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Threesome Next Door Ch. 08-14

Chapter 8 – Houston, We Have Lift Off

The following week Ginger had to be in Chicago area to see one of her clients. She was away two nights, and our daughter took it upon herself to be my consort both nights, although she wasn't the only one. We sexted pictures to Ginger – usually erotic and sexy but with us making funny faces to keep it light. They were appreciated.

Brad and Megan made an offer on the home on the other side of Doug, Beth, and Jo from us. After a little haggling they agreed on a price pending a home inspection and a few other things. All that went into action. They wanted to move in a month if things went their way.

Jo spent a night with Jillian and me, and Beth the next night. We were energetic lovers. Moreover, Ethan and Ellie were usually right down the hall, if not also in our bed sharing themselves with us. Doug usually had Megan and his other wife. Brad was in their mix as well.

I got back on track with my clients, and sold another job in Houston with a company named Mantra Electronics over the phone. I'd have to fly over there the following week to really close the deal and start on the work.

Doug had his course load for the semester lined up, and was spending his days preparing the syllabus for each class, and preparing his teaching plans and lab assignments. Beth was usually gone in the daytime at her gallery and studio, and Jo was at her job in Bradenton making good with the company's financials.

The following Sunday, Jillian flew back to her school on the west coast to begin her junior year. We had a teary goodbye. This wasn't a matter of her saying goodbye to her parents, she was leaving her lovers: Ethan, Ginger, and me, along with our neighbors. The same afternoon, Ethan and Ellie left to drive back to his college almost three hours away.

Ellie and Ethan were a solid couple by the time they left. He confided in me that he never thought he'd ever meet a girl that would blend in with our family and neighbors so easily and so thoroughly. Ellie told me she loved Ginger and me the night before they left. I told her she was always welcome whether or not she remained with my son. She assured me that they were solid and growing together. She also warned that she intended to model our open marriage with him once they got on campus. I wondered what that would be like.

Suddenly, we were empty nesters again. Ginger and I were left looking at each and laughing; we'd been through this before and all we could do was laugh at our feelings of loneliness. The past months had been so transformational and so full of people.

The next week I was in California with Symtech Carrington, and then Houston, Texas, and Ginger was in Chicago ending the job with Baron Services and then White Plains with a new client - Hansen Financial Services. We wrote up little fantasies about meeting people and sent them to each other. I reminded her she had the easier time of picking up guys compared to me. She was the hot looking woman.

I was surprised when my second day in Texas with Mantra Electronics I got an invitation to dinner with one of the vice presidents in my client's company – a sharp looking and fashionable woman about fifty. The woman was not working on the acquisition I was helping the company evaluate, so I accepted without much thought. I informed Ginger and asked for any ideas about how to handle the evening. I thought it might be an opportunity to sell another consulting assignment within the same company. I expected a professional business-type answer.

Ginger responded with a text: 'ROFLOL. Wine her, dine her, kiss her, romance her, fuck her, leave her quaking, cuddle her, take pictures, send me some, and bring the rest of the pictures home. Go for it. I love you. G.'

Tara Bennett proved to be a very entertaining woman. I met her right after the workday ended. She'd been in an hour-long workshop I'd run about other management opinions on the acquisition and its evaluation factors, so I'd briefly met her a day earlier.

She brought me back to her posh and beautiful condominium; an expansive, low-rise, western motif building with more amenities than any resort I'd ever been in. We had wine and cheese on the veranda of her condo overlooking the eighteenth green of the associated golf course. In response to her questions, I explained that I hadn't played regularly since forever, but did like the game. She promised to set up a round for sometime soon. Now, that sounded promising and also a little longer-term than anybody else seemed to be thinking about my presence in Houston.

We walked from her condo to her nearby country club for dinner. She was known by name by everyone, and I was pleasantly introduced to other members and staff alike. I was cordial to all. I was never supercilious to hourly staff; we were all working just at different jobs. I learned later that my jocular and conversational attitude with our waiter scored big points with her. She did not like people that belittled others so they could feel 'big'. I never thought I was ego bound.

We shared a liqueur back on her veranda, and I was polite and assumed nothing. I did not 'come on to' or 'hit on' Tara. I tried to school myself not to take people for granted, and that meant not assuming I knew what their motives were or what they really wanted from some interaction or event.

Further, there was an old adage in the consultant trade: 'Never get the client pregnant'.

I made going back to my motel noises about nine-thirty but she kept us talking. At ten o'clock I tried again. Tara looked at me and bluntly asked, "Are you unhappy being here with me?"

"God, no," I said with genuine emotion. "I love talking with you. I just know it's a work night, and you even mentioned earlier that you were often in your office early. I didn't want to overstay my welcome."

Tara grinned, "You will not overstay your welcome, because your welcome as you call it extends at least until tomorrow morning. I'm also hoping you'll be back with me tomorrow night."

I relaxed and nodded, "I'd be delighted." I was pretty sure I'd interpreted her remarks correctly.

"Good, now come with me."

I stood and she took my hand. I followed Tara into her bedroom. My analytical brain did a rapid assessment about the arc of the rest of the evening. Positive things were happening from my point of view.

Tara turned at the foot of her large bed and kissed me. I kissed back.

She said, "I am not breaking up your marriage. This is a friends-with-benefits kind of evening. Is that acceptable?"

I nodded. "Ginger and I have an open marriage. There's only one requirement that I was given."

"What's that?" Tara asked with a smirk.

I passed Tara my phone. Ginger's text message was still in the window. Tara laughed. I like your wife and I haven't even met her. Keep your phone out."

Tara and I made out some more and gradually lost our clothing over the next fifteen minutes. We were being slow and sultry about our lovemaking and not frantically rushing into anything. I think I'd read her mood correctly.

When we were nude I secretly evaluated Tara's body. She was an athlete. She had visible ab muscles, pecs, triceps, and biceps. She worked out. I suspected the condo club had a superb gym and trainers.

"Take my picture," Tara suggested as she struck a sexy and suggestive pose on the bed.

I took a dozen, with each pose getting increasingly exhibitionist and downright lewd. Tara told me, "I think I know what your wife would like to see."

Tara gestured me to her, and she sucked my cock into her mouth, but not before suggesting another picture or two. I took them. She continued working on me for a few minutes.

I made use of my hands on her body and especially her pussy that I could reach in the position we were in. She got increasingly wet and occasionally jerked with some pleasure at what I was giving to her.

I stopped her at one point and went down on her. She tasted divine, and I started to really get into eating her. I looked up her body at one point and she was holding my cellphone and taking pictures of me eating her out. She smiled, "You have to have something worthwhile to show Ginger. Hey, do you suppose she's fucking some guy right now?"

I chuckled, "Maybe. I hope so. I hope she has a night of pleasure just the way I'm hoping you will."

"Oh, you say the sweetest things. Keep eating me. You're off to a great start."

I was thinking about how great Tara tasted. I wondered whether it was politically correct to be using dining terms to refer to the cunnilingus we both seemed to be enjoying so. I even chuckled to myself: I was eating her; dining at the 'Y'; she tasted good; I had a furburger in my mouth; I enjoyed her taco; her clam tasted good; I was enjoying a box lunch; and I hoped I was tossing her salad. I knew there were other crude terms, but those were the ones that came to mind.

I did wonder why some adult-oriented chemical company hadn't come up with a candy a guy could suck that would taste the same as Tara or Ginger or Jillian or any of the females I loved to indulge. Instead, I usually purchased wintergreen or peppermint mints. No comparison.

Tara writhed under me for twenty minutes as I licked, sucked, pulled, prodded, and did about everything I could think of to do to a pussy with mouth and fingers. My jaw was getting tired. I wondered how Jillian could suck cock for so long. Practice?

I pulled Tara's torso to the edge of the bed and folded her legs up towards the ceiling. I was hard. I rubbed myself along her slit and then allowed the head to 'catch' at the opening to her vagina. She watched me with an invitational smile. She said, "Do it. Fuck me."

I slowly sank into her. Tara said, "Stop. Don't move." I was about as deep inside her as I could go. I froze. I thought maybe she wanted to get used to me or savor the fullness of my cock inside her. Or maybe I was hurting her in some way and she was adjusting herself.

Tara produced my cellphone again and took several pictures, including a couple from over her head looking down her nude body to where I was buried inside her. Her tuft of pubic hair signaled that all was well.

Tara said, "OK, that'll give your Ginger something to think about. Fuck me." I started to pump into her body again, and I was horny. Tara had already enjoyed a half-dozen orgasms. My turn was cumming very soon. I had no will power. Five minutes later I warned, was pulled deeper into the French kiss we were sharing as my hips moved to drive my cock inside her, and then I exploded. I flooded Tara's mature pussy with my male jizz. From her reaction, I thought Tara also had a smaller climax than the earlier ones I'd given her.

I gradually withered and slid out of her sodden pussy. She giggled, an interesting sound from the slightly older woman executive. I surprised and amazed her at that point, because I went down on her. I sucked up the cum and her juices from all around her vaginal opening, and even managed to give her one more orgasm.

"Fuck," Tara said as she came down from her high. "I am jealous of Ginger. No one has ever eaten me after we fucked and they came inside me. That was ... fabulous. Now, let's see what Ginger is up to and let's amuse her with some pictures of us."

I let Tara pick eight pictures of us to send to Ginger. Each one was increasingly sexual and exhibitionist, right up to where she had a picture of me eating her after we'd had intercourse. My face was covered in 'us'. I gave her Ginger's cellphone number and she texted them from my phone.

About two minutes later my photo jingled with the signal that a text had come in. The text was from Ginger and read, 'Oh, you naughty man. I hope you can bring her home so I can play with her, too. You two look well matched. Don't forget Round #2 pics. I'll have some to share in a minute. Love you. Gin.'

Tara asked in a surprised tone, "So, she's going to send some of her?"

"I guess so. In case you couldn't tell, when we're apart we're not always sure what the other is doing."

My phone chimed to indicate a text message. I opened the text and scanned through the pictures my wife had just sent. They were all selfies and about as self-explanatory as mine had been. Ginger wrote no text comments.

Picture 1 – Selfie. Handsome man kissing Ginger in hotel cocktail lounge.

Picture 2 – Looking down at Ginger's nude body as she sucks on large cock.

Picture 3 – View down Ginger's nude body as handsome man eats her pussy.

Picture 4 – Large cock about to enter pussy with tuft of Ginger's red pubic hair.

Picture 5 – Large cock buried in same pussy and groin very wet with girl cum.

Picture 6 – Pussy with ginger hair above it oozing man cum.

I texted back, 'He didn't clean you?'

The reply teased, 'Some guys just haven't been taught good manners. LOL.'

'I love you. Maybe he cuddles well. Sleep tight. Hugs. Love you. Steve.'

'I love you. Gin.'

* * * * *

I was in my client's office at nine o'clock as planned, and we started reviewing the list of activities I was giving them for an adequate due diligence investigation of a company they were buying.

About eleven o'clock, a young and pretty secretary with long blonde hair that I hadn't met came into the conference room and asked to speak to me. I was surprised, but gestured her over and introduced myself to her question about whether I was in the room. She said, "I'm Tara Bennett's AA, Stacy Montgomery. She wonders whether you might have time for lunch to discuss a consulting engagement with the marketing side of our company. I had done some research for her, and noted on your website that you have experience in just the areas we've been talking about doing something."

My client looked surprised and nodded at me. "Do it. We're about done this part, anyway. Tara Bennett is a 'Big Cheese' around here. What she says goes, even more than our CEO. I have no problem with you taking an engagement with her. It'll reflect well on us, especially if you knock it out of the park with your results – whatever they are."

I asked the AA how we'd connect for lunch. She said, "Miss Bennett will meet you with her car in front of the building at twelve-thirty. She asked if you were free for a round of golf during the afternoon?"

I looked at my client and he was genuflecting in the general direction of Tara's secretary, doing everything except kneeling, bowing at her, and kissing her feet. He said, "You're free. You're free. Play golf. Please, play golf. You're done for the week here. We can talk on the phone about any follow-up and you'll be here again soon, in any case. Go!"

I shrugged as though this was all new news. "I guess I'm free for a round of golf. Perhaps we can swing by my hotel and I can pickup some casual clothes and sneakers."

"I'll let her know," the AA said. She smiled pretty at me and then left the room. For some reason I felt my cock stir as I watched her pert little ass swing out the door. She was very attractive and gave off an air of efficiency and brilliance.

Tara picked me up in a new Jaguar convertible with the top down. She left the executive parking lot with the tires smoking and we were at my hotel in what seemed like microseconds with every police car in the city wondering what the blur was that just passed them.

Tara commanded, "Get your luggage. You're staying as a guest with me tonight. Check out."

I did as directed. Twenty minutes later we were at Tara's condo, and I was getting into clothes appropriate to play a round of golf. By magic, Tara had already changed and stood watching me strip to my briefs and redress. She just smiled.

Tara led us out the door of her condo through several hallways and suddenly we were in the snack bar for the golf club. We each had a salad and then walked out the door to find a golf cart ready with her clubs and a rental set for me already on it. There was also a small bucket of balls on the seat. She drove the cart a short distance to a practice driving range. She went and practiced putting while I refamilarized myself with hitting a golf ball straight. After that, we drove up to the first tee and there was no waiting and we didn't have to pair with anybody.

I told Tara I'd play the 'reds' with her. She looked impressed that I wouldn't try to out play her from the black tees that were even further away from the hole than the whites and blues. I wasn't sure I could hit the ball past the reds from the black tees anyway, let alone ever provide an impressive three hundred yard drive from anywhere.

Tara's first drive went straight down the fairway about two hundred yards on the par four hole. I was careful, hit a fairly straight shot, but was thirty yards short of her. The rest of the game was much the same. I didn't even try to keep score. My putting was a disaster, and I ended up picking up on most of the holes after four putts, let alone what it had taken me to get on the green. I laughed a lot and we had fun. Tara was chatty as we rode around the course in the golf cart, and we learned a lot about each other and didn't do any business.

We finished eighteen exactly at five o'clock. She drove to the pro shop from the last hole and just got out of the cart and left it, clubs and all. As we walked away, I saw a guy not unlike Ethan had been over the summer racing out to care for her cart and the clubs. I'd told her the story of his summer job and how he'd got a girlfriend out of the deal that went to the same college he did. I left out that Ellie could fuck like a mink and loved group sex.

We were parched, and each got a tall beer on the club's terrace. We watched other players finishing up the eighteenth hole as we talked.

I was jarred back into the business world as Tara described two consulting assignments in her marketing and sales organization, and one in her production facility. I listened and questioned her as she spoke, wishing I could take notes.

Tara read my mind, "I have a lot of this written down. I'll have Stacy be sure to give you a copy." She made some kind of note on her iPhone that I figured was the reminder.

I saw really three jobs based on her description of the work. I pointed out the divisions I saw, and she readily agreed. The first was a strategic plan for her business unit, including how it melded with the overall corporate plan. The second was the layout of marketing campaign for the next five years for three new products they had coming to market, and the third involved the methods and tools to use to train the sales force and to produce the products, including an import-export analysis.

I had done several other jobs like the ones she proposed and talked about them, without getting too specific about which company I'd been working for. We had an adage in our business that you could tell who you worked for including the name of the company but not what you did for them, or you could talk about what you did in some detail without saying whom it was for. I chose Option B in the talk with Tara.

We had another beer, and suddenly a very cute blonde wearing sexy short shorts, jeweled flip-flops, and a revealing scoop neck top arrived at the table and sat down next to me. My eyes must have flared because the girl was stunning. Further, I recognized her and my brain had gone into overdrive to try to remember where I'd seen her before. Then, it hit me like a runaway bus; the girl was Tara's administrative assistant.

Tara said, "Steve, let me introduce you to Stacy. Yes, she's my AA, and most people don't know this but she's my daughter. We'd like you to keep that fact quiet around the company." Stacy sat down at an open chair next to me and touched me in a sexy way on my arm in greeting.

Stacy handed me a sheaf of papers that contained some dense typing and several charts, including an organization chart with names on it – a vital piece of information for any outsider who's about the navigate a new organization.
Stacy said, "Here's the information Tara wanted me to give you. I'm to be your contact point for the logistics on the assignment. She'll work with you on the content and the actual work products, but you can always assume that I've seen and read them. I may comment on them as well, but she's the boss. On this end, I'll also help you set up interviews, meetings, and handle your hotel and car bookings, and any flight changes you might need to make. I can also answer questions about any part of the company, our operations, strategies, and just about anything."

"You call your mother Tara?"

Stacy nodded. "I can't be calling her 'Mom' at work – nepotism and all that. As it is I'm low man on the totem pole and being paid peanuts for what I'm doing - $20 per hour. What I am getting is lots of valuable experience. I do have a freshly minted MBA from Wharton."

I asked, "What's the longer range plan for you?"

"I'll put in the rest of two years here – until next May at most, and then some friends and I have an idea for an Internet business we want to take a shot at; that is if no one has done it by then. My friends are doing similar things in other industries – low paying jobs traded for breadth of experience. I see myself as the head of marketing and sales for what we're planning, but a lot of that will be online. I'm just about getting a computer science degree part time at the local university, too, because I wasn't too savvy about the technical side of things. Because I already have a Master's degree they're letting me cherry pick the courses I take."

I teased, "Maybe I should invest in what you're planning. Seriously, come see me when you're ready to start up. I could maybe kick in some money and expertise. Do you have a Business Plan?"

"We're developing that now. We have weekly iterations on the plan among the eight of us that will be principals in this endeavor."

I told her, "I've helped with dozens of them. I'd be pleased to add a critical eye to it, if that's at all helpful."

Stacy nodded that she thought it would be.

Tara looked so proud. Stacy looked equally proud of her mother.

Stacy teased, "So, I heard you rocked my mother's boat so hard last night she wants a rematch."

I blushed, "Oh, I didn't know she kissed and told."

"We share everything," Stacy said with a laugh.

Tara was laughing. "Yes, we do. You already know I am quite forthright and outspoken, so here goes. We were hoping you might be willing to share yourself with the two of us tonight."

Stacy looked excited, "I bet you've never had a two-some, especially a mother-daughter combination. As I said, we share EVERYTHING." She grinned.

Without even thinking about it, I started blushing. She was wrong, of course. I'd been with Ginger and Jillian only a week or so earlier.

Stacy was the first to react, "Oh, my God. You have done two women at the same time ... oh, fuck ... even a mother-daughter! Fuck me!"

I realized I'd nodded slightly to her statement. I just smiled and said nothing.

Tara said, "He and his wife have an open marriage. I forgot to mention that we texted her some of pictures we took of us making love. She sent some back of herself with some guy she'd found while on her business trip. She's in the same line of work."

Stacy guessed, "So, in your open marriage ... WAIT! Do you have a daughter?" I thought that was insightful leap of logic.

I admitted, "Here name is Jillian."

"Oh, this gets better and better. Come on. Let's go to dinner. Maybe Mr. Steve Carson can provide us some details. I could always call his wife and ask for them."

I laughed, but did wonder what Ginger would say if confronted as I'd just been.

* * * * *

Stacy was lithe, sexy, with mouth-size perky tits, and not at all self-conscious about being in same bed and making love with the same man as her mother. At my suggestion I moved back and forth between the two women, using a hand to maintain their interest when I was otherwise occupied with one versus the other.

Stacy was more orgasmic than her mother – a lot more. Just about everything I did soon elicited a moan or wail as she came. I thought that even Tara was surprised at how I had Stacy singing out her climaxes. If one were to look up 'Multi-orgasmic' in the dictionary, Stacy's picture would be next to the definition.

Of course, this wasn't that Tara wasn't having some orgasms, too. Just that hers were more measured and there weren't as many of them per unit time on my fingers or tongue.

Tara whispered in my ear about the time I thought I should be using my cock on somebody, "Do Stacy first. Cum in her. I want to watch."

Stacy welcomed me as I moved back to her from eating her mother. We kissed like the apocalypse was about to occur. She said, "Oh, I can taste my mother on your face and mouth. That's so good."

"Why is that good?" I teased.

"Because that means you gave her the same kind of pleasure you gave me as you ate her. I want to watch you two fuck later, but first do me, please. I have not been very active recently so I'm needy for cock."

Stacy welcomed me with more smiles and kisses, and then spread herself and even pulled her labia minora apart so I'd have a clear target for penetration because I could see the pink opening of her vagina. I lined up and coated my cock with her wet slit – wet with her juices and my saliva. I pushed forward and into her, and Stacy came almost immediately. More than just cumming, it was a large orgasm that almost made her delirious. I paused deep inside her and allowed her to get her wits back. She stared at me with dazed eyes until finally I got a smile and a whispered, "Thank you, that was beautiful."

Tara noticed what was going on, and came to me offering a breast to suck during our pause. I took advantage and also pushed two fingers into her eager body.

Eventually, I felt Stacy move and pump into me a little. Tara felt it too, since we were all in contact; she moved away and I started on Stacy again. Less than two minutes later, she came again but in a less devastating way. After that, she came every minute or two, sometimes aided by either Tara or my fingers on her clit. The sounds Stacy emitted proved to the two of us that she was in some alternate heaven. I also prayed that Tara's condo was soundproof, otherwise the police would soon be battering the door down.

Tara suckled her daughter's tits, too. That had a similar orgasmic effect to what my first penetration of Stacy had produced. We had to pause as her delirium passed. After many minutes of making love, I warned Stacy that I was near and needed to cum.

Stacy pulled me to her for another kiss, "In me, please!" Seconds later, I came inside her, producing yet another large orgasm. Even though my ejaculations slowed and stopped, I continued to shower affection on Stacy.

Stacy slowly came back to a more lucid state as her last 'Big One' faded. She looked at her mother with a licentious gaze, "Can we keep him, mom?"

Tara chuckled. "I think we have to return him in more or less the same condition that we got him, but perhaps we can arrange visitations."

Tara went down on me as my cock slipped from her daughter's vagina. I went down on Stacy, to her great surprise, and in short order gave her another orgasm. She'd really been on the edge all evening and every little thing just pushed her into a happy place.

Tara and I made love as Stacy watched us and slowly masturbated and teased her own pussy. When I'd finished I asked whether she'd ever cleaned her mother's pussy after a man had been there. She shook her head and I gestured at the sodden mess I'd left.

Tara teased her. "He did it last night – twice, and he just did you a few minutes ago. Do you have doubt that it's possible?"

Stacy moved in position and did as we beckoned. I coached her a little, but she took to it and proved she had a natural ability. I suggested she snowball with her mother, and that also worked well. I got the tail end of their sharing. Stacy loved all of it.

We tossed on some bathing attire and had a swim in the common area pool that those living in the condo complex enjoyed. The water was wonderful, and so were the kisses the two of them brought me repeatedly as we swam around with no particular goals or effort. After showering off the chlorine from the pool, we went back to Tara's bedroom and had Round 2.

There was a further taking of pictures during that round with a select few being texted to Ginger. My wife replied with another series of pictures showing her being fucked by the same handsome dude as she'd been with the night before.

I spent the morning at Tara's office, carefully shepherded by her officious assistant Stacy. I learned that Tara had gone back to her maiden name after a divorce, but that Stacy had retained her father's last name despite rarely seeing the man. The different last names helped them maintain the subterfuge that they weren't related as they worked together.

We talked about the three consulting jobs, their timing, cost, the involvement of various people in Tara's company and division, and how each part of the job would conclude. I left just before lunch to take a limo Stacy arranged for me to the airport. I was flying back to Tampa and home.

As I got into the black stretch limousine for the forty-five minute drive to the airport, I was surprised to find Stacy in the back seat waiting for me. She said, "The driver knows the route, your airline, and will not be monitoring what's going on back here."

I made love to Stacy again as we cruised on the various routes to the Houston airport. We went so far as to get completely naked, and fuck on the padded carpet on the floor of the vehicle. Stacy was almost as orgasmic as she'd been the night before, but she managed to contain her screams, groans, and moans to near whispers in my ear. We were clean and dressed well before the exit off the Interstate for the airport.

Stacy snuggled into me the last few miles and I kissed her. She said, "I think I love you."

I told her, "The feeling is mutual. I have a wife and others I love as well."

"I know and I accept all that. Can I visit you when you're not working with us – maybe some weekend real soon?"

I nodded, "Of course. You'll need to come with an open mind. My friends, neighbors, and family are open and we share with each other sexually. I alluded to that yesterday, but that is the situation."

"Could I visit in a week?"

"Yes. I'll send you all the directions. Fly into Tampa or Sarasota. We're about in the middle between them. Unless we have something special planned, which I can tell you, you'll need a bikini, a t-shirt, and not much else."

Stacy laughed, "I like the 'not much else' part."

I commented, "So will we." I gave her a further explanation of who the 'We' were, filling a few details about Doug, Beth, and Jo. I mentioned that Brad, Ellie, and Ethan might show up, too.

Chapter 9 – Sex Party With Our New Clients

Ginger had been home about three hours before I got there. She was in a bikini and had just come back from visiting our neighbors. I gave her a raised eyebrow and she laughed. "Later," she said. "All we did was talk and plan the weekend – lots of sex. We're all needy for each other."

I chuckled, "Count me in."

"We're all going out for dinner in an hour. I checked on my phone and saw that you'd landed, so I knew we could plan on it. We thought we'd go over to AMI (Anna Maria Island) and see what restaurant caught our fancy."

"Anybody else here?" I asked, wondering whether Ginger brought home her boy toy from the past two nights.

She giggled, "No, although he did try to wrangle an invitation for the weekend. He likes me. Blake Hogan."

"He seemed to like having his rather large cock in your teeny-weeny pussy," I teased with a chuckle.

She grinned, "He did, and we did that a lot when we weren't working. He's my new client, and was scrambling around the rest of today trying to find other work for me to do so I'd be in White Plains more. He found so much – sole source – that I think I'll be there for years."

I almost rolled on the floor with laughter.

"What's so funny?" Gin asked.

I responded, "Tara and Stacy her daughter got me on the hook for three consecutive consulting jobs that'll run months and months, at least, with lots of follow-on. I think part of it had to do with my sterling sexual performance with Tara on that first night. They like me, too. Stacy also wants to come and meet you and the neighbors. They're very curious about what the rest of my life is like. I gave them little snippets in our conversation, and Stacy even guessed that I'd done our daughter, but I didn't confirm it except by my reaction to her supposition."

Ginger snickered, "Maybe I could have Blake visit the same weekend. We could do some fucking and some matchmaking at the same time."

"Good idea, Grasshopper," I told her with a grin. "By the way, how did you and Blake happen to hookup?"

Ginger actually blushed. "Promise you won't get mad."

I gave her an oblique glance. I figured this was going to be good. I gestured for her to continue with one hand.

Gin took a deep breath, "Well, we had a whole room full of people finishing up Wednesday's working session. I kind of announced in a slightly loud voice that I wouldn't mind some company at dinner and that I hated to dine alone. That led me to the guy."

"And Blake responded?"

"No, actually a woman named Amanda did. She and I got in a discussion about how lonely it can be when you're on business travel and all your friends and lovers are back home. She even winked at me and told me I could always find some solace in the jazz bar in the hotel I was staying at. That fact had slipped out, too."

"Ah, so Blake met you in the jazz bar?"

"No, he'd been listening to Amanda and I talk. After she left for the night, he asked whether I would mind some male companionship for the evening. The way he said it was suggestive and inviting. He was definitely flirting with me.

"I told him that male companionship was the best kind given how I was feeling at the moment. I flirted right back, and let him fill in the blank that the way I was feeling was horny. I was, of course.

"I wanted to do something to tease you, and I thought all it would be might be a picture I'd get somebody to take over dinner of Blake and me. I did get our waitress to take that picture in the bar, but the ones we took later were much better and more explicit as you saw. I've got a couple of dozen others so you can see the complete progression."

I smiled, "I never saw his face except in that bar shot from over a dozen feet away, but I sure saw some of the rest of him in the other shots."

"Oh, wait." Gin grabbed her phone off the counter and raced through a series of photos until she found the one she wanted. She passed me the phone.

There was a picture of Ginger and a handsome younger man close to Doug's age – mid thirties, square jaw, close-crop dark hair, and a muscular physique. He looked nicely groomed, clean-shaven, and dressed well in the suit and tie he'd worn. Ginger wore one of her business suits, but I noticed she had her four-inch heels on her; those almost scream 'Fuck Me' given how she looks in them. Wearing a business suit, they could leave the voyeur wondering if they were business shoes or an invitation.

I commented, "Nice looking guy."

"He's well-spoken and educated, too. He's the number two man in their business development group. The top guy was also in our meeting but he's older than dirt and kept falling asleep. Everyone else just kind of ignored him, even when he was awake."

"Blake is the heir apparent?"

"Yes. He's also been given a pile of money to play with as he pleases including buying other companies and hiring outside consultants to help guide the business. That's me." She gave a lecherous grin.

I said, "Well, I have to write a proposal this weekend."

Gin smiled, "So do I. We'll cross check and edit, as usual."

Gin paused and continued with her story, "So we flirted like crazy with each other over dinner, lots of double entendres and sotto voce comments supposedly not meant for the other to hear, but we did. I also took off one of my shoes and used my foot to rub up and down his leg. We both knew then where the evening was going.

"I made it a point to flash him my bare pussy getting up from the table, and then in and out of his car. I asked whether he wanted to come in for a 'nightcap' – my euphemism for fucking me a couple of times before we both needed our beautify sleep.

"Once we were in my hotel room, all bets were off and so were our suits in record time. He's a good pussy eater, but you're better. He did bring me off, and we were taking pictures. I'd explained a little about our open marriage. That was like a red flag to him saying 'Free Pussy Right Here!'

"You saw the pictures. That was Round 1. We did another that night and the two more last night before he left to go back to his apartment. He does have a nice cock and knows how to stretch out a session so the woman is having a good time. He did seem to focus on me rather than just getting his rocks off."

"You're very nice to focus on. Single guy?" I kissed her.

"Divorced. Neither of them took the vows very seriously, and they'd never agreed on limits or anything. She met somebody she liked better and started living with him, without ever telling Blake. He said they still get together every now and then, and I know he meant to fuck or make love or whatever they think they're doing."

"What were you doing?"

Ginger chuckled, "Mostly fucking, but there was a touch of making love last night. He really likes me. I like him, but I am not leaving you or our home situation for this guy. He can be a little aggravating at times – egotistical mostly, but that all happened in the business setting."

I changed into casual clothes and Gin threw on shorts and a top over her bikini. Doug, Beth, and Jo came over right at six o'clock, and we piled into my SUV and drove over to AMI. We ended up dining right on the beach at the Sandbar Restaurant. There was a good trio playing very danceable music, so after ordering and between courses we all took turns dancing with each other. There were a lot of other people there, too.

We ended up back in our living room. Ginger and Jo focused on Doug, and Beth and I enjoyed making love on one of our sofas. We were so comfortable together; there was just a universal disrobing and then a lot of kissing and fondling with our partners.

I watched Doug's younger cock slide into my wife and could almost feel the pleasure she felt at the penetration. Several strokes later she flashed me an erotic smile that told me she was feel the ecstasy of the lovemaking. I got jolts of sexual arousal from watching Ginger, and a different kind of arousal from seeing Jo and Beth naked and desirous of my cock in their pussy.

I tried my best to enrapture Beth, and from her reaction I'd say I was successful. Her orgasms were usually very satisfying to me because I knew she was reacting to me. As we make love we also whispered words of love and devotion to each other. I swear if we were both single I'd of married her.

Later, after our climaxes all around our living room, we repeated the activity. This time I had Jo with me. I wasn't at all surprised to find I had the same loving feelings for her. Beside us on the sofa, I could hear Doug telling Ginger how much he loved her as they became fully engrossed in the intercourse that I found beautiful to watch.

I made love to Ginger later after we'd all rested and had a late swim in our pool. Doug, Beth, and Jo went home to their own bed, and Ginger and I were left alone in ours. My heart just ached with love for Ginger and she told me she felt the same emotions about me.
We spent more time together with our neighbors over the weekend. Beth and I took a long run together despite the warm weather. We ended at Riverwalk in Bradenton where we took a break and had some refreshments before jogging home. Ginger had gone to her gym where she could exercise in air-conditioned comfort; I thought something got lost in the translation. Saturday night we repeated our trysts of the night before, only Beth spent the night with me, and Ginger with Doug and Jo. Sunday night I had Jo on one side as I slept and Ginger on the other.

Monday, I worked on my proposal to Tara Bennett, and also took time to call and talk to her, only to tell her I had fond memories of our times together the previous week. I did the same for Stacy, who also told me she was eager for her trip to Sarasota to visit us on Friday.

I suggested that Ginger call Blake and invite him to join us for the weekend. She did and he fell all over himself because he'd get to see her again. She told me he worried a little about meeting me, despite all the play with sexy photographs of each of us fucking other people the nights I was with Tara and Stacy, and she was with Blake. She assured him he would only be welcomed and there'd be no friction.

The rest of the week went by rapidly. One night when we were all together we talked about our weekend guests with our neighbors. We each made sure they knew they had a free rein with our guests. We'd told them about our 'neighborhood', albeit in veiled terms.

* * * * *

Late Friday afternoon Ginger and I drove my SUV to the airport. Stacy and Blake were arriving about thirty minutes apart from Houston and White Plains, respectively. Stacy arrived first, and I met her right outside security.

We had an epic kiss as we greeted each other. When we parted I realized that about half the airport were watching us. The women were apparently wondering what I had that attracted so much love and affection from a very hot looking twenty four year old blonde. The men were eating their hearts out.

Stacy had virtually no luggage. She had a shoulder bag that doubled as both a purse and a suitcase. The bag was slightly smaller than Denmark. She pulled her blouse down and showed me that she was already wearing her bikini. Other than some cosmetics and underwear, she pretty much had the weekend nailed.

We went to where disembarking passengers from the New York flight would appear and I introduced Stacy to Ginger. The two instantly bonded, and the awkwardness I expected on Stacy's behalf never materialized. She was very self-confident and self-assured. From what I knew from my consulting work, MBAs from top schools like Wharton were all that way.

We stood around and talked as Blake's flight landed and taxied to the gate. A few minutes later, Ginger gave a hero's welcome to the handsome man as he appeared with a small carry-on. He was reluctant to stop kissing her despite the attention of a large segment of the airport including all his fellow passengers that had to walk around them.

Ginger held onto Blake's arm, clutching it to her breasts as she brought him over to us for introductions. Blake appeared unsure how to treat me. He was not used to open relationships, especially meeting the husband of one of the women he'd seduced. I attributed the seduction to him in public; however, I believe Ginger always had the upper hand.

We got to short-term parking and Stacy and Blake made to get into the back seat, leaving the 'married couple' to ride together up front. Ginger announced that was not how we were traveling. She got in back with Blake and Stacy took the front passenger seat. By the time we paid for the parking, Ginger and Blake were making out frantically in the back seat. Stacy looked back several times, and then checked with me to see whether I was going to react. I wasn't. I would have been disappointed if Ginger hadn't immediately put the make on her guest; she liked him and was horny for some outside loving.

To Stacy's surprise and amazement, Blake got the better part of a blowjob from my wife. He kept looking at her and me expecting some kind of reaction, but nothing happened except for the front seat being voyeurs to the exhibitionists in the backseat. I adjusted my rear-view mirror, and Ginger made sure to keep the action visible in the gap between the front seats. Ginger also told her guest that he was not to cum because she wanted him on edge for the better part of the evening.

We were at the house in a little over a half-hour. We showed our guests around the place, made sure they knew the rudiments about the pool and kitchen, and then showed them to our rooms. Ginger and Blake were going to take up residence in the guest room, while Stacy and I would command the master bedroom. We flipped a coin to decide that division of space between us. Ginger mentioned in the same breath that our neighbors might join us in various ways during the evening, including in our bedrooms.

We started cocktails in bathing suits, at least until Ginger appeared in half of hers. She eliminated the bra to her bikini and only wore the bottoms. Blake and I liked that. She encouraged Stacy to join her, and she immediately whipped off the top to her bikini. My mouth started to water, and Blake could barely contain himself.

About then, Beth appeared similarly dressed or undressed depending on your point of view. I got a very loving kiss from her and made sure to feel her breasts in a sexy way right in front of our guests so they knew without a doubt that we were intimate.

Doug appeared carrying some dishes for dinner. Ginger welcomed him in a similar way, encouraging him to fondle and finger her as they made out. Jo appeared last with a tray of hors d'oeuvres, and she and I went through the welcoming dance again.

Stacy observed out loud with a chuckle, "You apparently know your neighbors really well."

Ginger spoke before I could, "We do. We both have open marriages, and so being next door to each other has been a boon to our inter-relationships."

Blake watched and listened to all of us as though he were sitting mid-court at a professional tennis match. His head jerked from player to player as he absorbed everything being said and the sexual implications.

I added to Ginger's comment, "There's no pressure, but you and Blake are both welcome to create whatever level of relationship with them that you want. We're not exclusive or possessive, and we don't get jealous."

Blake finally spoke, "So, you didn't get jealous when Ginger sent you the cellphone photographs we took of each other two weeks ago?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Not a bit. Heck one night I was with a really hot woman slightly older, and the next night her daughter joined us." I purposely didn't reference Tara or Stacy.

Stacy grinned proudly, puffed out her chest, and added, "That'd be me! The hot older woman is my mother."

Suddenly, to my surprise Ethan walked from the house onto the patio. "Hello, Everyone. I heard there was a weekend party here, so I thought I'd invite myself."

There was a flurry of hugs and kisses again, and then introductions. After the arrival hubbub died down I asked him, "Where's Ellie?"

Ethan grinned. "You won't believe it. We created our own open relationship just the way you and mom did. Well, Ellie had this guy she's been interested in for all of last year, so she flirted with him and he asked her out this weekend. She took it up a level and suggested that the two of them rent a cabin on the lake near the campus and spend the weekend in it. She said he got that deer in the headlights look, and then agreed. So, Ellie probably has Justine's junk in her possession about now. He'll be drained dry by tomorrow morning, let alone Sunday midday when they have to checkout."

I posed, "And you're okay with that?"

"No jealousy, just like you and mom. I feel a little squeamish and worry a little that I'll lose her, but she assured me that she has no plans for anything other than a sex-filled friends-with-benefits weekend with the guy. She specifically said that the big attraction for staying with me, besides all my great characteristics, is that she can come here and be part of the whole sexy social scene with all of you and even more specifically, be with you dad."

I heard Blake behind me whispering to Ginger, "Has your husband been with this Ellie person?"

My wife chuckled, "He has. Ellie has been with all of us – men and women." Ginger gestured around the patio. Stacy paid careful attention to the interchange.

We grilled steak and salmon for dinner, and ate at our patio tables. Over dinner there was much conversation about the background of our new guests. Stacy went into some detail about the Internet business that she and some of her cohorts from the MBA program she'd finished hoped to start. I noticed Doug listening carefully, digesting the idea, and also frowning. I thought that he might know something Stacy didn't.

* * * * *

We paired up after dinner for a romantic swim. Ethan struck gold with Beth, and the two of them started to make out even before getting in the pool. Doug stuck with Jo for the time being, Stacy was with me, and Ginger started to attack Blake again. Within a few minutes of our contact with the water, the swimsuits started to appear as lumpy wet masses on the side of the pool as one after another of us went nude.

The sky was nearly dark when I set Stacy on the side of the pool and started to eat her pussy. The presence of the others didn't appear to bother her in the least. What did bother her was that she had this hair trigger on her orgasms and they started almost immediately as I got sexual with her. From my point of view, it was very gratifying; in less than ten minutes she'd had four solid, mind-bending orgasms.

I ministered to Stacy for another ten minutes with similar results and then we traded positions, and she started to blow me. Blake was a few feet away as Ginger worked on his shaft. Ethan ate out Beth on my other side; my son knew what the fuck he was doing. Doug and Jo were already fucking on one of the chaises only ten feet away from us.

Stacy said, "This is my first orgy. I like it. I like your friends and neighbors."

I admonished, "You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. We take 'Stop' and 'No' very seriously."

She giggled, "It's unlikely I'll say either of those words."

I took Stacy to one of the chaises and we mated. This was why she'd flown in from Texas. She wanted me to fuck her – to make love to her. She told me later it was a huge bonus that the others were all around us starting to do the same things but also watching her. She never expected to see my wife Ginger getting her pussy reamed by her boyfriend.

Through judicious use of cock and fingers I brought Stacy to several more orgasms. She had a couple of delirious moments when I had to pause and care for her as she floated back to earth from her euphoria.

Eventually, we came together in a further frenzy of passion and love. I confess to losing touch with everything else going on elsewhere on the patio. My own rapture passed and I looked around.

Ginger was coaching Blake in how to cleanup her sodden pussy – a mess that he had created in his own lust over her body and the sex they were having.

To show him up I went down on Stacy, and then we snowballed my cum and her girl juice until all we were doing was French kissing. I noticed Ethan going down on Beth as well. Blake had a lot of peer pressure to perform well.

As we lay there cuddling, Ethan and Beth came and joined us sitting on the edge of our chaise. Ethan said, "Want some company ... and maybe some alternatives?"

I looked at Stacy. She understood exactly what was being proposed. After thinking for about ten seconds she nodded. "Do I have to do anything special?"

Ethan held out his hand and with slight hyperbole, "Not on my account. Let me show you the wonderful chaise I discovered right over there." He led Stacy ten feet away to where he'd fucked Beth only minutes earlier. I was miffed because he'd already recovered. What a difference twenty years make.

Beth and I made out. She told me it was fine if I wanted to 'keep my powder dry' for a further interaction with Stacy later when we went to bed. I thanked her and promised something special for her for another day.

I saw Ginger orchestrate a swap with Doug and Jo. Blake and Jo started to make out, as Doug slid his cock right into my wife. She was in ecstasy over the mating. Jo seemed very happy, too. Blake looked as though he'd stepped out of a spaceship on some other planet where wanton sex was the norm.

Doug suggested the two men take turns DPing each of the women. Ginger and Jo were definitely interested. Ginger went first, and soon had Doug in her ass and Blake in her pussy as they toyed with her.

Beth urged me to join the fray, and so I did, and we made Ginger 'airtight'. I saw Beth take a picture with my cellphone. I knew that'd be worth seeing later. After playing like that, we did Jo, and then Beth. Blake declared he'd never been in such a 'heavy' sexual situation in his life, and not even in his fantasies.

Ginger told him he needed better fantasies.

Stacy and Ethan came over to the show that we were all putting on. She went next, becoming airtight with Doug in her ass, Blake in her pussy and Ethan in her mouth. Ginger had taken over stroking me and whispering lewd comments to me about feeling three cocks simultaneously in her body.

Gradually, Doug extracted and left Blake and Stacy fucking on the chaise as we watched. Doug went back to Ginger. I started to fuck Jo on a chaise, and Ethan was with Beth again. A few minutes later there were some rotations and swaps. We made sure that every man fucked Stacy and had her pussy eaten by every woman, and that Blake fucked every woman.

We tucked it all in about one o'clock in the morning. Stacy was a sodden mess, and I took her in the pool and we cleaned up and cooled down. I made love to her one more time and then we went inside to go to bed. She was asleep in my arms almost immediately.

I woke up without opening my eyes. I became aware of the world around me using all my other senses. I knew I was being studied. I opened my eyes and Stacy was snuggled against me but watching my face. She brought one hand up and stroked my cheek as she leaned in and kissed me.

Stacy crooned, "I love you. I'm not trying to steal you away from Ginger or Beth or Jo or anybody else. I just want you to know how I feel. I love you. You don't have to love me back or anything. I just feel so close to you ... and Ginger and everybody, too."

I cautiously said, "I am learning that we can all love more than one person at a time. We are conditioned to only love one other person, but the reality of the situation is that there's no reason to accept that limitation. Accordingly, Stacy, I love you."

We kissed and then we made love. I was surprised by how recovered I felt after only six hours of sleep. Stacy had also recovered and in the time we teased and loved must have cum a dozen times. She was noisy, too, especially on each of the many orgasms she experienced. I hoped we hadn't awoken Ginger and Blake, but then I heard Ginger's moan from the other bedroom. I smiled and so did Stacy.

Eventually, we got up. We found Ethan and Beth on the inflatable mattress we'd had for ages blown up on the living room floor. They were still connected from their morning tryst.

Stacy helped me start breakfast for everybody. She was nude and I found that a tad distracting. Doug and Jo showed up and we did another communal meal. Doug announced that he had rented a pontoon boat for all of us to have an adventure for the day. His suggestion was that we all get the boat and motor down the Intercostal Waterway to Sarasota, dock and have lunch at O'Leary's Tiki Bar, listen to some of the steel drum music that was being performed there that afternoon, and then motor home. We did just that.

The girls bikinied up and allowed the men to rub them all over with the excuse of sunscreen being applied. The trip from Anna Maria Island where we rented the boat to Sarasota took about two hours at the speed we used. We poked along and enjoyed some morning Mimosas and Bloody Mary's. Doug stuck with diet coke.

We got back from our travel adventure about four o'clock. We were all hot and sweaty, so skinny-dipped in the pool. The skinny-dip provoked a lot of sexual interest in everyone so we moved the party into our living room.

I nudged Stacy towards Doug, who'd been our captain for the day. She went over and just started to blow his cock. He was no dummy. He responded with all he had to the hot blonde, and soon had her peeling herself off the ceiling from her endless parade of hard orgasms.

Jo and I coupled. Blake and Beth were together. Ethan and Ginger started to make out and then make love. No one said anything about the incest, but I did see Stacy's eyebrows raise at the behavior. She even grinned. After all, she had also participated in similar activities with her mother, and I suspected I only knew part of the story so far.

We had lots of leftovers from our cookout the night before, plus we ordered three large pizzas. Ginger and Stacy went to the door naked when the delivery guy arrived. They didn't blink an eye, but took the pizza I'd paid for over the phone when I ordered, and tipped him. Stacy said he walked away in a daze.

We sat around being naked and romantic after dinner. We all made love again. Stacy asked that two of us double fuck her vagina. She'd seen a porn movie where that had been done and wanted to feel it. Blake and I provided that service to her. We also did some rapid rotations through all of the women; each man would pump ten times inside her, and then move on to the next willing female and repeat. Stacy kept having orgasms and about detonated like an A-bomb she was so vocal and explosive in her passion. We slowed down, afraid that she'd hurt herself in some way due to too much pleasure.

We were tired and lazy from our boat trip, so were in bed asleep before midnight. Stacy's last words to me were, "I love you." I replied in kind.

Sunday we lazed around the house and talked. I learned more about Tara and Stacy from the latter. Tara had married shortly after college, and they had Stacy a couple of years later. Things went exceptionally well with Tara's career. She seemed to be in the right place at the right time as she moved from one company to another, leaping up the food chain each time.

Tara had been at the post at Mantra Electronics in Houston for eight years. She'd been brought in as the Number 2 in Marketing, but quickly became the point person in that group, and now in the entire company. Her decisions were faultless and based on logic, data, and common sense. Even the acquisition I'd been helping with had been her idea as a way to diversify further out of their ties to the oil industry.

Stacy became as hard an achiever as her mother even as a pre-teen, and the two of them rapidly eclipsed Tara's husband. His ego couldn't take the hit of two brilliant, smart, high achieving women in the family, so he left. Tara went back to her maiden name, and looked for men who wouldn't be intimidated by her. Stacy said, "So far she hasn't found any body except you, and damn, you're taken."

Stacy became her mother's best friend rather than her daughter, and the two started sharing everything. I was the first male they'd shared, but they'd talked about the fantasy.

Stacy also told me that she and her mother had had sex together numerous times. Neither felt they were a 'good' lesbian, but they learned how to pleasure each other. Stacy had always been highly orgasmic. In high school and college she'd often scared the boys she dated. She too had been on a search for a man that didn't shy away from her and her orgasmic ways, plus she wanted someone that challenged her and was her equal.
For laughs, Stacy texted Tara some photographs of us fucking, and then a photo Ginger took on our patio: a portrait of Stacy with her face surrounded by four erect cocks. Each of the women posed for the same picture amid lots of laughter.

Ginger sent Jillian the picture of her and the cocks. She got back an unhappy emoji. 'Wish I were there with you guys. I'm working on a term paper. Ugh. How'd Ethan get to be there? Love you all. J.'

Ethan's face had not been in the photo, only his dick. I had to chalk it up to Jillian for sisterly recognition of her brother's appendage since none of the men's faces had been in the photo and she didn't even know that Ethan had come home that weekend.

Our neighbors went back to their own home after our cocktail hour and casual dinner. Ginger and Blake went off by themselves, and Stacy and I repaired to the master bedroom to further explore each other's bodies in new and novel ways.

After our first round of evening lovemaking, Stacy asked, "You fucked your daughter didn't you?"

I nodded. "It's not something I'd broadcast around the world, but she was an even more active participant in the group you've been in most of the weekend than you were. I got included and so did Ginger."

"Is she bisexual?"

"Both Ginger and Jillian appear to be. I think they both prefer a male – me, even – but they enjoyed their time together and their time with the other women you met and a couple of others."

"Was it weird?"

"Jillian? Not really. There were some extenuating factors that I discovered a couple of months ago about her."

"Such as?" Stacy probed.

I ducked the question by answering, "Let's just say we discovered our daughter had an infinite interest in any kind of sex."

Stacy giggled, "Oh, just like me then."

I nodded, "Yes, and just like your mother admitted to me she has."

"God, she is really a sexy case, isn't she. I kind of seduced her a few years back, but she sure didn't complain much. I guess we're both bisexual to some degree. I was lonely and horny, and she admitted she was, too. One thing led to another."

After a pause, Stacy said, "I want to visit often unless you tell me otherwise. This weekend has been ... expansive for me. I've done things I never thought I'd do. I didn't even dream of some of them, and I am good at conjuring up fantasies. I loved the sex. More than that, I loved your neighbors, all the fun stuff we did other than the sex, the conversations, the meals, the companionship – all of it, oh, and the sex. Did I mention the sex?" She giggled.

"You're sort of anchored to Houston." I found myself wondering how I could be sure to see Stacy more regularly than my erratic travel schedule might allow.

"Not as much as you think. I think I've peaked in what I've learned in Tara's organization and the company. I just have to see how the business plan looks, and what's happening in our market niche. One of my friends interested in our e-commerce venture is supposed to be researching that. Moreover, the day is rapidly approaching where I have to move on."

I told her, "Doug teaches electrical engineering and computer science – and he gets into the Internet in a big way with his work. When you were talking that first night you met him, I saw a strange look on his face. It was almost recognition, but it might have been something else. You might want to ask him about it."

"I didn't notice. If you'll give me his phone number I'll call him tomorrow after I'm back home."

We made love one more time with a bundle of orgasms echoing around the room to match the ones Ginger seemed to be having in the guest room. Stacy would pause and listen from time to time when the action got intense. We remained coupled for a long time after we'd cum together. We drifted off to sleep together.

I drove Ginger, Stacy, and Blake to the airport first thing on Monday morning. The three of them were going in different directions: Ginger to visit an old client in Chicago; Stacy back home to Houston; and Blake back home to White Plains. They were all in the air by nine a.m.

I drove back to Palma Sola, straightened the house up, started several loads of laundry, and then called Tara to see if she had gotten the FedEx of the proposal/contract I'd sent her the end of the previous week or whether she had any questions.

Chapter 10 – Client Sex Becomes Employee Sex

The interesting news by Monday evening was that Brad and his girlfriend Megan were moving next door to Doug, Beth, and Jo on the other side of them from where we were. Brad was doing the buying; Megan was doing the moving in part for both of them. They hadn't been living together in Texas, but would be now. We all jumped around for joy that their offer on the house had been accepted and the inspections passed. Beth also confided in me that she was so glad her 'boyfriend' would be so close because that meant she could enjoy making love with him again and again.

Brad flew in for the Friday closing on the house and spent the weekend staying with Beth, Jo, and, oh yeah, Doug. He spent a lot of time with his cock in one of Doug's wives or the other. Ginger also managed to get a piece of him for a couple of hours before he flew away on Sunday evening.

Ginger and I cuddled up in front of the television Sunday night. We weren't watching anything in particular, but we just talked as the mood struck, kissed a lot, and reaffirmed our relationship.

We each talked openly and honestly about what we were feeling about the past few months since the threesome had moved in next-door and we'd accordingly made the big change in our marriage. I admitted to having always been a horndog, so the sudden availability of willing pussy was like a dream come true. It wasn't that I was not in love with my wife; it was that I could extend some affection to other women and find sexual delight in all of their many charms.

Ginger commented that she'd spent most of her life fending off males who wanted to ultimately fuck her. Sure there were some that wanted a relationship, and she knew what she looked like and how she appeared to others. She called the phenomenon her oxymoron: a blessing and a curse – gorgeous but attractive to men she wasn't at all interested in. Having the ability to allow some males and even females to move past her 'invisible barrier' and enjoy love and sex with her delighted her. Again, she reaffirmed this was in addition to having me as her rock and anchor. She said, "I couldn't do this without you."

We both talked about Jillian and Ethan. While the incest boat had sailed for the entire family, we acknowledged that the two of us could always backpedal and stop having sex with the two of them. After that acknowledgement there was a long silence between us.

Ginger then said, "While we 'could' stop, I don't 'want' to stop."

I said, "Me, too. I think we should both say why we want it to continue."

Ginger said, "I love Ethan as much as I love you. I have all these feelings for him, and the sex just completes things for me. It makes the love better and more complete. He's such a dedicated lover, and we are the closest we have ever been. It's more than just the two of us getting our rocks off.

"As for Jillian, I've discovered my bisexual side. Her porn career set aside, I felt the same kind of feelings developing with her that I have with you and Ethan. I love her and want that closeness." She looked at me for my response.

I said, "I'm a little more carnal than you, I believe. Jillian is a younger version of you, and you have always turned me on. Learning that she could be a slut part of the time and make great pornographic videos pushed me over the top. I had to have her. When she wanted me as well, that was a dream and fantasy come true. I loved our time together, and while some of it was romantic and lovemaking, much of it was raw, lustful, and pure fucking for the animalistic pleasure we both got from it."

Ginger giggled and rubbed my cock with one hand. "Oooooh, just the thought of that got your attention. Well, I also enjoyed the raw fucking with Ethan, so I'd say we're even."

"What about our neighbors and now we'll have Brad and Megan coming into the group and available all the time? We'll have a threesome next door and a swinging couple on the other side of them."

Ginger turned and kissed me. "I don't want you to misunderstand what I'm about to say. I love Doug and I'm sure I'll come to feel similarly about Brad. I enjoyed Blake, too, and I hope to see him often and fuck his brains out when I'm up in White Plains. I love Jo, Beth, Megan, and Ellie, too. But most of all, and at the core of my being and my everything, I love you.

"I had an epiphany a few months back. I discovered that I loved sex – more than at any time in my prior life. I craved sex, and then I realized I wanted it from others outside my relationship with you. That didn't mean I didn't love you. It just meant I found some new way to pleasure myself – do something really sexy with another person. You were discovering the same thing, too, so I didn't feel too guilty." She chuckled at her last sentence.

"I understand and feel the same way," I told Ginger.

Ginger kissed me some more and those kisses morphed into me sucking on her breasts, her trying to suck my insides out through my cock, and those activities nicely segued into the two of us spending a long time making love on the sofa in the media room. To add a little spice to our encounter, we started one of Jillian's videos on the large TV while we made love.

I left the next Monday afternoon for the west coast and then Houston where I'd see Tara and Stacy. Ginger would be going up to White Plains on Tuesday afternoon for the rest of the week. Among other things she was running a two-day workshop. She also would be seeing Blake. Just that thought made me harden.

I finished up in California, ending the job there. I didn't mind completing that work and seeing the end of that income stream. Silicon Valley was far from Florida and the burden on my travel would not be missed since there was no other attraction there. I needed frequent flyer miles like a hole in my head; the last thing I wanted to do was get back on an airplane.

I spent Wednesday morning on a plane heading to Houston, landing at one-thirty. I was in Tara's office at two-thirty, and we were going over the proposal/contract I'd sent her a week earlier. Stacy came and went in the office, always giving me a broad smile. We were all business, and not a word was said about our prior relationships, sex, or anything not related to her organization and what she wanted to accomplish. We compartmentalized well.

I had a number of changes to make, so Tara had me use her smaller conference room to set up my laptop and make the requisite changes. None of them seriously affected the work or the revenue stream, except to lengthen the timeline and perhaps open the door at the end for some follow-on work. The suggestions were hers; I didn't have to put on my salesman hat.

I used a printer in the conference room to print off a couple of copies and gave them to Stacy to check. She read them over and took them into Tara's large office while I returned to the conference room to pack up my computer. I'd just finished when Stacy brought me a signed copy back for my files. As I'd indicated, they kept one for theirs.

Stacy had indicated that my transport, meals, and housing requirements were all taken care of. She'd had a sedan car meet me at the airport so I knew I was in good hands. I was to follow her. We left the office with me toting my roll-on bag and briefcase. Stacy had a nice Lexus convertible. She was also a driver that instilled safe feelings in her passenger.

Her hands encased my face just after I'd buckled into her car and planted a kiss on me that contained all the pent up demand she must have been feeling all afternoon. She sighed as we parted, "God, I love kissing you. I'm so glad you're here. I love you."

We drove a route I'd been on before, ending at Tara's majestic condominium. Stacy led me inside and showed me the guest room. This would be my base, but she made it clear that I was not expected to be sleeping there – or even be sleeping very much. Two horny Texas females required my loving sexual services as soon as possible.

To facilitate the last part of her description, Stacy stripped away my clothing as I removed hers. When we were naked, we fell into a very energetic sixty-nine. I didn't cum in that position, but Stacy was again right on edge and entered an almost continuous state of orgasm as I ate and fingered her. Her squeals and moans echoed around Tara's condo. The sounds were unmistakable in terms of the pleasure she was feeling.

We made love on 'my' bed after a few minutes, and she kept having her orgasms one right after the other, if there was even a break. After our long session, I announced I was cumming inside her unless she wanted something elsewhere. She didn't, and I filled her body with my cream. She ejaculated some of her girl juice at the same time, and now my bed had a wet spot, but I guessed I wouldn't have to sleep in it. I figured we'd make more wet spots later in Tara's bed.

I mentally prepared to go down on Stacy and tidy up the mess I'd made of her nether region, but before I could move, a feminine hand pulled my flaccid cock from Stacy's pussy and sucked on it briefly. The owner of the hand made a loud, "Mmmmmmm" sound.

"Hi Tara," I said in a languid tone as she nudged me out of the way.

Tara didn't say anything because her mouth became totally engaged on her daughter's sweet tasting pussy, licking and lapping at our combined juices. Stacy had two more large orgasms before Tara stopped. By then I was hard again watching the pair.

I got into some serious cunnilingus on Tara's pussy as she worked on Stacy's vagina and surrounding area. Soon, Tara stopped doing anything other than relishing the tongue-lashing I was giving her. Finally, she had a large orgasm rip through her body that left her listless for a couple of minutes as she savored the jolts of pleasure. She rested her head on Stacy's thigh right next to her gaping pussy and panted in her afterglow.

Tara then had me come over her as she spread and raised her attractive legs in invitation. She was still wearing sexy black stockings and high heels from her office clothes. She looked tarty and I guessed that she'd remained dressed that way to tease me. Later, I confirmed my supposition.

Tara and I went at it for while. Stacy even rode her mother's tongue for a while as the two of us kissed, but then she went back to watching after having had an orgasm and squirting some effluent over Tara's face, neck, and chest.

I finally came in Tara and then did a few things to bring her off again. Tara lay beside me as I spooned behind her with my pleasurable appendage inside her. Stacy then helped in the after activities as we lapped up my second load for the day. I thought Tara had gone to sleep but she was just zoned out and savoring the emotions and feelings of afterglow from our coupling and the last edges of her climax.

Tara finally turned in my arms again so we could kiss. "You, sir, are one helluva lover. I was jealous that Stacy got a whole weekend with you and your friends at your home. I may leave her here and come on my own next time."

I kissed her, "You'd be welcome. You can both come, you know, although we are generally short a man or two depending on which women are around. We've got a new neighbor, too, only he and his girlfriend won't be moving in for another couple of weeks." I explained about Brad and Megan mostly for Stacy's benefit since she'd seen the house

We cleaned up and went to dinner at the Golf Club, enjoying an upscale dinner that Tara just signed for. Rounds Three and Four were back in Tara's bed where we all eventually fell asleep in a tangled mess of arms, legs, and sticky parts.

Thursday I started the interviews with Tara's management team and few of the outsiders in other parts of the organization. My interview technique was to ask open ended questions that would get them talking about what they felt was important to the business now and in the future, along with the obstacles and other factors that would impede progress. One of my favorite questions was 'If you could wave a magic wand, what would you make happen around here?'

I did three interviews that day as well as part of an interview with Stacy that bridged into lunch that we had brought into the conference room I'd been assigned.

One thing I learned from Stacy was that she had telephoned Doug and talked to him about the reaction he'd had when she'd made a few sentences about the business she and some of her MBA colleagues hoped to put together.

Doug apparently knew of almost exactly that business and apologized but explained that she'd been upstaged before even getting out of the starting gate. Stacy and her friends had been thinking of an e-commerce store for personal services that were vetted and location specific. Doug led Stacy to several sites while they'd talked on the phone and he pointed out why he'd reacted to what she'd said.

Stacy managed a wan grin but I could see she was disappointed in that news, "So, now we're all trying to rethink what happens next in our lives. Three of the team have already dropped out after realizing that we were reinventing the wheel. I think a couple of others might, too, and then we won't have a critical mass of people to do anything but job-hunt and support each other through social media."

I had an idea gestating in the back of my head but I wanted to talk to Ginger first. I liked Stacy and she was smart. I asked, "Can your mother upgrade your position or promote you into something more meaningful?"

Stacy shook her head. "No. This job is pushing the limits according to HR. They know our relationship, and let Tara do it providing she time-boxed the job. Two years. I have about seven months to go if I want to stay on, then I need to exit stage right and leave Mantra."

"Sorry to hear that. I'll keep my ears open on your behalf."

* * * * *

Friday night Ginger and I met at Tampa airport just outside security. I'd flown in from Houston and Ginger from White Plains. We had dinner at the airport at P. F. Changs, and then I drove us home.

Over dinner I floated my idea about hiring Stacy as a consulting associate. We could offload a lot of our grunt work on her, maybe bill out some or all of her time to various client engagements, and possibly turn her into a credible consultant over time.

Ginger teased, "You just want to have your new honey around to fuck."

I shrugged, "There's some truth to that. I thought you liked her, too. She'd be a resource to both of us. I thought she liked eating your pussy as much as me fucking her."

Ginger already had her mind in the gutter. "I liked tasting her resources. I could eat her all day long, plus she's so much fun to go down on because she's so orgasmic and expressive about it." After we each ate some of our dinners, she said, "I like her a lot and in many ways. She's easy to have around, is her own person but strives to fit in, takes an interest in everything going on around her, isn't afraid of hard work, and is a sexpot. I am admitting to having great affection for her, too, especially after her visit a week or so ago. I'd offer her the job. Why don't you offer her the chance to live with us?"

My eyebrows about shot off my forehead. "REALLY?!!? You'd want her to live with us? What would that be like?"

Ginger giggled, "Hopefully, we'd be having sex all the time. I told you a couple of days ago about how I've changed so that sex is perhaps the most important aspect of my life. I was serious. I'm serious about Stacy. I think the burden would be on her as to whether she could stand us day-in and day-out. We could become like the threesome next door."
I confessed, "Every time I see her she tells me she loves me. She's often mentioned that same level of affection for you."

"Oh, then she should definitely live with us. She'll either get over her infatuation with the two of us, or become our wife."

We kicked the idea around in more and more detail as we ate and as we drove home. The rudimentary idea I had got more and more meat on it as we talked. We also talked about the 'A' side of the idea and the 'B' side of the idea.

The 'A' side revolved around the business stuff we'd have her do. We'd have to set up an office in our house that would be exclusively hers. We'd have to worry about paying her and all that administrative stuff. We'd have to manage her workload, and divvy up her assignments up between Ginger and me so that we didn't under or over work her. We kicked around various assignments, and I knew before we were through that we had plenty of billable work for her. As she came up to speed on how we did things, we'd be able to sell and deliver more work.

The 'B' side of the idea revolved around her personal life. We'd offer her our guest room with ensuite bath, and full house privileges. She'd also have open access to the two of us, and be welcome in our bed anytime as we saw it. She should know that both of us wanted her, but that she also could come and go as she pleased, develop her own relationships outside of our home or our neighbors, and just live her life like 'normal'. She would always be invited to participate in our neighborhood parties and such that were usually sexual, as she knew from her weekend visit but there was no obligation.

Saturday, I did some research on MBA pay scales based on what I knew about her and her background educationally and experientially. I almost choked on the numbers and so did Ginger, but we both agreed to not only those, but also a logical progression based on time in service. Any meritorious pay increases would have to be decided at the time.

I flew back to Houston on Monday morning to do more interviews and to talk to Stacy. As before, she had a limo meet me and take me to their offices. She greeted me with a huge smile but her very professional 'people may see' attitude. I behaved.

After the two interviews, which ended the scheduled workday, Stacy drove me to her mother's and we immediately made love. To my surprise, Tara was traveling and wouldn't be back until Wednesday evening. I had Stacy all to myself, or she had me, for two nights.

Stacy took me to dinner at the Golf Club again. The place was a treat for me because the cuisine was superb and the menu highly varied.

Over dinner I engaged Stacy. "I have an offer for you, given that you are a short-timer where you work and will be needing other employment."

Stacy perked up and focused all of her attention on me. That was a lot of attention.

"Stacy, Ginger and I want to extend a job offer to you. We would like you to come and work for us as a consulting associate. You'd be low man on a three-man totem pole, but if this works maybe we'll add more staff.

"We would pay you $135,000 a year, plus the potential for an unspecified bonus depending on any talent you have for generating business, including follow-on business with our clients. There'd be a few other benefits I can talk about. We will try to transfer to you as much of our consulting know-how as we can in as short a time as we can.

"We offer you free room and board with us – our guest room with ensuite bath, complete use of the house, and complete access to us on a 24/7 basis. Just to clarify, IF you want that includes sexual privileges with both of us. We are hoping you want that, me especially. Ginger was also taken by you and liked you a lot.

"You'd be able to participate or not in all our crazy parties, and you got a taste of what those are like the weekend you were with us. You do NOT have to do that. You are free to develop your own friendships and lovers or whatever you choose. You do NOT need to interact with us in any way other than professionally."

Stacy held her hand up, "I love you. I accept."

I was taken aback. "You haven't thought about it."

"I don't need to think about it. You just described the best fucking job in the world. It's a superb job, with two super people, people I love, and people I love to have sex with – to make love with. I'll be in your bed every night if I'm allowed."

I said, "We do have a king-size bed."

"I know. You fucked me on it a couple of times. Yes, this is perfect. I want this." She'd gotten up from her chair and was literally dancing around next to the table in excitement. Other people in the restaurant were watching us, and I have to admit I was laughing at her antics.

I said, "I don't want to take you away from your mother. I really like her, and don't want her angry with me for taking you off across the Gulf of Mexico six hundred miles. I guess I'm taking you from your social life in Houston, too – all your friends and cohorts."

Stacy shook her head, "I spent two years in Philly at Wharton. Before that I was in college at Northwestern, and before that in high school in a suburb of Denver. My cohort is all over the place. I have very few friends here. I live with my mom, as you know. I can be ready to go in about an hour." She grinned broadly as she sat again.

"What about your mother?"

"I'll leave her your address so she can forward my mail."

* * * * *

Tara erupted in joy over my offer to employ her daughter as a consulting associate. "Oh, that's perfect. You are such a dear man to do that for her. I brought her along as much as I could. I was as crushed as she was when she learned her e-commence idea was already a thriving enterprise and posed a barrier to entry into that field."

I chuckled, "I confess to having alternative motives. She'll be in my bed often, and both Ginger and I love her. My wife didn't get any dedicated time with her – sexual time, that is – but we all talked and had meals together as Ginger had her boyfriend visit us that same weekend."

Tara laughed, "I got a very detailed description of that weekend from Stacy: man-by-man, stroke-by-stroke, orgasm-by-orgasm, and fuck-by-fuck. I plan on visiting you sometime soon. I want the same treatment."

I nodded and grinned. "Bring it on."

Tara got serious. "Stacy's in love with you."

"The feeling is mutual. I love Ginger and some other women, too. It's not a competition. Ginger and I just moved beyond the need to be in an exclusive relationship. We aren't possessive either. I made the point to Stacy that if she meets anybody she wants to pursue she has total freedom and even encouragement to do so."

Tara smiled, "Where were you when I was picking a husband?"

I teased, "Busy fucking my wife."

"So, now you'll have two wives in your household, kind of like your next door neighbors, according to Stacy?"

"Yes. I think we'll all sort of become married to them, too, plus another couple just bought the house on the other side of my neighbors and we've already partied with them. They're fun and likeable, as well."

Tara teased, "And sexual?"

"Very sexual," I confirmed.

We talked about how Stacy could phase out of her work for Tara, get a replacement that Human Resources would provide up to speed about her job, and then move to our home on Palma Sola Bay. Two weeks sounded about right to both of us.

I conducted more interviews of Tara's managers and executives over the next few days. Now, my trained mind had started to perceive patterns in what they said, what they believed, and what they aspired to do in the business. More important, I started a list of things I didn't hear, that I thought I would. One was an emphasis on customers instead of keeping a calm façade within the company. I'd seen that 'don't make waves' mentality since several large companies during my consulting career.

Tara, Stacy, and I spent the evenings and nights together. Stacy always made sure her mother got more than her share of the sex we had. She said, "After all, in a couple of weeks, I'm going to have Steve all to myself – well, except for my needing to share with Ginger, Beth, Jo, Megan, Jillian, and Ellie." That provoked a hearty laugh.

I was home the following week writing up the interviews and doing a preliminary storyboard of the presentation I'd make to Tara and her management team when we did the two-day working session that would piece together the Marketing and Action Plan for the company and set the stage for Tara's group's performance.

Ginger was again in White Plains, and teased me mercilessly by sending me photos and fifteen second video clips of Blake and her doing sexual things to each other in the evening. Blake really got off on the teasing, coming up with many ideas that Ginger said she liked and that the two of them perpetrated upon me.

The most scandalous to me one night was a picture of Ginger spread eagled on the hood of a car in the parking lot at the motel. Based on what I could tell she only wore a summery dress. She'd shrugged out of the top of the dress totally exposing her magnificent breasts and upper body. The lower part of the dress was pulled up to her waist, and Blake (I assumed) had his cock buried in her pretty little pussy. The selfie pictures I got were from a couple of different angles, but showed not only what was happening, but also that they were in plain view by a hundred rooms of the multi-story motel.

I was surprised late one afternoon when I fielded a telephone call from Blake. He was very cordial, but yet conciliatory. He asked if he was crossing the line with anything he'd done or suggested to Ginger. He said she seemed to be having fun and going along with all of his suggestions, but he worried about my reaction and me. He didn't want to disrespect me in anyway, and hoped I was taking all that they did as light teasing and nothing more. I assured him that I was more than fine with everything that had happened so far, and that he should continue at full power with anything else that occurred to him. I told him, "Ginger is a big girl. She knows how to say 'No' and she knows my limits."

His call raised his stock in my opinion about how he was honoring our marriage and Ginger. He hadn't wanted to hurt anything, and wanted to be sure I was seeing it as good fun and teasing without crossing any boundary. I didn't think many men would do what he'd done. I waited to tell Ginger until we were together on the weekend. She was further impressed with the man.

I had Jo or Beth with me the nights I was alone. We were so comfortable with each other, I really felt like I had a wife at home both nights – a horny wife that wanted frequent sex with her husband. I was most accommodating.

I send out my summary of the interviews at Tara's group to all of the managers, urging them to read them and get back to me with errors or comments before the following Wednesday. I explained that I'd be in residence during the business day in Tara's conference room. Of course, I referred to her as Miss Bennett.

Ginger and I had a quiet weekend at home. There was an art fair along a closed off section of Main Street in downtown Sarasota, so we spent an afternoon doing that and bought one painting for our living room. We made love a half-dozen times all over the house and patio. Doug and his wives were over and helped, too, and we also enjoyed some sexual play together with the threesome next door.

Monday morning I left for Houston. Ginger also flew out only to Raleigh where we had a marketing lead from a company we'd worked with about five years earlier – Knightsbridge Manufacturing. She hoped to sell some work there and be able to bill out the day as she started the work. The senior executive who called was new to the company and has some fresh ideas he wanted to explore with an outsider that kind of knew the company but wasn't jaded by working there.

Monday afternoon and Tuesday I worked with Stacy showing her how we took the interview data and processed it into some observations about the organization and its future, and how we used various frameworks to analyze what we'd heard to show the coherence or lack of it in an organization. She was fascinated but quickly caught on to the methodology.

Stacy introduced me to her replacement as Tara's AA, a pretty young woman named Cindy Readner. She, too, was in her mid-twenties and appeared more than capable for the job. Tara had picked her from four candidates that HR had her interview. Cindy and Stacy already had a close rapport.

Stacy had kind of thrown Cindy into the deep end of her job, but then made herself fully available for any and all questions. Cindy was in and out of our conference room with questions that I noted were increasingly confirmation of what she thought she should do. As the week went on her visits slowed to a trickle. I had Cindy pegged as a quick study. I also noted her confidence seemed to increase as her first week in the job passed. Tara was around but out of the office most of the time. When she did show up she flew by Cindy's desk, tossed out some orders for travel or files or something, and then flew away again. I called that 'sea gull management' – fly by, deposit something, and fly away.

I fielded a half-dozen meaty comments on the interviews from a few of the managers on Wednesday. They were good comments and I showed Stacy how to accommodate them in the PowerPoint slides we were putting together for the workshop that started the next day. About three o'clock we printed out the slides so the workshop attendees could take notes, and the print shop at the company made fifteen bound books that we'd hand out the next morning.

I was a little edgy that night at dinner and later as I usually was before a strategy workshop. The future of the company including jobs and many other things depended on this going well. I was less concerned about the content I'd put together with Stacy's help, and more concerned that the managers would 'play' the process – saying one thing and doing another.

Tara and Stacy did a number on me that night to ease my anxiety. I slept well holding both of them to my naked body after four rounds of making love to them – two each.

The next morning started in Tara's large conference room. Tara kicked off the meeting with a few remarks about how important the results of the workshop would be to everyone and the company, and how she expected the men and women to be open and frank in their remarks.

I stood up and introduced the slide book, which got handed out. I also acknowledged that my company (Ginger and me!) had hired Stacy with Tara's blessing, and that she'd also helped assemble the content and data we'd be presenting, but confirmed that we'd stuck to the methodology we used. After that the workshop took care of itself and went according to plan.

By the end of the first day I was very happy. Yes, there was contention and disagreement. That was good. Tara had not intervened but let her managers sort out their differences with solutions that I thought were win-win for them. I gave Stacy a shot at presenting part of the material she'd help put together and she did a credible job, although she was a little nervous. I had called on her unexpectedly.

We had a group dinner that Stacy and Cindy had organized. The dinner was at Tara's Golf Club in a private room. Cindy was there along with everyone else who'd been at the workshop.

I got to meet and talk to some of the managers on a more personal basis. They were intrigued about what my plans for Stacy were when I explained her new post as an associate consultant.

One of the women on the management team had worked at Bain fresh out of a Harvard MBA – Nancy Merrill. She and I had a rich discussion across the dinner table about our methodology for helping businesses analyze merger and acquisition targets, and then our approach regarding technology deployment in a large corporation.

Towards the end of the discussion, I felt a bare foot run up my leg. It belonged to my dinner companion. Nancy was coming on to me, and I already had so many options I couldn't believe my luck. I would have liked to go with her, too. I gave her a wink and mumbled something about needing to work well into the night to prepare for the next day. I apologized that we couldn't spend as much time together as I wanted. That seemed to mollify her and let her save face, and we backed down from the boundary.

The management team bailed out of the club right after dinner and dessert. The start time the next morning had been confirmed as nine o'clock so they'd have a little time to deal with any crises in their divisions.

I knew I needed to hang around so that Cindy didn't see me walking towards Tara's condominium where my bags were. I mentioned that to Stacy and she laughed. She said, "Don't worry. Cindy is coming with us tonight. She's your birthday present."

"It's not my birthday," I stupidly admitted.

Stacy lightly slapped her cheeks with both hands just like eight-year-old Kevin, played by Macaulay Culkin did in the movie Home Alone, and said in a comic tone, "Oh, dear. I made a mistake. Shall I tell her to go home?"

"God, no. So long as you and Tara are good with this." They were.

Chapter 11 – Wife Busted For Public Sex

Cindy LOVED to eat pussy. I wondered whether that had been part of the interview criteria that Tara had applied across the four people HR had recommended to her. You know, team player, good analytic skills, and high administrative awareness, anticipates needs in her organization, eats pussy like it's their last meal. Ah, on that last skill you need for the job, I rate you about a nine – exceptionally good; the job is yours.

Cindy also LOVED to suck cock. I thought of the various analogies for someone like her. She could suck a tennis ball through a garden hose, she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, and so on. That was Cindy. I about went through the roof and blasted prematurely as she got going on me.

Cindy also LOVED to have a cock sawing into her hot little pussy as she sucked, licked, fingered, kissed, tongued, lapped, and otherwise attended to either Stacy or Tara. Ever the consultant trying to please everyone at the client site, I did as instructed and made love to each of them before we collapsed in a pile of sexually sated flesh. I think Cindy loved me, too. I could tell by the looks, the soft touches, and the sensitive kisses she doled out to me.

The Friday workshop went even better than the day before. Nancy Merrill, the mid-level manager who'd played footsie with me the evening before, continued to flirt but not outrageously. I remained polite and professional with her, and did make sure to spend a little time with her so she didn't think her efforts were wasted.

I knew how to politely flirt but still keep things in bound for a business setting – at least I thought I did. I would touch her arm or hand gently to make a point. I'd whisper some humorous aside to her. I'd lock eyes with her and not break eye contact as I smiled. I got her coffee, having seen how she liked it. I made sure to sit by her at our group lunch.

Cindy, who sat in on the meeting taking notes, commented to me later on the interaction. "I'll make sure that Nancy is one of your playthings when you're back with us in a week." I looked surprised, but Cindy laughed and pointed at her new boss. Tara was watching us and laughing. She'd also seen Nancy's less than subtle seduction attempts and my responses.

We ended the workshop at three o'clock, and the managers immediately scattered to the wind. We had a nice cohesive strategy spread over twenty or so flip charts with lots of detail and action steps that Cindy had hopefully captured on my laptop as she took notes. I collected everything, rolled up the charts after taking pictures of them with my iPhone, kissed Cindy, Stacy, and Tara goodbye and headed home to Tampa.
Ginger had been home for a day and looked extremely sheepish when I came in the door. I finally confronted her after I changed my clothes and sensed her mood. "All right. What's wrong?"

Ginger blushed, "I got busted. Blake and I got busted by the cops for having sex in public. It was both our idea, so there's no one to blame."

I laughed, "You what? Tell me what happened."

Ginger could see she wasn't going to get much sympathy from me. She went on, "Blake took me to a free concert at some amusement part in Rye, New York. The place had a big beach and swimming area. Well, we walked way down the beach away from where all the people were listening to the rock music. We even saw another couple fucking on the sand. We went past them a little more and then we got into it, too. I pulled my dress top down and my skirt up, and Blake went to town on me. I knew I'd be all wet and leaky afterwards, but that's part of the fun of illicit sex. Well, Blake had just cum inside me when we heard a loud 'Ahem' about twenty feet from us. The headlights of some beach vehicle suddenly shone on us. There were two Westchester County cops watching us. They were laughing, but they had to write down all our information from our licenses. They made sure that nothing was amiss and that there was no rape taking place, and they moved on. They busted the other couple we'd seen, too. They were much younger."

"Duh," I teased. "Of course they were younger. Why you'd never find two forty-plus-year-olds fucking on the beach at a rock concert?" I broke up into uncontrollable laughter and that did not endear me to Ginger. I had tears rolling down my cheeks I was laughing so hard. At least she saw the humor in the situation the way I did.

We had welcome home sex and then went out to a late dinner. Beth had worked late, too, and came with us. After she heard Ginger's story she also had tears running down her face she was laughing so hard.

I cuddled Ginger after we made love again and we slept as I spooned in behind her naked body. The rest of the weekend was quiet, and I resisted the urge to do any work. We did prepare the guest room for Stacy's arrival. She planned to drive with a carload of her possessions leaving Houston the following Thursday morning. She'd arrive Friday afternoon after staying over Thursday night near Tallahassee.

Ginger and I again had a long discussion about Stacy and the dynamic the three of us might attain. We often referenced the threesome next door, Doug, Beth, and Jo, as we speculated about how we'd settle out with a new female in the house. We knew this was an experiment and looked forward to it.

Jo came over and we engaged her in a long discussion about what her marriage with Doug had been like after they invited Beth to join them and she moved in. To our surprise, she said, "We're still in our shakeout phase. Living in the house next door to you is the first time we've actually lived together. All the other times it was Beth visiting and staying overnight. She didn't live with us. Now, she does. It's different."

"What are your friction points?" Ginger asked.

Jo laughed, "Mostly meaningless shit. You didn't empty the dryer. You left your dishes in the sink. Whose half-glass of milk is still in the refrigerator? You ate my leftovers. They're petty, but I was used to them with Doug, and now there's also someone else."

I asked, "About sex?"

"Amazingly, not so much. I never mind Beth and Doug getting it on. They're both very inclusive of me, so I rarely feel left out. When I do it's often because I'm feeling down on myself for some other reason or it's that time of the month. Sex is not the issue. Hell, sex is one of the main reasons we love living together." She laughed.

Jo thought and added, "Look, having Stacy move in will not be all peaches and cream. You'll have arguments, spats, tiffs, and even get rip-roaring angry at each other. Agree to a time out and go get over it. Some of the best sex we've had has been after one of our screaming matches at each other that I also hope you don't hear."

"We don't," I assured her.

Jo went on, "Despite my sounding down on our living together, we love each other. You've been married a long time. You know that it's not all smooth sailing. You get pissed off at each other; you do dumb things or say dumb things, BUT in the end you still love each other. Marriage or living as we do is an exercise in patience, forgiveness, tolerance, and a struggle for understanding.

"I've never understood any other woman as I do Beth and she says the same thing about me. We love each other as best friends and as lovers. I bet you'll end up the same way with Stacy despite the age difference."

* * * * *

Stacy pulled into the driveway at five o'clock on Friday. She had that spaced-out look in her eyes everyone gets when you've been driving all-day for two days in a row. Further, she said she felt hot and sticky. I aimed her at the pool and suggested that she didn't need a bathing suit. I had an ulterior motive. Stacy stripped off her clothing in the living room as Ginger and I watched, came and kissed both of us, and then went and while laughing fell backwards into the pool.

I awarded her a glass of wine as she clamored out of the pool after a few laps and just some simple floating on her back as I watched her a got a hard-on. She was gorgeous and both Ginger and I commented about how pleased we were to have a 'thing' of beauty like her grace our lives for a while.

I gave Stacy one of my t-shirts to put on and she did. Wearing that one item of clothing and some flip-flops we helped her empty her car. Ginger helped her put stuff away and hang clothes in the closet without much regard to organization. I almost felt as though Jillian was moving back home. The two girls were close in age, at least relative to Ginger or me.

We reached a good stopping point and I suggested we go out for dinner. Stacy dressed in a minimum of clothes the way Ginger was, and we headed out to Anna Maria Island. We showed Stacy the main drag and pointed out some of our usual haunts, and ended up at seafood joint called the Oyster Shack.

We walked around AMI a little after dinner, poking into this or that souvenir shop. Stacy bought her mother a t-shirt with the island name on it and a groovy palm tree. I tended to avoid the inside of the stores.

Although it was a short ride home, Stacy fell asleep in the backseat with her head lolling off to one side and her adorable little mouth slightly open. I parked and carried her inside without her waking up. I nestled her into our bed, right where I hoped she'd sleep from now on. Ginger took her flip-flops, and we covered her with a sheet.

Ginger and I kind of laughed after we got back to the living room. She said, "So much for the bundle of passion and unbridled sex that we expected to have tonight."

I laughed, too. "She's beat from two long days on the road. She said she didn't sleep well at the motel last night either and she's been hyped up all week about her move. How about you and I create that bundle of passion and unbridled sex?"

"Ooooh, I like the way you think."

Ginger and I made love in our living room and then naked we slipped into bed on either side of Stacy who was still out cold.

I woke feeling some kind of bug on my lip and maybe my cheek. I kind of brushed it away but it came back. When I opened my eyes Stacy was there. She'd been running her left breast and nipple around my lips and cheek. She grinned at me and kissed me. She was also naked, my favor style of dress when possible.

She said, "Ginger is awake. She sent me to wake you up. I hope this is all right. This is so exciting, I think I'll burst."

"Did you sleep all right?" I asked.

"I was exhausted. I hope you'll forgive me for dropping off on you. The last I recall was getting into the car after dinner."

"Of course, you're forgiven."

"I wanted to make mad passionate love to you and Ginger, but ... I missed the mark. I hope you'll both let me make it up to you today and tonight and forever in the future."

I sat up, "Sounds like a plan. Today is Saturday and it's the weekend. Our time is our own. Your wish is our command."

Stacy didn't blink when I got out of bed naked and trotted off to the bathroom. She'd been with me like this in Tara's bedroom, so this wasn't our first time. After getting ready for the day, I met my two naked friends in the kitchen. Ginger came and kissed me in a very significant way.

I looked at my wife wondering whether this was something special, and then I figured this was just a little competition because Stacy was there and also being loving. My wife was making sure that I knew she loved me.

"Want me to make a bagel run or we could all go down to the Train Station for breakfast." The Train Station was a restaurant that had once been a small train station in some backwater town in Indiana and when times changed it got moved, piece-by-piece, to Florida.

"Yes, please," Ginger said with a smile. She put the pan she'd just gotten out back in the cabinet.

We all went to the bedrooms and dressed in casual clothes to go out. Again, Ginger and Stacy wore the legal minimum to not get arrested for indecent exposure. Ginger wore a small bikini bra and cutoffs that seemed to be mostly pockets. Her stunning all-over tan filled in the missing pieces. Stacy wore a short sleeve shirt with the tails tied under her breasts. She had on some stretch shorts that molded to her every curve, gave her a slight camel toe, and had the work 'PINK' across her ass in large letters, calling attention to that part of her perfect pink anatomy. Jeweled flip-flops seemed up to the occasion for both women.

We ate inside rather than at an outside table since the weather was getting very hot and humid despite it only being morning. Ginger and Stacy both reacted slightly to the air conditioning by having their nipples harden and try to escape their tops. I reacted by noticing said phenomena and developing a hard-on. I had bacon and eggs.

The conversation drifted to what we normally did on a Saturday or Sunday. My thought was that we weren't consistent from week to week. Ginger agreed. She mentioned the weekend that Blake had come as a for instance without clarifying. Stacy had been there that weekend and if I recall it was wall-to-wall sex with them and our neighbors.

Stacy laughed, "You mean you'd normally have guests and be fucking all day and all night?"

I nodded in a serious manner. "Yes, that about sums it up. Ginger and I would tend to do that, too, and of course, we usually involve our neighbors."

I tried to think of things we'd done: free concerts, the art fair, the Corvette show, shopping for the necessities of life, and so on. Ginger and I always had three or four books going at the same time, so pleasure reading was often on the docket. I mentioned those and also confessed to writing erotic stories and using my weekends to do some of that.

After breakfast Ginger had me swing by the large shopping center near us and then we drove home.

As soon as we were in the house, Ginger stripped off her clothing. Stacy followed her lead, and I got in the spirit of things. Seconds later, we were on our bed and I watched the two of them swing into a sixty-nine on their sides as they started to pleasure each other. I watched and stroked myself. I achieved the consistency of tungsten steel in seconds as soon as I saw their nude bodies prancing through the house.

Eventually, Stacy started her orgasms. I'd never known a woman that had so many in so short a time period. She was on a hair trigger, and everything Ginger did to her elicited a climax. Moreover, on the more intense ones she squirted girl juice, covering Ginger's face, neck, breasts, or everything surrounding her.

Stacy layback and asked me to penetrate her while Ginger straddled her head. I got my own taste of Stacy and then did her bidding. Ginger mounted as suggested facing me so we could kiss and could make love to her breasts as Stacy licked. While we did this, Stacy was having an orgasm every couple of minutes.

We didn't stop until lunchtime. What a delightful way to spend a Saturday morning. The day was beautiful and we all went and skinny-dipped in the pool, enjoying the cool water as the daytime temperatures rose.

We were fixing lunch when Jo came over. She only wore her bikini bottoms and sported a hickey on one breast. She rolled her eyes and gestured back at her house, "My wife gave me that. We were very passionate this morning."

Jo paused and assessed the three of us, "I guess you've welcomed the new member of your family. Anyway, I am the ambassador from next door to invite you to a sex-filled afternoon with a rotation of partners, snacks, swimming, cocktails along with cock and pussy tails, and a cookout dinner of burgers and hot dogs, followed by more sex if any of us are still standing.

"I also have some good news, and that's that Brad and Megan are here. They're staying with us. They had to come to town to touch and feel their new home. Well, it's Brad's new home, but Megan is starting to get possessive about it, too, if you know what I mean. The two of them will be part of our afternoon orgy, so we have lots of variety to offer."

The three of us were grinning, but I paused to be sure that Stacy was up for what Jo had proposed. I said to her, "If all the sex is too much for you, you have every right to say 'No'."

Stacy grinned broadly, "And if I want more, more, more, do I have to do anything?"

I shrugged, "Just hang around, I guess."

* * * * *

Despite the warming temperatures, our neighborhood group sex extravaganza tended to be outdoors on Doug and family's patio and pool deck. The house unevenly wrapped around three sides of part of their patio and pool, so we were inconspicuous to all but someone boating on Palma Sola Bay or to observations from our upstairs bedroom as Ginger and I had discovered just after the Reeds moved in. Due to the shallows near shore, powerboats and sailboats avoided the area or they'd run aground. Occasionally, we had a few kayaks pass by on rare occasions, but they were often looking for birds or sea critters, and not paying much attention to the homes or their occupants.

Stacy took to our group like a duck to water. Shortly after lunch our naked threesome consisting of Ginger, Stacy and me strolled through the break in the hedge. Stacy flirted with Brad. This activity got augmented and accelerated when both of them were naked and lying together on one of the large chaises. Stacy made that suggestion and it took Brad all of a microsecond to agree. I watched as their slow kisses started and then the touching of key body parts. Brad stroked Stacy's breasts and then worked on her slit and clit. Stacy's moaning started soon after.

Megan sought me out, and we worked in parallel with what Stacy and Brad were doing. When Brad started to fuck Stacy, I happily engaged in the same activity with Megan. Stacy started to pop off orgasms and body spasms almost immediately. Megan watched with a sense of awe and wonder.

"Is she really having orgasms?" Megan asked in disbelief.

I nodded, "Yes. Brad is inside her and I know from experience that he is feeling her whole vagina and body spasming around his shaft every time she moans and clutches onto him like that. It's very stimulating. She loves it and the feedback to her partner is unmistakable. She likes what he's doing to her and wants more."

Megan made our time together also very memorable. She had her own orgasms, but laughed about being unable to compete with Stacy. Megan had wanted to act out scenes from various porn videos she'd watched with Brad, so there was some creative moving around and unusual positions as we made love. She even teased that some of them had come from Jill Janes' videos she'd repeatedly watched. Many of them had been chosen in the videos to be appealing to the camera, so we did them so Stacy and Brad could watch us. In one position, Megan had her head and shoulders on the floor as she leaned back off of the sofa with her pussy up at sofa-seat level; I had my cock plunging dowwwards inside her as I held her legs in front of me using mostly my knees and quads to rise and fall so that I pumped my cock down into her receptive pussy.

Eventually, after our happy ending, Jo joined us and ate out Megan as I kissed her and teased her breasts. Megan called me a unicorn because I liked to cuddle and do sexy things to her after I'd cum in her pussy. I explained that I had more inside that needed to get out so I was just continuing our foreplay. She liked that.

Ginger had been with Doug and Beth, swapping around and especially having her sexy breasts sucked, licked, and nibbled on. They'd enlisted a dildo with a rabbit head on it to tickle a girl's clit. The little device was leaving each of the women that Doug used it on having large and very wet orgasms as they spasmed from his teasing with the device.

Around three o'clock we were all in the pool having a break. The sun was bright and I worried about Stacy getting too much sun. We got her out of the pool and on a chaise in the shade of the house. I started to rub SPF-50 lotion all over her nude body, and soon all of the others joined in and turned the functional service into an erotic exploration of Stacy's body. At first, only the men were paying homage to her hot bod: Doug, Brad, and me. But soon, Ginger, Jo, Beth, and Megan joined in and the men relinquished control of the situation so they could watch and see what happened.

Ginger had brought the magic dildo to the party that she'd been using on Beth a few minutes earlier. As the eight hands started to massage everywhere, with an emphasis on erogenous zones, one of the hands brought the dildo into play on Stacy's vagina and clitoris.

Stacy squirted almost immediately, catching some of her tormentors in her shower. She also moaned out a climax ... and then another ... and then more and more, plus they were coming more frequently. Stacy's body rose up in an arch as each orgasm tore through her body. Her voice and the moans became louder, but her speech was getting slurred almost like she was drunk.

Orgasm after orgasm raked Stacy's supine form. I saw her legs start to tremble almost continuously, and then her hands and arms joined in. Her lower torso also entered a zone where it spasmed and trembled continuously. The women continued with fingers everywhere they could go on or inside her body. Jo slipped her hand into Stacy and fisted the young girl. I had just started to intervene when Stacy passed out during one of her larger orgasms.

I admonished the group, "Ladies, it's time to give it a rest. She's out for the count."

Jo withdrew and licked her hand up to her wrist. Beth took a few licks, too; and then so did Ginger and Megan. They'd all had their tongues on Stacy's pussy, so this was nothing new, but they acted as though it was.

I picked up Stacy and cuddled her in my lap with her head on my shoulder. We just sat and looked out at the bay as the others got into another round of sex with lots of heterosexual oral sex. Ginger was with Brad, and giving him one of her Cadillac blowjobs.

I met Ginger when we were both freshmen in college. She had arrived at our institution with the enviable title of Blowjob Queen or BQ in her high school. She'd developed and honed her skills on most of the males in her graduating class, and was proud of her reputation as also being 'easy'. That said, I got her cherry. Unless he stopped her or slowed her down, Brad wouldn't last long. I watched as Ginger's nose pressed hard into his pubic hair, showing to all of us that at least a few inches of his cock was down her throat.

Stacy finally shivered in my lap despite the warm afternoon. She moaned, "Oh, God, all that felt so good. I've never cum so many times or with so many people playing with all my sex areas."
I kissed her, "I worried about you ... that they were going to hurt you."

Stacy sat up slowly and kissed me, "They can 'hurt' me like that any time they want. I went into some other universe where my life was one immense and continuous orgasm just before I blacked out. I'm not sure why I am this way, but my body was made to have lots of hard orgasms from the least bit of stimulation. I was made for sex."

We kissed a few times and then I suggested that we get some water or something to drink. She agreed, and we went into the house and helped ourselves to our neighbor's refrigerator. We stood and talked a little about how we'd mutually given our neighbors house privileges. We were back and forth in each other's homes, borrowing things, grabbing something for dinner, fucking each other, and so on.

I laughed, "Often Ginger or I will look up from making love in our bedroom to see one of them naked and watching us as they stroke their own sex. We usually invite them to participate. You'll see. I bet you they all come to visit with you."

"What about Brad and Megan?"

"They'll be part of this in a few days. Brad said the moving van was in transit with their stuff. Megan didn't have that much so she took it to Brad's house to get packed in with his."

"Are they a couple or not?"

I shrugged, "To listen to either one of them I'd say no, but to watch them interact I'd say yes. I think they're both getting used to the idea of being a couple, and neither wants too large a commitment just yet, but I don't think they know how committed to each other they already are."

"Is that why they are so into the group sex thing with all of you ... us?"

"Maybe. Ask either one of them."

* * * * *

The eight of us piled into two cars and drove down to Sarasota for dinner and dancing. We went to Mattison's City Grille. I'd called ahead and they saved us a big table. They had a good band that varied the numbers they played from very active rock to sweet and romantic numbers. A female singer did every third or fourth number.

I took Ginger out for the first slow song, especially since we could talk over the music until the rock and roll. I asked, "You all right with everything going on?"

I got a kiss. "Absolutely. I was very touched about how you more or less rescued Stacy from the rest of us. You care for her, and I approve. I know you care for me that way, too."

"I do. I love you. I don't want you hurt and I certainly don't want to lose you."

Ginger chuckled and kissed me again, "You'll have to send me to the bottom of the sea with an anchor to lose me. I love you 'bigly' – I think that's the dumb word of the year. I also totally enjoy our new lifestyle, but don't want you to worry that I'm drifting away to somebody else or giving up on 'us'. I'm not, but I never would have expected that I'd be so engaged with sex with so many people. This is fun, loving, erotic, arousing, and I feel my mind expanding and growing every day we have a day like we did today."

I told her how I felt the same way. We confirmed that we wanted things to continue, and then suddenly we were swept up into the band's version of Louie Louie. We screamed out the words along as most of the others in our group and in the restaurant also joined us on the dance floor.

Later, after we'd danced our shoes off, we drove home. I was the designated driver for part of the group. At home we begged off on swapping partners with anybody since we wanted some private time with Stacy.

You'd think we would have continued our raucous sexual activities, but we didn't. We each got ready for bed, and then cuddled together naked in our big bed with Stacy in the middle.

I listened to Ginger explain to her that we both loved her and wanted her to feel that love around the clock, whether we were making mad passionate love with each other or not. Stacy got tears in her eyes and allowed the two of us to cuddle her to sleep.

The next day when I awoke I knew Stacy and Ginger were still in bed with me. I looked over Stacy's form and saw Ginger was wide-awake. She was looking at Stacy with a truly angelic and loving look on her face. I was swept up in the sweet emotion. God knows I could feel the love pouring out of Ginger for Stacy. I was surprised because they hadn't spent that much time together, but then I knew better.

My second week on campus of my freshman year, I met this flashy redhead coming out of the student union and looking a little lost. She asked me for directions to one of the other campus buildings.

As I told her where to go, I remember having my brain flash a huge sign in my head – 'This is the girl you need in your life. Don't lose her.' I knew in that instant that I'd marry her and that we'd share life's adventures together.

I walked Ginger to where she wanted to go, chatting with her along the way. By the time she went into her class I had a date with her, and further, she had given me the look that told me she felt the same way about me. We'd found each other.

Now, I saw that same look by Ginger at Stacy. She'd felt the connection. I felt it, as well. I allowed myself to relax in my own connection with Stacy, and I never had a waiver in my love for Ginger.

Ginger looked past Stacy and saw me watching her. She smiled and we linked hands over Stacy's body.

Stacy stirred and rolled onto her back up against me. I leaned in and kissed her. Her eyes blinked open and she smiled. I said to her, "I love you."

Ginger leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She said firmly, "And I love you."

Stacy smiled, "What a nice way to wake up. I love the two of you as well. This is the best feeling in the world. I feel so safe and protected, too."

We kissed and hugged for a few minutes and then got up and started moving around. Stacy complained about being a little sore below the waist, so we kept things pretty tame all morning. Mostly, she was in her room organizing the carload of clothing and boxes that she'd arrived with Friday afternoon. Ginger offered to help, but other than having a companion present, Stacy wanted to do it herself.

I puttered around the house and garage, and later went next door to see what was happening. There too things were sexually quiet as people tended to their individual projects such as laundry, bill paying, and catching up on emails.

Further afield, I discovered Brad and Megan in their completely empty house. On the kitchen counter they had two-dozen paint samples and were talking about the décor they wanted in the home. As they moved from room to room Brad and Megan measured the room, and then took measurements of the windows for curtains or blinds. The couple was joyous and excited about moving and could hardly wait for Monday when the moving truck would arrive around midday.

Brad explained, "It's not like we have a lot of furniture. We're going to have to spend a pile of money to outfit this place. At least we'll have a couple of beds, a few chairs and a sofa, and a television. We're going to be really short on tables and such."

I talked about a couple of furniture consignment shops where Ginger and I had good luck in finding furnishings for our house. Megan made note of them in the notebook they'd started about the house.

I meandered back to the house by way of a brief conversation with Beth, put on running togs, and met my friend and lover, and we went for ten mile run, staying on roads and streets that kept us along the waterfront out and back. Needless to say, we were sweaty and stinky by the time we got back home. A naked dip in my pool by the two of us cured that and also gave us the opportunity to reaffirm that we loved each other and to have a long talk.

Chapter 12 – How Next-Door Threesome Started

Beth curled her naked body against me on one of the chaises as we drip-dried. We'd run, gotten sweaty, come home, and skinny-dipped in the pool. We kissed quite a few times. I asked her about how she'd connected with Jo and Doug, and then how their relationship matured.

Beth said, "About four years ago I had just ended a relationship with a guy that struck me as too immature. He was the third or fourth in a line of guys that I spent time with and that I came to realize weren't the one for me. I had decided that I needed to try something completely different. The route of finding a guy by own age, dating, falling in love, having sex somewhere along that timeline, etcetera, etcetera, was just all wrong for me. I kept ending up with losers, at least they were for me.

"I'd become an accomplished artist, and had a couple of pieces sell for what to me were 'big bucks' – and by that I mean around $5,000 per item. I suddenly was rolling in dough relatively. Not only that, but I was turning out even better stuff than what I sold.

"I caught the attention of Renee Buckner in the university's art department. She conned me into giving a couple of seminars in her classes, and then into having a two-month exhibit of my work at the university gallery. I brought thirty of my paintings over and we set up the exhibit. Renee held a gala wine and cheese reception to launch the exhibit and anybody that was anybody at the university and in the art circles around the two-county area came. I was amazed.

"The gala was very nice, and well put on. There were maybe two or three hundred people there throughout the evening, milling around and saying mostly nice things about my work. I was on a high, and suddenly I was being introduced to this nerdy looking guy who was an electrical engineering professor with a tweed jacket, pens in his shirt pocket, and a cowlick in his hair.

"Doug was what I call a sleeper. I shook hands as I'd already done a hundred times that evening, but after that every time I turned around it seemed like we were bumping into each other. He swore he wasn't stalking me. He offered up witty and insightful critiques of my work at one point, using some words and vocabulary I'd never heard used about art. They were engineering terms – congruence, rotational axes, polynomial curves, and things like that. After that, I stuck with him the rest of the gala. We had a special resonance that I felt on several levels.

"At one point Doug introduced me to his wife Jo. She also was full of praise for my work, and she talked about what she imputed about me from the paintings. Most of what she said was accurate. Anyway, at the end of the gala, they invited me to dinner. By that time, I really liked them. I'd also given up on the brief idea I had of Doug as a boyfriend; he was married.

"We went out to dinner at The Muse, right near the university and on the Ringling Estate land. I was impressed with them the more I learned, and we shared right up until they kicked us out of the restaurant because they needed to close and go home.

"Now, over dinner they got me talking about my personal life and my busted love affairs. I even told them about how I needed to find something completely different and all that. Jo asked me several times if I was really serious, and then so did Doug.

"As we walked out of the restaurant towards our cars, Doug and Jo did a little whispering, and then I got the $64,000 question from Doug. He said, 'Beth, Jo and I really like you. We think we have all sorts of good vibes with you on many levels. We would like to date you and woo you into a relationship with us.'"

"I remember we were just crossing the street and I stopped right in the middle frozen with disbelief and indecision. I thought, 'Shit. They want a threesome. Am I up for that?' They'd missed that I'd stopped, and cars were going by on both sides of me.

"Anyway, I wended my way across the traffic and they were horrified that they'd shocked and endangered me. Jo explained, 'Look, you want a novel dating situation, and to be frank, so do we. We have been talking about what we could do to spice up and change our marriage in some way. We know we're also looking for 'unconventional'. Until I met you tonight I never thought about what we just proposed. I'm not even sure it'll work, but we'd like to try if you're willing."

"I hugged and kissed her on the lips. I told her, 'Yes, I'll date you and your husband – together or apart, however you want to do it. I don't know where it'll go, but let's see.

"I had my first date with Doug a week later. He took me to dinner at Lassiter's Western Saloon of all places – very unusual. We line danced after dinner. He was so cute and solicitous. He drove me home and was a perfect gentleman. I asked whether he 'wanted' to make love. I mean I was feeling really affectionate towards him by them. He said he did. I asked him then whether he 'could' have sex without pissing off Jo. He said he could. So we went into my condo and did the dirty – twice, in fact. He went home around midnight and by then I knew I was falling in love with him."

I asked, "What about Jo?"

Beth laughed, "She called me the next morning, and she seemed very happy. I was expecting an irate wife thinking that we'd jumped the gun because of the sex. She was just the opposite, only she humorously demanded equal time. She and I went out to lunch two days later and then spent the afternoon in my bed making love. I was hooked. I loved the two of them, and they loved me.

"We all sat and talked and got very vocal about our feelings. We kind of negotiated a contract with each other. We ruled out jealousy as a feeling none of us should have. We talked about the situations that might provoke that feeling, and agreed them away as inconsequential.

"The next I knew I was spending three nights a week in bed with them, and then four, and then five some weeks. I had my own closet and small dresser at their place, but it was small and there was no way we could move in together. Both of our places were small. After six months, we agreed that we should do what we were doing for another year or so and then, if things were going as good as they were we'd all think about living together full time.

"I should add that we were having A LOT of sex. Figuratively, I'd jump from bed to bed, only it was the same bed. Sometimes both of them were there, and sometime just one of them. It was the best sex I'd every experienced. I was ecstatic. I couldn't believe how horny I got. I was so happy and content.

"Well, we procrastinated a little, but not because we were unsure of things. I had a lease with a penalty clause, so we waited that out. We looked for houses we liked, and now we were trying to blend together three people's requirements for a home. I wanted a studio. Jo had kitchen and space for yoga dance requirements. Doug wanted a den and outside stuff like the Jacuzzi. Finally, we found our house and bought it. By that time, we considered ourselves married.

"Doug took the final steps well before we found the house and got a lawyer involved. Basically, Jo and he created a legal agreement that gives me the same rights, privileges, and benefits as if I were a legal wife. We all signed, and then we also did a commitment ceremony with a minister and everything. So, we became a threesome."

"And the sharing beyond the threesome?"

Beth laughed, "Partly my doing. I'd had Brad as a fuck buddy for years, and I admitted early on that I didn't want to give him up. I admitted my selfishness, and said I would stop if it were a deal breaker. Well, it wasn't. One night when he was fucking me senseless in my bed at my condo, Jo joined us and they got it on, too. She liked him, and he became part of why we declared an open marriage.

"Jo went back to a couple of the guys she'd liked before she and Doug got married, and they fired those relationships back up to fuck-buddy status. I participated in those. Doug had a couple of friends, too. We tried it, and our feelings for each other didn't change, except our increased gratitude for the freedom and understanding. Moreover, we were having more sex with each other despite the sex we were having outside the triad. One day I fucked five men and ate out four women; I had the best of all worlds.

"All that happened and then we moved next door to Ginger and you. Wow! The first time we really met there were sparks. By that time we'd watched each other fucking our spouses and carrying on. Swapping with you, and then falling in love with you, became a logical and smooth next step. It's the same with Megan's involvement, and then Ethan and Jillian, and now Stacy. We love everything that's happening. Our threesome is not in any jeopardy, and we get to extend ourselves to others. Oh, yeah, did I mention how great the sex was?" She giggled and kissed me.

* * * * *

Doug and Stacy spent Sunday night on a date and then in his bed while Jo and Beth consorted with Ginger and me. Around midnight we all went back to our 'spouses' to sleep. Stacy was very happy and her eyes were aglow because of the additional relationship and the unbridled sex with Doug.

She had spent a long time Sunday afternoon making sure that both Ginger and I were fine that she was going off on a 'date' with Doug that she was certain would end in sex. She confessed to liking him, but didn't want to do anything to upset the love and relationship she had with us. We were fine with it.

Monday about noon a huge orange moving van pulled up in front of Brad and Megan's home. Two movers made quick work of the partial load they had for the couple on the truck, whisking about a hundred cardboard boxes, mattresses, box springs, and other stuff from the van into the house.

Inside the home Brad and Megan were aiming the boxes at one room or another as they appeared, along with the furniture items. About two o'clock, their partial load was completed, Brad signed some paperwork and the van disappeared.

We all helped further disposition some of the boxes, and Ginger, Jo, and Beth took over unpacking kitchen stuff from two different homes – Brad's and Megan's. I folded up empty boxes and got them ready for recycling.

Megan, Brad, and I set up their king-size bed and some makeshift bedside tables with lamps. The tables were actually inverted cardboard boxes with an extra layer of cardboard taped on top so the lamp and one radio didn't fall through. Instead of a dresser they had a row of smaller cardboard boxes along one wall with various things in each of them: Brad's underwear in one, Megan's in another, shirts in one, blouses and sweaters in another, and so on. The closets were full, but not organized.

After the kitchen was in reasonable shape, Ginger and Stacy moved over and unpacked some of the bathroom stuff: towels, cosmetics, linens for a small linen closet, and more. They found a shower curtain, and got that part of things operable.

By seven o'clock the house was livable if you didn't mind the color of cardboard. We all went out to dinner at the local pizza palace.

Over dinner, I learned a little about Brad's new job. He was a mechanical engineer, and he had some solid manufacturing experience. He'd joined a rapidly growing company named EneRG near the Interstate in Sarasota that had a corner on some new battery technology they thought would revolutionize the world. Brad was going to work on helping them get their R&D into production. Apparently, they already had some contracts with Tesla and Apple, but needed production strength.

Megan didn't have a job but wasn't worried. She had a successful track record working as a nurse that gave her sterling references, especially in Florida with so many elderly people needing healthcare. For the short term she planned on working on the house and getting it painted, installing window shades and blinds, doing some landscaping, and doing other things to finish it off to their specifications.

Further, the first week Megan would be the furniture czarina. They had a list of furniture they needed in a priority order, a budget, and a credit card. Megan was going to set out the next morning to see what she could find. Brad had said he'd be willing to agree to purchases based on good photos of anything she found. He'd be at work as she roamed the furniture stores and consignment shops taking pictures, sending them to him, and asking what he thought.
We treated Tuesday morning as the start of a short workweek for all of us. Brad went to work at his new job, Megan went shopping, Jo went to her finance job, Beth sequestered herself in her art studio, Doug went to his university job, and Ginger, Stacy, and I were home working on our clients' behalf.

Ginger and I split up Stacy's time. I negotiated an allocation of two-thirds of her workweek because she knew the company I was working for – her mother's company. I quickly reminded her of my perspective on what had to happen with the results from the workshop we'd had the week before, and then showed her how we created a storyboard of the final presentation for the next phase. Sure there were a lot of holes and we needed lots of content, but we knew how we were going to generate that content based on what we already had, our methodology, and our own wits and research.

By noon, Stacy was off doing a best practice and benchmark study of Tara's operations versus other companies. I started on more of an organizational assessment, now based on the strategy work from the workshop.

Ginger was doing similar work for her White Plains client. She had a large follow-on piece of work much to our delight, as well as her getting to see Blake some more. Ginger also had a proposal out to a potential client in Raleigh based on her visit there the previous week.

Our two home offices were abuzz with activity, and now a third room that Stacy had set up to work. After lunch, Ginger heard from the company in Raleigh. She got the job. She put her new client on the phone and got Stacy in the room as they talked about starting and launching with the smaller management team.

After the call ended, Ginger got Stacy started on the storyboard for her new client. We were kind of throwing Stacy into the deep end of the consulting pool, but we'd find out whether she'd learned anything at Wharton. I knew several Harvard MBAs that couldn't have found their way out of a paper bag without instructions, a map, and a demonstration. Credentials do not imply on-the-Job talent.

We called it quits about six o'clock and went to see what our neighbors were doing.

Megan has bought several thousand dollars worth of furniture, but had only been able to bring home two bedside tables and a pair of lamps. At least they could get rid of the cardboard boxes beside their bed. She'd be getting some furniture deliveries the next day.

Megan had also gone by a Lowes or Home Depot store and purchased some blinds for a few of the windows. While she waited for deliveries she be installing those. Of course, she'd also found the nearest supermarket and stocked up on the first round of groceries for the two of them and for drop-in guests like the rest of us.

Brad got home about six-thirty with his eyeballs rolling around in his head from his first day at his new job. Things were normal with the triad.

We did a communal dinner in the triad's kitchen of chicken parmigiana. After swims while the dish cooked, we all ate outside. The conversation was animated. I volunteered to host the next night's dinner as we started to cleanup and put away leftovers.

Megan caught me on my last trip inside carrying some dishes. "Can we spend some time making love tonight?"

I decisively answered, "Yes. Can Stacy join us? She's only experienced you in that large group setting last Saturday."

Megan grinned, "Absolutely. I think she's a doll."

Ginger locked up Brad. Jo and Beth had already expressed a desire to just spend the evening with their husband.

Ginger went with Brad to his very unfinished house, while Stacy and Megan came with me to our big bed. We were mostly naked anyway from our before-dinner swims, so it didn't take much for us to shed the last of our clothes.

Seconds later, I was the happy recipient of a double blowjob from two really hot young women. The pair took turns deep throating me until I warned that I couldn't stand another round of their swapping me that way without exploding. After hearing that they let me start to eat the two of them as they shared kisses, hugs, and petting with each other.

Stacy started her twinges that led to larger reactions as I ate her. Soon, she was having major earthquake-rated orgasms that left her quivering and pulsing around my tongue and fingers. Her noises of pleasure were still amazing to us.

Megan gestured so she and I changed places. I moved up to kiss and romance Stacy as Megan munched on Stacy's slit and fingered her pussy. Stacy was already primed and kept right on squirting and shuddering with sexual climaxes. Megan looked up at me after a particularly large one. She was grinning with a sense of real satisfaction. This was just one more way that Stacy was endearing to all of us.

I made love to the two of them, and then watched as they cleaned my cum from each other's pussy. I added my own mouth in the cleaning of Megan because I wanted her to have a few more orgasms. I worried that she might feel inadequate given how many Stacy had visibly had.

Stacy sucked on me some more, got me hard, and urged me to make love to Megan again, so I did. By the time we stopped, Megan was near a basket case. She let us clean her up slightly, but then just got up and headed through the two breaks in the hedges and went home.

Ginger arrived a few minutes later. She was chuckling. Brad had been in the saddle with his cock still in her when Megan arrived home. Megan just crawled into bed beside the copulating pair, and zonked out. She told us that Brad took one look at his girlfriend's sodden pussy, which had started to ooze my cum again, and then blasted a huge load into Ginger.

Ginger said, "I sucked his cock clean, rolled him over against Megan, and covered the two of them with a sheet. I bet neither of them move until morning."

Stacy said, "They're not use to this. I want to get use to this. I love all the sex and the various lovers. This is like heaven on earth."

We cuddled together and went to sleep.

* * * * *

Wednesday morning, Ginger left the house very early to fly up to White Plains to kick off the next phase of her client work with them. Stacy and I barely moved in bed as she left, but we each got a kiss. It was five a.m. I knew Ginger would finish her night's sleep on the plane north.

Stacy and I worked all day, and I did make sure she put in time on Ginger's work since Ginger was expecting some computer files to be emailed to her that evening. Amazingly, we didn't do any hanky-panky other than a few kisses over our lunch.

I saw Megan welcoming a furniture delivery truck, and then a bedroom set and living room end and coffee tables being unwrapped and carried inside her house. After the delivery I saw Megan speed away in her mini-SUV to do more shopping. She'd volunteered to do the dinner that evening.

Megan returned with a pile of throw cushions and about a dozen cans of paint, rollers, and everything needed to paint several rooms. Come dinnertime, she served us up some chicken white chili with a huge side salad for us to share. We ate at Doug's house since Brad and Megan didn't have a dining table inside or out just yet.

After dinner and cleanup, Jo and Megan came with me back to my bedroom, Stacy went to Doug, and Beth went to Brad. Jo, Megan, and I took about a hundred pictures in anticipation of teasing Ginger and Blake.

About nine-thirty we send the first salvo of pictures. They started with the two pussies next to each other, one atop the other right by my head with my tongue lapping one and my hand obviously fingering the other. There were then two pictures taken missionary style with my cock in one pussy or the other.

The reply consisted of Ginger's face with Blake's gorgeous cock resting on her tongue. There were a couple of different views of that, and then a picture that duplicated one of ours with a cock inside her pussy missionary style.

The next picture took some work to position ourselves opposite the large mirror in our bedroom. I was on my back on the bed with Jo riding my cock as Megan sat on my mouth. Jo took the picture by aiming at the mirror so that she caught all of the action.

We went ahead and fucked and played for a while and then my phone chimed with the arrival of another picture or two from White Plains. We waited to look until after I'd cum in Megan.

We were all looking at the screen as I opened the text message. We all went 'Holy shit!' at once.

Ginger was lying on her back with a cock solidly inside her pussy. From the blush on her body, I guessed they'd been fucking for a while. The 'Holy shit' part was that she was sucking on another good-sized cock, trying to ingest the whole shaft with some obvious difficulty.

I blurted out, "Two cocks. Holy shit. What's she doing?" A smile crossed my lips.

Jo and Megan laughed, "I'd say she found another friend and is getting royally fucked."

I texted back, 'Two?'

A minute later I got another picture, this time into the hotel mirror beside the bed. She was in the middle of an M-F-M sandwich with a cock in her pussy and another in her ass. I recognized one of the men as Blake, but not the other man.

A second text arrived five minutes later, 'Blake brought a friend with my permission. Hope you're not mad at your slutty wife. This has been fun and I might have had more orgasms than Stacy did tonight. I love you. Gin.'

I texted back a bunch of emoji hearts to signal that I loved her, and left it at that. Friday night would be a revelatory evening. I wondered who the second man was and whether he'd be there again the next night.

I finished making Jo and Megan as happy as I could make them, and then they went home about eleven-thirty. Stacy reappeared looking a little washed out. As she appeared at the bedroom door, she said, "I need you to make love to me, please."

I asked, "Is everything all right?"

"Oh, it's fine. I just want to be sure that you and I connect in a serious way before I go to sleep. I love you and I never want you to forget that. If it wasn't for Ginger, who I also love dearly, I'd be making a real play for your lifetime affections and relationship."

We did connect and had a loving time of it, although it took me forty minutes before I finished reclaiming her. She had three-dozen orgasms in that time, or at least it seemed that way.

The next morning, Stacy and I were humming away by eight-thirty, and we'd had breakfast and coffee. Stacy was doing a couple of tasks for Ginger, so I waited until afternoon to update our storyboard she was working on.

At lunch, I asked whether she'd heard about what Ginger was up to. She hadn't.

I took my iPad and called up the picture of Ginger being fucked by some other man, and sucking on Blake. In the larger picture I could see she was already leaking cum from her pussy, so I guessed that Blake had already had her and his friend was taking a turn.

Stacy looked surprised. "You didn't know about this until it arrived?"

I shook my head. "Nope. We have often teased each other with sexy pictures of our nighttime partners. I used pictures with you and Tara if you recall." She nodded. "I knew about Blake, as do you, I just didn't know about another man."

"Are you mad at her?" Stacy asked tentatively.

"Oh, no. Just damn curious." I chuckled. "I'm happy for her."

Later, I texted Ginger, 'Got anything you want to share?' I added a smiley emoji so she would know I wasn't angry with her. This was part and parcel of my expectations about her once we formed our open marriage.

I'd specifically painted a couple of scenarios for Ginger about meeting an interesting man during her business travels and taking him to her bed. What I hadn't foreseen was that she'd take TWO of them to her bed simultaneously. That said, the way we'd been engaging with our neighbors and her dramatically increased horniness all the time should have been a tipoff that she'd welcome something like that.

The reply came an hour later, not unusual since it was the middle of the business day and she was working with clients. 'His name is Luke Penner. Nice man. On task force with Blake et. al. Might bring him home with me + Blake. More tonight. Hope you're OK with me. Tell me if you're not. I love you. Gin.'

'I'm fine. Stay safe. I love you. Look forward to tonight's productions. [Heart] Steve and Stacy.'


I told Stacy that we might have more company over the weekend, but that it was a little iffy. She asked who, so I explained what little I knew from Ginger's text.

Stacy went off and came back a little later. She had printed off a headshot of Luke Penner, his address, work history, and a bunch of other information about the man. I scanned all the pages. He looked like an up and coming young man in his mid-thirties, had good PR and a lot of friends, many of them female. Stacy explained what a treasure trove Facebook could be sometimes. She'd also tapped into a couple of other databases and gotten his credit score; she used to do the same stuff for Tara and took advantage of being able to log-on to some of the pay for personal data sites. I laughed at the illusion of privacy that we're all worried about.

Brad had to work late, so around dinnertime Megan came over and joined us. We went out for beer and pizza.

Megan stayed with us again once we got back. There were some very risqué pictures taken after all of us were naked. Megan chose the raunchiest of the lot and texted it to Ginger with hearts and flowers emojis and the words 'Thinking of you'. As an after-thought she also send the photo to Brad while we was working late. She gave us a diabolical grin about how she was teasing him.

Around ten-thirty, Brad sauntered into our bedroom. I was balls deep in his girlfriend as Stacy got licked and sucked on as she rode Megan's tongue. Brad got naked, and soon had impaled Stacy right next to us. Stacy was already primed up for her orgasmic responses to his cock, so she became some vocal and visual entertainment for Megan and me.

Brad looked at Megan and said, "Nice picture you sent. I liked that. You may sext me stuff like that anytime you want."

After we were all partially sated, my phone made the sounds that signal I have a text. The message was to download a video Ginger had left for me in an app called Dropbox. I guessed that this was a very large file for her to not just attach it to a text or email. I was right.

I watched about five seconds of the downloaded video, and chuckled. I turned on the bedroom television and synched my phone to the attached AppleTV. I restarted the video and the pornographic video starring my wife commenced.

Ginger was blowing Luke, and even deep throating the handsome younger man. He seemed fascinated with her breasts and as she blew him, he was bent over so he could fondle and pinch key parts of them. Given the camera work, I figured the Blake was using the camera.

There was a shift and we watched Luke eating out Ginger, with some shots right next to where his mouth and tongue were being very active. We could hear Ginger moaning and cumming on the soundtrack.

After Ginger had had a particularly powerful orgasm, Luke maneuvered Ginger to the edge of the hotel bed and rubbed his hard cock up and down her slit. Suddenly, in one smooth move, he sank his cock into her pussy until there was nothing left to sink. Ginger came again.

Next to me on the bed I heard Stacy moan as she had an orgasm. Brad had penetrated her again. He explained, "Watching Ginger makes me feel the need to fuck her in absentia. I'm sorry Stacy, but right at the moment I'm watching the TV and feeling my balls boiling with lust."

Stacy giggled and said, "Me, too. Just keep fucking me as we watch Ginger."

Ginger's video went on and on, with a couple of changes in position. At one point, Luke withdrew and the camera changed hands. Blake moved to Ginger and penetrated her and became her source of pleasure.

After another ten minutes of some very detailed fuck pictures, the scene shifted. Ginger was kneeling between the two men and they were both beating their meat next to her face. Luke and then Blake came, pasting her face, neck, and breasts with a boatload of white ejaculatory semen. Ginger smiled at the camera, blew a kiss, and gave a little wave, and then the video ended.

All together the large file had taken nearly a half-hour to play. Brad had cum again inside Stacy, and I'd filled Megan's hot pocket with a load as well. Further, we were all still horny and in need of sexual relief.

I texted Ginger, 'Great video. Jillian would be proud of you – did you send her a copy? Can I? Watched it with Brad in Stacy, and me in Megan. We're all still horny. Oh, what you do to me. Love. Steve.'

The reply came a few seconds later; a set of lips in a kiss. Even that made me horny. I sent Jillian the video to her Dropbox account.

Chapter 13 – Wife Brings Both Boyfriends Home

Ginger arrived home Friday just as Stacy and I were heading out for the cocktail hour on Doug's patio with all of our neighbors. She had Luke Penner and Blake Hogan in tow, each of them with duffle bags and Blake also toting Ginger's roll-on. She looked to be in control of the two men and after dropping their bags in the living room followed us next door.

Ginger did come and give me a knock-your-socks-off kiss and groin grind. She whispered that she needed me to give her some reclamation sex in the near future. I assured her of that possibility.

Introductions were made between the two new men and our neighbors, and soon everyone had their drink of choice as we sat around and each of us talked about our week. After a few minutes Blake and Luke fit into the group as though they'd been with us as long as anyone.

Meeting the two men could have been awkward for me since they'd been fucking my wife most nights that week. I assured them up front that I was fine with all that had transpired and that we loved our new lifestyle and our new friends. Even I thought the two men were exceptionally hunky and sexy, almost off the cover of some two-bit gothic novel. Look up tall, dark, and handsome in the dictionary and their pictures are there.

I chuckled too because Stacy sought out Luke and sat closely beside him on one of the patio sofas – right beside him so that she could even run her hand nearest him up and down the inner thigh of his jeans. The rising lump attested that Luke was very aware of what she was doing. Stacy gave me a wink; she knew just what she was doing.

Doug told us about how a couple of sophomores at the university had been busted by the campus cops for fucking on the fifty-yard line the previous midnight at the football stadium. Apparently, it was part of a bet and they'd also brought twenty of their closest friends with them as they performed at mid-field. No charges or suspensions were made, but many had a good laugh when the headlights of the campus squad car lit up the couple for that 'deer in the headlight' look. Their friends all cheered apparently.

I looked to Blake and suggested he tell us about the run-in he and Ginger had with the Westchester County police department. We all knew of the encounter but not the details from his point of view. Luke hadn't heard the story at all and looked interested.

Blake tried to skirt the details by telling the whole encounter in two sentences. Jo wouldn't let him get away with that and made him start all over again. She told him, "I want to know about the foreplay, the thoughts you both had as you headed off to fuck, and then stroke-by-stroke what was happening."

Blake rolled his eyes and told his side of things. "We'd gone to this free concert after dinner. I didn't know the band, but in any case they had several hundred people there. Right behind us was a big long beach that wasn't all that well lit, and that faded off into darkness off to our right.
"Ginger and I had been making out as we listened to the music and I'd been spooned up against her as we listened and watched the stage. She kept grinding her ass into my hard-on. I whispered in her ear that I had to have her right then. I asked her whether she'd ever been fucked standing up at a rock concert.

"She said, no, and instead or risking that she led me down the beach towards the unlit dark area. There was some light, enough that we saw another couple fucking. We went a little way past them, and lay down in the sand. I had a sweatshirt I spread out to keep the sand out of our activities. In about two seconds Ginger had pulled her top down and her skirt up. I ditched my jeans, and sank into her.

"We got up a good rhythm. For ten minutes, we fucked and even matched what we could see the other couple was doing not too far from us. They could see us, too, I guess. Shit, we were both right on the edge and I was humping into her missionary style like gangbusters, and she had he legs wrapped around me. I think Ginger had already had one orgasm, and then we crested again, this time I went over the top. I was spraying her insides with cum when suddenly we were lit up by the headlights of some kind of electric beach buggy we hadn't heard creep up on us. I finished and tried to delicately withdraw from her pussy yet not go on full-frontal display to the lights. I finally got my jeans on, and Ginger got her skirt down and the top of the dress pulled back over her shoulders.

"The whole facility and beach belonged to the county. The two guys in the beach buggy were county cops. There were laughing. Anyway, they busted Ginger and me, and the other couple who also got lit up in their headlights at the same time we did. Our names now are 'on file' but no charges were made. We got scolded and told to go get a room. We went back to Ginger's hotel room and did it again without interruptions. I don't know what the other couple did."

Jo and the rest of us applauded Blake's recounting. He was blushing. He said, "I've never been caught like that. One of my kinky things is to fuck in public places like that. I started in high school with my steady girl and she got into it as well. Ginger and I once did it on the hood of her rental car in her motel parking lot right under the windows of a hundred or more rooms. If anybody saw us we didn't know, but we were there fucking for a while."

Ginger added, "He's given me a new kink, too. I really get off on the public sex. Any time any of you want to join me, just let me know. I noted that Brad and Doug both looked interested. Luke was shaking his head.

We put a call in for a takeout dinner from the Oriental Jade restaurant. Doug had the menu, which made ordering much easier than trying to remember what Asian food one liked. An hour later a cute and sexy Asian girl named Yuan delivered our dinners. We gave her a large tip that made her light up with joy.

We ate outside and continued our conversation and banter. Part of the discussion consisted of where we could go and have 'public sex'. I suggested in the parking lot at Cheetahs bar – a well-known strip club in the area. A few of the others worried that some unwanted guys might try to horn in on the occasion, and I suspect they were right. I'd read the week before about some guy getting shot in their parking lot.

The mall parking lot to have sex was too great a risk unless you were in a car, and even then there was a lot of foot traffic. There were a few restaurants that we thought were targets, and then we started to get some ideas: pull into a closed used car lot, and fuck on the hood of the car back one aisle from the main drag. We ruled out the parking lot next to the police station where the cops parked their private vehicles. We kept on the list the driveway in front of any of our houses, Coquina Beach including on one of the lifeguard stands, on one of the county buses when they were on one of their long routes, in one of the restrooms at one of our less favorite restaurants, in one of the aisles at the public library, at the end of the town fishing pier, on the merry-go-round at the amusement park, in a boat about a half-mile offshore, inside a home for sale on the day they hold an open house, and inside the university chapel.

Stacy was laughing and writing all the ideas down. Suddenly, I knew we had a few busy weeks ahead of us with possible encounters with the police in the offing. Ginger continued to laugh; she was the instigator for all of this. She had sure loosened up since we opened our marriage, and I was glad of it. We seemed to be having a lot more fun than we did before.

After our dinner, there became a time for some pairings of men and women for our first round of sex. Blake had been through it a couple of times, so seemed relaxed. Brad came forward and kissed Ginger, even offering to take her off for some 'public sex', but she was noncommittal.

Stacy indicated that she wanted Luke to romance her for a while. He looked like the cat that had swallowed the proverbial canary. He looked at Ginger and me to make sure he wasn't creating some giant faux pas, but we both waved them away. Doug found Megan in his lap, Beth propositioned Blake, and Jo and I started to make out as soon as we got near each other. We were all on the patio next to each other as clothes got tossed aside and sexual activities started.

It didn't take long before I heard Stacy's moans and orgasmic whimpers as she started to cum and cum. I could only guess what Luke was thinking not only of her, but also his own spectacular prowess with the gorgeous girl. All around him, too, were his new friends fucking up a storm.

* * * * *

I lay in my own bed with Ginger in my arms. We reconnected on the third round after Brad and Luke had their turns with my wife. She had remained horny and orgasmic based on their treatment, so I got all that beneficial foreplay.

I teased, "So, how many other men might you pickup at this engagement in White Plains?"

Ginger ground her pelvis into me, driving me deep inside. "God, I felt like such a slut when Blake proposed that his friend join us. I liked Luke, and he was smart and a good participant on the project task force. I'd never thought of him that way before, so I told Blake I'd think about it. I went and worked side by side with Luke, and even flirted with him a little. He responded, but wasn't taking anything for granted. He did not know what I was contemplating.

"I went back to Blake about an hour or two later and just said, "OK. The two of you tonight – romantic dinner and then you both fuck my brains out. I have high expectations." He about dropped his eyeteeth. After that I watched as he went over and had a long talk with Luke.

"Luke kept looking at me, studying me, and I think he was wondering whether Blake was yanking his chain. I strolled by at one point and whispered, 'I hope you have staying power. I like loooooong, hard, fucks.' I bet I could have knocked him over with a feather. He was frozen in position but never took his eyes off of me the rest of our meeting."

We were quiet for a bit as we moved against each other. Ginger finally said, "God, I love you. There are no other candidates for sex in White Plains but these two guys. I even asked Blake that question, as in 'How many other guys are you planning to bring into our love life?' He promised it would just be his buddy Luke. I told him I'd cut his balls off if he was lying to me." She giggled.

I asked, "Who's Blake sleeping with?"

"Beth. Stacy claimed Luke again. Brad has Jo. Doug has Megan."

"It's nice when the sexes balance out. Maybe we could lure Ethan and Ellie home, or Jillian and any guy she likes."

While I was still inside my wife, Ginger reached over to the bedside table and got her iPhone. In seconds she'd found a picture she'd taken only an hour or two earlier of Luke and Stacy doing a very revealing reverse cowgirl pose for everyone. They were also in the middle of a twisted hot kiss. Ginger's text said, 'You and Ellie should come home. You're each missing something. There's more, too. Start driving. Love, Mom.'

Ethan and Ellie arrived at noon on Saturday. They got properly greeted and introduced to everybody. Stacy was already primed to have a quick fuck with Ethan. She kind of laughed when we suggested it, but got in the spirit of newness and novelty, and some outrageous behavior, so she lured him into her bedroom right after lunch.

Her big kink that led her to embrace Ethan was fucking father and son. She told Ethan, "If your father can fuck my mother and me, then I can fuck you and your father." The logic of that escaped me, but I was fine with the combination, as was Ethan.

For her part, Ellie made herself available to Luke and Blake. She flirted incessantly with the two of them, and finally suggested that they both take care of her. She heard over lunch from Ginger about how hot the M-M-F was with them when the two men had done her up royally in her motel room in White Plains. Ellie led the two men by their hard cocks to our bedroom. She'd already proved to them she had extraordinary blowjob skills.

Later that afternoon, Ellie coerced me – without much effort – into being her lover of the hour. We went off and I ate her pussy until she'd had a few orgasms and then we had a long session of making love. She even told me that explicitly. I didn't detect dependence or that she was tossing Ethan aside, so I didn't worry.

When we were cuddled in our afterglow, Ellie said, "I've become quite a slut. I show up here, and within three hours of being here I've fucked three different men. Ethan will want me, too, knowing that I was with you and the other men.

I asked, "Does the promiscuous sex bother you?"

Ellie kissed me hard. "I hope you won't think less of me, but no. In fact, I want more of it. Besides Ethan, I have another fuck buddy on campus. After what Blake and Luke did to me I'm thinking of getting the two of them together to do me. There are a couple of other guys I'm interested in, too, and one of them is my psych professor."

I laughed, "Co-ed seduces college prof. I think that meme goes on around every college campus. It's very risky for the prof, and not so much for the girl. I do recommend you get him off campus, and certainly not in his office."

Ellie said, "Does the slutty behavior of the women here bother you?"

"Not a bit. We all love each other to varying degrees.

"Your wife?"

"Ginger and I love what we're doing. She keeps surprising me, stretching our boundaries, and yet there's still a huge amount of mutual respect." I paused and said, "You sound as if you're having second thoughts about this lifestyle." I didn't quite pose the sentence as a question, but it still hung out there.

Ellie recoiled, "OH, NO. I love this. I guess if I have second thoughts it's about the long-term. I mean I grew up with the standard load of drivel about how a young woman should end up: happy, married, two-point-one children, little home in the suburbs, dog, cat, gerbil, PTA membership, sex on Saturday night with husband, and so on.

"Instead, I have a boyfriend that's smart as a whip and two years younger, I have a friend-with-benefits on campus, and then a whole bunch of other people I love to fuck in and around my boyfriend's home, I have a hard time getting through a day without getting fucked several times, I love to give blowjobs, I don't care where I live so long as there's a big bed in it where I can get fucked. I kind of like being an exhibitionist and voyeur, I could care less about the kids, gerbil, and all, and ... well, you get the picture."

I chuckled, "Megan told me about cognitive dissonance reduction a few days ago." I repeated our discussion to Ellie and she was most attentive.

"So, if I just accept the current situation and maybe even expand on it a bit, I'll be a much happier camper?"

I laughed, "Sounds like it."

"Come fuck me again."

"You talked me into it, you silver tongued devil."

* * * * *

I was back in Houston by late morning on Monday. Cindy had a sedan pick me up curbside at the airport and whisked me right to the main building where Tara's office was. I had set up shop in the conference room when Tara burst into the room and gave me a huge hug, flattening her barely clad breasts against my business suit.

Tara said, "I'm so glad you're back. We've all missed you."

"I'm glad to be here and to see you."

Tara grinned lecherously, "I got some great reports from Stacy about her new situation as your associate and live-in lover. I don't think I've ever known her to be happier, and she's always been a very 'up' person."

I nodded, "We aim to please. Ginger and I are looking out for her, and we do have her best interests in mind all the time."

Tara hugged me and whispered, "She loves all the strange cock you're feeding her. She's thriving. Plus she told me she got to fuck your son Ethan several times over the weekend. She had a little rationale for that, which was cute."

I held up a finger, If you can fuck mother and daughter, then I can fuck father and son."

"That's it, only you haven't been here to fuck me near enough. My hot middle age pussy is aching for some of your cock."

I shrugged and gestured, "Lock the conference room door."

Tara actually thought about that for a few seconds before shaking her head. She laughed, "Don't tempt me. We have all sorts of delights for you tonight. You'd better eat oyster stew for lunch." She exited the room after another kiss, this one with tongue.

I called up a guy named Cork McCann, the information systems vice president for the division. He was expecting the call, and soon joined me to work through the systems and technology part of the division strategic plan that we were now assembling. He was practical and also had a good sense of humor. He referred to himself as a 'nerd commando'. He had as good a command about what was going on and should be going on in Tara's division as she did. For a techie, he had a better grasp of the operations than many of the other executives.

Cindy brought us in box lunches, made eyes at me, and then disappeared. We worked for a while in silence on a couple of tasks and then Cork said, "She really likes you. I could tell, you lucky bastard."

I shrugged, "What do you mean?"

"Cindy. She gave you her 'I can't wait to get you into my bed' look, just before she left the room."

I tried not to betray her, "I guess I didn't notice."

Cork laughed. "You not only noticed, you even got a hard-on for her. I'm observant. Besides, Cindy and I are an item. I guess you could say on and off."

I jested, "On her, off her, on her, off her?"

Cork grinned, "You could say that. I know about Tara, Stacy, Cindy, and you having a mini-orgy at Tara's a couple of weeks ago. Cindy tells me everything. She's actually my fiancée."

I mumbled, "Oh, shit." I started framing my apology. Cindy had given no indication she was in a committed relationship.

Cork laughed, "Don't be embarrassed or worried. I'm now having fun watching you squirm; only it's not necessary. Cindy and I have had an open relationship for two years, and we plan on keeping it that way after we get married. We've even done some threesomes with a friend of mine."

"Does Tara know?"

Cork shook his head. "I don't think so. Cindy hasn't told her. To tell the truth the two of us were hoping that maybe you could say something that would get me involved in some way. I like Tara, and I think she'd be fun in the sack just the way you've been enjoying her. We want to preserve everybody's reputations and respect, but it'd be nice if the boss knew our situation and even broadened out a little, if she was willing. I think I'm one of her favorite people on the team, but maybe I'm misinterpreting the messages I'm getting. Further, I'm pretty sure Cindy is going to spend tonight with you, and that's fine with me."

I gulped. "That's a lot to digest. Let me think about how to phrase this with Tara. Does Cindy know you were going to talk to me?"

Cork nodded, "She does. We're hopeful. She'd like a sexual relationship with her boss just the way Stacy had. By the way, EVERYBODY knew that Stacy was Tara's daughter. That was no secret, but we all let them think they were successful in keeping it undercover."

I chuckled, "What do they say in Hollywood; the best kept secret in Hollywood is that there are no secrets in Hollywood."

Cork went on, "If you haven't figured it out by now, everybody really likes Tara. She's tough but fair, and helpful but doesn't get so involved that she does your job for you. We want to keep her happy and here running our division. We have the lowest attrition in the entire company, and she's the reason."

"I'll keep that in mind."

We went back to work only I now had more to think about.

At the end of the afternoon, Cindy came and collected me from the conference room. I folded up my laptop into my briefcase, and we headed out to her car. As expected, she drove me to Tara's condo at the golf club. I commented to her that I'd had a frank and productive talk with Cork.

Cindy laughed, "We hope you can change the dynamic about the two of us and Tara. We've talked about it a lot and decided you were our best chance."

I commented, "Well, Tara knows that you like to play in bed."

Cindy nodded, "I think she's skittish about going further than we did when you were here last and Stacy was with us. We don't know whether that's some fear about our loyalty and her reputation, or what, but we want to be very intimate with her ... and we mean for the long-term."

Once we got to Tara's condo, Cindy and I both changed into casual clothes and waited for Tara. She arrived just before six o'clock and had Nancy Merrill, one of her marketing directors, with her.

Tara explained in an official sounding voice, "You'll be spending the day with Nancy tomorrow working on that part of our strategic plan. I thought she should join us tonight for dinner and such so you get to know each other and get past the 'who are you?' stage of your introduction."

Tara and Cindy served us up some wine and hors d'oeuvres that were all ready to serve in Tara's refrigerator. I figured that Tara had someone from the golf club prepare them and put them in her condo.

Nancy was a very nice brunette about my age with an angular face and a trim body. I guessed that she was a fashion fan because she had a flair for the dramatic. Every time I'd seen her, she attracted more than my passing attention because of how she dressed: colorful, with élan, her makeup, and her hair style that might include sweeping her hair back in some unusual way. Nancy was unusual in many ways.

Nancy had been an enthusiastic participant in the interviews and workshops we'd just conducted. She seemed to be loving life and living it with zest and verve. I also had her pegged as an intellectual and figured her tastes were much more highbrow and sophisticated than my own.

We chatted about the golf club, my travels around the country and the world, and then what we did for fun. I commented about our art shows, boat trips, golf, neighborhood parties, and such at my home in Florida. Nancy commented that she was learning to fly and she'd also done about twenty jumps in the past year as part of her burgeoning sky diving hobby. Other than that she was into tennis and golf.

Cindy and Cork, her fiancée, were setting up home together in a new condo in the Millwood Pines development in North Houston. She commented that her golf hobby had given way to interior painting and lots of DIY projects on the weekend as they prepared their new purchase as a residence. I saw Tera make note for the first time that Cork was Cindy's fiancé.

Tara led the three of us to the club and we ate in the casual part of the club's dining room, despite the fact that Nancy could have gone to a black tie affair the way she was dressed. No one would have been sure whether what she wore was very chic and upscale, or casual and downscale.
After dinner, Tara suggested liqueurs back at her condo, so we all strolled back there. As we walked, I reached out and held Nancy's hand. She'd been flirty with me over dinner, and also sent many invitational signals a few weeks earlier. In front of us, Tara had Cindy take her arm, so they were walking close together and very close, the way I tend to see women do from time to time.

Nancy gave me a warm smile but was silent. I wondered what else Tara had up her sleeve for the rest of the evening. I knew from our earlier interaction that she wanted some time with me, and I knew that Cindy did, too. Beyond that I was at a loss for how things would be organized.

At her condo Tara rolled a modern cart from some hidden compartment in her dining room into the living room and suggested that I serve some liqueurs.

* * * * *

Two things I'd learned in my years of working was to assess situations and to take risks.

As I moved to Tara's liqueur cart I studied each of the women. I felt sure about Tara and Cindy, but was unsure about how far Nancy wanted to go. Some of her signals were confusing and countered others.

I set out four glasses and took orders. Tara said, "I'll go first. I'd like a Grand Marnier."

I poured a demitasse of the rich, orange flavored cognac into a glass and took it to where Tara stood. She whispered, "You drink some and then French kiss me with that in your mouth."

Now, that sounded sexy. I took a sip and then French kissed Tara. As my tongue slipped into her mouth I squirted the liqueur into her mouth. She about dissolved in an orgasm right in my arms.

Tara panted as we separated, "That's the way to drink liqueurs. Spectacular." She accepted the glass as I passed it to her.

Cindy looked very interested; "I prefer the Bénédictine and Brandy. I duplicated the delivery technique, leaving Cindy weak in the knees after our French kiss ended. She accepted the glass and sat. She said, "It's all I can do to keep my clothes on in your presence."

I teased, "Don't feel compelled to do so on my behalf." We all laughed.

Nancy studied me and said, "I'd prefer the Cognac."

I poured a small glass for her, but sipped a teaspoon or so of the liqueur and then moved to her. She tilted her head slightly and met me for her French kiss. The kiss was electric and when I injected the liqueur into her mouth she moaned and held onto me for support. I had the distinct impression that Nancy had an orgasm. Her response made me think of Stacy and how easily she climaxed.

I pulled Tara into me as I continued to hold Nancy. Tara and I kissed, and then I did Nancy. Tara raised her hands and held Nancy's face and looked into her eyes. Nancy nodded, and they kissed. I swear the temperature in the room spiked to something akin to the temperature on the surface of the sun they looked so hot.

Cindy spoke, "I think we'd be more comfortable without so many clothes on." She was already unbuttoning the casual top she wore.

Tara turned to me and took hold of the shoulders of the golf shirt I was wearing. In a flash she'd pulled it up and off of me. I was very cooperative. I returned the favor, helping Tara dispose of her colorful scoop neck top, leaving her in a lacy brassiere.

I turned to Nancy and she gave me an enigmatic smile and held her arms up. I took hold of the black and red top she wore, and helped her dispose of the garment, carefully laying it across a chair.

We glanced at Cindy, and she was down to a thong and looking most enthusiastic about the arc of the evening. She came and kissed me. Tara disposed of the shorts she'd been wearing, and then helped remove Nancy's calf-length red and black pleated skirt. Nancy was left in a black bra and panty set that looked sexy as fuck on her.

To my surprise, Nancy unbuckled and unzipped my Bermuda shorts, and helped me lose them. She immediately pulled my briefs down my legs, leaving me naked. Watching the revealing of so much female flesh and also sensing what would happen, I was hard. I bobbed up like a fishing float on a stormy day right in front of her.

Nancy had bent to help removed my clothing, but she then knelt in place and took hold of my shaft. The head went into her mouth and she hummed around me in satisfaction. I leaned over her and undid her bra. While there I stroked her breasts, and gently rubbed and lightly pinched her left breast and nipple until it was a white-hot nubbin of aroused flesh. My action seemed to make Nancy take more of me and to tongue me faster.

Tara and Cindy were nude and engaged in some epic kisses only a few feet from me. The two of them migrated to one of Tara's long sofas. I lifted Nancy up to kiss her again, and then we took the opposite sofa.

I whispered my desire to Nancy and she whispered hers back to me. There was virtually no foreplay. I sat and Nancy immediately impaled herself on my shaft while simultaneously trying to drive her tongue into my mouth as deep as she could. She was in heat, but then so was I. I met her down thrusts with my up thrusts into her body. At one point without breaking the rhythm I became acutely aware that she was studying where my cock penetrated her body and moved in and out. I think she found the activity one of the most fascinating things she'd ever seen or experienced.

I used two fingers to stimulate Nancy's clit and surrounding area. She blasted into an orgasm after about five minutes of that arousal. I didn't stop and neither did she, having some kind of pleasure event every few minutes. When I did pause, because I was on the edge, Nancy humped and tried to get me to speed up again. I explained that I didn't want to cum right away, but she wanted me to cum inside her multiple times that night. I fanned her clit with my fingers and as she started another orgasm I pumped several times and came. Nancy moaned as we kissed. Her hands were all over my body. She wanted to devour me.

When we looked to our hostess and her aide, they were on the floor in a sixty-nine with their tongues wildly lapping and sucking on the pussy in front of them, as they awkwardly applied fingers and hands to the mutual activity.

Nancy and I watched but remained coupled. Nancy's body would pulse and grind against me every few seconds. Tara's lust for Cindy was palpable. I had the humorous thought that Cindy might have lusty bites taken from her pussy as she offered herself to her boss. I realized, too, that the reference to jobs titles and even the fact that we all worked together in some capacity was a verboten subject, never to be raised in a setting like this.

Nancy whispered to me, "They're building up to an explosion. Watch!"

We did watch, and a few minutes later Cindy and Tara each started to shake and spasm. The sounds from the pair were unmistakable. They were each orgasming, and neither in a small way. Tara was the one that screamed, "OH, FUCK, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!" Cindy made a loud squealing sound as the pleasure peak hit her psyche.

Cindy and Tara stopped all motion. Both their heads were thrown back and their eyes were closed. Except for the obvious sexual position, one might think they'd fallen asleep. Instead they were savoring the afterglow of their sapphic interaction.

Nancy looked very interested in the two women. I asked her in a whisper, "Which one appeals to you?"

She smiled at me, "Both of them."

I told her softly, "Pick one. I need to make love to the other one.

Chapter 14 – Thanksgiving Sex With Guests

The first 'selfie' we sent to Ginger from Houston, was a carefully crafted picture of my head cushioned against Tara's thigh so that her pussy was visible and showing the leaking semen from her vagina. Right beside her on my left was Nancy's similarly leaking cunt, while on my right Cindy's sweet slit also oozed some white jizz. I had an angelic look on my face.

Immediately after the successful selfie I deemed to clean each of the available pussies, as the women kissed and hugged each other.

Ginger's response came a few minutes later, just as I finished eating out Cindy's sweet tasting pussy and bringing her to an orgasm. Her photograph was also a selfie with two cocks in her mouth resting against her cum-covered tongue. The corners of her mouth were turned up and her eyes were sparkling with mischief. She was with Blake and Luke, and they'd also been enjoying a sexual evening together.

The four of us went out on Tara's balcony without bothering about clothing. It was dark out and with the outside lights off we were reasonably unnoticeable to all but the most studious observer.

I adopted an apologetic stance, "I'm sorry I could only offer each of you one round for the time being. I may be up for another one or two sessions, but three more is beyond me. I do, however, know of an individual that I am certain could be as entertaining, as charismatic, as caring, as loving, and as circumspect as I am, if any of you are interested."

Tara looked very interested. I thought she might, because I had her pegged as the horniest MILF I'd ever met except for my own wife. She said, "Who would that be?"

I replied, "Cork McCann." I put the name out there and shut up.

Cindy knew why I'd suggested her fiancé. Tara and Nancy both knew Cork professionally; he was part of the management team."

A long silence ensued. I sipped my liqueur and waited to see who spoke first. I caught Cindy's eye and shook my head so she'd keep quiet. The job didn't need to be sold further.

Tara finally asked, "How do you know this?"

I said with care, "We met today and a few confidences were exchanged. He is Cindy's fiancé, as you know."

Nancy didn't know that and spoke up. "And this would be all right with you, Cindy?"

With those words, I knew Nancy was on board with the idea.

Cindy nodded, "Absolutely. Our mouths are sealed about any of this." She giggled, "What happens at the golf club, stays at the golf club ... or anywhere else for that matter."

Nancy said, "I like Cork. He's fun. I can see why you're attracted to him. I have always been. I vote 'Yes'."

Tara looked at me and I nodded. She turned to Cindy and said, "Call him. See whether he'd like a late night tonight. Tell him we have three horny women here and one worn out consultant." She laughed at her slight at me; I also chuckled. This was working better than I thought it would.

Cindy picked up her phone and her thumbs flew over the small screen as she typed. She eventually chuckled.

Tara said, "What did he say?"

Cindy laughed, "I sent him the same picture of the four of us that we sent to Steve's wife. I added that if he wanted any of that pussy he'd better get over here pronto. He is already on his way." She giggled and turned to Nancy and Tara, "You two decide who gets him. I'm going to try to resurrect Steve once he gets here."

Nancy said, "Tell me about your open marriage. Tara and Cindy mentioned it when they invited me to be with all of you tonight."

I started, "I guess I could best tell you by explaining how we came to expand our relationship to include others." I told them about the threesome next door: Doug, Jo, and Beth – the triad – and their open marriage, and how they each had one of two 'outside' friends with benefits. I explained about how we'd watched the three of them make love after they'd moved next door, and then how we became exhibitionists for each other.

I went on about how horny Ginger and I had gotten watching them, and how we wanted to join in. Those feelings triggered some novel discussions and decisions to form the same kind of relationship the triad had ... and so we did. I said a few others had joined in, commenting that Stacy had been one of them and now she was living with us.

I conveniently omitted mention of the incest in the family and that Jillian happened to be the hottest porn star on some of the major Internet adult video channels. I didn't want to muddy up the waters with extraneous data.

Cork arrived twenty minutes after the call. He gave me a wink as Tara let him into the apartment. I'd put my briefs back on, and Tara had handed out beach towels to each of the women and they were each wrapped in one of them.

Cindy greeted him with a very passionate kiss. She said in an audible voice, "Steve fucked my lights out a little earlier. I'm hoping he'll do it again before the end of the night."

Tara thrust a full glass of bourbon into his hands. "As I recall you're a Jack Daniels' man."

Cork chuckled, "I am and the liquid courage is very helpful to my nerves. I so want this to happen, and I want everyone to have a good experience with me ... tonight and for the longer term. Please trust that I will never speak of any of this except with you."

Tara kissed him, "Don't over think this. Your fiancée said it well; what happens at the golf club – here, stays at the golf club. Tomorrow, we're all business – at least until six o'clock when we all meet back here again for a fun evening." She grinned and pulled at Cork's golf shirt.

Ten minutes later, I watched the trio on the plush carpet with awe as Nancy rode Cork's cock and he ate Tara's gash as she ground her cunt against his tongue. I knew this would be a successful match.

Cindy provided mystic-like powers and raised the dead. I made love to her again for forty-five minutes before I came deep inside her for a second time. By that time, Cork had filled the two other pussies with loads of happy swimmers.

I put him to shame when I went down on Cindy to cleanup my spend, which was again leaking out of his fiancée. She had another orgasm as the other's watched. As he watched I decided to tease him, so I took a visible glob of the cum in two fingers, and as he watched I deposited it on the diamond engagement ring Cindy wore. Cork's cock soared into another hard-on, and Nancy was immediately on it for a bonus fuck. Later, I made sure he knew I was pushing his buttons something fierce.

Tara pointed at Cork and then her pussy. Unspoken were the words, 'Get to it'. Cork rolled between her legs and began a tentative exploration of the very wet and drippy territory that he'd created. He got more enthused after a few minutes.

* * * * *

The rest of the week, we were a mix of personalities and personas depending on the time of day. From when we woke up until about five or six o'clock in the p.m. when we left the office building we were the consummate professionals. Tara was the senior executive to whom we all genuflected. I was her dutiful consultant doing her bidding and making sure we were on track with our deliverables and that the conclusions and actions we were drawing were reasonable and implementable. Nancy was the accomplished director of marketing and sales operations, usually off running her side of things. Cork kept all the systems and communications running at a fever pitch. And Cindy hustled all over the acreage paving Tara's way and also doing her bidding.

From six o'clock until we dropped in our tracks from total satiation with sex we were the participants in an unscripted orgy. Somehow we ate, drank, and maintained ourselves, but we were each a pawing, feeling, pinching, licking, lapping, sucking, and fucking machine out to please the others as well as ourselves. I think we were successful each night that I was there.

A number of things happened that week. Cork and Cindy fully acknowledged their open relationship. They were no longer dabbling with the possibility; they were deeply involved in group sex with and affection for others. One day I showed the two of them the agreement that Ginger and I had written, and they promised some open and frank discussions with each other about what they wanted. I told them I'd love to see the results if it wasn't too forward of me to ask.

Also, that week, Cork bonded in the unique and passionate way that he wanted with Tara, and as an unexpected surprise with Nancy. Cindy also created the same intimacy with me, Tara, and Nancy, and Cork was fully accepting of those relationships. He even suggested that Cindy come to Florida some weekend to see and participate in the other activities of my family and neighbors.

I did lift a corner of the kimono as to what our life had become. Of course, some of it was known because the games Ginger and I played sending pornographic selfies back and forth to each other. The other fact was that Stacy was fully ensconced in our activities and often talked or communicated to her mother about what was going on. It was through that last link that the three parts of our new lifestyle that I'd thought to not mention got brought to the fore.

Stacy deduced that I'd fucked my daughter. She confirmed that when she found our DVD collection of Jill Janes' videos. She'd been amazingly circumspect about my daughter's part time career in pornography. She'd also met and fucked Ethan, our son – part of the sex mix around our neighborhood, along with his girlfriend Ellie. She'd even watched Ginger and Ethan get it on. Stacy had shared that information with Tara, her mother, in part to assuage any guilt feels they might have about their own incest.

As Cindy opened up about her life and Cork's together, I confessed the same about my family. No one blinked an eye other than to ask a question or two. We were all of the mind that consenting adults can do whatever they want about sex. Everyone in question was well above minority age, and cogent in their decision making.

Friday morning, before I headed out that afternoon, Cindy came into the conference room I was using as my office. She shut the door and came to me. We hugged and kissed.

Cindy said, "I have to tell you how you have changed my life for the better – and Cork, too. We were both struggling how to find a path to some unconventional lifestyle, and we didn't even know what it was we were looking for. All that was up until Monday night when you talked about your lifestyle. We are both ecstatic. Thank you. When we can we want to visit you and see it first hand. In the meanwhile, your descriptions were very helpful to us."

I asked, "Cork wasn't upset when I smeared my cum all over your engagement ring?"

She giggled, "Oh, God, that turned him on something fierce. He probably has cuckold tendencies. He talked about how he watched you fucking me every night. He really got off on it, and I mean in a big way. He became so aroused. Nancy and Tara love him and love having him fuck them. That said, he wants to watch you and me making love more than anything else."

I chuckled, "I know. I've watched my wife with some of her various lovers, and it is a huge turn on, and it also gives your whole gut a huge twist."

Cindy kissed me again, "I worried that Cork might get cold feet about marrying me. I have no doubt now. He's even talking about specific dates and arrangements, and wants to get my mother involved in the planning. When have you EVER heard of a groom doing that?"

I teased in a straight voice, "Maybe he's hot for your mother."

Cindy was quiet for a moment, "Oh, shit, do you really think so?"

I roared with laughter. She'd been had. Maybe.

* * * * *

We had a relatively quiet weekend home. It was just the neighbors and us wandering around between each other's home and beds. We did have a long talk about the upcoming Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's holidays. We talked about joint celebrations, having other family join in, and so on.

I suggested to Stacy that the long Thanksgiving weekend would be an ideal time for

Tara to come and visit us. She was kind of an orphan otherwise, and Stacy was her anchor for the holidays, but she also wanted to be with us. Tara agreed.

I talked to Ethan, and he would be home and try to talk Ellie into spending the weekend with us. He said she wanted to be with us, but had to mollify her parents and grandparents in some way.
Jillian definitely would be home. She mentioned that Tina, her roommate and costar in some of her porn movies, would be with her parents in Knoxville on Thanksgiving Day, but free the rest of the weekend, so hoped to fly in to be with us. I confirmed that we liked that idea.

Megan's mother planned on flying in for Turkey Day from Missouri, but wouldn't stick around since she'd move on to her younger sister's home the next day or so. On that basis, Brad invited his parents to also visit, but hadn't heard from them about their plans, at least up to mid-November.

Beth shared that her parents were unhappy with her living arrangements, and so while in communication they only wished her well for the holidays. Jo's parents were a definite maybe about dropping in. They lived about three hours from Palma Sola on the east coast of the state. Doug's parents were about the same – indefinite and several hours driving time away.

My mother was in Arizona and had no intention of ever leaving except in an urn with her ashes. We talked occasionally and my nearby sister kept her on the straight and narrow. Ginger's parents were in New England and not prone to travel. We promised we'd make a visit in the springtime and that was sufficient to let us off the hook with them.

One great surprise was that Ginger lured Blake and Luke to come down that long weekend and be here with the rest of us. Ginger, our neighbors, and I had extended the invitation to our T-Day dinner to other friends and lovers, as well, but we didn't expect any of them to show up based on their responses.

On that basis we had fifteen in our little 'club', three parents for sure, and four others as possibilities. So, for the big meal we had eighteen to twenty-two mouths to feed.

Ginger became the de facto head of the large meal mainly based on her cooking and organizational skills. She divvied up the various shopping, prep, and cooking tasks and doled them out to everyone in the neighborhood. I was put in charge of ensuring there were adequate tables and chairs for the afternoon meal, and to sit around on the various patios. I also had to be sure we had sufficient flatware, dishes, and serving utensils.

To fulfill my task, I went to a store named Stage Your Home. They were slanted towards filling a reasonably empty home with furniture so it looked lived in so it could be more easily sold on the competitive Florida real estate market. I made them an offer to rent the dining room tables with the leaves, matching chairs, and then a dozen other miscellaneous chairs more appropriate for a covered patio or living room. I also rented a couple of sleeper sofas.

I was back in Houston for part of each week in November leading up to Thanksgiving week. I felt a rising tension and excitement as the holiday season approached. Nancy especially exhibited the anxiety I saw so many catch as the end of year approached.

On the business front, Ginger was also traveling, now needing to spend time in Raleigh as well as White Plains. I kidded her, "You have me and our neighbors at home, Luke and Blake in White Plains, and ... oh, dear, you need a male dedicated to your pleasure in Raleigh." Ginger just rolled her eyes.

Also on the business front, I got a call from company based in Atlanta named Nova Construction Products that were about to start an acquisition of several competitors. They more or less knew of their competition, but were unsure where to go from there. They didn't know how to evaluate them, make an offer, or whether any counter price would be reasonable, and certainly not whether any of the companies were a good investment. They wanted to end up with national market coverage versus their current regional stance. I flew up there for a day to meet with them, and wrote a proposal as a result.

On the home front, things were 'normal', or as normal as they could be with the sexual intermixing of now three families: two threesomes and one couple, who all lived next door to each other. Stacy had become fully integrated into my family, and she'd become just what she'd hoped for, another wife who happened to have a husband (me) and a wife (Ginger).

Stacy continued to distinguish herself in the consulting work we were throwing at her in large amounts. We told her to yell 'Uncle' if we overwhelmed her, only she hadn't said anything to us other than 'I can help with that'. Ginger was talking about involving her in the Raleigh client, and I already had her working behind the scenes on her mother's company, and was looking forward to involving her in the Atlanta job including having her do some work at the client site.

All the relatives started to arrive on Wednesday, so our homes quickly filled up. Officially, Ginger and I were host to Tara, Blake, and Luke, plus our two children Ethan and Jillian, plus Ellie. We had four men and four women in the house, and all of us were horny, and all of us knew we were enthusiastic about open relationships and sexual freedom.

Our first night, first round, we matched up Ethan and Ginger, Luke and Stacy, Blake and Ellie, and me and Tara. We were all in our living room, which had been renamed the loving room.

Stacy became the main attraction. Luke 'spoke' her language when it came to touching, licking, and making love to her. I'd taken to referring to her sex sessions in terms of orgasms per minute, and I think she reached a new high with Luke. Neither of them were trying for a record, and Luke was a little scared of her at first, afraid that he was hurting her in some way.

She communicated to him that she was better than fine and urged him to continue whatever he was doing. She squealed, moaned, yelled, and groaned, and sighed loudly through one hard climax after another until she finally collapsed in his arms after she'd felt him fill her pussy with his love potion.

For her part, Tara was at the top of her game. She had one mission for her trip and I think we achieved it that first evening: she wanted to have me fuck her in my own bed with Ginger getting fucked by one of her handsome studly friends beside her. She also wanted to swap back and forth so she could get fucked by Ginger's studly friends. That was an easy kink to fulfill once she vocalized what she wanted to have happen. Later, she was even happier when Ethan made love to her and cleaned her up with his mouth 'just like daddy'.

Ellie clicked with all of the men, and at the end of the evening we all slept in the various beds we'd set up beforehand.

Thanksgiving Day started with a bustle of activity to stuff the birds and get them cooking in various ovens. The weather cooperated so we were going to eat late afternoon on Doug, Jo, and Beth's patio, with dishes coming to the table from all three kitchens – theirs, Brad and Megan's, and Ginger and mine.

Our guests were pressed into service helping to arrange furniture, set the tables, and even to make a couple of pies. To my surprise, all of the contingent relatives belonging to Jo, Megan, Brad, and Doug showed up, so we would have twenty-two for dinner.

I met Doug and Jo's parents and found them engaging. They were early retirees. Brad's parents were still working, both in a retail shop they owned. Megan's mother also worked for her local town government doing voter registration and tax records.

About noontime, we had three more surprise arrivals that gave me pause. Cindy, Cork, and Nancy showed up. Even Tara was surprised. They'd decided at the last minute to come and talked Nancy into it. I'd invited them, but they had indicated they probably couldn't swing it. We had a very huggy and kissy greeting in front of everybody else. Three more places at the tables were set.

I finally got a chance to ask Cork about his name – Cork McCann. He laughed and told me, "I'll tell you my real name, but shoot you if you use it or tell anybody. It's Corduroy, like the fabric. Apparently, it has something to do with the bed covers when I was conceived, but neither parent will give me the straight scoop. I was Cord for a while, but in high school we used to have a source for cheap wine to get high. I did more than my share, and so earned the nickname Cork. I kept it after college."

I nodded, "And why computers?"

He laughed, "With a name like Corduroy I became an introvert and a geek. I loved gadgets and computer shit. I never gave it up. Find what you love and do it, right? Here I am."

I teased, "You, Cindy, and Nancy?"

"Yeah, that's a surprise. I love Nancy now ... and of course my fiancée. I think we'll be a triad just like you, Ginger, and Stacy, and your neighbors, as I understand from meeting someone named Beth. I guess there's a lot of that going around."

"If you're up for it, you'll see us all in action late tonight and over the weekend."

"We have to fly back early on Monday. We all have assigned middle seats, but it's only an hour flight."

We put on the television to some of the football games. Every major channel had some kind going on. The men bonded in front of the TV and the women were all bonding in Jo's kitchen.

Cork helped me uncork a dozen bottles of wine and we set them out around the homes so people could graze. I hadn't see Megan's decorating work for a couple of weeks, and was amazed at how far she'd come in that short time frame. She'd done a lot, and their home looked really nice and livable.

Megan's mother, Holly Truit, sat next to me at the dinner table, a long affair comprised of multiple tables end to end on the patio. Doug stood and in a stentorian voice gave a credible blessing and giving of thanks for the love we basked in and the blessings in our life. Dinner started with a bang.

Holly asked me about my consulting work and seemed to understand much of what I told her. She'd met Ginger and Stacy earlier, and had taken in that we were a threesome living together in an open relationship. She had also learned about the Doug-Jo-Beth triad, and by implication that Brad and Megan were associated with all of us in a 'romantic and intimate' way.

I had an expectation that the parents would not know about the sexual intimacy we shared among neighbors and some work colleagues. That assumption proved to be false, at least for some.

Holly engaged me during our meal, "Megan speaks highly of you as a lover. In fact, if I can quote her, 'I am in love with Steve. You've got to meet him and be with him.' I'm not trying to embarrass you, but I hope that you'll think kindly about 'being with me' when there's an opportunity this weekend." Her used of the term 'being with me' left little doubt in my mind about what she meant.

I flashed a glance down the table at Megan. She was grinning broadly and gave me a thumbs up sign and then pointed at her mother. I confess that I rolled my eyes in response.

I said to Holly, "Pardon my shock at your bold suggestion. You're sure you want such widespread participation in our neighborhood?"

Holly flashed a grin, "Oh, yes. Absolutely. Megan's always after me to loosen up."

I teased, "Just don't get so loose that you fall apart."

* * * * *

After a very filling dinner we all lethargically moved to new and more comfortable chairs to digest the heavy meal and watch more football. Jillian, Stacy, Megan, and Cindy circulated and took orders for pie and ice cream, and brought them to the various men in our media room. Many joined us even when they weren't concerned with any of the games.

I stopped Megan as she passed by. I half-seriously teased, "Are you trying to get me to do something dramatic with your mother?"

Megan laughed, "In a word, yes!" She whispered, "She needs to get laid, and you are just the right guy to do it for her. You two would be a great match. My understanding is that she's a 'hot fuck'."

"Now, how would you know that?"

"I talked with one of her old boyfriends a couple of years ago. Those were the words he used. She had no interest in him, however."

"Why not get Brad involved with her?"

Megan chuckled, "And what makes you think I'm not?"

I liked Holly. She was a delight, actually understood some of what I talked about when I went off on my consulting work, and she has a personality that sparkles. I like sparkles. Moreover, she was only a slightly older version of Megan, and I loved her. Holly was attractive and I respond to a woman who flirts with me.

Megan said, "Please try to sneak away with her. I told her ALL about my new lifestyle, and you featured prominently in it. There's no risk. I mean she's not going to stalk you or anything like that." She stroked my face and gave me a very passionate kiss. Did I mention that I also respond well to kissing?

I went and pulled Holly up from the chair she'd take. I gave her a 'Come with me' look and we went out the front door. I said, "Let's walk off at least a little of our dinner and dessert."

We walked along Palma Sola Boulevard for over a mile and back. We just chatted about other things, particularly what Megan would do when she went back to work. Holly had a good grasp of the nursing work that Megan did, and had also helped her daughter research the local job market. She wasn't worried.

Back at the house, the cleanup crew had finished and things were about as back to normal as they can be with twenty-five people milling around three adjacent homes. I suggested that I give Holly a tour of my home. We strolled next door.

I pointed out a few salient points as we entered the house and living room. Just after I closed the door behind us, I swept Holly into my arms and kissed her. She kissed back and moaned, "Oh, yes!"

We stood and made out for a few minutes and then I half-heartedly continued my tour. We got to the master bedroom and I opened the door, just in front of Holly so she could go into the room first.

Ginger was stretched out on the bed, with Luke plowing his large cock into her pussy. He made about six more strokes before he stopped and the couple looked over at us.

I casually waved and said, "Ooops. Sorry. We'll find another room." I pulled Holly back a step and shut the door.

Holly's eyes were the size of saucers. She babbled, "That was ... your wife ... she was fucking Luke ... Luke?"

"Yes, Luke. He's one of her lovers from the White Plains area. She's often up there for business."

Holly connected with some additional facts, "Oh, Blake Hogan is from White Plains, too."

I nodded as I pulled Holly towards our guest room. "Yes, he's another of Ginger's lovers. Blake and Luke are friends. They often 'do' Ginger together. It's very erotic and exciting for her."

The guest room was vacant, but we could see that a couple of the guys were using it as a base for their overnights with us. I kissed Holly some more, but she was still reacting to seeing Ginger and Luke.

Holly said, "You weren't at all bothered by watching your wife with another man?"

I shrugged. "No. It happens many times each week. We have an open marriage. We both have outside friends."

Holly nodded, "That's me ... I'm an outside friend." She flashed me a smile and pushed her chest out.

I said by way of a question, "A friend with benefits?"

"Oh, God, yes, I hope so." Holly came back on track. She kissed me and then we started to strip away each other's clothes.

Holly Truit was a VERY enthusiastic lover. Ginger is too, and she'd even give her a run for her money. I've watched a lot of porn in my years, including Jillian's videos. Some girls in the films seem inert and motionless as some hunky guy plows his man meat into them. At the other end of the spectrum are women who are eager, enthusiastic, and visibly energetic as a similar buff man fucks her.

Holly put all of the lively, spry, zealous, and responsive porn queens to shame, even those faking their interactions. She was a tireless delight to mate with. She also was vocal, and dished out a steady stream of 'dirty talk'.

She started, "I love having your naked body rubbing against mine. Oh, I feel your man stick trying to attack my defenseless little pussy – I surrender. Take me. I've thought about little else other than your cock since Megan told me about what a good lover you are. Oh, yes, all the way inside me, that's exactly where I wanted it all day. I feel so full of you. I hope you cum hard; I want to feel you cumming. Hold my tits while we fuck. Can I be your fuck buddy for all time? Can I fuck you better than I already am? Can you feel how wet I am for you? I think I want to suck you down for breakfast, too. Oh, I hope there are lots of next times; this is just perfect. I love sitting on your cock, like this; it's so far up inside me. Your eyes are sexy and they're telling me you like my pussy wrapped around your cock." She went on and on. Those were some of the phrases I remembered for some reason.

I thought I might have ejected Holly into earth orbit because I came so hard, but then she was fully engaged and fucking cumming back at me. I filled her snug MILF cunt with a generous injection of Steve Carson semen. She claimed she felt every surge from my cock and loved it. She also collapsed after the aerobic fuck she'd led. I collapsed with her.

We were lying there panting when Ginger and Luke came into the guest room. They were both naked. Ginger kissed me, and then kissed Holly and even praised her about her choice of partner for an evening fuck. I waved one hand weakly. Luke got something from his suitcase and then my wife and lover left us and shut the door again.

Eventually, I went down on Holly – to her amazement – and cleaned her pussy with my mouth. I even shared some of my discoveries with her to her wanton delight. She cackled with delight that I was so naughty and sexual with her. We showered, redressed, and joined the others as nonchalantly as we could. They were mostly in front of the television or sitting around talking at one end of what had been our long dining table on the patio. Others seemed to come and go doing other activities.

I didn't think we'd been missed until I noticed Blake and Tara coming out from my house a few minutes later. They both had that freshly fucked aura about them. I smiled and nodded to my important client. She smiled back and came to me. She said, "I've been naughty. I know you were busy, so I discovered that nice man that I'd seen in pictures with your wife. Oh, he was very good. When you're recovered, please come and get me. I've been wet for you ever since we met."

A little later, I bid many of our friends good night and headed to my house. Tara came with me. A couple of the other parents saw us leave together and I think they caught on that something sexual was going to happen. It might have been because we were both wearing lecherous smiles and panting in anticipation.
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