Chapter 5: Threesome Sex Is Mind Blowing

So here I was nude with two of the prettiest women in the entire country in a similar state lying beside me. One of them was Lynn, the gorgeous blonde that I had just made love to and with whom I was madly in love. We had spent the morning in a tense stand-off and confrontation with her soon-to-be-ex-husband and then after a busy afternoon we had a romantic dinner at Zoria’s in downtown Sarasota where she’d consented to live with me.

We weren’t alone, however. Karen Price, a friend and colleague from Lynn’s new job had joined us. She and I became a subterfuge in dealing with Lynn’s husband. Karen had helped Lynn stand up to her alcoholic and abusive husband, ultimately telling him to disappear from her life forever and that she was divorcing him.

I had learned more over our dinner about how Karen had coached Lynn and helped build her confidence about leaving and declaring that relationship over with and dead. Now, suddenly, she was also an intimate part of our lives – a very intimate part.

The three of us had a wonderful and romantic dinner at Zoria’s, returned to my home and made love. Karen and I had just brought Lynn to several orgasms that deserve mention in Ripley’s Believe It or Not because of their intensity. I felt so glad to give some pleasure to Lynn after her unpleasant confrontations and tensions. Further, it appeared that Karen was now a key part of our lives. She told us she had no intention of going anyplace else.

Lynn had recovered sufficiently to ask me, her older paramour, to deliver the same sensations to Karen. She said she wanted to watch and help.

“My pleasure,” I replied, “but this might take a while.”

I got two warm wet washcloths from the bathroom and came and washed each woman’s face, giving sensual kisses as I finished. I also started to cleanup Lynn’s pussy, but Karen stopped me. “I want that,” she said with a cheeky grin.

With that Karen knelt in front of Lynn and put her butt in the air. She started to eat and suck my cum from around and out of Lynn’s sodden vagina.

Karen’s pussy was fully exposed as she knelt, and gaped at me as I tossed the washcloths into the bathroom. I could actually look inside this sexy woman given the stance on her knees that she’d adopted. Her legs were spread apart, her pink showed, and I ran my hands up her thighs and over her gorgeous ass, connecting with her trimmed pussy and its sheen of moisture. I initially inserted a couple of fingers into her dark hole; she waggled her lower body at me as I did. She liked this.

I moved under Karen lying on my back, and pulled her cunt down onto my face – onto my tongue. I was now licking her pussy as she sucked my cum from Lynn. I actually got hard just thinking about what we were doing as well as the endless possibilities and diversions we had yet to explore. Karen rocked back hard against my face as I brought her to her second orgasm of the night.

About then Lynn came again as a result of the tongue work of Karen, then Lynn and I rolled Karen onto her back and pretty much repeated on her what she and I had done to Lynn only moments earlier. It took me a little longer to reach my own orgasm and shoot my jets of potent sperm into Karen’s love nest. I lost count of the female orgasms – there were many. Karen was very entertaining, particularly as she talked dirty to us and described all the acts that she wanted perpetrated on her. Lynn and I both ate my cum from Karen. Oh, what a sexual orgy of pleasure and lust we had that evening.

We were sweaty, hot, covered in each other’s sexual juices, and none of us wanted to make a move that would take us out of contact with the others. Instead, I knew everyone wanted more juices and sexual contact. “Skin on skin,” I muttered; “one of life’s great inventions.”

We smoothed and petted, fingered, licked, sucked, and kissed around our ‘pig pile’ of horny people. Gradually each of us fell asleep, finally sated sexually and emotionally by the events of the day. I held both women close to me and in a few minutes realized that heaven had found me rather than the other way around.

I awoke at the usual time and took my tired and sexually satisfied body to the beach for my meditation time. The messages I felt rather than heard that day were slightly different: “Thank your neighbors,” “Help someone other than yourself,” and “Love unconditionally.”

More than that I felt at peace and in harmony with the Universe in a way that hadn’t been there before. It was almost as if I’d been trying to move in a particular direction and had all these barriers and frictions that kept me from reaching my goal, but suddenly I’d changed direction and everything was smooth and easy to see and realize. When I came out of my meditation, I realized that I’d spent more than an hour-and-a-half at the beach versus my normal half hour or hour. I just figured the Universe had more to say to me – to infuse in me. I liked that word – ‘infuse’; that was how I was receiving my instructions.

I picked up coffee and sticky buns on the way home. When I peeked in on the women Karen was spooned behind Lynn and there was a lot of sleeping still going on. I decided not to bother them although if I’d been thirty years younger, we’d have been having a fucking contest.

I got several of my large t-shirts and quietly set them out on the bed in obvious invitation that they’d be good nightshirts. I even set a couple of robes out just in case the gals were feeling more modest.

I made coffee and set out juice for everyone and was watching the morning news on the kitchen TV at low volume when Lynn came into the room rubbing her eyes. She was naked as a jaybird. She slithered into my lap and kissed me, then forced my arms around her and snuggled into me in a sleepy sexy sort of way and closed her eyes again.

“You’re nice and warm,” I whispered to her.

“So are you,” she said as she squirmed into my lap. I responded with more than a slight erection.

We kissed and cuddled for a long time. I couldn’t resist her body, however, and soon had my hands fondling her lovely breasts. Lynn pulled my head to hers, I told her, “You know I love you, don’t you? I’m totally devoted to you. I want to bring you happiness and pleasure.” I got a nice morning smile.

I thought a long time then responded. “Lynn, I love you. This may be the first time you’ve really heard those words from me – that way and so clearly, because I’ve felt I couldn’t say them without some kind of reservation what with Nancy and everything in our pasts. I didn’t know for sure if I’d mean them or if I’d be fooling myself. Hear me now ... I love you.”

Lynn put her head on my shoulder and we both got teary with each other in our newfound happiness. In the two months we’d known each other we’d managed to heal each other’s wounds and solve each other’s problems. I felt I was over my debilitating grief at losing Nancy. Doug was gone and Lynn had moved on into a much better and new life.

Lynn pulled away and looked in my eyes. She said, “I love you, and I hope this isn’t a show stopper but I love Karen, too. Is there room for her in our arms, too?”

I didn’t even have to think about the answer, “Yes, of course. Just know that the leap might be bigger for her to make than for either of us.” She nodded.

We hugged for a bit then Lynn moved seductively around the kitchen having her juice and coffee. She didn’t mean to be seductive but a nude woman with the Body of Lynn would be seductive under any circumstances. She wasn’t trying, she just was.

Karen appeared rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She was also naked. I didn’t have a chance of concentrating on the Sudoku game I’d started before Lynn appeared. I didn’t want that diversion from the beauty moving around my kitchen. I was all eyes, and hyper aroused.

Karen came and sat on my lap and snuggled into my neck the way Lynn had a few minutes earlier. I watched Lynn; she was happy that we were cuddling. I winked at her and her smile broadened. I kissed Karen and she kissed back and mewled lovingly into our embrace.

Karen and Lynn had a long talk that morning and on into the afternoon. I left them alone to it, although I did occasionally walk through the room to remind them that I was an interested party. At least they’d put on the t-shirts I’d left them otherwise I would have drooled my way into total dehydration. At one point Lynn came to me with what she called a ‘serious question.’

“Ask away,” I told her.

“Well, we want to know how you would feel if Karen and I made love without you sometimes? Would you be mad or jealous?”

I laughed, which was a relief to her. “You are two vital, horny ladies. Even if I was thirty, I couldn’t satisfy your every need.”

I went on, “I’ve always believed that if you love someone you set them free, and I mean really free to pursue whatever relationships they find in whatever way they want. There’s always a risk that you might lose that loved one but if you hold on too tight you carry an even greater risk, I think.”

“Consider Karen too,” I told her, “she’ll have needs you and I can’t fill. For instance, you and I have both had children but she hasn’t. Will her biological clock suddenly tell her she’s got to be pregnant and become a mother? What would we do? Do you want another child around the house? Do I? I think we ought to have that discussion if we’re really talking about living together and being a family. Heck, even you and I haven’t talked about this stuff. It’s what’s dating is all about, isn’t it?”

“What’s important throughout all of our talks and throughout our relationship is that we have respect for each other, that we can engage in a loving relationship without any hesitation or mental evasion. We need to celebrate each other and the love we each have for one another. So, no, I don’t need to participate and I would be pleased and happy that the two of you are having a time of happiness and love with each other. I confess my own horniness, however; I’d like to watch.” We laughed at my admission but Lynn’s mouth was hanging open. She didn’t expect so much philosophy nor an answer that gave such unequivocal support for our threesome regardless of the form it took at any moment.

“God, you amaze me,” she said. She kissed me, flashed me smile, lifted her t-shirt and flashed me her pussy and tits, and scampered off to rejoin Karen in the living room. I heard them laughing and it brought a smile to my face. The sound was like angels singing. I hadn’t been so happy in years.

About an hour later they came and got me to come and join their talk. The end result was that Karen wanted ‘in’, as she said; she wanted to be part of our relationship. So, we redefined ‘our’ relationship to include the three of us. I wondered where my angel had flown in from. Someone was clearly giving me blessings beyond all human imagination and hope.

To celebrate there was an hour of lovemaking that went on by the three of us. I think we would have gone longer except we all got hungry.

“How do you do it?” Martin asked. “I send you a woman who needs help, which you provide, but she turns out to look like a fashion model AND you two fall in love AND she brings a friend who also looks like a model AND falls in love with you AND you’re almost my age. What the hell kind of after shave lotion do you use?”

Martin was my neighbor and long-time friend. He was actually fifty-eight, several years older than me. He was a tall, thin guy with salt-and-pepper hair that made him look like he stepped out of the pages of GQ or some other sophisticated magazine for males. He was always dressed sharply.

Martin Williams was married to an equally attractive woman named Penny who had the same care for her dress and appearance as he did, although she was younger. Together for a long time, they’d birthed Clare Williams, a daughter that was married and lived in Ohio but visited often with two of her children.

Martin and Penny had invited Lynn, Karen and me to their home for dinner and to meet Clare. Clare had been instrumental in introducing Lynn and me only a few months earlier when Lynn had fled the abusive relationship with her alcoholic husband.

The women had gone off to the kitchen to chatter with each other. Martin was quizzing me about my relationship with Lynn and Karen that was no longer a secret in the neighborhood after the major confrontation a few weeks earlier when Lynn’s husband had shown up and created quite a scene. Fortunately, many of the neighbors made their friendship, support, and appearance known at just the right time to defuse a potentially explosive situation.

“Actually, I use ‘Old Spice’, Martin. But I don’t think that has anything to do with why the three of us like each other – no, love each other,” I added.

Martin looked questioningly, so I kept going, “We share a philosophy about love and life that is pretty expansive. It allows for a breadth of relationships and experiences that a couple just can’t provide one another. Back in the ‘70’s people coined the term ‘Open Marriage’ to describe a relationship sort of like this one. That was how Nancy and I lived before she passed away. We were always encouraging each other to go out and be bold in meeting others and in bringing others or those experiences back to our relationship.”

“You mean you were swingers?” Martin asked.

“No, nothing like that,” I asserted. “Swinging implies a frivolousness about the sexual side of your relationship. Nancy and I didn’t have that attitude although there were times, we would have been willing to play that way, however we didn’t have any opportunities. Other times, we could have had lots of one-nighters but didn’t. We did share a deep relationship with another couple for a long time back in the late ‘90s until they had to move to the west coast.”

Martin confided, “Penny and I tried swinging back years ago. I still recall fondly some of the friends we made there and the encounters we had. I’d do it today but Penny doesn’t seem inclined. It takes me three months to talk her into having sex.” He rolled his eyes.

I said, “If you want more intimate times you have to deliver the foreplay, just like in the old days, you know, flowers, wine, jewelry, compliments, oral sex, gifts.” I grinned.

“And you do that with TWO women that are best friends and lovers?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yep. Every day,” I said proudly. “It comes naturally because I love each of them.”

“Well maybe some of what you have will linger in the house long enough that it won’t take three months this time. I’ll slather on the foreplay, too. Maybe I’ll get lucky tonight! Meantime, you’ll be buried in a pile of beautiful sexy flesh in your bedroom.”

Karen came out and put her arms around my neck and kissed the top of my head. “Can I get you guys anything?” she asked.

“Well, Martin’s horny and would like to get laid,” I said. “I’m feeling kind of randy, too. You gals up for anything?” and I quickly added, “And a diet coke would be wonderful, too.”

Karen punched me in the arm – hard. Then kissed my arm where she’d hit me and looked at Martin. She got a seductive look in her eye and then moved and started to run her hands up his arms and neck into his hair.

I laughed. Martin got squeamish immediately at the physical contact and practically rolled up into a little ball. Karen laughed. She left and appeared two minutes later with two cokes for us then disappeared again to rejoin the other women in the kitchen.

“I don’t know how you keep up with her, let alone Lynn AND her.”

“Drugs,” I offered in jest.

“I know,” Martin said sarcastically, “call your doctor if your erection lasts more than four hours.”