Sisters, Friends, and Lovers - Book Three
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Chapter 55: Winning Over the Innocent
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 55: Winning Over the Innocent - 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 Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Incest Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Periodically during my travels, I got reports from Fran about luring Loren into our bawdy wedding and beyond that into pure lusty sluthood. Loren had taken the news of us living in a polyamorous relationship without much emotion other than curiosity. Fran said she asked some polite questions about how it worked, who else was involved, and why Fran had decided to pursue that lifestyle.
A week later, Fran commented about meeting up with Aidan for dinner, emphasizing that the liaison was a ‘date’ and that for certain he’d get lucky that night because she was horny. She’d already commented that I was in Denver. Fran said that Loren’s eyebrows went very high, even after she assured her that I was fully cognizant of Aidan and Fran’s ultimate intent, and that I not only approved but encouraged them.
A day or so later, she mentioned Matt Chung and how it was so nice to have him stay over occasionally when I was away because he could fix ‘guy things’ and was nice to cuddle up to. This time Loren enquired more specifically how many men and women were in our group. Fran only talked about the Cambridge contingent at that point: herself, Sheila, Ally, René, Ivy, Aidan, Matt, and me.
A week later, however, she mentioned Chip and Lyle, and how they’d made her feel so special over the weekend when I was away by both making love to her at the same time. Fran explained and apologized for failing to mention them the prior week because she was only thinking of what went on in our own apartment. She didn’t think that Loren had taken in that the men were married to Gale and Nancy, but she’d mentioned it.
The week after that I was back home working in Cambridge for the week, and I joined Fran and Loren for lunch again on Wednesday. I could almost smell all the questions that Loren wanted to ask me about our poly-swing situation, but she held back and acted shy.
I didn’t. Somehow over lunch, I said something about Jane and Marge, obliquely implying I had been with them well outside of business hours. Loren got a puzzled look, and I explained that the two of them were other women I loved, and how fortunate I was to have an extension of my intentional family outside of Massachusetts.
Loren asked with some degree of wonderment, “You mean ... you’re intimate with those women?”
I replied, “Yes, of course, and there’s Brenda, too. Marge and Brenda are married but have their husbands’ blessings to be with us. Of course, Mike, Brenda’s husband joins us sometimes. He’s cool and does marketing for the Denver Broncos. Jane and Marge love him, too.
Loren sputtered a little bit, obviously trying to get her thoughts organized for a follow-up question. Before she could ask, I continued, “Jane is a high-powered executive running a huge portion of TCI, and Marge is her assistant. Marge is in her early sixties, but you’d think she was barely forty. She’s such a sweetheart. I love both of them so much ... and Brenda, the head of HR for that part of TCI.”
Loren visibly calmed herself and said, “Oh.”
Fran gave a unique perspective on what we’d been talking about. “Loren, I know some of the way we live is unusual, but we’ve grown into this lifestyle a little at a time, and all of us are so excited, joyous, vibrant, and inspired by what we’re living that it’s hard to contain ourselves sometimes. There’s just so much love around us. Forgive us if we’ve embarrassed you in anyway.”
Loren quickly said, “Oh, you haven’t embarrassed me. If anything, I’m hyper-curious about how you make it work, and who in your families know about how you live.”
I took that as my cue, “Oh, all our close relatives know how we live and love. My parents aren’t the most enthusiastic because they were raised in the old paradigm about relationships that is still quite dominate today – monogamy, exclusivity, possessiveness, and such, but it’s fading in light of new possibilities.”
Fran stepped in, “My parents are supportive, and also active in their own version of this lifestyle, plus you do know that two of the people we live with are my sisters – that’s how all this started.”
“Please tell me how you started. I’d love to know.”
Fran and I regaled Loren with my separately and casually having dated Fran and Sheila, and then discovering in an embarrassing evening at their parent’s home that they were sisters. The result that night, since we’d been building up to having sex, was that the three of us had sex together, aided in part by the closeness of the sisters. Ally, the third sister, then wanted in on our threesome to make it a foursome. Jane, René, and I coupled up in New Jersey, but then René moved to Cambridge. I met Ivy in Denver, and we fell for each other, too, and she moved to Cambridge to be with us, so our circle widened even more. Around the fringes, I mentioned Gale, Nancy, Rita, Jane, Marge, Brenda, and Pam, but alluded to there being a few others. We also mentioned Lyle, Chip, Aidan, Matt, Sean, Mike, and a few other males, too.
Loren’s eyes were as large as saucers as she listened to our detailed story. We were out of time, so she didn’t get a change to pursue things further, but I suggested we get together on Friday as I had some time, and apparently they did too.
Friday, the three of us met back at Panera’s for lunch. Loren again was twitchy with her questions, but sat on all of them lest they create an awkward situation. After greeting, eating part of our lunch, and dealing with the weather, Fran moved things along.
Fran said, “Wednesday we indicated that we had a comfortable intentional family whom we live with and love. We didn’t get into the details very much, but if I were in your shoes I’d sure want some of the sexy details. Right?” She gave Loren a lecherous grin.
Loren nodded numbly, and I had the feeling that she steeled herself for what was coming next, despite her curiosity.
Fran pulled her iPad out of her oversized purse. “I brought us pictures of where we live.” She swiped her finger back and forth a few times. “This is our bedroom. To answer probably your largest question, we all sleep together, although if everyone is there it can get a little tight. We have a super-king bed made of a regular king and a double bed, and across from that you can see our queen-size bed. The six of us can sleep there really comfortably, particularly since Steve is so snuggly and cuddly, and if one of the guys sleeps over it’s not too bad either.”
She swiped through some other pictures showing the rest of the apartment, some included photos of Sheila, Ivy, René, and Ally, and even one with Jane and I snuggled together on the sofa looking at a magazine.
Loren obviously wanted to know how we made love. I found myself silently laughing at the unrestrained curiosity she now exhibited.
I turned to Fran and said with a snicker, “Of course, we do more than sleep in those beds. Are you going to tell the complete story?”
Fran turned to Loren and asked in a serious tone, “Do you want to know those kinds of details?”
Loren nodded ever so slightly, her eyes continuing to stare at the two of us, and I thought she didn’t want to blink for fear she’d miss something.
Fran said, “We make love a lot – every day, multiple times. We’re used to having the others around or involved in some way; they make it even more erotic for us. Sometimes, it’ll just be Steve and one of us, or Aidan or Matt, but other times we’ll all get together and play, and it’s so much fun and so arousing to watch each other, and hear the sounds of others making love, too.”
Loren was nodding, and I imagined her thinking about our beds full of naked people moaning and groaning and fucking wildly in a Caligula-type orgy.
Fran went on, “Steve is unique in that he can really control his sexual responses. He can fuck for hours, have orgasms, but hold back from ejaculating and thus losing his edge. The result is that he gives each of us girls multiple orgasms every time we make love, and I mean more than a dozen of them for each of us.”
“A dozen!??!” Loren exclaimed with a hint of awe in her voice. She looked at me as though I were a Greek god.
Fran swooned a little, “And when he does finish, it’s like fireworks going off all over the city. He also does something we girls call the ‘Big Steve Experience,’ and it sort of involves some really intense pleasure – and I mean the purest form of pleasure you can imagine – and one result is that as he’s loving you, and you reach your crescendo, you peak so high that you may black out and just swim in that pleasure for a few minutes as it washes through your body. The French call it La Petite Mort, but for us it’s the Big Steve Experience. You come out of it just fine, but you remember it as one of the highlights of your life.
Loren looked at me and asked in a soft voice, “Does it involve drugs?”
I shook my head, “Oh, no; only two people making love and a desire to please and pleasure each other. Just to set the record straight, none of us use drugs, and our use of alcohol is low – maybe a beer or glass of wine occasionally.”
Loren whispered, “Oh, wow.”
Fran suddenly slapped her hand over her mouth, and we both looked at her sudden action. She said in mock horror, “Oh, dear. I bet we’ve shared way too much.” She looked around the restaurant, and asked, “I’m going to get a cookie; does anyone else want a cookie.” She popped up out of her chair, obviously ending the conversation, grabbed her purse, and walked toward the sweets display.
Loren looked disappointed.
I said, “I’m sorry if we said too much. We weren’t trying to make you uncomfortable. Fran feels so comfortable around you that she lets her hair down, like today, and I guess she also got me doing it. I know you’re shy and probably don’t like to be shocked about our family life.”
Loren didn’t make eye contact, but she said, “Well, I’m trying to not be introverted or timid. That’s why I admire Fran so; she’s so ‘out there’. I want to be that way, and she’s my role model. As for the subject matter and level of detail, well, ... it was fine. Don’t feel bad, and you certainly didn’t upset my sensibilities. I was curious and hoping you’d talk more about what you did. I could ... well, never mind.”
We said a few more words and then Fran reappeared with three large cookies. She distributed them to us, and then launched into a commentary about how expensive the new stores along Boylston Street were, and how they were forcing those of us on limited budgets to head to the suburbs and the discount malls. That day, we never went back to prepping Loren.
Over the next month, I was all over the map in my travel: ten days in Denver, a few scattered days in New Jersey, a quick trip to Chicago, including one night with Doug and Sheri – and Lori, three days in Dallas, and another two in Seattle. I felt I was spreading myself thin. I had two strategic planning jobs underway, plus twenty-six systems development projects that I oversaw and tweaked periodically. I’d been able to pick the cream of the staff at FDC for these jobs because they were so important to the success of my company that I knew it would be hard to fail.