Chapter 8: Beach. Bridget

MEL

I was driving back from a property showing and thinking about Cindy living with us. I tried to create a page in my head to categorize the pros and cons of the resulting situation.

On the pro side, someone that Dave and I love would be close at hand and a new family member. The kids would have one of their best older friends around all the time, and our workload as parents would probably reduce. Cindy was a superb role model for them in many ways. She was already cleaning and cooking and everything else that’s kind of a drudgery around the home. She’d even pay rent, if we let her; I didn’t think we should charge her.

Heck, I really liked her and having around, plus she could eat pussy like a porn star and give me lots of orgasms. That was slowing down despite our having done that for a few weeks. I wondered whether Dave would object to the two of us being together sexually part of the time, even when he wasn’t around.

On the con side, Cindy might become ‘underfoot’ all the time, and our romantic feeling about her might fade and then what? Maybe she’d become Dave’s preferred lovemaking companion. Might he really fall deeply for her if she was around all the time. She’s younger and I think prettier than I am. She’s even trophy wife material. I wondered whether her presence in our lives would reduce our desire to be with the Millers or Dustins. What about Mike?

Might she always be present when Dave and I made love? That could be both a pro and a con. I love when I end up in a F-F-M situation, although there have only been a few of them in my life so far. She’d be another mouth to feed. She’d be running off to classes at odd times of the day, but I couldn’t hold that against her. What if she decided that she wanted to live on campus or do a lot of college socializing? That be good for her, right?

I was raising all these questions and the only way to get answers was to talk to Cindy and not speculate.

I called Cindy and asked to meet. She was very cheery and said she’d be at the house about four-thirty, the time that I suggested. She was so accommodating that I almost felt guilty for imposing on her time.

I collected the kids from school that day, we got ice cream, and then we headed home. I changed into casual clothes and texted Dave that I’d asked Cindy to come by. He said he couldn’t get away from work until after five-thirty.

Cindy skipped into the house right at four-thirty. She was like a breath of fresh air and I got wrapped in a hug and kissed before I could barely respond. Beth and Scott ran out of the family room to greet her with hugs and kisses, too. They asked whether she was going to babysit them, but she told them, “No, I’m here to have an important talk with your mother.”

Heck, she knew the talk was ‘important’. She must know what was vexing me. I hope she took it in good measure.

The kids could hardly wait to tell her what they’d been doing, and she was actually interested and asked questions. She also talked with them about their school, which had just started that week for the fall semester. They never told me squat, but they opened up to her like a gushing spigot. They each had new friends, liked their teachers, had a new science teacher that hadn’t been at the school before, and a few other things.

Cindy then explained to the kids that she needed to talk to me about something important, and shooed them back to the television and game room. They went so willingly for her.

I told her, “You have the magic touch with them.”

She got serious with me suddenly and tears came to her eyes. “I love them. I love you, too. I’m sorry if I’m coming on a little heavy with you two. I guess you know that I saw Dave and talked to him. I should have talked to the two of you together; I’m sorry. I was near Dave’s office, and just went in on the spur of the moment. I didn’t expect that we’d go to lunch. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and then my parents told me that we had to relocate.”

“Your mother works. What will she do in Austin?”

Cindy said, “She’s a paralegal, so she’s sure that she’ll be able to get a new job near their new home. For my dad, this move comes with a huge promotion and all sorts of perks, including a company car. He’s giving me his ‘old’ car.

“And you really want to move in here? Did you think about what you’d be giving up by not living on campus? The dorm life, the parties, friends, Greek life, plus having to commute to campus, the distractions around our home, and so many other things.”

“I think I weighed in on everything. I have a long thought list on my cellphone, almost like your Sex List – that’s there, too. I won’t have to go to zero on most of that stuff. From what I’ve learned, most of it can be a huge distraction from studying. Going the other way, I could actually involve you and sometimes Dave in some of that fun stuff.”

“Tell me what you’re feeling and why you came up with this idea, please.”

Cindy didn’t even pause, “I’d already been thinking about acceptable excuses for being with you and Dave a lot of the time. One of the couples that I babysat for in the past brought over an au pair from Sweden to live with them for a year and care for their children. Another I knew about hired a nanny. I guess the idea gestated.

“Maybe I’m being silly, but I feel such desire and a need to be with you. I’m in love. I guess only time will tell whether this is some crazy teenage infatuation or something that can mature into a long, loving, and lasting relationship in a throuple. I know that I’m young, and I can’t promise much beyond what I feel right now.”

I asked, “What about Mike?”

Cindy canted her head to one side, “I’m not sure what you mean. We’ve never been true lovers, but we have been loving fuck buddies, and if Mike and your group continue, I guess we’ll still have some kind of a relationship. I like him – a lot – but he’s not The One, or The Ones like I feel for you two.”

God, she had tears in her eyes. I could see that she thought this was the most important discussion that she’d ever had in her life. I wanted to hug her, but I felt that would be the wrong thing to do until we ironed out this issue.

I asked, “Are you jealous when Dave or I have sex with each other, or other people or, for instance, when I fuck Mike?”

“Oh, good grief, NO!” she insisted in a slight recoil. “I want you both to love and have sexual peaks with each other and with many other people. I want to facilitate that for you anyway that I can. Heck, I could even introduce you to some of my horny friends if you want some more variety.”

I was stunned by that point. “Let’s keep that on the back burner for now. Maybe we need to add something to the Sex List that relates to that possibility. On another point, when do your parents actually move west?”

“Two weeks. They also want to talk to you tomorrow morning about putting the house on the market. I told them that you had to be the listing agent. I know that even if you don’t sell it, that at least you’ll get some kind of percentage of the sale. The move is happening so fast for them. They’re both very excited about their new future.”

I nodded, “Yes, thank you. That’s true.” I sat looking at the pretty young woman and wondering what living with her would be like. In some ways, I thought of her as a lover and in others as a teenage daughter. Then my thinking shifted, and I realized that I would have a new wife.

DAVE

Heaven!

I had not one but two angels – adult ones – living in my home and loving me, especially in a carnal way.

Cindy was riding my cock as I lay in a supine position on our bed, and Mel was twerking her great pussy over my mouth and tongue as she oozed the girl juice that I loved onto my taste buds. The two of them were kissing and pawing at each other. A half-hour earlier, they’d been doing what the other was doing.

I was doing a fair job of dishing out orgasms. Cindy had had four and was still leaking my cum when she came back for more. Mel had three orgasms, was working on her fourth, and some of the fluids I was tasting were not only hers.

A fleeting thought about work went through my head. Most of the guys at work complained about the lack of sex in their marriages or relationships. The subject came up frequently, often in sarcastic or humorous ways. I had become unusually mute on the subject. We’d all been married for around ten years. They were in a rut. I wasn’t.

I had no complaints at all. I didn’t earlier either, because I’d just gotten use to enjoying sex once every week or two or three or four. My bad. Now, I was having sex daily not only with the two women that lived with me – my wife and Cindy, but also some gorgeous wives around our neighborhood.

My slight reverie was broken when each woman moaned and came. Mel and Cindy had been kissing, fondling tits, and telling each other of their love.

Cindy’s teenage cunt did marvelous things when she orgasmed. Her internal muscles spasmed and milked my cock in a remarkable way that was irresistible. I came inside the teen, shooting a meager load of cum into her. This was my fourth orgasm of the night. God, how did I get so lucky.

Mel fell off to the side of me. She kissed me and then pulled Cindy closer so that she and I could kiss.

This was Cindy’s fourth night of ‘officially’ living in our house with us. Officially, she had the guest room. Unofficially, she slept in our big bed and we all made love.

Twice she’d met the kids as she came out of our bedroom in the morning. She simply said, “Oh, good, you’re up, too. I just made sure your parents were awake.”

She sure did. Her kisses first thing in the morning were sweet and long-lasting. Both Mel and I felt as though we were in love again – with each other and with Cindy.

“You dog!” Jim chided me one Saturday at our morning get together while our wives had coffee downtown. “That young teen moved in with you full-time, and you get to fuck her anytime you want. You dog!”

Ken was grinning, too. He asked, “Did you dream about this? Did you use the Law of Attraction? I want one, too, although I have a different but similar problem.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Mike. Ash has a thing for him. She’s in love, and she assures me he’s no threat to our marriage or relationship, it’s just that she likes to fuck him – a lot. She even asked permission from me to fuck him during the daytime when she could duck out of work for an hour and he wasn’t in classes or he came by her store or whenever.” He gave an eye roll.

“And that’s okay with you?”

“Yeah. It makes her happier and hornier when I get home. Maybe it’s guilt; don’t care. He has also come by late in the evening for a booty call, after the girls are asleep, and then we’ve had a threesome. He’s very thoughtful and caring about her and especially about my feelings.”

Jim and I looked at each other and we each shrugged. He said, “Whatever floats your boat, and just so you know, I’d probably do the same thing if that was what Sarah wanted.”

I asked, “So, usual party tonight. Yes, unless our social secretaries decide something different. It’s been four weeks since we had a challenge from the Sex List. Any hint about Sarah’s thinking, Jim?”

He shook his head. “I haven’t a clue and I’d probably be the last to know. The gals are at their Saturday morning coffee probably figuring our challenge out right now.

“Are we all okay with each other?” I asked.

Ken said, “Yes. You guys are my best buddies and I’ve got nothing but praise for everything that’s going on.”

Jim said, “Me, too. No problems. The only problems that I’ll ever really have will be if Sarah gets her nose out of joint about something.”

I said, “That’s true for all of us. Let’s make sure we keep our princesses happy.”

MEL

The four of us sat at a round table sipping our various coffee-related drinks. I couldn’t help but notice that Cindy was deferential to Sarah, Ashley, and me. That wasn’t called for or wanted. We wanted her to be our equal partner in crime – the fourth Musketeer.

Sarah asked whether there were additions to the Sex List. I nudged Cindy because I knew that she had an idea from a story she’d read online. I nodded to her in an encouraging way.

Cindy said, “I read a story where the people in it had body paints and they got naked and did each other’s bodies. There lots of lewd words and images involved. I thought that sounded like fun, and at least in the story a lot of sex resulted.”

“Oh, I like that,” Sarah praised. Ash and I nodded.

Cindy quickly said, “That’s just for the list. It doesn’t have to be for the next thing we do.”

Sarah said, “What should we do, and I have added Cindy’s idea about body painting to the list.” I was glad she gave Cindy a supportive smile. Sarah was always inclusive with people. She’d made some kind of note on her cellphone.

“I like the idea of sex in some peculiar place.”

“Which one would you pick from the list – or make-up your own?”

There was silence as we each studied the Sex List on our phones.

I finally spoke, “I vote for sex on the beach. There’s no stipulation about time of day or weather conditions, but it would have to be over the coming two weeks. Maybe next Saturday we all go to the beach for an adult picnic, and each couple could go into the dunes or wherever.”

Cindy nodded quickly and smiled. She liked that idea.

Ash asked her, “Have you already done that?”

Cindy said, “No, I’ve fucked in a car in the beach parking lot very late in the evening, but not actually at the beach. I look forward to it.”

Sarah said, “Shall we choose up partners now? It’ll save time tonight when we announce the challenge.”

Everyone agreed. Sarah wrote names on her napkin and then put the scraps in her baseball hat she was wearing. We each drew. Cindy went first and drew Dave. Everyone told her that she had to draw again since she was also like his ‘wife’, so she did and she drew Jim. I took Ken; Sarah had Dave. Ashley drew Mike, and we let that match-up slide by unchallenged.

Saturday night, instead of another cookout, we prepared for having sex at the beach the next day and also spent time with our kids. The women had suggested to the men that the eight of us have a picnic and slip off, two at a time, to fuck in the dunes – or something similar. Given that it was the end of September, a quick check indicated that sunset would be shortly after six-thirty. We decided to start our picnic at five o’clock. Ashely reminded the women to wear their sexiest bikinis and to make sure they could take it on and off quickly.

We unloaded the cars in the parking lot closest to the beach. It was not a nude beach, but the section from where we parked north to where the beach ended at a jetty and pass between the bay and the gulf, was known to be a place for both exhibitionists, who often wore nothing, and voyeurs, who walked the beach in hopes of ogling some sexy women. The place was unofficially clothing optional.

The sun was still hot and sunny despite sunset being less than two hours away. As soon as we staked out an area, a few of the women stripped down to their bikinis and then ‘lost’ their tops. We spread out blankets and set up our umbrellas and the large sunbrella. Fortunately, there wasn’t much of a sea breeze that day. Based on a tropical storm about six-hundred miles west, there were some great waves breaking along the shore. Our encampment was right on the edge of where the dunes started and relatively far from where the breaking waves came ashore and the walkers went back and forth at the tide line. We could be seen, but not in detail I concluded.

I cuddled up to my husband and told him, “I hope you fuck me later – here or at home. I love our times together, and yes, I know I get to sleep next to you, but that’s not the same as making love.”

I went to Ken, my ‘assigned’ lover to start the evening. I handed him a bottle of suntan lotion, and he went to work on me as I lay down on my stomach and then rolled over on the large beach blanket. I did him next, even using my bare boobs to work the lotion into his body. We both made sure to put lotion in those intimate places where the sun normally didn’t shine.

Dave was giving Sarah a sexy massage with the lotion, and the others and their partners were also doing something similar. After we were protected, we put our bras back on and took a walk along the water’s edge up to the jetty and back. Cindy and Jim stayed with our stuff, but did get to wade in the water. Even with the setting sun, it was bright and challenging.

When we were all back at our blankets and towels, Dave and Ken went into the dunes to search for a good place to go where the risk of getting caught was less. Sarah and I took a different tack. We re-did the sunbrella, so that the edge furthest from the water came completely to the sand. We then placed our four coolers as a barrier and created a little protected space behind the coolers in which a couple could cuddle and most likely not be seen by any of the walkers unless some came right up to us.