Chapter 6

2013 continued

Abby spent hours and hours over the next week with her mother learning about the polyamorous sexual experience her parents had enjoyed with Connie. One result was that Jean and Don reached out to her yet again in a long letter, despite the apparent isolation from them that Connie had self-imposed. Part of what seemed to break the ice for the three of them was that Jean wrote her about the triad their daughter was in.

A week later, Jean burst into my house waving a letter she'd just gotten. She had tears of happiness streaking down her face. She ran into Abby's arms and sobbed, "Connie still loves us. She's coming here."

Eventually, I got to read the letter from Connie as it got passed around.

A week later as Anna and I left the house in the morning for our speed walk down the beach, I noted a car in Don and Jean's driveway with Washington license plates. Connie had arrived sometime the previous night.

I joked with Anna that we should barge in to say 'Good Morning, ' the way Jean occasionally did. I think Jean actually got off in some way at catching one of us naked, especially me. I had gotten so I didn't even bother to cover up, and Jean didn't seem shocked at seeing my body – or anybody else's, so I'd take my time getting a towel or slipping on a pair of shorts.

Anna said, "They probably fucked all night long. I bet my dad is really tired."

"Then they're really hyped up on adrenalin with their lover back in their arms. I bet we see them early."

Sure enough, when we came trotting back down the beach on the packed sand near the tide line we could see three people sitting out on Don and Jean's deck. We moved up to say hello.

I found it no surprise that the three of them were barely dressed. Don wore boxers. Jean and Connie, who I met for the first time, were in thin t-shirts with their nipples trying to escape and obviously nothing on below the waist. I felt sexually attracted to both women, and it wasn't the first time with Abby's mother either.

Connie fawned a bit over meeting Anna Pechet and me, but slowly got accustomed to our laid back style, appropriate only for the Cape. We'd been there often enough that we just made ourselves at home, getting coffee for ourselves. Connie relaxed as she saw how Don and Jean treated Anna.

I asked, "Has Abby shown up?"

"Not a sign of her this morning." Jean teased, "You two must have worn her out last night."

I chuckled, "We were just trying to keep up with all the moans, groans, screams, and other sexual noises floating over to our place from here." I glanced at Connie as I said that.

Connie gasped, "Oh, my God. You could hear us?"

Jean and Don started to laugh. "Darling, he's teasing you, and you just revealed to him what kind of a night we shared."

I laughed and took my cellphone off my armband. I dialed Abby. A few seconds later, a groggy voice answered the phone. "Where are you?"

"Next door with your parents and your Dutch aunt. Why don't you dress sexy and come over. Clothing is sparse over here, so don't go overboard."

Abby acknowledged the request and we hung up. A few minutes later, she arrived also wearing only a t-shirt except she had on the bottoms to one of her bikinis. She did look sexy; I even noted that Don had to split his time between the four sexpots.

Abby came in and went right to Connie. The pair hugged and played the 'my you've changed' game as far as Abby was concerned. Abby had been ten years old when Connie left for the west coast.

Abby confirmed what I'd heard earlier, that Connie had been like a second mother. I knew there were dozens of questions she had, and I vowed to not ask them. Anna wisely kept that same stance.

After two cups of coffee, Anna and I left to shower and do something about breakfast. Our offer to prepare something for everyone was gratefully accepted, so we suggested that they come over in about forty-five minutes. Abby stayed behind to talk.

Anna and I showered together and resisted the physical urges we had to mate in the shower. We were both well into making waffles and omelets by the time the others joined us. From the mood, I could tell there'd been some frank questions and discussion in the short time. Abby's eyes were red, but she scampered off to take a quick shower and dress. The others were still in 'bedroom dress.' I liked that because Jean and Connie were less than guarded about occasionally flashing me.

Breakfast had no sooner ended than Don and Jean started to make flirtatious comments to Connie, who seemed to warmly receive them. The trio bid us a happy day and went back to their home a couple of hundred feet away through the low dunes and sea grass.

After they were out of earshot, Abby said, "Those three are about to fuck each others' brains out – again."

I commented, "Good idea. Anybody up for similar activities before we get busy with other things."

I got two happy feminine smiles, and the three of us headed back to the bedroom together.

An hour later and mostly sated, Abby teased, "Did you like seeing Connie and my mother's pussy?" The three of us were lying nude in the middle of our bed.

Anna made exaggerated lapping and slurping noises.

I smiled and chuckled, "What's not to like? I love pussy. I love your mother. Connie is loveable too. Ergo, I loved seeing all that loveable pussy." I paused and added, "Of course, I love the pussy that's here all that much more."

"Good answer, Kemosabe," Anna tossed out as she rolled back into my arms to kiss me.

Out of nowhere, Abby suddenly popped up on one elbow and looked me in the eye; she asked, "Jim, would you like to make love to my mother or to Connie?"

"Whoa! Where'd that idea come from?"

Abby chuckled, "Well, a couple of weeks ago we talked about our open relationship. Mom thinks you're hot, and from the looks Connie was giving you I think she agrees. They have an open relationship too. I could put in a good word for you. We did agree that you could have other sexual relationships, and this would keep it 'all in the family, ' so to speak."

"I can't believe you want me to sleep with your mother and her friend."

Abby leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips. "I do actually. I want to see what it feels like now that we've created an open relationship. I love my mom and Connie, and they obviously like you. Daddy has to go back to the city to teach his summer classes. The women will be horny, and you're always horny, ergo you could all satisfy each other."

"What about the two of you?"

Anna kissed Abby right in front of me. "Oh, we'll think of some way to console ourselves while you're next door."

Abby added, "I love thinking about you making it with them – it turns me on. Maybe sometime you'd even let me watch. I'd love to see my mother and Connie in action with you."

I shook my head, "I am not walking over to your parents' house and announcing that I'm the stud-in-residence-until-Don-gets-home."

Abby laughed, "Don't worry. I'll set it up for you."

I rolled my eyes. Suddenly, I had one of Anna's breasts in my mouth. As I was sucking Anna said, "I'd like to see that too – you fucking Jean. That'd be so hot – your big throbbing cock driving into her pussy, and later her pussy drooling out your white cum for one of us to slurp up."

I moaned, and as I did I became aware that I'd hardened back to a 'ten, ' and I wanted to fuck someone. Abby slithered her pussy slowly down my cock. She said in a loud whisper, "Just pretend I'm Jean. I have this nice tight pussy, and I waited years to fuck my neighbor, and now it's happening. I am so happy ... and he feels so good inside me."

I kept my eyes closed and savored the fantasy Abby painted. Later, Anna and I vacuumed up the cum from Abby's pussy, even sharing some of it with her.

Sunday afternoon I worked on my book and another outline. I was hung up on finding some novel way to describe a character about to put the world's population in dire straits. Anna was reading another script and Abby had gone next door. I put the idea out of my head that she would say anything sexual to her mother or Connie; I figured all that earlier talk had been colossal teasing.

About five o'clock, Abby called and suggested we meet at six-thirty to walk up to the little town center for drinks and dinner at the Beach Shack. Anna and I liked that idea, and said we'd bang on their door at the appointed time. Abby asked us to bring a wrap for her in case we decided to sit outside.

When Anna and I arrived next door, we discovered that Don had already left to return to the city. I admired how willing he was to just poke along in slow moving traffic to get off the Cape. The result was that the four women and I happily strolled a mile or so up the beach to the restaurant.

Abby was ebullient about Connie having returned to live with Don and Jean. Apparently, they'd spent some time talking about jobs in the area near Don and Jean's house, and even went through the Sunday paper and searched on the Internet. Connie seemed in no rush to go back to work, and admitted to a little burnout at her last job trying to keep the business afloat.