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Maggie had just gotten off the phone with Gladys prior to calling me, and since she now knew that Saturday was off, had suggested to Maggie that they drive up to visit with her daughter Friday night and spend the weekend visiting with her. I knew that even though Gladys was a lesbian, she and her husband had raised a family together. And though I knew very little else, I did know she had a daughter who was approximately my age. I also knew she was some sort of a ‘professional’ who was basically her own boss and either owned, or managed a small little company where she lived.

“Sounds like fun,” I said, not really interrupting Maggie, but letting her know that I understood that I wouldn’t be seeing her this weekend, and wondering when in fact I would be. “Guess I’ll see you sometime next week then,” I finished.

Maggie laughed. “You remind me so much of my late husband Richard. I could always tell when he had his ‘feel-bad’s’ hurt by the pouty tone to his voice.”

Maggie never ceased to amaze me. Sometimes I swore she knew me better than my own mother did. Even so, I feigned knowing what she was talking about.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said trying to sound bright, happy and cheerful all of a sudden.

“Yep…just like him!” she added, laughing once again. “He used to try that tactic on me too!”

And as Maggie had called it, I decided to change tactics once again, remaining silent. Obviously anything I could have said, or was about to say would only reveal my true feelings to her even more. And though I was disappointed, I had made the decision that I couldn’t let Maggie ever feel like I had to be apart of her life every single day.

“What Gladys suggested,” Maggie began when enough silence on my end had almost become awkward, “was that maybe you might like to come along with us. Rhonda’s single, attractive looking, and who knows? Maybe the two of you might actually enjoy meeting one another!”

I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. Were Maggie and Gladys actually trying to play ‘match-makers’ here?

“I don’t know Maggie. Maybe Rhonda wouldn’t appreciate the two of you dragging along some strange man to spend the weekend with her. Maybe it’s best that just the two of you go for a visit. Perhaps if she comes here sometime, we can meet then, I’m just not sure how good of an idea this is,” I began rambling as Maggie cut me off.

“Don’t be silly,” Maggie threw back at me in that no-nonsense tone she sometimes. “Gladys called her daughter and spoke to her about it already. I just got off the phone with her a moment ago, and Rhonda told her she was looking forward to meeting you.”

“You’re kidding!” I said. “Why would Rhonda be interested in meeting me?” I asked.

Now it was Maggie’s turn to let a little silence pass.

“She knows about our weekly little parties doesn’t she?” Realization suddenly dawning on me.

“Lets just say she’s known for a very long time the truth about her parents relationship, and that a group of us periodically get together, yes. Gladys did mention to her that a man had actually been invited to join our little gathering, to more or less add some spice to our amusements. She didn’t say who that person was, or really very much more than that. But, knowing that her daughters a rather intelligent woman, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already guessed by now that you are that person.”

“So she’s more or less curious to meet the guy that a group of women enjoy fooling around with, especially since one of them happens to be her mother.”

Once again there was silence, but this time it felt a little icy too.

“Now you’re acting exactly the way my husband did at times,” Maggie said. I felt the chill run all the way through the cord on the phone. “Your not some play-toy, and we don’t treat you like one either. So don’t come off feeling like the wounded, prideful Lion Richard. It doesn’t suit you.”

Now I felt foolish, and hoped the additional silence wouldn’t make her think I was being stubborn.

“That’s better,” she said a moment later, but it was also evident in the smile of her voice that all was already forgiven. “Now….would you like to come along with us? Or not?”

I got off work early on Friday, as it was a four-hour drive to where Gladys daughter lived. I’d expected to spend the drive all cooped up and cramped in either Gladys’s small coop, or possibly in Maggie’s car, though hers wasn’t that much bigger. To my surprise, Gladys pulled up in a rather large, and very comfortable looking motor home instead.

“I called Rhonda and told her to expect us shortly before midnight,” Gladys said. “I don’t drive very fast in this, so it might take us a little longer than usual to get there.”

Maggie and I quickly threw our suitcases inside, and then Gladys gave me a quick tour of the luxury little home on wheels. “Hope you don’t mind, but when we do get there Richard, this is where you’ll be sleeping.”

Actually, that was a bit of a relief, as I still felt a bit peculiar about spending the weekend with them as it was. Now, hearing this, I at least felt like I had someplace to go and get out of the way in the event they wanted to spend some time together without me hanging around.

“That’s great!” I responded, eyeing the rather large, comfy looking bed that was located all the way in the back of the motor home.

Moments later Gladys headed out onto the road. Maggie and I sat just behind her enjoying a couple of drinks and a light dinner that Gladys had already prepared for the drive up in order to save time from having to stop someplace.

We’d been on the road a little over an hour, reaching a point along the drive where the scenery was becoming monotonous and boring. “I hate this part of the trip,” Maggie announced getting up, disappearing into the back bedroom.

“What’s she doing?” I asked more to myself than to anyone, but had said it loud enough that obviously Gladys had overheard me.

“Something fun I hope,” she said grinning at me. “Usually during this stretch of highway Maggie does something interesting to help pass the time.”

Moments later Maggie came strolling out of the bedroom…naked. I looked up at her smiling broadly. “Leave it to Maggie to do the unusual,” I thought. Maggie smiled back at me, winked, and then proceeded to sit down in the passenger seat next to Gladys. What surprised me about this was the fact it wasn’t exactly dark yet. We still had at least an hour or more before the sun finally went down. And though this stretch of highway didn’t have a lot of traffic, there had been the occasional car, coming or going as we drove along.

“Maggie, as usual, you’re crazy!” Gladys said laughing. But I love you to death anyway!”

Though I was sitting on the couch directly behind Gladys, I had a pretty good view of Maggie as she proceeded to prop one leg on the dash, effectively opening herself rather widely, and giving Gladys a rather spectacular view of her pussy as she began playing with it while she drove.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to do that, but never screwed up enough courage. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about driving naked through here,” Gladys said, one eye on the road, one on Maggie as she sat obscenely displaying herself for Gladys’s view.

“Then why don’t you?” Maggie said looking at her.

Gladys eyed Maggie briefly. Then I saw a wicked gleam in her eyes as she looked back towards me. “Why the hell not?”

Gladys began to slow the motor home, moments later pulling off onto the shoulder. Swiveling her seat so she could stand up and exit from it, Gladys walked the few steps back into the kitchenette and immediately began to strip off all her clothing.

“Well? You just going to sit there looking at us, or are you going to join us and get naked?” Gladys stared at me as she finished slipping off her bra and panties.

I had to admit, this was a little goofy, but in a way, it was starting to become exciting as hell too. It was far easier for me to strip everything off, and sitting where I was, no one would even be able to see me. So I felt far more relaxed and much less inhibited in having done so. Gladys made her way back into the drivers seat, pulling back onto the highway. Now she and Maggie were both nude, sitting up front for all the world to see should anyone glance over and pay any particular attention to them.

“I don’t care so much about any other cars on the road. But just in case we do see a cop or something, we should probably have something we can throw on really quick. Richard? Would you mind lifting the seats up, there should be a couple of light-weight blankets folded up under the seats.”

I found them where she told me they would be, handing them up to Maggie who placed one beside herself, and the other next to Gladys on console between them. Rather than sitting back in her own chair, Maggie remained where she was, leaning over and began fondling Gladys breasts. “Now, isn’t this a lot more fun?”

“Oh HELL yes!” Gladys quipped back, reaching down with her right hand, finding Maggie’s wet slick pussy waiting for her.

“Oh yeah!” Maggie purred. “Play with it sweetie, that’s it…finger my pussy.”

I was getting quite an erection at this point, watching the two of them driving along while touching and playing with one another was getting me extremely aroused. Adding to that, the danger and excitement of discovery perhaps, though only a couple of cars had passed us going in the opposite direction, with none coming up from behind us as yet.

“I think Richards starting to feel a little lonesome,” Gladys said looking back over her shoulder at me.

“You might be right,” Maggie acknowledged. “I have an idea.”

“Ah oh, you’d better run Richard. Once Maggie gets these naughty little ideas in her head, anything’s likely to happen!” she teased warningly.

Maggie stood up before I could react to Gladys’s comment, positioning herself between the two seats on the small little step leading down into the driver’s compartment. Standing, but leaning forward, placing her hands on the back of the seats for support.

“Think you can fuck me from behind like this?” Maggie asked.

“No problem!” I responded happily. Just seeing the way Maggie stood with that cute puffy slit winking at me from behind, told me she was in the perfect position for me to slip my cock into her naughty looking pussy.

“Just don’t stop suddenly, or you’ll have naked road kill on the highway. Won’t that be funny trying to explain to the cops!” Maggie laughed.

Gladys slowed the motor home slightly. “Probably wouldn’t be a bad idea anyway. As distracting as I’m sure this is going to be, I still need to try and keep one eye on the road, and the other on the two of you. Gonna be difficult seeing Richard’s dick though,” Gladys stated looking back over her shoulder briefly.

Bent over as she was, it was a treat to see Maggie’s magnificent tits swinging to and froe in the mirror as I happily continued sliding my cock in and out of that incredibly tight pussy of hers. Gladys could easily reach up, occasionally playing with them. From time to time, Gladys lowered her hand, fingering Maggie’s pussy, which was a nice sensation for me too. I liked the feel of her exploring hand as she sought me out, sometimes pulling me out of Maggie’s pussy entirely just so she could give me a few good strokes with her hand.

“The two of you are making me awfully horny!” Gladys huskily told us. “I think maybe Richard should take over driving for a little while so that you and I can do something about that.”

Maggie laughed. “I wondered how long it would take before you wanted in on the action. Ok Richard, you can stop fucking me now,” she added.

“Shit!” I thought silently. I’d been getting close for one thing, all the little tricks Maggie had taught me going right out the window as excited as I was, standing here fucking her in the back of a motor home while speeding down the highway. Gladys began slowing the motor home preparing to pull over. I wasn’t too worried about driving it naked. Anyone passing along side would merely assume I was driving with my shirt off. I quickly exchanged places with her, watching as she began fumbling around with the passenger seat.

“What are you doing?” Maggie asked.

“You’ll see,” Gladys answered excitedly. “You’re not the only one full of surprises you know!”

Undoing the latch, Gladys spun the seat around, managing to lay it nearly all the way down.

“Oh, I see!” Maggie said excitedly. Gladys positioned herself in a reclining position. Kneeling on the carpeted floor, Maggie slid up between Gladys’s out-stretched legs, placing herself in perfect position for some oral pleasuring.

I soon pulled back onto the highway, careful to keep my eyes on the road staying well within the speed limit. Sitting directly beside me of course, or rather laying, Gladys began moaning as Maggie’s tongue began working its magic on Gladys’s pussy.

“Oh fuck Maggie that’s nice. You sure you really aren’t a lesbian?” she asked teasingly. “You lick pussy about as well as any I’ve ever been with,” she added lustily.

“You enjoying this Richard? Because I KNOW I am,” Gladys moaned once again looking over towards me. She laughed. “Oh, I guess you are at that!”

I had a raging hard-on of course, which was an interesting experience for me as I cruised down the highway, dick about as hard and firm as it had ever been, sticking up between my legs like a second gearshift. Maggie continued licking Gladys’s pussy, if anything making a lot of noise in doing it, which I was sure was for my benefit as much as Gladys’s.

Gladys continued to look over towards me. Just enough out of reach that it was obvious she couldn’t do anything to me even if she’d wanted to, she made a suggestion, which surprised me somewhat.

“Richard? Would you mind jerking off for me while I watched? With Maggie’s tongue driving my clit crazy, I’d love it if I could also see you playing with yourself too!”

The whole thing was crazy. I was doing just over fifty, feeling reasonably safe behind the wheel. With little or no traffic on this particular stretch of road, I could easily handle the wheel with one hand, and myself with the other. Taking frequent glances over to where Maggie and Gladys were, I was finding the entire experience to be the wildest thing I’d ever see or participated in before.

“Oh fuck Maggie. I love it when you do that!” Gladys reached up and began playing with her nipples while Maggie continued to lovingly tongue her slit.

Although the road was deserted, I was driving particularly slower than necessary, still glancing behind me periodically so as to ensure no one crept up on us before I realized it. I’d started off quite tentatively touching myself. But with Gladys continued coaxing, Maggie’s voraciously loud cunt lapping, I’d begun stroking myself with a great deal of fervor.

It was at that point that I realized I could actually find myself climaxing without a whole lot of effort. Problem was, and as silly as it sounded to myself, I had nowhere to shoot my spunk without making a horrible mess.

“Anyone have a tissue or something? I think I’m gonna cum soon,” I warned them both though slowing my cock stroking even as I said that.

“Don’t stop now!” Gladys exclaimed, seeing me suddenly release my prick so as to ensure I didn’t.

“But…”

“Here!” Maggie said handing me one of the plastic cups we’d brought along. “Use that.”

“What?”

“Cum inside the cup!” she told me. “Besides, I have some use for it after you do,” she laughed, returning back to Gladys’s spread-open pussy.

“You’re serious? You want me to cum in the cup?” I asked her again, seeing the same confused look on Gladys’s face that had to have been etched in mine.

“Yes. And hurry. I’ve got her just about there!” Maggie added. “So after you do, hand me the cup, and try not to spill anything,” she said seriously.

Maggie continued assaulting Gladys until it was obvious that she was only moments away from having an orgasm, as was I. I felt a little silly jacking myself off, prepared to snatch up the plastic cup just before doing so. But the groans I was hearing now, coming from Gladys was making the need for my own release all the more urgent.

“Keep your eyes on the road Richard,” Maggie cautioned me. “Just make sure you place the cup over your prick when you shoot,” she reminded me unnecessarily.

With all the dirty talk taking place, combined with the delicious sights and sounds not to mention the pure eroticism of what we were all doing anyway, I felt my prick signal its intent.

“Oh fuck!” I said grabbing the cup, releasing the wheel momentarily, long enough to hold the cup with one hand, still jacking my prick up and down with the other. “Fucking A!” I exclaimed over and over, feeling my prick squirting streamer after streamer of jisim, listening to the sound of my orgasm splashing against the plastic cup with a funny sounding noise as I did.

When I had finished milking every last drop of cum from my cock into the cup, Maggie rose just long enough to take it from me. I couldn’t help but be curious.

“What are you doing?” Gladys questioned. Maggie answered by showing her instead. She poured the essence of my climax all over her friend’s breasts, drenching them with my hot fresh cream. Tossing the cup behind her, she now began massaging my juice into Gladys’s breasts, returning to suck on her clit with obvious abandon as she did.

“Oh my God!” Gladys cried out. “Maggie! Maggie! Oh yes, suck it Maggie! SUCK IT!” she screamed as her climax consumed her.

So absorbed in the sweet ecstasy taking place beside me, I had failed to notice the semi just then pulling up along side of us. “Fuck!” I said just under my breath. “Sorry ladies, but it looks like we have some unexpected company!”

Surprisingly, Maggie didn’t even bother looking up as she finished devouring the last vestiges of Gladys wet pussy. Even Gladys continued to massage her own breasts, still playing in the abundance of spunk that Maggie had poured over each only moments ago. From the corner of my eye, I saw the truck slowly pulling along side, trying to time his doing so where I intended on suddenly slowing, hopefully letting him pass us before being able to get a very good look inside the motor home. “If he even looks!” I thought hopefully to myself.

I couldn’t bare to look over towards him, just catching the rig as it shot slightly ahead as I took my foot off the gas pedal without actually braking in order to slow us down some. I figured we had gotten away without being seen when he too suddenly slowed, though braking to do so which caused us to catch up to him unexpectedly.

“Shit! I think he saw us,” I said. Once again I expected Maggie, or at the very least Gladys to react in some way, which Maggie did, but not exactly the way I expected. “Maggie?” I said worriedly now, “He’s slowing down!”

Maggie finally rose, as did Gladys. But all they did was make themselves even more conspicuous than they’d been before, albeit less obvious as to what had actually been going on. I watched as Gladys reached above herself, fumbling for what I quickly learned was a CB mike attached to the ceiling. Pulling it down she flipped the little switch at the side of the thing speaking into it with a voice that didn’t sound anything like I was used to hearing from her.

“Hey there good buddy. This is ‘Busy-Bee’ here, motoring along, having a good time and wondering if you’re catching this, come on back?”

Maggie giggled, sitting up but still making no effort whatsoever to cover herself. ” I Love it when she does that, gets me all goose-bumpily,” she said jokingly.

There was a momentary pause, and then another voice came through clearly on the CB’s receiver.

“Read you five by five, Busy-Bee, this is Mother Trucker here. Wondered if what I saw was just my imagination or not. Come on…”
“Hi mother, no imagination, the real deal. Nice too. Do me a favor though please? Don’t broadcast my twenty ok? Don’t care to have any Smokie’s breaking up the party, and don’t really want any Tom’s peeping in on us either. Copy?”

“Ten-four B and B, mind if I ride shot-gun for a while though? Would help make the trip worthwhile before the sun goes down.”

“Not at all mother, would make it more enjoyable on this end too,” Gladys spoke sounding more like a trucker herself than the woman I’d come to know.

“That’s a big ten-four there B & B. Tell the naked Chauffer there to pick up the pace a little, I’ll slide in your backdoor and ride along shot-gun for a while.”

Gladys closed the mike and put it back on the dash. “Speed up a little Richard. She’s dropping back and will swing in behind us. Maggie? Want to switch places with me?”

“She?” I said

Gladys looked at me and laughed. “What? You couldn’t tell? Even if her voice does sound a little masculine, her handle should have told you she was a woman!”

I felt slightly stupid that I hadn’t figured that out, but immediately brought the motor home up to forty-five miles per hour, which was five faster that we had been going. I still wasn’t all that comfortable driving like this, and especially now as waiting for the semi to pull in behind us before switching lanes over to the left. Moments later ‘Mother’ pulled up along side us on the right.

“Shit Gladys, I still couldn’t understand half of what you two were saying!”

“It’s a whole different culture,” Gladys explained. “I know, my husband did it nearly every day of his life.”

Maggie and Gladys had easily managed to change positions by this time, so it was now Gladys who had her face buried in Maggie’s cunt, and Maggie who was now holding and cupping her breasts expectantly as the truck quickly pulled along side us, and then stayed there. From my vantage point, it would have been very easy for me to look over, glance up and see the driver looking down into the compartment. Whether it was subconsciously or not, I placed my right hand into my lap, effectively covering my now very limp cock. Gladys continued to lick Maggie for a few more seconds, then purposely looked up and waved at whoever was sitting there watching the two of them. I managed to notice that Maggie was looking in that direction, smiling and still fondling her breasts.

“Oh Gladys look!” she’s showing us her tits!” Maggie indicated.

OK, I had to see that. Being a breast man and all. I’d have lost my gold-card if I hadn’t looked, and besides, I wasn’t feeling quite as weird about this as I had been a moment or so ago.

Imagine MY surprise when I saw the woman behind the seat of that enormous rig. What I saw wasn’t at all what I expected, and I wasn’t prepare to even admit to myself the image of what I was almost positive I would see. The woman I saw was not only very attractive looking, but she was petite as well. She’d somehow managed to boost herself up from where she was sitting, placing herself in a semi-sideways position so that she could flash Maggie, Gladys and I. Though I know it wasn’t for my benefit that she was really doing so. She certainly didn’t have large breasts, like I said, she was obviously petite for someone driving an eighteen-wheeler, but she wasn’t exactly flat chested either. I watched as she made some sort of licking motion with her tongue, signaling for Gladys to do that to Maggie, and then of course Gladys bent over diving into Maggie’s crotch. I on the other hand was more nervous than ever. With a semi riding along side of me, I was concentrating a lot more on the road in front of me than I had previously. Maggie and Gladys on the other hand seemed to enjoy putting on a show of sorts for ‘Mother”, who I occasionally glanced towards, seeing that she still sat up high enough to see her fondling her own breasts while she watched my two companions.

Suddenly I heard Mother’s voice come over the radio again. “Hey Busy Bee. I might not be able to taste any of that sweet delicious nectar you’re dining on, but I’d sure appreciate it if you was to put the mike nearby, so’s I could hear how good it must taste,” she asked.

Maggie laughed pulling down mike so as to speak into it herself. “Ten-four Mother, here ya go. Enjoy!”

Holding the mike open, Maggie held it down between her legs close to where Gladys was happily going down on her. I noticed when Maggie did that, like she’d done to Gladys, Gladys now did to Maggie. Which was, suddenly making a lot more noise than she had been. Even I had to admit it was having some affect on me as my very limp prick suddenly began to stir with renewed interest.

Maggie noticed that Mother was signaling, wishing to speak. “Go mother,” Maggie said having removed the mike from between her legs.

“My turns about five miles ahead,” Mother began. “But I’d sure appreciate it if you could reach your destination before I do. I’d enjoy hearing that,” she added. “I’m trying to time my arrival with yours.”

“I read that five by five Mother, hang on. I’m sure I can accommodate you,” Maggie assured her.

Placing the mike back between her legs, keeping it open, I watched as Gladys began attacking Maggie’s pussy with renewed vigor. Inserting two fingers, she added the stimulation of finger-fucking Maggie’s juicy quim, all the while continuing to lick, sucking her clit. Long before the turn-off for Mother arrived, Maggie did. Crying out joyously, letting Mother share in her pleasures as she continued peering down through the window into the motor home. As much as I wanted to, I was forced to keep my eyes even more on the road than I had as Mother had crept over far closer than I would have otherwise liked. I took one quick glance in her direction, almost freaking out as I saw Mother’s eyes near-closed, mouth open obviously having an orgasm herself.

“Fucking A!” I exclaimed again, only this time saying it with a concerned tone rather than one of pleasured surprise.

I was somewhat relieved to see what I surmised was Mother’s exit stating that the turn-off was less than a mile away now. She came on a moment after that.

“Thanks B & B. I appreciate you’re sharing with me, and making this long lonely stretch of blacktop anything but that. If you’re ever in the neighborhood again, make sure you look up Mother. I’ll be looking for you.”

With that, she began pulling away, signaling with her lights by turning them on and off, once again thanking Maggie and Gladys for the show, saying good-bye.

“That was certainly interesting,” I said finally, though I knew the moment I’d said it, that the tone of voice I had used was less than enthusiastic.

“You’ve really been on one lately haven’t you?” Maggie said. “What’s up with that anyway? Is it something we did here that bothered you? Or what?”

I realized at that very moment that I actually had been a little bothered by all this. Not by what they had done, or what had happened even, as later I would rethink on it and actually get quite a kick out of their having done it. But at that moment, I was feeling a bit selfish at sharing either of them with anyone else, even if it had been another woman, because that other woman was for all intents and purposes, outside our little circle of friends.

“No, really,” I began, already putting the ‘cheer’ back into the sound of my voice. “I was just a little nervous is all. I just felt a little awkward. After all, she was a woman too, and certainly only interested in what the two of you were doing.”

“Would you have preferred it was a man watching us instead?” Maggie questioned knowingly.

And I knew that wasn’t what I had wanted either.

“Yep…sometimes Richard acts exactly the way my husband used to,” she said giggling.

“I think maybe we need to pay some attention to him, don’t you?” Gladys asked Maggie. “Maybe that will put him back into a better mood. Want to try the next rest-stop?”

“Why Gladys! I think that’s a wonderful idea! We can afford to take Richard into the back and make him feel better before getting back onto the road. But we’d better call Rhonda though, and let her know what we’re up to, just in case we show up even later than we planned,” Maggie added.

A minute later, she had her daughter on the phone.

“Hi honey, .no… we left, we’re on the road and should be in around midnight, or maybe a bit later than that. What? Oh no, nothings wrong with the motor home, it’s running fine. Maggie and I’ve been having a little fun is all while Richard’s been driving. Thought that maybe we should make him feel good too for putting up with us.”

I could actually hear laughter coming over the phone.

“Yes, we probably should do that. I’m sure Richard would enjoy a nice long blow-job before hitting the road again,” she said answering her daughter. “No…you heard me right. I did say ‘we’ didn’t I? Yes…he is nice, I think you’ll like him too,” she said added winking at me. They spoke for a few more minutes before ringing off.

“She’s looking forward to meeting you,” Gladys said with a grin.

Even so, I couldn’t believe Gladys had said that to her. Now I was even more nervous than before about meeting her daughter.

We drove for a while after that in silence, but finally I saw the sign for another rest stop just ahead. I was not only anxious to turn the driving back over to Gladys, but I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable about driving naked on top of everything else. I took a quick glance about before standing up out of my seat and moving back into the relative privacy of the motor home. Maggie glanced down at me as I passed her on my way back to the bedroom.

“This might take a little longer than we planned,” Maggie said to Gladys and I knew what she was talking about.

“I heard that,” I said, glancing back over my shoulder.

“I meant for you too,” Maggie responded just as quickly, and I saw how she had hooked her index finger in a ‘limp’ position, signaling Gladys.

“Oh I don’t know, I think between the two of us that we’ll soon have Richard back to being his old, hard self again,” Gladys said enthusiastically.

“I certainly hope so,” Maggie replied back to her. “As much as I miss my husband, Richard’s beginning to remind me of all the little things I don’t miss.”

Her tone of voice was teasing, but I noticed it was tinged with a hint of seriousness too. I decided to try and keep my own selfish emotions in check, and try to be a little more open-minded about things than I had been, especially around Maggie.

A short time later we pulled into a rest stop where I was treated to the best blowjob of my entire life! Maggie and Gladys took turns sucking and licking my prick until I was begging them each for release. Even then, they continued to alternate back and forth, licking, sucking, and teasing me until I was literally climbing the walls. At last, Maggie drew me into her mouth, clamping her lips about the head of my prick applying such a nice sucking friction that I knew without any doubt I’d be spilling my seed inside her mouth at any moment. Gladys helped by clasping my shaft within her hand, pumping my prick slowly up and down as Maggie sucked. It was pure heaven as the sperm flew from the tip of my prick, flooding Maggie’s mouth as she greedily sucked down all I had to give her.

I had fallen asleep after that in the large bed of the motor home. The next thing I remember was Maggie’s voice waking me up.

“We’re almost there Richard, you might want to think about getting dressed before you meet Rhonda…or not,” she said giggling. “It’s entirely up to you.”

I was smiling, feeling a hell of a lot better. My orgasm had been so intense and pleasurable, that they had left me there in the bed where I immediately fell asleep, remaining so until our arrival.

Jumping out of bed, I saw that Maggie had already dressed, even applying fresh make-up. I quickly changed into fresh clothing, made myself very presentable again, and soon joined them. I noticed as I sat down on the seat behind Gladys that we had already entered a very nice looking residential neighborhood that had some fairly expensive looking homes. Moments later, we pulled up in front of a modest looking home, but one that was still at least three times the size of my place.

“Wow! I’d say your daughter does fairly well for herself.”

“Yes, I’m very proud of her,” Gladys replied seriously.

We pulled along side the house taking advantage of a wide strip of driveway that extended well back behind the home. Gladys had no sooner cut the engine when the back door opened and her daughter came out to greet us. She stood on the redwood deck rather than coming down the short flight of steps, where she stood waiting for us. It was still too dark, and she was still to far away to make out her features clearly, but I could see that she had fairly dark shoulder length hair and looked to be about 5′-6″ or there abouts.

“Hi mom!” she yelled down to her. “Did you have an enjoyable drive up?”

I wasn’t sure if she was alluding to the earlier conversation she’d had with her mother, or if she was simply making a general statement. But it made me more than a little nervous as the three of us climbed the short flight of stairs towards her.

Maggie reached her first, and Rhonda immediately came up and hugged her. “Oh Maggie, it’s so nice to see you again. How longs it been anyway? A year? More? I’ve really missed seeing you!”

They spoke briefly a moment more, and then Gladys was giving her a hug and a kiss as well. “Surprised you waited up for us, thought for sure you’d have gone to bed by this time.”

“Are you kidding? After what you told me over the phone?” Turning towards me she smiled and I got my first really good look at her. She was beautiful! I couldn’t really see a lot of her mother in her, so she must have gotten many of her features from her father, but she sounded and spoke almost the same way that Gladys did.

“Hi Richard, I’m Rhonda,” she said holding out her hand to me. I immediately took hers within mine and had begun to shake it in greeting. “How was the blow-job anyway?”

“Rhonda!” Gladys exclaimed. “You’ll embarrass him!”

“No more than you probably did over the phone,” she stated, still smiling and holding my now Jell-O’d hand.

I heard Maggie snickering slightly in the background. “She certainly is YOUR daughter Gladys.”

“I don’t know, sometimes I have to wonder about that.”

“Oh mother really, whose else would I be?” Rhonda said stating the obvious.

“You never know, stranger things have happened,” Gladys told her.

Rhonda turned back around to face me, still holding onto my hand, but this time she stepped closer, actually embracing me. “I hope I really didn’t embarrass you. It’s just my mother and I love teasing one another. Unfortunately, you gave me a little ammunition to use in doing so.”

I felt slightly better, though not much. It was a little weird meeting a beautiful woman like this, and having her know that her mother had just given you a blowjob on the drive up to see her.

“Come in, come in. I actually made a pot of coffee. I figured you’d be too wired to feel like sleeping, but if I’m going to stay up and chat for a while, I felt like I needed one.”

Coffee sounded good to me too, and she was right, I was way too wired to sleep, especially after seeing her. Now all I wanted to do was sit off quietly to one side and secretly admire her. I managed to catch a knowing look from Maggie, and actually felt a little guilty when she looked at me.

“Like I said Richard, you never know,” she told me a bit later when she had a chance to do so out of ear-shot from everyone.

It was all she said to me, but the way she had said it indicated that she was also wondering about the possibilities. I wasn’t prepared to take my thoughts quite that far, but admittedly, I was anxious to get to know Rhonda a lot better.

We stayed up talking for the better part of an hour, but even with the coffee, I along with everyone else was finally showing signs of being tired.

“Why don’t we all turn in?” Rhonda suggested, we can continue on with this in the morning after we’ve all had a little sleep. Once again Rhonda faced me directly. “I’m sorry you have to sleep outside in the motor home Richard. But with mom sleeping in the one of the spare bedrooms and Maggie in the guest room, that only leave’s Trish’s bedroom, but she’ll be home in the morning and I haven’t even mentioned the fact that you were all coming.”

I threw Maggie a questioning look, but didn’t ask the obvious question. But she bailed me out anyway. “I need to go and retrieve my suitcase first,” she said standing up. “Richard? Would you mind helping me bring things in?”

I followed her back outside and down the short flight of steps, actually reaching the motor home before she turned to me and said anything. “Trish has been staying with her for a while now,” she said, “She’s a close friend, and I believe she even works for Rhonda.”

I wasn’t sure quite what to make of that, but suddenly, realizing her mother WAS a lesbian herself, surmised almost immediately that perhaps she was too. I felt a little foolish, but glad that I hadn’t said or done anything flirtatious. The last thing I needed was to have Rhonda tossing me out on my ear for saying or doing something that was out of line. I carried the suitcases back into the house, where Maggie and Gladys took them from me and prepared to retire to their respective rooms.

“Guess I’ll see you all in the morning,” I said, remembering to put a smile in the tone of my voice when I said that. I didn’t want anyone, especially Maggie knowing that I was once again back to feeling like the trip up here maybe wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Even so, Maggie still raised a suspecting eye-brow at me, but then said “Goodnight Richard, I’ll see you in the morning.” She turned following Rhonda and Gladys down the long hall climbing the stairs up to where I figured their bedrooms would be. Immediately, I headed back outside disappearing inside my home on wheels, somewhat relieved, and began undressing, getting ready for bed.

I had just finished brushing my teeth and stepped out of the small little bathroom into the dimly lit corridor outside my bedroom. When I did, I was shocked, actually jumping when I saw Rhonda sitting on the small couch in the kitchenette waiting for me.

“Thought I’d come outside and make sure you had everything you needed,” she told me. Rhonda had also dressed for bed, and though the floor-length nightgown she was wearing wasn’t necessarily meant to be overtly sexy, she looked beautiful in it, and I couldn’t help but stand there for a moment admiring her.

“Oh…no, I think I have everything that I need,” I said looking around a bit stupidly.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Rhonda said standing up. As she did so, I saw her reach up and undo one of the ties holding the front of her nightgown together.

“I was sort of hoping that you might need something else,” she said undoing yet another tie, as she continued to slowly approach me.

I had to be dreaming. That was the only possible explanation. I’d already come down, gotten ready for bed, and had fallen asleep. Seeing Rhonda approach me, wearing what she was, after having barely even met her was stuff that only happened in dreams, or in some writer’s story-line imagination. Things like that certainly never happened in reality.

I actually found myself walking backwards into the bedroom, though I don’t remember my feet actually moving.

“Well maybe,” I began, trying desperately to collect my thoughts. “I didn’t check to see if there were any pillows.”

Rhonda giggled, “Maybe we should both check and see if we can find some,” parting her nightgown completely, revealing two of the most beautiful pillows I’d ever seen.

Her breasts, though not what you would call extremely large, were ripe and succulent looking. Two perfect, full sized handfuls beckoned to me as she quickly closed the distance between us. Off balance, she continued to advance, forcing me to step back even more quickly, which surprisingly I did until I felt myself bump into the edge of the bed. Rhonda reached out and gently pushed. With no place to go, I tumbled backwards onto the bed, just in time to see her shed the last of her nightgown so that now she stood before me completely and totally nude. The beautiful bare, swollen lips of her pussy protruded slightly as she stood there. I had a glimmer of them as she stepped, once again towards me and then descended down onto the bed where I lay. This time, I didn’t move, catching her in my arms instead, allowing my hands to softly cup her breasts as she fell into me.
At the precise moment that my hand came into contact with her breast, her hand came into contact with my prick. “Wow, that was fast,” she said. And for a moment, I actually thought that maybe I had climaxed or something. But as I sensed her hand upon me, I also realized I was hard, really hard. And I had not been of course when exiting the bathroom. Obviously I had begun to stiffen the moment I had laid eyes on her, and hadn’t even known that I had.

Her touch though exploratory and searching, was as light as a feather. The coolness of her hands both soothed as well as aroused every nerve ending in my entire body, just not my engorged penis. Playing with her nipples was like tasting sugar for the first time. The sensation was electrifying, her nipples were long, really long, and the fact they stood so firm and erect for me to play with was extremely erotic. I still couldn’t believe this was happening, though certainly warming to the idea it actually was. Which was when Maggie’s image suddenly popped into my mind.

“What about Maggie, your mother,” I somehow managed, even though I was finding it extremely difficult to breath here.

“I’d imagine they’re both sound asleep by now,” she said. “And even if they aren’t, chances are they’re doing what we are, so they won’t miss either one of us anyway.”

“What about your friend…Trish?”

Sure, I was fishing a little bit, curious as hell how she fit into all of this, especially now.

“Oh…I left her a note telling her where I was.”

“You told her you’d be out here with me?” I asked incredulously.

“Sure, why not?” Once she hears the whole story, I’m sure she’ll be just as anxious to meet you as I was.”

I decided that I wasn’t going to pursue that line of thought any further and immediately gobbled down one of those long succulent nipples instead. At least it gave me an excuse for not saying anything else.

Rhonda had snuggled up to me while I did this, wrapping her legs around one of mine and began to slowly and softly hump her self against me. The feel of her soft wet slippery pussy sliding back and forth against my thigh was incredibly arousing. I couldn’t believe how wet she was, or how hot.

“I want you inside me, but first, I know mother and Maggie gave you a blowjob on the way up here, so I think it’s only fitting that I get to do that to you myself.”

“Only if you let me have the pleasure of doing the same to you,” I responded back.

“What? Give me a blowjob too?”

I rolled her onto her back and began making my way down her near flawless body. I kissed her neck, face, shoulders, lingering for a while at her breasts of course, ensuring that each one had been thoroughly pleasured before moving on. I played with her tight tummy, licking and kissing it and fucking her naval with my tongue for a few minutes, which she seemed to really enjoy.

“Believe me Rhonda, as beautiful as you are, if you had a dick, I’d give you a blowjob yes!” Ok, maybe it wasn’t the best line to say to a woman, but under the circumstances, she liked it sighing audibly.

When I finally did slide between her legs, the heat of her sex greeted me with a lusty bouquet that inflamed my own passionate desire for her even more. I was deliberately slow, almost too delicate the way that I initially began to flick my tongue at her hard little clit. I realized she had already reached down, spreading her pussy a part for me, revealing to me just how red, swollen and wonderfully hard that little nub of hers was.

“Suck my clit….please. Suck it Richard, suck it for me!”

Boy did I ever! Drawing that precious little nubbin of hard sensitive flesh between my lips, and then kiss-sucking it, as well as sliding my tongue rapidly back and forth against it brought about the hoped for pleasured moans and sighs. Rhonda was humping her pussy against my face at this point, holding the back of my head and pressing me against her. So much for slow and easy. But that was ok with me too, obviously she wanted this every bit as much as I wanted to be doing it. I was beginning to think that I was about to treat her to a rather nice orgasm when she forced me away from her.

“Nice,” she said lustily. “And we’ll certainly get back to that, but now it’s my turn!”

I was expecting her to start sucking me of course, but she climbed up on top of me instead and in the next instant, I felt my prick slide into this side of heaven.

“Oh fuck!” I said as the sensation of her velvet glove slipped down over my cock, threatening to have me creaming before I could even begin to imagine trying to stop it. Three of the most incredible fuck-strokes later, she removed herself from my cock and slid down to greedily engulf me with her mouth.

“Hmmmm, no wonder you like eating pussy,” she said. “I can taste myself on you. Maybe there’s more to this lesbian thing that I realized.”

Maybe her mouth wasn’t quite as nice as her pussy had been, but it was a damn close second. “You’re driving me insane!” I told her. “Your pussy…fuck Rhonda, that felt good!”

“Oh, so you liked the preview I gave you of the main attraction huh? Would you like to see a few more coming attractions?”

“What I’d like, is to see that attraction cumming,” I shot back at her.

She went back to licking and sucking me once again, but when my nuts threatened to implode, she somehow sensed it, rolling away from me back onto her back, legs spread in the air uninhibitedly.

“Well? You gonna just sit there and look? Or are you going to come over and eat me some more?

“Both,” I said simply, truthfully. And so I did sit there, just gazing at her pussy as she lay on her back holding her legs open for me, smiling at me the whole time. Neither of us made a motion to move, to do, or say anything. It was the wildest, naughtiest, wickedest moment I think I’ve ever spent before in my entire life. Finally I did move, zombie like, slithering up between her legs like a snake looking for a nice warm place to curl up. Which is exactly what I found. And then I began at the beginning, licking and loving that pussy of hers with every intention of making her cunt explode somewhere along the process.

By the time I finally shifted positions and slid my cock inside the wettest cunt I’d ever fucked before, Rhonda had climaxed twice, so that sliding into her now was like sticking my prick into a bowl of warm melted butter. Her breasts continued to look at me like twin pleasure domes, and I couldn’t ignore either one of them as I continued to fuck in and out of that slick, sweet honey coated split.

After several minutes of this I was getting close, we both were. I felt Rhonda reach down between us at that moment, grasping my cock before I could once again slip it deeply inside her. Without so much as I word, she had removed my prick from her pussy, but then I felt it as she began masturbating me against her clit with her hand. Stroking herself like this was another delicious sensation. I rose up slightly on my knees so I could watch as well as feel what she was doing; I was again treated to the spectacular view of her exposed glistening pussy.

“Cum with me,” Rhonda moaned. “Shoot your spunk all over my clit so I can cum with you!”

Seconds later I was doing just that. The sight of her hand rapidly beating her clit with my cock was too much for my already overloaded senses to bear. Ribbon after thick roped ribbon of my juice sprayed out to begin to coat and cover her already wet lips. As the splash of my seed began to pool against her, she continued using my prick as well as the thick sticky cum to pleasure herself with. Only moments went by when she too was now crying out in pleasure, moaning and groaning so loudly that I feared she would not only wake the neighbors, but possibly alert Maggie and Gladys as to what we were doing too. For some reason, that thought raced through my mind even as my own climax continued, though finally ebbing. I didn’t feel like I had particularly betrayed anyone, but at the same time, I was also glad that this time with Rhonda had been privately enjoyed rather than shared in a group setting with anyone else. Perhaps another time, another place. But for now, all I wanted to do was savor the moment of our being together.

We slept together, but long before the sun rose, I felt Rhonda finally stir getting up and leaving the motor home. I feigned sleep, lying there wondering if she in fact was nervous about our being found together like this. I still didn’t fully understand her relationship with Trish either, and though she had left a note for her friend telling her where she was, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of conflict, if any that might eventually cause.

I fell deeply asleep after that, exhausted not only from the nearly never-ending night of lovemaking, but from all the other activities as well during the long drive up. The sun was well up on the horizon when the sound of Maggie’s voice waking me reached my ears.

“Rise and shine sleepyhead. Breakfast is almost ready, and I imagine you’d like to come inside and take a shower…..and wash that glaze off your face.”

Automatically I reached up feeling my face, heard Maggie’s laugh and realized I’d been had. I didn’t know if she actually knew, or was guessing, but by my immediate reaction, I knew there and then I had confirmed whatever her suspicions might have been up until that point.

“I had a feeling the two of you would like one another after you met. Guess I shouldn’t be too surprised that you got around to finding out just how much already,” Maggie said, the first trace of sadness actually heard by the tone of her voice. Or at least I took it for that, though Maggie continued grinning at me with that same mischievous smile she always did.

Maggie came over pulling me up and out of the bed. Obviously she wasn’t going to let me lie there wondering about it either. I was naked, so when the covers pulled away as I stood, it was one more indication that Rhonda and I had spent the night together. Slapping me hard on the ass as I bent over to retrieve my suitcase, Maggie turned and headed out of the bedroom.

“Breakfast in twenty,” she said. “So you’d better make it a quickie. Speaking of which, Gladys and Rhonda are running to the store a little later.” She never finished the comment, but I knew what she was referring too.

I glanced up and smiled at her, and it wasn’t a fake smile either. I was actually pleased when Maggie indicated to me in her own special way, that what Rhonda and I had done and shared together was ok with her, even expected. Good ole Maggie had also let me know that “we” still had a relationship outside of whatever might happen with Rhonda and I, making me feel a little better knowing that.

By the time I had finished showering and was dressed for the day, breakfast had been served and was waiting for me on the table. Everyone else was already sitting. I was glad to see they had started without me, as I would have felt silly and embarrassed otherwise.

Besides all the food, I immediately noticed that there was another person sitting down at the table and knew without asking that it had to be Trish. “You must be Richard,” she said as I sat down in the only available seat remaining, and that was next to hers.

“And you…must be Trish,” I said, extending my hand to her in greeting. She took it and we shook briefly.

“I wondered where Rhonda was when I stopped by her bedroom before turning in and found she wasn’t there. Didn’t see the note she’d left me until I got to my room. And now I can see why she did,” Trish stated, flirting with me a little.

I had quickly glanced up across from me to where Gladys was sitting, but if she hadn’t been aware that Rhonda and I had spent the better part of the night together, she didn’t give that fact away with any sort of surprised reaction either. If anything, Gladys’s next comment proved she was not only aware of it, but was having some fun teasing her daughter over it instead.

“I figured as much, by the way she was smiling this morning. Haven’t seen her smile that wide in month’s. Almost got to the point where I was about to tell her that maybe she ought to sell this place and move closer to me just so she could come and join our Saturday morning get-together’s with the rest of the girls.”

Not only had Gladys zinged her daughter, but she’d effectively reminded me that there wasn’t anything being hidden from anyone else either, nor obviously, would there be.

The only person that didn’t seem to pick up on that statement had been Trish of course, and I doubted it highly that anything had been said to her about my relationship with any of them. Particularly because she hadn’t even known I was coming along until we were there. And I was also reasonably confident that Rhonda didn’t exactly discuss either her sex-life, or her mother’s with Trish either.

“That certainly is tempting mother,” Rhonda finally chimed in saying. “But I’m just not sure I could be myself in front of everyone like that.”

That did seem to catch Trish’s attention, and she looked over at Rhonda with a degree of curiosity as to what it was she meant by that. But Rhonda just gave her a look that said it was sort of a “private” joke between the two of them, and shrugged her off. Gladys didn’t respond either, and I was suddenly glad that this particular conversation had come to an end.

“What are your plans for the day Trish?” Rhonda asked her friend as she took a sip of coffee and sat there looking over the rim of her cup at her.

“Nothing really, thought I’d go out later and take a swim in the pool, then maybe lay out for a while…you?”

“Mother and I have some shopping to do, so we’ll be gone for a few hours this afternoon. We invited Maggie to come along with us, but she said she had a few things she wanted to do here while we were gone. Just wondered if you felt like coming with us.”

Trish thought for a moment, glanced towards me, which made me turn red in the face. I wasn’t at all sure what everyone was really thinking or wondering about, but she didn’t seem to realize that I was, or at least hadn’t noticed it.

“Na…think I’ll stay here and soak up some sun and relax,” Trish said begging off.

I swore I thought I saw a look from Rhonda directed at Maggie that said “Sorry…I tried.” But if it was such a look, Maggie never let on that it was either.

Shortly after, we finished breakfast and I helped with washing and putting away the dishes. By that time, Gladys and Rhonda made ready to leave and promised to stop and pick up something special for dinner that night. Trish had disappeared back to her room, and I surmised that she would soon be heading outside to go for a swim, and then lay relaxing in the hot afternoon sun.

Maggie walked out to the car with Rhonda and Gladys, and as I hadn’t as yet seen the entire house, I found myself wandering back up stairs where I knew the main living and family room was located. Besides the large redwood deck that extended off the second level of the house, there was also another balcony that ran around outside all the upstairs bedrooms. I’d spotted it briefly after having taken my shower, and now with a fresh cup of coffee in hand, decided to wander out side and sit down and finish it, along with a much needed smoke.

I had taken a seat in one of the many patio chairs, and was looking out into the back yard where the pool was when I saw Trish emerge from the house, naked. She walked over to the pool, diving in. I don’t think she looked back or up towards where I was sitting. And though I didn’t consciously try and hide the fact that I was sitting there, and could see her, I did sort of slump down in my chair slightly so as not to be even more noticeable than I already was.

I watched her swim the length of the pool a few times, also watching as she came out and stood drying herself off with a towel. She had cute pointy little breasts, certainly a nice firm ass, and being human; I looked at her and hadn’t heard Maggie’s approach until she was already there.

“Enjoying the scenery?” she asked, startling me in the process, causing me to jump, making her snicker.

Trish had placed another towel down by the side of the pool and now lay on her back, her cute tits fully in view. Averting my eyes from her at that point, I turned back towards Maggie, trying to come up with something reasonable and sensible to say, which went right out the window, as that’s when I saw that Maggie was naked too. Only she obviously had other plans, and as she began fumbling with the belt on my Levi’s, lowering the zipper, I knew that it was Maggie’s intention of doing it right here, and right now, regardless of whether Trish would see us or not.

Maggie finally undid my pants sufficiently to reach in and fish out my prick, which wasn’t easy as I was already hard.

“Wonder what you were thinking about,” she said, just before devouring my cock with her mouth. I felt guilty as hell; I could still see Trish from where I was sitting, though I was reasonably confident she would have been unable to see what Maggie was doing to me from where she was.

“Now what’s she doing?” Maggie went on as she continued to suck and lick my straining penis. Hearing Maggie ask me this seemed a little weird at the moment.

“Nothing…just laying there sunning,” I said, which wasn’t entirely true as I did happen to notice Trish had placed one of her hands on her breast and appeared to be gently caressing it.

“Would you like to fuck her?” Maggie questioned me with a mouthful of cock.

Now this really was getting weird.

“No!” I told her. “But I would like to be fucking you,” I added, feeling like that was the right answer to be giving her.

Maggie quit sucking me, actually removing her mouth from my prick. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked, but the tone of her voice was serious and not something I had heard her use all that often.

“No…why?” I asked a little fearfully.

“Then stop playing games with me Richard!” she stated. “We’ve never lied to one another, and I hope you don’t intend on doing so now.”

“Maggie, .I really don’t know what it is you’re getting at,” I said truthfully.

Maggie’s voice softened. “Trish. Would you, if she were to come up here and ask you to do it, fuck her?”

I thought about it for a second, and decided that honesty; especially with Maggie was the only answer I could give. “Yes, probably I would. But…I wouldn’t approach her, or attempt to seduce her either Maggie,” I said honestly. “If she came up here and asked me point blank if I wanted to fuck her, then…I’d say yes, I would!”

“Much better,” Maggie responded, once again licking my cock. “What about Rhonda? You WOULD like to be with her again yes?”

“Yes,” I said simply.

“And you would like to see if she wants to do so again too don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Could you fuck her in front of me?”

“I don’t know,” I answered being as totally honest with her now as I could be. “Probably, as long as she was ok with it,” I added.

“Don’t you wish that was Rhonda you were watching now?” She asked me, deep-throating my cock, causing me to suck in my breath when she did.

“Fuck yes!” I moaned loudly. So much so that I immediately opened my eyes and wouldn’t have been at all surprised to discover Trish had heard me.

“What’s she doing now?”

Trish was in fact, playing with herself.

“Touching herself.” Maggie sat up and looked over the railing. Trish had placed her legs; knees bent, but open widely. It would have been next to impossible to not know what she was doing, even at this distance. Maggie giggled dropping back down and once again and began licking me.

“You like watching women playing with themselves don’t you?”

“Fuck yes!” I admitted. “I love watching you do it,” I added.

“What about being watched, do you like it when someone watches us fucking?” she continued.
Hearing Maggie talking dirty to me was definitely having an impact. I was aroused beyond reason and would have fucked her in a football stadium full of people at that point. “Shit yes Maggie, I like it when someone’s watching us, it’s so fucking hot!” I told her.

She stood up, leaning against the railing. “Then come and fuck me,” she basically demanded. I slid into her from behind, and had the same sensation as scooping into ice cream with a hot spoon. Her cunt was moist, thick and creamy with her essence, as my prick skewered into her. I lost myself in her, eyes closed, simply enjoying the feel of her cunt as it wrapped itself around my dick, sucking it like a thousand hungry pairs of lips doing so simultaneously.

I was vaguely aware of Trish below us, knowing that all she had to do was lift her head even slightly, and she would have a totally unobstructed view of us as we stood at the railing directly in front of her. But again, at that point I could have cared less, all I wanted was to pleasure Maggie’s pussy, and eventually fill that precious cunt of hers with as much cum as I could manage.

“Pinch my nipples Richard, and fuck me. Fuck me deep, hard and fast!” Maggie yelled. If Trish hadn’t heard that, then she was deaf. I did look down by the pool after that one and saw that Trish had in fact rolled over on her side. She had one hand propping her head up, so unless she was also blind too, she was looking directly at us. Her other hand was buried between her legs; obviously, and from what I could see, furiously masturbating herself.

I reached down capturing one of Maggie’s freely swaying breasts in my hand and began pinching her nipple just as she requested. Additionally, I began thrusting into her almost viciously, pounding against her in wild abandon, and frankly grunting and groaning just as loudly as she was. Trish HAD to be hearing the two of us now, and I found the thought of that extremely exciting.

“Cum with me Richard,” Maggie screamed out as I felt her suddenly liquefy inside, and immediately began to add my own hot precious fluid to hers.

We remained coupled together, leaning against the railing of the balcony long after we had climaxed, each of us still trying to recover and capture our collective breaths.

“Hmm,” I suddenly heard Rhonda utter from behind me. “Mind if I join you?”

I turned, slipping out of Maggie in a heartbeat, stunned as well as surprised to see her standing there.

“Mother and I decided to just shop for the groceries. Glad we did, I’d have hated to miss seeing the two of you going at it the way you were,” she stated mater of factly. But even as she spoke, she began to remove the blouse she was wearing.

“You might have to give him a minute or two,” Maggie said easily. “He just barely finished filling my pussy, so it might take him a while to get another ’stiffy’,” as she affectionately enjoyed saying.

“Ohh, do you mind Maggie?” And then Rhonda blew me totally away as she walked up to Maggie with Maggie still leaning against the railing, slipping one of her fingers inside her. “Wow Maggie, you’re full of all kinds of juice!” she said, fingering and playing around in it for several long minutes.

“You keep doing that…you’ll get me excited all over again Rhonda,” Maggie warned her, but I could also tell by the way she said it that she was half-hoping that Rhonda really would. She soon stepped away however, both to my disappointment as well as Maggie’s I guessed. It was then that I remembered Trish, spinning around looking down into the backyard. But she was nowhere in sight.

Rhonda knew who I was looking for. “Passed Trish on the way in. She said something about wanting to take a nap or something.” Rhonda giggled. “I’d be willing to bet she was laying out here masturbating when you two started fucking up here on the balcony huh?”

Maggie confirmed that she had been in fact, and even told Rhonda how excited I got watching her play with herself. Which wasn’t ‘exactly’ what I had said, or admitted to. But when I saw that Rhonda was neither jealous nor upset by that statement, I let it go without saying another word.

By this time Rhonda had managed to remove the rest of her clothing. “Well, if you’re going to be a while yet…why don’t you at least come over here and start licking me?” she asked. She sat down in one of the chase lounge chairs, beckoning to me to come to her.

“Well, you two have fun,” Maggie said. “I think I’ll go see what Gladys is doing, and start getting things ready for dinner tonight.” Maggie disappeared a moment later, but by then I had my face buried between Rhonda’s legs and was perfectly content to stay there a while.

A while later Rhonda and I went down to the pool. We sat naked, side-by-side dangling our feet in the water while talking. “Rhonda, I’ve got to ask you, it’s driving me crazy.”

“What?”

“You and Trish. I guess I’m not exactly clear on your relationship with her.”

Rhonda laughed, but it eased my nervousness at least. “She works for me,” Rhonda began. “And we’re pretty good friends, have been for years. Anyway, she moved out of her old apartment when she and her boyfriend split up, I told her she could come live with me until she found a new one. Lets see, that’s been about two years now I guess.”

“So, you mean the two of you aren’t…”

“Lovers?” Rhonda burst out laughing, growing a little more serious. “No, we’re not. Just because mother’s a lesbian, doesn’t mean that either I am, or that Trish is. In fact, just so you know, neither of us has ever been with another woman before.”

“What about that, that ‘thing’ on the balcony with Maggie?” I questioned.

“Sticking my finger inside her?” Rhonda questioned incredulously. “I wouldn’t exactly call that ‘being’ with another woman now, would you?”

“I’ll tell you this much though Richard. I’ll admit to being curious about it, always have been I guess, and maybe that DOES have something to do with mom’s being a lesbian. But I think MOST women probably have thought, or wondered about it from time to time, so I wouldn’t say that I haven’t wondered or thought about it. So has Trish for that matter, and we’ve even discussed it a time or two, but usually while we were drunk, and never to the point of actually doing it, though like I said, we’ve gone so far as to flirt with one another occasionally, and have in fact masturbated ourselves in the same room together. Now….does that answer your question?”

I nodded my head yes feeling more than a bit foolish.

“Now it’s my turn to ask you a personal question,” she stated.

“Go ahead.” I’d obviously opened the door to this, and I wasn’t about to close it on her now. “Feel free to ask me anything.”

“What’s it like? Your little weekly get-together with mother, and all those other women? I think I heard mom refer to it once as their little Ya Ya Dildohood or something.”

“I’m not sure I know what you’re asking,” I said, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable and wondering just exactly how much I should really be sharing with her.

“Yes you do,” she said, obviously not about to let me get off that easy. “What’s it like being with and around all those women at once? What do you do…what do they do that you enjoy being with them so much?”

And so I finally began to tell her. I didn’t say anything about all the wild and crazy things that Maggie and I had enjoyed together. I felt that was a separate issue, and wasn’t really apart of our discussion. But I told her pretty much everything else, how it came about, and how I eventually ended up joining them, and now…what I did, what we all did since I had.

“I have to admit, I’m surprised that you and mother have even done THAT much together,” she said after I had finished telling her everything. Including answering most of her probing, intimate questions. “I’m not sure I would be comfortable having sex in front of her though, or that she would feel all that comfortable having sex, even if it was with another woman in front of me either.”

“I told her then about the “No Thank You” rule, though I thought it entirely appropriate under the circumstances that nothing would be expected or required if and when Rhonda did choose to attend one of Maggie’s Saturday morning get-togethers.

“Why did you want to know about it anyway?” I asked her.

“Just curious I guess. And now that I’ve met you, I was just wondering how I might feel about that, especially as I know that you’ll be going home tomorrow. And that next weekend you’ll all be having such naughty fun together.”

I decided not to say anything more at that point. Not sure what her statement meant, and not wanting to read anything into it, though I had gotten the feeling that Rhonda liked being with me, and that maybe, our weekend together wouldn’t be the only one either.

“Food for thought,” she said standing up suddenly. “And speaking of which, we probably should see if Maggie and mother need any help with dinner!”

We had a fabulous dinner of course and spent a great deal of time simply chatting. I found I got to know everyone a little better, including Maggie and found I’d enjoyed our simple evening together a great deal. It was late by the time we’d gotten everything cleaned up and put away. I couldn’t blame Gladys for wanting to get an early start for the trip back home either. It was a long drive anyway, plus I had a few things to do Sunday night prior to going to work in the morning.

Soon afterwards Gladys and Maggie turned in for the night. Rhonda and Trish had excused themselves even before that, though to be honest I had expected to see Rhonda at least once again before I had gone to bed. When she didn’t reappear to say “good-night” I thought it odd, but decided to head out side to the motor home and wait and see if ‘maybe’ she came out some time later.

I’d been lying in bed for about a half hour when I heard someone knock on, and then open the door. Though all the lights in the motor home were off, I had left a small table lamp on, that was in the dimmest position so that the bedroom though lit, was still dark enough that I couldn’t see clearly when Rhonda stepped into the room.

“I was hoping you hadn’t gone to sleep yet,” she said. “I wanted to spend some time with you before you went back tomorrow.”

I was delighted to see her of course, and quickly pulled the cover off, indicating for her to join me. It was then that I saw that someone else was standing behind her, as Trish stepped into the room as well. I covered myself almost immediately, confusion clearly showing on my face.

“I wanted to talk to Trish about something,” Rhonda began. “Which is one of the reasons the two of us left for a little while. Remember what we talked about out by the pool? Well, I told Trish about what we said, and particularly about how she and I have been ‘curious’ about being with another woman. And as I told you, neither one of us had ever actually done it. Anyway, to make a long story short, she and I agreed that tonight might be the perfect time to explore that possibility. Letting us to decide for ourselves one way or the other afterwards. But more importantly, having you here with us, and participate along with us, might make it that much easier for us both. That way we wouldn’t feel like we were doing something just to be doing it, especially if neither of us really enjoys it or finds it as exciting or interesting as we thought it would be. So I guess you might say, we’re wondering if you’d like to have a mini version of your little Ya Ya club with us.”

I was a little surprised of course, but immediately told them both yes. Seeing Rhonda and Trish as they stood next to one another, hands already exploring, made my mind up for me. That, and finding I already had an erection of course.

Before either one of them actually joined me in bed, Rhonda stated there was something else she needed to know too. “I need to know how I’ll feel about seeing you with another woman,” she said simply. “And I don’t mean Maggie, because I don’t have a problem with that, knowing her the way that I do. But, I’m not sure how I’ll feel seeing you with anyone else, and so I also need to know how I’ll feel about that. Since I’m fairly sure you and Trish won’t have the means to be around one another all the time, Trish seemed like a good candidate. And besides, I already know you enjoyed watching her earlier today.” It was then that the two of them came into the bed together hand in hand, joining me.

I wasn’t exactly sure what I was supposed to do here, or how things were supposed to proceed. Rhonda made that decision easy for me however by announcing that her desire, or intent rather, was to initially go down on Trish first and basically break the proverbial ice as it were. But she had also decided that if I were to either lick her pussy simultaneously, or perhaps even fuck her while she did, that it might help to not only stimulate them both, but help them ease into this unknown world a little more comfortably.

I’ll be the first to admit that I was excited as hell to be sitting there, knowing that neither Rhonda nor Trish had ever done anything like this before. Rhonda had been right about one thing, being curious about something, didn’t necessarily mean you’d like it, or even enjoy it remotely at all. In addition to that, there was also the risk that one would, and the other wouldn’t, and then what? Still, as I watched Rhonda gently lay Trish back into the bed and begin to gradually work her way down her quivering body, I found watching them was something far more sensual and erotic than I think any of us realized it would be.

Although Rhonda had asked me to pleasure her while she satisfied her curiosity with Trish, I couldn’t help but sit there beside her, doing nothing more at the moment than watching. Rhonda lovingly cupped Trish’s tender little breasts, kissing and licking each hard nipple gently and softly, truly exploring the sensation. I could see by the look on her face that she was truly taking the time to evaluate what she was feeling, enjoying, or struggling with before continuing on. Trish in turn, caressed, held, touched, stroked, and certainly allowed her own inner pleasures to come forth either in a sudden intake of breath, or a soft slowly released moan. Seeing the two of them together like this, almost made me feel like the third party that truly didn’t have any business being there. Had it not been for my arousal, and the fact that I was expected, and in a way required to participate, I would have suggested that the two of them explore this curiosity together without my being there.

Surprisingly, it was Trish that soon drew me into their pairing. Rhonda was by now tasting and licking the first pussy that she had ever truly experienced in quite this way before. She continued to caress Trish in varying ways and degrees, but was truly finding the taste of Trish’s pussy quite enjoyable, and every bit as sweet as she curiously had wondered if it would be.

“Oh Richard,” Trish had said, “Please…please, make her feel as good as she is making me feel!”

It took a minor moment of adjustment, and a slight disruption of what Rhonda had been doing to her, but I finally managed to position Rhonda over me so that she was more or less sitting on my face, while leaning over once again to pick up where she’d left off in licking and pleasuring Trish’s heated, needful sex.

It wasn’t entirely expected either, but after a time of exploration and experimentation, Trish came. She came hard, and she came freely when she did. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, perhaps surprisingly so as she screamed into the night.

After a brief period, as we all lay simply enjoying and experiencing the afterglow of Trish’s orgasm, we changed places. I again chose to remain distant, at least for the first few minutes, wanting Rhonda to experience things in the same way that Trish had. Without my involvement, without my added stimulation, even visually being apart of those first few moments together.

I knew when Rhonda bunched the sheets tightly within both of her hands as she gripped the bed, threatening to rip them, that the sensations she was feeling as Trish tenderly suckled and tickled her clit was having the desired affect that I hoped it would.

Rhonda had her eyes tightly closed, her tongue slowly passing along and licking her own lips in obvious pleasure. “Richard, come behind me now, and…fuck me,” she breathed softly into Rhonda’s cunt.

I saw Rhonda open her eyes, looking up searching me out, smiling while nodding her head in approval over Trish’s suggestion. “Yes Richard, fuck her now for me. Let me see you slide your cock inside of her, and fuck her while she’s eating me.”

I moved around the bed, positioning myself, as well as Trish so that I could indeed fill her with my cock, easily and swiftly. I had no concerns that she would not be ready for me, or that I would in fact hurt her in anyway. She was wet, very wet. And very, very ready.

“Argh!” she moaned, her face firmly implanted against Rhonda’s pussy as I slipped inside her. I buried myself fully into her, holding myself briefly before withdrawing, then easing myself a little more slowly this time, on purpose, deciding to tease her with my cock in everyway that it was imaginable for me to do so.

Rhonda had reached up to capture one of her nipples and slowly caressed it with her finger, watching us, and knowing full well that she was pleasuring me as she did. She held it, thumbed it, and then tweaked it for me, even pulling on it so that it stretched away from her breast before letting go of it, only to start touching herself for me all over again. But it was the look in her eyes that nearly made me jettison my seed. Her look was pure joy, pure ecstasy true, but more importantly, honest and complete surrender. The fact that she could do this, and do it with me watching her had to be the greatest thing I believe I have ever witnessed. She succumbed not only to the dance of Trish’s tongue on, and within her pussy, but to the beauty of my sharing this moment with her, even though my cock was firmly embedded in another woman’s cunt at the time.

“I want to see, hear, and feel you cum,” I told them both, meaning both as I said it. Trish attacked Rhonda’s clit with a renewed sense of urgency even as I thrust myself in and out of her with a slow continuous stroking that I knew was driving her nearly insane with desire.

Frankly, I was amazed at myself when I felt and saw the two of them explode simultaneously together. Perhaps the fact I didn’t join them in this climatic eruption was as it should be. But as I continued pumping myself into Trish without fear of spilling myself into her, all the while seeing Rhonda’s orgasm overwhelming her, was the second most incredible moment I’ll ever know. And throughout it all, Rhonda’s eyes remained open, searching and locked onto my own as she came for me, allowed me to see deep into her very soul.

Trish finally collapsed against Rhonda effectively disengaging my cock, which was just as well as the strain of holding back now had nearly exhausted me entirely. And as much as I wanted to cum myself, I didn’t want it to be a second-rate orgasm, somehow that didn’t fit with the sublime pleasures that we had all managed to share and enjoy with one another.

“Now,” Rhonda said, finally stirring and forcing Trish to do the same. “It’s our turn, to make you feel good.”

As I lay down upon the bed, both Rhonda as well as Trish began to lick, kiss, and touch me from the top of my head, to the tip of my toes, and back again. When at last I was beyond comprehension, and so sensitized to their touch that every caress could have brought about my orgasm without ever once having touched my penis, they then began to make love to it, together.

Two lips, exploring, fencing with one another, my penis sandwiched between them, and then as they fed me to one another, taking turns, holding me, stroking me, giving me to one another to lick, kiss or suck. Over and over their torture continued, until I was so lost in one sensation, that I knew not when it ended, and the others began.
“Cum for us Richard,” Trish urged me.

“Shoot it baby!” Rhonda added. “Cover us in your cream baby, shoot it on our faces, let us taste you, let us watch you, let us see you cum for us baby!”

And then I exploded in what was for me, perhaps the hardest, longest, most powerful eruption I had ever had. Needless to say, I came for them, in ways I don’t think either one of them could have expected or thought remotely possible.

In the morning as we prepared to leave, I couldn’t believe how hard it was for me to actually do so. Rhonda and I kissed goodbye of course, with the promise that she would soon come for a visit. And though I truly hoped for that, it was a bittersweet parting when we finally pulled out of the drive and headed on our way home. Even Maggie seemed subdued, and there was certainly none of the erotic, naughty frolicking as we sat nearly in silence the entire length of the trip back home.

As the week began, it was a hard and long one indeed. But I now at least found that I was looking forward to the following weekend even more perhaps that I had realized I would. I was anxious to see everyone again, anxious to revisit friendships, intimacy, and spend time simply touching, and being touched. Admittedly, I missed Rhonda even now; we had not spoken, not even once since I had left. And though it hadn’t been stated that I should call, or that I was expected to, I somehow felt that it wasn’t a fair assumption for me to be making. We had shared an intimate, wonderful, pleasurable experience together yes, but that’s all it had been, and ever would be for her. To expect, or want more from it wasn’t feasible, or even reasonable to assume.

When Friday night finally came, I was enjoying a nice glass of wine with Maggie as we sat in my living room talking about the next day’s festivities. And Maggie had me laughing already, which I had sorely needed as I had been melancholy most of the entire week. Shirley had already called twice, wanting to ensure that our Ya Ya group would indeed be meeting tomorrow at Maggie’s place. She had even gone so far as to say that even if it ended up being just the three of us for whatever reason, that this time she would be there “come hell or high water” as she put it. And I was especially anxious to see and be with her again too. And though it had only been two weeks since we had last all been together, it felt like a lot longer period of time. I found myself truly looking forward to this weekend.

It was the appearance of headlights pulling into the driveway that caught my initial attention. I stood up, wine in hand and wet to the window for a better look.

I didn’t recognize the car, and saw by the plates that it was a rental anyway. In the darkness I could only make out the shape of a woman stepping out of the door, dark shoulder length hair. She immediately moved to the walk, disappearing from my sight as she did. I quickly set my glass down on the table nearly spilling it and raced to the front door.

“Who is it?” I heard Maggie question from somewhere behind me.

I fumbled briefly with the door knob before correctly twisting it allowing it to open, as the door finally swung inwards, she walked to the porch, only a few short feet away from me. She wore only a coat, which I realized now she held open, revealing the fact that she was totally nude beneath it. I stood there looking at her in shock and disbelief.

“Andrea?” I said.

The other shoe had fallen.

Chapter Six

The fact that my ex-wife was standing outside my door on a Friday night was one thing. That she was also naked was something else entirely.

“Andrea, what the hell are you doing…here?” I paused, asking her simultaneously two questions.

“We need to talk,” she said simply. “You going to invite me in or not?”

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea at the moment,” I replied, remembering that Maggie was still sitting inside my living room just around the corner. I knew she would be able to hear us, and was hoping she would somehow come to my rescue.

Lights from a car appeared just down the street heading this way. Andrea turned seeing them at the same time I did, and simply shrugged out of the coat she was wearing so that it fell down around her feet on the sidewalk leaving her standing there entirely naked.

“Andrea!” I yelled at her. But she merely turned back around to face me, smiling.

I wasn’t particularly thrilled to have any of my other neighbors seeing a woman standing on my porch naked, the last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to me personally in the event that raised suspicions about all the other little activities our little group had been enjoying together. So with the approach of the car just a short distance away now, I reached out grabbing Andrea’s hand and literally pulled her in through the door. The effect of which caused her to stumble, using that as an excuse to bowl into me, forcing me in turn to wrap my arms around her to keep her from knocking us both over.

“See? That’s not so bad is it? Really?” she asked as I stood, holding her in my arms.

I quickly pushed her away though, stepping back. We’d come far enough into the small foyer that I was able to look into the living room to where Maggie had been sitting. To my surprise, she was gone!

By this time Andrea had gathered herself, brushing past me and stepped into the room. She walked over to the small love seat, sat down, leaning comfortably at an angle in the corner of it and lifted one leg onto the seat beside her. When she did, her legs spread sufficiently so that her pussy was fully exposed. Then to my added horror, she promptly began petting herself.

“It’s been a long time Richard.”

I was so stunned by what I was seeing that I merely stood with a stupefied expression on my face. Hearing my ex-wife speak brought me back to my senses to some degree.

“You said you wanted to talk,” I told her, my feet remaining glued to the same spot I had been in when she slipped past me into the living room. I made no move to go into the room and join her, continuing to stand where I was.

“Afterwards,” she said looking at me, still touching her self, and smiling that same damdable smile.

“After what?” I asked, still so stunned by her being here, and so flustered that it hadn’t registered yet what she was actually referring to.

Andrea glanced about briefly, eyeing the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. Swinging around on the couch she stood up, heading towards them. Andrea had managed to reach the stairs before it dawned on me what it was she was up to.

“Andrea!” I yelled at her. But she ignored me, continuing to climb the stairs until stopping half way up where she turned, looking towards me. Rather than speak however, all she did was use her finger, signaling me to follow in that “come hither” way she used to do whenever she wanted something.

One of the reasons I’d married Andrea was that she WAS honestly attractive. The other, she had been pretty good in bed too, though at the time I had very little experience to compare that with. When you’re thinking with your dick rather than with your head half of the time, you tend to overlook all the little annoying habits a person has. And if they’re small enough, eventually you become used to them. With Andrea however, they weren’t little, and they DID bother me. So much so that it had been one of the reasons we’d eventually grown a part in the first place.

But once again, I was thinking with my dick and not with my head. Like I said, she was attractive. Seeing her naked again after all this time had both confused and befuddled me, though I was trying desperately to think of something to either say or do before she led me into the bedroom where I was sure I would succumb to whatever plans she had for me.

Andrea waited until I had almost reached her, where she turned and fled the rest of the way up the stairs heading towards the bedroom with me in hot pursuit. I caught her just as we reached the bedroom, bursting through the door at almost the exact same moment. Maggie was lying in bed, naked, looking at us as we came charging into the room together.

“I was wondering what was taking you so long,” she said.

On the one hand, seeing Maggie in bed brought me back to my senses, on the other I was suddenly embarrassed, feeling more than just a little bit guilty as to how this might have appeared to her. And because of that, all I could think of was to introduce them, trying to buy myself a little time until I could think up something better to say.

“Uh, ummm Maggie? This is Andrea, Andrea…this is….”

“We’ve met,” Andrea stated icily looking at Maggie’s nude form, never taking her eyes away from her for even a second, actually glaring at her.

“You must have just pulled up when Richard went downstairs for more wine to freshen our drinks,” Maggie said. I realized Maggie had obviously choreographed this little charade and I began thanking her silently. Two empty wine glasses sat atop the nightstand as though we’d been sitting here drinking them. But before either Andrea or I could even respond to her, she continued. “So…is it your intention of joining us? Or did you show up at the door that way?” she questioned.

I fully expected Andrea to again bolt from the room, even taking a step sideways so that I would be out of her way when she did. Instead, Andrea actually crossed the room towards the bed climbing in, laying down next to Maggie, though she continued to glare at me having done that.

I quickly shot a look at Maggie, but if she was at all surprised by Andrea’s reaction, she never showed it. Instead, Maggie looked at me and winked. “Richard? The wine? Oh…and I guess you’d better bring up another glass,” she said effectively dismissing me.

I turned away heading out of the bedroom, fully expecting to hear the explosion before I’d even made it halfway down the stairs. But I never did. By the time I had reached the bottom I was actually wondering if I was really expected to fetch the wine, let alone another glass. I fumbled around briefly with a fresh bottle of wine, finally pulling out the cork while still waiting for some sort of explosion…anything. But all was quiet, too quiet in fact which was even more nerve-racking and had me more confused than ever. I not only didn’t know what Maggie was up to, or what she thought she was doing that would dissuade my ex-wife’s being there, but now Andrea had called Maggie’s bluff, if in fact that’s what it was. I had no desire to return to the bedroom, but found I was running out of any plausible excuse for being delayed further.

“Fuck!” I said to myself, though speaking it aloud as I snatched a clean wine glass from the cabinet. “This is insane!”

I ascended the stairs once again carrying the wine and Andrea’s wine glass, still hoping even expecting to see her come charging out of the bedroom in a blind rage. I was also trying to walk as quietly as possible, listening for any sounds of conversation that might tip me as to what to expect as I got closer and closer to the bedroom. It was actually eerie, as I heard nothing; fully expecting to at least hear their somewhat muted conversation. Nothing. When I stepped into the room, I nearly dropped the bottle of wine. Andrea was lying between Maggie’s legs, licking her pussy.

I’m sure the astonished look on my face said it all. But before I could utter a single word Maggie winked at me, mouthing the words, “Trust me”.

“Ah, Richards back with the wine,” Maggie said. “Andrea and I had a little chat while you were gone,” she began. “I told her that if she really was serious about getting back with you, that this would be one way she could show, proving it to you,” Maggie said glibly. “I told her that if you were to come back and find her doing this, that you might at least be willing to let her stay, since she was at the very least, showing you that she could handle the new life-style you’ve grown accustomed to.”

Andrea had started to rise up from between Maggie’s legs, but Maggie placed her hand on the back of her head, effectively keeping her from doing just that as she again pressed my ex-wife’s face back into her pussy.

“Oh no…not yet dear,” Maggie told her. “You’re just starting to make me feel good. And besides, I think Richard’s starting to enjoy this.”

I saw Andrea relax slightly, and then realized she was in fact licking Maggie with every intention of trying to make her feel good. To which Maggie merely smiled, motioning for me to set the wine down before I really did drop it.

“Why don’t you get undressed and come join us?” Maggie stated, still holding onto the back of my ex-wife’s head.

This time it was my turn to mouth words at her, “Are you crazy?” I asked her silently. Maggie just kept grinning at me instead of responding. Though at the moment, if anyone really was crazy, it had to be me as I stood there taking off my clothes.

I quickly finished undressing, looking towards Maggie for direction. Obviously she knew what she was doing, even if I didn’t. “Why don’t you step up behind Andrea and fuck her in the ass?” she suggested.

This time Andrea’s head came up, and no power on earth would have been able to hold it in place. “No one’s ever done that to me,” she began. Maggie interrupted before Andrea could continue on.

“Well then, its about time someone did! Richard’s very good at it,” she intimated without coming right out and saying that she and I’d done it, which we hadn’t. Once again I shot Maggie a questioning look.

“Well, ok. But not without some sort of lubrication,” Andrea expressed worriedly.

Maggie grinned at me. “But of course. You do have some lubricant don’t you Richard?” Truth was, I didn’t. Rather than answer her verbally, I shook my head ‘no’, still bewildered about where all this was actually going. I could only assume Maggie was trying her level best to intimidate my ex-wife so she would leave me alone once and for all.

“Sure you do, you do have butter don’t you?”

This time I answered, as did Andrea simultaneously. “Butter?”

“Yes. Butter.”

I was positive Andrea would bolt from the bed this time. I was in fact grinning knowingly, figuring that Maggie’s obscene suggestion would be the straw that broke the camels back. Andrea had turned her head looking back towards me, saw the grin spread across my face and took it for something else.

“Well, ok. As long as you use plenty of it,” she relented, giving in.

My expression returned to one of confusion. “Well Richard?” Maggie prompted me back into action. “Be a good boy then and go get it!”

I left the bedroom turning back to look just before doing so as Maggie coaxed Andrea back between her legs. As I descended the stairs, I was surprised to find myself sporting an erection. The thought of actually fucking my wife’s ass was ironic. I’d felt like she’d fucked me in the ass several times.

I had to admit, retrieving the butter from the refrigerator seemed like a crazy idea. No doubt Maggie was still anticipating Andrea chickening out, and thus leaving long before I got the butter anywhere’s near her ass, let alone my prick. Heading back upstairs with a cube of butter, even I didn’t think I’d actually be unwrapping it.

Andrea was still going down on Maggie when I stepped into the room. “Slick up her ass real good!” Maggie said upon seeing me enter. And apply plenty of it to yourself too!” she added.

Andrea didn’t even bother looking back towards me as I approached the bed, unwrapping the butter looking towards Maggie for some sign this wasn’t really happening. Maggie however had her eyes closed, obviously enjoying (much to my surprise) Andrea’s tongue.

I walked to the end of the bed and began smearing the butter-cube all over my ex-wife’s puckered little ass-hole. Surprisingly, she actually moaned as I did that. Next, I ran the cube of butter up and down my shaft until it was slippery sweet. I pulled Andrea up into more of a kneeling position, centered myself, and began easing my prick inside my ex-wife’s tight little ass. I still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. Not only had I never fucked Andrea like this before, I’d never fucked anyone in the ass before.

“Take your time Richard,” Maggie instructed. “Nobody’s in any kind of rush here. Just slip yourself in slowly until Andrea’s had time to accommodate you fully.”

I wasn’t really worried about hurting her, when Andrea was horny she was horny. And from what I could tell as she actually wriggled her ass back against me as I slowly began to fill her, she was about as aroused as I’d ever seen her!

Additionally, it didn’t take nearly as long to fully embed my prick inside her either. After about a good full minute, Andrea’s ass suddenly sucked the second half of my prick inside her with surprising ease. I had to wonder momentarily if she was lying about never being ass-fucked before as I soon hilted her fully, causing her to moan desirably.

“Careful honey,” Maggie warned. “No teeth. I know you were caught by surprise at how nice that feels, but I’ve grown rather fond of my clitoris, and would hate for you to bite it off while Richard here fucks that virginal ass of yours.”

“Sorry,” Andrea mouthed, still lapping Maggie’s pussy.

“Ok Richard, now ease yourself out, and then drive yourself home…hard!” she said commandingly. Which I then did.

Before she could fully prepare herself, I withdrew, slamming into her virginal ass as hard as I could. When I did, I heard Andrea’s breath completely sucked out of her.

“Again Richard!” Maggie coached from the sidelines.

Before Andrea could even recover from the first thrusting plunge, I had done so again, hearing her gasp, fearful at first I was actually hurting her until I heard the undeniable groan of pleasure, followed by a diatribe of obscenities I’d never ever heard her even utter to me before.

“Oh yes! Yes! Fuck my ass Richard! Fuck my fucking ass!” she screamed out joyfully.

Maggie slipped from beneath Andrea to sit on the bed beside her. I was delighted when she reached over and actually began playing with my ex-wife’s breasts. I doubted another woman had ever done that to her for one thing, and for another, I was already well past the point where I had previously blasted my sperm inside my ex-wife, and considering I was buggering her ass at the moment, was saying something.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!” Andrea kept saying over and over and over. The sound of Andrea’s ass slapping against me as I continued pummeling her was music to my ears. I knew how much Andrea liked being taken doggy-style anyway, but slamming my prick in and out of her ass while doing that was triggering emotions in her I’d never experienced before.

Maggie was timing Andrea’s pleasure. Aware how close she was getting, Maggie slipped her hand beneath her, splitting her pussy a part with her fingers. The moment she did, Andrea screamed. It was a sudden, unexpected primeval scream that filled the bedroom. I felt Andrea shudder almost violently, collapsing down onto the bed, forcing my prick to dislodge itself from her ass when doing so.

Maggie had stood by this time heading into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a hot wet washcloth, tossing it to me.

“You’d best wash up,” Maggie informed me. “And do a good job of it.”

It was several minutes before Andrea had collected herself to even move enough to roll over and look for me. By this time I was sitting in one of the chairs sipping my wine, still sporting a rather hard firm erection. Maggie was sitting next to me, drinking her wine as well as we both waited for Andrea to resurface from her orgasmic revelry.

Eventually Andrea sat up looking at me with a rather wide-eyed expression of wonder clearly etched within her face. “Oh Richard! That…was…nice!” she said beaming.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” I asked, handing it to her, which she immediately accepted. Glancing towards Maggie, Andrea actually appeared slightly embarrassed by her obvious wantonness. I had now seen Andrea not only go down on another woman, something she’d once told me she thought “sick and depraved” as she’d put it, to also having her ass fucked, something else she had told me long ago I should never expect from her either.

Maggie raised her wine glass up to her in a toast. “How’s it feel to be fucked in the ass?” she asked my ex-wife politely, smiling, still holding up the glass towards her.

Andrea didn’t pick up on the obvious comment, but I did. And was trying very hard to keep from laughing as Andrea turned away from Maggie, looking towards me.

“We still need to talk,” she said quietly. But it was obvious that she no longer felt like she still had the upper hand here.

“Anything you want to say, you can say in front of Maggie,” I told her. “She and I don’t keep any secrets from one another.”

I could tell Andrea wasn’t too happy to hear that, but it was also evident that Maggie wasn’t planning on going anywhere as she sat comfortably in her chair still sipping her wine.

Andrea finally seemed to accept that looking towards me with obvious resignation. “Richard…is there still room for me do you think?” she eyed Maggie upon asking that, though not glaring at her the way she had done when first encountering her in my room. Obviously, she was trying to establish herself, as the woman in my life, giving Maggie an almost victorious grin as though to say, “Ok, I gave him what he wanted, so don’t count on being around after this,” is how I took it.

I thought for a moment, sipping my wine and taking a considerable period of time in thinking about what she had just said to me. I noticed that even Maggie was gazing at me with a curious expression on her face. That was kind of fun actually, Maggie had NO idea what I was thinking about.

“Well, it’s fine with me I suppose, as long as it’s OK with Maggie and the rest of the women. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind having one more join our group, but like me, you’d have to be unanimously accepted by all of them too.”

Andrea was staring at me like I was drunk. Even Maggie’s eyes widened in surprise as I heard her giggle. Andrea’s mouth had dropped open when I said that, surprise, shock, bewilderment. Whatever it was had been more than worthwhile to see as the realization of what I meant finally sank in.

“I wasn’t talking about wanting to be a part of THAT!” Andrea said standing up. She’d turned her attention back towards Maggie, once more glaring at her. “I was referring to you and I Richard…being husband and wife again!”

“Oh Andrea!” I said feigning a lack of initial understanding, quickly setting my wine glass back down on the table, standing up, joining her. “If you want to get together once a week with us and fuck, that’s one thing. But married? No fucking way!” I said adamantly.

I had already stood away from the door by this time, so when Andrea turned, bolting for the door, I was well out of her way.

“Think she’ll be back?” I asked Maggie

“Not this time,” she responded laughing, though not so loudly that Andrea could have heard her, but the sound of the door slamming indicated she was already out of the house and hopefully out of my life forever.

Even the sound of screeching tires didn’t affect either one of us as Maggie moved back up and into the bed. “She was pretty lousy at eating pussy too,” she said purring at me. “So come Richard, show me how it should be done! On second thought, where’d you put that butter anyway?”

I laughed, crawling up into bed beside Maggie. “How was it anyway?” she asked me.

“Wasn’t anything like I remembered,” I had to admit. “Even fucking her ass wasn’t as exciting as I thought it might be. With her anyway,” I added quickly.

“Didn’t think it would be,” Maggie commented. “That’s why you needed to do that for one thing. You won’t continue to wonder about it, or remember something being like it never really was, now you’ll be able to get over her for good.”

“You knew that I’d discover that didn’t you?” Maggie’s smile confirmed it.

Maggie looked at me knowingly, shaking her head. “It was still a gamble, but yes. You needed that last ‘good-bye’ fuck to know it was really over for you.” Maggie looked at me with concern. “So, how do you feel anyway?”

“I feel better than I’ve ever felt before in all my life!” I told her truthfully.

“Good! Now, where’d you put that butter anyway?” she asked once again.

“You were serious?”

“Why not? I’ve actually wanted to try that. “And I happen to have a thing for Marlon Brando anyway,” she smiled, laughing. “To be honest with you Richard?” she began again on the previous subject, “I sort of used your ex-wife as a guinea pig to see how she’d handle it.”

I burst out laughing. “Leave it up to you to do something like that,” I stated, locating the butter.

I’d brought Maggie to the brink of orgasm a half a dozen times when she made me quit each time letting her cool down. Obviously Maggie was now in one of those special moods of hers, and I could tell she was purposely prolonging the ecstasy, which usually meant she had every intention of doing something wild and crazy. After I’d brought her to the edge yet another time, she pushed me away, forcing my prick to slip out of her ass.

“Get dressed,” she announced suddenly, “We’re going for a drive. Oh, but wear as little as possible,” she added. “Something you can slip in and out of easily.”

She informed me she was running home to change clothes too, and that I was to meet her out front by her car as soon as I’d changed. In an instant she was gone, leaving me to wonder what crazy little adventure she was dragging me into this time. Standing there with a cock slicked with butter, I could only smile with the certain knowledge that Maggie was no doubt planning something incredibly wild once again.

I wore a pair of golf shorts, no underwear of course, and a polo shirt. “Easy enough to slip in and out of,” I thought, still wondering what it was Maggie had planned for me now. By the time I reached her place, she was already sitting in her car with the motor running, waiting for me. Maggie had thrown on a simple shift, which I knew when looking at her, was all she was wearing.

“Where we going?”

“Thought we’d drop in on Shirley and surprise her,” Maggie said mischievously.

Though the idea of that sounded like fun, I couldn’t help but think there was more to this than just that. We’d be seeing Shirley in the morning when we all got together anyway, so I was a little surprised when Maggie decided to drive over and pay her a visit, basically getting a jump start on Saturday.

“Something’s up. I know you Maggie. There’s more to this than meets the eye.”

Maggie laughed. “You’re getting to know me a little too well,” she responded. “Shirley told me earlier that she would be ‘entertaining’ a friend tonight, even invited me over to join her.”

“A friend? As in another woman? Or a man?” I asked.

“Does it really matter?” she shot back at me.

As we’d taught Andrea a lesson, I had a feeling Maggie was about to teach me one. Up until now, I’d never considered the fact that Maggie had been with other men besides me. A silly notion as I now thought on it. As sensual and as attractive as she was, to think that I was exclusive to her was foolish on my part. Even so, I found that I wasn’t dealing with it very well emotionally, the old ‘double-standard’ kicking in as I found myself not wanting to share her with another man.

“Maggie, you sure this is such a good idea? She invited you after all, not me!” I’d decided that I could adjust, even accept by my way of thinking that she had other men in her life. But I also realized that I wasn’t sure I could accept my being there when she did. “Maybe she won’t appreciate your showing up at her door with me tagging along,” I added, hoping now that she’d give up this crazy idea and turn the car around.

“Don’t be silly. You know Shirley as well as I do. The two of us dropping in unannounced like this would be something she’d love to see happen. And especially if she’s as horny as I think she is. She’s been talking about Saturday all week long, which is one of the reasons I know she couldn’t wait any longer for tomorrow and invited a friend over that she’s been seeing off and on for a few months now.”

I sat in silence the remainder of the short trip until we finally reached the high-class residential neighborhood where Shirley lived. Maggie turned the car into the private lane that led up a quarter mile road to her house, cutting the headlights when she did.

“What are you doing?” I said finally breaking my self-imposed silence as we crept along in the darkness.

“Like I said, surprising her.”

As we pulled into the circular driveway in front of the house, I noticed that none of the lights were on.

“Doesn’t look like anyone’s home,” I said hopefully.

Maggie laughed in that “Ha Ha, you’re not getting out of this that easy,” way she sometimes did.

“It’s a big place. Shirley doesn’t keep all the lights on unless she’s throwing a dinner party or something. Only her live-in maid and she share the place, and the cottage where the maid lives is around back anyway. Which is also where the pool is, and where Shirley spends most of her time. If she’s anyplace, it’s out back near the pool, which is where we’re going.”

The three car garage was closed of course, so even if she was or wasn’t home, there was no way of telling from that. Maggie parked her car on the circular drive hopping out, motioning for me to follow her as she opened a side gate leading towards the rear of the house. When I did, I could see that the backyard was lit. I still couldn’t hear anything though, and felt that if Shirley was home, we’d at least be able to hear some sort of conversation, or at the very least, something else.

By the time we’d traversed the walkway leading towards the rear of the home, I had grown even more nervous and less sure that this really was a good idea. “Maggie, maybe we’d better leave,” I pressed. Maggie ignored me however, reaching the gate but standing on tiptoe to look over it without opening.

“Shhhhh!” she said, motioning me to join her. “Come over here. Look!”

I silently made my way over to stand beside her, peering over the fence though I didn’t need to stand on my toes to do so. What I saw when I did nearly took my breath away. Shirley was lying in a cushioned lounge chair naked, but that wasn’t totally unexpected. What was unexpected however was the sight of an equally naked dark copper skinned woman with short coal black hair nestled comfortably between her legs on the same lounge chair obviously going down on her. If that wasn’t surprise enough, standing next to them was a tall man who appeared to be in his late fifty’s or early sixty’s perhaps. Though he had a full head of hair, it was dark with a few streaks of silver coursing through it, giving it that Salt and Peppered look. For his age, he was obviously in great shape, even better than I was. And worse, he was standing there stroking an enormous sized prick, twice the size of mine at least, watching the two women.

“That’s Julia, Shirley’s maid,” Maggie whispered to me. “And the gentleman standing next to them masturbating is Paolo, he’s Italian and filthy rich.” Now I was more nervous and self-conscious than ever. Not only was the guy extremely attractive and well built, but he obviously had more money than I’d ever dreamed of.

“Where’s his car?” I wondered aloud. “I didn’t see one when we got here.”

“Oh…he never drives himself anyplace. Chances are he simply had his Chauffer drop him off earlier.”

“You’ve met him then obviously,” I said still whispering.

“Only once, at a dinner party. But Shirley’s told me about him of course, and I’ve been anxious to get to know him a little better myself.”

I felt a sharp pang of jealousy stab into me, once again trying desperately to get Maggie to leave before we were discovered. “Looks like they’re having enough fun without us. Maybe we should go and let them enjoy themselves without our barging in on them like this.”

Maggie answered me by reaching down and pulling the shift she was wearing up and over the top of her head. Naked, she undid the latch on the gate and casually strode into the backyard. Shirley was the first one to spot her, immediately smiling and screamed out in delight as Maggie brazenly strolled over to where the three of them were.

“Maggie! What a nice surprise. I didn’t think you were interested in coming over!”

“Didn’t say I wasn’t interested,” she began, “Just wasn’t as horny then as I am now. But Richard took care of that.”

“Richard? Why didn’t you bring him along?” Shirley said sitting up, effectively disengaging herself from Julia in the process.

“I did. He’s still standing back there behind the gate, I think he’s feeling a little bit shy at the moment.” Maggie had tossed a glancing look towards Paolo when she said that and Shirley immediately caught her meaning.

“Oh yes, well,” she said laughing. “Paolo, can you put that away for a moment?” she said teasingly. There’s someone I want you and Julia to meet.”

Julia had sat up by this time but was still continuing to caress and stroke Shirley’s thigh. She was a strikingly beautiful woman. Her darker colored skin stood out in stark contrast against the much paler coloring of Shirley’s, even with her light tan. Paolo’s natural olive colored complexion made Maggie appear almost white in comparison as she stood next to him.

“Richard?” Shirley called out to me. “Quit acting so shy and come out here and join us!”

There was no sense delaying the inevitable now. But I was damned if I was going to take off any clothes before doing so. I screwed up my courage, stepping through the gate and headed over towards them. But I still felt more than a little uncomfortable, considerably foolish as I approached.

Shirley introduced everyone, which ended with Paolo offering me his hand in greeting which I shook briefly. As we did, I couldn’t help but look down, watching his massive erection bouncing up and down simultaneously as we shook hands. The affect of which made me cut the handshake off short.

“And this is Julia,” Shirley said introducing me to the young woman. “She’s my maid, but truth is, she’s also my friend even though she works for me.” I shook Julia’s hand too, which was considerably easier for me to do, especially when she smiled back at me.

“Would you care for something to drink?” she asked.

Right now a drink sounded perfect. “Sure, yes. I’d love one,” I told her.

“What would you like?”

“Oh, anything really,” I said, nervously trying not to glance over towards Paolo as he continued to stand there with his enormous prick standing up in the air.

“Why don’t you take Richard inside to the bar and help him decide?” Shirley told her. I watched as Shirley bent over whispering something into Julia’s ear. She smiled, shook her head in the affirmative, and stood up.

“Follow me,” she said huskily, turning and headed back into the house. I found I was actually grateful to be doing so, glancing briefly once over my shoulder as Maggie moved towards the lounge chair sitting down next to where Paolo was standing. The last thing I saw before entering the house was Maggie wrapping her fist around Paolo’s dick.

Julia soon led me over to a very well stocked bar. “What can I fix you?” she asked, stepping around the back of it as she did. I glanced about for a second and spotted a bottle of Johnny Walker Black label.

“Scotch neat, please.”

Julia poured me a drink, then poured one for herself though she cut it with a little water.

“Cheer’s,” she said raising her glass to me. We both drank it in one sweet swallow. I felt the hot liquid burn all the way down my throat, but it felt good and immediately helped me to relax. Not to mention help me with putting the image of Maggie playing with Paolo’s monstrous prick out of mind.

“Another?” Julia asked, already pouring.

This one I sipped rather than consuming entirely, but as I watched Julia drain her glass, it gave me the opportunity to more fully appreciate her obvious attributes. She didn’t have breasts nearly as large as either Shirley’s or Maggie’s, but they were nice sized and perfectly proportioned. Even more noteworthy however was the large dark colored areola’s that capped each well-rounded breast. I don’t think I’d ever seen areola’s as large as hers were before, nor quite as dark either. They were lovely and immediately caused my prick to stir in appreciation of them.

“Feeling better?” she asked.

I looked up from her breasts back to her face. She was smiling; obviously she’d known I had been looking at her. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, knowing I had done a pretty piss-poor job of not purposely staring at her.

Julia reached up cupping one of her tits and fingered the nipple. “You like?” she said teasing it to hardness as I watched.

“Very much,” I said simply. “They’re beautiful.”

Julia sat her empty glass down on the bar and slid it, along with the nearly full bottle of scotch in my direction. She came back from around the backside of the bar just as I polished off the last of the fiery liquid in mine and sat it down next to hers. By that time she had reached me, and was already undoing the clasp on my shorts, unzipping my fly.

“Shirley told me to make you more at ease,” she said winking at me. “I thought the drinks might help, but I’ve always found a nice blow-job does even better.” She dropped down onto her knees and quickly drew me into her mouth. Her lips were soft, sweet, and as she knelt there on the floor sucking me, I began to grow weak-kneed, and suddenly very, very relaxed.

Obviously it wasn’t Julia’s intent to get me off. And I wasn’t anywhere’s close to doing that anyway. As nice as the drinks and blowjob had been to steady my nerves, I was still a little unsure of myself.

“Why don’t you grab the glasses and the scotch?” she stated. So I did so, barely having enough time to actually grab them from off of the bar when she reached down, firmly seizing my cock within her hand and led me back outside towards the pool.

The moment we walked through the open patio doors leading outside, I spotted the three of them together. Maggie was still sitting on the chase lounge, but she was leaning forward sucking Paolo’s cock as she did. One hand was wrapped around his massive shaft stroking it while simultaneously sucking him. The other was cupping and fondling his baseball-sized scrotum. Paolo had his hands on the back of Maggie’s head gently holding her there, and smiling broadly as her lips and mouth obviously brought a great deal of pleasure to his cock. As for Shirley, she was sitting beside Maggie, one hand reaching around to massage and caress her breast, the other, down between her legs where it was obvious that she was caressing and playing with her clit.

“Ah, I see Julia and Richard have finally come out to join us,” Shirley said turning around as we approached. Julia maintained her hold on me, leading me over to a small table where I quickly deposited the glasses and scotch. Still holding onto my cock, Julia then led me over so that I found myself standing next to Paolo. Maggie hadn’t even acknowledge my return yet, still thoroughly engrossed in knobbing Paolo’s prick, but Shirley quickly reached out and took over from Julia, sliding her mouth down over my cock as Julia reluctantly gave way.

The sounds of Maggie’s wet, sloshy sounding blowjob was for my benefit I think. She knew how that got to me, and surprisingly, it did. I actually kept my eyes open and glanced over at her as she busily sat there stroking that monster, sucking and licking it. By this time, Shirley was doing the same thing to me, making just as much noise, if not more than Maggie was. I noticed too that Paolo was looking over towards Shirley as she sat there sucking my hard, but smaller sized cock.

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