Chapter 5: Expansion

[c]Ally joins the circle; attending the Tantric sex workshop

I had a most unusual relationship for the next two months. I was dating Ally, doing similar things to what I’d done with her sisters up until that fateful Saturday night when The Discovery was made. I was also sleeping and making love with her sisters on a nightly basis. We proved to be an oversexed lot. I thought our sex would taper off as some of the NRE wore off, but if anything, we got hornier and made love more often.

I had started to workout again, and after talking to my doctor I started to take some supplements that he thought would give me greater stamina and endurance in a sexual way. He laughed at my suggestions about Viagra or Cialis; he explained I didn’t have the problem of ED that they solved. Anyway, after a month on that regime, I was doing better at pleasing Fran and Sheila.

The triad did their second and third monthly reviews about how we were doing at living together. We had a few minor suggestions here and there, but most of the things that bugged us we were addressing on the spot rather than waiting for the monthly sit down. We invited Ally to be present for our third meeting so she could see how we were running the triad. She was impressed and told us so after we broke up to go to dinner.

By the end of the third month living with Fran and Sheila, I had also progressed quite far in getting to know Ally, both intellectually and physically. I had succumbed to one of her world-record-breaking blowjobs, and Fran was right; Ally should be in porn. I tried to duplicate her feat in a return match when I displayed my cunnilingus skills over an entire evening in her apartment loft.

So, it was at the end of October, when we prepared for our fourth monthly ‘How Goes It’ meeting, that I talked to Sheila and Fran ahead of time. We unanimously and enthusiastically agreed that Ally should join us.

We’d invited Ally to be with us again for the relationship review meeting, and we also planned a little stage play just for her benefit. Ally arrived right a five-thirty on Friday as planned, and we sat around in a circle in the living room, each with a glass of wine. As before, I sort of emceed the meeting asking what we all liked about the past month or more of living together, and what we’d change.

Fran picked up her role nicely, “I want to address something that needs changing. I think you two fuck too much.” She pointed at Sheila and me. “Morning, noon, and night you always have your prick in her pussy. I know she’s a slut and loves cock, but why couldn’t you at least share some dick with me. I signed up to be your slut, too. Maybe I should just go trolling on the street to see what strange cock I could find and bring him back here to show you what you two look like. Or, maybe I should talk to that lesbian couple upstairs; maybe one of them will come down while you’re fucking and give me a few orgasms. One way or another though, things have got to change. I want my share of the orgasms around here.” She crossed her arms in anger.

Sheila spat at her sister, “Who’re you calling a slut. You’d spread your legs for any two-bit tomboy that happened to walk by. I watched you do it in high school and college, and now you’re wanting to do it again. Now, who’s the slut? I was the goody-goody then so I deserve my share of the cock being shared around this place. You have that huge collection of vibrators and dildos beside the bed, why don’t you shove a couple of those up your cunt and jill off, Miss Holier Than Thou?”

I acted to calm the waters (as agreed), “Please let’s not get into the argument about who’s getting more sex. I thought we agreed to be spontaneous about when and with whom we made love. When I’ve been ready, Sheila just happens to have been available. How about the two of you kiss and make up?”

I cast a sideways glance at Ally. Her mouth was hanging open at the lengthy diatribes each sister made about the other.

Sheila and Fran both stood up. Sheila said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, “You want orgasms, you’ve got orgasms.” She leaned forward and ripped the skirt off of Fran, and as Fran started to feign surprise also jerked her thong down her legs. As Fran tried to walk, the underwear impeded her stride; she fell backwards onto the sofa.

Sheila had shed her skirt too, and was naked from the waist down. She moved next to Fran, tossed one leg over Fran’s head and lowered her pussy to Fran’s mouth, and she brought her mouth to Fran’s cunt. The two started to munch on each other in a noisy but sexually satisfying way. The apparent anger of a moment ago had turned into an arousing sixty-nine.

Occasionally, one of them would call the other slut or whore or wench. The other would comment on how much pussy juice being a slut made the other. Ally’s jaw was dragging on the floor she was so astounded by what had happened in less than five minutes.

I was rapping on the table, as a good moderator would do. “Ladies. Ladies. We have a meeting to conduct. Couldn’t you do that later?”

Fran’s voice rang out, “Oh, hell no, I’m almost there.” She paused and added, “Will you get undressed and bring me some cock. This time I get your cum.”

On that note, I stood and started to peel off my shirt and slacks.

Ally stood and backed up almost all the way to my front door. I didn’t want her to leave.

As the last of my clothing hit the floor, I turned to Ally, “Well, get out of those clothes. You’re never going to fit into this foursome from today on if you’re dressed all the time.”

The words took a moment to register. “Huh?” Some color came back in Ally’s cheeks, “Did you mean that?” She panted in anticipation of what she hoped would be the words she wanted to hear.

I went and held her, my cock poking her in the side. I kissed her tenderly. “Ally, we want you with us all the time. Please don’t leave from here on out. This is now your home ... with us.”

Tears flowed down Ally’s cheeks and she clutched onto me for dear life. “OH GOD! I’m so glad.” She pulled away and looked at her sisters who were now sitting side by side on the sofa looking very pleased with themselves. Ally asked, “That was all an act, right?”

Fran and Sheila both nodded.

Ally laughed. “I actually believed that ... and then it just seemed incredulous that you’d say those things that way to each other. I’ve heard you be mad, but never like that.”

Both rose and came to Ally. Each girl kissed Ally with a sense of love and passion.

Fran said, “Ally, you are a dear sister to us, and we want you to be more. We want you as a sister and as a lover. We want you to share in the joy we find with each other and the happiness we feel here in each other’s arms and in each other’s company.”

Sheila continued, “I second that. I have so wanted to hold you and make love to you in a physical way. I know that’ll be another leap for you, but all in good time. We love you dearly and I hope you’ll be part of our family.”

Ally was crying in joy. I had a few tears, too. I hugged and kissed Ally, and then I started to laugh. I was naked. Fran and Sheila wore nothing from the waist down, and scant clothing on top.

I took Ally’s hand. “May I make love to you?”

“OH GOD, YES,” Ally practically shouted as she rushed deeper into my arms.

I winked at Fran and Sheila, and then led Ally to our bedroom. I removed her clothing in seconds, and after a modicum of foreplay I moved to really make love to her without hesitation, conditions, or reservations.

Neither of us lasted very long before our orgasms claimed our bodies. We lay together with me still inside her quim, kissing and cooing words of love at each other.

Fran’s naked body snuggled in behind me, and Sheila spooned in behind Ally. I smiled at Ally and asked, “I bet you never felt a woman’s breasts against your back, have you?”

Ally smiled back, “No, and it is something that will make this day so special for the rest of my life.” She looked over her shoulder at Sheila; “Thank you.” She pulled one of Sheila’s hands across her body so it could cup one of Ally’s breasts. I watched and felt her writhe in joy.

Sheila slithered down the bed, and I then felt her hand remove my flaccid member from Ally’s pussy. Ally rolled onto her back, and Sheila started to feast on her pussy using both tongue and fingers. Fran left my side to join in the treats her sister offered. Ally started to moan, and after only a few minutes she came for the first time from incestuous sapphic attention to her sex.

Fran moved so she could kiss Ally, and the pair embraced, with Fran’s hands rubbing and pinching at Ally’s full breasts and nipples, as Sheila continued to eat out her sister.

Ally said, “You taste of pussy. I guess of my pussy. That sort of grosses me out, but at the same time ... my God, I’m so aroused that I never want any of you to stop making love to me.”

After inducing another orgasm, Sheila came up to also kiss Ally. Fran and Sheila surrounded her with love.

Ally asked, “Is Steve going to make love to you two tonight?”

Fran answered, “No, tonight is all about you and your pleasure. Consider it your initiation into our circle of love. After this, as we explained, we share as best we can. No one keeps score, except to say how they feel or express what they want from one of the others.”

Ally leaned up and kissed Fran. “Thank you, dear sister. This is so decadent. I love it. I love you guys – all of you.” She extended her arm past Fran to where I lay on the bed watching the trio.

I had been stroking myself as I watched the incestuous sapphic loving. I had hardened, so I offered my services.

Ally said, “Oh, please. Can I be on top this time? I want to watch you cum, and be able to watch whatever my sisters are doing.” She mounted me, and we slowly began the oscillations of our bodies that signaled our love and connection to each other.

Beside us, Fran and Sheila kissed and made out, their hands busy with each other’s cunts. After a few minutes, the pair sixty-nined again, and we had a ringside seat as they brought pleasure to each other. I had seen them before, so I knew they were putting on a sex show for the two of us, but I’d let Ally figure that out for herself.

After another round of orgasms, we went to dinner to celebrate our newest arrival. After dinner we came back home, I made love to Ally again as Fran and Sheila fucked each other with some of their toys. We then straightened out the bedding, turned out the light, and went to sleep. I held Ally in my arms. In the middle of the night, I slipped my cock into her quim again and slowly pumped another load into her about twenty minutes later, amid her groans and whispered words of love.

“Oh, come on, let’s do it. It’s only for one weekend. I’ll even pay for us all to go.” Fran tried to be very convincing.

‘It’ was a couples’ retreat about Conscious Relationships and Tantric Sex. I was skeptical about the value of an autumn weekend with daytimes spent in a hotel conference room out on Cape Cod. I had sort of thought about taking a late fall foliage drive with the girls out of the city towards the western mountains in the state or down to Mystic Seaport.

As a last-ditch effort to not go, I said, “Well, we’re not a ‘couple,’ were a group or crowd or something else.”

Fran said, “I talked to Dee, the woman who runs part of the retreat, and I explained our relationships to her. She is very enthusiastic about our attending, particularly because it sends messages to the other attendees about getting out of their rut and doing something unusual like we do living and loving together.”

I got outvoted, so the following weekend, we braved Friday rush hour traffic and headed to the hotel on the Cape where we’d stay two nights. I probably would have gone anyway despite the vote. I worried that our relationships were too peaceful and sanguine, at least compared to those of the work colleagues I knew well enough to have a peek into their marriages or partnerships.

As a circle of four people, we were a pretty loving and affectionate group of people. One of us might get scolded by the others for forgetting to let them know they’d miss dinner, or telling us they were going to join up with friends on the spur of the moment. Other than that, the four of us motored along, day by day, without discord. That state of affairs bothered me, partly because I recalled my parents always bickering. I almost wondered what was wrong with us.

We checked into the hotel where we had a single room with a king-size bed, just like home. We joined up with the group in a corner of the hotel’s dining room, spending a few minutes with introductions as we got a glass of wine. We shared a late dinner with the twenty others attending the workshop, and also enjoyed a lecture on the presenter’s interpretation of Tantrism and Tantric sex. I got lost in some of the Indian or eastern religious terminology, but Dee and Roger, the workshop facilitators, then simplified and westernized the practice, explicitly adding in their own findings, experiments, and practices to what they taught. Despite being a little tired from work and the drive, I paid rapt attention, maybe because the topic was ultimately about sex. In any case, I was learning new techniques to use to make love to the women that I loved.