said, "Welcome to the Big City, Natalie, I was just introducing you to urban mores."

There was a bunch of tickling going on after that.  Natalie said, "You be careful of her emotions, hear me?  If she wants your cock, she can have it.  But Lisa and I better not see that alpha male behavior around her."

I had a tiny theory in the back of my mind that Madelyn was a tough woman who fancied some rough stuff once in a while.  File that.

"You're probably wondering about the job business.  I'm more than half serious about your joining us.  There's a bunch of corporate cash lying around right now, not counting what Madelyn is doing, and we need diversification anyway.  I'll write some notes in the morning for the four of us to explore."

We were just about to go back to playtime when the door slammed, and Madelyn hollered, "Anybody home?"

Lisa answered, and a flushed Madelyn appeared at the bedroom door.  "Oh my god, look at the three of you!  Let me run through the shower and join in."

Lisa followed her and asked about a drink.  Madelyn and the drink arrived together.  She had a towel around her, but Lisa didn't.  She stood there, holding out the drink, her eyes asking what the news was.

Madelyn, saying nothing, dropped the towel, leaned over and licked the impressive boob in front of her.  "God, Lisa, those guys tonight would go crazy if they could get their hands on you!"

"The question, sweetie, is did they get their hands on you!"

"In celebration of our deal, they each got a real kiss on the lips instead of a peck on the cheek."

"That's all?"

Madelyn climbed in and squirmed around.  "I almost had to run for the exit, there were so many propositions flying around.  I told a terrible fib, I said my current crush was taking me to a cottage near Bath as soon as I got the office details on our new arrangement under control.  And I said he was negotiating for a slot on one of the football teams. Just to slow down the aggressive ones."

She took the drink, looked around, smelled around, lay back, and smiled.  "This is nice.  Very nice.  You have wonderful family, Lisa."

Natalie and I were nestled into each other and feeling mellow, not sexy.  

Madelyn asked Lisa, "Did you tell them about us?"

"I said you and I got on great, but as far as I could figure out, you were bi."

"Hmmm.  Just the right thing to say, as usual."  She looked very calm for someone who just brought home a million pounds.

I tried to kiss her cheek but got her lips instead, and then her tongue.  "I like you.  Did you already fuck Lisa?  Does Natalie let you fool around now and then?  Can I get some of you when I'm not so sleepy?  Can we go out and celebrate tomorrow night?"

She never got an answer because she was asleep by the time she stopped talking.

Natalie whispered to me, "You're not roaming, I'm just sharing you with special friends."

Lisa climbed over Madelyn and got behind me.  "Very special friends."  She turned out the light.

The early June sunlight coming in the window woke me.  Natalie's eyes opened next to me.  Lisa stirred behind me and the arm across me was touched by my rising erection.  Her hand grabbed me.  I lay back so both of them could get a leg across and I could try to kiss them.  Lisa shook her head, "Need to brush," she mouthed at me.  

Madelyn was awake too.  "No alarm?"

"Didn't set it.  Turned off the phones too.  You deserve a break."

Madelyn pulled back the sheet and noticed what was happening to my cock, which now had two hands on it.




A Couple Pt. 02



"What happens if I climb on top of him?"

"The short answer is you get fucked.  If you are interested, Natalie told him you were a special friend with privileges on his cock."

"I have to pee, I'll be right back."

Everyone was in the bathroom in a minute queuing for the toilet.  As she finished washing, Lisa said, "You two go back there and do whatever you are going to do.  Natalie and I are making coffee and thinking about breakfast."

She held out a tube of stuff to me.  "Here, use this on her, she will probably need it."

I picked Madelyn up and carried her to the bed, laughing and giggling.  We bounced and rolled around for a while, kissing and getting warmed up.  I had my fingers in her pussy, which was nicely wet.  I got myself between her legs and grabbed the tube.  A generous smear on my fingers was delivered into her wet entrance.  It felt nice in there.  

She pulled my hair and said, "Get busy, I need this." 

A good missionary thrust and she was well speared on my cock.  I licked her breast and tongued her lips.  My hips were busy but waiting for a signal.

"My god, Oscar, do you make all your girlfriends feel this good?  More of that, please and a little harder."

A little harder turned into a lot harder as her cries for more echoed through the apartment.  She was very active for a woman without much guy sex experience.  In only a few minutes we were shouting and coming.

Lisa and Natalie were in the doorway, clapping and cheering.

I put a firm hand on Madelyn's bottom, rolled to the side of the bed, stood up and walked us to the door where I slammed her up with a cock buried as hard as I could.

"You are a bastard, Oscar, taking me against the wall standing up.  Isn't there any decency left in the world?"  Her legs wrapped around my waist.

As my other lovers watched, I went to work again in that magnificent twat, relentlessly lifting and dropping her.  Every thrust brought a grunt of higher and higher pitch and then she was coming again, shaking and moaning, eyes shut tight.  

"Goddam, that was good sex." Lisa and Natalie had lost their towels again and were pressing against us.  It took only a moment for me to release Madelyn into Natalie's arms and plunge myself into Lisa's ready cunt.  

"Oh god, now he's doing me standing up.  Shit, you feel nice.  More."  She got more and, egged on by all my good work on Madelyn, came in record time.

Folding Lisa next to Madelyn, I pressed myself into Natalie.  "I saved the best for last."  She was a silken glove around me.  Her familiar muscles and familiar squeezes were sending me off.  Harder and faster and crying I couldn't last, she came with me, both of us making a lot of noise.

Lisa was mumbling, "All three of us, and Madelyn twice. My god."

Natalie had me by my slippery appendage and we stood under the waterfall again, wrapped together.

The four of us were working on bangers, sunnyside eggs and whole wheat toast.  A sinful meal, but filling.  

"Madelyn and I have to take an hour and catch up on the phones and email.  You two relax.  There are a couple of papers down in the lobby for us, if you want to retrieve them.  In a bit we'll put the day together and talk about that jobs business."

Madelyn was wrapped around me and ignoring Natalie's raised eyebrows.

"I hope Natalie doesn't mind but I'm still quivering.  If there are more guys out there can do me like that, I may have to change my lifestyle."

Then she was wrapped around Natalie and covering her with kisses.

Lisa swatted her behind.  "Work! Play later."

I was reading the paper when Natalie pushed it out of the way and straddled herself across my lap.  Kisses and heavy breathing.  "Something's got me all emotional.  I may cry on your shoulder."

I pulled her in tight, working on the strong back muscles.  She relaxed and, unbelievably, was asleep in moments. I eased us backwards and dozed myself.  

Her tongue was exploring my lips.  I tongued her back.

"What was all that about?"

"I have no idea.  All of a sudden I was afraid and I needed you.  I needed those arms around me."

She sat up and gazed at me with the blue eyes.  "You are having a bad effect on my independence. I feel like a little girl, not wanting to let mommy get very far away."

"It is not believable that you've lost your independence to me.  Not when I lost mine to you a while ago."  I smiled and pulled her long blond hair.

She said, "I've been thinking. London is a place for transients.  For making money.  Not for expats settling down, at least not us.  Do you feel any of that uneasiness?"

"Yes, this is very nice, especially the sex, but not for settling down.  I have a stray idea. What if we tried Manhattan.  Somewhere around where the Internet startup action is.  I could see if WHO would let me work from its UN Mission office.  Maybe the lab would let you work from a New York address, or let you connect with the CS department at NYU or Columbia." 

She kissed me and said, "Since we're being crazy anyway, it's worth a try.   Do you suppose Lisa still has the Manhattan apartment?"

Lisa was walking in and heard that.  "Yes, I do.  It's sublet.  Why do you ask?"

She climbed on us and wormed her way in.  Kisses were necessary.  Natalie said, "You are surely the sexiest woman alive.  I've never been in a threesome before and I've never come for a man and a woman in the same session before.  You have totally corrupted me."  Lisa got a long hot kiss to go with that praise.

I put my arm around her neck and wrestled her close.  "We were talking about how much we like it here, but don't feel comfortable about making it our new base of operations.  We're thinking of Manhattan.  Maybe hanging out with a few of the young Internet types and seeing what develops."

More kisses.  "You are playing right into my hands.  I wasn't going to say anything, but I feel the same way.  I really like it here, and the business opportunity is fabulous.  But it isn't home.  Never will be."

Natalie said, "So we weren't out of line to bring up New York?"

Lisa slipped her hand into Natalie's shorts and went to work.  "After last night and this morning, I don't think you are ever going to be out of line, honey."

Natalie's hand was up under Lisa's tee shirt.  "Slut, trying to get me off again, are you?  Oscar, control your sister."

In a moment, I had my sister's bra and shirt off and was firmly attached to her right breast.

A hand reached over from behind the sofa and pinched the other boob.  Madelyn had a nasty grin on her face.  "Oh, I just love torture sessions with my boss."  She pulled her top off and climbed over the back.  I released one tit and captured another, just as alluring.  My hand was between her legs.

Natalie commanded, "Sex later.  You two young nymphs are to control yourselves around my man during daylight hours.  We are all going to get properly dressed up and go to a nice place for lunch to help West End celebrate its latest success and plan the work of the first two employees for its new Internet division."

Madelyn and Lisa looked at each other. "Hmmm. Our new Internet division..."

"I guess we better take them to Charlie's and see what gives."

Charlie's had a view of the park, and an upper floor veranda with tables outside.

The seafood salad and the crisp chablis were excellent.  Lisa said to Madelyn, "These two have found us out already.  They've decided New York is a better permanent base than here.  They've already asked if they can use the Manhattan apartment.  They want to hang with Internet types."

Madelyn looked at us with wide eyes. "All that in less than twenty-four hours.  You only just got here!"

"I told them you were going to stow away in their luggage."

"But I would miss your bed."

"After what went on this morning, and that unearthly scream, I doubt you have much of a problem replacing me."  Lisa stuck a finger in her mouth and pouted.

Madelyn said, "Can we talk seriously for a moment?  This is all going too fast, but I'm not backing away."  Looking at us, she said, "I Googled you. Your backgrounds are incredibly well suited for what Lisa and I have been kicking around.  Natalie knows all the strong CS people in algorithms, and Oscar's circle of important friends is worldwide."

"Lisa and I want West End to be small and dynamic, and fun.   We are not carried away by growth scenarios. We will probably make it into an employee owned firm.  Does any of that appeal to you?"

I put on my longest face and reached over to take Madelyn's hand.  "You have several problems..."  I let that sink in.  She wasn't looking happy.

"First, you are too damn smart.  I hate smart, pushy women.  Second, you have a habit of getting naked any time you please and your incredible body is very distracting to me.  Third, you are entirely too easy to tease." 

Madelyn's expression went from shock, to indignation, to giggles in seconds.  Natalie and Lisa were shaking with laughter.

She took my hand and twisted my fingers. In a low husky voice, she said, "Oh, now you've done it.  No more pussy for you.  No more nude wrestling.  No cuddling with a warm body.  You are on my shit list, buster."  She was sucking on fingers now, and undoing the buttons on her blouse.

Lisa whispered, "This place will throw us out if you don't behave!"

We all sat back and sipped our wine.  Life was good.

After salad, we had the fruit tart and champagne.  Natalie toasted, "Here's to two heroes of mine.  You prove that work success doesn't have to screw up life success."  More smiles.

Natalie said, "I have to be back to work in California on Monday, so what is our timeline here?"

"What about a rendezvous in New York in a month?  Em and I have to make good on our part of West End's big deal, and think about other loose ends.  You two have to start making some quiet moves with your companies, I'm sure."

As we walked back to the apartment, Lisa decreed, "The rest of today and tomorrow are playdays for the four of us. Each person has to propose an event that takes half a day or less."

Natalie said, "I want to take the tube to St. Paul's, then walk across the swaying bridge to the Tate."

"We could stroll down Oxford Street to find a present for Inge and have tea at Browns," I said.

"There's a show that we might get tickets for."

What about renting a canoe in Oxford and pretending we are back in school?"

We decided that the journey to the Tate was tomorrow, followed by Oxford if the weather was still nice.  There would be a bit of Tube and rail juggling to make it work.  

If we did the tea late, the ribald Elizabethan comedy would work and we could snack after at the apartment.

In just a few minutes, the party planners had us walking down Bayswater to Oxford Street.  I felt well cared for, and part of me was very happy indeed.  Natalie and I would head back to her house in California in two days, and still have some vacation left before I was due at an important WHO regional meeting in San Francisco.

When the 747 lifted off from Heathrow bound for San Francisco, Natalie and I were in First Class, the result of some Lisa-Natalie magic with the airline when I wasn't looking.  Natalie had a platinum ring set with sapphires on her finger and was looking very feminine and romantic.  The flight attendant was blond, from Stockholm, and brightened up when she learned we had just returned from a visit to Aland during which we got engaged.  

"Oh, that is so romantic!  My uncle used to take us there on his sailboat when I was little.  His girlfriend would take her top off as soon as we were out of the harbor.  I thought it was so daring!  The girls now are out of their tops almost anywhere!"  She giggled and reflexively ran her hands over her breasts, which were well encased in the form fitting uniform.

Later, after the meal service and with the lights down for napping, she came to our seats and motioned for us to follow her.  Inside the curtain of the crew rest area was another blond woman. "I am Inge and this is my roommate, Erica. We thought you might like some refreshment and talk with us about Aland."

While Natalie said we would enjoy that, the girls were hanging up their jackets and breaking out glasses and liquers.  

Inge dove right in, "You got engaged, so there must have been some loving?"

Natalie came back with, "He is very aggressive.  We were hardly in the door of the cottage when he was after me.  We hadn't seen each other for two months, and he gets violent!"

Erica had unbuttoned the top of her blouse and was looking at us wide-eyed.  "So he got you all naked and just took you?"

"Yes.  There must be something about the sea air.  We were right on the water, but it was very private.  He complains when I make all that noise, but I think he likes it all the same.  Every time I scream he comes in me."   She blushed at that confession.

The two blonds were holding hands and kissing.  Natalie leaned over and gave me a wet kiss and a tweak at my trousers.  She asked, "Are the two of you partners?"

Inge asked, "Can you tell from just a simple kiss?"

I reached over and pulled her into my lap. "That was not a simple kiss.  You are naughty.  You must give me a kiss now."

She lay back across my thigh and over Natalie's, "Erica, am I allowed to kiss Oscar?"

Erica went to the curtain and locked it shut somehow.  "Only if I get to kiss Natalie."

I could tell after several long, hot kisses that more action was required.  I stood them up and carefully undid the zippers to their skirts.  Natalie folded them behind the seats.  The nearest body was Erica and I slowly lowered the blue lace bikini briefs.  The fragrance on her breasts had been applied to her sex as well.  I laid my hands on her firm, muscular buttocks and pulled her crotch tightly to my mouth.  Natalie and Inge raised one leg over my shoulder so that I could pleasure her properly.  While I enjoyed several gushes of girl fluid, her top was removed and each breast had a sucking mouth applied.  Within moments, I was hanging on tight as Erica came hard and long.

Before I knew what was happening, Inge had my pants down and my hard cock poking up to the air.  Erica was helped into a kneeling position in front of me and eased down on my erection by Natalie and Inge.  

Erica groaned and mumbled something in Norwegian into my ear.  I decided this was the 
English equivalent of 'fuck me,' and went to work.  She was hot and tight and wild.  Inge jammed three fingers in her mouth to stop the noise, and Natalie rubbed softly on her clit.  I leaned back and was amazed to see this Scandinavian bombshell riding me as hard as she could.  I pulled her head down to my chest and whispered, "Your boyfriend has taken you to Aland.  It is a warm sunny day and you are naked with him in the grass in a meadow.  His great big cock is making you feel so good.  You can't stand it.  You want more, and more.  He reaches to your nipple and pinches it hard.  You scream and cum, NOW!"

It worked.  The bombshell exploded.  After a minute, she was still shaking.  Inge whispered in my ear, "I am so jealous.  Is there anything left?"

I looked at Natalie with raised eyebrows.  She nodded and eased Erica off of me and into her lap, cuddling and kissing.  I pulled Inge to me, back first, and lowered her on my wet tool, which fortunately was still very hard.  Inge was velvety smooth, clamping down on me as I kneaded her shoulders and leaned forward to lightly bite her neck where it joined her shoulders.  Erica was still shaking on Natalie's lap and getting her nipples pulled and pinched.  Her eyes were closed. 

Inge rose up and turned around so she could get me into her from the front.  Her tongue was in my mouth as I sank back into the wet, slippery channel with so much energy radiating from it. We were alternating thrusts, going faster and faster.  I motioned to Natalie to keep her from screaming out loud.

Erica and Natalie smothered Inge's cries with kisses as I released a great spurt full into her spasming cunt. I leaned all the way back in my seat and pulled her with me to catch her breath. She raised her head and crooked her finger at Erica.  Their heads went together for kisses and fast conversation in Norwegian.

Inge turned to me and asked, "Are you staying in San Francisco?"

I looked at Natalie, who said, "My home is near San Francisco."

Erica had her hand on Natalie's breast, which looked very erotic.  "Do you... I mean, do you think we could visit you?  This was so nice, so special, so... captivating, that we would like to see you again."

I wrestled Inge around in my arms, pinched her bottom, and said to Natalie, "Yes, honey, these two are definitely captivating."

She had Erica's head in her hands, and was roughly pulling blond hair, biting ear lobes, and kissing eyes and lips and generally roughousing.   "Yes, we need a visit.  I want more time with these wenches.  When is your next flight out?"

We were dressing as they said there was a thirty-six hour layover.   

Natalie looked at me and nodded.  I told them, "If you like, come with us tonight in my car, which is at the airport.  I have to be at a meeting in San Francisco myself and can bring you back.  Or send you in a taxi."

The two flushed blonds looked at each other, took a deep breath, and told us how much they would like to do that with their new American friends.

Back in our seats, Natalie kissed me and whispered, "This is really wild.  I never would have thought to hit on two Nordic blonds!"

"Looked to me like they were hitting on us as hard as we were hitting on them."

The ride down the Peninsula to Natalie's house was as wild as the session in the plane.  We were hardly out on the freeway from the airport when they were shedding uniforms and pawing through suitcases for casual clothes.  "Natalie, come here and help us pick."

I was having to pay attention to heavy traffic but there was a lot of chatter behind me and when I had a chance to glance back, all three were fully naked and giggling up a storm.  I heard Natalie say, "Do you always go commando when you are not on duty?"   More giggles and a whispered, "Mostly."

"But you have such beautiful things.  Now that I am engaged, I suppose he will buy me expensive lingerie like this?"   She held an exquisite scrap of lace nothing in front of my face.

Things quieted down and the next time I looked back, all three were asleep piled on each other.

Inge and Erica were entranced with Natalie's home.  I could hear their squeals from the back of the house when the pool was discovered.  By the time I made some drinks and found some snacks to take to the patio, they were splashing and diving, totally naked, from one end of the pool to the other.  Natalie came out in her skimpiest bikini and stood by me, sipping her drink and watching.

"You'd think they were teenagers from the energy level."

Her lips were on my cheek and she was whispering, "Makes you hot, doesn't it?"  Her hand found the bulge in my shorts.  "Bad boy."

I reached around and pinched her stiff nipple.  "Do I get to ravish them again?  What would momma say?"

"If my horny mother had ever had the chance to frolic like this, she would have been all over them."

We sat next to each other, enjoying the dwindling California sun and holding hands.  The blonds climbed out to claim their drinks and stood, dripping and gorgeous, laughing at the newly engaged couple.  The effect of two completely tanned female bodies was incredible.

"You are so cute!"  Erica leaned over me, boobs in my face, and kissed my ear.  My hand found her muscled rear and kneaded it.  She sat on my lap and I got harder.  I nibbled at the breast in front of me.

"When are you going to find a guy and settle down?"

"Oh, not for a while!  This is so much fun, meeting nice people like you."




A Couple Pt. 02



Inge was in Natalie's lap, playing kissy face.  The bikini top was now missing and hands were fondling each other's boobs.  I whispered to Erica, "I bet they are going inside soon!"

She whispered back to me, "I bet you are inside me soon.  Let's move."

As we walked to the lounger, she slipped off my trunks and squeezed what she found underneath.

Natalie said, "Hold on a moment.  I'll get something."

Inge sat on my legs and used her tongue on my flagpole.  He was big and hard.  Throbbing and ready for Scandinavian pussy.  Natalie returned and covered me with her special sex cream, then squirted her fingers and jammed them all the way into Inge, who jerked and thanked her.  We all watched as the well trimmed lips of her pudenda enclosed my large purple head and the fine body seated itself fully around me. "Ahhh.  Natalie!  Can we make a deal to share him once in a while?"  The women all laughed at that. I was in heaven with this twenty something sexpot bouncing on me and giggling at the same time.  Natalie's cream must have slowed me down, because he felt like he could thrust and worm around in there forever.  I pulled her down and got warm tender lips with a genuine lover's kiss.  She collapsed against me and twitched her luscious pussy, not in a hurry either.

Erica said, "They're no fun, let's go inside. I want you."

Inge whispered, "If I was ready to settle down, you would be the guy."

We lay there in the sun, making little movements from time to time.  It was very romantic and if I was the straying kind of guy, this was the woman to stray with.

"Carry me inside so we can watch those other two."

Her legs and arms were tight and her lips fastened to mine.  There was no one in the downstairs so I climbed to the bedroom floor, walking softly.  At the end of the hall in the master bedroom, we found them bound together in a 69, making growling and munching and coming noises.  I lay Inge down on the thick carpet on her back and changed tempo, letting my cock talk to her in alpha male style.  It didn't take long and she was wailing and then screaming and cursing at me in Swedish.  Her fine body quivered and shook from head to toe.

Erica looked up and said. "Well?  Do I get a turn?"

I sat back on my knees, cum covered prick lying between my thighs.  Inge had her eyes closed, still breathing deeply.  "His cock is the best.  I don't want to give him up, but if I don't, both of you will beat me."  She smiled and laughed quietly.

I didn't have to do anything.  Erica came over, picked up Inge, deposited her on the bed, then lay in the same spot and gestured for me to get to work.  Thrusting into her felt like going home.  Her strong fingers pulled my butt into her hard.  "Ohh! Yes. Like that. Do me good. I am jealous that my roommate got you first."

Erica was hyperactive.  She rolled us over and over, beating on my ass and filling the air with Swedish oaths.  Or what sounded like Swedish oaths.  I found a nipple and bit down on it.  She screamed and came and shouted for me to keep going.   In another minute, my cock couldn't hold off any longer and I unloaded into her as she shuddered through another climax.

I picked us up and we joined Inge and Natalie on the bed, falling asleep instantly.

I was alone in the twilight when my eyes opened.  I could hear the shower and giggling voices.  How could a woman, finally proposed to after many years, accept her affianced lover having two almost bimbos climbing all over him?  Tanned, muscled blond Nordic beauties who also lusted after her?  I padded in search of all the pulchritude I could ever wish for.  They were in the kitchen, in terry robes, working on a light dinner of some kind.

They looked at me, standing there in dopey wonder, and laughed.  "Natalie, he is barely alive!  We will have to give him time to recover!"

She walked over, pulled my ears and kissed me gently.  My hands went inside the robe and rubbed her firm tits.  I said, "Our guests are so pleasant to have around."

The blonds laughed and Natalie cuffed my head.  "So now you are Lothario?  Lusting after young things?  Next you will be plotting to dump me somewhere?"   Her eyes were dancing, daring a response.

She kicked as we went down the hall to her bedroom.  My cock was obligingly hard and entered her with a moist smack.  "Oof, you are bigger than ever.  Banging these new cunts is turning you on!"

She was hot and humping up at me, calling me names and clamping on me as hard as she could.  The blonds were in the doorway, giggling at the sight of their hosts getting it on.  

She was excited by the audience and climbed up to her peak and screamed quietly, shaking as I filled her.   They joined us on the bed, robes behind on the floor.   I was still lodged in Natalie but Inge and Erica were attacking here and there, telling us that we looked like fine lovers and should hurry up and get married.  We kissed with some emotion, realizing things were different now.  I rolled back and pulled the girls in for a soft kiss.  After me, they lay on Natalie, kissing and rubbing.

Erica said, hesitantly, "Do you think, um, do you think we could be friends?"

I provided pillows and pulled a sheet over the four of us.  Natalie said, "You mean, not just sex friends, real friends?"

My hands stroked warm bare skin under the sheet, trying to send a message to two bodies that were suddenly not just about sex.

Their heads were on Natalie's chest and she was licking a few tears.

"What do you think, Oscar, should we take these two strays in?  Give them a home away from home?"

I ducked under the sheet and licked in the right places, kneading and pinching the fine behinds.

"Oscar, I didn't ask you to attack them.  I asked if we could be family with them."

"They have to promise to visit often, and bring presents.  We are very short on Aquavit."

Erica rolled onto me, laughing, and asked, "Is that all?"

I massaged her fine back muscles and said, "Well, it looks like we will be spending some time in New York, so perhaps one of those nice Scandinavian wool caps?"

"Oh, we don't have to buy one, we will knit it for you!"  She wiggled deliciously on me.

The light dinner, Scandinavian style, was quiet, but with a new warmth.  We were dressed and looked halfway respectable, if that mattered, which it didn't.

Afterwards, I sent them to the living room and cleaned up.  There was some fruit gelato in the freezer and I fixed dishes for everyone, with a splash of liqueur on it.  

Natalie had Inge between her legs on the floor, brushing out tangles in the blond locks.  Erica was stretched on the nearby sofa, eyes closed.  The three of them could have been sisters. I put down the gelato and said, "Here is some dessert when you are ready.  Should I make coffee?"

Jet lag and sex play were sending our guests to slumberland quickly.  The gelato was the finishing touch to a long day.  I did the manly thing and carried them carefully to our big bed and Natalie got their clothes off and the bodies tucked in.

We snuggled together on the living room sofa and kissed. 

 "Hi." 

 "Hi yourself.  I hope you feel good, getting your rocks off with two bombshells."  She reached for me and squeezed a very limp item.

I pulled her into my lap and kissed the side of her head.  My hand wormed its way inside her robe and found a home curled around her breast.  "You came more today with them than you did with me.  Naughty girl."

Her fingers were in my hair, pulling my mouth down for a long, wet kiss.  "I think I am going to like being married to you.  I even had twinges of jealousy watching you with those almost teenage bodies. I was remembering the story you told me of giving up your other girlfriends because I was so hot."

My fingers were working her nipple and she was shivering.  I pulled the sofa warmer over us. "You are hot.  My hot woman.  I would even give up these two if you insisted."

Her eyes drew me in for another kiss.  Her voice was barely a whisper. "No. Not as long as that big cock stays hard."

We fell asleep there on the sofa, twinned together.  

Moonlight was streaming in the big picture window.  I had to pee and tried to ease myself up. She put her arms around my neck and let me pull her to her feet.  The lights of the Valley flickered beyond the surface of the pool.  We gazed out.  "We are going to keep this house?" 

"You have always been fond of it, haven't you?  There was a time, years ago, when I thought maybe you liked my house and pool more than you liked me.  I couldn't understand what a handsome worldly epidemiologist could see in a lab techie."

I nibbled on her neck with my teeth.  She pressed back into me, her hand searching for my erection. 

"When we had dinner together at that conference, and you kissed me goodnight, and invited me to visit here, I couldn't believe my good luck.  And when I screwed up my courage and actually showed up, we swam together, you fed me a fantastic meal, and took me to your bed for incredible sex."

She found me and squeezed.  "Maybe I haven't told you this before, but I wasn't orgasmic in those days, except with my own fingers.  When I came that first time on your big cock, I almost passed out.  And the next morning, when you did me twice and I came both times, I said to myself that I wasn't letting you get away."

With no warning, a body pressed against each side of me.  "We heard you talking and came to see."

I made room in the circle of my arms for two more.  They were bare and I said, "Are you cold?"

They laughed and said, "Where we come from, this is warm!  Can we have a moonlight swim?  Will you come too?"

Natalie opened the tall door and they edged out onto the deck.  The two of us hugged and said, "We have to keep up with the kids, don't we?"

There was a warm wind from the east, and the swim was wonderful.  Our new friends were strong swimmers, doing laps back and forth with ease.  Natalie and I took one or two and then watched, our bodies submerged in the water.  They swam over to us, smiling.  "This is too nice!  Better than home."

Natalie asked, "How often do you get to San Francisco?"

They looked at each other and kissed.  "It depends on the schedule and what routes we are eligible to bid on.  But maybe once a month right now."  They backed into us and we wrapped arms around impressive chests.  I said, "It's getting up time at home."

Inge laughed, "It's noon at home!  Mama will beat us if we sleep this late!"

"Are you related?"

"Cousins.  Our mothers are sisters, but they lived at home when we were young because their husbands were in graduate school.  We were raised together like one family."  They giggled. "Our grandfather was very old fashioned.  He didn't hesitate to put us over his knee.  We used to scream so loud!"

I nibbled at Erica's ear.  "I guess I am grandfather here, and will have to have you over my knee if you are naughty."

The two of them had me against the pool wall, tongues exploring my lips.  Erica whispered, "Oscar, when we first saw you on the plane, and saw how Natalie looked at you, we knew we were going to be naughty.  You have lots of spanking to catch up on."

I said in a strong male voice, "Well, before you visit again, I will have to improve the dungeon."

They scattered, pulling Natalie with them.  I climbed out and went to make coffee.

Lisa called a few days later and said our London conversation must have been prophetic, because the couple subletting the Manhattan apartment were transferring to LA and had given notice.  If we could wait a couple of weeks, the next rendezvous could be there.  I was just leaving for Geneva when she called, and said I thought that sounded excellent and I would confirm with Natalie.

We talked almost every night and missed each other.  She told me my premonitions about our having to be in the same place were on the mark.  She couldn't concentrate on her work and had a difficult conversation with the deputy director of the lab about needing to move to New York. They were scheduled for another meeting in a few days.

On my end, WHO management was very unhappy about losing their roving epidemiologist, but remarkably nice when I said I wasn't making an absolute prohibition against important investigations.  I was to make an appointment with the head of the WHO group at the UN to discuss opportunities.

On the way to New York, I stopped in London and stayed with Lisa and Madelyn, who were happy to see me.  I had one of their fabulous home cooked dinners and afterwards we called Natalie at the lab.  "Can you talk?

"I'll take an early lunch break and call you from outside."

When the phone rang, the three of us were on Lisa's bed in our underwear, sipping sauterne. She put it on speaker and we all said hello. There was talk about logistics and dates.  Natalie said she was just going to have a housesitter for the Los Gatos home for now.  By chance, she said, Inge and Erica were arriving for a stay tonight.  Lisa and Madelyn looked at me with "Who?" looks and I said I would tell them when the call was over. 

Natalie asked,"Are you on Lisa's bed?  Do you have any clothes on?"

"Yes and yes," we answered.  She said, "Oscar, it is asking too much for you to keep your hands off those luscious bodies.  Besides, you know what the Scandinavians are likely to do to me tonight."

"We are giving each other roaming privileges?"

She said, "I never thought I would be asking you for that," and laughed.

The rendezvous was only a week away, and we said we missed each other and hung up.

My sister and her lover were all over me. "What Scandinavians?"

I said, "You have to get a big beach towel in here, and some of that scented body lotion, and bring me a beer.  This is an x-rated story and will make you horny."

The whole tale took a while, especially since I was exaggerating the x-rated details.  Within a few minutes, they were completely naked and had me out of my shorts.  As I was describing Inge and Erica making out with Natalie, their hands wet with lotion were rubbing each other.  My cock stuck up a mile from my crotch and I stroked it every once in a while.  When I described how Inge backed onto my cock in the first class section of the 747, Madelyn was on me in a flash doing the same thing.  Lisa called her a tramp and chewed on her nipples.  The orgasm was quick and hard.  I held her in my lap and went on with the story, ending with the moonlight swim two weeks ago.

Lisa batted Madelyn off me and climbed in place, facing me.  She was wet but tight, making her brother's big cock penetrate her.  Madelyn was behind, her hand around Lisa's waist to get at her clit.

Lisa started chanting, "Yes, yes, yes..."  going on until she rolled into a nice climax with her mouth open and eyes closed.

I pulled them down on me with a blanket over us.  Lisa whispered, "You are such a sweet fuck, Oscar.  Please don't go away."

Madelyn didn't have anything to add to that and we slept.

In the morning, the fabulous shower blasted all three of us at once.  I could see why they kept their hair short. No shower cap could survive a junior Niagara Falls. 

My plane to California was after lunch, so we sat on stools over a second coffee, talking about plans for New York.  Their end was moving slowly because many clients were resisting not having London access to them.  Weasely promises of many flights to the UK to maintain relationships were being made.   They would share the flying drudgery and build a base in New York before burning bridges in London.

I punned at them about London bridges falling down and they beat me.  The fashion tee shirts they wore were thin and favored my hands getting up underneath.

"Oscar, are you going to give us more sex before you go?"  

"What I should do is kidnap the two of you with me to California and we can descend on Natalie for an orgy around the pool."

"OMG!  Sign us up.  Cancel everything!"

I kissed their necks and consoled them with nipple tweaks, compliments on their fantastic bodies and incredible orgasms, and said we would have a special reunion in New York in ten days.



(cont'd in Part 3 - Natalie has a big belly at the wedding in California.)



A Couple Pt. 03



Author's Note: Oscar discovers his women are full of surprises. If you are just joining the story, the first two parts are essential and may be found at  and http://www.literotica.com/s/a-couple-pt-02

*****

After a long flight from London, Natalie picked me up at the airport with a bright smile and a warm kiss. We drove down the Peninsula freeway and I looked at the sparkling ring on her finger. "I see you have a ring. Who is the lucky guy?"

The smile got even wider and her hand reached out for me. I intercepted it and munched on her fingers.

"So we missed each other by having sex with friends?" 

"My sister and Madelyn said they were starved for affection. Attacked both at once."

"The Nordic blonds said much the same thing. Swam in the pool for an hour and came after me dripping. Made all kinds of kinky suggestions about doing me in the ass."

"Hmmm. This gets more interesting. Did you let them?"

"No, but I watched them. They spent a long time in the bathroom cleaning themselves out and greasing up. I think they were putting on a show. I asked them if they let a guy do them and they said yes. But only with a condom and a lot of cleaning."

"Did it turn you on?"

"It did, as much for watching them take turns being the guy as anything else. They had this big strapon in their luggage and the first moment I saw Inge plunge into Erica was completely erotic. They took turns and if they were acting the orgasms, it fooled me. Lots of noise, lots of pounding on each other's ass and shouting like a man."

"You've got me all turned on. Are we going to try it?"

She looked at me and the bulge in my slacks. The look was full of dark promise. "I cleaned myself after I went this morning."

"This is very bad. We aren't in reach of each other for two minutes and overcome by lust."

"I told you in Aland that you had changed me. Pressed a special button or something. I have dreams now about your cock. I suppose, having told you that story, I will have technicolor of you ramming another woman in the rear. What do you want to bet that some big hunk in London did Lisa's back door?"

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You, my dear slut, are being positively indecent." My hand was inside her blouse, where there was no bra.

"Let's talk about work, it's hard to screw on the freeway." Her laugh was just a giggle.

"I have an appointment with the WHO lead at the UN after we get to New York. No telling what's there. He seems to have a lot of autonomy."

"My lab director is being hard. Says the agency will be very pissed at losing me off the contract."

She glanced over, "Your girlfriend and fiance actually has work admirers."

"Why am I not surprised? I've already talked to you about my difficulties separating your fine mind from your fine body." Her hand had my fingers again. She kissed them and said, "You know, in a strange way, I'm excited about teaming up with Lisa and Madelyn to do Wall Street stuff. It's always seemed so exotic, especially those stories about fast trading advantage in milliseconds."

"So what about the lab?"

"I didn't tell them anything about the offer from Lisa. What's on the table is a one year leave to pursue numerical analysis research at Columbia, and keep 10% time on the project at the lab."

"They are trading on your name."

"Yes, but no matter. We will want to come out here to the house and pool anyway, especially when the weather is nasty back there and the twins are offering wild sex." She bit the end of my finger. I pinched her nipple back and she flinched and smiled.

"You know someone at Columbia?"

"You'll like this. The divorced wife of my thesis advisor is head of a small group affiliated with the physics department that does applied math research. You have to have strong credentials and bring money, but they are good people. The wife, Sharon, was ten years younger and a pretty thing. Haven't seen her in years, but I'll bet it was her wandering ways that caused the divorce."

I stared, "A colleague and a bedmate?"

I got a quick innocent stare back. "Didn't you say we were interested in exploration?"

She had on a flowered skirt. I wondered what was under it.

"You are going to make a spot on the seat, going commando and talking to me like that."

"Be a good boy and put some tissue in there." The look was her version of sexy and guilty.

I grabbed several sheets of tissue from the dispenser in the back and got my hand up between her thighs, which were tense with the driving. As I suspected, her parts were airing out and wet as could be. The tissue was worked gently into her crease, and her clit got some tweaks for good measure.

"You'd better be nice and hard for me. This is as bad as phone sex."

I thought about pulling myself out and decided I wasn't quite that adolescent.

"Are we hiking tomorrow?"

"We are. Claudia is leading one of those redwoods to the sea things. Are you good for ten miles after your dissolute lifestyle?"

I smiled and closed my eyes. Claudia was a no longer closeted lesbian at the lab who was a demon outdoor person and strong hiker. She knew every canyon and every trail along the Skyline. She liked me and we bantered about sex. I told her I would hit on her when Natalie threw me out. She said that was fine as long as she got to use her shotgun on my privates first.

I picked up Natalie's hand again and licked the tanned skin. "Ever since you accepted me in Aland, I've been in a fog. The boss asked if I had a cold or something, and laughed like crazy when I told him we had gotten engaged. He said, "Marry her quick, Oscar, so I can get you back to work!"

"You are being romantic again. I thought it was the woman who was supposed to get all soft and mushy?"

"I'm going to get out my little book of sonnets and read to you."

We were turning into her steep driveway and I got an annoyed look. "Sonnets? What about that hard thing between your legs? That's what turns me on."

There were groceries and my carryon to take in. I followed her shapely form, getting nicely hard and thinking about how to play the alpha male. I did want her, badly. Yesterday's frolic in London was fresh in my mind. I knew she was thinking about it too. Her Oscar's cock pumping in and out of his sister and her roommate.

My fingers were at the clasp of her blouse. "Where do you want to be taken. I'm done being nice to you if you reject my romantic impulses."

"Romantic mush! The guys who wrote that stuff probably couldn't get it up. Give me a hard cock any day."

I just dropped my trousers and shorts where I stood and pulled her to me. I knew she was bare and wet under that pretty skirt, which joined my pants on the floor. I had a tight grip on her hips and massaged the crack of her ass with my hardness.

She was in the middle of saying, "That's better..." when my fingers gave a hard pinch on her nipples and she winced. "Bastard. You're going to torture me first?"

I bent her over and drove hard. She grunted with the impact and I penetrated only halfway into her tight channel. Might as well have some fun, I thought, pulling out and picking her up. She struggled and wanted to know what I was doing.

"Stupid cunt, trying to tell me about sex!" She was naked now, kicking at me as I threw her on her back on the leather couch in the living room and plunged at her again. This time I was fully seated and enjoying my favorite woman. She had an energy that filled me with lust, driving back in as she twisted underneath. We called each other names and used our hands to pummel the other. I walked out onto the patio and threw her into the pool. Her eyes blazed at me, "Get in here and finish your job!"

I did, and she screamed at me as she came, "Oh god, Oscar, I love you."

I walked out of the pool with her in my arms, kissing. The hot water in her shower felt good as we clung to each other.

I sat on the floor applying lotion. She said, "Was that too violent?"

"When we are too old for rough sex, I will be unhappy." Fingers smeared the lotion to the top of her thighs and enjoyed what they found there.

"Is there more for me, later, or did the sexpots in London drain you?"

"When I don't have seconds to give you, I will be unhappy about that also."

She tousled my hair. "You are a dear. I have some nice shrimp salad for a snack."

Our chairs were touching as we enjoyed the salad, and the white wine I opened. The sun had set on us but the east bay hills were still lit. I closed my eyes and liked being back at Natalie's in California.

She kissed my neck and said, "Bed now?"

"I'm afraid so. My body is shot."

"I'm trying to finish a paper that is important to the project. I'll climb in with you later."

"Are you the lead author?"

"Yes, but there are two others, both women, who have been major contributors. It will help them with their promotions if we get it finished and published."

"How do you navigate the treacherous waters of research competition so well?"

"I trust my woman's instincts. You realize our engagement is stretching instincts?"

"And other things too." She punched my arm and we went inside.

She woke me, leaning for a kiss. "Come, the deer are by the back fence."

We moved carefully to the big french door to the patio. Two does and their fawns were eating grass along the fence line in the early dawn. The babies stll had their spots.

She pressed back against me. "Are we still thinking of babies?"

"It will change your life. You weren't raised with the mission to prove motherhood and a career go together."

"Will you change diapers?"

"Now who's getting all mushy?"

"Oscar! Don't be crude." She dropped her clothes and slipped into the pool. The deer looked but did not run.

The water felt good. We leaned against the side and watched the deer. The fawns were playing. Jumping and nipping at their mothers for milk. A good butt sent one of them sprawling.

"Your teats will get sore." I palmed them.

"Are you trying to encourage me or discourage me?"

I was hard and worked her hips up and down so he slid back and forth in her cleft.

"You are forty-one. We will be sixty when our child goes to college. That's an important choice. We could be doing other things."

We were letting the sun dry us on loungers, holding hands.

"If couples talked mating to death, the birth rate would go down."

"The planet is being overrun with humans. It needs to go down."

She lay on me. The shared warmth of our bodies was very comforting. Her lips were close to mine.

"I have a confession to make. I stopped taking my pills when I went to Aland."

My fingers dug sharply into her ass.

"Are you angry?"

"No, just absorbing how completely devious the whole past month has been. Is this part of following your instincts?"

Her lips sought mine and we kissed. "One morning at the conference in Riga, I was in the bathroom, popping the pill out of its little container and I looked at it. Then I looked up at my face in the mirror and said, "Why are you doing this, you love him."

"Talking to myself, just like that. I tipped them all out into the toilet."

I rubbed her back and behind and said, "Your analyst, if you had one, would find all sorts of depths buried inside that brain that were responsible for your flagrant irresponsibility." I swatted a hard globe.

She rubbed her mound on me. "I am supposed to have my period yesterday or today. No blood so far. How many times have you flooded my insides since we met on the island?"

"I have wonderful dreams of sex with you, but I don't keep count."

I was fully hard and she fitted us together. "You are not allowing any more analysis of your pregnancy?"

"No. I remembered the story my mother told me when I was in college, about how I was conceived. She went to one of my dad's conferences with him when she was his grad student. There was a dress up dinner with lots of champagne and dancing. She was very tipsy when they got to the room. He pressed her against the wall and kissed her while his hands were pulling her long dress up. He unzipped himself, pushed her panties to the side and took her. No asking, no time for her diaphram, nothing but hot sex. He didn't even apologize. Told her she was a great fuck and went to sleep."

"Did she say anything about how she felt when she found out she was pregnant."

"Yes. We were in her bedroom, lying next to each other. When she finished the story, we were both a little hot. She rolled into me, kissed me, and called me her darling Natalie. Told me I might have been an accident, but so were a lot of other kids and she loved me the more for it."

My hands were tight around her as she gently wiggled on me. "The emotion touches even me."

The wiggling got more aggressive. "That's nice of you to say. You know, the funny thing was, I thought at first she told me so I would be careful about sex with college boys. But it ended up with us kissing and hugging and crying."

"The world is full of surprises."

"Yes, now do me and dump another load in there."

My bride was pregnant when we went for a civil ceremony. Her boobs were bigger, something about her look was different, and my sister said other women could tell. I felt even more foolish and inadequate than I had before. 

The missed period triggered other things, including a sense of urgency to get our lives organized in the new orbits we hadn't yet fully defined. The plan had been for a wedding later, but neither of us could figure out how to handle it.

I asked Natalie if we should tell Lisa and Madelyn. "No. I read that twenty-five percent of first pregnancies miscarry within ninety days. Let's wait."

Between her new attitude and her new circulating hormones, Natalie was eager for sex. Almost any time eager. She also redoubled her efforts in the gym, having read that weight control and fitness were important to the fetus. One evening, when we were in California, she came out to the pool in a nothing bikini that revealed she was bare under it. 

She saw me looking and laughed. "I wondered how long it would take you to notice."

"Do those wax strips hurt as much as they say?"

She laughed again and plunged her tongue into my mouth and pushed my hand into her crotch. It was marvelously smooth. "We are going to the lounger and you are going to put oil on your fingers and get me off. The woman next to me said her biggest orgasms were when her husband worked on her with his fingers right after she had an appointment."

"You are a horny thing these days." We were walking to the lounger.

She lay with a space for me beside her and handed me a vial of scented oil. It worked. I had her in a complete writhing mess within a couple of minutes. She had to bite her arm to smother her cry as she came. And she wasn't a bit surprised when I plunged into her wet sex. After a few strokes, I stood her up, and we chased each other around the house, coupling wherever the impulse caught us. She screamed and I shouted and we left drips behind us.

We spent about half time in California. I had wrangled an appointment in New York from the head of mission of the WHO, who said he was glad to have me, and appeared to mean it. He and my former boss in Geneva dickered over a transition period and settled on three months. This was fine with me. I did creative calendering, shorting both of them to have more time with Natalie. 

The NewYork assignment for Natalie didn't work out. She told me she would soon be too big to travel, and did not want to be in the east late in her pregnancy. Her good news to her boss was that she wasn't leaving the lab, but she would be on a year's maternity leave in a few months. He smiled and kissed her on the cheek and told her she looked wonderful.

My wench had more devious plans. After an incredibly orgasmic weekend with Lisa and Madelyn in the Manhattan apartment, she insisted they come to Silicon Valley for some business development and stay with us. She'd reached almost twelve weeks and was beginning to show. We were sitting on the patio in swim suits on a warm September evening when she said to Lisa, "I have something to tell you."

They smiled and Lisa said, "We have been wondering how long you would wait."

Natalie said seriously to them, "You know why I waited then?" They looked quizzical. 

"I didn't want to tell you and then lose the baby to spontaneous miscarriage."

They jumped up to embrace her and apply kisses. "Oh god, we were so dumb. We are sorry for joking with you."

"It's ok. The book says the odds of carrying to term are now 88%."

This conversation changed the atmosphere with Lisa and Madelyn, even though Natalie did her best to go back to the former lightheartedness. I even caught them tiptoeing around one morning when Natalie slept in. They were in awe when she made them run with her, belly showing, and work out at the gym when she did.

"Oscar, we have to have the ceremony! She's showing!" Natalie brought home magazines from the grocery store with pictures of starlets with big bellies and their oafish husbands looking embarrassed. 

Eveyone's hands raced to the expanding belly to feel this feat of nature. There it was, a tiny push against her uterine wall. We were struck dumb. The women insisted on no more delay to the wedding. Email announcements were sent for a date on a Saturday two weeks hence. Please, no gifts, just bring yourself. We took a block of rooms in town and had them parceled out to friends who could come.

In the middle of this excitement, Natalie took the women to her game room on the lower floor and said, premptively, "Your new work space. The Silicon Valley headquarters of West End Enterprises!" There was wry humor when she insisted the location was indeed at the west end of Silicon Valley.

The two dynamos adopted the new idea with enthusiasm. In a matter of days, there was an architect, a contractor, a commercial electrician, and an Internet electronics expert. Permits appeared by magic. An impressive pad with a new transformer appeared at the foot of the driveway. A technical consultant with one of the fiber companies showed up and exited, all smiles, with contract in hand.

A week later, the old gameroom had been sheathed in firecode sheetrock, had two walls covered with specialized electronics racks, new lights, a fancy automatic fire protection system, and a giant air conditioner.

We sipped wine on the patio one evening in the midst of the work and Natalie asked, "So your Phd's dealt with market analytics. Where did you get all this technology expertise?"

My sister and Madelyn smiled at each other and laughed. "Shall we tell them?" Lisa asked.

Madelyn nodded and Lisa choked out, "We traded sex for engineeering!"

I took a deep swallow of wine and said, "I should have known. Tell us"

"There were these two very handsome guys who had been undergrads together at NYU, and were getting MSEE's at MIT. They wanted to date us but we were busy and putting them off. Madelyn finally relented and we agreed to have dinner. The conversation kept drifting around to computers and we were thinking bad thoughts about nerds when one said maybe they needed to look at the servers we had just installed in our apartment. Anyway, we got up there with their hands all over us. Things kept getting hotter and hotter. They said we were incredibly sexy and they were wild with lust. We had more wine and, well, you know what happened. The problem was, they had big cocks and were great lovers. We started out in two rooms, but the second time, they took us side by side on my bed and we screamed and screamed. In between, they had us naked in the bedroom with the computers and started talking to each other about how much better they could do if we let them. I tried to make a joke about better cocks and that's when they carried us to the other bedroom, beating our backsides, and did us together. But, funny thing, they came back the next day with a big sack of stuff and you wouldn't believe the good work they did on our system. They hugged us and said that if we liked the new system, we should call and ask for an upgrade. They would know what we meant."




A Couple Pt. 03



Natalie said, "That's the greatest sex for engineering story I've ever heard. The guys at my lab would lose their minds."

Madelyn said, "They are married now, to really great partners. When we needed that room in London, we flew all four of them over for a week. It was more sex for engineering and we got both!"

Natalie looked curious. "Did the wives let them bed you?"

The two laughed again. "It was such fun. We took them to a fancy restaurant for dinner and then to a club for some dancing and more booze. When the taxi dumped us out at the apartment, no one was feeling any pain. I had arranged things so Madelyn was in with me and two were in the living room and two in the other bedroom. Nasty girls that we are, our door was open. There was a lot of messing around in the bathroom and then voices saying, "No, in here."

"We crawled down the hall and all four of them were doing it in Madelyn's bed. Girl-girl, guy-guy, then switching. We dropped our pj's, walked in, and asked if we could join the party."

Madelyn added, "It was the first time I had a big cock in me and two women kissing me and sucking my nipples. I think I screamed and came for five minutes."

Natalie said, "Are you trying to get Oscar all hot and bothered?"

The answer came right back, "Why not, he's got a great cock and knows how to use it better than they do."

Natalie sat in my lap and sucked on a finger. "These are predatory females. I'm not allowing you near them!"

Lisa said, "That is a great pose. When you are a couple of months further along, we are going to take nude portrait pictures.

She kissed me and asked, "Would you like that?"

"I would. I'm excited about this child I fathered without knowing what I was doing."

All three women laughed hard.

Lisa and Madelyn flew off to London to placate investors, saying that several guys with full identification would be coming by to install and activate the system.

In another week, we were summoned to the new data center at breakfast time. On a sixty inch screen on one wall were the smiling faces of Lisa and Madelyn, sipping wine and talking to the technician at our end. He was checking out remote control features. 

Lisa said, "Everything is on fiber, not copper, and it is all encrypted, including this video session. It turns out that some of our London deep pockets bankers are jumping up and down about being able to have contact via us with startups in the Valley. Madelyn is coming tomorrow to organize a first session and see how it goes. Should she bring her London business clothes, or buy there?"

Natalie said, "Both. There are times when the Valley guys are terribly impressed by a little British accent, especially when a body like Madelyn's goes with it. Other times, it's jeans and tees and bean bags."

The tech was loving this line of chatter, gazing at Lisa's almost larger than life chest. 

"Alan, your eyes are bugging out. Be careful or your girlfriend will beat you!"

"Yes, M'am. I mean, ok Lisa." He turned to us, "They don't let us be formal with them." 

I looked around the room, where West End had just spent upwards of a million, and marveled at the new reality. London bankers were going to compete with Wall St. for California startup technology without ever leaving town.

With the great day approaching, there was a crisis about who was going to do the marrying. Neither Natalie nor I had seen the inside of a church since we were children. And we both wanted the ceremony on her patio next to the pool, with views to the Valley. Inge from the lab came to the rescue with a minister from her liberal nordic church.

On Saturday morning, we were in bed together. The baby was kicking and Natalie was a bundle of nerves. Lisa and Madelyn arrived, sweaty from a run, and announced that as bridesmaids, they were in charge of the bride, and I was to absent myself until the ceremony.

"How refreshingly old fashioned," I declared and left the room.

I was about to open a Skype video connection to Geneva on the giant screen in the West End data center when Lisa walked in.

"Take your sweaty clothes off, I want to show our excellent genes to the WHO Deputy Director."

"Oscar! You dirty MCP, you! Blasting my nakedness all over the Internet..."

I pulled her down into my lap and devoured the nicest parts of her front while she rubbed sweat on me.

We hugged tightly and she whispered, "This is it, you are losing your free living ways. You are going to be a father in a lot less than nine months from your wedding day!" She laughed hysterically.

"Have you asked Natalie whether all my roaming privileges are revoked?"

Her tongue traced my lips. "I have, actually. She said the sweetest thing. 'Lisa, I'm an only child and you are like a sister to me. You will always have privileges with him. Before it's too late, you must have a child like I am. Why don't you have your DNA tested to see if there is any reason he can't be a father to both of our kids?' "

Her head was tucked into me and shaking with little sobs. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that on your marriage day..."

My kiss was as soft and loving as I could make it. "Tell me more, soon. But not today." I turned her over and swatted the tough bottom. "Now get out of here, otherwise you are going to be showing your charms to my boss."

She scampered out and I opened the connection. "Oscar, this is an amazing treat. I've never had a high definition picture on the Internet."

"Alan, my rich sister is going to get richer selling this to the financiers in the City, who want a piece of the action here in the Valley. I was just calling to check in about New York." 

"Natalie is going to have a baby. We are having great fun pretending it is a shotgun wedding. She is showing a lot and the baby is kicking. All our friends are laughing their heads off. The wedding is today."

"So we are revising her New York arrangements to part time, and not that until the baby is old enough to have a full time nanny here."

"Oscar, you don't want a commuter marriage based in New York. What an awful thought. Why don't you stay in my group, and we will make some adjustments to keep you there in California more of the time. With this kind of teleconference equipment, we can raise the level of communication of the whole organization."

"You and I work so well together, you don't have to offer twice. Natalie will be very happy. I will tell her it is a special wedding present from Alan."

The wedding was to be at five. There were valets down at the bottom of the hill to park cars when they started arriving at four. There was a decorated golf cart to haul people up the hill.

Inge and Madelyn and Lisa were the bridesmaids and closeted with Natalie and a hairdresser for the final touches. My wife to be had decided a nice dress in a pastel beige would be the color of the day. She warned me that it showed her belly and not to laugh when she came down the aisle of flowers that had been constructed for the ceremony. "This is our baby and I am proud of it!" she hissed in my ear as I was shoved out of the bedroom.

Since my friends and family were thousands of miles away, Inge had promoted her husband Rolf to stand up with me. We waited at the end of the aisle, with Rolf joshing me about falling after so many years of bachelorhood. "We all fall eventually. You have got yourself a wonderful wife."

The organist had his portable Yamaha off to one side, playing light tunes as everyone was seated.

True to her laboratory background, Natalie and her maids appeared precisely at five. I was struck down by her beauty, shaking in my shoes. The dress was exquisite, high waisted and low cut over her chest. With the rise of her belly pushing against the fabric, and her pregnant breasts showing themselves above the top of the dress, there was no doubt that a real woman was making her way to me. The brilliant smile said, "Oh, so you want to marry me today?"

I smiled back and tried to stand still, as I had been instructed. The music died away and she had my hand in hers. I thought of all the stories about paralyzed grooms at the altar and understood why.

All too soon, the minister was saying, "You may kiss the bride," and I was. Natalie's many friends from the lab clapped and cheered. Lisa and Madelyn poked me in the ribs and said, "You don't deserve her." Natalie held me close and said, "Yes, he does. He really does."

A string trio joined the organist and played for the reception. Caterers circulated with champagne and canapes. Some young couples approached and asked if they could swim when it got dark. Madelyn and Lisa thought this was a fine idea and took charge, with a lot of whispering about how much clothing would be needed in the pool. 

The wine went to my head, and made me even more of a basket case than I already was. Natalie said, "Isn't it nice that we don't have to change and run away somewhere?"

I kissed her and asked how late it had to be for the bride with the belly to be naked in the pool.

She laughed and said, "Some of these people are not into public skinny dipping. Why don't Lisa and Madelyn circulate saying swimming is optional, starting at eight? The uptight folks will know to make their exit."

Instead of a receiving line, Natalie made sure to make the rounds, with a firm clasp of my hand, introducing me to those I had not met. Some remembered me from previous visits and whispered in my ear that they had wondered if I ever would propose. I kissed them back and said, "I finally came to my senses."

Lisa and Maddy arranged a long table for clothing, with a big stack of towels, and whatever terry robes they could find. Several other women disappeared with them, and promptly at eight a giggling group of naked women ran across the lawn and into the pool.

I sat in a chair with Natalie on my knees and watched. Our hands wandered on each other's bodies and she whispered what a nice party someone had thrown.

It wasn't long before I realized that the groom was going to be asleep if I didn't join the fun in the pool. "I need to wake up in the water, " I said. "Do you want me to wait for you, or help with the dress?"

"Yes, why don't you. The girls are having too much fun."

In our bedroom, I discovered that the bride had nothing except the dress on. "They put me up to it, the shameless ones. Said you would get all excited and perform better."

I told her I was not going out to the pool with an erection and we needed to calm down. She kissed me and suggested she could find icecubes for it.

This was too much and I grabbed her up over my shoulder, ran twenty yards to the pool and destroyed her expensive hairdo with a wild plunge to the bottom.

Strangely enough, the four of us slept together in the king size bed and no one had any sex. In the morning, Madelyn brought a tray with coffee, juice and special pastries. 

The bride sat up in her own bed, looking radiant and pleased. The baby was kicking, and she pushed the sheet down so we could see. "I never realized there is absolutely nothing wrong with marrying a guy who has already made you pregnant. He is standing there, promising to take care of you and your baby. It is a wonderful feeling."

The other three of us rolled on the foot of the bed and said she was going to make us cry. 

In the weeks that followed, the two girls and I became Natalie's support team. She objected at first, arguing we had work commitments that needed attention. We lay on the bed, where we spent a lot of time, and argued that everyone would be more effective if we did not have to worry about her mothering responsibilities all the time. There was even a schedule showing who had the "duty," and what doctor or other activity was happening.

One evening after dinner, when we were all there and having some ice cream on the bed, she asked, "Do we want to know the sex? The doctor took ultrasounds today and asked if he should tell me. I said I would ask at home."

The three of them looked at me. I licked Madelyn's toes, which made her screech, and said, "I have an idea. We will take four pieces of paper and secretly write our choice down and put them in a bowl. The mother will read them out. Yes means we are told. If there is a tie, it means we get to know."

In a few minutes, Natalie picked up the first folded paper. "Yes." Another. "Yes." Another. "Yes." The last one. "No."

We looked at her. "I'd rather not. It will be a birthing room surprise."

That was not the last of Natalie's vetoes. Lisa and Madelyn asked one evening about having a midwife and a home birth, saying it was very common in the UK.

The PhD in her said, "A female over forty has a significantly increased probability of difficult birth. We are not going to push the odds." The hospital was thirty minutes away.

The doctor said she was due in early February. She reminded us her birthday was February 10th, and wondered if her body would cooperate and give the child the same natal day.

One morning, after I had been away a week in Geneva and was feeling beat from too much airplane, she said she had talked to the doctor about edema and pre-eclampsia. "My aunt nearly died of it, and lost her baby. But it is not associated with older women's first pregnancy, and I have a handout about symptoms. I am encouraged to have lots of exercise and keep my weight gain under control."

"That's very scary. I don't know what to say."

"It is. I've stopped reading about pregnancy problems. It appears there is a ten percent chance something will happen to kill me or the baby. I know you don't like that number. Neither do I. But let's be positive, there is a ninety percent chance everything will go fine."

We hugged each other, lying there silently and hoping for the ninety percent.

While the belly and the baby got larger, a routine evolved around the Silicon Valley headquarters of West End Enterprises. The video wall in the data center was a real hit with investors on both sides of the Atlantic. One day, a very attractive young woman showed up and said, "Hello, I'm Wilma. West End has hired me to look after the scheduling of the video center and other chores. I'm a student in business school locally and can arrange my schedule to be here early in the morning when London is anxious to have sessions."

Ten minutes later, Lisa was on the phone, saying, "I forgot to tell you about Wilma." I said, "Hang on a moment," and walked down to the center. Wilma was finding her way around and looked at me quizzically. Holding my finger to my lips, I put the phone on speaker. "I've put you on speaker while I'm pruning. What is this about Wilma?"

"I talked to you about our need for someone to look after the video sessions. Well, I asked around in the Valley and they sent me to the placement people at Santa Clara business school and I found Wilma Smithers. She was born over here, but her folks emigrated. Her father is a senior engineering VP at one of the startups."

"What can you tell me about her? Anything I should know?"

"The first thing is that she is very attractive and you are to keep hands off!"

Wilma looked at me with wide eyes.

"The second thing is that she is fearsomely smart. Straight A smart. So talk to her about your work. She will like some of your stories about out of the way places."

"OK, some of them are a bit gory."

"The third thing is that she is a competitive swimmer and you should offer her the pool if that is ok with the great mother."

"Anything more?

"Yes. She might be interested in working for us when she graduates. Make her feel welcome. Give her a hug and a kiss, a chaste kiss, mind you. Make sure she meets Natalie right away."

"When are you back here?"

"Probably not for a fortnight. You won't believe the deal Maddy is cooking up now. Easy seven figures if we can pull it off."

"You have my permission to chase billions of pounds. I will be nice to Wilma and hold the fort. Natalie is bigger everyday."

Towards the end of the call, Wilma had sidled across the room and into my arms, complicating the end of the conversation.

She had a husky, seductive whisper. "Only chaste kisses? That doesn't sound right." Her tongue found mine and played. "And you are going to tell me stories, and introduce me to Natalie?"

My arms were around her, my fingers finding a remarkably hard, taut behind. "You must swim a lot."

"At least a mile a day. Take me to see Natalie." She put my hands under her bottom and wrapped her legs around my waist.

I climbed the stairs, expecting trouble, but she slipped to her feet and followed sedately as we went along the side of the house to the patio next to the pool. Natalie had her nose in a math journal and looked very serious, except for the fact that her belly was showing a nice bulge, and her body was tanned from all the poolside time she was putting in.

"Natalie hon, we have a guest."

Pushing the glasses up, she rose and turned. The two women stared at each other for a moment, and I said, "This is Wilma Smithers, she is going to be helping with the data center scheduling."

They shook hands and sat down. Natalie said, "As you can see, I am having a baby. I get to sit out here in the mornings and let it grow while I keep up with my lab work."

I took drink orders and disappeared. They were in nonstop conversation when I returned. Natalie said, "Wilma is going to take a quick swim in the altogether. You are not to stare."

She entered the water like a seal, and energetically pulled down a dozen laps before taking the sidelines. I went to the shallow end steps and held a big towel for her. The view as she walked into it was superb. I gathered her in my arms and took us back to the table. Natalie said, "Oscar! The poor woman has been here less than an hour and you are hitting on her?"

I smirked, "Surely a little TLC is excused for someone who might become a valued employee?"

Natalie rolled her eyes and said to Wilma, "Don't mind him, he really isn't trying to get into your nonexistent knickers. He just likes to flirt. Is it true you might go to fulltime?"

Wilma leaned over and asked if she could feel the belly bump. "Go ahead, he or she likes to kick. You might get a surprise."

"You don't know?"

I laughed and Natalie said, "I decided to make it a birthing room surprise. He is not happy."

I smiled and said, "There is the terrible burden of calling the infant an "it" for months and months..."

They laughed and Wilma said, "In answer to your question, I am feeling very welcome. The employee benefits are incredible. Would it be possible for me to have a cot somewhere so I could sleep here before an early morning?"

Natalie said, "We can do better than a cot," taking Wilma's hand and going off.

I was already in my trunks, so dropped the shirt and went for a swim myself. I had a lengthy report to finish in the afternoon, cooped up with the computer, and was stalling in the warm sun.

They came back and joined me in the water, rubbing bare skin on either side of me. "Oscar, I have signed up Wilma to be a part time nanny after the baby comes. Her mother is a nurse-midwife, and Wilma knows a lot about babies."

"Am I permitted to sun up here when the schedule is complete for the day?"

"Of course. Oscar and I tend to go about naked when the weather is like this, but I gather that is not a problem?"

"We came from England when I was thirteen. I couldn't believe the sunshine and all the bodies with no tan lines. I am completely converted to your lifestyle."

I was kneading Wilma's neck and shoulders. She made an approving noise and put her head down. 

"If he gives you any trouble, you have my permission to attack him viciously. Is there a man in your life? They can be handy to have around."

"There was. He was handsome, athletic and a great lover. But he got more and more unhappy at dating someone who was a lot smarter than he was. We broke up about a month ago. Do you have any stray males around?"




A Couple Pt. 03



They laughed and I groaned. "Honey, now I know what my problem is."

"Be careful. I will sign Wilma up to help me beat you."

We dried off, and I applied sunscreen, as chastely as possible. After I finished Natalie's front, Wilma said, "Please do me and be attentive to my boobs. If you don't do them properly, there will be punishment."

Natalie said, "I think between the two of us, we have him under control."

I had taken lunch responsibility away from Natalie some weeks ago and left to take care of that. The lunch tray had seafood salad with lovely looking tomatoes, and either lemonade or white wine.

Natalie said to Wilma, "You are off duty and the only one who can taste the wine. Celebrate a little on your first day."

I sipped my lemonade and tried to think about the draft of the paper waiting for me to finish. The two mostly naked bodies were a serious distraction.

Wilma said, "I have to go at three for a class. Are there any chores I can help with? You are making me feel decadent."

Natalie answered, "If you are serious, the pool needs its cleaning robot started, and the gutter scrubbed. I'm not much good at it with this belly."

I went into the darkened study with the big display monitor and went to work. The paper was coming along well when there was a kiss on the back of my neck. "You have been very good to your new employee. There is nothing early tomorrow, so I will sleep at home and see you around nine. Natalie gave me a key and showed me how to operate the security gate."

I turned around and pulled her into my lap. "You are one hell of a fine young woman. Thanks for being so nice to Natalie. She really wants this baby. Didn't even tell me she had thrown her pills away before we went on a trip to Sweden in the spring."

Wilma kissed me and squirmed in my arms. "With all this sex and baby talk, I am going to have to find a man..."

I stood her on her feet and swatted her bottom. "You are forbidden to tempt me." The kiss was fleeting and she was gone.

Whether it was her exciting my hormones, or something else, the paper got finished before dinner. I found Natalie on our bed, dozing. 

"I'm being awfully lazy. We have to talk about dinner."

"You are doing exactly what you should be. Let me worry about dinner."

"You have a hot new body to ogle."

"She came in to say goodby and I told her she was not to tempt me."

"Males are always tempted. Don't try that stuff on me. I like looking at her too."

Her eyes were big and blue and challenging. "I am going to be a basket case with a whining baby, and you are going to throw me out so she can warm your bed."

I was on the bed, pulling her into me. "That's not even half funny. You have this big brain that worries and fusses and thinks dark thoughts that I might abandon you."

She sniffled on my shoulder and whispered, "I am so dumb."

"Yes. I want you to repeat after me. 'He is not going anywhere. He loves you. He loves your baby.' "

The eyes closed and she relaxed into me. "Oscar, I am such a happy married woman. Why didn't we do it earlier?"

"Fright. Simply fright."

"He's kicking me." I put my hand down, and there they were, gentle little pushes.

"He?"

"I lied to you."

"You saw the picture?"

"Yes. I would get over your knee but my belly is too big."

"Can we still pretend it is a surprise?"

"That would be really nice. I haven't told the girls about my lie."

The baby was making Natalie restless at night. She bought an e-reader and downloaded story after story. I would open my eyes and her face would be illuminated by the glow of the tablet.

"Am I bothering you?" Her hand rubbed my side gently.

"No, not at all." I wasn't sleeping that well myself. Welcome to middle age.

One night when I opened my eyes, there was an apparition in the dark beyond Natalie. Wilma was standing there, clad only in a pair of very tight nylon boy shorts. Natalie said to me,"She is a night owl too. Let her in there."

She was a cat, wiggling around until she was comfortably snuggled with us. "Will he attack me?" Her nylon pants slipped around on my front.

I pulled her to me, a hand firmly grasping a small tit. "Intruders should expect to be ravished." I kissed the back of her neck. Natalie was smiling down at her bedmates and pulling on a strand of Wilma's hair. 

Wilma said, "This is very nice. If you aren't careful, I will find this place again."

After that, I would wake and find a body between Natalie and me. My bride was loving and protective of her helper, caressing the sleeping kitty, who arrived and disappeared silently.

I discovered that Wilma had a very organized routine. She went to bed early, and got up at four for an hour's swim. That gave her another hour for a workout and shower before the early video crowd were arriving at six. By ten, it was dinner hour in London, and the trans-Atlantic sessions were over. Depending on her class schedule, she would do chores and keep Natalie company, both of them bare and glistening with lotion in the sun. Afternoons were for homework, sometimes with us and sometimes at school. Once or twice a month, New York was on the video and sessions were late morning or early afternoon.

One day, she brought a guest for lunch. "This is Suzanne Oliver. She is PA to Geoff Lyons, the CFO of ArcticAir, a web startup."

Conversation was easy. Her boss had raised a round of financing in London through West End. According to Suzanne, he was impressed with Lisa and her crew, and loved the early morning video conferences. Talking to her, Wilma found out he was a champion AAU swimmer and mostly swam in the early morning dark.

Suzanne allowed as how she was an AAU swimmer too. In fact, that was the thing on her resume that got her Geoff's job. As we talked, Wilma stood, peeled off her clothes, and dove into the pool. Suzanne looked wistful, and Natalie said, "Go ahead, don't mind us."

The Suzanne body looked a lot like Wilma's. Sleek smooth muscles. Big shoulders and strong thighs. The pace up and down the pool was ferocious for almost half an hour.

The two of them clung to the side, heads together. "Wilma, this is to die for. You don't actually get paid for working here, do you?

I brought them towels and said to sit with Natalie, I would do the lunch honors.

After the meal, Wilma pointed to two mats. "You have a bit of time before you have to go back to work. If we lie there on our fronts, he will put sunscreen on our backs and behinds and not attack." 

I was working on their muscular butts when Suzanne said, "Oscar, I have an idea. My boss loves early morning swims. And he loves your video studio. What if there was a very special club for West End clients who are serious swimmers? By invitation only. And you have to bring your PA, or girlfriend, or wife so there is no hitting on Wilma. Only one guest at a time and only for an hour at four-thirty. And a generous contribution to swimming pool "maintenance?"

Wilma groaned, "Suzanne! You have a devious mind. Your flirting with Geoff must not be working." She raised her arm and swatted Suzanne as hard as she could.

"Ouch. I am going to get you for that. Yes, you are right, my charms are not impressing Geoff. He is divorced and a workaholic."

"I could whisper in his ear at the next conference that you make me hot."

"My having girl sex with you is going to tempt him?"

Natalie couldn't help laughing, and Suzanne sat up, blushing. Natalie said, "Get on Oscar's lap and show him you are straight."

The instant sex object advanced on me, noticing the bulge in my shorts. "Hmm. Maybe I'll stay here instead of going to work. Is he allowed to make out with me?"

Wilma screeched and rushed over. "Hey, he hasn't even done me yet. No fair."

I got one on each knee and said, "If you don't watch out, I'll have you both."

I didn't have a top on and they rubbed slippery boobs on me as their lips found mine.

Natalie was walking toward the house and said, "Grab them and follow me." In the bedroom, she spread a large beach towel on the bed and said, "Lose the shorts."

She boosted the swimmers to the towel and joined them, bare herself. 

"Oscar, you will never have a better chance for hot sex. I am going to watch."

Suzanne had one of Wilma's nipples in her mouth. Natalie had one of Suzanne's. My tongue was entertaining two pussies that still tasted of chlorine. I wondered if the two flirts really wanted me, or not.

I whispered in their ears, my hands busy, "Am I supposed to keep going?"

They answered in their best low sexy voices, "Yes! She gets to go first," leaving the choice to me.

I spent a few moments caressing the bodies as Natalie continued her kissing and licking. Wilma had seniority, but Suzanne was a guest. I drove into Suzanne with a grunt. She wailed, "Oh no, you can't do this. I'm just a poor working girl..."

My thrusts were hard and demanding. "Haven't been getting enough cock, have you? We don't allow that around here. We want satisfied guests. It is part of the hospitality."

"Oh yes, give me more hospitality, please."

That was my introduction to Suzanne's wanton ways. But Wilma wanted hers. "Hey, don't I get some?"

My grunt was louder and more aggressive. Her hips sagged into the mattress as my cock did its work. Suzanne was in Natalie's arms, panting and wiggling. They chuckled evilly. 

Wilma lost it then, her body freezing with a climax. "Oh shit, you are such a bad guy..."

Natalie leaned her belly on Suzanne and I eased into her gently from behind. "Yes," she whispered, "yes, yes."

Wilma was kissing Suzanne and pinching her nipples. "If we start Wilma's special West End swim club, I suppose you and Geoff want to be charter members?"

"Yes. We have to get him in a position where he owes me a favor, and I tell him it is his big cock!"

Natalie fastened her mouth to Suzanne's neck muscle and bit down. "Oh, sis, you are nasty. That is going to show."

Natalie hissed, "You need something to show him about your girl sex encounter."

Wilma pulled me out of Natalie and sat on me. "Speaking of girl sex, Oscar, Lisa wants me to visit the West End office in London. Natalie still has eight weeks before she is due, is it ok for me to go?"

Natalie said, "I will talk to Geoff about loaning Suzanne to us while Wilma is gone. She can set up the swim club and do other chores, and have sex with Oscar and me when Geoff gets done."

The three of us gazed at her twitching naked body, laughing.

Wilma could go for a week. She would have to do some homework over there. I took her to the airport. She was on the evening flight and would arrive at Heathrow after lunch, London time. "Set your watch now, and imagine you are already on their time. It's three am."

At nine the next morning, Lisa was on the line, telling us to open a video session. The three of them were in their running clothes, still all sweaty. Wilma exclaimed, "Oh Natalie, they made me run with them in the park! I'm dying. And I can't have a nap, we are going to a client dinner. They won't even let me open my bag. Look at this dress Em is tucking for me."

Madelyn had a sinister grin and a sheath dress over her arm that was London chic through and through. Natalie said, "You are in good hands, Wilma, enjoy the fun."

After the screen went dark, I said, "Do you suppose she is going to end up in their bed?"

I got a kiss and an armlock for that. "Quote me odds on her staying out of their bed."

"Zero." I tickled her and rubbed the ever expanding belly. 

Suzanne walked in, finished with her video duties. She had one of Wilma's flowery wrap dresses on. The kind you wear over swim suits. She dropped it on a chair, revealing the tanned slender body minus any suit. She climbed on the bed and inserted herself between us. "Wilma says it is ever so nice to be sandwiched between you in bed. May I have her place while she is away?"

She got kisses from both of us, rubbed Natalie's belly, and stroked my cock, which had gotten very hard with her arrival.

She closed her eyes. "I have news. Geoff asked me for a date yesterday, took me to dinner, and spent the evening fucking me in his own bed."

Natalie exclaimed, "Suzanne! Good news! What did the trick?"

"I'm not really sure, but his eyes got wide when I told him about swimming and tanning at noontime here, and Oscar rubbing sunscreen on both of us at once." 

Her stroking of me got more aggressive and she looked to Natalie for permission.

"I am all hot and bothered. My bottom is tingling and wants more. Is Oscar available?"

Natalie smiled and reached for a stiff nipple to tweak. "Yes, but tell me, is this business with Geoff supposed to get you a proposal?"

She worked herself up on top and slowly lowered until I was fully in her.

"God, Natalie, your man knows how to treat a horny woman. Please make me your slut, Oscar."

Something about fucking this hot young body with my approving wife looking on torched me off. I had Suzanne on her back, punching her down into the mattress with thrusts and grunts. She tried to say something but an orgasm caught her and all that came out was a dying wail as she clenched and twisted under me.

The three of us were lying back, relaxed, when Suzanne said, "It's not going to work with Geoff."

Natalie stroked the sweaty face next to her and said, "Oh dear, what is the problem?"

"Swimming is not enough. You shouldn't feel bad, but work and play with you has changed me."

I spread the sheet over us and pulled her back to my front. "We are no experts in loving, but we feel like family and want to help." My hand cupped her breast and my tongue roamed around her neck and shoulders gently.

She quivered and said in a low voice, almost a whisper, "He is so driven. No wonder his ex couldn't take it. Work is first, last and always with him. I look at the two of you, both with fantastic jobs and reputations, and I know it doesn't have to be that way." Her head dropped into the pillow and she cried quietly.

I looked over at Natalie, who smiled thinly at me. Her eyes said, "Such are the ways of love."

Natalie and I carefully slipped away, leaving Suzanne to a much needed nap. I was at my computer when a naked front rubbed on me. "You were so nice back there. Do you think West End might need another helper?"

I turned to find Natalie grasping Suzanne from behind. "You want us to be accomplices to ditching Geoff, including your job?"

She fell into my lap, arms around my neck, "Yes. Please? Pretty please?"

How often does a guy get asked by a naked woman to help her quit her job and her love affair?

Natalie pulled her hair, and pushed the belly into Suzanne's side. "I should pretend to be your momma and take you over my knee. What do you mean you are dumping a man who will soon be worth a hundred million or a billion dollars. Are you out of your mind, girl?"

Suzanne collapsed, laughing and crying at the same time. "My real momma is remarried and we don't talk. If you take me in, you can spank me every morning, as long as I get to swim."

Natalie was massaging the muscular back of the woman whose head was buried in my shoulder. She tried to make her voice sound tough. "We haven't even agreed, and she wants swimming privileges!"

I stood and walked to the patio with Suzanne in my arms and then ran us into the pool. She sped away from me, arms flailing. Natalie dropped her wrap and marched carefully down the shallow end stairs. I leaned against the side and held her as Suzanne worked out her emotions in the water. "We need to ask Lisa?"

"Yes, but we know the answer. With those smarts, and energy, she will do wonders for West End."

"What about the body? You don't care about that?"

I pinched a pregnant nipple viciously. "You are as hot for her as I am."

"Have you noticed that being pregnant has made me interested in other women?"

"Another thing you should discuss with that analyst you need so badly."

Suzanne swam up just as Natalie was pulling my cock as hard as she could.

"Natalie! It doesn't stretch like that, does it?"

"He was discussing your favorable attributes with me and failed to mention your outstanding body."

I gathered them in and said, "We are going to be serious for one minute. Suzanne, you are welcome to join our little menagerie, but Lisa has the last word on jobs. If you want, we could talk to her on the video whenever you are ready."

"Maybe we should wait until Wilma is back? I don't want to spring something on her."

I said, "Yes, and you need to talk to Natalie about how to handle this with Geoff and stay friends. I'll get some drinks."

The two of them sat in the afternoon sun, enjoying our little nudist colony, while I did laps. A very pregnant wife and two nubile handmaidens. And a sister with an incredible girlfriend who makes big deals with London financiers. Oscar, I said to myself, your life is getting complicated. You used to think viruses were plenty enough for your poor brain.

I swam harder and washed away complications. When I came over to their table, the women were smiling. I said, "You have it figured out? Lisa will want to know how West End gets a new employee and keeps a valued client."

Natalie motioned to me to sit. "It is very simple. We lengthen the pool to an AAU size, build a proper pool house, and Suzanne gives Geoff special privilenges there after his morning swim!"

"I should have known this would be an expensive solution. West End will charge it off to marketing expense? The exclusive early morning swim club will bring in millions of new business?"

Suzanne was in my lap, her arm still around Natalie. "Oscar, you cynical thing. Of course it will. Santa Clara is an epicenter of crazy swimmers. Wait until the rumors circulate. I'm thinking that we should raise expectations by opening a Founder's list, and make it known that only ten names are going on it. The entrance fee is a minimum ten million dollar relationship with West End and a ten thousand dollar contribution to swimming pool maintenance."

Leaning back with closed eyes, I caressed the firm breast leaning on me. "You win. I suppose that I should be pleased with hot bodies and brilliant minds, but you women are keeping me nervous with your scheming."

I opened one eye to see them both grinning at me. My macho instincts were overwhelmed by the sight of the round tanned belly of the woman I loved. Suzanne noticed and said, "One of these days, I need a belly like that too. Maybe twins, they run in the family."

I groaned and they laughed.

(cont'd in Part 4 - A Birthing and More Surprises)