Threesome Next Door Ch. 01-07

I promised that I would and that she'd always be my leading lady. We changed positions a couple of more times. I went down her some more, and she went down on me. We fucked ourselves into oblivions and proceeded to sleep in the wet spot.

Late morning the next day, I again ran into Beth, but this time we were both just coming out to our street to start running. I asked her how far she was going, and she suggested five miles. I told her that was good, and I could show her some scenic spots where the sunsets were especially nice. We took off at a slow trot, and then picked up the pace.

We didn't talk much except where I showed her a couple of overlooks for the bay and the Intercoastal Waterway, as well as the Skyway Bridge. We were back at our homes in forty minutes. Unless she was holding back, I thought we were evenly matched runners.

I reminded her that we'd see them in a few hours, and emphasized that they didn't have to bring anything except themselves. I suggested swimming attire, since swims at that time of the day are especially nice on a warm day. I also suggested that the three of them just come directly to the back yard and our patio, where the focus of our gathering would be.

Ginger and I were messing around with the table setting when Doug, Beth, and Jo arrived by way of the gap in the hedgerow separating our homes. Jo presented Ginger with a bouquet of flowers as they met for the first time, doing the whole self-introduction thing.

We'd opted to keep things simple with some steaks and chicken, both things I was adept at cooking on the grill without drying them out to the point of desertification. Things turned out well. We'd also had a copious supply of good wine, dip and chips, and a few other hors d'oeuvres.

We all took a swim while the grill warmed up, and then went back to sitting around in the shade of a palm grove on my property as I worked at the nearby grill.

We sat at my long picnic table and enjoyed the meal. It was campy and appropriate for a casual outing on a warm day.

Ginger asked permission to ask them more about their unusual relationship. Jo said, "Of course. We don't have secrets from our friends."

She asked, "I'm curious how your threesome works? I'm not even sure what questions to ask beyond that."

Doug and I laughed. I wasn't sure but what Ginger was thinking something sexual, but that would have been a bit out of character for her.

Beth was the more outgoing of the threesome. She spoke first, "Well, we're just like you – a couple, except there are three of us. We shop, cook, do laundry, have minor tiffs and miffs, and everything just as I'm sure you do."

Jo stepped in, "We are a triad, not a vee. That's threesome or polyamory vocabulary. In a 'V' relationship, one of us might have a relationship with each of the others, but the two others don't have a relationship, or much of one, between them. That might show up more regarding having sex or being intimate.

"In a triad, we each have a deep and loving relationship with the other two. When you add us all together we're a big loving bunch and it doesn't matter which two or three of us you have, you always have an 'us' that's in love with the others."

Doug added, "That said, we're also in an open marriage."

I pondered, "Well, you'd have to be to have a triad, right?"

Doug shook his head, "No, you could cut things off at the three of us, and we'd each agree to not go further with anybody else."

Beth said, "I was the one that kind of started that. We'd all gotten together and become a triad, but I also had some friends I liked on the outside that I didn't want to cut my ties with. We all talked about it, and decided to open up all the 'vertices' of our triad – make each one of us able to have friends with benefits, so to speak. That made it easy for me."

Beth went on, "One male friend and I had been fuck buddies for years. We actually kind of loved each other but not enough to go further with each other. When I'd see him to keep up our relationship no one in our triad got their nose out of joint, and I was able to maintain an intimate bond with him. Unfortunately, Brad got transferred out of state by his company." She gestured at Doug.

Doug said, "I also have a friend outside our triad, although we don't see each other too often. She's in an open marriage, too."

Ginger said, "You mentioned polyamory earlier. Explain?"

Jo took the question, "Poly means many, and amory is the Latin root for love – amor. Thus having many loves. It's becoming a pretty frequently used terms for relationships such as ours, and even when there are some others attached to the corners as we just mentioned."

Ginger persisted, "Why call it a marriage them? Why not just be a group of people – men and women – hanging out together with benefits?"

Doug said, "I think it speaks to the level of commitment we made to each other and the emotions we feel versus the same with any others. Besides the openness and guarantee of acceptance regardless of what we do, by our 'marriage' we also communicate the level of our love to our two partners. We've had some crazy disagreements that might rip apart a more casual relationship or triad, but we are pledged to work them out and fight for the threesome, not for winning. I don't feel I have to win in an argument. I want to be sure whatever we decide on is a win-win-win for the three of us. Things in that regard are more complex by an order of magnitude.

"Further, we want children soon. I expect to be the father, but there'll be two mothers. At least the kids will have a legal platform so the kids have some respectability, particularly when they start and go through school. Yes, they'll be different because they have two mothers, but they'll also have a dad and a stable home life.

"Lastly, we formalized our marriage legally. If anything happens to any one of us, the others have survivor benefits, insurance, and legal standing because of our contract. That provides a level of security that's usually only available to a couple, but we have it in our threesome."

I spoke, "I am very impressed at how well thought out you've made your triad. I congratulate you."

Doug got serious, "It's been an uphill fight, even for us to stay together. I mentioned the problems we'd faced where we used to live on the other side of the city. That was in a different county, too. Several of our neighbors went to the police and wanted us arrested."

Ginny and I nearly spoke in unison, "On what grounds?" We were both stupefied.

"One was committing adultery. Another was as sex predators or something like that – one couple thought we should be listed as sex offenders and put on the National Register. Of course, there were charges of bigamy, but we've never held ourselves out to any government agency as anything other than a couple with a female friend that lives with us. Oh, yes, that led to trying to get us on running a rooming house and failing to pay city and state taxes, and so on. The list seemed endless, and almost every day there was something."

Jo said evenly, "They painted nasty words on the side of our house and sent us hate mail. We routinely got lectures from them about breaking God's commandments and the tenets as handed down in the Scriptures. Their talking was lost on us; none of us are particularly religious. At best, I guess you could call each of us an agnostic."

Beth said, "They found out where we worked and called our companies and told them how awful we were. My landlord laughed at them. At least he thinks we walk on water."

Doug smirked, "The university told them they'd take it under advisement, and then told me about it. They asked whether I was preaching anything about my lifestyle to my students. I told them 'No' and that was the end of that. All I teach is about circuit theory, networks, and electromagnetic field theory. We get into lasers and some other techy stuff, but that's all I ever talk about."

Jo laughed, "He's that way at home, too. Got any computers that need fixing, call Doug!" Beth also laughed and I could see the good-natured teasing of their husband.

That reminded me, "Oh, what do we call you – husband, wife one, wife two? Are you co-wives, two couples, three couples with some overlap, or what?"

They all laughed, "Any of those will do. We know what you mean."

Jo got up and went and hugged Ginger and then came to me and hugged me. "Thank you for your reaction. I could tell just a minute ago that you were horrified by what we went through." She was on the verge of tears recalling the hate mongering aimed at them.

"I am horrified. How can people be so unforgiving and intolerant?"

We all shook our heads. I resisted going on one of my rants, but I think the others could tell I was holding back. Ginger especially knew I could go off on the government and evangelicals, and their inter-relationship, at the drop of a hat. She agreed with me, but usually tried to keep the peace.

A few days went by after our cookout and dinner on our patio. I also kept peeking at their backyard around bedtime, but hadn't seen any further Jacuzzi parties by the three of our new neighbors. I saw Beth running one day when I was driving into town on an errand; I just tooted the car horn and waved. She waved back.

Ginger and I both had our heads down from dawn till dusk for three days honoring some of the promises we'd made to our clients the week before: brief analyses, comparison charts, articles we wanted to share, and so on. By Wednesday at dinner we had caught up with all but the longer-term deliverables we owed them. We each talked to them on the phone and made sure they were surviving without us. They'd see us the following week in any case.

Wednesday night Gin and I went skinny dipping in the pool as we were prone to do. I secretly wondered whether any of our new neighbors were up in their master bedroom staring down at us as we floated around in the pool. We'd drift together frequently and kiss or make out, and then just let the currents of the pool jets carry us around as we floated.

Ginger and I cuddled up on one of our large chaises as the evening breeze circulated around us. We were both in a romantic mood.

Gin gestured next door and suddenly asked, "Could you live like that?" There was no prior reference to our neighbors, but we both knew exactly what was being talked about.

I chuckled, "That's a definite maybe. I'm not sure whether I'm good at sharing or not, especially when it comes to you." I went on, "Of course, I'm a horny guy most of the time, and so the idea of two or more women in my home desiring most of the time, intense, and wonderful sex has great appeal."

Gin poked me, "'Most of the time', try 'All the time'. One of the reasons we get along so well is that our libidos are pretty well matched. I love to fuck about as frequently as you do."

She posed, "What if I were in a relationship with another woman? Would you object to sharing me with another woman? You could even watch us have sex, and then maybe join in."

My penis jerked to attention on that remark, and I thought I was already hard from our petting. Gin took hold of me and rubbed my cock around her sex as she held her legs apart.

I calmly said, "I think I could easily accommodate that scenario on a regular basis."

Gin teased, "So, it's just me having another cock in my pussy that bothers you?" She paused and then added, "But think about it for a second. Imagine you have a sexy dark haired girl that you've just thrust this wonderful hard cock into and she's moaning with satisfaction at the stimulation you're providing. You look at me, and see a nice big cock attached to a handsome stud rubbing up and down my slit, and then watch as just the end – the glans – sinks into me. Bit by bit, the man pushes in and then pulls out until we are grinding together and he's all the way in."

I felt myself highly aroused at her little scenario. I teased back, "Tell that other girl to come and sit on my face so I can eat her with you fucking that guy."

Ginger laughed and we started to make love in earnest.

We invited our neighbors for another cookout only on Saturday evening instead of Sunday. Again we specified bathing suits. There was enthusiastic acceptance of our offer and the promise of an invitation from them in the near future. Their home was getting organized.

Jo insisted on contributing to the food, explaining that their kitchen was now operating and fully stocked. She brought potato salad and three-bean salad to our small party. Doug brought another bouquet of flowers but got down on one knee to present to Ginger as an offering to the prettiest and nicest women he'd ever met, except, of course, for Jo and Beth. He then put his face down to the ground and kissed the top of her nearest foot.

As he rose, Ginger gave him a serious kiss on the lips. The way she did it made me chuckle at her audacity in meeting his, and also gave me a subtle jolt of arousal deep in my groin. My God, I realized, I liked watching them kiss.

Dinner turned out to a lively and humorous discussion of all the other neighbors we knew about. It became a 'Who Was Who' within about a quarter-mile of our house. Since we were in Florida, about half the neighborhood didn't show up as residents until November or December, they disappeared for Christmas week, and then were gone for the summer a week after Easter or Passover. Nonetheless, I'd met many of them, especially since I was a runner and often jogged past their house when they were tending to their lawns or yard. Ginger hadn't met many of them, so I kind of commanded the stage and responded to questions.

Jo floated the idea of some kind of winter potluck neighborhood dinner and we all agreed we might enjoy something like that in a few months. I had evaluated each of the people I'd met as to their tolerance for the threesome, and found none of them wanting, but that was only a guess in many cases.

We were all drinking wine since none of us expected to drive anywhere. I noticed a slight giddiness among the women as dinner progressed and the sunset. Doug had asked me about best routes to and from the Interstate, and I was explaining a few to him. The women were at the other end of the table talking about other subjects.

Suddenly, I heard Beth giggle. She said to Ginger, "I saw Steve and you making love on your patio three nights ago and then again last night." [Giggle] You guys made me so horny I had to go attack someone in my own bed."

Ginger blushed, "Oh, dear. I looked and everything was so dark and quiet. I didn't think anybody was looking."

Jo chuckled, "Beth had us all looking last night. Doug was doing me as we watched you, and I was doing things to Beth."

Gin grinned, "That's so hot to think about. Us old folks actually inspired somebody to do something sexual."

Jo giggled, "It doesn't take much in our household ... and please don't stop. Further, you're not old. I'll look forward to it from now on."

Ginger leaned forward in a conspiratorial way, "Steve also caught you guys naked and making out in the Jacuzzi, but we couldn't see much. I peeked, too. I don't think we've seen you out there for over a week."

Beth shook her head; "We've been focused with those activities in doors the past week. We'll be sure to head out there later, and we'll leave some of the lights on so you can see us better."

Doug and I had both stopped talking and devoted our attention to the more interesting conversation that the women were having.

Ginger asked, "Since we're on the topic – kind of – I'm curious how the three of you make love. I have the couple stuff down pretty well, but ... well, does someone sit it out or just watch or what?"

Jo and Beth giggled. Beth said, "If we aren't in a panic for our orgasms all three of us can do it at the same time. We have Doug lie down and one of us mounts his handsome cock as the other of us lowers her ... pussy ... to his mouth. He's very talented in delivering oral orgasms."

Jo added, "And sometimes one of us will just watch until it's her turn, at least with the cock. We also have some sex toys that we can play with to pass the time."

Gin chuckled, "Does Doug watch the two of you after he's finished?"

Jo gave a slightly inebriated giggle, "Sometimes it's after he's cum in one of us, but not always. Beth and I use our playing together to cleanup or to entice him into bed with us sometimes. God, he gets so hard watching us."

Gin asked, "Do you have rules about it always being three of you if you're all home together?"

Beth responded, "Oh, no. We're more spontaneous than that. Two of us making love – fucking – is just fine. We don't keep score. We're all pretty horny all the time, plus Doug is still young enough that he can have sex a half-dozen times a day."

"Everyday?" Gin asked in an amazed tone.

Beth giggled and shot a sideways glance at Doug, "Yes, everyday."

Doug rolled his eyes. "Hey, I'm sitting here at the same table remember?"

Jo leaned over and kissed him, "Yes, you are, and that fact is making all of us horny."

Gin raised her hand and added, "Even me!"

Now, that was a surprise. She didn't explain the scope of her interest, but I felt certain that Doug and not just me were included in that circle of interest.

Jo pulled Doug up from the table. "Come on guys, let's go home. We have a command performance to put on in twenty minutes." She glanced at us and then at our upstairs window that overlooked their Jacuzzi and part of their patio. The threesome gave us rather hot goodbye kisses depending on sex, gathered their bowls and plates, and headed through the break in the shrubbery.

Ginger moved around the table and sat in my lap. She planted a very passionate kiss on my lips. Even through her bathing suit and mine, I could feel she was sexually wet and aroused. "Come on, let's finish locking up. I want to be at our bedroom window in twenty minutes to see what they do."

Ginger and I were nude, horny, and backlit by the lights in our bathroom as we clustered at the window looking down on Doug, Jo, and Beth's back yard, pool, patio, and Jacuzzi. Some lights were turned on, making it possible to see detail without the place looking like a nighttime football game.

Doug appeared, naked, and with what turned out to be three sleeping bags that he'd unzipped and laid out on the ground atop each other, creating a kind of outdoor bed. He mooned us intentionally and even gave us a little wave before going back in the house.

We had opened the window to see whether we'd hear anything. I heard some soft dreamy music start up at low volume, and then Beth and Jo appeared. They were holding hands and naked. The both got onto the makeshift bed and rolled into each other's arms, passionately kissing.

I'd watched and become of fan of lesbian porn, so I'd seen videos of two women making love, but seeing it for real only about thirty or forty feet away made the spectacle much hotter. I could feel my erection responding, and then Ginger took hold of me and started to slowly pump my cock back and forth next to her.

Jo and Beth moved into a sixty-nine, and we could hear each of them moaning as they started to make love with their tongues to each other's pussies. Doug appeared and stood next to their 'bed' stroking his hard cock. I gathered from his arousal that he had the same response to watching them that I did.

After a few minutes, the women separated and went back to kissing. Doug knelt on the 'bed' nearest Beth, and she spread her legs and invited him to eat her pussy. He did just that, diving into her muff and bringing her to another orgasm in only a few minutes. One of his hands sought out Jo's pussy at the same time, and he had fingers in her cunt pumping away as she watched the pair and kissed Beth.