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I was soon matching her stroke for stroke on my side of the door. Maggie had lowered her arm, beginning to caress, kneading one of her lovely full pliant breasts. Seeing her doing this just outside my door, standing on the small step of the porch sent shivers of overwhelming excitement coursing through me. It was surrealistic seeing her standing there playing with herself like that, even though it was dark. And though there wasn’t anyone who could possibly see what either one of us was doing, it made the whole encounter that much more thrilling and dangerously exciting.

“Cum on me!” Maggie said after what had seemed like hours of watching one another masturbating.

I made as to open the door so that I could step outside, or that Maggie could come in. But she once again surprised me by pushing the door closed with her hand, baring me from doing so.

“No. Through the screen!”

OK, that WAS a little weird; even I had to admit that. But as weird as it was, it was also one of the best fucking idea’s I’d ever heard of too.

Turning back towards her, I had all but stuck my cock against the screen still jerking off as I felt Maggie pressing herself against the screen from her side. Her breasts were pressed firmly against it, and I knew damn well that she’d be leaving small little impressions against her flesh from having done so.

Maggie’s soft moans were becoming gradually louder and louder. I had for the first time begun to worry that some neighbor who might be standing outside enjoying a smoke or something might possibly pick up on the rather obvious erotic, lusty moans and groans that I could clearly hear coming from the darkness of my back porch.

“Shoot it for me baby,” she urged desperately. I could tell from the sounds of her almost constant moaning that she was on the verge of orgasm herself. I felt my balls tighten up in gleeful expectation, increasing the tempo of my fisting to ensure that the first hard felt spurts would somehow permeate the tiny-screened barrier that separated us.

Maggie’s high-pitched squeal of passionate delight pierced the silence of the night, actually setting off one or two dogs who’d begun barking. My orgasm exploded almost immediately after that. I felt rope after tight twisting rope of semen lurching from the head of my prick to splatter thickly against the screen. I had no idea of course if any of it actually got through to land on Maggie, but the following morning before leaving for work, I had quite a mess to clean up.

As for Maggie, she disappeared almost as quickly and as silently as she had come. When I was finally able to open my eyes after my final ball wrenching spasm, I looked up to find that Maggie had silently vanished.

As I had expected, it was a very long day for me at work, and I didn’t arrive home until late, staying longer than usual to finish up and complete several reports. As I pulled into my drive way I noticed that all of the lights in Maggie’s house appeared to be off. Her car was still there. Which told me that either she had retired for the night, which was a bit early for her. Or, that she was still up but in her bedroom whose lights I couldn’t see unless I purposely went around the opposite side of her house from mine.

I’d picked up some fast food on my way home from work. And though it somewhat satisfied the hunger urge I’d been having, it certainly didn’t compare in any respects to Maggie’s incredible cooking. And of course, that once again reminded me of her, and that bizarre little encounter we’d had the previous evening.

I finally made it up stairs to my bedroom, quickly undressed and got ready for bed. As it was now my almost automatic habit to do, I glanced out of my bedroom window. Sure enough, looking down I saw that Maggie had completely pulled her blinds open. Soft candlelight greeted me from dozens of burning candles, but that wasn’t nearly as spectacular as the way Maggie was greeting me now. Standing just a few feet away from the window, I saw that she was completely nude. Looking up towards me, she had placed her hands around her eyes as though she were using a pair of binoculars to look through at me. I immediately got the hint.

I raced over to my closet grabbing the pair of binoculars I had used to spy on her with previously. For some reason, it also felt better to stand there in the dark, so I quickly flipped the switch to off, making my way back to the window. Maggie was waiting, and smiling wickedly.

I quickly adjusted the glasses until they were perfectly focused on her. As though waiting for me to do so, I saw her turn around bending over so that she was resting her upper body against the backside of the couch. From behind, she reached around and began to insert one of the biggest fucking dildo’s I had ever seen before in my entire life. As I glanced through the glasses at her, I realized it was one of those two-headed fuck-toys, designed for use by two women simultaneously. And of course, I immediately wondered if it ever had been.

The double-dildo was so long and flexible that Maggie had no problem reaching around behind in order to hold it, fucking herself easily. I stood with one hand trying to balance the glasses, the other rapidly stroking my leaking cock, which was oozing more pre-cum than was necessary under the circumstances.

I have no idea how long I stood there watching her fucking herself like this. But it wasn’t nearly long enough before I saw that she was shuddering with the thrill of orgasmic release. As excited as I had been, I had purposely slowed my own orgasm, pushing it away so as to draw the expectation of my own pleasure to follow hers. Her unexpected and sudden climax had taken me by surprise, so I immediately increased my strokes in an attempt to catch up with her.

Still looking through the glasses, I saw Maggie stand up and begin to blow out the candles one by one. But not before she had poured the hot wax from each down onto her breasts before blowing it out, walking over to the next, where she repeated the entire process.

Suddenly I wasn’t in any big hurry to cum. Seeing Maggie dripping that hot wax down onto her tits was incredibly sensual. I’d never experienced anything like that before myself, and wondered briefly just what it must have been feeling like as I saw Maggie do it. Obviously she enjoyed it by the rapturous expression on her face.

She finally reached the last two or three candles when I felt the warmth of my semen running down the sides of my hands. I had felt the orgasm of course, but it had felt almost far away when it happened. So mesmerized by what I was watching, I hadn’t even realized I had climaxed until I felt that pleasured purge, and then the stickiness of cum clinging to my fingers.

When the last candle had been blown out, Maggie once again disappeared from view back into total darkness. I stood there in the window expectantly waiting for her to reappear, but like a ghost, she had shimmered away gradually until disappearing all together.

Tuesday at work, I could barely concentrate on what I was doing, wondering just what exactly this evening might bring. Or more to the point, just what little surprise Maggie might have in store for me this night. When I finally did arrive home, I found a note waiting for me just inside my front door.

“Richard, thought you might enjoy a special little treat. Use the key, let yourself in, and enjoy. Maggie.”

Once again I had no clue as to what Maggie might be up to. I had already noticed that her car wasn’t in the drive, but curiosity got the best of me so I went around back, located the key she’d hidden in the flowerpot letting myself in. Almost immediately I found another note taped to the refrigerator. Maggie had made stuffed peppers with all the trimmings, even setting out the wine to breathe. I saw that she’d actually set her formal dining room table, for one. This time Maggie had gone to great lengths to prepare something special as well as see to it that I dined elegantly and in style. I quickly reheated the peppers, poured myself a glass of Rubaiyat, really bringing out the flavor of the peppers, and enjoyed a nice, but very quiet dinner.

As good as it was, I was still feeling a little weird sitting there all by myself. When I had finished eating, I cleared off the dishes, washing and putting them away. I wasn’t about to leave Maggie with my mess to clean up, especially not after going to all the trouble she’d gone to for me. Picking up my plate, there was yet another note waiting for me when I did that.

“Hope you enjoyed the dinner. Good food, good wine can be just as erotic and sensual as sex, if you let it. You didn’t need me there to do that, but I hope the longing of my absence was served just as hot and spicy as you make me, Maggie.”

I then noticed there was a P.S. for me too.

“Oh…and when you’re done with the dishes, insert the tape I left you on the TV. I won’t be home tonight, so please, lock up for me after you’re done ok?”

Ok, so now I really was a little disappointed. But, she was right about one thing, the dinner was once again fabulous, and I was now becoming excited to find out what tape she’d chosen for me to watch. I knew Maggie had quite a selection, so I was more than a little curious to discover what sort of X-rated movie, as I’d guessed it must be, she’d picked out for me to view.

I finished the dishes, dried and put them away, poured another glass of wine and headed into the front room to turn on the TV set.

The tape was sitting just where she told me it would be, and though it wasn’t labeled, I assumed that it was indeed an erotic movie. Inserting the tape, I sat back with my wine and settled in expecting anything and everything. What I got didn’t fit precisely between my versions of those particular expectations.

In a second or so, I saw what was Maggie’s erotic little group of women. They were all on camera, and obviously knew it! Immediately I reached for the remote turning up the volume. There was Maggie as she inserted this interesting little vibrating egg inside herself on the couch. Shortly after that she began telling everyone about ‘our’ little evening together! Obviously, THIS was the Saturday just passed where she’d brought up the possibility of my joining their little club. Shirley was sitting off to one side holding onto some sort of miniature remote control. Obviously, she was in charge of whatever sensations Maggie was about to experience with the toy.

Over the next hour and a half, I was treated to Maggie’s retelling of our incredible encounter, which was accompanied periodically by various moans and groans from the women sitting around. Occasionally I was also treated to watching and seeing several of them masturbating themselves, or one another as they asked questions about me, or questions relating to the experience itself. It was quickly apparent that everyone of them was VERY enthusiastic about my joining them, though one or two had initial reservations about it until Maggie assured them all that I was more than willing to abide by the ‘rules’.

I sat there masturbating, enjoying the video that she had so thoughtfully left for me to watch, and then locked up and returned home. The following morning I called and had a local florist deliver two-dozen roses to Maggie’s home.

Every night had been an interesting experience, but during all of that, I had neither really seen nor been allowed to touch her in anyway. We’d had phone sex on Wednesday, describing in very intimate detail what we were doing to ourselves, as well as what we wanted to do to one another. We had both orgasmed of course, but I was finding that I needed that direct contact with her and regardless of the pleasure and stimulation I’d been enjoying, it was starting to drive me nuts having her keeping herself at arms length from me.

I thought that Maggie had finally caved in by Thursday when she actually invited me over, especially as it was already late. When I followed her into the bathroom, I was fairly certain that we were going to have another one of those fabulous little tub-gasims together. Instead, I sat washing her back, which I still enjoyed doing, while we talked intimately yes, and discussed all the various, naughty little things we’d ever done in our lives. Maggie had me strip, once again allowing my hopes to soar upwards, but all she did was wash me. She was also very careful never really touching me even though we sat there sharing our intimate thoughts. And so ended that evenings little adventure doing nothing more than speaking erotically. I returned home to sit in bed and contemplate just how crazy Maggie was causing me to become.

On Friday I received another note. But this one simply said, “Sleep tight, see you in the morning around nine, please come a few minutes early. Bring your hard-on, Maggie”.

I was so nervous and excited that night when I went to bed that it reminded me of the way I had felt as a boy on Christmas Eve. I tossed and turned, dreaming one thing after another all night long until I couldn’t stand it any more and finally got up. The clock said it was nearing 4:30. Even my coffee wouldn’t have started up yet. I padded downstairs to the coffee pot and switched it from timer to on, then sat staring at it as it slowly dripped into the single cup I had placed where the coffee pot normally would have been.

That first cup was extremely strong, but I needed it to help calm my nerves. Suddenly I had reservations about doing this. I began to contemplate the most ridicules and abstract thoughts imaginable. Would I ‘perform’ to everyone’s mutual satisfaction? Would I embarrass myself, and in doing so, embarrass and disappoint Maggie? Would I offend or step out of line by inadvertently saying or doing something I wasn’t supposed to do, or worse… offend someone else by not doing something I was expected to have done?

For the next hour I continued to fret and worry over it until I had almost talked myself out of going next door altogether. When the phone rang at a quarter to six, I almost jumped out of my skin.

“Hello?”

I don’t know why, but the last person I expected to be hearing from at this time of the morning was Maggie.

“I see you’re already up,” she said.

Obviously Maggie had seen the lights on in my house and had decided to call and see how I was doing.

“Couldn’t sleep huh?”

“Maggie, listen,” I began.

“I forgot to tell you,” she said interrupting me, “You might want to bring one or two condoms, just in case. Though most of us can no longer become pregnant, there are still one or two who could. If of course things were to progress to that point with either one of them. Though as I’ve already told you, some may not even want to physically participate with you at all. Again, the simplest of phrases will save everyone from being uncomfortable, and that is simply saying ‘No thank you.’ We’ve all agreed on that, with no explanations forthcoming or required. But like I said, for the comfort and security of someone else that might wish to, I hope you have some you can bring. If not, there IS an all-night drugstore just down the street.”

Suddenly I felt a little more relaxed, and far less worried or concerned than I had been.

“Now, you were about to say something?” she asked with a hint of laughter in her tone of voice.

“Ah yeah. What I was going to ask was if I should bring any protection.”

“Ah huh,” Maggie did laugh then. “By the way, you can come over any time you want to. I’m already up, and unless I miss my guess, I have fresh hot coffee that’s already made.”

I stared at the second half finished cup of black molasses that was thick enough to allow my spoon to stand up in all by itself and immediately accepted her offer.

“I’ll be over just as soon as I’ve taken my shower,” I told her.

“No need Richard. Come now, you can use mine, and we can relax and talk about what may, or may not even happen. I’m sure you’re nervous, and might even have a few questions to ask me about the gals who are coming over. If you are, then we can sit down and talk about it long before they even arrive, which is one of the reasons I wanted you to come over early in the first place.”

I’m sure relief was clearly heard in my voice as I thanked her profusely, nearly beating the dial tone hanging up, as I ran across the yard and stood knocking on her back door. Maggie ushered me in, looking as incredibly sexy and refreshed as I’d ever seen her. A nice tall hot cup of freshly brewed coffee was already poured and waiting for me, along with a selection of rolls and pastries that defied description.

To put it mildly, Maggie was simply a real treasure. Even as I stood in the hot shower, Maggie sat outside the enclosure on the toilet talking to me. She gave me as much detail about the women as she thought appropriate, and even coached me a little as to which women liked certain things, or at least confessed fantasies about them. But she also told me what sort of things to stay away from too, especially with regards to Joanne, Janice’s sister-in-law.

Of the six of them, Joanne, Janice and April were all married. Shirley I remembered was divorced, and Gladys and Maggie had lost their husbands. But as Maggie explained further, April was considering certain possibilities so long as her husband never found out, and Janice had spoken with Maggie confidentially about the same thing, provided her sister-in-law never knew about anything, which tended to complicate things just a little bit. Though Maggie said that there had been a number of times when Joanne had been unable to come to one of their Saturday morning get-togethers.

Joanne was the only woman that Maggie was fairly certain would have nothing to do with me beyond watching, and allowing herself to be watched. She had also been the last one of the group to finally consent to my even being there, and that only after a great deal of pressure from everyone else to allow it. It had to have been unanimous, as Maggie told me, or I wouldn’t be here now. I had just started to become relaxed and far less nervous, when after hearing all this, I found myself once again wondering what I was getting myself into. Maggie stroked my ego however by telling me how excited everyone had been to have me as apart of their little gathering. And, she bolstered that by also informing me she’d received several phone calls from everyone, including Joanne, if I was in fact still going to be there.

I finally stepped out of the shower feeling a hell of a lot better. Maggie handed me a brand new terry-clothe bathrobe that she had purchased just for this occasion, which I gratefully accepted from her. “No need for you to worry about wearing anything else but this,” she’d told me. “Besides which, it won’t be on that long anyway!”

Though Maggie was wearing a very sexy looking black lace tank top, with light gray shorts, she informed me that she too had to “get ready”, and unlike me, ushered me out of the bathroom so she could finish doing so.

A short time later Maggie rejoined me in the kitchen and I saw that she too had changed simply into a baby blue, short terry-clothe robe. It was nearing nine at this point, as I heard the first car pulling into the drive. Not too surprisingly I saw that it was Shirley, immediately meeting her at the door as Maggie had asked me to do when we saw her pull in.

Shirley gave me a big hug and a kiss of course, excusing herself, heading towards the back bedroom to undress. She rejoined us a short while later, also wearing nothing but a bathrobe just as Maggie and I were.

“I take it this is all any of us will be wearing?”

Shirley laughed. “Well no, not exactly. Sometimes some of us DO enjoy wearing sexy frilly things, nighties, and sexy lingerie, or like Maggie and I prefer, nothing but our birthday suits. So really, it all depends on whatever mood strikes us. But I wouldn’t be too surprised if I were you, to see the women showing up in some of their sexiest and finest apparel.”
Shirley glanced towards Maggie expecting her to add to that, and we both noticed she had a slightly aroused blush to her cheeks.

“Just what ARE you up to anyway?” Shirley asked questioningly, and it was obvious that Maggie WAS keeping something from both of us.

“Open that bathrobe!” Shirley demanded suddenly. “Show us what you’re hiding!”

“I was saving it until after everyone else got here,” Maggie began. “But since it’s really meant more for Richard than for anyone else, then I might as well.”

Maggie allowed her bathrobe to open; the gleam from a tiny silver chain, which stretched across her chest, connected nipple to nipple was incredibly beautiful.

“Did you go and get your nipples pierced?” Shirley questioned in shocked surprise.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Maggie told her. “Not at my age anyway. And no I didn’t, not that it really matters. They’re just hooked together by these little nipple clamps.”

“Wow!” Shirley exclaimed. “Let me see those!” Shirley immediately rushed over to have a much closer look. “Damn Maggie, they’re beautiful!”

“I’ll say!” I said, finally joining in. The tiny silver chain that dangled slightly down between and across her breasts was pure sensuality, as well as being elegant and downright erotic. “It really draws attention to your tits!” Shirley stated, saying the obvious.

“I think that was the whole point,” Maggie countered. “So, do you like them Richard?”

“I’d say so,” Shirley said, pointing down to where my stiff cock was poking up through the partial opening of my bathrobe.

I hadn’t even noticed that I’d gotten hard, just gazing at those sexy breasts with that inviting little silver chain hanging suspended between them was almost hypnotic.

“I think I’d better be the one to greet everyone at the door,” Shirley mused. “They might all have decided to include Richard, but they might not be quite ready to be greeted by a man’s erection the moment they arrive.”

We all had a good laugh over that, and I did feel a little embarrassed to be standing there with a very hard “woody” as I’d called it before, and even more so to contemplate standing there with one as they came in the door.

“It might be best if I bring Richard into the room AFTER everyone’s arrived. By then, he’ll hopefully have calmed down a little,” Maggie giggled heartily. “And just so you know Richard, we really do sit and enjoy coffee and pastries first. It’s a gentle way to ease into the situation for some of us, well April and Janice and Joanne anyway. Like a lot of foreplay, they need that warming up time before they feel comfortable about starting up anything. In fact, sometimes Joanne disappears into the bathroom for a while before she’s even comfortable enough to come out and join us. I suspect she’s actually sitting in there masturbating and making herself horny. When she’s fingered up enough courage, then she usually comes out of the bathroom ready, wet, and willing to go.”

“And while we’re on the subject, whose turn is it to start the fantasy discussion anyway?” Maggie asked turning towards Shirley.

Shirley broke out laughing. “Wouldn’t you know it? Joanne’s!”

I’d remembered Maggie’s telling me how they all took turns sharing some erotic experience or fantasy they had. Apparently everyone took turns describing those fantasies in explicit detail. Last week it had been Maggie’s turn. And by chance, obviously this week it was Joanne’s.

“Think she’ll do it?” Shirley asked.

“You know the rules as well as I do,” Maggie turned facing Shirley. “No sharing? No touching, not even yourself until you’ve done so.”

Shirley was laughing. “You know, the likelihood is that she’s apt to sit here the whole time, fully dressed, not saying so much as a solitary word. She was after all, the last one to finally agree to his being here.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Maggie said confidently. “She actually called me yesterday, asking me if Richard was still planning on being here.”

“So? She might have been more concerned with his BEING here, rather than not being here.”

Maggie shook her head no. “Actually, what she said was, word for word, ‘you’re sure Richard said he would be there,” It was the way she asked me. I could tell she was horny when asking me. You know how she gets, that little quiver in her voice whenever she’s excited.”

“You’re kidding!”

“No, really.” Maggie said in honest sincerity. “She really did sound horny. If I didn’t know better, I’d have sworn she was sitting there fingering herself while the two of us talked on the phone. On second thought, maybe she was!”

Maggie and Shirley got a good laugh out of that, picturing their friend busily stroking her twat while asking Maggie if I was truly going to join them or not. For a moment, I felt like I had suddenly turned invisible as Maggie and Shirley sat there talking about me, in an abstract sort of way, as though I wasn’t even there.

“I thought you said Joanne wasn’t interested in doing anything with me, or too me for that matter,” I stated butting in on their on-going conversation.

“I didn’t say she wasn’t interested exactly,” Maggie began, adding. “It would be highly doubtful that she would ever do anything, knowing her and all. She’d probably enjoy thinking about it, but never actually go through with it, on account of her husband. But I wouldn’t be too surprised to see her get extremely aroused and actually enjoy her self once she sees that hard cock of yours. As I understand it, her husbands been impotent for over a year, and even refuses to try Viagra for hell’s sake!”

The sound of the doorbell announced that someone else had finally arrived.

“I think it’s time we sequestered you in the bedroom,” Maggie told me as Shirley got up and headed for the door. “I’ll come in to get you as soon as everyone else has arrived. I don’t think that it will be very long, especially as everyone knows you’ll be here!” she finished.

Initially I had had the major concern of standing there with a raging hard-on, embarrassing myself. Now, as I sat on the bed in Maggie’s room, I was faced with the exact opposite concern, but with the same consequences. Only in my opinion, this was worse, much worse! I’d experienced and handled ’shrinkage’ as it’s sometimes called. But that’s usually when it’s extremely cold and completely out of my hands. Much like a woman experiencing RT, or ‘rock-tit’ and being completely unable to do anything about it. It was like that, only in reverse. I even tried fondling myself to at least a semi-firm cock-stand, but to no avail.

I had quickly discovered, fear and nervousness could cause this to happen too. I had turned turtle, which was a hell of a time for something like this to happen to me. I sat on the bed, staring down at myself in abject horror. Should any of the women out there see me like this, I’d die of total shame and embarrassment. And the more I sat there, worried and thinking about it, the more it seemed I actually shrunk until I’d eventually reached the point where I might as well have tucked it between my legs and pretended to simply be a eunuch.

I could hear several voices now, and knew that others had arrived. But as yet neither Maggie nor Shirley had come into the room to get me. Had there been any other way out, I would have been tempted to take it. Even then I glanced briefly towards the window and considered going out that way. That was, until I heard the door open.

Maggie stood in the doorway beckoning towards me, one finger slowly moving back and forth. “Come in to my parlor said the spider to the fly.”

Bad enough my prick was nowhere to be found. And then I felt my balls disappear somewhere up inside me too.

As Maggie had told me earlier, everyone was standing or sitting around having cakes and coffee when she brought me into the room and began introducing me. Everyone was dressed, except for Maggie and Shirley who were the only two besides myself who were wearing bathrobes. The only downright daring look I got was from April, who after being introduced to me, leaned forward, giving me an affectionate kiss on the cheek. The ploy being total subterfuge however as she whispered into my ear so that no one else could hear what she said.

“I’m REALLY looking forward to being with you Richard,” leaning back acting as though the brief kiss alone was all she had done.

I’m sure I was grinning stupidly at her when Maggie grabbed my arm, forcing me to follow her. “Joanne, this is Richard.” I shook hands with her briefly, watching as her face turned a deep crimson in color. “And don’t forget sweetie, it’s your turn to share an experience or a fantasy with us this morning,” Maggie added, obviously enjoying Joanne’s obvious discomfort.

If I thought her face had turned red when we were introduced, it was nothing in comparison to the color it suddenly became when Maggie reminded her of that little point of interest.

“Would you excuse me for a moment?” Joanne said suddenly. “I need to use the bathroom.” Having said that, her face burned an even deeper red as she turned, fleeing down the hall towards the restroom.

Shirley came up from behind us just as we all heard the bathroom door slam shut, followed by Joanne’s fumbling with the lock on the door. “Well, that should prove interesting later,” Shirley said laughing as she said it. “Either she’s decided to lock herself in the bathroom and stay there, or she’ll be so horny when she finally does come out that anything’s likely to happen.”

Janice was far less inhibited that her sister-in-law, which I discovered almost immediately. Though Janice was still dressed, it was obvious that she had come somewhat prepared for the occasion. Braless, her medium sized breasts were pressed tightly against the tank top she’d worn. Her nipples stood erect and inviting beneath the material. I had been standing there eyeing them without realizing that I really had been. But Janice had picked up on it immediately and actually reached up to thumb one of her hard points as I stood staring at it.

“Maggie said you were a breast man,” she began, still managing to caress herself as though it were the most natural thing in the world to be doing. At that point, Maggie came back to rescue me before Janice had a chance to get a jump-start before anyone else did.

“You might want to go and check on Joanne, Janice. I’m not exactly sure how she’s doing, or WHAT she’s doing for that matter, but as nervous as she is…. it might be a good idea before anything else starts to happen around here.”

Janice smiled at me ignoring Maggie momentarily. “Nice to finally meet you…in person,” she said. Then reluctantly turned, heading down the hallway towards the bathroom.

Maggie was chuckling to herself as we headed off across the room to where Gladys was standing talking to Shirley. “What’s so funny?” I asked as quietly as I could.

“Oh, nothing really. I was just thinking about how interesting today’s apt to turn out to be. Everyone’s so fidgety, and self-conscious. Not at all like they normally are after they get here. I find it amusing, that’s all.”

“You still sure my being here is such a good idea?”

Maggie stopped, forcing me to do the same before we had reached the place where Gladys and Shirley were still chatting, though Gladys had seen our approach and was now looking towards us with a curious expression on her face. No doubt wondering why we’d stopped in the middle of the room.

“Ladies?” Maggie began in a loud clear voice, “if I can have your attention for a moment please?”

Janice came scurrying back into the front room, coming up to stand in front of us momentarily interrupting whatever Maggie was about to say.

“Ah, Joanne’s…ah, well you know,” she stammered blushing slightly as she looked over towards me. “But she DID say she’ll be out in a few more minutes.”

Maggie burst out laughing. “Well, that’s SOMETHING at least.” Indicating that Janice should step back so she could continue her interrupted announcement.

“As you all know, we agreed before arriving today that Richard here would be joining us. As there appears to be some awkwardness, which is to be expected, I also wanted to make sure that no one has had a change of heart either. So…that being said, if there is ANYONE who has changed their mind, they need to speak up now. We all agreed that it must be unanimous, and if anyone here is having second thoughts, best they speak up now so that Richard can leave before anyone says or does anything they might regret later.”

For the first time since arriving, the room had become deadly quiet. I was beginning to think that my being here really was a mistake when the sound of the bathroom door opening caught everyone’s attention.

“Holy fucking shit!” Shirley exclaimed loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. Having heard that, everyone’s attention was drawn to the hallway towards the bathroom door, which had opened. Joanne stepped out and began walking towards us. But what had caused Shirley’s comment, was the fact that Joanne was stark naked, and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“I guess we can get started now,” Maggie said more to herself than to anyone else. And in the next instant, opened her bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor. Now she too was naked, again. More importantly however, I was treated to the pleasure of seeing that sensual silver chain connecting her breasts together.

It was then that I also realized, I was no longer playing turtle. As each and every one of the women in the room began to disrobe, though April made a dash towards the bedroom, I was relieved to feel myself becoming considerably aroused.

Shirley had likewise removed her robe, and now approached me with a fresh cup of coffee, setting it down on the table next to me. “Relax,” she winked knowingly. “We’re just getting started. It’s always like this, and there’s still lots and lots of time yet for everyone to get to know you a little better!”

Gladys walked over introducing herself, as Maggie hadn’t as yet gotten around to it, being interrupted from doing so just a few moments ago. She had worn a comfortable looking pair of sweats, and as she offered her hand, telling me to remain seated at the same time, she then withdrew her handshake and immediately pulled the sweatshirt she’d been wearing up and over her head. Standing before me now in nothing more than the bottoms of her sweats, she sat down next to me and promptly began removing those too.

“I don’t mind telling you Richard, I’ve really been looking forward to this all week long. I’ve felt like a silly young girl all over again, and I’ve been enjoying the feeling immensely!”

Gladys had finished removing her bottoms by this time, and I was more than just a little surprised to see how good of shape she was for her age. I knew she was slightly older than Maggie, but when I’d first seen her standing there, I frankly had second thoughts about wanting to actually see her naked. All that flew right out the window when I actually did. Gladys had smaller breasts, compared to Maggie’s. But they appeared every bit as firm and full as Maggie’s were. Her areolas weren’t nearly as large either, but they were dark in color, standing firm and erect. As she stood there before me, I noticed that she had a long scar running around her side. Obviously she had had some major surgery a few years back, but rather than detracting from her sensuality, I found that it actually added some character and commented on it.

Gladys laughed when I did, but surprised me by standing up to show me how it ran along the side and then towards her back too. And though I found all this extremely interesting, the fact that Gladys could stand there completely nude, appearing as comfortable in front of me as though we had been life-long friends made me feel really at ease myself. Also of interest to me was the salt and peppered coloring of her neatly trimmed pubic patch. Obviously Gladys had been a brunette when she was younger, and though her hair was almost completely silver; her pubic hair hadn’t quite caught up with the hair on her head. But I felt my cock twitch with the eagerness of actually running my hands through that patch of silver and black pubic hair.

April had returned from the bedroom at this point, and by her appearance, had gone into the bedroom to change as had Janice a few minutes later. Janice was wearing a very sheer almost transparent black chiffon nightgown that covered her completely, yet hinted at all sorts of delectable little goodies beneath. Two of which were rosy-tipped pinkish colored nipples that were accented against the black coloring of her gown.

April was also wearing lingerie, but hers was a white lace that was short and barely covered the crotch-less, matching panties that she was wearing. Both women sat down on the couch directly across from where Gladys and I were sitting. Shirley had pulled one of the single plush armchairs to place it on the other side of the table that separated us, and I had begun to wonder where Joanne and Maggie would end up as we were starting to run out of room for places to sit.

Though Joanne had all but charged into the living room when she did, she had stopped without saying a word and stood next to the couch without making any further effort to say or do anything. Now I watched as everyone finally settled into place as she AND Maggie came into the circle we’d all created. Maggie carried in several large fluffy cushions, promptly depositing them onto the floor. Joanne made herself comfortable lying down amongst them, and I watched as Maggie knelt down on the floor next to her.

“Although we’re all aware of what we’re about to do here, I thought it appropriate that I explain this just a little for Richard’s benefit. And by the way Richard,” she said looking directly towards me. “In a few weeks, it will be your turn, so take notes!” Maggie winked at me, but then took notice of the fact I was still wearing my robe, which wouldn’t have been all that bad perhaps, except that it was also fully closed. “And one more thing, once we’ve begun everyone should be ‘revealed’ in a manner of speaking.”

I didn’t need a course on etiquette to understand and take Maggie’s meaning. I immediately undid the belt on the bathrobe and pulled it free. Simultaneously, my robe parted, and though I considered crossing my legs, I somehow felt that wouldn’t have gone over very well either. Thankfully, I had a partial hard-on at least, so I didn’t exactly embarrass myself, but I wasn’t completely and totally erect either. Maggie continued.

“Every week we take turns sharing an experience, or some sort of fantasy we have. It doesn’t have to be anything major or mind-blowing, just some sexy little thing to get all of us a bit aroused.” A few of the women snickered, giggling softly, and I assumed by that it was primarily because it was Joanne’s turn to provide the opening monologue.

“As you may have guessed, this week is Joanne’s turn to entertain us. But we also have another little ritual that we do simultaneously, to help stimulate and enhance the story telling. One of us is also selected before hand to provide that stimulation, in whatever manner we chose to do so. This week, it will be me. And so as Joanne shares with us, I will also share my tongue with her.” The look on Joanne’s face wasn’t simply one of surprise, but she appeared as though she were about to have an orgasm already. Obviously, this was something she didn’t experience all that often. For whatever reason, Maggie had made it known to her that this was what she was going to do, much to Joanne’s amazement and obvious surprise.

“Whenever you’re ready Joanne,” Maggie said kneeling on the floor before her.

Joanne glanced briefly towards me, quickly averting her eyes while leaning back into the soft pile of cushions. She began to speak, and only then did Maggie slip up between Joanne’s bent knees and actually begin to pleasure her pussy with her tongue.
“Ok, what I’m going to share with you today is something I’ve been thinking about all week.”

Just her lead-in seemed to put an almost hushed reverence over everyone, except for Maggie of course, who I could see was still slowly and tenderly lapping and licking at Joanne’s wide open pussy.

“I know that most of you, especially my sister-in-law, still consider me quite the prude, even though I have been coming here for a couple of month’s now. It’s been very difficult for me to allow my…my, well my sexual desires to be freely expressed. It’s not as easy for me as it’s seemingly been for all of you.”

There was total silence of course while Joanne continued speaking, but I did notice a few of the women begin to subtly start touching themselves, nothing too extravagant, though just seeing Maggie actually going down on this woman had been more than enough to cause my erection to harden considerably. I did notice that Gladys had glanced over in my direction once or twice however, and seemed to be enjoying both shows considerably.

“I wasn’t sure initially how I really would react to seeing another man, especially as I haven’t had intercourse with my husband in well over a year. But once we’d all agreed on allowing Richard to join us, I found myself becoming more and more intrigued, and yes…aroused by the idea. You all know me, you know that I get embarrassed very easily…” Joanne actually had to catch her breath momentarily, the sensations of what she was feeling while Maggie continued to lightly caress her clit with her tongue were having some obvious affects, especially as she was having trouble concentrating and being able to continue.

“Would you like me to stop for a moment?” Maggie asked her.

“Fuck no!” Joanne nearly yelled, and that caused considerable laughter around the room, especially coming from Joanne having used as she called it, ‘The F word’!

Maggie went back to tickling her, but slowed the tongue licking to a more prudent pace, allowing Joanne to remember where it was she had left off before finally continuing.

“Anyway…. as I said, I get embarrassed, even when I’m aroused. I feel guilty, ashamed as well as embarrassed that I should be feeling that way. As some of you probably already know…I was sitting in the bathroom playing with myself, trying to work up enough courage to finally come out here. I’ve been thinking about Richard’s cock all week long, and I haven’t even seen it! But it was just about all I could do…think about it, and think about all the naughty things I wanted to do to it, and have done to me!”

I for one was red-faced with a bit of embarrassment myself. Sitting here listening to Joanne discussing my cock, especially as she, along with everyone else could easily see it now, was just a bit strange, but strangely erotic and exciting too.

“So why don’t you tell us exactly what you fantasized about Joanne?” Shirley stated, trying to encourage her. And then, she began to do so. We all sat there listening to her describe in very detailed description the feelings and emotions she experienced and enjoyed with me in her fantasies.

By the time she was done sharing, nearly everyone in the room had begun touching themselves, or in April and Janice’s case, one another. Gladys had at one point looked over towards me and then leaned over to whisper.

“It’s been so long since I’ve even seen a man’s cock, would you mind?” She had reached over into my lap and I shifted slightly allowing her easy access to me. The soft touch of her hand was exciting as hell, and within moments I was as hard and stiff as I had ever been. Sitting there listening and watching Maggie and Joanne had been exciting enough, but now having Gladys softly and slowly playing with me was an unexpected pleasure.

Maggie had briefly disappeared from the room, and Joanne had taken a seat on the other side of April on the couch. When Maggie returned, she was carrying a silver tray that held a multitude of various toys and vibrators. Like a hostess serving cakes, she proceeded around the room offering the delicacy’s and I watched as one by one, everyone looked at the toys before finally selecting one. All but Joanne who shook her head “no”, and then looked up towards me.

“I’d like to try that one!” she said pointing directly at my stiff member.

“Joanne!”

Maggie made her way over to me and reminded me that if I wasn’t interested, all I had to say was “No thank you.” Under the circumstances however, I was more than happy to accommodate her wishes, and stood up, fully revealing myself now for the first time.

“Joanne?”

Maggie set the tray down on the table and then led me over to the pile of cushions in the middle of the floor. Once I had been seated, she reached over taking Joanne’s hand and helped her up off the couch, and then guided Joanne over to where I was laying.

“Jo…”

“Oh do shut up Janice!” Joanne snapped. “I know you’ve been secretly pining to do this yourself, so either shut up and enjoy watching this, or not…. maybe YOU should run off into the bathroom!”

Janice turned to look expectantly at Maggie for some sort of ruling here or something. “Well can I sit on his face at least?”

“Don’t ask me, ask Richard,” Maggie responded. Janice immediately glanced over towards me, and I laughed openly.

“Sure…why the hell not?” I said.

Joanne was just starting to slide down onto my cock, but still managed to throw Janice a dirty look. The feel of my prick actually sliding up inside her extremely wet pussy caused the expression on her face to change however, and suddenly she didn’t seem to care all that much about her sister-in-law anymore.

Janice all but tore her nightgown off when she stood, and seconds later I felt and saw the eclipse of her pussy as it shadowed my face before finally descending down upon me. Though I couldn’t see her when she did it, Joanne somehow managed to rotate herself around on my prick so that she was facing away, rather than facing towards Joanne as she positioned her pussy down over my face. It was an interesting sensation, and caused several chuckles from the other women who were obviously watching all this. I had nearly forgotten about our little audience, when the realization of that hit me and I had a slight loss of stiffness as penis-shyness hit. The feel of Joanne’s cunt sliding down my cock, fairly quickly brought blood soaring back into my prick, which immediately swelled back to full size.

I captured Janice’s small tiny clit between my lips and began to alternate between gently sucking and chewing it, as well as flicking it with my tongue. I looked up and saw that Janice was milking her breasts, literally. As she caressed them and squeezed each one, small little droplets of milk appeared to bubble to the surface. Janice used her own fluids to further massage and stimulate her breasts and nipples with much to my delight.

As I was already in this position with my eyes open anyway, I glanced upwards and back and was immediately treated to the spectacle of seeing several of the others also enjoying themselves. Maggie had retaken a seat on the couch next to April when Janice had gotten up to join Joanne and I. I could easily see her from this position, though she appeared upside down to me at the moment.

Maggie was sitting with both arms stretched across the back of the couch, comfortably. She had lifted both legs, which she’d placed flat on the seat, with a widely spread pose that gave easy access to her pussy. April was slowly sliding a shiny silver colored vibrator in and out of Maggie’s cunt with one hand, and fingering her own liquefied quim with the other. Positioned as I was, I couldn’t see either Shirley or Gladys, but I was fairly certain I could hear both of them. Shirley was panting in a familiar sort of way that she began doing whenever she was close to achieving orgasm. Gladys on the other hand was softly uttering vulgarities to herself. And that DID surprise me.

The last thing I expected to hear from this poised, elegantly mannered woman was an ongoing string of obscenities, no matter how soft spoken they were.

“Oh fuck…make it feel, make it feel, make it feel…. good baby, yes…that’s it! Fuck that pussy, eat that pussy…. fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!” She kept repeating in that same almost whispered voice over and over again. Obviously she was doing so in tempo with whatever toy it had been that she’d eventually selected and chosen to pleasure herself with.

All of this was happening almost simultaneously of course. I continued to suck and lick Janice’s clitty, which appeared now to be driving her nearly insane with pleasure. She’d begun grinding her cunt against my face so hard that I felt almost on the verge of suffocation. Joanne meanwhile was thrashing about wildly, so much so that twice my prick had slipped out of her cunt, and she had continued humping and pumping against me anyway, not even bothering to try and reach down to slide my prick back inside her, but amazingly, both times it managed to find its way back all by itself, and Joanne simply rode on as though nothing of any importance had even occurred. She was so far gone, that I am sure she wasn’t just fucking me with her cunt, but with her mind too. So much so that it wouldn’t have mattered if my cock had been inside her or not.

Obviously I had felt my own climax beginning to build and knew that I wouldn’t be able to physically withstand much more of this myself. Needless to say, it was a hell of a time to suddenly remember the condom’s I had brought along with me, and which were still inside the pocket of my bathrobe. I wondered briefly if I should say anything. Again, in the throes of ecstasy, sometimes you find yourself thinking about the silliest things. Had there been some concern with regards to Joanne becoming pregnant, I had the feeling that someone; Maggie at the very least would have said something. Even so, I had lurched inadvertently when I felt the first telltale signs that I was getting a lot closer than I was prepared for.

I guess that simple movement had somehow triggered Joanne’s orgasm. I had thrust upwards, hard and somewhat unexpectedly. And the next thing I knew, Joanne was screaming at the top of her lungs. “Oh yes! Cum in me!” she screamed wildly, thrashing and grinding against me so hard that once again my prick disengaged itself from her pussy.

The next thing I knew was that my face was suddenly a lot wetter than it had been. “Oh my God!” I heard Janice suddenly saying in one long drawn out word that was both climax as well as surprise at the intensity of her orgasm.

My first hard felt ejaculation erupted from my prick soaring off and upwards into the air. I worried at first, that the enjoyment and sensation would be diminished with nothing to continue to stimulate and enhance the pleasure, but the next thing I knew, someone’s mouth, though I still couldn’t see whose, had wrapped itself around my prick and was sweetly drawing the rest of my climax wonderfully and deliciously so from my rapidly spurting cock.

Janice had finally finished cumming, simply sliding off of my face to crumple somewhere on the floor next to me. Gladys was still sitting in her chair, a plump pink vibrator buried to the hilt inside her and purring away softly. I saw that her eyes were closed and that she had seemingly collapsed back into her chair. That immediately told me who it had been that had saved my orgasm from being a less than perfect one. Glancing up I saw Shirley on the floor peering around Joanne’s ass at me. She was smiling and a thin stream of my cream dribbled down from the corner of her mouth as she did.

It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

I hadn’t seen or heard everyone of course, but it appeared as though everyone had climaxed in one way or another. At least April had, I knew that by the contented look on her face as she sat demurely back on her side of the couch, face all flushed with satisfaction, and smiling openly.

“I wanted to fuck him too!” she did comment then, making it known to everyone that even though she’d climaxed, she was still slightly disappointed.

“There’s always next week April,” I heard Maggie saying. “We’ll see to it that everyone is treated fairly here, including Richard.”

By Maggie’s tone, I had gotten the distinct impression that today’s little pleasures were over with. Gradually everyone seemed to compose themselves, and began helping Maggie to clean and straighten up everything. As everyone dressed and commented on how exciting everything had been I was treated to a string of compliments and remarks as to how happy and thrilled everyone was that I would now be apart of their Saturday morning festivities. And to be honest, so was I!

Reluctantly it seemed, everyone eventually departed until only myself, Maggie and Gladys remained.

“Gladys is spending the evening with me,” she announced. “We’ve got plans for this afternoon, but after we get back, if you’d like to come over and have dinner with us, I think we’d both like that.”

Grateful for the time to recoup and gather my thoughts about everything I had seen, felt and heard, I headed for home with the assurance they would call me when they returned later on that evening. As I crossed the yard heading back to my home, the one thing I felt and realized was how much I had missed really doing anything with Maggie. As fun and exciting as everything had been, I still felt a sensation of unfulfilled desire lingering within my thoughts as I opened the door and headed inside the house.

Chapter Four

I spent the remainder of the day doing odd jobs around the house, more to simply pass the time than anything else. I figured by keeping busy, the time would fly, and it did. By six I had showered, shaved, and actually managed to do a little laundry so that I would have more than just a pair of jeans and a white tee shirt to wear over to Maggie’s later.

At seven thirty I was getting antsy, and the time was now dragging. I knew that she said they’d be home later, and I could have sworn Maggie had said something about dinner, but at this point, I was starting to wonder if I had heard wrong, or that maybe something else had come up. When the phone rang at eight, I figured it was Maggie calling to beg off from getting together, and had steeled myself for that when I finally answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi Richard…Maggie. We’re on our way. Plan on pizza and beer for dinner, we should be there in about twenty. If you’d like, you can let yourself in and wait for us, either way we should be there in a few kiddo.”

“Ok Maggie…pizza sounds great.”

“Plan on a long night ok?”

I was smiling from ear to ear.

“Gladys and I want to talk to you about something. We decided we should. So we thought pizza might be the best way to go so we can sit and chat for a while without worrying about fixing a big dinner.”

Suddenly I wasn’t smiling nearly as much as I was a moment ago. In fact, I wasn’t all that hungry anymore either. I suddenly had visions of something gone horribly wrong, especially as I could hear Maggie using her “I’m serious about this” tone over the phone.

“I’ll be waiting,” Was all I said, and then typically of Maggie, the next thing I heard was the dial tone.

As she said they would, I saw the headlights of the car as it pulled into the driveway. Not wanting to appear too anxious, or worse, as apprehensive as I now was, I waited until I had seen them disappear inside the house. Even then I counted down two full minutes before heading out my back door and across the lawn towards Maggie’s. I took small satisfaction when I heard the phone ringing, and assumed it was Maggie calling me to let me know they were home. At least she wouldn’t think I’d been doing nothing more than standing at the window waiting for them to arrive.

I’d managed to change clothes…twice, while waiting for them. I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect, but for some reason I also didn’t want to come off trying to look sexy or handsome. I ended up wearing an old football jersey and a pair of cut-off Levis. Now, standing at her back door I knocked, the aroma of the fresh hot pizza greeting me as I did.

“Come in Richard,” Maggie called out. “There’s cold beer in the fridge, and help yourself to the pizza.”

I opened the screen door and walked in. Maggie and Gladys were already sitting down at her small kitchen table drinking beers and eating pizza. Obviously they had decided not to wait on me either. I walked to the fridge, opened it and grabbed a bottle of beer before snagging a couple of slices of pizza and joining them at the table.

“Did you just call me?” I asked nonchalantly.

“No. Why?” Maggie asked.

That caught me off guard as I realized it must have been someone else, though I also thought it was probably a wrong number then as no one except for Maggie ever called me.

“Oh, nothing. I thought I heard my phone ring on my way over here,” I replied. Taking a slice of pizza along with a cold beer, I made my way over to her small kitchen table and sat down.

“So, how’d the rest of your day go?” Maggie asked politely.

“Ok I guess,” For some reason I felt a sense of foreboding and decided to keep my answers non-committal until I found out what the hell was really going on here.

“You ok?” Maggie asked. “You seem a little distant.”

“I’m fine, really. Just sort of wondering what’s up?” There…I’d opened the door and hopefully Maggie, or Gladys would step through it.

“Oh…I see,” Maggie said finally with a slight smile. “You’re worried that maybe I’ve changed my mind about this morning.” Maggie was still smiling, but with a softer understanding smile as she stood up coming over to stand next to me. Hugging me to her briefly, mashing my head against her chest where I felt the softness of her bare breasts through the material of her blouse as I sat, I once again feared that whatever it was they had to tell me, I wasn’t going to like it.

“Trust me Richard, it’s nothing like that. But Gladys and I felt that we should explain something to you. About Gladys, that’s why we decided to talk to you later on today, now. Without any of the ‘others’ present.”

Though I felt slightly relieved, I had merely gone from feeling one emotional concern, to a brand new one. “Ok,” I said hesitantly.

“I’ve told you a little bit about my friend Gladys. But there’s a lot you don’t know. And she felt like maybe she should tell you before things get any more complicated than they already are.”

I switched from looking at Maggie to glancing over towards Gladys. She finished her beer, standing up and heading towards the refrigerator to get another.

“I know Maggie told you that I lost my husband,” Gladys began.

I nodded my head ‘yes’ that she had, but remained silent otherwise allowing her to continue.

“But what you don’t know, is the fact that I’m also a lesbian.”

I’m sure the look on my face was total and complete surprise. For several reasons obviously. “But…you were married, not that that means anything I guess,” I stammered out, confusion clearly etched in my voice. “And this morning, when you….”

“When I reached over and played with you,” she finished for me.

Again, I nodded my head ‘yes’ recalling that, but it merely added to my total lack of understanding as to where all this was headed.

“Let me try and explain it to you.” Gladys had opened her second bottle of beer and came back to sit down at the table across from me. I watched as Maggie stood up, grabbed a second bottle for herself, but unlike Gladys had done, she then left the room, disappearing down the hall towards her bedroom, leaving the two of us alone.

“First off, just so you know, Maggie and I aren’t lovers. We’re best friends, yes, and once in a while, we spend some ’special’ time together. You know how this little group of ours got started already, so I won’t go into that. But Maggie’s a very warm and considerate person, you’ve certainly learned that much about her already.”
I settled back in my chair taking a bite of my cooling pizza, and hopefully conveyed to Gladys in doing that, that I was comfortable, allowing her whatever time she needed or wanted to put her thoughts together and continue without interruption from me.

“I grew up when it simply wasn’t tolerable to express my preferred sexual desires, especially in my family. Eventually, I met and then married a man who was aware of my situation, as well as my needs. It wasn’t a marriage of convenience either. I truly did love him, and loved the fact that we had children together, which I had always wanted to have too. But, he was aware of my sexual preferences. The reason I’m telling you all this, is because I DON’T want there to be any misunderstandings. And after this morning, I was a little concerned that there might be. And so I told Maggie this, and asked her what she thought I should do. Maggie told me to be up front and honest with you, so that’s why we’re here now.”

“I’m still a little confused though,” I responded honestly to her. Though she did smile at that.

“I figured as much. And again, just to try and clarify a few things. I consider myself to be a very sensual woman. And like any woman, I can find sensuality, erotica, in various things. Men included. You know how erotic this morning was, and I was comfortable, with you…with myself. You are, and WILL be for me, hopefully another good friend who will come to know and understand me. Touching you the way I did was just another way for me to share the experience. It doesn’t mean your cock aroused me necessarily, and that’s what I was worried about afterwards. I have no desire, nor intention to have intercourse with you. And I didn’t want you to stumble into that with you thinking that I did. And, I hope you don’t take this the way I am sure it’s going to sound, but under these very unusual circumstances, I am going to treat you just like one of the girls.”

I actually laughed at that, which by the look in Gladys face told me she was relieved that I had. She laughed with me.

“You know what I mean of course,” she added. And I did, understanding several things a lot clearer than I had. “And it doesn’t mean I don’t want you to touch me either,” she added reaching across the table, taking my hand in hers as she said that. That did throw me a little bit of a curve, and I’m sure the mixed signals I was now feeling by the look on my face were obvious.

“We ALL touch Richard, some of us may do more perhaps, especially now that you’ve joined us. The only one of us here that even considers herself a lesbian is me. Even the other women don’t consider themselves even bi-sexual, even though they’re comfortable having another woman play with them. So unless you have a problem, which I hope you’re willing to tell me about now, then I want you to know I have no problems touching, or being touched by you, within certain limitations.”

I took another long pull on my beer, emptying it before replying. “I think I understand Gladys. No commitments, its just harmless good old fashioned fun is what you’re telling me.”

“Exactly. But like I said, I won’t have intercourse with you, and I’m fairly certain I won’t be going down on you either. Naturally, I wouldn’t expect you to do anything like that to me either. But time to time, as the situation might present itself, I would enjoy sharing things with you that we’re enjoying together, and if touching you is apart of that, then I would hope you would be ok with it, as I would be with your touching me in a similar way.”

“Gladys, now that you’ve told me all this, I completely understand. And don’t worry…I would never approach you, or want to make you feel uncomfortable in anyway. Like Maggie told me, ‘No thanks’ is sufficient, without going into the reasons behind it, so actually, you really didn’t need to explain any of this to me either.”

Gladys seemed considerably relieved. “I’m glad you feel that way, but I wanted to. I wanted you to know who I am, and more importantly, just what exactly my relationship with Maggie is.”

“And what relationship might that be?” Maggie said coming back into the kitchen area.

Maggie was dressed for bed, and by that I mean, not to turn in and go to sleep. She was wearing a bright red satin bra with cutouts that allowed both of her dark, very erect nipples to poke easily through. A matching pair of crotch-less panties completed the ensemble, and she quickly came over to stand between us.

“Now that all the formalities are out of the way, I thought we should spend the rest of the evening enjoying ourselves,” Maggie finished saying. She offered up one of her breasts for me to suckle, which I immediately did. Likewise, Gladys scooted her chair over and immediately began licking and sucking the other one as we sat side by side playing with Maggie’s marvelous breasts.

Though Maggie was standing, she had placed her feet slightly a part. I sensed, then saw as Gladys continued licking her nipple, that she was also now reaching over and up to begin toying with Maggie’s slit.

“There’s plenty of room for you both Richard,” I heard Maggie tell me. And then I was reaching over, brushing my hand against Gladys as I did, finding the heat and warmth of Maggie’s pussy awaiting my fingers as Gladys and I finger-fucked Maggie’s sopping wet pussy simultaneously.

Frankly, it was extremely arousing and more than just a little wild by my way of thinking. Once again, it was something I had never personally experienced, or ever expected to, and doing this now, fingering a woman right along side another woman who was doing the same exact thing, soon had me as aroused and as hard as I had ever been.

“Lets all move into the bedroom,” Maggie managed to say, breathless from all the pleasure we were been bringing her.

I’d seen Maggie’s bed previously of course, and had commented on the incredible size of it then. It was huge! The moment Gladys had entered the room she immediately began to strip off her clothing. Although we’d had our little discussion, now that I was fully aware of who she was, I felt a bit self-conscious about my being a man for one, and secondly, about being naked in front of her. Even though I already had been, and hadn’t thought a single thing about it at the time. I’m fairly certain Gladys saw my hesitation, and even maybe some look on my face that told her I was struggling with my emotions.

“Come lie next to Maggie,” Gladys said. “I want to play with both of you.” Maybe she’d said that to allay my fears, maybe not. I hoped she wasn’t doing anything she didn’t want to simply out of a concern for not wanting to hurt my feelings either. But as I promptly took up a place on Maggie’s side, Gladys came up and straddled both of us, sitting down on our extended legs as we lay there together.

The softness of Gladys pussy resting against my leg was interesting too. And while she began to softly toy and tease both of us with her hands and fingers, I felt her slowly rotating and pressing herself against us. With Maggie’s breasts so close, it was an additional treat for me to be able to lean over slightly and continue to play with them. I loved the feeling of lightly rubbing and caressing those incredibly erect nipples. From time to time, I stuck a finger in my mouth to gather some moisture, using it to lubricate her tits with to keep them from being rubbed raw.

“Here, use this.” Gladys drew her finger down between her legs gathering some of her own slick juice, applying it to each of Maggie’s taut nipples. The hot musky smell of Gladys’s pussy juice was intoxicating. Using it to stimulate and tease Maggie’s nipples with was a pleasant surprise. To my utter and complete amazement, Gladys had squeezed my prick producing a considerable amount pre-cum, which she quickly scooped off, applying my substance to her own nipples.

She saw me looking at her and grinned. “You’ve got considerably more of this fun-feeling stuff than I do at the moment, and besides, I always did enjoy the way it feels!”

I watched her as she sat caressing her breasts, something that was turning me on all the more even as I continued toying and playing with Maggie’s in a much similar fashion.

“Be my guest,” I responded. To which Gladys squeezed me once again, producing even more of the oily-like lubrication. Only this time, she placed her slick finger against her clit, gently coating that pink pearl with my essence, all the while looking at me with the sultriest, sexy look I’d ever seen!

With a wink, Gladys began to scoot down on the bed. I knew almost immediately what it was she was about to do. Sliding over slightly as she now bent over and began sucking and kissing Maggie’s luscious looking breasts. Gladys had comfortably settled in between Maggie’s legs, now lifting them bent at the knee, and provided Gladys’s lips and tongue unrestricted access to her sweet wet cunt.

Eventually I moved over and around Maggie so that her head was resting comfortably in my lap. The change in position afforded me a tantalizing view as Gladys went down on her. Seeing her as she licked her friend, watching her as she slowly tongued, tickled, kissed, licked and sucked Maggie’s clit was mind-blowing to say the least. And another advantage I had and enjoyed, was being able to reach down and continue to massage and caress both of Maggie’s breasts while she did.

“Oh yes! Right there…. right there Gladys, just like that!” Maggie nearly screamed, and I could feel Maggie tense up beneath me as Gladys turned her full attention to bringing Maggie as much pleasure and ecstasy as she could stand.

Maggie reached up behind herself and sought out my almost painfully hard erection. Placing her hand around me, she toyed with it in just such a way, letting me know what she herself was experiencing as Gladys tongue worked it’s magic on her clit. When it was obvious that Maggie was approaching orgasm, she began to tell me what to do to her nipples. Hearing that, Gladys took cue from her, ravaging her pussy with her tongue with even harder flicks upon her clit.

“Oh please, pull them, pull them hard! Stretch them up and hold them there, and keep rolling them with your fingers when I cum!” Maggie instructed just as I felt the first shudder of her body as she went into spastic-pussy gushing release.

Obviously Gladys knew what she was doing, and needed no such instruction. I on the other hand was delighted for it, as hearing her cries of pleasure and ongoing urgency to keep pulling on her tits was all a part of the incredibly sensual and erotic experience.

When Maggie had regained her senses, she looked up at Gladys who was still lying between her legs gently kissing and enjoying the abundance of nectar that Maggie had provided for her. “Your turn,” she said wickedly.

I still wasn’t sure of how I was to interact with Gladys, if at all here, so I used the excuse that I had to pee to get up and go into the bathroom. By the time I returned, Gladys was lying where Maggie had been, comfortably settled down on the bed between her legs, lovingly running her tongue and lips up and down the widely displayed furrow of her sex.

I simply stood there drinking all this in. My cock was as hard as a rock, having watched Gladys pleasuring Maggie, and now, Maggie doing the same thing to Gladys. Again I wondered if my being here was appropriate under the circumstances, as the intimacy they were sharing seemed almost private. I considered that my being here was almost an intrusion into their relationship, no matter what they chose to call it.

“Come here,” Gladys said when she saw me standing there. “Do to me what you were doing with Maggie. That looked nice, and I want to feel the same things.”

Slipping onto the bed, I positioned myself so that Gladys was resting her head against me. Though her breasts were considerably smaller than Maggie’s, the feel of them in my hands as I began to massage and caress them both was incredibly sweet. Her stiff little nipples seemed to respond to the gentle caress’s I was giving them, becoming twin little rock hard points of desire as I thumbed them gently, eliciting soft moans from Gladys while caressing them.

“Oh, oh, OH!” Gladys moaned softly. She had wrapped one of her legs around Maggie’s back as Maggie continued to gently chew, lapping at her slit. I was lightly rolling and flicking her taut nipples, alternating the teasing way I was playing with them. Between us, Maggie and I were strumming the strings to Gladys hot little instrument in perfect harmony with one another.

As Gladys began to approach orgasm, she began undulating in a rhythmic wave with a slow up and down motion of her hips, meeting Maggie’s oral assault on her pussy. Holding on more than anything else as her gyrations gradually became more animated, she began thrusting herself against Maggie’s face in an obvious effort to achieve her release. When Gladys came, it was like watching her do so in slow motion. One moment she was thrashing, gyrating wildly. The next, she was arching her back, lifting her cunt into the air and allowing herself to become impaled on Maggie’s tongue. I watched Maggie suck her clit, pulling it into her mouth, holding it there. Almost entirely motionless now, Gladys just seemed to hover, suspended in the air, no sound forthcoming as she stretched suspended like a bridge about to collapse, and then…she did!

Gladys began to shake and quiver in a series of gradually increasing pulsations that appeared to begin from the tip of her toes, running along her body to the top of her head. It was fascinating to watch as her toes curled, her thighs clenching together tightly, locking Maggie in a vice-like grip as she squeezed them together. Likewise, her hands and fingers stretched, balled into a fist, and then stretched outward once again as though she was reaching out towards the climax that was consuming her, enveloping her completely, which of course it was.

I had continued holding her nipples, not quite pulling on them as hard as I had done with Maggie’s, but as her orgasm soared through her very being, her hands came up automatically brushing my hands away from her. Obviously the sensation was too much, her nipples had become too sensitive to allow any further pleasuring without becoming painful and ruining the intensity she was enjoying.

Obviously Maggie was long experienced at knowing what to do, and when to stop doing it. She had sat by this time, and I watched as she gingerly stroked Gladys pleasure center with a light feathery touch, petting her outer lips, caressing them in a gradual way that soothed rather than stroked the passion that Gladys had enjoyed with her. We remained like this for a considerable amount of time, me simply holding Gladys. Maggie barely touching now, but continuing to pet her softly, slowly until Gladys finally stirred, awakening from her revere of bliss and ecstasy.

As strange as it may sound, I could have gone home at that point just as satisfied with all that had happened without having experienced an orgasm myself. In a way, I had. I’d somehow shared experiencing Maggie and Gladys’s climaxes, which had satisfied me in ways that I couldn’t have explained to anyone. It was a strange feeling, as I now felt more apart of Maggie than I ever had before. I wasn’t sure what to call what I felt, or even how to express it if I could. But I was more content and happy at that moment than I had been in a very, very long time.

By this time Maggie and Gladys had snuggled, positioning me between them. We lay together in this fashion for the better part of an hour, just basking in the closeness of our bodies, listening to the soft gentle breathing as we each relaxed and enjoyed the afterglow of passion and that soft gentle numbness that sets in afterwards. Even my erection had subsided. I was as flaccid as I would have been had I climaxed earlier. I felt Maggie’s hand stroking me in a casual way, familiar in a sense without the expectation of urgency or demand.

“I think you lost your stiffy,” Maggie purred, waggling my limp cock back and forth like a soft rubber hose.

“That’s ok, I don’t care. I still feel really, really good.”

“Not good enough,” Maggie stated matter of factly. In the next instant, she was slowly sliding down the bed. Seconds later, she was on her side where she was easily able to sit, beginning to lick and gently suck-nip at the head of my cock.

“Make room,” Gladys said from out of no-where. Even Maggie looked up with surprise etched in her face.

“I thought you said…” I began, stopping mid-sentence starting over instead. “Gladys, really you don’t have to do anything I’m…”

“Richard, you seem to have forgotten something. Besides being a lesbian, I am also a woman. And as such, I am also entitled to change my mind about things, especially after having gotten to know, and trust you a little more.”

“Well I must say you still managed to surprise me!” Maggie quipped. “I’m fairly certain you said you’d never even done anything like this with your husband!”

Gladys had settled herself so that she was easily able to do what Maggie had suddenly quit doing. “Actually, I’m just going to pretend it’s a really big clit.” Her comment caused as both to laugh, though I soon stopped laughing as I felt Gladys’s tongue gingerly reach out, licking me.

“A REALLY, REALLY big clit!” she said laughing herself momentarily, and then both Gladys as well as Maggie began to fence one another with their tongues, delighting me simultaneously in the process.

I had never experienced or ever felt the sensation of two women licking and alternately taking turns sucking me. So it wasn’t any surprise after all the previous stimulation and excitement that we’d shared together, that the first signs of my impending release and need surfaced long before I expected them too. Maggie certainly knew what was coming, but I felt it appropriate to warn Gladys as the last thing I wanted to do was subject her to any unpleasant surprises.

“Come on my titties Richard,” Maggie said coaxing me to do so. Which didn’t need a whole lot of consideration on my part either. Providing me an incredible target to visualize and enjoy, Gladys continued a very marvelous stroking of my prick as the juice in my balls boiled and churned until it had decided that there was no place to go but up…and out.

We all watched the first geyser erupt in a long thin spray of fluid that arched high into the air and missed Maggie’s breasts entirely. She was laughing however, redirecting Gladys to ‘aim’ a little more carefully for the next one, which she did by simply pointing the head of my penis directly at the deep V of Maggie’s cleavage.

I was soon covering the slopes of her breasts, as well as that deep tantalizing crevice she created as she pressed her breasts together for me. Spurt after delicious feeling spurt flew from my prick to bathe her in a copious amount of fluid that seemed to have no beginning and no end to it. I was surprised at the amount of sperm in fact, and even as it continued, as my toes curled and turned inside out, I wondered how it was possible to produce this much cum.

When I was finished, Maggie’s breasts were covered in pools, if not rivers of my cream. She had already begun to spread the thick sticky substance over and around her breasts so that soon they were completely covered. Gladys took over for Maggie, beginning to massage her friend’s breasts, rubbing in the natural body lotion until her skin had absorbed most, if not all of it.

Once again we all collapsed onto the bed, and slept. I had never before spent the entire night with Maggie, always going home afterwards. But tonight, though there had been no invitation to stay, it had been a wordless request to do so as Maggie curled comfortably against me from behind. I in turn spooning with Gladys as she pressed herself warmly and cozily back against me, my once again limp prick nesting happily within the crevice of her soft rounded ass.
In the morning, I awoke to the feel of Maggie beginning to straddle my morning hard-on. Which was certainly a marvelous way to wake up and begin the day. Gladys was watching as she turned over to see us, casually reaching down between her legs to begin stroking herself. Maggie and I began the slow sensual dance of prick and pussy, coming together in a perfectly choreographed, beautifully orchestrated song of pleasure and early morning rapture.

Afterwards, we all took a nice hot shower together, washing one another and enjoying the simplicity of being together without further need or even desire to do more.

Maggie as usual had her Sunday routine, places to go, people to see, things to do. Gladys had left shortly before I did, and I spent the rest of my afternoon being lazy, watching football. Soon after taking a nice long comfortable nap on the couch. We’d discussed briefly before my leaving as to whose turn it would, or should be to stimulate April at the next week’s get-together, since she would be the one sharing something with the group. As she had previously expressed her desire to do “something” with me, both Gladys and Maggie quickly agreed that I should surprise her just before she began, and thus be the one to be her stimulus.

I couldn’t believe the incredible time I was having and experiencing with these women. In all the years of my growing up, chasing around and hoping against hope just for an occasional feel of a tittie when I was in high school. Here I was now with access to more pussy than any man had a right to. But even more importantly, I felt extremely honored to have been invited into this very special group of women, who were all now my dearest of friends.

I had a long and busy day at work on Monday, so I arrived home late. All the lights were off at Maggie’s though her car was in the driveway, so I knew that she was home. I really hadn’t planned on seeing her anyway, she had said nothing to me to indicate that we would see or do anything; even so, it felt strange not seeing her at least.

I fixed a light dinner, watched a half hour of TV until I grew so bored I could hardly stand it. The clock showed it was just a little past 10:00, and I knew that there wasn’t anyway I’d be able to go to bed and sleep as restless as I was. My thoughts turned to Maggie. I wondered if she was asleep, picturing her in her enormous bed. Then I pictured her naked as she slept. But that soon changed to picturing her naked, playing with her self, and then…I wondered.

The ‘naughty’ boy in me suddenly took over. And like a young teenager, I was once again feeling mischievous and more than a little daring. I didn’t exactly put on black clothes and a dark ski mask, but as there was enough moonlight to allow people to see things moving about, I did wear dark clothing of a sort, without wanting to appear as though I was skulking about the neighborhood.

Turning off my porch light, I left the house from my back door and jumped the small little fence into Maggie’s yard. I quickly passed by her backdoor and peered in, but again saw no lighting coming from inside the house. I then slipped around the backside of the house to the opposite side of her house from mine, where her bedroom was. Sure enough, there was a light on coming from her bedroom window; though I also saw her shutters were down. Even so, I crept over to the window to see if there was anything I could see in the event that Maggie was still really up and not just lying there with her light on actually asleep.

Looking closely, there were a few gaps in the blinds, enough so that I was finally able to peer in and locate her on the bed. She was reading a book. “So much for that idea,” I thought silently to myself.

I was about to turn around and head for home when suddenly an idea struck me. “Turn about’s fair play,” I said aloud this time, though quietly so that no one would have heard. I quickly glanced about so as to ensure that no one would be able to see me. The last thing I wanted to do was have someone calling the police and getting arrested for indecent exposure, or worse, dragging Maggie into anything. When I was confident I wouldn’t be seen, I quickly removed all my clothing and stroked my self momentarily to ensure I would have a nice hard erection. Once I’d done that, I lightly rapped on Maggie’s bedroom window, stepping back.

Less than a moment or two later, I saw the blinds pulled a part, and knew that Maggie was peering out towards me. They closed again however, and I wondered briefly if she had even seen me. Then her bedroom light went out. A moment after that, I saw her blinds being pulled up until they were open, and Maggie stepped to the window. It was difficult to see her because of the darkness of the room and I stepped a little closer towards her until I could make her out, seeing when I did that she too was as naked as I was.

We couldn’t hear one another of course, but in the eerie silence of the night, I stood there jerking off, hoping she was enjoying it as much as I enjoyed doing it. Not for myself, but for her. I couldn’t tell if she was, it was simply too dark. But as I had seen her wearing that all too familiar nightgown as she read, knowing when I saw her faint outline that she was naked, could only assume from that, that she was too.

I also couldn’t gage her pleasure to mine, so I didn’t even try. And as I was nervous from being outside, still subject to someone getting up perhaps and glancing out a window, I didn’t delay the orgasm when it came, simply allowing it, enjoying the pleasure and the danger of the moment. As my orgasm began, I allowed the ribbons of sperm to shoot, disappearing into the darkness of the night. I doubt that Maggie could even see them, but as my knee’s buckled slightly, as I slowed my stroking, I am sure that somehow she knew. And then just like that, I stepped back into the darkness where I had deposited my clothing and quickly dressed. When I came back within view of the window, the blinds were closed though the lights had remained off. I could only wonder what Maggie was doing, if anything in the darkness of her bedroom.

On Tuesday, I managed to arrive home earlier than expected. I had been hoping on the drive home that perhaps Maggie and I might have dinner together, or perhaps catch a movie. As I passed her place just moments before turning into my own driveway, I glanced over and saw that her car wasn’t there. Somewhat disappointed, I could only hope that she wouldn’t be out for the entire evening.

I’d just managed to change clothes and was standing in the open door of my refrigerator trying to decide what to fix for dinner when the phone rang. Very few people had my number, and as I’d already spoken with my mother the evening before, I wasn’t expecting a call from her. And though I hadn’t glanced out the window to see if she was home, I could only assume that it had to be Maggie. My thoughts immediately hoping that she was calling with some plan of getting together.

“Hi Maggie!” I said enthusiastically, fully expecting to hear her voice on the other end of the line.

All I heard was momentary silence however, and then a voice I was all too familiar with. “Who’s Maggie?” My ex-wife asked

“Not that it’s any of your business, but Maggie’s my next door neighbor,” I shot back at her defensively. And then realizing my irritation, knowing the source of it, I added, “What are you calling me for anyway Andrea?”

The tone in my ex-wife’s voice changed from suspicion and irritation in an instant. Suddenly she was speaking in that sweet sexy way she used to do when we’d first met.

“With it being your birthday next week, I was wondering if you were coming home to visit your parents?” she asked just a little too sweetly.

I’d forgotten all about my birthday being on Saturday. “No. I wasn’t planning on it why?”

There was another brief pause. I could tell that Andrea was upset and trying very hard to maintain her composure. “I was hoping that you would be, I thought that maybe I could take you out to dinner or something.”

“Why would you want to do that? We’re divorced, remember?” Again, there was another long pause. I wasn’t sure if she was biting her tongue to keep from yelling at me, or actually on the verge of tears. With Andrea, it could have been both or neither.

“Is the reason you’re not coming home because you are seeing someone?” she asked pointedly.

Now it was my turn to take a moment. “Just what the hell is she up to?” I asked myself. “Aren’t you still seeing Roger?” I asked back without answering her question. Roger was the guy that Andrea had had an affair with shortly before we officially separated.

“No,” she said simply without explanation.

Only then did I answer her. “No, I’m not seeing anyone.” Point being that I wasn’t really. I hadn’t even considered dating, nor did I really want to. I certainly wasn’t looking for anyone to get involved with again, at least not now anyway. And secondly, I was having too much fun as it was. But I wasn’t about to explain any of that to Andrea either.

“Andrea?” I began, taking a breath, steadying myself. “What’s the REAL reason you’re calling me?”

“Like I said, just in case you weren’t coming home, I wanted to know so I could at least wish you a Happy Birthday.”

“It’s not until next Saturday.”

“I know.”

“Andrea?”

“And because I think we really should talk Richard. I’m not so sure that our getting a divorce was the right thing.”

There…she’d finally said it. And though I was delighted to actually hear her say it, it was too late. “Andrea, we’ve been through all this.”

“I know, I know. It’s just that I think we should maybe give things another try. Or at least talk about it a little more.”

I saw Maggie walk up to my porch; she was about to knock when I waved her inside. Turning I didn’t exactly cover the phone or even lower my voice. But I didn’t want to make Maggie feel like she was a part of my problems either.

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea Andrea. We’ve already tried all that, and now that our divorce is final, I think it’s best kept that way.”

“Well, in case you change your mind and want to talk about it, you have my number.” The old “I’m pissed at you” tone was back in her voice again. That was the Andrea I remembered. And I’m glad she did that actually. Though I would never have told her, I WAS starting to have a few minor doubts that maybe we should at least talk. But hearing her revert back to her old self again, reminded me why we never really got along anyway. “Well, in case I don’t see you, or talk to you again, Happy Birthday Richard.”

“Thank you Andrea.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Andrea,” I said, trying to maintain as cool a voice as I possibly could.

Hanging up the phone I turned back around grinning sheepishly at Maggie. She was sitting on one of my kitchen chairs patiently waiting for me to tell her what was up.

“The Ex”.

“I gathered,” Maggie replied smiling.

“She called to wish me a Happy Birthday.”

“Today your birthday?” Maggie questioned with a surprised look.

“No…not today, Saturday.”

“Oh. But she called you tonight, to wish you a Happy Birthday for Saturday.”

I felt my face redden just a little. “Yeah, that does sound sorta lame doesn’t it?”

“Sorta? Sounds to me like she wants you back Richard. Is that more along the lines of what she was really trying to tell you?”

I finally sat down and told Maggie the whole sordid little story. Andrea’s ongoing affair, which I could have dealt with if she hadn’t thrown it in my face that he was a far better lover than I was. And worse, that he had also been the best man at our wedding.

“You’re not going home are you?” Maggie questioned.

“Are you kidding? And miss Saturday? No way!”

Maggie laughed at that and stood up. “Glad to hear it. By the way, I stopped over to see if you were interested in seeing a movie?”

I glanced at the clock, it was late. Ah sure, I guess…which one?”

She smiled wickedly. And suddenly it wasn’t ‘that’ late. “It’s a new one, even I haven’t seen it yet. Supposed to be a really wild orgy. Interested?”

I looked down at my crotch. Already I was starting to get hard.

Maggie looked at my crotch too. “Yes, I guess you are at that,” she said, and then winked.

“By the way…Happy Birthday Richard.”

I looked at her with a confused expression. “But it’s not until Saturday.”

“I know.”

Maggie and I made love that night. It was different than it had been. Everything was still wildly erotic and sexy as hell. As Maggie always was whenever we were together. But for some reason, we made love differently than we had before. It was slow, soft…and seemed to go on forever. Whenever either one of us even got close to cumming, we stopped. Sometimes simply changing positions was enough, and then we were right back at it again. Maggie loved to fuck doggy-style, and so we had started out that way. But I had never really been very good at it, and not because I didn’t know what I was doing, but because it almost felt TOO good. Inevitably I’d end up climaxing far sooner than I would have liked. Andrea liked it that way too, most likely it was the main reason she thought I was such a lousy lover.

Maggie had sensed my weakness when we had begun that way. And though she had told me it was her favorite way to fuck, I had tried my very best to hang on and bring her as much pleasure as I could before exploding.

“Lets change positions,” she’d said. And almost thankfully I pulled out of that “feels to fucking good” pussy of hers. Maggie had me lie down on the bed, climbing on top of me. She slid me into her almost immediately, and I expected her to begin fucking me right away. But she didn’t. Maggie simply sat there looking at me without moving. So I did.

“No. Don’t. Don’t move, just relax, enjoy the feel of me…. that’s all, nothing more.”

And so, we sat there like that, unmoving. Just looking at one another, smiling.

“You CAN play with my tits you know Richard. They’re begging for attention.” So I did that. And forgot all about my penis, and the fact it had been on the brink of exploding inside of her only a few moments ago.

I loved playing with Maggie’s tits anyway, and she loved having them played with. And being in this position was one of MY favorites, as I could not only do that, but enjoy the view of them too. That and still feel a nice warm pussy surrounding my cock. Which Maggie finally decided it was time to remind me of.

“Oh Maggie! That feels so good!” “How good?”

“Damn good!” I told her.

“Oh come on Richard, you can do better than that!” She slid herself up and down my prick twice, slowly.

“Fucking good!” I answered getting into this. Maggie slid up and down three times this time before stopping.

“How good?”

“Fucking…fucking good!”

“Yes, yes it does.”

We fucked like that for a short while longer until once again I felt the urge for release build deeply inside my balls.

“Turn over Richard.”

“What?” I asked, a bit confused.

“I said…turn over.”

I soon did that, and now lie on my stomach on the bed. Maggie once again straddled me, but this time she had positioned herself over my ass. In the next instant, I felt Maggie slowly sliding herself, side to side, back and forth, up and down, actually humping my ass.

The feel of that incredibly wet pussy as she moved against me was perhaps one of the most stimulating and weirdest experiences I’d ever felt before. In a sense, she was fucking me doggy-style, and short of actually sticking a prick in my ass or something, she was. Even then, she finally did reach down and slip the tip of her finger inside my ass before continuing to work her pussy against me.

After a few more minutes of this, Maggie slid off of me. “You ready to go again?” she asked. The urge to cum had passed, at least for the moment anyway, and so we slipped into a nice side-by-side position that allowed us both the freedom of movement, as well as the ability to stop or slow down however the mood struck us.

“Go as hard, or as slow as you want. Enjoy it, but not too much,” Maggie cautioned me. And so we did, alternating tempo, speed…sometimes stopping all together just so we could each catch our breath, or so that I at least, could allow that urge to cum way too soon, die away.

We went back to me on the bottom her on top again, but this time facing away, and now giving me a lovely view of that almost perfect ass as my cock slid in and out of her. We sat up together, and fucked that way. It was more awkward, allowing less freedom of movement, but it helped me to control and overcome the urge, as well as allowing me to once again reach around her and play with those magnificent breasts again.

By the time we had gone full circle, and I was once again positioned behind her, I had somehow managed to overcome the urge to come too quickly. Maggie and I slow-fucked in that position for a hell of a lot longer than I had been able to do, ever before! Sliding in and out of that tight slick pussy would have normally caused me to ejaculate wads of cum before I was able to even think about stopping. Now, I simply enjoyed the feeling of her pussy, really and truly enjoying the sensations and experience without constantly worrying about my nuts imploding.

I also enjoyed being able to reach around and gently tickle and delight her clitoris while we fucked like that too. Sometimes I rubbed her, sometimes she rubbed herself, and sometimes, we rubbed her together, all the while slowly and softly fucking like that until the sweetness grew in both of us. And to the surprise of both of us, we came together, perfectly.

The rest of the week slowly dragged. Maggie and I were able to spend very little time together after that, due to previous commitments, her schedule, my job etc. Saturday was my day to host though, and I was looking forward to it for more than one reason. As I said, I was excited to be the one to surprise April when she began to ’share’ with the group. But secondly, it really was my Birthday, and I couldn’t think of a better Birthday gift than to spend it with all of my newfound friends, especially Maggie.

Even though I was hosting this little gathering, Maggie took charge and greeted everyone at the door. I had made pastries though, which I enjoyed doing, and especially walking around letting everyone try one. I was wearing a silk Japanese Kimono, which was fairly short anyway, and occasionally while walking about, or bending over, my cock would appear. I loved the fact that all of us were now very comfortable being around one another, so it wasn’t unexpected, or a surprise if someone reached beneath my robe and gave my prick a nice friendly squeeze ‘hello’.

I paid particular attention to April this morning too. It was her turn to share a fantasy or an experience, which everyone knew of course, but what April didn’t know yet, was that I had been asked to be the one to stimulate and excite her while she did.

As usual, I was happy to see everyone, but even Gladys went out of her way to come over and give me a friendly hug and a kiss. “How’s that enormous clit of yours doing anyway?” she teased.

I laughed at her joke and told her anytime she wanted to go clit to clit; all she had to do was ask. She laughed in return, but waggled her finger at me and responded. “Sure, and then the next thing I know, it would suddenly turn into a cock and end up some place inside me. No thanks…. I think I’ll pass. But…I wouldn’t mind feeling that tongue of yours again later.”

Gladys walked off to chat with Joanne who had just come from the bathroom. Even Joanne had seemingly gone through a bit of a metamorphosis in the short time I’d known her, she still went to the bathroom, but now it was only to change or actually pee. Joanne came out into the living room of my home. She was wearing a rather sexy looking sarong that she had wrapped around her waist, but her breasts were totally revealed. It was nice actually seeing her comfortable enough to walk around like this now, even Janice wasn’t quite as relaxed yet as Joanne was, still preferring to wear something, even if it didn’t leave anything to the imagination. And Janice was wearing a bright red body stocking today that had a cutout opening in the crotch, and pull-down pockets over each breast for easy access to them. April on the other hand had opted to start off totally naked. No big surprise as she was today’s opening act. She was wearing a floor-length robe at the moment though, so her charms were totally concealed at the present.
Maggie was wearing her bathrobe too, though hers was far shorter and one that barely covered her ass. She was also wearing the belt tied very loosely in front which allowed periodic teasing glimpses of those titillating mammaries that jiggled slightly whenever she moved suddenly or bent over to straighten up one thing or another. Something that Maggie seemed to be constantly doing.

Though my living room was fairly spacious for the size of my house, I had very little furniture to speak of. I had one couch, which was more of a love seat than a couch really, and was barely able to fit two people. It was perfect of course for the type of entertaining I was doing, and I looked forward to actually seeing it in use. I had an easy chair that reclined, but though it made for comfortable sitting when watching TV, I wasn’t sure if it would be very practical in this kind of an environment. There was only one other chair, and it really wasn’t even that. I had an enormous blow up chair that I’d purchased from a TV add, figuring that it would be easy to stow away, and handy to have whenever I had company. Though at the time I had purchased it, I certainly hadn’t planned on experiencing this kind of get-together.

I was glad that Maggie lived as close as she did, as she and I had carted over all the giant sized throw pillows that she used whenever she was hosting. So at least we had those to toss about the floor and let everyone else have something at least to sit, or lie down on.

We were still waiting on Shirley to arrive when the phone rang. “Uh oh,” I thought, Shirley’s either going to be late, or she won’t be coming.”

Maggie was closer to the phone than I was. “I’ll get it she said.” Once again, Maggie being Maggie, and though I probably wouldn’t have answered her phone without being asked to, I rather enjoyed Maggie’s familiarity and easy-going nature.

“Thanks!” I gratefully acknowledged as Maggie headed in to answer the kitchen phone.

A few minutes later Maggie came back out of the kitchen. I was just about to ask her who it was when the doorbell rang. Someone else got to the door before I did though, and I was pleased though a little surprised to see that it was Shirley.

“Sorry I’m late. I had to stop at the store for fresh batteries!” she stated, and then held up a slim, bright purple vibrator that she turned on, allowing it to wobble almost violently in her hand.

Everyone laughed of course and I turned back around towards Maggie and held my hand up to my ear as though I was using the phone. Maggie smiled and mouthed the words “Wrong Number” to me from across the room.

Now that Shirley was finally here, the party could get under way. She spent a few extra minutes chatting off to one side with Maggie and Gladys, and then as everyone was anxious to get started, simply stripped off her clothing, folding them into a neat pile, which she placed upon the floor.

Meanwhile April was hovering like nervous butterfly about the room, anxious for things to begin. Not only in wanting to share whatever it was she was going to, but anxiously curious as to who her stimulation partner was going to be today. Maggie finally called things to order more or less, and directed everyone to find a place to sit and get comfortable. I stood off to one side, and momentarily waited until Maggie indicated for me to walk over and lie down in the middle of the floor amongst the pillows. I glanced over towards April and saw her face light up with both pleasure and surprise when she now realized who her fantasy partner was going to be.

I slipped off my Kimono, and at Maggie’s instructions had moments ago already unrolled and slipped on a lubricated condom.

“Here,” Maggie said, walking over and unwrapping the package on a second one. “Lets put another one on you. It will add that much more protection for one thing, but for another, it will help to desensitize you even more and make you last considerably longer too.”

I lay down amongst the pillows and allowed Maggie to roll the second condom over my already covered shaft. Once again I looked towards April and saw the look of relief on her face as Maggie finished preparing me. Maggie then indicated for her to come over to where I was lying, informing her that she was to sit astride my cock while she shared her story with everyone.

Although the condoms were lubricated, it wasn’t all that necessary as April was so wet. I saw her pussy lips already glistening with moisture as she swung one leg over my torso to straddle me and slowly lowered down onto my prick.

Maggie was right, the second condom provided me with a hell of a lot less stimulation. A point I had mixed feelings over of course. But, the goal wasn’t for myself to feel good at the moment, but for me to make April feel good and enhance the story telling.

I lay perfectly still for the most part as April began, she started out by sharing her wickedest fantasy, something she’d always had fun thinking about, but never ever really doing. As she started her story, I felt her pussy tighten, quivering about me with excitement and anticipation of what was actually taking place. The fact she had another man’s cock inside of her for the first time was a fantasy come true all by itself. But now, experiencing that and also sharing something else she’d kept hidden from anyone’s knowing was a double pleasure for her.

“I’ve had this fantasy for a very long, long time. I’ve often masturbated while thinking about it, thinking about how naughty I would feel, and how exciting it would be to actually do it. But of course…I never had, nor thought I ever would until last week!”

There was a resounding gasp from nearly everyone there, including Maggie. April was normally very reserved, and though she had shared fantasies and desires with this group of women before, they were often tame in comparison with everyone else’s. The fact that she’d actually acted out something was wild enough, let alone not even knowing yet what it was she’d done.

“I drove to a nearby hotel and checked in under a different name. From there, I called a limousine service and ensured that I would have a ‘young’ chauffer, which was a major part of my fantasy. When I was informed that my request would be honored, I dressed appropriately for my ride, which consisted of nothing more than a pair of stockings and garters, and a long coat. Nothing else.”

Again there were several audible groans of surprised pleasure being heard, and as I glanced about the room, several women were already unabashedly toying and playing with themselves. In particular, Maggie, who was lying on her side on the floor amongst the cushions with one leg bent at the knee, her hand already busily twirling her clit as she lay there watching and listening.

April was moving almost so slowly that I barely felt her as she slid up and down my prick, sometimes stopping altogether in order to continue her story. I would then thrust up into her, reminding her that I was there, but also in an effort to do what it was I was supposed to do to, and that was to stimulate her while she stimulated all of us with her telling.

“He picked me up in front of the hotel, held open my door for me, and as I slid inside the car, I made sure that the front of my coat opened revealing to him that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I saw him do a double take as he had hardly noticed me when I first climbed in. When I was fairly sure he had seen what he’d seen, I pulled my coat closed and simply smiled at him when he looked in at me the second time. As I hoped, he got in and started the car and pulled away from the curb, adjusting the rear-view mirror before asking me where it was that I wanted him to take me. I told him to take me across the Coronado Bay Bridge, and that we’d go from there, dependent upon how things went. Once again I opened my coat and revealed the fact that I was indeed naked beneath it. He was now easily able to see my breasts, and watched me as I played with them, making each of my nipples grow incredibly stiff and hard, which wasn’t very difficult to do in the first place.”

Joanne of all people was sitting on the small little loveseat next to Gladys. I was clearly able to see them from my vantage point as they reached across one another and fondled one another’s breasts, occasionally reaching down to pet and caress one another’s cunts too. Shirley had taken her seat in my lounge chair, though she hadn’t made it go back. Janice was sitting on the floor in front of her, using a large pink vibrator on and in her pussy, while Shirley reached over her from behind and caressed and massaged Janice’s breasts. “As we started over the bridge, I again saw him adjust the mirror so that he was no longer looking at my face, which isn’t where I wanted him to be looking in the first place. He adjusted it so that my breasts and pussy would be clearly in view in stead. I finally took off the coat completely, and now sat there in only my stockings and garters and allowed him a really good look at me, and what I was doing. I began inserting first one finger, then two, and finally three, all the while with him glancing back and forth from the highway to the backseat as I continued to masturbate.”

It was now obvious that April was having difficulty relating her story. She had to stop periodically, trying to concentrate and recall for everyone who was still breathlessly listening, what was going to happen next.

“By the time we crossed the bridge into San Diego, I had already climaxed, and made sure that he heard me very clearly. Rather than asking me ‘where to’ or something along those lines, he smiled at me and asked instead, ‘what next miss?’ That’s when I told him to find a secluded section of beach some place in a parking lot away from everyone else if possible. But if not, that was ok too as all the windows were darkly tinted of course. He finally found a spot, angling the limo so that it took up at least three parking spaces, and effectively warning off anyone else from parking too close to us. After he’d done that, I invited him into the back with me, though I told him I wouldn’t fuck him…or suck him. I did tell him I would either jerk him off while he did me, or…. that I’d be just as happy watching him jerk off while I did myself again. He opted for playing with me while I played with him, which was fine too. And so…we did!”

April had her Chauffer drive her back to the Hotel shortly after that, where she checked out and drove home. The whole experience had made her so horny that she had spent the rest of the evening masturbating in the shower with her shower massage and reliving every moment of her adventure.

I was fairly positive that April had had a ‘mini’ orgasm of sorts when we’d reached the conclusion of her story. I think she had purposely timed it, so that she was actually enjoying an orgasm, even if it was a small one, when she related how she’d then masturbated in the shower.

I was also fairly certain that Janice had climaxed at least once too. I had heard her soft moans, which had rapidly increased into a series of short panting gasps that ended abruptly and became one very long drawn out sigh.

Maggie walked over to congratulate April not only on her story, but on the fact that she’d actually gone out and done something about it. As Maggie helped April up and off me, she gave her tit an affectionate squeeze and a kiss. She then turned towards me with equal ease, removed both rubbers from my prick so quickly that I was almost sure she’d performed some bit of magic and had used slight of hand to do it. She even palmed the wadded up protection in her hand, dropping it into the nearby trashcan without anyone even noticing.

Maggie returned to the middle of the room, immediately drawing everyone’s attention to her without having to say a word.

“As some of you already know, today is Richard’s birthday. And to celebrate that fact, I thought we might start a new tradition today, as a way to celebrate everyone’s birthday. Richard?” she asked looking at me. “Why don’t you come over here and stand by me for a moment.”

Doing as I was asked, I unashamedly walked over to stand beside her, erection and all without embarrassment or reservation as to what I was doing, or even what was about to happen. Obviously Maggie was up to something in her typical style, but rather than making me nervous wondering about it, I found myself becoming even more aroused with anticipation as to what it actually was.

Maggie explained to everyone that her idea as how to honor and celebrate birthdays in the future, beginning with mine, was for everyone to simultaneously participate in one way or another in bringing pleasure to that person, or in this case, to me. Everyone immediately approved of that idea, finding it to be a rather fun and interesting thing to do. I was given several options myself of course as ‘the birthday boy’ as Shirley called me, and simply announced that I was more than willing to do whatever it was that they wanted me to. Almost immediately Shirley let it be known that she wanted me to fuck her, or rather, that she wanted to fuck me for my birthday. She had positioned herself; legs spread resting her head against the front of the couch. I quickly mounted her and slid easily inside that extremely wet cunt. Gladys went next, and once again sat down on the couch, but this time slid forward just enough that she had placed her wide open pussy perfectly just on the edge of the couch. At this angle, it was easy for me to lean over and tickle her clit with my tongue. Though her legs hung on either side of Shirley’s head, Shirley quickly commented on how interesting her view of all this was going to be from below us.

“What about me?” April questioned with fearful concern that she was being left out.

“Why don’t you come over here and gently fondle and play with Richard’s ass and balls while’s he’s fucking Shirley,” Joanne suggested. April immediately grinned and came over to begin doing just that.

Joanne was easily the tallest of us all, and as she stood there contemplating where she could best fit in to this uniquely growing jigsaw puzzle, she found where her piece would best fit.

“Joanne? What are you doing?” Janice asked.

But it became quickly apparent as Joanne easily stepped over both April and I and straddled my back. Simply standing as she was, she began sliding her wet sticky cunt up and down my spine, slowly pressing and rubbing herself against me.

Janice had gravitated over to watch, still trying to find a place where she could fit in, and I immediately offered her a solution to that one as well. Reaching up, I located her pussy and began toying with it, indicating that she should spread her legs for me a little more so that I would have easier access to her juicy quim. Janice liked that idea, immediately resting one hand on my shoulder to steady her self, allowing me to finger her a bit more freely.

From below, Shirley was slowly grinding her pussy against my sheathed prick, thrilling me with the sensation of her hot tight cunt. Gladys was softly moaning in front of me, squeezing and playing with her tits while I tickled and licked her hard little clit with my tongue. April, still sitting somewhere behind me was gently rolling and caressing my balls with one hand, and had lubricated another finger which she was now probing and toying my ass with. Joanne’s wet cunt was still sliding up and down my back. It was a delightful sensation to feel her locking her legs around me, pressing herself firmly, humping against me and somehow bringing herself pleasure in having done so.

I was just starting to wonder where Maggie was, and if she was somehow going to participate in this wild almost convoluted pretzel-twisting orgy, when I glanced up briefly and saw her throwing on her bathrobe.

“Where are you going?” I asked worriedly. For the briefest of moments, I considered that, as there didn’t appear to be any place left for Maggie to join us that she had for one reason or another decided to leave.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” she said coaxing me. “I just glanced out the window and spotted someone walking up the sidewalk to your door. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of her for you.”

“Her?” I thought to myself just as Shirley decided to pick that moment to do a cunt-clamp around my prick, which shot a torrent of sweet agonizing shivers up and down my super sensitized dick in short order.

I faintly heard someone knock on the door, heard Maggie enter the foyer to open it and greet whoever it was, though at this distance I couldn’t hear or as yet see anyone.

Seconds later I heard my name being called, and it sounded all too familiar, though there was a certain surprised shock that came along with it.

“Richard?!”

I was swimming in the sweetness of pleasure, and it took me a moment to actually realize who it was that was standing there looking at me. As I turned my very wet sticky face away from Gladys cunt, I looked up, saw my ex-wife standing there and simply smiled at her.

“Hi Andrea. Everyone…this is my EX-wife, Andrea…Andrea? These are all my new friends!”

Maggie had already moved back out into the foyer and was already holding open the door for Andrea when she indignantly blew through it on her way back out. I heard Maggie laugh openly, closing the door and then heard her coming back into the room to rejoin us.

Maggie was grinning from ear to ear, once again removing her robe as she crossed the short distance of the room to find a spot and make herself comfortable, which she easily managed to do believe it or not.

“Happy Birthday Richard…. Happy Birthday!” Maggie said

And later that evening after everyone had gone, Maggie gave me another present too, something she called the “vacuum”, which for me was the best blowjob I’d ever experienced before in my entire life. All in all, I’d have to sa