Threesome Next Door Ch. 08-14

We spent more time together with our neighbors over the weekend. Beth and I took a long run together despite the warm weather. We ended at Riverwalk in Bradenton where we took a break and had some refreshments before jogging home. Ginger had gone to her gym where she could exercise in air-conditioned comfort; I thought something got lost in the translation. Saturday night we repeated our trysts of the night before, only Beth spent the night with me, and Ginger with Doug and Jo. Sunday night I had Jo on one side as I slept and Ginger on the other.

Monday, I worked on my proposal to Tara Bennett, and also took time to call and talk to her, only to tell her I had fond memories of our times together the previous week. I did the same for Stacy, who also told me she was eager for her trip to Sarasota to visit us on Friday.

I suggested that Ginger call Blake and invite him to join us for the weekend. She did and he fell all over himself because he'd get to see her again. She told me he worried a little about meeting me, despite all the play with sexy photographs of each of us fucking other people the nights I was with Tara and Stacy, and she was with Blake. She assured him he would only be welcomed and there'd be no friction.

The rest of the week went by rapidly. One night when we were all together we talked about our weekend guests with our neighbors. We each made sure they knew they had a free rein with our guests. We'd told them about our 'neighborhood', albeit in veiled terms.

Late Friday afternoon Ginger and I drove my SUV to the airport. Stacy and Blake were arriving about thirty minutes apart from Houston and White Plains, respectively. Stacy arrived first, and I met her right outside security.

We had an epic kiss as we greeted each other. When we parted I realized that about half the airport were watching us. The women were apparently wondering what I had that attracted so much love and affection from a very hot looking twenty four year old blonde. The men were eating their hearts out.

Stacy had virtually no luggage. She had a shoulder bag that doubled as both a purse and a suitcase. The bag was slightly smaller than Denmark. She pulled her blouse down and showed me that she was already wearing her bikini. Other than some cosmetics and underwear, she pretty much had the weekend nailed.

We went to where disembarking passengers from the New York flight would appear and I introduced Stacy to Ginger. The two instantly bonded, and the awkwardness I expected on Stacy's behalf never materialized. She was very self-confident and self-assured. From what I knew from my consulting work, MBAs from top schools like Wharton were all that way.

We stood around and talked as Blake's flight landed and taxied to the gate. A few minutes later, Ginger gave a hero's welcome to the handsome man as he appeared with a small carry-on. He was reluctant to stop kissing her despite the attention of a large segment of the airport including all his fellow passengers that had to walk around them.

Ginger held onto Blake's arm, clutching it to her breasts as she brought him over to us for introductions. Blake appeared unsure how to treat me. He was not used to open relationships, especially meeting the husband of one of the women he'd seduced. I attributed the seduction to him in public; however, I believe Ginger always had the upper hand.

We got to short-term parking and Stacy and Blake made to get into the back seat, leaving the 'married couple' to ride together up front. Ginger announced that was not how we were traveling. She got in back with Blake and Stacy took the front passenger seat. By the time we paid for the parking, Ginger and Blake were making out frantically in the back seat. Stacy looked back several times, and then checked with me to see whether I was going to react. I wasn't. I would have been disappointed if Ginger hadn't immediately put the make on her guest; she liked him and was horny for some outside loving.

To Stacy's surprise and amazement, Blake got the better part of a blowjob from my wife. He kept looking at her and me expecting some kind of reaction, but nothing happened except for the front seat being voyeurs to the exhibitionists in the backseat. I adjusted my rear-view mirror, and Ginger made sure to keep the action visible in the gap between the front seats. Ginger also told her guest that he was not to cum because she wanted him on edge for the better part of the evening.

We were at the house in a little over a half-hour. We showed our guests around the place, made sure they knew the rudiments about the pool and kitchen, and then showed them to our rooms. Ginger and Blake were going to take up residence in the guest room, while Stacy and I would command the master bedroom. We flipped a coin to decide that division of space between us. Ginger mentioned in the same breath that our neighbors might join us in various ways during the evening, including in our bedrooms.

We started cocktails in bathing suits, at least until Ginger appeared in half of hers. She eliminated the bra to her bikini and only wore the bottoms. Blake and I liked that. She encouraged Stacy to join her, and she immediately whipped off the top to her bikini. My mouth started to water, and Blake could barely contain himself.

About then, Beth appeared similarly dressed or undressed depending on your point of view. I got a very loving kiss from her and made sure to feel her breasts in a sexy way right in front of our guests so they knew without a doubt that we were intimate.

Doug appeared carrying some dishes for dinner. Ginger welcomed him in a similar way, encouraging him to fondle and finger her as they made out. Jo appeared last with a tray of hors d'oeuvres, and she and I went through the welcoming dance again.

Stacy observed out loud with a chuckle, "You apparently know your neighbors really well."

Ginger spoke before I could, "We do. We both have open marriages, and so being next door to each other has been a boon to our inter-relationships."

Blake watched and listened to all of us as though he were sitting mid-court at a professional tennis match. His head jerked from player to player as he absorbed everything being said and the sexual implications.

I added to Ginger's comment, "There's no pressure, but you and Blake are both welcome to create whatever level of relationship with them that you want. We're not exclusive or possessive, and we don't get jealous."

Blake finally spoke, "So, you didn't get jealous when Ginger sent you the cellphone photographs we took of each other two weeks ago?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Not a bit. Heck one night I was with a really hot woman slightly older, and the next night her daughter joined us." I purposely didn't reference Tara or Stacy.

Stacy grinned proudly, puffed out her chest, and added, "That'd be me! The hot older woman is my mother."

Suddenly, to my surprise Ethan walked from the house onto the patio. "Hello, Everyone. I heard there was a weekend party here, so I thought I'd invite myself."

There was a flurry of hugs and kisses again, and then introductions. After the arrival hubbub died down I asked him, "Where's Ellie?"

Ethan grinned. "You won't believe it. We created our own open relationship just the way you and mom did. Well, Ellie had this guy she's been interested in for all of last year, so she flirted with him and he asked her out this weekend. She took it up a level and suggested that the two of them rent a cabin on the lake near the campus and spend the weekend in it. She said he got that deer in the headlights look, and then agreed. So, Ellie probably has Justine's junk in her possession about now. He'll be drained dry by tomorrow morning, let alone Sunday midday when they have to checkout."

I posed, "And you're okay with that?"

"No jealousy, just like you and mom. I feel a little squeamish and worry a little that I'll lose her, but she assured me that she has no plans for anything other than a sex-filled friends-with-benefits weekend with the guy. She specifically said that the big attraction for staying with me, besides all my great characteristics, is that she can come here and be part of the whole sexy social scene with all of you and even more specifically, be with you dad."

I heard Blake behind me whispering to Ginger, "Has your husband been with this Ellie person?"

My wife chuckled, "He has. Ellie has been with all of us – men and women." Ginger gestured around the patio. Stacy paid careful attention to the interchange.

We grilled steak and salmon for dinner, and ate at our patio tables. Over dinner there was much conversation about the background of our new guests. Stacy went into some detail about the Internet business that she and some of her cohorts from the MBA program she'd finished hoped to start. I noticed Doug listening carefully, digesting the idea, and also frowning. I thought that he might know something Stacy didn't.

We paired up after dinner for a romantic swim. Ethan struck gold with Beth, and the two of them started to make out even before getting in the pool. Doug stuck with Jo for the time being, Stacy was with me, and Ginger started to attack Blake again. Within a few minutes of our contact with the water, the swimsuits started to appear as lumpy wet masses on the side of the pool as one after another of us went nude.

The sky was nearly dark when I set Stacy on the side of the pool and started to eat her pussy. The presence of the others didn't appear to bother her in the least. What did bother her was that she had this hair trigger on her orgasms and they started almost immediately as I got sexual with her. From my point of view, it was very gratifying; in less than ten minutes she'd had four solid, mind-bending orgasms.

I ministered to Stacy for another ten minutes with similar results and then we traded positions, and she started to blow me. Blake was a few feet away as Ginger worked on his shaft. Ethan ate out Beth on my other side; my son knew what the fuck he was doing. Doug and Jo were already fucking on one of the chaises only ten feet away from us.

Stacy said, "This is my first orgy. I like it. I like your friends and neighbors."

I admonished, "You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. We take 'Stop' and 'No' very seriously."

She giggled, "It's unlikely I'll say either of those words."

I took Stacy to one of the chaises and we mated. This was why she'd flown in from Texas. She wanted me to fuck her – to make love to her. She told me later it was a huge bonus that the others were all around us starting to do the same things but also watching her. She never expected to see my wife Ginger getting her pussy reamed by her boyfriend.

Through judicious use of cock and fingers I brought Stacy to several more orgasms. She had a couple of delirious moments when I had to pause and care for her as she floated back to earth from her euphoria.

Eventually, we came together in a further frenzy of passion and love. I confess to losing touch with everything else going on elsewhere on the patio. My own rapture passed and I looked around.

Ginger was coaching Blake in how to cleanup her sodden pussy – a mess that he had created in his own lust over her body and the sex they were having.

To show him up I went down on Stacy, and then we snowballed my cum and her girl juice until all we were doing was French kissing. I noticed Ethan going down on Beth as well. Blake had a lot of peer pressure to perform well.

As we lay there cuddling, Ethan and Beth came and joined us sitting on the edge of our chaise. Ethan said, "Want some company ... and maybe some alternatives?"

I looked at Stacy. She understood exactly what was being proposed. After thinking for about ten seconds she nodded. "Do I have to do anything special?"

Ethan held out his hand and with slight hyperbole, "Not on my account. Let me show you the wonderful chaise I discovered right over there." He led Stacy ten feet away to where he'd fucked Beth only minutes earlier. I was miffed because he'd already recovered. What a difference twenty years make.

Beth and I made out. She told me it was fine if I wanted to 'keep my powder dry' for a further interaction with Stacy later when we went to bed. I thanked her and promised something special for her for another day.

I saw Ginger orchestrate a swap with Doug and Jo. Blake and Jo started to make out, as Doug slid his cock right into my wife. She was in ecstasy over the mating. Jo seemed very happy, too. Blake looked as though he'd stepped out of a spaceship on some other planet where wanton sex was the norm.

Doug suggested the two men take turns DPing each of the women. Ginger and Jo were definitely interested. Ginger went first, and soon had Doug in her ass and Blake in her pussy as they toyed with her.

Beth urged me to join the fray, and so I did, and we made Ginger 'airtight'. I saw Beth take a picture with my cellphone. I knew that'd be worth seeing later. After playing like that, we did Jo, and then Beth. Blake declared he'd never been in such a 'heavy' sexual situation in his life, and not even in his fantasies.

Ginger told him he needed better fantasies.

Stacy and Ethan came over to the show that we were all putting on. She went next, becoming airtight with Doug in her ass, Blake in her pussy and Ethan in her mouth. Ginger had taken over stroking me and whispering lewd comments to me about feeling three cocks simultaneously in her body.

Gradually, Doug extracted and left Blake and Stacy fucking on the chaise as we watched. Doug went back to Ginger. I started to fuck Jo on a chaise, and Ethan was with Beth again. A few minutes later there were some rotations and swaps. We made sure that every man fucked Stacy and had her pussy eaten by every woman, and that Blake fucked every woman.

We tucked it all in about one o'clock in the morning. Stacy was a sodden mess, and I took her in the pool and we cleaned up and cooled down. I made love to her one more time and then we went inside to go to bed. She was asleep in my arms almost immediately.

I woke up without opening my eyes. I became aware of the world around me using all my other senses. I knew I was being studied. I opened my eyes and Stacy was snuggled against me but watching my face. She brought one hand up and stroked my cheek as she leaned in and kissed me.

Stacy crooned, "I love you. I'm not trying to steal you away from Ginger or Beth or Jo or anybody else. I just want you to know how I feel. I love you. You don't have to love me back or anything. I just feel so close to you ... and Ginger and everybody, too."

I cautiously said, "I am learning that we can all love more than one person at a time. We are conditioned to only love one other person, but the reality of the situation is that there's no reason to accept that limitation. Accordingly, Stacy, I love you."

We kissed and then we made love. I was surprised by how recovered I felt after only six hours of sleep. Stacy had also recovered and in the time we teased and loved must have cum a dozen times. She was noisy, too, especially on each of the many orgasms she experienced. I hoped we hadn't awoken Ginger and Blake, but then I heard Ginger's moan from the other bedroom. I smiled and so did Stacy.

Eventually, we got up. We found Ethan and Beth on the inflatable mattress we'd had for ages blown up on the living room floor. They were still connected from their morning tryst.

Stacy helped me start breakfast for everybody. She was nude and I found that a tad distracting. Doug and Jo showed up and we did another communal meal. Doug announced that he had rented a pontoon boat for all of us to have an adventure for the day. His suggestion was that we all get the boat and motor down the Intercostal Waterway to Sarasota, dock and have lunch at O'Leary's Tiki Bar, listen to some of the steel drum music that was being performed there that afternoon, and then motor home. We did just that.

The girls bikinied up and allowed the men to rub them all over with the excuse of sunscreen being applied. The trip from Anna Maria Island where we rented the boat to Sarasota took about two hours at the speed we used. We poked along and enjoyed some morning Mimosas and Bloody Mary's. Doug stuck with diet coke.

We got back from our travel adventure about four o'clock. We were all hot and sweaty, so skinny-dipped in the pool. The skinny-dip provoked a lot of sexual interest in everyone so we moved the party into our living room.

I nudged Stacy towards Doug, who'd been our captain for the day. She went over and just started to blow his cock. He was no dummy. He responded with all he had to the hot blonde, and soon had her peeling herself off the ceiling from her endless parade of hard orgasms.

Jo and I coupled. Blake and Beth were together. Ethan and Ginger started to make out and then make love. No one said anything about the incest, but I did see Stacy's eyebrows raise at the behavior. She even grinned. After all, she had also participated in similar activities with her mother, and I suspected I only knew part of the story so far.

We had lots of leftovers from our cookout the night before, plus we ordered three large pizzas. Ginger and Stacy went to the door naked when the delivery guy arrived. They didn't blink an eye, but took the pizza I'd paid for over the phone when I ordered, and tipped him. Stacy said he walked away in a daze.

We sat around being naked and romantic after dinner. We all made love again. Stacy asked that two of us double fuck her vagina. She'd seen a porn movie where that had been done and wanted to feel it. Blake and I provided that service to her. We also did some rapid rotations through all of the women; each man would pump ten times inside her, and then move on to the next willing female and repeat. Stacy kept having orgasms and about detonated like an A-bomb she was so vocal and explosive in her passion. We slowed down, afraid that she'd hurt herself in some way due to too much pleasure.

We were tired and lazy from our boat trip, so were in bed asleep before midnight. Stacy's last words to me were, "I love you." I replied in kind.

Sunday we lazed around the house and talked. I learned more about Tara and Stacy from the latter. Tara had married shortly after college, and they had Stacy a couple of years later. Things went exceptionally well with Tara's career. She seemed to be in the right place at the right time as she moved from one company to another, leaping up the food chain each time.

Tara had been at the post at Mantra Electronics in Houston for eight years. She'd been brought in as the Number 2 in Marketing, but quickly became the point person in that group, and now in the entire company. Her decisions were faultless and based on logic, data, and common sense. Even the acquisition I'd been helping with had been her idea as a way to diversify further out of their ties to the oil industry.

Stacy became as hard an achiever as her mother even as a pre-teen, and the two of them rapidly eclipsed Tara's husband. His ego couldn't take the hit of two brilliant, smart, high achieving women in the family, so he left. Tara went back to her maiden name, and looked for men who wouldn't be intimidated by her. Stacy said, "So far she hasn't found any body except you, and damn, you're taken."

Stacy became her mother's best friend rather than her daughter, and the two started sharing everything. I was the first male they'd shared, but they'd talked about the fantasy.

Stacy also told me that she and her mother had had sex together numerous times. Neither felt they were a 'good' lesbian, but they learned how to pleasure each other. Stacy had always been highly orgasmic. In high school and college she'd often scared the boys she dated. She too had been on a search for a man that didn't shy away from her and her orgasmic ways, plus she wanted someone that challenged her and was her equal.