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12. Three Next Door

Threesome Next Door Ch. 01-07 - Group Sex

A threesome next door inspires a new open marriage.

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Threesome Next Door

Chapter 1 – A Threesome Next Door

I grinned and waved wildly and uncharacteristically at my wife of over twenty years. I was in Delta Airlines Sky Club at O'Hare Airport. We were both heading home, only we'd come to Chicago from two different cities where we'd been working all week – hers only a few miles away and mine a four-hour flight away. I had a connection there in order to get to Tampa at a good time.

Ginger Carson, whose name I often shortened to Gin, and I were management consultants. We were both experts based on years of experience in mergers and acquisitions, and on reengineering companies' major business processes. I'd been on the west coast all week with a high tech company that happened to have a couple of billion burning a hole in their back pocket. They had their eye on three different companies, but couldn't decide which to buy or whether to buy all three or none at all.

Gin had been nearby at a large international pharmaceuticals company doing similar work for them as they considered how to buttress their own weak RD portfolio with that of one or two other smaller companies with promising ethical drugs in various stages of clinical testing and application for acceptance by the FDA. She'd done other pharmas before, so had a good reputation in the industry.

We greeted and kissed. She asked, "Steve! You been here long?"

"About two hours," I told her. I didn't mind hanging out at the Sky Club. Both Ginger and I flew so much that they'd given us free memberships in the club. Between flights, it was a comfortable place to hang out and work. We'd even held client meetings in the club's conference rooms at various airports.

I told Gin, "I passed up the earlier flight to Tampa so I could wait for you." That earned me a second and more meaningful kiss and a full body hug. We both blushed as we parted. About a hundred people waiting for their flights were watching us.

Even at forty-two Ginger was a 'looker'. Despite having two children with me she hadn't ever lost her figure, and what a figure it was. Her legs were just perfect and shapely. She was lithe, sexy, and busty. Even in the business suit she was wearing, she attracted every male eye in the airline lounge. About fifteen years earlier, in her twenties, a mentor had coached her about looking professional. As a result she darkened her red hair to more of a brunette color so it wasn't so 'in your face', and learned how to dress for success. Her only complaint was she needed to eat like a bird and about her slightly sagging breasts – this after nursing two kids. She'd also learned how to wear spike heels of just the right height to amplify her stature and make her legs look great, without appearing slutty or domineering.

As for me, I had been athletic in college without being on any varsity teams. I was constantly in pickup basketball games and I ran cross-country. Once out of college, I kept up the running. I always had running shoes, shorts, and a singlet in my bag, so always had an outlet for exercise even when on the road. I'd run in some amazing places, too – downtown London, Paris, Rome, Rio, and a few other foreign countries. I was in shape, reasonably buff but I did drink and eat too much, and sat on my ass way too much.

The mostly male audience in the flight lounge went back to their own business once Ginger sat with me and crossed her sexy legs. She was in a touchy-feely mood, too; which gave my ego a boost as she sent messages to all the other males that she already had picked out 'her man'.

Gin sat next to me at another work carrel. I could see the club door from mine so I'd been looking for her arrival. I'd been able to track her whereabouts on my iPhone because we each had the 'Find Friends' app. We compared notes on our week and my flights. I'd swapped texts with her earlier about where we'd meet and then how close she was. We talked every evening when we were apart, and had for the twenty-one years we'd been married. We'd been college sweethearts and married the summer after we both graduated. We both went to grad school, even as we had children. I got an MBA and Gin an MS in information systems and technology.

We both zonked out on the plane heading home sleeping as we held hands. We were in first class and were thankful the plane was early into Tampa. We ate dinner at the airport, chatting further about the sticky issues our consulting clients were facing. We also talked about two new leads for business that I'd fielded from other companies while I'd been on the west coast. Having some overlapping clients was highly desirable in our business lest one or both of us find ourselves sitting on our duffs without any billable hours.

I'd driven us to the airport on the previous Sunday afternoon, so we took my car home. Gin had talked to our oldest daughter the evening before so had some news she could share about the hot boy she'd met and how she was putting on a full-court press to earn the title 'girlfriend' with the guy. We laughed at her antics. Gin knew more details but spared the girl's father (me!) some of the more sordid ones.

Our son Ethan was also at college but was less communicative than his older sister. A normal conversation with him consisted of a number of grunts, 'Oh yeahs', and usually a request for money. At least Jillian was subtler. Jillian had gone to school on the west coast; Ethan was in college not quite three hours north of us in Florida.

Gin and I had a house on the water on a little bay just a few miles on the south side of the Sunshine Skyway Bridge – Palma Sola Bay. I figured out that the year before the house had only been occupied about a third of the time. The rest we were away on our travels. Rarely were Gin and I in the same city at the same time except when we were home on most weekends. Staying somewhere over a weekend was not a new experience for either of us.

I pulled into our neighborhood and instantly noticed the change. "Hey, look. The Morris home has been cleaned up. Somebody's living there, too. See the cars in the driveway." Every time I came home from being away for a week I felt as though I'd been away for months and that the whole neighborhood had changed. The old Morris home stood on one side of our house and a wide creek feeding the Palma Sola bay on the other.

We pulled in our own driveway and garage, but I walked out and gazed next door. The grass had been mowed, the forest of scrub brush near the street was gone, and some of the dead palm fronds that had accumulated around the yard were also gone, along with the accumulation of unsolicited newspapers. The place looked clean and crisp again, the first time in over a year while the property had been on the real estate market. I'd often gone over and done a few things to keep the place from looking like a crack house or someplace to squat, but since I wasn't around a lot, I'm not sure I made all that much of a difference. I did talk to the realtor at one point and made sure there were lights on timers in the place.

Gin and I unpacked our bags and started our Friday evening washes. We were both tired, and had gained an hour in the flight to Tampa, so we were just about ready for bed. After we'd been home about two hours, had processed most of the mail, I locked up and we headed to our master bedroom to sleep.

After I'd washed up Gin took my place for her ablutions. I walked into the darkened master bedroom and glanced out the window at what had been the Morris home. We overlooked their back and side yard from that window. My eyes kind of bugged out of my head.

To help with his aging arthritis and joint pain, Jake Morris had a Jacuzzi installed on the patio near his swimming pool. His widow, Jenny, never used it, so it had sat idle for the past four years until she too passed away. Their kids didn't want the house, so it went onto the market.

Now, in the Jacuzzi, were three nude people. I knew they were nude because I caught a glimpse of them just stepping into the bubbling tub – a young man and two shapely women.

As I looked, I moved away from the direct window and only peeked out one corner. The young man was sitting with a girl close-by on either side of him. He took turns kissing each of them, and then the two women leaned across his body and kissed. He made a point of putting his arms around both of them, and I could see his hands move and cup a generous helping of female tit flesh from each of them. They continued to make out.

I looked back as Ginger stepped out of the bathroom in her nightshirt, and turned off the light. One result was that I could see the Jacuzzi better, and the bathroom light in the window also didn't backlight me when I stood in front of it.

I turned away, but wished I could have watched longer. Gin asked, "What were you looking at?"

I grinned and gestured, "Sssssh! Our new neighbors are in the Jacuzzi near our hedge. Two women and a man, and they're naked and romantic together. Interesting."

Gin smiled and teased, "I might have a better offer." She lifted the bottom edge of her nightshirt until I could see her bare pussy.

I nodded in a significant way, "Yep, a way better offer." I shucked away the t-shirt I'd just put on and kicked the running shorts I slept in aside.

I moved to Ginger, pulled the nightshirt over her head, and after a couple of kisses paid attention to my wife's breasts. Gin moaned and held my head as she tried to kiss me again. One of her hands also groped around in my groin for what we'd missed sharing all week.

"Hi" a pleasant male voice sounded as I knelt pulling some misguided and unwanted newspaper out of the bushes in front of my house. The bushes were unruly and collected just about everything that blew around the neighborhood.

I turned. "Hello. Are you our new neighbor?" I posed.

"Doug Reed at your service. Yes, we moved in Tuesday, but if you saw inside our house you'd wonder whether we were making any progress at all unpacking. Cardboard boxes in every direction."

"I'm Steve Carson." We shook hands. "When I got home from our travels last evening I thought the old Morris home looked different and lived in. Welcome." I glanced at the house, "Do you have time for a cup of coffee. I'd love for you to meet my wife, Ginger."

"I do, and thank you." Doug followed me inside, and we found Gin in the kitchen preparing a grocery list. She looked surprised that I was escorting a visitor.

I did the introduction thing, and got us all coffees, and then we sat in our living room and learned about each other. We each did a short bio.

Gin and I learned that Doug taught electrical engineering at the nearby university. He was in his mid-thirties, and married to Jo and Beth."

"Joann Beth?" Ginger asked, wanting to be sure she heard the name right.

Doug corrected, "Errr, that's two women actually: Jo ... AND... Beth. Jo is actually Josephine, but if you call her that she'll scratch your eyes out. It's just Jo. She's a CPA and works for Coplin Manufacturing in Bradenton. Beth, my other wife, is an artist. She has a gallery downtown, but she's staffed it up pretty well, so doesn't need to be there much. She's one of the reasons we bought the Morris house; it has perfect light for an artist in the sunroom on the other side of the house."

Ginger pushed a little harder as her eyebrows nearly rotated off her forehead, "You're married to two women?"

Doug nodded. "Yes. One is legal as far as the government is concerned, but we don't distinguish amongst ourselves except at tax time. We made commitments to each other. This is our third year together, but our first time with the three of us living together."

I gave a questioning look.

Doug explained, "Three years ago Jo and I had a tiny house in Ruskin. The commutes were a bear, but the price for the house and its view were just right for our limited wallets.

"I met Beth at a cocktail party at the university. I was gob smacked. I told Jo, we invited her over, and she had the same reaction. Beth did, too. We were instantly in love and lust with each other. We invited her to move in, but she wanted to wait. Eventually, we convinced her and we've been looking for a place ever since."

Doug got a worried look on his face. "I know that polyamory is not for everyone. I hope we're not offending you by living together. I promise we're not loud party or orgy kind of people."

Ginger and I both laughed. "We're fine," I assured him. "'Chacun à son goût', as the French say."

Doug visibly relaxed, "Thank you. We've run into some severe reactions to our living arrangement, and I don't mean nice stuff. Maybe someday I'll share, but I'll tell you it's one of the reasons we've moved. In the meanwhile, I am grateful for the coffee. I would like Beth and Jo to meet you. If you see any or all of us in the yard, please say hello. We're social beings despite our unusual threesome."

Doug left and Ginger and I went back to our weekend tasks. We were a little more relaxed about them because neither of us had to travel for the next two weeks. We'd be at home or the university library where we had privileges doing research to help our clients.

Saturday afternoon, I came huffing and puffing up Palma Sola Boulevard from the south, as a young woman came running huffing and puffing down the street from the north. We both walked off the last hundred yards, and ended up standing at the end of our driveways about twenty feet apart.

I said, "You must be either Jo or Beth?"

The young woman broke into a wide grin. "I'm Beth." She came over to me as I strolled towards her. She was beautiful, athletic, and shapely. I could see and even viscerally feel the attraction I had for her. No wonder Doug and Jo had succumbed to her charms.

Beth was early thirties, brunette, long hair tied back in a ponytail, and flirty eyes. She was tan, obviously from an outdoor exercise regime. She had great legs, a tight little ass, and breasts that her sports bra couldn't quite hide.

We completed our introductions, shook hands, and I asked some questions about their move and how they were coming with unpacking. She moaned. "I don't think we'll ever be fully unpacked. I wish we had a basement to shovel everything into. Instead, I doubt we'll ever be able to use the garage."

I commented about how things in cardboard boxes usually mildewed when left in an un-air-conditioned garage. She nodded her acknowledgment.

I offered, "Can you come with me for a moment and let me introduce you to my wife. We met Doug this morning."

She laughed, "Oh, I suppose so. I'm all sweaty and smelly, but just for a moment then I need a shower or a dip in the pool."

I led Beth around our house to the patio. Ginger had set up her laptop on the lanai table and was rapidly typing away at some project as we approached. She was wearing a bikini, and to me looked very sexy. I did the introductions, but Beth was obviously uncomfortable about not appearing her best. She stayed only five minutes and then hustled through a large gap in the back hedge into her own back yard and disappeared. Only a few seconds later, I heard the splash as somebody dove into their pool. I took my shoes off and dove into ours.

After I came out of the pool, Gin teased me. "Leave it to you to wander in twice in one day with highly desirable people."

"Doug and Beth?" I questioned, but I was sure of the response.

"Exactly," she smiled. "Beth was very easy on the eyes. I could tell you were rather taken by her?"

I nodded, "She was charming, even somewhat enchanting, but I have you." I leaned over and kissed Ginger, receiving a more significant kiss in return.

I teased her; "On the other hand, you looked crestfallen when Doug had to go home this morning. I thought you were going to follow him."

Gin laughed, "Hmmmmm, turnabout is fair play, huh? Yes, he was very nice. I expect that we'll like Jo, too. Just so you know, I was also drawn to Beth. I think we have some nice new neighbors."

After a moment's thought, Gin said, "Go next door and invite them over tomorrow for a cookout on our grill and a swim. Five-thirty. Tell them NOT to bring anything other than themselves ready to drink, eat, and swim.

A half-hour later, after I showered and put on casual clothes, I did go next door. A very pretty longhaired blonde with very pleasant facial features opened the front door with a puzzled look. She looked harried.

I introduced myself to Jo. She'd already had reports about Ginger and me from Doug and Beth, so knew instantly who I was. She invited me in, but was immediately apologizing for the shape of the place. There were cardboard boxes everywhere, as well as an obvious growing pile of empty boxes in their living room.

I extended my invitation, and in the process suggested that we trade phone numbers as good neighbors. We did that, and soon I had three new names on my Contact List and they had the ones for Ginger and me.

Ginger and I went out to dinner at one of the restaurants on River Walk in Bradenton. We ate out every night on the road, and so that became our preferred method of dining when we at home, too. We had stopped at a grocery store on the way home and picked up everything we'd need for the next night.

That night as we went to bed, I again checked the Jacuzzi. Sure enough, I caught the three of them nude and just stepping into the heated water. They were again loving and cuddling with each other.

This time, however, after having been in the spa for a few minutes Jo shifted up and sat on the edge and leaned back. Doug immediately moved between her legs and obviously started to eat her out. Our window was closed, but I could imagine the moan of satisfaction Jo emitted as his tongue went to work on her gorgeous body. Just as I was about to leave them to it, Ginger joined me and also watched, making sure we were in the dark room so we couldn't be seen.

We both got naked and started to stroke each other as we watched the threesome in the hot tub. We were about to leave, when Doug pulled away and Beth replaced him, also moving to eat her friend and co-wife. I wondered whether that was the correct vocabulary for the two women.

Watching the threesome had given me a hard-on and made Ginger's pussy very wet – wetter than usual. We migrated to the bed, and I was instantly deep inside my wife as we kissed and made out. I would never tire of her sex wrapping me inside of her. She was truly delicious. I pulled out and ate her for a while – two orgasms, in fact. We then returned to our lovemaking.

Gin got on top in a cowgirl after a bit, and I enjoyed toying with her breasts as she rode me. She teased, "This will give you some fodder for your erotic stories, won't it?"

I admitted that I'd already put some notes on my computer for scenes I could use in some story. My nights on the road were not all business, although I did like to take clients to dinner. On rare occasions we might go to a club, but I was well behaved regarding members of the opposite sex.

My fetish or weakness, if you want to call it that, was that I wrote erotic stories – sexy stories, porn stories, smut stories, or whatever else you might call them. They were stories that had sex in them in a major way as well as some kind of crazy plot to carry the characters along.

I chuckled, "Perhaps we've had three muses for my stories move in next door. That is their sole purpose in life – to give me ideas and scenes that I can use in some wild story of mine."

"Don't leave me out of them," Ginger teased. "I always know which character is supposed to be me. I'm always grateful when the hero – you, ends up with the leading female character – me. I like how we inevitably fuck each other to a comatose state somewhere along the line. Keep writing, dear."

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I promised that I would and that she'd always be my leading lady. We changed positions a couple of more times. I went down her some more, and she went down on me. We fucked ourselves into oblivions and proceeded to sleep in the wet spot.

Late morning the next day, I again ran into Beth, but this time we were both just coming out to our street to start running. I asked her how far she was going, and she suggested five miles. I told her that was good, and I could show her some scenic spots where the sunsets were especially nice. We took off at a slow trot, and then picked up the pace.

We didn't talk much except where I showed her a couple of overlooks for the bay and the Intercoastal Waterway, as well as the Skyway Bridge. We were back at our homes in forty minutes. Unless she was holding back, I thought we were evenly matched runners.

I reminded her that we'd see them in a few hours, and emphasized that they didn't have to bring anything except themselves. I suggested swimming attire, since swims at that time of the day are especially nice on a warm day. I also suggested that the three of them just come directly to the back yard and our patio, where the focus of our gathering would be.

Ginger and I were messing around with the table setting when Doug, Beth, and Jo arrived by way of the gap in the hedgerow separating our homes. Jo presented Ginger with a bouquet of flowers as they met for the first time, doing the whole self-introduction thing.

We'd opted to keep things simple with some steaks and chicken, both things I was adept at cooking on the grill without drying them out to the point of desertification. Things turned out well. We'd also had a copious supply of good wine, dip and chips, and a few other hors d'oeuvres.

We all took a swim while the grill warmed up, and then went back to sitting around in the shade of a palm grove on my property as I worked at the nearby grill.

We sat at my long picnic table and enjoyed the meal. It was campy and appropriate for a casual outing on a warm day.

Ginger asked permission to ask them more about their unusual relationship. Jo said, "Of course. We don't have secrets from our friends."

She asked, "I'm curious how your threesome works? I'm not even sure what questions to ask beyond that."

Doug and I laughed. I wasn't sure but what Ginger was thinking something sexual, but that would have been a bit out of character for her.

Beth was the more outgoing of the threesome. She spoke first, "Well, we're just like you – a couple, except there are three of us. We shop, cook, do laundry, have minor tiffs and miffs, and everything just as I'm sure you do."

Jo stepped in, "We are a triad, not a vee. That's threesome or polyamory vocabulary. In a 'V' relationship, one of us might have a relationship with each of the others, but the two others don't have a relationship, or much of one, between them. That might show up more regarding having sex or being intimate.

"In a triad, we each have a deep and loving relationship with the other two. When you add us all together we're a big loving bunch and it doesn't matter which two or three of us you have, you always have an 'us' that's in love with the others."

Doug added, "That said, we're also in an open marriage."

I pondered, "Well, you'd have to be to have a triad, right?"

Doug shook his head, "No, you could cut things off at the three of us, and we'd each agree to not go further with anybody else."

Beth said, "I was the one that kind of started that. We'd all gotten together and become a triad, but I also had some friends I liked on the outside that I didn't want to cut my ties with. We all talked about it, and decided to open up all the 'vertices' of our triad – make each one of us able to have friends with benefits, so to speak. That made it easy for me."

Beth went on, "One male friend and I had been fuck buddies for years. We actually kind of loved each other but not enough to go further with each other. When I'd see him to keep up our relationship no one in our triad got their nose out of joint, and I was able to maintain an intimate bond with him. Unfortunately, Brad got transferred out of state by his company." She gestured at Doug.

Doug said, "I also have a friend outside our triad, although we don't see each other too often. She's in an open marriage, too."

Ginger said, "You mentioned polyamory earlier. Explain?"

Jo took the question, "Poly means many, and amory is the Latin root for love – amor. Thus having many loves. It's becoming a pretty frequently used terms for relationships such as ours, and even when there are some others attached to the corners as we just mentioned."

Ginger persisted, "Why call it a marriage them? Why not just be a group of people – men and women – hanging out together with benefits?"

Doug said, "I think it speaks to the level of commitment we made to each other and the emotions we feel versus the same with any others. Besides the openness and guarantee of acceptance regardless of what we do, by our 'marriage' we also communicate the level of our love to our two partners. We've had some crazy disagreements that might rip apart a more casual relationship or triad, but we are pledged to work them out and fight for the threesome, not for winning. I don't feel I have to win in an argument. I want to be sure whatever we decide on is a win-win-win for the three of us. Things in that regard are more complex by an order of magnitude.

"Further, we want children soon. I expect to be the father, but there'll be two mothers. At least the kids will have a legal platform so the kids have some respectability, particularly when they start and go through school. Yes, they'll be different because they have two mothers, but they'll also have a dad and a stable home life.

"Lastly, we formalized our marriage legally. If anything happens to any one of us, the others have survivor benefits, insurance, and legal standing because of our contract. That provides a level of security that's usually only available to a couple, but we have it in our threesome."

I spoke, "I am very impressed at how well thought out you've made your triad. I congratulate you."

Doug got serious, "It's been an uphill fight, even for us to stay together. I mentioned the problems we'd faced where we used to live on the other side of the city. That was in a different county, too. Several of our neighbors went to the police and wanted us arrested."

Ginny and I nearly spoke in unison, "On what grounds?" We were both stupefied.

"One was committing adultery. Another was as sex predators or something like that – one couple thought we should be listed as sex offenders and put on the National Register. Of course, there were charges of bigamy, but we've never held ourselves out to any government agency as anything other than a couple with a female friend that lives with us. Oh, yes, that led to trying to get us on running a rooming house and failing to pay city and state taxes, and so on. The list seemed endless, and almost every day there was something."

Jo said evenly, "They painted nasty words on the side of our house and sent us hate mail. We routinely got lectures from them about breaking God's commandments and the tenets as handed down in the Scriptures. Their talking was lost on us; none of us are particularly religious. At best, I guess you could call each of us an agnostic."

Beth said, "They found out where we worked and called our companies and told them how awful we were. My landlord laughed at them. At least he thinks we walk on water."

Doug smirked, "The university told them they'd take it under advisement, and then told me about it. They asked whether I was preaching anything about my lifestyle to my students. I told them 'No' and that was the end of that. All I teach is about circuit theory, networks, and electromagnetic field theory. We get into lasers and some other techy stuff, but that's all I ever talk about."

Jo laughed, "He's that way at home, too. Got any computers that need fixing, call Doug!" Beth also laughed and I could see the good-natured teasing of their husband.

That reminded me, "Oh, what do we call you – husband, wife one, wife two? Are you co-wives, two couples, three couples with some overlap, or what?"

They all laughed, "Any of those will do. We know what you mean."

Jo got up and went and hugged Ginger and then came to me and hugged me. "Thank you for your reaction. I could tell just a minute ago that you were horrified by what we went through." She was on the verge of tears recalling the hate mongering aimed at them.

"I am horrified. How can people be so unforgiving and intolerant?"

We all shook our heads. I resisted going on one of my rants, but I think the others could tell I was holding back. Ginger especially knew I could go off on the government and evangelicals, and their inter-relationship, at the drop of a hat. She agreed with me, but usually tried to keep the peace.

Chapter 2 – Next Door Sex Show

A few days went by after our cookout and dinner on our patio. I also kept peeking at their backyard around bedtime, but hadn't seen any further Jacuzzi parties by the three of our new neighbors. I saw Beth running one day when I was driving into town on an errand; I just tooted the car horn and waved. She waved back.

Ginger and I both had our heads down from dawn till dusk for three days honoring some of the promises we'd made to our clients the week before: brief analyses, comparison charts, articles we wanted to share, and so on. By Wednesday at dinner we had caught up with all but the longer-term deliverables we owed them. We each talked to them on the phone and made sure they were surviving without us. They'd see us the following week in any case.

Wednesday night Gin and I went skinny dipping in the pool as we were prone to do. I secretly wondered whether any of our new neighbors were up in their master bedroom staring down at us as we floated around in the pool. We'd drift together frequently and kiss or make out, and then just let the currents of the pool jets carry us around as we floated.

Ginger and I cuddled up on one of our large chaises as the evening breeze circulated around us. We were both in a romantic mood.

Gin gestured next door and suddenly asked, "Could you live like that?" There was no prior reference to our neighbors, but we both knew exactly what was being talked about.

I chuckled, "That's a definite maybe. I'm not sure whether I'm good at sharing or not, especially when it comes to you." I went on, "Of course, I'm a horny guy most of the time, and so the idea of two or more women in my home desiring most of the time, intense, and wonderful sex has great appeal."

Gin poked me, "'Most of the time', try 'All the time'. One of the reasons we get along so well is that our libidos are pretty well matched. I love to fuck about as frequently as you do."

She posed, "What if I were in a relationship with another woman? Would you object to sharing me with another woman? You could even watch us have sex, and then maybe join in."

My penis jerked to attention on that remark, and I thought I was already hard from our petting. Gin took hold of me and rubbed my cock around her sex as she held her legs apart.

I calmly said, "I think I could easily accommodate that scenario on a regular basis."

Gin teased, "So, it's just me having another cock in my pussy that bothers you?" She paused and then added, "But think about it for a second. Imagine you have a sexy dark haired girl that you've just thrust this wonderful hard cock into and she's moaning with satisfaction at the stimulation you're providing. You look at me, and see a nice big cock attached to a handsome stud rubbing up and down my slit, and then watch as just the end – the glans – sinks into me. Bit by bit, the man pushes in and then pulls out until we are grinding together and he's all the way in."

I felt myself highly aroused at her little scenario. I teased back, "Tell that other girl to come and sit on my face so I can eat her with you fucking that guy."

Ginger laughed and we started to make love in earnest.

We invited our neighbors for another cookout only on Saturday evening instead of Sunday. Again we specified bathing suits. There was enthusiastic acceptance of our offer and the promise of an invitation from them in the near future. Their home was getting organized.

Jo insisted on contributing to the food, explaining that their kitchen was now operating and fully stocked. She brought potato salad and three-bean salad to our small party. Doug brought another bouquet of flowers but got down on one knee to present to Ginger as an offering to the prettiest and nicest women he'd ever met, except, of course, for Jo and Beth. He then put his face down to the ground and kissed the top of her nearest foot.

As he rose, Ginger gave him a serious kiss on the lips. The way she did it made me chuckle at her audacity in meeting his, and also gave me a subtle jolt of arousal deep in my groin. My God, I realized, I liked watching them kiss.

Dinner turned out to a lively and humorous discussion of all the other neighbors we knew about. It became a 'Who Was Who' within about a quarter-mile of our house. Since we were in Florida, about half the neighborhood didn't show up as residents until November or December, they disappeared for Christmas week, and then were gone for the summer a week after Easter or Passover. Nonetheless, I'd met many of them, especially since I was a runner and often jogged past their house when they were tending to their lawns or yard. Ginger hadn't met many of them, so I kind of commanded the stage and responded to questions.

Jo floated the idea of some kind of winter potluck neighborhood dinner and we all agreed we might enjoy something like that in a few months. I had evaluated each of the people I'd met as to their tolerance for the threesome, and found none of them wanting, but that was only a guess in many cases.

We were all drinking wine since none of us expected to drive anywhere. I noticed a slight giddiness among the women as dinner progressed and the sunset. Doug had asked me about best routes to and from the Interstate, and I was explaining a few to him. The women were at the other end of the table talking about other subjects.

Suddenly, I heard Beth giggle. She said to Ginger, "I saw Steve and you making love on your patio three nights ago and then again last night." [Giggle] You guys made me so horny I had to go attack someone in my own bed."

Ginger blushed, "Oh, dear. I looked and everything was so dark and quiet. I didn't think anybody was looking."

Jo chuckled, "Beth had us all looking last night. Doug was doing me as we watched you, and I was doing things to Beth."

Gin grinned, "That's so hot to think about. Us old folks actually inspired somebody to do something sexual."

Jo giggled, "It doesn't take much in our household ... and please don't stop. Further, you're not old. I'll look forward to it from now on."

Ginger leaned forward in a conspiratorial way, "Steve also caught you guys naked and making out in the Jacuzzi, but we couldn't see much. I peeked, too. I don't think we've seen you out there for over a week."

Beth shook her head; "We've been focused with those activities in doors the past week. We'll be sure to head out there later, and we'll leave some of the lights on so you can see us better."

Doug and I had both stopped talking and devoted our attention to the more interesting conversation that the women were having.

Ginger asked, "Since we're on the topic – kind of – I'm curious how the three of you make love. I have the couple stuff down pretty well, but ... well, does someone sit it out or just watch or what?"

Jo and Beth giggled. Beth said, "If we aren't in a panic for our orgasms all three of us can do it at the same time. We have Doug lie down and one of us mounts his handsome cock as the other of us lowers her ... pussy ... to his mouth. He's very talented in delivering oral orgasms."

Jo added, "And sometimes one of us will just watch until it's her turn, at least with the cock. We also have some sex toys that we can play with to pass the time."

Gin chuckled, "Does Doug watch the two of you after he's finished?"

Jo gave a slightly inebriated giggle, "Sometimes it's after he's cum in one of us, but not always. Beth and I use our playing together to cleanup or to entice him into bed with us sometimes. God, he gets so hard watching us."

Gin asked, "Do you have rules about it always being three of you if you're all home together?"

Beth responded, "Oh, no. We're more spontaneous than that. Two of us making love – fucking – is just fine. We don't keep score. We're all pretty horny all the time, plus Doug is still young enough that he can have sex a half-dozen times a day."

"Everyday?" Gin asked in an amazed tone.

Beth giggled and shot a sideways glance at Doug, "Yes, everyday."

Doug rolled his eyes. "Hey, I'm sitting here at the same table remember?"

Jo leaned over and kissed him, "Yes, you are, and that fact is making all of us horny."

Gin raised her hand and added, "Even me!"

Now, that was a surprise. She didn't explain the scope of her interest, but I felt certain that Doug and not just me were included in that circle of interest.

Jo pulled Doug up from the table. "Come on guys, let's go home. We have a command performance to put on in twenty minutes." She glanced at us and then at our upstairs window that overlooked their Jacuzzi and part of their patio. The threesome gave us rather hot goodbye kisses depending on sex, gathered their bowls and plates, and headed through the break in the shrubbery.

Ginger moved around the table and sat in my lap. She planted a very passionate kiss on my lips. Even through her bathing suit and mine, I could feel she was sexually wet and aroused. "Come on, let's finish locking up. I want to be at our bedroom window in twenty minutes to see what they do."

Ginger and I were nude, horny, and backlit by the lights in our bathroom as we clustered at the window looking down on Doug, Jo, and Beth's back yard, pool, patio, and Jacuzzi. Some lights were turned on, making it possible to see detail without the place looking like a nighttime football game.

Doug appeared, naked, and with what turned out to be three sleeping bags that he'd unzipped and laid out on the ground atop each other, creating a kind of outdoor bed. He mooned us intentionally and even gave us a little wave before going back in the house.

We had opened the window to see whether we'd hear anything. I heard some soft dreamy music start up at low volume, and then Beth and Jo appeared. They were holding hands and naked. The both got onto the makeshift bed and rolled into each other's arms, passionately kissing.

I'd watched and become of fan of lesbian porn, so I'd seen videos of two women making love, but seeing it for real only about thirty or forty feet away made the spectacle much hotter. I could feel my erection responding, and then Ginger took hold of me and started to slowly pump my cock back and forth next to her.

Jo and Beth moved into a sixty-nine, and we could hear each of them moaning as they started to make love with their tongues to each other's pussies. Doug appeared and stood next to their 'bed' stroking his hard cock. I gathered from his arousal that he had the same response to watching them that I did.

After a few minutes, the women separated and went back to kissing. Doug knelt on the 'bed' nearest Beth, and she spread her legs and invited him to eat her pussy. He did just that, diving into her muff and bringing her to another orgasm in only a few minutes. One of his hands sought out Jo's pussy at the same time, and he had fingers in her cunt pumping away as she watched the pair and kissed Beth.

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Doug adjusted Beth's position so we actually had a better view of his long cock penetrating her quim in a slow move that had Beth arching her back and thrusting up and into him. We could slowly see each inch of his cock slide into her. I guessed that he wanted us to see that, and consequently he'd made sure they were in the best angle.

I had two fingers inside Ginger and she was soaked. Her girl juices had just started to run down her legs. She turned to me and said, "Fuck me while we watch them. Turn so they can see you go inside me."

Gin and I turned broadside to the window, and I duplicated what Doug had just done to Beth, slowly pushing my steely shaft into my wife's flooded pussy. Ginger moaned, and I'm sure her satisfaction carried out the window and to our friends.

As I stroked in and out of Ginger, she whispered back to me. "Can you imagine being down there on the sleeping bags taking turns on each of the women with your cock right along with Doug? Do you suppose that Beth and Jo feel the same as I do once you have your cock in them? What do you think Doug would think once he has me impaled on his cock as you watch us? Oh, God. Keep fucking me, I'm about to cum."

Gin came at the same time that Beth did. They were both a little noisy for a few seconds, and then all was quiet. Doug moved to between Jo's legs and immediately sank his meat into her pussy. Again, he'd made sure that Ginger and I could see her penetration and her ecstasy as he began to pump into her. He didn't last long, but then neither did Jo.

Unlike in prior weeks we also got together with our new neighbors the next day on Sunday. That morning when we got to the kitchen, there was a very evident note taped to the back door:'Come to our patio. Dinner and all. 5:30 p.m. Just yourselves. Pizza and cheap wine. XOXOX Us.'

Ginger and I looked at each other, grinned kind of sheepishly, and nodded. We'd be there.

Ginger said, "I can't believe how exhibitionist we all were last night. I've never done anything like that in my life and I know you haven't. What were we thinking?"

I laughed, "I think we were all thinking with too much Chardonnay in our system. Looking back on it, I think it was fun and very arousing. I'll probably get hard every time I think about it from now on."

Gin nodded, "I was so turned on. My orgasms were so good."

"Me, too. That was like we had our own private porn channel, only without the close-ups."

Ginger punched me in the arm. "You would want to get closer, wouldn't you? What do you want next, Smell TV?"

I teased, "Oh, great idea. I'd prefer Taste TV first, however."

I went for a morning run of seven miles before it got too hot. I drank a gallon of water after I got back to the house. I felt really good. I sat at my computer for several hours working on a PowerPoint presentation for my client in the Bay Area. I'd also wrangled a meeting with a potential client in Atlanta on the upcoming Tuesday. I could travel up and back in the same day.

Dinnertime, we cut through the shrubbery to next door. To our surprise, Doug, Jo, and Beth had bought and assembled a new outdoor picnic set. All the pieces looked brand new like fresh cut wood – the benches and long table, as well as several side tables. They'd also gotten three large doublewide chaises with thick cushions on them. I could tell that they were used to living near the water in Florida because everything was heavy so it wouldn't blow away in the wind, plus cushions were tied on.

Jo and Beth came bursting out of the house having seen us arrive. They were in bathing suits just like we were. Jo came to me and wrapped me into a hug, but I knew that changed a second later into an embrace with some meaning behind it. Also, instead of one of those social hugs where barely any body parts touch, in this one Jo had pressed her body against mine from knees to shoulder, particularly our groins. She kissed me solidly on the lips, and then before I could recover from my surprise she did it again.

I mumbled, "Wow!"

Beth replaced Jo a second later. She was shorter, but no less enthusiastic about a full body hug and groin grind to go with her kisses. I could get used to this and told her so. She grinned and gave me another brief kiss.

I looked over and Ginger and Doug were similarly engaged. I gave a little grin as they kissed for the fourth time. I felt that he might become habit forming for Ginger.

Nothing else was said about what happened the night before for over an hour as we barbecued and ate. We also got a preliminary look inside the house at their unpacking and handiwork. Walls and ceilings had been painted, various posters and paintings hung, many by Beth, and furniture that had been covered in dust wraps was finally unveiled. They had a comfortable home.

Every room still contained a few cardboard boxes in one corner or another, but they'd obviously spent hours unpacking and carefully putting out their possessions in some kind of optimal arrangement.

Over dinner I somehow got to talking about mergers and acquisitions and the potential client I had in Atlanta. That in turn led to a discussion about how we marketed and signed up business, and that led to a discussion about pricing our work, which in turn led to a discussion about how we charged for a billable hour. Doug, Beth, and Jo nearly fell out of their seats when Ginger told them that we charged between $500 and $1,000 per hour.

"Holy shit," Doug said with his voice touched with awe, "our lawyer is less than half that and I thought that he was outrageous."

I shrugged, "Part of it is what traffic will bear, but part of it is based on our earning our fees for our clients by ensuring they take the right steps in multi-million or even multi-billion dollar deals. They're more motivated in some ways because they're paying us so much. We cap it off at eight hour days, but usually work longer, and we usually don't charge for our travel or admin time."

"So, what is a typical job for you?"

I let Ginger respond, "Usually between $500,000 and $1.5 million, but often we have some heavy expenses. We often pay outside firms for competitive analyses by a third party out of that, too, if we need it. A job might be even larger if we're involved in doing Due Diligence for or with somebody. We know which rocks to look under, and how to spot if someone is being creative in their accounting. Not much remains hidden after we show up."

Doug probed, "Why do companies even want to do an MA, as you call it?"

I replied, "It's a chance to grow rapidly, increase shareholder value if done right, capture some competitive posture – for instance, some bit of RD that's about to come to fruition, and a way to turn cash-on-hand into some higher earning assets. Companies also do it to diversify and thus protect themselves more in an economic downturn. Sometimes, what they buy they get at a bargain; the selling company is shucking off a cumbersome asset that's not working for them."

"So, why do they need you?"

"According to one study of 150 recent deals valued at $500M or more, about half actually destroyed shareholder wealth, and another third contributed only marginally to it. The wrong merger or acquisition can actually kill a company or seriously maim it. Our opinion is that it's easier to do that than to get the right deal done in the right way. So far, we have a great track record with companies that followed our recommendations."

"And you know the right way?"

"We think we have a methodology to help companies evaluate things like the financials and fit, highlighting where the friction points will be. As I said, we've got an enviable track record. When we had so much business we couldn't meet the demand, that's when we increased our billing rate." I grinned and laughed aloud.

"So, you're greedy?" Jo teased.

"Just preparing for a day when what we know will be outmoded by the next pair of smart consultants or consulting firm that has a better mousetrap. So far, that hasn't happened yet. We've often won in competitive situations, and part of that is because we are often cheaper to do the job then others are: more bang for the buck or more value for the consulting dollar."

Doug rolled his eyes, "I wanna do what you do. College teachers' salaries are not the highest in the pecking order."

I shrugged. I truly didn't know what to do with a wish like that other than to treat the statement rhetorically.

Jo derailed that discussion quite suddenly and brought all of us to a standstill. "I liked what we all did last night. I was so aroused that even when we stopped I was still horny."

Ginger grinned, "We loved watching you all fuck and make love. It was hot and arousing. I came really hard, and so did Steve."

I teased, "I can speak for myself. Yes, exactly what she said." I pointed at Ginger. "We never would have done that even a month ago. You inspired all of us."

Beth teased, "Can we do it again? I liked it, too. Doug really got worked up watching the two of you fuck right next to your bedroom window. Turn on more lights next time; we often could only see your silhouettes, but sometimes that was enough; you know Tab A going back and forth in Slot B." She giggled.

I admitted, "Yeah, I wanted to see more, too, and you were well lit up the way you had the lights."

Jo asked, "So, what was wrong?"

I laughed, "I was thirty feet away and I didn't have binoculars."

Gin also laughed, "Plus he wanted to sniff and taste."

Jo snickered, "Maybe next time."

That night without any preparation or planning we repeated the sex acts of the night before. The only difference was that Doug rolled one of his new cushioned chaises as close as he could to our bedroom window and still enable us to see them. Now, the distance was only twenty feet, or so.

Ginger and I left the bedroom lights on as we performed. Doug and his wives were practically in a spotlight, we could see them so well. Again, everybody came. Doug deposited his load in Beth and Jo ate her out, digging out the effluent and then snowballing it with Doug and Beth before it was gone.

Ginger egged me on to do the same to her. I'd never eaten her out AFTER I came in her, but I was so horny and hyped up, I did exactly that. I'd been over-estimating the horrid taste for over two decades. It wasn't bad, and snowballing the wodge with Gin was sexy as all hell.

Monday was more of a normal day. Tuesday, I left the house early for my flight to Atlanta. I spent the day up there selling the job successfully, and that included having dinner with the client and then racing to the airport for one of the last flights back to Tampa. I made the flight and rolled into my own driveway about eleven o'clock. Some lights were on, so I knew Ginger was up and about. I didn't bother to try to stay quiet as I came into the house.

There was no one on the first floor, and things were neat suggesting she hadn't done dinner at home. I went upstairs stripping my clothes away and getting ready for bed. To my surprise Ginger wasn't there either.

I glanced out the window and noticed that my neighbor's Jacuzzi was in some kind of dim light that hadn't been there before. There were four people in the spa, and Ginger was one of them. At that moment she and Jo were passionately kissing. One of Jo's hands was fondling one of Gin's naked breasts, two fingers rubbing the nipple between them as my wife moaned and kissed her lover harder.

My cock sprang to a near instant hard-on. Doug and Beth were also making out. I slipped on my bathing suit and some flip-flops and went back downstairs, and through the hedge.

I watched the foursome in the hot tub for a moment and then asked, "Is there room for one more in there?"

All four bodies snapped to attention. Several voices said, "Yes. We're so glad you're back. We need another male. We have too much estrogen in here."

Ginger stood up to welcome me as I started to get into the tub. She was nude – beautifully and wonderfully naked. She held up a hand and said, "No bathing suits or clothing allowed. Lose the suit."

I hesitated, but she was smiling and the others were also snickering. I rose to the dare, and yanked my suit downwards and off. My hard-on sprang up to point at the North Star, and I descended from the small deck into the tub.

Beth welcomed me by pressing her naked body against me and nearly smothering me with several hot kisses, the last several of which involved her tongue trying to find my tonsils.

Ginger got to me next, and as she kissed me she also grabbed hold of my cock and gave it a few strokes. She whispered to me, "This is all that's happened. We had dinner down on Riverwalk until an hour ago. We've been teasing each other since we got back and were waiting for you."

Jo pulled me to her nude body and also kissed me with great passion. I felt confident in our relationship enough that I fondled one of her breasts and then did the nipple pinch and rub thing she'd been doing to Ginger when I looked out the window. I glanced up at the window, and there was no way they couldn't have known I was up there watching.

Jo and I also shared some French kisses as the others looked on. Jo also took hold of my cock and stroked it slowly as we stood in the middle of the hot tub. In my younger days I would have ejaculated nearly instantly and probably propelled myself out of the tub as the 'equal and opposite reaction' clause of Newton's Law took over. That night there was still so much to consider I easily resisted but enjoyed the touching.

I glanced back at Ginger. She was now French kissing with Doug, and ... even more to my surprise ... she was holding his cock in her right hand and slowly twisting her hand around the shaft. I groaned. Now, suddenly, I felt I had to fight the urge to jettison every molecule of semen in my body. I understood that was not standard protocol in a Jacuzzi.

Ginger stopped a moment or two later. She announced, "Well, tomorrow is almost here. I think we should head home and get our beauty sleep. We do hope that you'll continue to enjoy your hot tub for a few more minutes."

Gin got out of the tub, and gestured for me to follow. We both picked up our suits from the surrounding patio, and just walked home naked. Minutes later, we were at the upstairs window looking down at our neighbors.

Jo stood on one of the seats leaning over Beth, who sucked on her breasts. Doug was behind Jo with his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. I opened the window so we could hear, but the reality soundtrack was just panting and groans and grunts of sexual satisfaction.

I penetrated Ginger as she leaned against part of the window frame. We were well lit, and I could see Beth and the others frequently watching the two of us only a few feet away as we made love. Gin's moans of ecstasy carried out the window and right down to our friends. I exploded in my wife's pussy, pumping a full load into her.

A few minutes later, on our bed and invisible to our friends, I ate Ginger's cunt clean again, also sharing what I discovered there with her. We slept soundly after that.

Chapter 3 – Renegotiation and Consummation

I ran in the morning, took a dip in the pool to cleanup and cool off, and then started working on the proposal for the Atlanta prospect. I thought the deal was all but done, but we needed the paperwork completed.

Shortly before lunch, Ginger came into my home office. "Can we go out to lunch? We have a couple of things to talk about."

I agreed, and so I quickly jotted some noted into the Word document I'd been typing, and we headed out. We ended up almost to Anna Maria Island at a place called the Tide Tables. We got a table under an umbrella and ordered.

Ginger took the bull by both horns. "Do you think we should declare that we have an open marriage?"

I looked my wife straight in the eye, "Yes, that does seem like an appropriate question for the day. I guess when I think about the past couple of weeks, we've started sliding down a slippery slope. You're right. It's better that we address it beforehand. I guess my honest answer is 'Yes', but we probably need to set some rules or boundaries or something."

Ginger looked relieved. "I was worried you'd say no. I am so turned on by those three people next door I am wet all day long every day. Last night I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about what we were doing in the hot tub and I ended up masturbating right next to you – and that was after we'd made love."

I snickered, "You should have awoken me. I would have joined you, or we could have even made love again. Tell me what you're feeling and what you want?"

Ginger blushed. She said in a near whisper, "I want to fuck Doug until I'm gushing his sperm out of my ears, and then do whatever I can to make love with Beth and Jo. How's that for you staid, proper, measured, middle-age, and highly self-controlled wife."

I grinned, "An honest appraisal, I can see. I feel the same way about Jo and Beth. They both turn me on. I can go further, maybe. I feel romantic about them. Protective. And, yes, I want to fuck their lights out. Both of them."

"You're not mad at me for wanting to have sex with another man?"

I shook my head and replied, "Are you mad at me for wanting to have sex with two other women?"

Gin said, "No, and I do, too."

I said, "So, moving right along to rules and boundaries, should there be any?"

Gin said, "I didn't think that far ahead about this discussion. Give me a minute."

I sipped my beer and Gin her white wine. Having alcohol at lunch was a rarity for us. I figured this was a special occasion. We were in the process of renegotiating our marriage contract.

I commented, "In essence, we're rewriting our marriage contract. We need to write down whatever we decide."

Ginger grinned, "And we should both sign it showing that we agree and abide."

Our plates of food arrived. We ate in relative silence as we both thought about things.

I raised one issue, "Should we limit ourselves to our three neighbors?"

Gin thought for a minute and said, "I think not. What if one of them brings another hot girl or guy into the mix, and we're there with them. We'd want the freedom to join in. Beth said she had a really hot boyfriend somewhere."

I asked, "Have you ever wanted to become intimate with any of your clients?"

"Oh, no. Not directly. There have been a couple of guys I met incidental to being there, but I never did anything. It would have been easy."

"I think it's easier for a woman to attract a guy, than the other way around. There have been some situations where I've been working, but like you I've kept them at bay."

"So, the answer is that we open up everything."

"I don't want to lose you to some romantic attachment," I told Ginger. I reached across the table and squeezed her hand. "I think any person is acceptable, but we should go out of our way to try to get them introduced to the other of us. Either that, or we see them together."

"I don't want to lose you either. So, we can become 'romantic', but not to the extent that our marriage gets threatened. I hope I can see that line in the sand when the time comes."

"Yeah, me, too." We were both trying to think what that 'line' would look like.

I asked, "Are there any sex acts or things that we should make off limits?"

Gin snickered. "I think not. Once we get involved who knows what will happen. You've had all of me every which way, so you got everything first – all three cherries. Maybe there are some novel sex toys out there we haven't tried, but I can't think of much else we might do that would be significantly different from the sex we've already done with each other."

I asked, "What about sharing with each other what we do or have done?"

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"Oh, and do we need to get permission ahead of time?"

I'd had this discussion with Gin years earlier. "Gin, I don't own you. You are not my chattel. You don't need permission. That implies ownership. As for me, I would love a blow-by-blow, suck-by-suck, and fuck-by-fuck communication from you about whatever you do. This is not because I would be angry or anything like that. Imagining you with Doug or another man or woman turns me on immensely. I want to bathe in the experience, almost like being there with you, even when it's days later."

"So, you don't want to know ahead of time?"

"No, I do, but it's not a requirement. I'd like to know, but only because it will have me thinking of you in all of the various possibilities that the day or evening will bring with whatever man it is. My brain will conger up all sorts of sex-laden situations with you doing outrageous things with him ... or her. Do it. Send me a text or even a photograph or video clip. Make me a cuckold or some kind of man you're teasing to the limits."

"That goes both ways. If you were to tell me you had a 'hot date' for dinner along with a picture of some beautiful woman, I'd flood my crotch thinking about you fucking the shit out of her as dessert. I'd want to hear all about it, too, plus I might like to lick her clean after you're done." Ginger giggled.

I chuckled and asked, "What about the element of time? How much time will you spend with this person? Would you go away and leave me for a weekend or week with him or her? What about a date night or overnight?"

Ginger thought about those as we ate. She said, "If we're getting to where we're making decisions to spend more time with someone else than each other, I think that's very dangerous. I think the underlying motivation is more important. We spend a lot of time apart as it is, what with our crazy traveling and meeting up in places a thousand miles from home.

"On the other hand, I can think of a situation where some guy I've met suggests some kind of special weekend for some unique event. I might like to go, and yet there's nothing dangerously romantic about it. I could imagine a trip to New York for some unique performance, just to create one scenario."

I said, "We should maybe talk about what it is ahead of time. I wouldn't object to evenings or overnights, those are arousing. As a steady diet, they become dangerous."

Gin said, "Unless we're in the situation together, I think we shouldn't be apart for sexual endeavors alone more than one day or evening a week. More than that, something may be developing that'd be hard to put the brakes on."

"On the other hand, if we run into a situation at one of our client sites where we can have beautiful sex every night, I'd say go for it."

Gin nodded, "Okay. I like that and it's more in keeping with reality."

I commented, "I guess we also eliminated the locale in that discussion, at least by way of your scenario. We can be anywhere geographically."

Gin said, "I agree. We can be anywhere geographically. Sleepovers are also fine if the other isn't around. I'm thinking about what we're each on the road and have met somebody special."

"I agree."

Gin said, "What about when we can be together?"

"If we can be together then I think it's fine to put the emphasis of the night on the other people we aren't normally with. I think I will like the idea of watching you having sex with someone else – male or female. I watched you kiss Doug and fondle his cock; my God that was arousing. I felt a jolt right to my cock."

Gin said, "I'd love to have him fuck me right next to you fucking Jo or Beth. I'd have so many orgasms just from the visual stimulation. When you and each of the women were nude and hugging I flooded out sex juices."

I teased, "Fucking side-by-side can be arranged." After a pause I added, "If we have the option to remain together versus going off to separate rooms I'd like us to opt for staying together so we can watch each other. I'd really like the opportunity to watch you, although I might be preoccupied with my own partner."

"I like that, too," Gin said. She added, "When we are apart and we know something is going on, I also think we should have some kind of a rule that we check-in with each other every few hours. I think there are multiple benefits of that."

"I like that. I don't think we need to get up in the middle of the night to do it, but if you were on an overnight, I'd like a text maybe as you go to bed or whatever, and then when you get up."

"Yeah, me, too." Gin was thinking about other areas.

I added, "On a related point, if one of us isn't around but is nearby, I think the other has permission to start up something and follow their bliss. Say I'm on my way home from some gig and you have another Jacuzzi experience. I'd say go ahead and turn it into a small orgy and get your brains fucked out even though my arrival is imminent. You don't have to wait."

"Good idea, you too," Gin said.

I said, "One thing I want to emphasize is that at no time do we disrespect the other person. If someone asks about how we're into this new lifestyle, we are doing it by mutual agreement. We are open, communicative, and honest about what's going on. Everyone is respected just as they are now. There are no slurs or excuses or anything needed to justify behavior or what not."

I went on, "If someone we are seeing starts to undermine or bad talk the other of us, I think that should be grounds for reexamining what you're doing and also calling it the other's attention. No badmouthing. We honor each other all the time and make sure our partners do, too."

Gin said, "I agree. Neither of us should 'slut shame' the other, too. For instance, I don't want to make love with Doug, and have that open a door where you can call me names or things I don't want. I know we play talk some of that stuff, but maybe we should reconsider or at least be highly sensitive to any name-calling – like calling me a slut. Maybe it's the setting and motivation it's used in. I don't mind it in the heat of passion, though."

I said, "Maybe in the same vein, if one of us vetoes a person the other is interested in, I think that should stick, at least until we can have a calm, cool, and collected discussion about why the veto has been levied."

"Oh, that's good. One of us might be losing their objectivity and the other can see the whole picture and where the relationship might be headed. I like that."

I commented, "I think we also want to be careful about who we're engaging, especially if they're married or in a relationship with someone else. We don't want to become the 'Other Woman' or 'Other Man' in some deteriorating relationship. We need to honor the people we're thinking of hooking up with just as we want them to honor our relationship and both of us.

Gin nodded, "I agree and I have one more thought. When either of the kids is home I think that we should hide our involvement with our neighbors and anybody else. I don't want to be in a position where we have to explain our sex life and proclivities and open marriage to them."

I nodded. "Well said. Even if they did find out, I think they should mind their own business. No problem with me on keeping it quiet. I think they're pretty self-centered so wouldn't notice anything that didn't directly affect them in some way."

We were thoughtful and finished up our lunch and drinks. We walked around the area a bit, playing tourists in an area only a couple of miles from our home. Once we were in the car on the way home, Gin asked, "What now?"

"Let's write it up, re-read it, be sure we still like it, and show it to our new friends for their suggestions. They've been in this game longer. Doug kind of suggested that they'd written theirs down as well, so our request probably won't be a surprise."

That afternoon I finished my proposal and ran it by Ginger for her comments and editing. While she was doing that I typed up what I could remember from our lunch discussion. My memory is pretty good, so I thought I had a credible rendition.

She gave me back my client proposal and I gave her the two pages of bullet points that represented our Open Marriage Agreement. Leave it to two left-brain consultants to turn some freelance sex into bullet points. Gin had some good additions and edits, and then printed out the pages. We were ready to talk to our neighbors, but I suggested that we get more of a definitive expression of their desire to engage in sex with us before we took them for granted by asking for their input to our OMA.

At cocktail time, I poured us each a glass of wine; we put on bathing suits, and went outside for a late afternoon swim in the pool. We were just getting out of the pool when Jo came through the gap in the hedge separating our lot from theirs.

Jo gave us each short kisses and then she stood in front of me with her hands on her hips. She looked challenging. She said clearly, "Are you Wolf and SteveWallace?"

I tried to play dumb for a moment, not exactly knowing how much she knew. "Wolf? Steve Wallace?" I postured.

"Yes, Wolf – the writer of erotica on the Internet. You wrote a short story about your new neighbors and put it up two days ago, right after we had our sexy time with both of you in our hot tub. I expect I'll see the same story under the name SteveWallace, too."

I nodded, "Oh, that Wolf. Yes, I am that persona. That's my pseudonym when I write. I have several others, too, but on another website – SteveWallace, Romantic1, and TLCgiver. Usually, I write about some polyamorous situation, but most of my stories are laced with a lot of hot sex. I believe in happy endings, too."

Jo smiled, "I know. I read a few of the shorter ones. I thoughtRoad Trip andDad and the Emo Girlwere some of the best stories I'd ever read. I was going to ask you earlier, but I got sidetracked. The description of the situation, the house, the geography, and local restaurants, all caught my attention. I had started to narrow it down when your new story went up. That's about us, isn't it?"

I chuckled, "Not yet, it's not."

"Jo laughed, "You mean because we haven't had sex yet. I liked being Joan in the story; not too transparent you might say. Beth became Bethany, and Doug became Don. You did a piss poor job of disguising who you were writing about." She laughed.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Only that you haven't made love to me the way the character Steve in the story does with Joan."

I commented, "I didn't do that expecting you to find the story, and even if I did I was not writing to put pressure on you to do something with me or Ginger."

"Oh, yes, I forget that Ginger became Ginny in your story. You lack imagination when it comes to names."

"So, are we still friends?" I asked in a sincere tone.

"Oh, heck yes. Beth and Doug are at home reading different stories I recommended to them. We already like the way you write. Now, we just have to complete the story you started with us in it."

I smiled, "Maybe there's no ending to it. I have trouble ending most of my stories, especially the long ones."

"Maybe we can all help by tossing ideas around with you."

"I'll remember that. In the meantime, we have a couple of pages that Ginger and I were talking about earlier that we'd like someone or all of you in your family to read and help us with." I went to the table and took the two pages out from under one of the paperweights we use outside.

Jo took the pages and read, "Oh, an Open Marriage Agreement. This sounds interesting. This is for the two of you. The fact you're doing this ahead of time is a huge step in the right direction to keep conflicts and ill feelings from erupting."

I handed Jo a pen, and she sat at the table and started to read. I noted that she kept nodding. Ginger came and sat next to me.

At the end of the two pages, Jo turned to us. "Who, what, why, where, when, and how. You've got most of them covered. Let me ask you this; why do you want to have sex or relationships outside your marriage?"

Ginger and I were silent. We looked at each other.

I said, "Jo, I am drawn to Beth and you in ways I find hard to explain without using romantic terminology or somewhat coarser sexual vocabulary. I like you both a lot and I like Doug, but not in a sexual way. That's not my thing. I would like to get closer to you, to bond with you, and to be extremely physical with you.

"You arouse me. You are sexy and say and do sexy things, things that intrigue me and make me horny and desirous of you two. You are not an alternative to Ginger. You are an AND not an OR to me. I am not a cheater, and would never pursue anything without Ginger and Doug and Beth being part and parcel of the whole scene. Those pages are part of being sure we're on the same page.

Ginger spoke, "I am in the same place Steve is, except I do want a sexual relationship with Doug. I will only do that if it poses no risk to the relationships he has with Beth and you. We're not cheaters and we don't want to encourage others to do that just to satisfy our arousal, horniness, and attraction to them."

I picked up the thread again, "I am not bored or disenchanted with my marriage or Ginger. I love her with all my heart. I am discovering I can have those feelings AND rising affection for at least two other women. I guess if you want to add in maybe Ginger and I are suffering from some kind of mid-life crisis. We want our cake and eat it, too. We want our great marriage AND interesting, enriching, exciting, sexual, and intriguing relationships with other people."

Ginger was nodding in agreement as I talked.

Jo handed the pages back to us, "Then I have no comments. This is deeper and better thought out than the one Doug, Beth, and I did. You are both serious about this, and this shows a lot of caring about each other the way you wrote this and the subjects you addressed. Thank you sharing. Maybe some day soon we'll share ours with you in a turnabout."

Jo said, "Doug, Beth, and I talked about swapping with you two last night when we were in bed. You already know we like you both – a lot. We're as drawn to you as you apparently are to us. We have done a few things to each other to test our ability to withstand jealousy or other dark feelings. We had none.

"You are not at risk of having one or two of us start to depend on you for emotional, intellectual, or spiritual support. Moreover, we believe in transparency the same way you apparently do." She gestured to the pages.

"We're not on an ego trip, are not collecting notches on our bed post, and we have no kinks, fetishes, or weird BDSM desires to worry about, so leave the handcuffs at home. We're pretty plain vanilla. You've watched us. There isn't much more except our desire to be with you."

I said, "I think that once we start we will want to continue. Neither Ginger nor I are looking at our relationship with you three as a one-time transaction."

Jo came and kissed me in a very tender way, and then repeated the kiss with Ginger.

Jo said, "Let's go next door, and tell the others that we're all ready to share ourselves with each other in a large body of friends and lovers."

The five of us ate together in a makeshift dinner with dishes from both homes. We were all half-naked. For the men, that meant little, but the three women were topless and enjoying the open air and the sun on their full bodies as they moved in and out of the sunny spots on Doug, Beth, and Jo's patio.

The sun had pretty well gone by the time we finished dinner. We sat around talking about the pros and cons of a new condominium project about a mile away but still on Palma Sola Bay. We worried about the impact on our property values.

Doug stood and stripped off his bathing suit. The rest of us shed our remaining clothing and we either dove or walked down the steps into the swimming pool. Ginger and I loved skinny-dipping, so this was somewhat routine for us particularly at times like this when we weren't as visible to boats in the bay. What wasn't routine was that I ended up with the naked bodies of Jo and Beth in my arms, and Doug caressed my wife's nude body to his. There was a lot of kissing and touching going on, too.

Both girls had me put my hands on their breasts. I'd never been with two women at the same time before. In fact, Ginger was the only woman I'd ever been with and I knew I was the only man she'd ever had sex with.

Beth and Jo took turns kissing me. I felt their erect nipples glide back and forth across the palm of my hand and my chest. This was some new kind of heaven.

Jo led me to the shallow end and had me sit on the side. I guessed what was coming, but when it happened I about blasted my load. Both Beth and Jo started to slaver over my cock, one taking the end in their mouth as the other ran their set tongue down the side and then lapped and played with my balls.

On top of what was happening to me, a few feet away Ginger was on the side of the pool and Doug had just lowered his head to perform cunnilingus on her. She jerked almost violently when his tongue made first contact with her sex, and then moaned as his entire mouth covered her clit and he started to lap and make love to her. My cock got harder than granite watching the two of them.

Beth knew how to bring me to the edge and back me down. The third time she did that, I slid back into the water and lifted her onto the edge of the pool. I lifted Jo up next to her co-wife. My face went into Beth's crotch with my tongue ready for action. Fingers of my right hand sought out Jo, just the way I'd watched Doug do to them one night not too long ago.

Beth came, and I immediately moved my mouth to Jo's slit and clit, as my fingers gently massaged Beth's sex.

Jo teased me with dirty talk. "Which of us are you going to fuck first? You have two willing pussies that have wanted your cock deep inside them for weeks. Can you cum in both of us? We love to be awash with our lover's cum. If you do that maybe you'd like to watch the two of us do a sixty-nine and eat your cum out of each other? Do you eat cum? Doug will eat his cum from our pussies. We need to show you how to do that. It's really sexy except you get a lot more of us than you do of what you deposit in us. Beth and I generate gallons of girl juice and reliable sources tell us it tastes like the nectar of the gods."

My tongue was going wild inside Jo, until she too orgasmed, nearly crushing me as her legs came together around my head.

The three of us moved to one of the large chaises. I looked back at Ginger and she had been sucking on Doug's large shaft as he sat on the pool's edge. They also rose and went to another chaise that was only six feet from the one my trio claimed.

I was so erect I could have pounded nails with my cock. Jo pushed me down and mounted my mid-section. Beth said, "Jo is going to go first, but save some for me. You're going to eat me while she fucks you."

I grinned, "Not yet. I want to see Ginger and Doug couple for their first time."

Beth smiled and then made sure I had a good line of sight to their chaise.

Ginger layback and spread her legs wide. They were going to start in the missionary position, but I knew this was Gin's favorite because she also liked to the dominated a little.

Doug moved between her legs and she took hold of his shaft. She jerked him back and forth a few times and she said, "Now! Do it. Do me. OH, God. Please!" She let him go and he slapped his swollen cock against her slit. He leaned forward slightly, positioned the head about right and pushed forward. There was no trace of resistance. He slid inside my wife in one slow and complete penetration.

Ginger's moan of pleasure was unmistakable and will remain in my head forever. Another man was now fucking my wife, and I watched it happen. I'd watched the cock get positioned and then push into her body inch by inch until there was nothing left to see except their two naked bodies as they started to dance together – to fuck.

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Jo had waited patiently as we watched our spouses. She kissed me hard, and then positioned my cock against her vaginal opening. She slid her body down my erect cock, her warmth surrounded me, and the stimulation of being in a new pussy almost took me to the edge. I focused on Beth. She nudged me back so she could mount my head. I started to eat her again, but I also felt the flood of some of her girl juice drip into my mouth. This will be an interesting woman to enjoy sex with. She tasted divine.

I heard my wife praise the feel, the attention, the kisses, the stimulation, and the sex with my neighbor. In my mind, I could see that initial penetration over and over again despite Beth's beautiful pussy acting as a blindfold.

After a few minutes, we repositioned. I started to fuck Jo in the doggy position and Beth slipped in front of her to have her pussy eaten at the same time. I could also lean forward and kiss Beth or play with her tits.

The girls again changed positions, and then Beth was on her back while I fucked her and Jo's pussy had been lowered to her mouth to get eaten and sucked on. Jo and I kissed with our tongues dancing between our mouths.

Ginger rode Doug only a few feet away by that time. Our eyes locked together, and there was love and recognition, but no time for anything other than to stare at each other and know that we were each in some garden of bliss at the pleasures we were enjoying. Each of our concentrations resided with our partners. Gin changed position and went back to the missionary position. I heard her plead with Doug to 'Fuck her hard'.

The next I knew I had cum and cum hard deep inside Beth. We were moaning and Jo was holding both of us. Beside us Ginger and Doug had stopped fucking and I took that to mean she had a load of his cum in her pussy.

As we separated, I had a flag to hoist. I almost chuckled aloud with hubris as I went down on Beth and used two fingers to help empty out her quim as I sucked the effluent and saved it in my mouth. When there was no more to be had, I brought it up and snowballed the mix with her and Jo. Doug watched us and seemed impressed. Gin gave me a smile. She knew this was my new 'trick' but didn't rat me out to our new lovers. I did watch as Doug went down on her, also sucking his spend from inside her.

We all swam and drank some water, and then had a glass of wine. Ginger had come to me and wanted to be in my arms. I wanted her, too. We clutched each other and kissed. After a few minutes she whispered, "I want to do that again. Will you miss me?"

I kissed her with a smile and nudged her in Doug's direction. Jo and Beth came back into my arms and we had a second round. After a second swim Ginger and I went home without bothering with our swimsuits or any other clothing.

Once we were home I made love anew to my wife, and she with me. We were fevered lovers who just had to join together for any possible satisfaction. We fucked for a long time. We said crude things to each other – things we'd seen each other do only minutes earlier with someone else. We fucked and fucked, and worked ourselves up to a colossal pair of orgasms that seemed like a nuclear detonation when they actually happened.

We went to sleep still coupled together and wet with the perspiration of our ardor and passion together and with our other lovers.

Chapter 4 – Next Door Sex

Ginger and I both awoke on the early side. I think adrenalin still raced through both our bodies from the sex we'd had with our neighbors the night before.

Ginger took my face in both of her hands and kissed me. "I love you. I will always love you. Last night was fabulous, but being married to you and your attitude about what happened was and is spectacular. Thank you."

I grinned, "I wasn't exactly a passive spectator, you know. And I love you, too. I think we both had fun, and even got a heavy dose of romance with our neighbors." Just then my stomach made a loud grumbling sound, which provoked a laugh from my wife.

Gin said, "Come on. Let's feed the monster and stop the complaining."

I slipped on some running shorts, and Gin just followed me to the kitchen without bothering with clothing. I liked the effect that our new open marriage was having on her mode of dress.

I did a few rashers of bacon and then prepared scrambled eggs as Gin got us coffee, juice, place settings, and such arranged on the table. We ate and by silent agreement didn't talk about the huge gorilla sitting in the corner of the room.

Honestly, I was having difficulty thinking about what I wanted to say about it, other than I hoped we could keep doing what we did repeatedly, frequently, persistently, regularly, and often. My cock wouldn't subside, but remained partially erect all the time. I was worried if I expressed my feelings that Ginger would feel I was throwing her to the side in favor of Beth and Jo.

We did look at each other and smiled a lot – A LOT! Most of the smiles were sheepish admissions that we'd both had some very naughty fun. There was no doubt that my night with Jo and Beth, and Ginger's with Doug hadn't revitalized our marriage. I was ready to take my wife to bed for the day, and maybe the week. I'd heard someplace that reclamation sex is the best. I didn't want to wait. I kissed her again and again, and repeated my love over and over.

Just as we carried the last of our dishes to the sink, there was a rap-rap-rap on the back door. I opened it, and admitted Doug into our kitchen. He also wore some athletic shorts and not much else.

Ginger scurried across the room and threw her naked body into Doug's arms, as the two of them went into a lover's clench and shared some hard kisses that made my cock harden. Doug cupped her ass and obviously pulled her into his groin as they rubbed together. When her greeting of her new lover ended, she clutched his arm and gave me a sheepish smile.

Doug grinned, "That was the best and warmest welcome I've ever gotten anywhere. Thank you." He kissed the top of Gin's head, and then directed his attention to me.

Doug said, "I actually came to invite Steve to go to coffee with me. Call it a male-bonding thing, but I thought maybe we should talk after what happened last night. It's nothing bad, at least on our part. I just think we should clear the air – mano-a-mano, so to speak."

Ginger interrupted, "Oh, boo hiss. You didn't come by to plunder my middle-age body again. Maybe now that the sun is up and you see the flaws ..."

Doug stopped her, and picked her up over his shoulder as she squealed. He looked at me. "Can you recommend a place where I can show your wife how hot she is and how wrong she is about how attracted I am to her body, her mind, and her spirit?"

I pointed. "You may as well use the master bedroom. We have to change the linens anyway."

Doug trudged off in that direction carrying Ginger over his shoulder as she lightly pounded on his back in mock anger. I was laughing at her plight. The two of them were also laughing.

Doug tossed my naked wife in the middle of our bed. Before she'd stopped bouncing he was naked. He pushed her back and buried his face in her pussy, making exaggerated humming and licking sounds of lapping and sucking on her slit, her juices, and her clit. I watched from the doorway, getting even harder by the second.

After two minutes he rose over her body and carefully drove his hard cock deep inside my wife. Her legs went around his body almost automatically, and the two of them started to bang their bodies together as they fucked in our bed. Gin was moaning about how good it felt, and how nice he was, and how fabulous his cock felt buried deep in her sweet little and innocent pussy.

Doug told Ginger, "God, woman, you are so fucking loveable. I do love you. You are anything but the middle-age body next door. You are the hot girl next door that I am going to have to romance and fuck on a frequent basis because after only one dose, you have me hooked on you."

Doug and Ginger went at their fuck at a zealous pace. He soon warned that he wouldn't last long since it was his first fuck of the day. Ginger told him she also was about to cum. They went over the edge together only five minutes after their lovemaking began. I'd started to masturbate as I watched the two of them. They were unbelievably sexy and arousing. As they came, he thrust into her as each surge of his semen rifled into her cunt. Gin moaned in her climax about how she could feel the warmth of his cum spread deep inside her, and feel the explosions of each ejaculation inside her.

The pair kissed and made out for another couple of minutes and then Doug rolled off of her and just lay in an exhausted manner beside her.

Ginger looked at me and said, "I want my husband to come and make love to me right now. Please, Steve."

My hard cock slid right into her freshly used pussy and I started to enjoy the same kind of mating dance she'd just had with Doug. He'd barely moved beside us, mostly so he could watch our joining and pumping together. At one point he sucked on Ginger's nearest breast as I hammered away at her body. He reached down at one point and stroked some fingers against her clit even occasionally touching my shaft as it moved in and out of Ginger's sodden pussy.

Ginger coaxed Doug to bring his cock to her mouth. As I pistoned into her vagina, she sucked on his shaft – a shaft still wet with her juices and his cum. That was the sexiest thing I think I'd ever seen her do. I got harder and then proceeded to paste the inside of my wife's cunt with a gallon of my own hot man juice. She had locked eyes with me as she licked and sucked on Doug, never breaking eye contact. Further, she had a slight smile at the corners of her mouth. She was teasing me, the she-devil!

After I'd extracted and also fallen beside her opposite to Doug, Ginger layback leaking a lot of cum and looking between the two of us. She said, "Well, who's going to clean me up? You two made me a mess. You two should share responsibility for cleaning me."

My mind made some quick calculations, and I immediately leaned in and brought my mouth to her drippy pussy and sucked in some of the emissions from inside her. I even used two fingers to pull some of the semen and her girl juice from inside her. After a minute or so, I pulled away and turned to Doug. "Your turn."

Doug glanced at me but more at the expectant Ginger. He went down on her to finish the job. I walked away to take a quick shower.

When I got out of the shower, Doug was sitting on the edge of the bed while Gin remained lying next to him. I offered him a shower and he quickly took one. I got a towel for him, and soon we were both back in our shorts. We left Ginger to take what she promised would be a short nap full of sexual dreams and satisfied fantasies.

Doug drove us to a no-name coffee and pastry place on Cortez Road. We took a table outside, but on the shady side of the building after we'd each gotten a cup of joe.

Doug sighed loudly after we sat, "That WASN'T exactly how I thought the morning would go. You have a hot wife, and I couldn't resist making love to her again. I hope you're not upset."

I chuckled, "Do I look or act upset?"

"No, but there might be more turmoil going on inside your head. Uncertainty? Anger at me?"

I said, "We swapped wives, only you happened to have two of them. I fucked both of them." I paused and corrected, "No, I take that back. I made love to the two of them."

"But we've done group sex occasionally and are used to swapping around. This was your first time."

"Ginger and I have always been good at visualizing what something will be like when it happens. We talked about it before anything happened."

Doug asked, "Was there anything special about last night for you? Or this morning, for that matter."

I laughed, "Besides the whole 'fucking' night. Yes, the first time you penetrated Ginger's pussy. I watched as you sank your cock into her. I can't tell you how aroused that made me. Perhaps I need to apologize to Jo; we were about to do the same thing, but I just had to watch Ginger take you in inch-by-inch as you slid into her."

Doug nodded. "I remember the first time I saw Jo take another man's cock, and I'll never forget it. I know what you mean. We are so conditioned by society about having 'A WIFE' and her devotion and loyalty, and then suddenly she has another cock pushing inside her vagina and you can see she's loving every inch of it and second of the ensuing fuck."

I smiled, "Whenever I want a jolt of arousal, that's what I'll think about."

"What about the rest of what went on? This morning, too?"

"Well, I'm in love with two more women. I am not a threat to you, but I feel warm and husbandly towards your women."

Doug chuckled, "They're not 'MY' women, although they are my wives. They are their own persons. Believe me, if they hadn't wanted to participate and be with you, they wouldn't have been. I need to add, that as you love them, they also confessed their love for you last night and again this morning. One of the reasons I came over was to emphasize that Jo and Beth want a repeat engagement with you today, and probably everyday hereafter. I feel the same way about your wife."

I speculated, "I hadn't gotten that far with Ginger, but I venture to say she feels the same about you. We're all new 'toys' to each other."

Doug said, "Jo and Beth, but Jo especially, wants to have a 'girls only' event, too; maybe today, but no later than tomorrow. Jo is definitely bisexual. Members of both sexes turn her on, and she's fortunate that she truly enjoys sex with either genre. Beth is too, but I think she drifts more along with whatever Jo wants."

"She took the lead last night," I commented.

"That's good. I worry sometimes that she just 'goes along' with whatever is happening. You really appeal to her. Maybe it was the fact that you're both runners."

I tittered, "I'm almost old enough to be her father."

Doug grinned, "She'd probably play that game with you, if you're interested. Try her." He paused and said, "I guess I would like some guidance about how we move forward."

I smiled, "Shouldn't everyone be involved in answering that?"

Doug nodded, "As I mentioned, Beth is apt to just 'go along' with what she thinks is the prevailing wind."

"Oh, I think I see. My take on all of this is that we are now juiced up on New Relationship Energy. We have new people that love us and that we love. We are new toys, and new sex and love objects to each other. Every part of our bodies is sending hormones to our brains telling us to make love – to fuck – with our new lovers and to not even let them out of our sight.

"I think we could safely say 'Let it rip!' for a week or two before we even tried to rein things in, otherwise there'll be some frustrations. Maybe you and I should both be on the look out for someone going over the top, so to speak, in their emotions with us."

Doug was thoughtful and sipped his coffee. He asked, "Overnights?"

I thought to the discussion Gin and I had. "One or two is all right. Not back-to-back. That'd be too much separation for me."

Doug nodded. "Yeah, me too. You're right we should probably talk to everyone. Let's go plan a picnic lunch of some kind."

"How about a trip to the beach. We could shoot down to Coquina Beach in my SUV. Let's stop and buy lunch ingredients at the supermarket or get salads and subs along the way."

Two hours later we'd set up large beach umbrellas, laid out blankets, and established a beachhead at the north end of Coquina Beach. I chuckled because during World War II the beaches along the Gulf Coast had been used as practice sites to train troops exactly in how to wade ashore and establish a fortified position, particularly before D-Day. Given our beautiful weather, it was a crowded day with lots of kids around not too far away screaming in delight at the modest waves from the Gulf of Mexico.

Beth and Jo were barely wearing anything. Bikinis you could say, but I'm sure if a cop saw them they'd be arrested for indecent exposure. Ginger had achieved the same effect, and I'd commented on it at home. She'd gone back and found an even smaller bikini I'd bought her as a joke from Wicked Weasel. Shit. I was sure we'd all end the day in jail. I noted that both Doug and I had inflated cocks in our swimsuits.

Beth and Jo were also about as close to me as they could get without major conjoining surgery being involved. Ginger had replicated their move with Doug, almost raping the man in public as she draped her barely clad body all over his. She often took one of his hands and slipped it inside her suit to her breasts or even to her pussy. I heard her tell him, "I'm wet for you."

Once we all had a beer in our hands, I asked with a smile, "So, any rules or rule changes regarding our behavior for the next few week while we're all still a novelty to each other? Doug and I touched on the subject over coffee this morning, but thought you should all be involved in the answer to that question."

Ginger laughed, her sounds of joy being carried away by the stiff sea breeze, "I just want to fuck, fuck, fuck all the time. I want to fuck my husband. I want to fuck my toy boy and lover, Doug. And I'm quite sure I want to fuck my toy boy's wife and girlfriend. Oh, and I mean all the time. All the fucking time I want to be fucking, fuckers!" She grinned and writhed her body around in a sexy way.

Jo tittered. "Sounds like a plan to me." She rubbed my leg allowing her hand to run right up my thigh to the lump in my bathing suit that she was aggravating." She allowed her fingers to go under the suit and stroke the side of my cock. I went to full arousal. Damn!

I suggested, "I don't think we want to get too disconnected from our current spouses."

Ginger nodded, "I agree. We can make love with each other, but we need to keep touching base and communicating with our primary partners."

Doug said, "I asked Steve about overnights, and he suggested we not do them back-to-back. I thought that was a good idea. Anybody else?"

The others nodded. Beth said, "I love Doug and Jo. I also am falling in love with Steve, and I'm sure once we have the opportunity I'll add Ginger to that list. You're right, they're new baubles that I want to play with, and I mean have sex with them ALL the time." She gave a grin to Ginger, and then leaned over so they could share a really sexy kiss.

Beth said, "Doug told us he had a quickie with Ginger this morning while Steve watched and then participated. I applaud the spontaneity of the three of them. For the time being, I'd say we should all just respond that way. Let the sex come as it comes. Seek out your partners as you see fit and as the mood strikes. Steve could have just as easily come over to our house this morning and made love with Jo and-or me. We would have loved it. Steve, you may take that as a huge hint!" She gave a lecherous grin.

Doug said with some seriousness, "One thing we've learned in our relationship is not to keep score. We aren't aiming at a tie in the number of fucks or orgasms everyone has, or a balanced number of sexual encounters between the families or individuals within some time period of a day, week, or month. Doing that fosters strange emotions and reactions. Things shouldn't be forced to some standard."

Jo commented, "I read the Open Marriage Agreement that Ginger and Steve wrote. I think if we kind of stick to that, we'll keep ourselves horny, satisfied, entertained, and married to the people we're currently married to."

Our discussions didn't product any further rules and no rule changes occurred to what Ginger and I had fundamentally agreed with each other. One thing that did get discussed, mostly because of a plea from Ginger, was some discussion with Jo and Beth about what lesbian sex was like. Doug and I left the two women and took a walk along the tideline for about a mile south to what one person told us was called 'Beer Can Beach' because there were a million uncollected cans tossed there from the boats that were usually full of underage but drinking teens after a weekend.

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When we got back, I noticed that Ginger was curled up with Jo and they were kissing. It was subtle and no one around seemed to have noticed the romantic pair. Ginger had a leg thrown over one of Jo's and they were kind of grinding together. They separated as we arrived back and gave us both goofy grins.

Ginger said to me, "I feel like I am entering a new lifestyle just like when I left home to go to college, or got my driver's license, or when I turned twenty-one and could drink legally, or even when I lost my virginity to you. I feel like I've been living in a place with high walls all around it, and suddenly those walls are gone."

I chuckled, "Well, in a way you're right. You have the freedom to go in any direction and do anything at all. Make your choices carefully. Realize that every minute of every day you are making choices about what to do or not do. Not doing is a choice, too. I hereby encourage you to choose to be daring."

Ginger threw her wrist to her forehead and said in a theatrical tone, "Decisions. Decisions. Decisions. Whatever shall I do? I think I will pack up all the stuff around me, go home, tell you two men to enjoy a swim, and spend a couple of hours fucking my new best female friends. Do you suppose BFF actually stands for 'best fucking friends'?"

We more or less went along with what Gin had suggested. By that time we'd spend almost three hours at the beach, and despite sunblock and our umbrellas we'd all gotten a hefty dose of solar energy. We all had Florida tans as starters, so no one was burnt.

At the house the women immediately disappeared to our bedroom and shut the door. Well, that message was clear. Doug and I carried in the coolers and other beach paraphernalia, and then went into my media room.

I said to Doug, "I am about to be a baaaaaad boy."

He gave me a questioning look. I turned on the TV as I messed around with my iPhone. Suddenly, up on the large TV screen came the scene of what was going on in my bedroom. Three nude females were arranged in a daisy chain on the large bed. Each woman was eating out someone else as she got eaten.

Doug inhaled sharply, "Holy shit! We can watch them? You devil."

I nodded as I also started the video recorder. We have security cameras around the house. Normally, they work on their own if we're not around and they sense motion, but I can override them and also record with a different app."

"But ... holy shit ... you have the three of them nearly life size on this screen and in high resolution. This is hotter than hell and better than porn."

I turned up the sound. Jo was giving directions to the other two and all three of them were moaning as they neared their first round of orgasms. I especially watched Ginger, but I could see she was taking to sapphic sex like a duck to water. Even in the dim light left after the room-darkening shades were pulled I could see how wet and shiny her face was from eating out her new female lovers.

Jo showed Ginger how to use her fingers on Beth and then the trio went back into the daisy chain. Beth and then Jo had orgasms; strong ones that made them ask the lover of their sex to pause for a few minutes.

Doug asked, "Does Ginger know you can do this?"

"Yes. She may even know right now, but is probably uncertain whether I am – whether you're with me. I didn't say anything as they went off with each other. On the other hand, she's smart and she'll guess that I brought you right in here and got the three of them on the big screen." I zoomed in slightly to where Beth was then eating Ginger's pussy as she fingered her vagina.

Doug and I watched in silence. Both of us kept adjusting our cocks in our bathing suits. He finally said, "God, I want to jerk off watching them."

I said, "Save it. I have a bet with myself that they'll ask us to come and join them before too much longer. We both have something they all want." I laughed and then stroked the outside of my bathing suit to enjoy a little of my arousal. I soon got us each another beer.

Thirty minutes later, Ginger appeared at the door to the media room. She laughed, "Oh, you naughty boys have been watching us. I hope you're hot and worked up. I kind of guessed you would be. I would have. We want the two of you to join us, that is if you want a little of what you've been watching."

Doug and I scrambled to follow Ginger back to the bedroom shedding our beach clothes along the way. By the time we got to the bedroom door, Ginger was pulling Doug along by his very erect cock.

Jo grabbed me in a lip lock as soon as I came in the door. She almost demanded, "Foreplay not needed. I need your cock deep inside – very deep." She pulled me to the bed, layback, spread her legs, and guided me right into her wet pussy. This was one of the pussies my wife had been licking, salivating on, fingering, thrusting her tongue into, rubbing with her pussy in her first tribbing experience, and then jamming a dildo into for the past hour.

Jo came in a startling orgasm only a minute after I penetrated her. My God, she'd been right on the edge. I wondered whether to keep going.

Jo must have read my mind. "Do Beth. Do Ginger. Let me take a breather. Your wife must have made me cum a dozen times. God, she's a natural. If you ever can't find her, it's because I've captured her and am making her eat me. We even came when we were tribbing."

Beside me on the bed Doug was slamming his cock into Ginger according to her demands. He was being rough, and I felt a little shocked and then worried that he might hurt her until I heard my wife again telling him, "Harder. Faster. Deeper. Fuck me. Poke that cock in me the rest of the night. God, what a great cock. Harder."

I pulled Beth to me. She'd stopped masturbating while she watched Doug and Ginger. She too was on the edge and came almost immediately after I penetrated her. Unlike her wife, she wanted me to continue until I filled her to the brim with cum. I did just that, although it took ten more minutes. I was so horny I damn near blew her off the bed with the force of my ejaculations.

Chapter 5 – Speed Bumps

Ginger and I spent a lot of the next week naked. I often had my cock in one of the three pussies I could avail myself of, as did Doug. Ginger often had either my cock or Doug's inside her body, if not fucking her then in a blowjob. The three women also spent hours together on a daily basis, usually when both Doug and I were too worn out to do anything sexual except watch, which we often did.

We did two overnights with each other's spouses during the week. I went to Doug's bed on Monday and Thursday nights, as he came to mine to be with Ginger.

One thing we all decided over another communal dinner mid-week was that we loved having sex together. We all liked being not only in the same room, but also in the same bed. Five of us swapping and kissing and sucking and anything else we could think of.

Perhaps it was because I'd seen so much in the business world, but I knew when everything seemed to be going well, perhaps too well, that something would happen to put a speed bump in the road.

The first speed bump occurred on Friday.

Beth's lover from out of state called her; he was coming to Sarasota and wanted to see her and spend time with her. Beth happened to be with me when she took the call. I was eating her pussy at the time, post coitus.

I learned a few things as a result of the call. Beth's lover had been in her life for a decade, since she started college. They had been on the verge of getting married, but Beth didn't want to be tied down 'that way'. He had been possessive and demanding, although he could hide it well. She wanted something unconventional and she'd obviously found that with Doug and Jo.

The most interesting part of her revelations was that Brad had also become Jo's lover. He'd been with both women many times as their open marriage triad was first formed. Beth obviously still cared for him a great deal. She suspected that Jo did, too. Doug liked the guy as well.

I suggested that Ginger and I just give them the days they needed to be with Brad and that they shouldn't feel compelled to involve us. Beth would have none of that. She wanted us to meet Brad and, as it turned out, his girlfriend Megan, who she'd never met. She thought we could all 'be together' and have some fun, before anything got too serious.

Now, I read that 'get together' in a simple, plain, and naïve way, as in we'll just have a cookout or something along those lines. Beth had other ideas that didn't come across until the visit by Brad and Megan was underway. Ginger understood things about the way I had. We were getting old and out of touch, I guess.

On Thursday the following week we again gathered for a communal dinner on our back patio. The only difference was that Brad and Megan had been welcomed into residence next door.

Brad was very outgoing – an extrovert if ever there was one. He was a golfer, and had a knack for remembering people's names and facts about them. Beth had told him a little about Ginger and me, and he used what he'd learned in a gracious way as we met for the first time and became friends. He was friendly, and easy to get along with. I also didn't see the possessiveness and demanding personality that Beth had mentioned. Later, she told me that he'd mellowed out.

I could tell Ginger was also taken with him, especially since Beth told her and Megan that we were their new lovers. Suddenly, the new couple saw us in a new light. We blushed appropriately, but not too much. I thought it was nice that we could talk so openly about our new fivesome relationship.

After dinner, Jo suggested we skinny-dip in our pool. The idea had barely been voiced before Jo, Beth, and Ginger jumped up and stripped away their clothes. Doug followed at Gin's prodding, and then I got dragged into the mix. Brad and Megan followed last, but as it turned out enthusiastically.

We all swam around for a while enjoying the water and I guess the naughtiness of naked swimming, especially with two new people in our mix.

As we got out, Beth did some matchmaking that brought me up short. I hadn't expected any exhibitionist sex the way we'd been doing for the past two or three weeks. Beth wanted us all making love right there on my patio.

Beth instructed in a loving tone, "Doug, you and Ginger take the chaise by the trellis. Jo and I want to be with Brad on this chaise; so Steve you and Megan can become better friends on the one right there." She was pointing and nudging as she made the assignments.

Ginger got her favorite new partner, and they latched onto each other in a great nude kiss. She had hold of his growing erection and was leading him to their assigned bed.

Brad took a few steps to be with Jo and Beth, even wrapping an arm around the latter as he kissed her. The two women comfortably moved into his arms and their kissing began.

Megan looked a little surprised, but not totally flummoxed.

I whispered to her, "No one wants to have you do anything you're uncomfortable with doing. We can take a walk if that would make you feel better."

Megan came up to me and kissed me on the lips. That kiss led to a few more. She finally said, "That you would say that to me, shows me the type of man you are. I have no qualms about being with you. I am hopeful that you will like me as much as I am coming to like you.

Megan reached down and took one of my hands and brought it up to her breasts. She was not heavily endowed, but she wasn't flat as a pancake either. As I captured the nipple between two fingers she mewed slightly, and looked at me. I kissed her again. She was very pretty.

Seconds later we were on our assigned chaise making out. As we made out I allowed my fingers to drift around Megan's pretty body, teasing her breasts, stroking her thighs and then her pussy lips, and finally allowing a finger to penetrate her vagina.

As I contemplated next steps, Megan moved and engulfed my cock. After a couple of tries, she'd deep throated me. Suddenly, I was the one mewing and squirming in delight.

I guided us into a kind of side-by-side sixty-nine where I could also nipple at her pussy and clit as she slid her mouth and throat up and down my hard shaft. Fortunately, she was more orgasmic that I was.

As we rested and adjusted after Megan's first orgasm with me, I glanced over and Brad was already balls deep in Beth's pussy, moving gracefully as she encouraged him. Jo was beside the pair kissing both of them and rubbing their bodies.

Megan watched and smiled. She said, "I heard it would be like this, but I've never seen anything like this. I like it."

Beyond the F-F-M threesome, Ginger had just started to ride Doug.

Megan pulled me over her and I got the message. I slowly sank all of my man meat into her wet and well-lubricated cunt. She absorbed every inch of me in delight and with happy kisses. In seconds, we had a nice rhythm going. Neither of us was in a rush, but we were very content to be sexually coupled and fucking.

I chuckled and said, "This isn't even our first date. I wonder what that would be like?"

Megan poked at me, "Who knew? I'm a slut. I've never done anything like this. Brad told me about the triad and his past relationship with Jo and Beth. They do not threaten me, I guess because in part I'm not sure where I'm going with Brad. This is a seminal event, however – this trip and now, this night. If this is one of the side benefits of being his partner, I will have to think more seriously about him."

"You like this?"

"Fuck yes. Don't let this go to you head, but I like YOU and I like Ginger. Jo and Beth are nice, of course. I didn't get as much of a chance to talk to Doug during dinner."

"I'm honored. We like you and Brad, too. We're glad you're staying for four days."

"If this keeps up you may have to pull me out of here with a tow truck." After a minute she asked, "You don't mind Ginger with Doug?"

"Nope. We renegotiated our marriage a few weeks ago – we have an Open Marriage Agreement written and we study it almost daily.

Megan said, "I think that's really modern. I like it. I particularly like it better than just throwing the terms 'polyamory' or 'consensual non-monogamy' around cavalierly. I've met people that I don't think understand what they're talking about. They like the sex, the variety, and the swinging, basically."

"I think we're on a different path. I think we have a whole bunch of love affairs underway between the five of us. We love the sex, however, there are other transcendent aspects to our relationships."

Megan kissed me, "Got room for one more?"

"I thought you lived in Texas."

"We do. We're moving back to Sarasota in Brad's case. It'll be my first experience as a Florida girl. He asked, and I agreed to come with him. I guess that means we're kind of serious. I'll have to get a job around here, but my skills are very transferable."

"Job?"

"Nurse."

"Write your own ticket around here. Lots of aging people looking for help in every way you can imagine."

Megan kissed me in a more meaningful way, "I hope we see a lot of each other."

"I'm sure we will. I don't know what you're looking for in a house, but there are some for home for sale in this neighborhood. That'd be cool."

We fucked, talked, made out, and fucked again. We finally orgasmed together, and then I surprised Megan when I went down on her to clean up the mess I'd made.

As I surfaced to kiss her some more, I glanced at the others. Doug was with Beth on the nearby chaise. That jarred my thinking.

I looked farther afield, and there was my Ginger bouncing up and down on the large cock that Brad had brought to the party. Jo was riding Brad's tongue, and she and Gin were kissing and fondling each other's breasts. Shit, I'd missed seeing my wife get impaled by the third cock in her life.

Brad and Megan stayed with the five of us until Monday morning when they raced up to Tampa for a morning flight back to Dallas. During that time I had a rotating population of women in my bed and even sleeping next to me: Ginger, Jo, Beth, and Megan. I was especially careful to always make it special for Ginger, and I think she was for me.

The second speed bump to trip up our relationship quintet occurred two weeks after Brad and Megan's visit. Ethan, Ginger and my son, came home from college for the summer. He wasn't expected home for the summer. He had explained countless times how he wanted to prove he could make it on his own, how he was lining up a summer job near the university he attended, and how he 'might' drop in at the beginning and end of summer to say hello and see his friends.

Instead, he drove up in his jalopy that he insisted on keeping, and announced that he wanted his old room back and that he hadn't been able to get a job for the summer near his college. All his friends had left the area, too.

Neither Ginger nor I were happy. Neither of us saw him just loafing around the house all summer with nothing to do. Accordingly, Ethan got an ultimatum his first night home that turned out to be very one sided. "Go get a job, right NOW!"

I kicked him out of the house as dressed for success as I could get him to consider at eight o'clock the next morning. I explained that he was not to show his face until dinnertime or as such time that he had gainful summer employment. His mother and my attitude were a rude awakening for him. He was not in high school any longer. He was an adult and we treated him as one.

Ethan showed up at five o'clock his first day at home with a summer job. He would be working in the pro-shop at the Manatee Municipal Golf Club six days a week for a starting salary of $9.25 per hour, and going up to $10.00 per hour after the first month if he had good attendance and a good customer service attitude. He would work from 7:30 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. with an hour off for lunch. He was also encouraged to use the club facilities as a side benefit, and that included free rounds of golf, running a children's 'how to' class, and doing any and all other jobs around the club as he was needed. Ginger and I were astounded at his good fortune and almost did a jig.

The other part of Ethan being at home was that we were suddenly going to be seriously impaired in the sexual relationships we had just formed with our next-door threesome. The first day apart was like our hearts had been ripped from our bodies. The second day put us nigh on death's door due to horniness and desire for our 'others'.

Of course, Ginger and I were making love multiple times a night. We were even putting on exhibitionist shows in the master bedroom window for our friends as they cavorted right below us in their Jacuzzi or on one of the chaises. (Ethan's windows were on the other side of the house.)

The third night we just said, "Fuck it." Ginger and I went next door for dinner, and bid Ethan a pleasant evening on his own. I reminded him that he had to be up about 6:30 a.m. and on his way to his new job soon after. Ethan had had an eight a.m. class his last semester so he had gotten used to being an early riser compared to many other college students.

Ginger and I sated ourselves sexually together with our threesome friends. We made their bed a sodden and smelly mess of wet spots from one side to the other, and from the foot to the headboard. Every possible combination and position in Kama Sutra was explored in detail with single and multiple partners, often with great amusement and laughter.

Well, if they didn't mind having nightly visitors we could all remain happy over the summer until the fourth week in August when Ethan went back to school. Of course, one day in the middle of the week we'd have to miss a night when he had the next day off and would be hanging around with nothing to do. He was having trouble connecting with his old 'crowd' who'd all gotten jobs near their new schools.

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We all motored on with that as our schedule as we got deeper into June.

The second week in June was when we ran into our third speed bump. I discovered the bump, pondered what to do about it long and hard, and then brought it back for our quintet to consider en masse.

As long planned, I had a week of travel starting on the second Monday in June. I had to leave Sunday afternoon, head to the west coast, spend three days in Silicon Valley, take a red eye to Atlanta, spend two days with my new client there, and head home on Friday evening.

I launched on my trip urging Ginger to keep our threesome neighbors happy so she'd be happy, and to occasionally throw Ethan a bone to gnaw on. He was eating us out of house and home. Ginger resisted my thought to have him pay for his own meals.

I got some sexts, pictures, and even a short video from Ginger several times a day. All were sexy and pointed to the fact that she was getting considerably more sex than I was – and all from our neighboring threesome.

I admit to sizing up the people at my client as candidates for a one or two-night stand, but they failed the test on many counts. So did everybody I could see in the hotel bar. Thus, I was left with 'Mary Palm and her five sisters' in the evenings in my own hotel room.

Traveling as I had, I'd long been a connoisseur of online pornography. I'd learned exactly how to search for the kind of sex videos that turned me on the most, and were most pleasing to masturbate to as I fantasizing about fucking the girls getting huge cocks smashed into their bodies in the videos.

I started to prowl through my favorite sites, pawing through a lot of dross before I found something exciting. I decided I was sold on group sex videos since they'd remind me of what I was missing at home.

Jill Janes Fucks Three Guys As Her Boyfriend Watches seemed a likely group sex title with some salacious cuckold scenes in it. I figured that might be a good starting place for my evening. If I liked the 'model' I could always search on her name and see what other inspiring videos were on offer.

I confess to having a passing thought that our daughter's name was Jillian and similar to the name Jill. I wondered whether she worked things out with her last boyfriend. She'd been interested but he hadn't for some reason. Ginger had said she had a summer job near her campus – something about a clothing boutique, but would come home for a week or two in August before the next semester started.

The video started to play on my laptop. The group on the video was into hard sex right off the bat. Jill Janes was sucking on two cocks as another man ate her pussy with great enthusiasm. I noted a heart shaped tattoo just about her pubic hair. Everyone was naked. Jill was eager to devour the two cocks she held by her face, letting one fuck her mouth and then the other. The switchover happened very fast, so you couldn't really see her face.

Then the guy eating her pussy started to rub his big dick up and down her dripping slit getting ready to drive his shaft into her. Jill Janes pulled the two cocks away from her face and mouth and looked down her pert twenty-year-old body with generous boobs to watch the penetration.

My masturbatory session froze in mid-stroke.

Jill Janes was my daughter – Jillian Carson.

My dick went soft, but then hardened again as I watched the guy between my daughter's legs drive his immense cock into her body. She went back to sucking on one dick or the other near her head. There were flashes of some fourth guy, fully clothed, watching the others and looking most unhappy – the supposed cuckold.

I found myself beating off again as I watched the men rotate around to take turns fucking her. She was lithe, sexy, innocent, hot, horny, and knew what she was doing. Further, she had great looking tits, and a pussy that invited nonstop eating it was so beautiful. She changed positions several times so the three men could fuck her in different positions. Each time she flashed the camera for a long time.

Jillian was a redhead like her mother with darker streaks here and there most of the time. She called it two-tone hair coloring with the color split between Ginger's and mine. I savored her nice sized tits, just right to suck on and be there to fondle, but not outrageous as some porn stars were. Her blue-green eyes seemed to be amplified, and she had some light eye and facial makeup on. She also had a landing strip of darker hair on her mons and excelled at showing how her vagina gaped to the video camera as it took a lot of shots preparatory to one guy stopping and the next guy sticking his cock into her.

Jillian seemed to love to fuck. Towards the end of the twenty-minute video she also took a cock in her ass, making a show of how much she liked it. A second DPed her, and the third guy started to fuck her mouth. Jillian was airtight and loving it. The guys all shot a gallon of cum into her so that every hole leaked a copious amount of man juice. Jillian made a show of scooping up the cum from her cunt and ass and bringing it to her mouth to swallow. The video faded to black and ended.

I came in buckets onto the tissues on the desk I stood next to as I jerked off and watched my laptop screen.

I searched on the site and found four more videos by Jill Janes. I watched the next one, got hard again, and beat off again while the handsome guy in that video made romantic love to her. Again, she took a load of cum deep in pussy. I skipped through the other three, getting hard yet a third time. I let the last video run a little towards the end. She was again with just one guy, but he was older – fuck, my age, and enjoying a slow fuck with my daughter. I came a third time.

I tossed and turned that night, and then had an off day at the clients where I didn't have to present anything only collect and analyze data. I struggled to stay focused on the job and materials I was trying to explain to them in our casual meetings. At the end of the day, I raced back to my hotel, ordered some room service, gulped down dinner, and then discovered three more Jill Janes videos on another porn site. She also had a presence for her still pictures when I searched for porn pictures of her on . She'd been at this for quite a while.

I did a little more of a search and found a flaky biography of her. Her birthday and measurements were all accurate, but the rest was hokeyed up to give her a salacious reputation and Internet presence. They listed her home as Iowa, and her college as the University of Texas – neither of which was accurate, but would sure keep several hundred thousand horny guys in those locations looking for her. Oh, yeah, she loved one-night stands with guys she just met and adored group sex. Ha!

I didn't tell Ginger because I wanted to be there when she found out. We had to talk about this together. I wondered if Gin might even know what her daughter had been doing. I rarely talked to Jillian, usually some friendly words as I passed the phone to her mother so they could engage in what they both called 'girl talk'.

Damned if I didn't jerk off four more times that night to Jillian's videos as my little porn queen did her best for the computer screens of millions of horny guys around the world. As far as I could tell she'd been doing this for the past nine months, which would have been around the start of the previous school year.

I red-eyed to Atlanta, but even then I jerked off in the airplane lavatory as I watched one of her videos that I'd downloaded onto my iPhone. I was such a jerk.

I danced pretty for my new client in Atlanta. I sparkled, amused, amazed, said profound things, and wowed them. They loved me and showered me with more money to do additional work over the following few weeks. I got out of there Friday and caught an earlier flight to Tampa.

I had texted Ginger that I'd caught an earlier flight. Nonetheless, I caught her in flagrante delicto with Doug in our living room. They were fucking only they got to laughing and so I determined the whole scene was staged for my arrival home. Heck, between the noisy garage door opening and me appearing in the room, a feature movie could have played and finished as I checked the pile of mail in the kitchen, dumped some stuff in the washing machine from my suitcase, and did a couple of other minor things. I must have frustrated them by not coming in directly.

Ginger threw herself in my arms. Doug shook my hand with a devilish grin. He said that Jo and Beth would be home in about an hour and help me take any remaining edge off that Ginger hadn't finished with by then. He pulled on some shorts and left us alone.

Ginger then knocked the edges off my horniness. As we fucked I was full of a dozen different images thanks to Ginger's verbal descriptions of what she'd been doing sexually all week that she hadn't exactly shared. There were images of Ginger with Jo and Beth, and then with Doug, and then with Brad and even Megan. Then I had images of Jillian doing all kinds of things drawn from her videos, but the last one as I exploded in her mother was that I was filling Jillian's tight little pussy with my own daddy cum as Ginger sat on her face.

Ginger and I were panting. She said, "You missed me."

"God, did I. I've been so horny I could fuck a live alligator. I'm so glad to be home. I sold some more work in both places but my pace was off on the west coast. I'll explain why when our friends are with us." I tried to keep from sounding like I had some deep mystery. Gin was good at prying stuff out of me.

Jo and Beth returned home just after five o'clock. Ethan also passed through the house, but then raced back out. He'd actually scored a date with some girl from his college that was close to his age and that played golf the day before. He'd even cleaned up his car, as much as he could, the evening before, Gin told me.

Ginger led me next door where I was told we were having dinner. Ginger and Doug had done a pot roast that had been slow cooking most of the afternoon. It was wonderful and so unlike the hotel room service.

After dinner, I went back to our media room and asked that they all come over and join me in ten minutes. I had something to show them and needed some help on a 'family issue'. Those last words made Ginger's ears perk up and she shot me a strange look, but didn't start to apply pressure to discover what it was before I revealed it in my own time and my own way.

I queued up several of Jillian's porn videos on our big screen TV. I then blacked the screen as the others joined me.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I confess to being a heavy user of pornography while marooned in hotels around the country. This week while in Silicon Valley I frequented one of my favorite websites and searched on group sex videos for obvious reasons. I was trying to capture something of the spirit that we all share when the five of us are in bed together doing sexual things. Instead, I found the video I am about to show you."

I started the video and it played just as I had first played it several nights earlier. Jillian sucked down two cocks as another man ate her pussy and then started to fuck her; she looked up to watch him penetrate her, and that's where I froze the screen."

Ginger screamed, "Noooooooooooo!"

I explained for the others. "The girl you are looking at is our daughter. After some research, I find that she has been doing pornographic videos for around nine months, and has about a dozen videos posted on different sites on the Internet. She consistently uses the name Jill Janes versus her own name Jillian Carson. On the Internet she has said she is from Iowa and goes to the University of Texas. Neither is true.

"The question I have for all of you, including her mother, is what should we do, if anything? Jillian is twenty years old, well past the age of consent."

Ginger had tears running down her face. "How could she? She told me she had a job working at a retail store and was getting great discounts on clothing when she could afford it."

I offered, "The going rate for doing porn seems to be about $2,000 per scene. The definition of a scene is a little iffy, but I'd say it translates into about a day's work. She's done a dozen videos, and I'd guess from watching all of them to some degree that she's put in about three weeks or more of effort in the filming. I'd estimate she's made around $30,000 from what I've seen on Internet. There may be stuff the studios haven't posted yet."

Ginger started to curse. Her shock was moving past denial into anger. "I'll murder the little cunt. We raised her better than that."

She started to reach for her cellphone and I stopped her. "Don't call her right now. Let's all talk about this and I want you to watch at least a couple of her videos. I can tell you that she's very good at what she does."

Ginger was reluctant to not react, but did as I suggested. I restarted the video on the large screen television and Jillian finished getting skewered by the stud in the video. After that, she moaned and orgasmed her way through to the end of the video. I was hard the whole time.

As the first video ended, Doug whistled. "You have one hot fucking daughter, if you'll excuse my coarseness and forgive my lust at her. I know incest isn't for everyone, but if that were my daughter or sister or relative I'd sure be reevaluating things. If she comes to visit, I hope you'll give me a shot at her. Damn!"

Jo and Beth laughed. Beth said, "Hey, you have to stand in line like the rest of us or maybe we draw straws to see who gets her first."

Jo teased, "She may not be interested in her parents, but I sure hope she's interested in their neighbors. I hope she does girls."

Ginger muttered, "She and her college roommate are planning on coming here for two weeks in August before classes start at their university."

I suggested, "Maybe you should wait to talk to her until then. You won't change anything between now and then, and she won't be able to hang up on you because she doesn't like the feedback she's getting. By the way, who's her roommate?"

"Maybe," Ginger said pensively. "Her roommate is Tina Marshall. We haven't met her." After a further thought, Gin asked me, "Did you masturbate watching your daughter's videos?"

I nodded, "Hell, yes. They're hot as Hades."

From the rest of Ginger's reactions I could tell we could put Bump In The Road #3 on hold for a couple of weeks.

Chapter 6 – Secrets Disclosed

Bump In The Road #2 took an interesting twist or two on the following Wednesday evening. Ethan had left the house after cleaning up and showering after work to take his new girlfriend to dinner and spend the evening with her 'out somewhere'. As we were doing almost every night when we were home, Ginger and I went next door to swim and enjoy an evening cookout with our neighbors and then some gratuitous sex with them.

The sun had set, a few thunderstorms were around but it had been dry in our neighborhood, and we'd finished dinner and put all the food away. Beth, Jo, and I were naked and making love on the patio. I had Beth riding my cock as I sat in a wide chair. Jo was standing over me so that when I put my head back and she could lower her torso and I could do a very credible job of eating her pussy. Next to us, on a chaise Ginger was in the missionary position with Doug slowly pumping his cock back and forth into her pussy as they kissed and made out.

I became aware of more that just the snug pussy around my cock and the taste of pussy flooding my mouth with girl juice. I heard a female whisper loudly, "Let go of my arm! I don't want to go. I want to watch. This is so fuckin' hot."

I decided after a brief analysis that hearing the voice of an unknown female so close to where I was fucking with two women was not a good thing. I tapped on Jo's legs so she rose and dismounted from over me. I looked out past Beth and there stood Ethan with his mouth agape and a female about his age looking eager and excited about us, and that included her gawking at Ginger and Doug.

I decided to tough it out. I said, "Hello. Hi Ethan. What's your name?"

The pretty young girl said, "Hi. I'm Ellie. Ethan brought me over to meet his parents."

I smiled, "I'm a parent to that lad. My wife and his mother is the redhead on the other chaise."

At that moment Doug and Ginger were scrambling to uncouple and cover their private parts, only it was too late – waaaay too late. I kind of chuckled at our misfortune. Beth carefully rose off of my cock and turned to the couple with no trace of modesty.

Beth said, "I'm Beth – their next door neighbor." She pointed at Jo, "And that's Jo my wife and Doug over there is our husband. We're a triad, and we also have an open marriage just like Ethan's parents." I admired the way Beth totally ignored our nudity.

Ethan's mouth was moving like a gold fish, opening and closing only no sound was coming out. He seemed a little short of breath, too.

Ellie tried to ignore the nudity and said, "I'm home for the summer from Florida State. I'm going to be a senior. My major is chemistry. I play golf and that's where I met Ethan."

I stood with my slightly softer cock leading the way. I went to Ellie and we shook hands, a perfunctory social move. I hope she didn't worry about whose pussy my fingers had been dabbling in only minutes earlier. If she did, she didn't show it.

Ethan finally found a voice, "Daaaaad. You and mom are fucking other people."

Ellie poked him in the side. "Their neighbors silly, and they obviously like each other. I like what they were doing, too. Your dad has a nice cock." Ellie took a step forward and took my cock in one hand; she started to rub and massage the shaft with her fingers and then added her other hand. Seconds after that she knelt in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. She hummed in delight. It was covered in Beth's pussy juice.

Ethan's eyes were the size of saucers as he watched his new girlfriend ingest my cock. He was making strange sounds.

Ellie pulled away, "You taste like pussy – lots of it. That's really good." In a gulp, she took me in again.

Beth went to Ethan. She was nude, too. They hadn't met. She said, "Ethan, it's so good to meet you. You mom and dad have told me you were around. I'm surprised our paths haven't crossed. Why don't you remove your clothes and join us in skinny-dipping ... and whatever else comes to mind."

Beth moved into my son's personal space and kissed him. She then tugged upward on the shoulders of his t-shirt until he allowed her to pull it over his head. His belt, shorts, and boxers went next. As the last of his clothing disappeared his hard cock bobbed into view. Beth turned to me and smiled, and then started to do to Ethan what Ellie was doing to me – a fabulous blowjob. Jo had gone over near Ginger and Doug.

Beth could be really forward when she wanted. This was one of those times. She pushed Ethan over to a chaise and had him lie back. She then mounted him in a sixty-nine and instructed him to eat her pussy while she planned to suck his insides out through his cock. I think he believed her. I wasn't sure what else was going on in his head, but he went right to work following her instructions.

I lifted Ellie up from her blowjob and she let me strip her clothes away in a seductive and teasing manner. She also let me kiss her. She sat where I'd been sitting as Beth was riding me. I went down on her, and she about popped out of her skin as I put her legs over my shoulders. She held my head, but I was already tonguing and eating the right spots so there was no need for further guidance. My fingers entered the young girl's pussy, and soon I had her crooning that she was getting closer and closer.