Sisters, Friends, and Lovers - Book Two
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Chapter 26: New Man
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26: New Man - Steve is surprised/shocked! The two girls he’s dating are sisters! A threesome forms then a third sister joins. Friends arrive causing additional loving and sexual relationships. He hides nothing as his sphere expands. He involves guy friends to help out with his ‘harem’. A wedding and highly sexual five-day ‘reception’ cap off the story, along with the perfect living situation. The author has a quite a few other books/series you might also consider, including collections to save you money.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
I spent the weekend making love to someone morning, noon, and night, and I sure wasn’t complaining. Friday night I got a colossal welcome home from my three girls. Aidan had been away since Wednesday morning, so they were more than horny by the time I got home since he hadn’t been keeping them ‘occupied.’ Saturday, after openers, we went out to the Hensons, where Jean kept me going most of the afternoon and Dave attended to his daughters. That evening Sean and Rita came over to the Hensons and the party continued. Sunday, Aidan returned and the two of us kept Fran, Sheila, and Ally busy and happy all day, switching around frequently as we put on little sex shows for each other.
Aidan developed a kink where he wanted to have sex in public. He got all of us involved in his shenanigans on Sunday evening. We went down to Harvard Square for dinner, and after dinner we walked around looking for park benches on the campus, or alleys, or other indiscrete spots where we could fuck with a high likelihood of being seen. We were generally successful, and no one called the cops. Heck, in most places, at least one guy and a few couples stopped to watch us banging away, usually in a standing doggie position.
Monday morning, I flew back to New Jersey to continue working on the TCI projects. When I got to their headquarters, I stuck my head in Jane’s office after saying hello to Marge, her secretary. Jane was meeting with another person, but gave me a wave of greeting. I left her alone.
I connected with the other consultants from my company and we started to create outlines for several of the major documentation deliverables. My idea for systems development in this part of the job was to create the draft documentation for the software, and then work backwards into the actual design specification and then the coding. The technique seemed to be working well, since it focused the team on what the end result should look like instead of having their head down in data elements and lines of code on a screen. By the end of the day, we were all tired but had accomplished a week’s worth of work in eight hours. Everyone felt good, so I offered to take the team out to dinner.
I texted Jane my plan to go out, and a few minutes later got a text back, “Good idea. I have to work late. Bring me home a dinner please. I’ll see you at home around nine. Love, J.” This worked well. We went to the Old Mill Inn and spent most of the evening in the tavern part, drinking and eating bar food. About eight-thirty we started to bid each other good night. I ordered a take-out quiche for Jane, and happily delivered it to her exactly at nine as I pulled into her driveway behind her.
Jane wolfed down the quiche, as she slowly revealed her weekend to me. First off, she gave me a hard-on describing how she and Pam had made love Friday evening and into the night. Jane had revealed her ‘toy box’ that she kept in a drawer in her bedside table, and the two had worked their way through every toy on each other until they’d lost count of the sapphic orgasms delivered or received.
Pam had picked up Bob and Pete at the airport as planned, and after taking them home to shower and change, brought them over to Jane’s for an afternoon barbecue and then a fuck session that didn’t end until Sunday evening. Jane looked very pleased with herself.
I asked, “So what happens now?”
Jane chuckled, “Well, you fuck me and I fuck you well into the night, we sleep, and then we get up and go to work. Late Tuesday afternoon, you and I fly to Kansas City to review projects there the rest of the week. Oh, yes, there’s a surprise en route.”
“Huh? Surprise?”
“Yes, Pam’s is coming with us. She’s responsible for the largest two of the six projects in KC, and wanted to be there for those reviews. Of course, she also wanted to be there when you pull your Willie out of your pants and start to fuck ripe female bodies. I believe she wanted to be one of them, and I know I certainly do.”
Somewhat in jest I said, “I don’t fuck, I make love.” I pulled Jane to me and planted a rather passionate kiss on her lips.
After a minute, Jane pulled away and fanned her face with one hand. “I’ll say, and I do love you, and I love making love with you. I guess I fucked around so much this weekend that I’m using that cruder term for our activities.”
“You didn’t like the guys this weekend, only their ability to fill your pussy and deliver a few orgasms?” My voice dripped with sarcasm.
Jane answered in a more serious tone, “The two guys are Pam’s partners. I didn’t want to pull any romantic stuff with either of them lest I irritate her. That said, I really liked Bob and Pete a lot – a whole lot. I could fall in love with either or both of them, and I think they felt the same way about me. We minced words when we were cuddling after making love, but I felt like we each wanted to say something significant to the other.”
“Did you talk to Pam about it?”
“No, of course not.”
“Well, I think some evening this week you two should talk about how you feel and how you think they felt. Pam is being very open with us, and even sharing her body with us in many ways. I certainly felt that the two of us were more than just a hot fuck for each other. I bet she won’t mind in the least, and further, that she’ll encourage you.”
Jane pondered that reversal in her thinking.
When the food was gone and the kitchen cleaned, I led Jane up to ‘our’ bedroom. I noted that I had started calling it ‘our’ bedroom, and she didn’t object. I had started to wonder where all of this was going, particularly when the various consulting jobs for TCI ended, and I was no longer traveling to New Jersey. Maybe they’d never end, and this was my motivation to sell more business into TCI so I could keep coming back.
The two of us made sweet love with each other, an event that warmed our hearts and certainly made me feel very protective and loving towards Jane. I could feel the same vibes from her. We were on the same page. After two rounds of lovemaking, I cradled Jane in my arms, we whispered words of love to one another, and we drifted off to sleep.
Tuesday proved to be a challenging day, but at three o’clock, Jane, Pam, and I made a mad dash for Newark Airport and barely made a four-thirty flight to Kansas City. We had economy seats, and I took the middle seat of three with Jane by the window and Pam on the aisle. Only five minutes after takeoff, both Pam and Jane were asleep on my shoulders. The flight attendant walked by, looked at the two of them snuggled into me, gave me a wink, and finished her patrol of the aisle. I put my head back and dozed off, too.
Jane’s secretary had arranged connecting rooms for us at the Intercontinental, only about a mile from the KC TCI office. We took dinner and drinks in the hotel restaurant, and then walked around the scenic square just across a small river from the hotel. After that we went back to the hotel, stripped our clothing off, and Jane had me make love to Pam, much to Pam’s delight.
I prolonged the experience using the techniques I’d learned in my Tantric sex class, and as a result Pam had so many orgasms she eventually begged me to give her a rest and to transfer my affections to Jane. I did exactly that, but then went back to Pam after thirty minutes, and finished both off in a series of explosive climaxes.
Pam had become a blithering sexpot during our lovemaking. I whispered to Pam that I had very loving feelings for her and wanted her in my life forever. She told me that she’d fallen in love with me, and so we made out some more as Jane lingered nearby kissing each of us. Eventually, I nudged Jane to start the discussion with Pam that we’d talked about the night before. Given where Pam and I were, I thought it would be a good time to bring up how she felt.
Jane hemmed and hawed a little, but then figured out how to express her feelings. “Pam, you know I love you, and I’m tiptoeing to be sure I don’t hurt you. I want to tell you that this weekend I was having the same kind of feelings toward Bob and Pete ... and, unless I really misread them, I thought they were leaning my direction, too.” Jane’s statement sounded somewhat mechanical and rehearsed, but it got the message across.
Jane had the wisdom to make that statement and then shut up and let Pam process what she’d just said. I kissed the two of them.
After a minute, Pam said, “Well, after making love with Steve – and falling for him, this’ll sound odd to some, but I continue to love Bob and Pete. One of the reasons why is that they give me the freedom to do this, and even to develop other emotional attachments, although this is the first time I’ve had feelings of love over someone other than the two of them.”
She continued, “I think Bob and Pete do love you, Jane, much as I do. I don’t begrudge them that, nor do I think ill of you, nor do I want to change the direction things are going. I think this situation is developing into something really special for all of us.”
Jane’s next statement surprised me, “Oh, Pam, thank you. You’re so understanding. I’m feeling like the old lady in all these relationships. I mean you and Steve are about the same age, and I’m twelve years older. Soon, I could imagine you guys go off and leave the old lady to fend for herself.”
I jumped on her statement, “JANE, that’s trash talk. Our ages have nothing to do with how we think about you. I love you, and that’s independent of age.”
Jane poured out some more words, “But Bob and Pete are your age, and your partners in Boston as even younger. I did feel some comfort with their parents, and with some of the older members of their swing circle.”
“Stop that. Age has nothing to do with anything we’re doing or thinking or emoting. We are not planning to ditch ‘the old lady,’ namely because I don’t think there’s one around.”
Pam jumped in, “Jane, I love you, too, and I agree with Steve. There’s no reason to bring your age, or anyone else’s, into any of our talk or decisions or anything. No one’s thinking you’re old, or someone else is younger, or anything like that. Please stop it.”
I reminded her, “Jane, think about some of the other women that I like and make love with – Jean, my girls’ mother; and then many of the women in the swing group; and even Gale is older than I am. I don’t think about age. Don’t you.”
Jane broke down and started crying. I pulled her naked body next to mine, so she was one-third on the bed, and two-thirds atop me. I rubbed her back and shoulders, and just cooed words of love to her. Pam went around and turned out the lights, set the alarm clock, and then snuggled in behind Jane – kissing her back and shoulders. Gradually, Jane’s crying jag stopped and she seemed to go to sleep. I continued to stroke her body and tell her how loved she was by everyone she came in contact with.
In the morning, we awoke with the alarm. I took Jane in one shower while Pam used the one in the other bedroom that we barely used. Jane seemed to put on a brave face for the day, and we went to work. Pam and I were both overly solicitous to Jane, and tried to cheer her up from the strange mood she’d plunged into as we dressed, ate breakfast, drove to TCI, and then started the day’s meetings.
As the day went on, Jane got into her ‘serious working role’ and the down mood of the night before and the early morning evaporated. I had hopes that it wouldn’t return. Come the end of the day, fortunately, Jane seemed more cheerful, and she told me she had an apology and explanation to make later.
Later turned out to be over the dinner table in a Southwestern restaurant near our hotel. Jane got Pam’s and my attention, “I owe you both an apology, and an explanation for why I got all teary and maudlin and irrational last night. Concisely, I forgot to take my depression meds for the past few days and last night was the result.”
I asked, “You mean like Prozac?”