Threesome Next Door Ch. 08-14

Ginger had been home for a day and looked extremely sheepish when I came in the door. I finally confronted her after I changed my clothes and sensed her mood. "All right. What's wrong?"

Ginger blushed, "I got busted. Blake and I got busted by the cops for having sex in public. It was both our idea, so there's no one to blame."

I laughed, "You what? Tell me what happened."

Ginger could see she wasn't going to get much sympathy from me. She went on, "Blake took me to a free concert at some amusement part in Rye, New York. The place had a big beach and swimming area. Well, we walked way down the beach away from where all the people were listening to the rock music. We even saw another couple fucking on the sand. We went past them a little more and then we got into it, too. I pulled my dress top down and my skirt up, and Blake went to town on me. I knew I'd be all wet and leaky afterwards, but that's part of the fun of illicit sex. Well, Blake had just cum inside me when we heard a loud 'Ahem' about twenty feet from us. The headlights of some beach vehicle suddenly shone on us. There were two Westchester County cops watching us. They were laughing, but they had to write down all our information from our licenses. They made sure that nothing was amiss and that there was no rape taking place, and they moved on. They busted the other couple we'd seen, too. They were much younger."

"Duh," I teased. "Of course they were younger. Why you'd never find two forty-plus-year-olds fucking on the beach at a rock concert?" I broke up into uncontrollable laughter and that did not endear me to Ginger. I had tears rolling down my cheeks I was laughing so hard. At least she saw the humor in the situation the way I did.

We had welcome home sex and then went out to a late dinner. Beth had worked late, too, and came with us. After she heard Ginger's story she also had tears running down her face she was laughing so hard.

I cuddled Ginger after we made love again and we slept as I spooned in behind her naked body. The rest of the weekend was quiet, and I resisted the urge to do any work. We did prepare the guest room for Stacy's arrival. She planned to drive with a carload of her possessions leaving Houston the following Thursday morning. She'd arrive Friday afternoon after staying over Thursday night near Tallahassee.

Ginger and I again had a long discussion about Stacy and the dynamic the three of us might attain. We often referenced the threesome next door, Doug, Beth, and Jo, as we speculated about how we'd settle out with a new female in the house. We knew this was an experiment and looked forward to it.

Jo came over and we engaged her in a long discussion about what her marriage with Doug had been like after they invited Beth to join them and she moved in. To our surprise, she said, "We're still in our shakeout phase. Living in the house next door to you is the first time we've actually lived together. All the other times it was Beth visiting and staying overnight. She didn't live with us. Now, she does. It's different."

"What are your friction points?" Ginger asked.

Jo laughed, "Mostly meaningless shit. You didn't empty the dryer. You left your dishes in the sink. Whose half-glass of milk is still in the refrigerator? You ate my leftovers. They're petty, but I was used to them with Doug, and now there's also someone else."

I asked, "About sex?"

"Amazingly, not so much. I never mind Beth and Doug getting it on. They're both very inclusive of me, so I rarely feel left out. When I do it's often because I'm feeling down on myself for some other reason or it's that time of the month. Sex is not the issue. Hell, sex is one of the main reasons we love living together." She laughed.

Jo thought and added, "Look, having Stacy move in will not be all peaches and cream. You'll have arguments, spats, tiffs, and even get rip-roaring angry at each other. Agree to a time out and go get over it. Some of the best sex we've had has been after one of our screaming matches at each other that I also hope you don't hear."

"We don't," I assured her.

Jo went on, "Despite my sounding down on our living together, we love each other. You've been married a long time. You know that it's not all smooth sailing. You get pissed off at each other; you do dumb things or say dumb things, BUT in the end you still love each other. Marriage or living as we do is an exercise in patience, forgiveness, tolerance, and a struggle for understanding.

"I've never understood any other woman as I do Beth and she says the same thing about me. We love each other as best friends and as lovers. I bet you'll end up the same way with Stacy despite the age difference."

Stacy pulled into the driveway at five o'clock on Friday. She had that spaced-out look in her eyes everyone gets when you've been driving all-day for two days in a row. Further, she said she felt hot and sticky. I aimed her at the pool and suggested that she didn't need a bathing suit. I had an ulterior motive. Stacy stripped off her clothing in the living room as Ginger and I watched, came and kissed both of us, and then went and while laughing fell backwards into the pool.

I awarded her a glass of wine as she clamored out of the pool after a few laps and just some simple floating on her back as I watched her a got a hard-on. She was gorgeous and both Ginger and I commented about how pleased we were to have a 'thing' of beauty like her grace our lives for a while.

I gave Stacy one of my t-shirts to put on and she did. Wearing that one item of clothing and some flip-flops we helped her empty her car. Ginger helped her put stuff away and hang clothes in the closet without much regard to organization. I almost felt as though Jillian was moving back home. The two girls were close in age, at least relative to Ginger or me.

We reached a good stopping point and I suggested we go out for dinner. Stacy dressed in a minimum of clothes the way Ginger was, and we headed out to Anna Maria Island. We showed Stacy the main drag and pointed out some of our usual haunts, and ended up at seafood joint called the Oyster Shack.

We walked around AMI a little after dinner, poking into this or that souvenir shop. Stacy bought her mother a t-shirt with the island name on it and a groovy palm tree. I tended to avoid the inside of the stores.

Although it was a short ride home, Stacy fell asleep in the backseat with her head lolling off to one side and her adorable little mouth slightly open. I parked and carried her inside without her waking up. I nestled her into our bed, right where I hoped she'd sleep from now on. Ginger took her flip-flops, and we covered her with a sheet.

Ginger and I kind of laughed after we got back to the living room. She said, "So much for the bundle of passion and unbridled sex that we expected to have tonight."

I laughed, too. "She's beat from two long days on the road. She said she didn't sleep well at the motel last night either and she's been hyped up all week about her move. How about you and I create that bundle of passion and unbridled sex?"

"Ooooh, I like the way you think."

Ginger and I made love in our living room and then naked we slipped into bed on either side of Stacy who was still out cold.

I woke feeling some kind of bug on my lip and maybe my cheek. I kind of brushed it away but it came back. When I opened my eyes Stacy was there. She'd been running her left breast and nipple around my lips and cheek. She grinned at me and kissed me. She was also naked, my favor style of dress when possible.

She said, "Ginger is awake. She sent me to wake you up. I hope this is all right. This is so exciting, I think I'll burst."

"Did you sleep all right?" I asked.

"I was exhausted. I hope you'll forgive me for dropping off on you. The last I recall was getting into the car after dinner."

"Of course, you're forgiven."

"I wanted to make mad passionate love to you and Ginger, but ... I missed the mark. I hope you'll both let me make it up to you today and tonight and forever in the future."

I sat up, "Sounds like a plan. Today is Saturday and it's the weekend. Our time is our own. Your wish is our command."

Stacy didn't blink when I got out of bed naked and trotted off to the bathroom. She'd been with me like this in Tara's bedroom, so this wasn't our first time. After getting ready for the day, I met my two naked friends in the kitchen. Ginger came and kissed me in a very significant way.

I looked at my wife wondering whether this was something special, and then I figured this was just a little competition because Stacy was there and also being loving. My wife was making sure that I knew she loved me.

"Want me to make a bagel run or we could all go down to the Train Station for breakfast." The Train Station was a restaurant that had once been a small train station in some backwater town in Indiana and when times changed it got moved, piece-by-piece, to Florida.

"Yes, please," Ginger said with a smile. She put the pan she'd just gotten out back in the cabinet.

We all went to the bedrooms and dressed in casual clothes to go out. Again, Ginger and Stacy wore the legal minimum to not get arrested for indecent exposure. Ginger wore a small bikini bra and cutoffs that seemed to be mostly pockets. Her stunning all-over tan filled in the missing pieces. Stacy wore a short sleeve shirt with the tails tied under her breasts. She had on some stretch shorts that molded to her every curve, gave her a slight camel toe, and had the work 'PINK' across her ass in large letters, calling attention to that part of her perfect pink anatomy. Jeweled flip-flops seemed up to the occasion for both women.

We ate inside rather than at an outside table since the weather was getting very hot and humid despite it only being morning. Ginger and Stacy both reacted slightly to the air conditioning by having their nipples harden and try to escape their tops. I reacted by noticing said phenomena and developing a hard-on. I had bacon and eggs.

The conversation drifted to what we normally did on a Saturday or Sunday. My thought was that we weren't consistent from week to week. Ginger agreed. She mentioned the weekend that Blake had come as a for instance without clarifying. Stacy had been there that weekend and if I recall it was wall-to-wall sex with them and our neighbors.

Stacy laughed, "You mean you'd normally have guests and be fucking all day and all night?"

I nodded in a serious manner. "Yes, that about sums it up. Ginger and I would tend to do that, too, and of course, we usually involve our neighbors."

I tried to think of things we'd done: free concerts, the art fair, the Corvette show, shopping for the necessities of life, and so on. Ginger and I always had three or four books going at the same time, so pleasure reading was often on the docket. I mentioned those and also confessed to writing erotic stories and using my weekends to do some of that.

After breakfast Ginger had me swing by the large shopping center near us and then we drove home.

As soon as we were in the house, Ginger stripped off her clothing. Stacy followed her lead, and I got in the spirit of things. Seconds later, we were on our bed and I watched the two of them swing into a sixty-nine on their sides as they started to pleasure each other. I watched and stroked myself. I achieved the consistency of tungsten steel in seconds as soon as I saw their nude bodies prancing through the house.

Eventually, Stacy started her orgasms. I'd never known a woman that had so many in so short a time period. She was on a hair trigger, and everything Ginger did to her elicited a climax. Moreover, on the more intense ones she squirted girl juice, covering Ginger's face, neck, breasts, or everything surrounding her.

Stacy layback and asked me to penetrate her while Ginger straddled her head. I got my own taste of Stacy and then did her bidding. Ginger mounted as suggested facing me so we could kiss and could make love to her breasts as Stacy licked. While we did this, Stacy was having an orgasm every couple of minutes.

We didn't stop until lunchtime. What a delightful way to spend a Saturday morning. The day was beautiful and we all went and skinny-dipped in the pool, enjoying the cool water as the daytime temperatures rose.

We were fixing lunch when Jo came over. She only wore her bikini bottoms and sported a hickey on one breast. She rolled her eyes and gestured back at her house, "My wife gave me that. We were very passionate this morning."

Jo paused and assessed the three of us, "I guess you've welcomed the new member of your family. Anyway, I am the ambassador from next door to invite you to a sex-filled afternoon with a rotation of partners, snacks, swimming, cocktails along with cock and pussy tails, and a cookout dinner of burgers and hot dogs, followed by more sex if any of us are still standing.

"I also have some good news, and that's that Brad and Megan are here. They're staying with us. They had to come to town to touch and feel their new home. Well, it's Brad's new home, but Megan is starting to get possessive about it, too, if you know what I mean. The two of them will be part of our afternoon orgy, so we have lots of variety to offer."

The three of us were grinning, but I paused to be sure that Stacy was up for what Jo had proposed. I said to her, "If all the sex is too much for you, you have every right to say 'No'."

Stacy grinned broadly, "And if I want more, more, more, do I have to do anything?"

I shrugged, "Just hang around, I guess."

Despite the warming temperatures, our neighborhood group sex extravaganza tended to be outdoors on Doug and family's patio and pool deck. The house unevenly wrapped around three sides of part of their patio and pool, so we were inconspicuous to all but someone boating on Palma Sola Bay or to observations from our upstairs bedroom as Ginger and I had discovered just after the Reeds moved in. Due to the shallows near shore, powerboats and sailboats avoided the area or they'd run aground. Occasionally, we had a few kayaks pass by on rare occasions, but they were often looking for birds or sea critters, and not paying much attention to the homes or their occupants.

Stacy took to our group like a duck to water. Shortly after lunch our naked threesome consisting of Ginger, Stacy and me strolled through the break in the hedge. Stacy flirted with Brad. This activity got augmented and accelerated when both of them were naked and lying together on one of the large chaises. Stacy made that suggestion and it took Brad all of a microsecond to agree. I watched as their slow kisses started and then the touching of key body parts. Brad stroked Stacy's breasts and then worked on her slit and clit. Stacy's moaning started soon after.

Megan sought me out, and we worked in parallel with what Stacy and Brad were doing. When Brad started to fuck Stacy, I happily engaged in the same activity with Megan. Stacy started to pop off orgasms and body spasms almost immediately. Megan watched with a sense of awe and wonder.

"Is she really having orgasms?" Megan asked in disbelief.

I nodded, "Yes. Brad is inside her and I know from experience that he is feeling her whole vagina and body spasming around his shaft every time she moans and clutches onto him like that. It's very stimulating. She loves it and the feedback to her partner is unmistakable. She likes what he's doing to her and wants more."

Megan made our time together also very memorable. She had her own orgasms, but laughed about being unable to compete with Stacy. Megan had wanted to act out scenes from various porn videos she'd watched with Brad, so there was some creative moving around and unusual positions as we made love. She even teased that some of them had come from Jill Janes' videos she'd repeatedly watched. Many of them had been chosen in the videos to be appealing to the camera, so we did them so Stacy and Brad could watch us. In one position, Megan had her head and shoulders on the floor as she leaned back off of the sofa with her pussy up at sofa-seat level; I had my cock plunging dowwwards inside her as I held her legs in front of me using mostly my knees and quads to rise and fall so that I pumped my cock down into her receptive pussy.

Eventually, after our happy ending, Jo joined us and ate out Megan as I kissed her and teased her breasts. Megan called me a unicorn because I liked to cuddle and do sexy things to her after I'd cum in her pussy. I explained that I had more inside that needed to get out so I was just continuing our foreplay. She liked that.

Ginger had been with Doug and Beth, swapping around and especially having her sexy breasts sucked, licked, and nibbled on. They'd enlisted a dildo with a rabbit head on it to tickle a girl's clit. The little device was leaving each of the women that Doug used it on having large and very wet orgasms as they spasmed from his teasing with the device.

Around three o'clock we were all in the pool having a break. The sun was bright and I worried about Stacy getting too much sun. We got her out of the pool and on a chaise in the shade of the house. I started to rub SPF-50 lotion all over her nude body, and soon all of the others joined in and turned the functional service into an erotic exploration of Stacy's body. At first, only the men were paying homage to her hot bod: Doug, Brad, and me. But soon, Ginger, Jo, Beth, and Megan joined in and the men relinquished control of the situation so they could watch and see what happened.

Ginger had brought the magic dildo to the party that she'd been using on Beth a few minutes earlier. As the eight hands started to massage everywhere, with an emphasis on erogenous zones, one of the hands brought the dildo into play on Stacy's vagina and clitoris.

Stacy squirted almost immediately, catching some of her tormentors in her shower. She also moaned out a climax ... and then another ... and then more and more, plus they were coming more frequently. Stacy's body rose up in an arch as each orgasm tore through her body. Her voice and the moans became louder, but her speech was getting slurred almost like she was drunk.

Orgasm after orgasm raked Stacy's supine form. I saw her legs start to tremble almost continuously, and then her hands and arms joined in. Her lower torso also entered a zone where it spasmed and trembled continuously. The women continued with fingers everywhere they could go on or inside her body. Jo slipped her hand into Stacy and fisted the young girl. I had just started to intervene when Stacy passed out during one of her larger orgasms.

I admonished the group, "Ladies, it's time to give it a rest. She's out for the count."

Jo withdrew and licked her hand up to her wrist. Beth took a few licks, too; and then so did Ginger and Megan. They'd all had their tongues on Stacy's pussy, so this was nothing new, but they acted as though it was.

I picked up Stacy and cuddled her in my lap with her head on my shoulder. We just sat and looked out at the bay as the others got into another round of sex with lots of heterosexual oral sex. Ginger was with Brad, and giving him one of her Cadillac blowjobs.

I met Ginger when we were both freshmen in college. She had arrived at our institution with the enviable title of Blowjob Queen or BQ in her high school. She'd developed and honed her skills on most of the males in her graduating class, and was proud of her reputation as also being 'easy'. That said, I got her cherry. Unless he stopped her or slowed her down, Brad wouldn't last long. I watched as Ginger's nose pressed hard into his pubic hair, showing to all of us that at least a few inches of his cock was down her throat.

Stacy finally shivered in my lap despite the warm afternoon. She moaned, "Oh, God, all that felt so good. I've never cum so many times or with so many people playing with all my sex areas."