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Sue was just a bit shorter than Veronica and was wearing a strapless gown that showed a good bit of her creamy and generous cleavage above the top. She was definitely the bustiest woman in the house. As Carol and Mary Claire walked in carrying the wine decanters and a tray of glasses I noticed that Mary Claire's eyes brightened as she noticed Sue's bust line.
"Hi Tram. Hi Sue," immediately said Carol. "Nice to see you both again."
"I guess I don't need to introduce Carol, but this is Mary Claire Peters. Carol and Mary Claire both live here with us, but your Mother probably told you that already," I smiled.
Just then the doorbell rang again. Katrina opened the door to a cheery Cathleen. As she was taking off her coat and handing it to Katrina, she pushed her thick brown hair over her left shoulder, smiled and said hello to Tram, Sue and Amy Anne. "It's nice to see all three of you. It's been awhile hasn't it?"
As we sat and talked about Amy Anne's and my past together, Tram looked at his watch and said, "Okay, let's talk about the elephant in the room. You said Carol and Mary Claire live here, but how do you know Cathleen?"
"I'm Scott's ex and Katrina is my, our, daughter," replied Cathleen. I'd have answered if my eyes weren't once again momentarily looking at Sue's large breasts. "We divorced some years ago. Since then Scott has found Veronica and they're getting married in about two weeks. At Veronica's insistence and for Katrina's benefit, Scott and I have reconnected. They've made me welcome in their home."
"It's more than just for Katrina's benefit," Veronica offered. "It's for all of us. You're family."
"That's so nice," Sue said as she smiled at me as well as Mary Claire who had been doing the same as me. My mind refocused as she continued, "Most divorced parents I know can't tolerate being around their former spouses."
As the conversation continued all the women of my home seemed to be trying to show as much leg as possible. It wasn't long before Amy Anne included herself. I also noticed more than a few of Carol's skirt buttons were undone. Veronica still couldn't take her eyes off Tram and took every opportunity to flash a stocking top or to give him a glimpse of her breasts when she bent over to pick up her wine glass or refill someone else's glass under his appreciative eyes.
During further conversation Tram noted the room full of stockinged legs and cleavage freely being exhibited and remarked, "Gonna be some sex games tonight I think. Too bad Sue and I can't stay."
"Ah, yea, too bad," Sue smiled teasingly as she looked at me and then the bulge in my pants.
Looking into Veronica's eyes Tram continued, "I know Mom, Sue, Cathleen and Carol are great fucks, but I'd certainly like to try to seduce you Veronica." He paused and looked at me, "Of course assuming that you approve Scott."
"I do. But I don't have to, Veronica makes her own decisions. I'd enjoy watching you, the two of you," I smiled.
Looking at Veronica Sue piped up, "Perhaps Scott would like to do me when Tram does you."
"Perhaps I'd like to do both you and your Mom. It's been a long time from high school until now," I remarked.
"Ooh, in the same bed perhaps. The former sweetheart doing both mother and daughter while the wife is getting screwed by the son, I like that," smiled Sue under her eyebrows and taking a sip of her wine, and then as she bent over to put the glass down to reveal more of her cleavage she added, "I would love to tape that for posterity if I could."
"Mmm, as they say most of the fun is in the journey, not just in the destination. So yes I'd like for you to 'try'," Veronica replied looking at Tram. Glancing at Sue she noted, "Taping is no problem. We've been known to record ourselves."
"If that's a challenge, and if Scott is agreeable, I'd take you out on a date Veronica. Maybe he can take out Sue and Mom," he replied.
"How does this Saturday evening look for the three of you?" smiled Veronica as she looked at Tram to see if he would flinch from his challenge.
"You're on. How about I pick you up at six for dinner and take it from there," he said.
That prompted Amy Anne and Sue to take out their smart phones. They informed me that anytime after three would be okay. I had a date with two ladies and told them I'd call them later in the week about what time I'd pick them up. I also told them that I was open to suggestions. Plans were confirmed that we'd all return here later that night at a time we'd set sometime that day.
"What about us?" asked Katrina.
"Sure both you and Ashley as well as Mary Claire are welcome to do something. Cindy too," I smiled. "Once we return here. Why don't the four of you go out as well and then return here for the after-date party?"
"Ought invite Max to spread the fun," grinned Mary Claire. "If Scott can be out with two women, why not Max?"
I looked at Carol and asked, "Who would you like to go with?"
"I know what I'd like to do, but let me think about it for a day or two and then tell the individual or individuals involved what I want," she smiled. Then she looked at Katrina. I suspected that Katrina was the object of her plans.
After about a forty- five minute visit Tram stood and offered his hand to Sue. "We really hate to run, but we've had this event scheduled for about six months and couldn't find a way out of it. Next Saturday then?" he warmly smiled at my wife.
"I'm looking forward to it," she grinned.
"Mom, I'm going to spend the night with Tram and go to classes from there, so don't worry when I don't come home tonight," giggled Sue.
"What about clothes?" asked Amy Anne.
"I have a three complete outfits and a pair of flats in his closet as well as a drawer in his dresser with tops and underwear," smiled Sue.
"Enjoy your evening and see you whenever tomorrow," said Amy Anne lightly kissing them both.
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Emerson arrived home about three thirty having stopped at the club for a late lunch and playing a few hands of poker in the grill before getting up his courage to return home. As he walked in through the kitchen from the garage he had a lot of trepidation about being confronted by Hazel for his behavior yesterday.
Hearing the garage door open and close, Hazel, wearing a sheer blouse, no bra, no panties, garter hose and four inch slides put down her magazine, dropped her robe and walked out of the den to greet him. Before they got close enough to kiss, she stopped put her hands on her hips, pirouetted and asked, "I hope you missed this body. It's all yours to pleasure yourself with however you want."
Emerson closed the distance, embraced his wife and they French kissed for at least five minutes. As they broke the kiss Hazel leaned back a bit and said, "Your rod against my tummy says you missed me."
Taking him by the hand she led him into the den and gently pushed him down to the couch. "I'm sorry for last night. While it was ugly and I precipitated it it forced me to look at my behavior and remind myself just how much I love you, my dearest husband. You've been more than patient with me. You're right I've been sending mixed messages which have got to be driving you crazy. I'll try to be more receptive to whatever you want to do. If I'm not ready right away, please don't give up, keep touching, kissing, licking, and I'll come around. There are a few demons left, and with your patience, love and encouragement I'll banish all them yet. I love you, Emerson, I really do. I've not always said or showed you but I love you my dear husband more today than when I married you."
"And I love you Hazel. Sit, please."
As she sat he put one arm around her and caressed her breast through her sheer top. He gradually moved his hand to her pussy and began to gently stroke her clit. As she opened her legs, she reached down and unfastened his belt and pulled his cock out over the top of his briefs. As she was lightly jacking him she broke the kiss and leaned over dropping her head toward his cock. She licked her lips as she tentatively wrapped her lips around his glans. She began swirling her tongue around his shaft as he groaned.
Hazel's head was soon moving up and down trying to do what she saw in three video clips she watched on one web site. She knew she was a novice but she was determined to become an expert through repeated practice and studying as many oral videos as she could on the net.
Glancing up into her husband's face brought her all the encouragement she needed. His face was filled with bliss, joy and contentment. He was clearly enjoying what she was doing. Just you wait and see my husband, I'm only going to get better, much better, at this, she smiled inwardly as her husband's eyes closed and his smile broadened. This is more enjoyable than I ever thought.
After a few more minutes of oral ministration, Emerson opened his eyes, "I'm going to come."
She raised her head off his cock, looked him in the eye and said, "Come in my mouth, I don't know if I can swallow but I'll do my best." Immediately she engulfed him again and vigorously bobbed her head and sucked harder.
And seconds later he began to pump into Hazel's mouth. After the third or fourth spurt Hazel tried to swallow and surprisingly was successful. No gagging, no choking, but was ready for him to finish. As he filled her with three more spurts she raised her mouth off him and looking him in the eyes, swallowed. Hazel then bent down and took him into her mouth again and thoroughly yet gently and lovingly licked and sucked the remnants from his shaft.
She sat up and they deeply kissed as she shared the flavor in her mouth with him. "Thank you. I hope this wasn't a one time thing," softly said Emerson.
"No, I don't believe it was. You felt good in my mouth and your semen tasted a bit salty, but I did it and I'll do it again, whenever either of us wants to. No more rejections, ever," grinned Hazel.
Emerson stood, extended his hand to Hazel and said, "Let's go to our bed, once I recover I wanna screw your brains out."
"Why not right here on the couch, it's comfortable. I want to fuck you in every room in this house," grinned Hazel straddling him as he sat back down. "Suck a tit 'til you recover."
Damp with sweat, breathless but thoroughly sated, an hour later they held each other. As his semen oozed from her Hazel turned to kiss her husband and then said, "Within a week of moving into our new home I hope we can christen each room just like this." With that she rested against his chest and closed her eyes.
Though part of Emerson was tempted to ask what had brought all this about he wisely held his tongue. He hugged the bride of his youth more firmly, closed his eyes and took joy in the wonder and the satisfaction of the moment.
##
After handshakes and hugs all around Sue and Tram left, Amy Anne ran back out to her car. She came back in carrying a file folder, "Your contract is in here. Just fill in a closing date, sign and date it, and if you have a fax machine we can get these off now."
Extending her hand Veronica said, "We do. Let me review it."
As Veronica walked back into the den I said to Amy Anne, "You have beautiful, sexy children. I look forward to getting to know them better, and so does Veronica."
"I noticed that you're captivated by Sue's large boobs," grinned Amy Anne. I felt a little flushed at being so obvious. Amy Anne put her arms around my neck and kissed me as she hugged me, "Don't be embarrassed. They're not only eye catching, they're natural too."
"They are definitely eye magnets," I nodded in agreement.
"She has a good dose of the Trammel blessing and the Trammel curse," she noted.
"Blessing? And a curse?"
"The Trammel women, that's her father's mother's side of the family and they all have large tits. Large tits like hers are blessing when a woman's young. They do attract a lot of male attention, and some female attention too. Lovers find them fun to play with now, but they turn into a curse as a woman starts having children and getting older which is why she's planning to have them reduced either just before or just after her first child."
I was confused. "Men." Amy Anne complained. "Scott, if you want I'll explain a few things that men never think about when they see a well endowed woman."
In these last months I had become a willing and eager student when it came understanding women. I nodded for her to continue, "Men forget that the larger the size the greater the weight. While Sue is young, her breasts are firmer now than they will ever be. Yet, the effects of gravity change her center of gravity and put a strain on her shoulder and back muscles." I wasn't getting her point and she knew it so she asked me, "How many well endowed gifted female athletes have you ever seen excelling at the college or Olympic levels in sports that demand either speed and/or fine dexterity? Soccer? Skiing? Track and field? Competitive swimming? Gymnastics? Basketball or softball?"
"None that I can immediately recall," I confessed.
Amy Anne sighed as I was still missing the point. "That's because they're few and far between. Sue has an eye for and an interest in various sports but a girl like Sue has difficulty playing. Her center of gravity is off. When she moves, her breasts flop all around unless they're well contained and to contain them that well affects the athlete's ability to breathe. It's a catch-22. Her breasts demand a great deal of every day support and the demand will only increase in the coming years. The curse will become more problematic once she's pregnant for the first time. Her breasts will swell further and gravity will pull even more on them and her occasional back pain will become more frequent. By the time she's in her late thirties she'll be wishing she had B cups."
"I'd never given it any thought," I confessed.
"His eyes are now open," laughed and teased Carol as she walked in to gather up some abandoned glasses. "Thanks for the public service announcement Amy Anne."
Fifteen minutes later Mary Claire announced that we'd eat at six and asked Carol to come in the kitchen and help her with something for a few minutes. Veronica returned with the contract and asked Amy Anne, "Why am I getting a three percent commission?"
"Because you're the buyer's agent and you'll get three percent on the Jacobson's contract as well. Both sellers think they're getting a good deal by finally selling these properties. I don't mind sharing the wealth with you. Will you mind sharing your husband with me?" grinned Amy Anne.
"I'd do that even without the commission. I made Tuesday the closing date. Sign it handsome where I have it flagged. I think you've gotten a good deal, both on the house and your realtor," Veronica said handing me the documents.
I asked Amy Anne if she knew anything about the property that is going up for auction. She told us, "Our agency was close to having the property under contract fifteen months ago but one of the lady's daughters got her to change her mind and allow the daughter to negotiate with the developer who has the property on the other side of the road."
"What property?" I asked with concern.
"Do you know the vacant land across from the intersection at the bottom of the hill?" I nodded that I did. "About four and half years ago a developer bought that land."
"What about the vacant land this side and to the right of the intersection?" I asked.
"If memory serves me twelve acres on the corner are owned by the county or the city. I think they were wanting to build a small park there," she answered.
"Handsome, we need to bid whatever's necessary to win the auction," Veronica said with alarm.
"I agree," I replied.
"Don't worry about the development going up anytime in the near future. The negotiations on the lots behind you to the road fell apart. The developer was over extended and the daughter didn't find a new buyer before her mother passed away. We were still interested putting the land under contract and listing it but woman's executor, her oldest son who's a lawyer in Knoxville, is putting on the auction. He fears the land could remain unsold for years and he wants the estate closed by next summer," Amy Anne continued. "There has been some softening of real estate prices in Knoxville and here too. I suspect that he fears it's going to get worse and wants to sell the farm quickly to the highest bidder."
"So you say the developer isn't in a position to do anything right now," Veronica inquired.
Amy Anne nodded, "In the last year he built a large development in St. Charles County. He got overextended on that project with half of the 89 homes still not sold. Most of those sold were at a steep discount. There are another 55 lot with foundations poured. Rumor is that he's desperately trying to stay solvent."
Veronica and I looked at each other. We were both thinking along the same lines. "Amy Anne could you make some quiet inquiries to see if per chance he's looking for cash and is willing to sell what he owns down the road?"
"I know the two men who handle most of his real estate and I'll make quiet inquiries. If the rumors are correct that he's trying to keep from filing bankruptcy he may be willing to sell the land at a substantial discount."
"That's enough business for now. How nice that the two of you reconnected. Let's make it a physical reconnection after dinner, shall we?" demurely asked Veronica.
After signing the contract I took it in and faxed it to the cover sheet number that Amy Anne had thoughtfully provided. A message was returned confirming that it had been successfully faxed and received.
Veronica sat on the couch next to Cathleen. As we talked with Amy Anne and our daughters I noticed my wife's hand had crept up against the hem of Cathleen's skirt. Cathleen lifted her butt to allow her skirt to be pushed higher to allow Veronica's hand to rest against Cathleen's crotch. In turn Cathleen turned toward Veronica and put her hand under Veronica's skirt while deeply and passionately kissing her.
Amy Anne, licked her lips and muttered, "I like some of that."
"Ask and you shall receive, I'm sure you find the dessert to your liking." I stood, moved to her and kissed her with my hand gently fondling her breasts. It was nice to be reacquainting myself with the first breasts I had ever played with in my teens. Her moans encouraged me to keep exploring until Mary Claire called us to dinner.
She'd made place cards for each of us. I was at the head, our guest Amy Anne was to my left, Veronica next to her, Mary Claire, then Carol at the other end of the table, then Katrina, Cathleen and Ashley. Each card had a small sketch of the person's face. What a unique idea, I thought.
Mary Claire's dinner was superb and whenever she'd need to get up and return with something she'd make sure that Amy Anne's eyes would become acquainted with more of her ample cleavage. As we were drinking coffee with our dessert in the living room Veronica asked Amy Anne, "I understand from Carol that your lifestyle group is mainly made up people our age. What do your kids think about it?"
"They love it so much that they'd party with members of the group every week if they could," laughed Amy Anne.
Carol added, "Sue's very popular with the men. They love her big boobies...so do many of the women. The women all love Tram. He not only has the energy and enthusiasm of a young man but he's become a skilled lover. Veronica if Tram does succeed in seducing you Saturday you'll find his up-curved cock to be a delight. Especially missionary or cowgirl, the curve makes his cock head tickle my g-spot. And for you Scott, Sue has extremely sensitive nipples on her hooters. I think they're hard wired to her clit, suck 'em and she'll come."
"Amen to that." smiled Cathleen. "His curved cock in my ass is a totally different sensation, especially cowgirl."
