Some Changes in Amy

Catching her breath slowly, Amy muttered out, "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I just did that."

"You mean the watching or the screwing?" Luke playfully asked, giving a couple more pumps.

"I can't believe I actually watched that, and with you humping me like crazy."

Out the window they could see the stranger getting dressed.

"Guess he's not staying," Luke said. "Maybe I'll grab my camera and get a quick pic of Jen, before she gets dressed.

"why don't we just go in the other room and you can take some pictures of me. I feel horny tonight . . . still.

That was the best offer Luke had heard in a long time and he wasn't about to pass it up. The pictures he got were way more than he could have imagined or hoped for.

Amy had just gotten back from picking up her birth control pills at the pharmacy and had parked the car in front of the house since she thought she might be going out later. As she came around the back of the car, she saw Jen coming down the steps from her porch and, seeing Amy, she waved and headed toward her. Amy waved back and smiled but, as Jen walked toward her, she had a different picture in her head and, hard as she tried, it just didn't want to leave.

"Hey, neighbor," Jen called cheerfully. "We don't get to see each other very often here."

"I know," Amy replied. "Come up and sit on the porch and let's take care of that right now."

"Super," Jen replied and followed Amy to the porch where they both sat down in one of the Adirondack chairs that Amy liked so well.

"How's everything going," Amy began.

"Not too bad. Busy and stuff but that's the way life is I guess."

"I know what you mean." Amy smiled. "I don't envy you having to keep up with those two daughters of yours. And trying to put both through college at the same time. That has to be a battle."

Jen had to laugh at that. "Very true," she said. "Although it's not as bad as it might be. I guess I've never talked to you about my ex."

"I don't want to be nosy," Amy cautioned.

"Shit, it's no big secret," Jen quickly responded. "We had a few good years after his residency that was sheer hell trying to get through. He's a gynecologist by the way. I thought we were doing fine but I guess he saw some boobs and a twat that he liked better than mine and when I caught him at it, he just said fine."

Amy couldn't speak to the twat issue of course, but she did wonder how anyone could find much better boobs than Jen had to offer.

"We split and divorced with no issues. He didn't contest at all when I wanted sole custody of the girls. Scum bag that he is, he's regular with very generous alimony and child support payments and he's paying the entire cost of the girl's college. I guess I have to respect him for that." She shook her head.

"I don't have any way to relate to that but, the money has to be a relief."

"Oh, it is for sure." She paused a moment. "Oh, and speaking of the girls, I need to apologize to you."

"For what?" Amy was instantly puzzled.

"Well, for Anna." She looked knowingly at Amy. "She is 21 but she definitely has a girlish crush on Luke and she absolutely won't leave him alone even though I get after her all the time. I'm sure you've noticed."

Amy giggled. "It is kind of funny but I don't think Luke minds at all. I totally trust him and know he loves me to the moon and back, but he does like to look. And Anna is something to look at for sure."

"I understand both of those things. I kinda like to look myself."

"At Luke?" she teased.

"Oh, I like to look at Luke for sure. He's a good-looking guy." She was going right back at Amy.

Amy was dying to tell Jen that she liked to look too, as she had found out the other night, but she wasn't about to say anything.

"And I don't know where Anna gets those bikinis -- they hardly cover anything." She stopped and giggled. "I guess I shouldn't say much about that because I have a couple that are even smaller than hers.

"Luke would like to look at that I'm sure."

A big laugh from Jen. "Who knows, he may get a chance. I actually don't mind being looked at."

They both saw Miranda back out of her driveway and drive off.

"You met Miranda and Carol yet?"

"Yes, matter of fact I spent some time at their house the other afternoon."

"Ah, and did they offer you wine?"

"They did. And it was very good."

"Lots of refills I assume."

"That for sure." Now Amy was getting just a little suspicious but tried to hide it as best she could.

"Was Carol there?"

"She came in while I was there, yeah."

"Naked."

"Miranda asked if I was okay with that before Carol came downstairs. Her house, so I said I was -- and she did."

"And then Miranda got naked too." Now she was making a statement and not asking. And pretty soon your hooters and hoochie were out in the open air too."

Amy just looked at her with that one.

"The big question. Did you meet Marvin?"

Amy's face was suddenly burning and she knew she must be bright red.

"They have a way, don't they? And Marvin had his way with you, more than once I'll bet."

"Twice," Amy mumbled.

"Three for me but I was horny as hell. Hadn't had sex for a month and just couldn't stop. And they weren't about to let me stop."

They sat and stared at each other for long moments. Finally, Jen smiled.

"It did feel good. Damn good."

"I know," was Amy's breathy reply. "I can hardly breath sitting here thinking about it."

"Well, your chest is giving you away too. Those are pretty good lumps sticking out there."

Amy hadn't worn a bra to the drug store and now her nipples were at about full staff. She was a little embarrassed but not much after the conversation they'd just had.

"A quick peek?" Jen questioned.

A deep breath from Amy, a quick look around and her blouse was up for about three seconds, then back down.

"Oh my gosh, Luke has to love those. I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable but I usually just say what I'm thinking. Some people can't handle it."

"I'm okay -- you just keep talking," Amy assured her. She couldn't believe this conversation already but it just seemed to fit in with the last few days. "And, you owe me."

Now it was Jen's turn to look around and then lift her tee shirt. Amy didn't have a lot of experience with 40-year old breasts but Jen's had to be top of the line for sure.

"Wow!" Amy said softly. "I told Luke the other day that I thought I had big ones till you guys moved in."

That brought a nice laugh from Jen. "They come in handy some times. In a bikini, they attract attention. Bare, they get an even better result."

Amy spoke before she even thought. "Bare?"

"Skinny dipping, naked hot tub." She paused and looked Amy in the eye. "A little club I used to belong to." She winked. Of course, Amy's mind was racing. "Well, it was pretty exciting, at least for a while. A bunch of unattached males and females, mostly females unfortunately, getting together for some good old, well, I'll just say it, sexual fun."

Amy was just staring. "Holy shit," she said.

"Well, I've got 15 years on you so who knows what might happen. But I finally quit the club. With so many females, we had lots of threesomes, you know, the FFM kind, that were really fun. You could both do and watch." She grinned. "Then they got some guys that were kind of weird so I just quit. You ever done a threesome?" She watched Amy's reaction. "Oh my gosh, you're blushing. I guess not then. I've got some guys I date now and that takes care of things. You probably see me bring some of them home, don't you?"

Now Amy's mind was racing and filled with pictures from the other night, very vivid pictures. And her face felt very, very hot. Jen was looking at her, then up at the houses, then back at Amy.

"I suppose I should be sure to close the blinds, shouldn't I? Unless you like watching. Do you?"

Just thinking about that night and what Jen was saying now had Amy very wet and she could almost feel her nipples growing under her simple blouse. And Jen was looking there too, not at the wetness but certainly at the nipples.

"I don't mind being watched at all. I'm used to it from that club. You're not allowed to grade my performance though. Some of my partners aren't the greatest." She laughed and Amy couldn't help but join in. "Plus, if you're like me at all, and Luke is there too, you get your brains screwed out while you're watching."

Amy nodded. Jen was different but she like her. "Want to have dinner with us tonight? Will be nice to get to know each other a little."

"Would love it. Plus, I'll leave Anna and Kerry at home," then a loud giggle, "so I can have Luke all to myself."

"I'll be there so you'll have to share him at least."

"Agreeable. What time?"

"How's six thirty?

"Perfect. Should I wear my bikini, go bare or what?"

"That's up to you," Amy laughed. "Luke will like it either way." She couldn't believe she was saying that, all the while wondering just how Jen might appear at their house at six thirty. After this conversation, she wouldn't put anything past her.

Amy sent Luke a text telling him Jen was coming for dinner at 6:30 and to be sure to be home before that. He texted back quickly, "no problem" and she knew that meant he'd be there and even if he had to cancel something else, he'd be there. Luke did like to look and with Jen right there, the looking would be easy. She started getting things ready for dinner and, of course, her mind began racing with all sorts of thoughts.

How would Jen be dressed and would what she was wearing totally tantalize Luke?

She had talked about a threesome. Would she actually suggest that and how would Amy react to that?

If they all agreed, what would happen. They'd all be naked and did she want to be naked next to those big hooters of Jen's?

Would Luke be picturing that view out the window of Jen in action?

She really liked Jen after their conversation this afternoon but did she like her enough to let whatever happened, happen?

Could she watch as Luke put his business in that unknown twat of Jen's?

What would she be doing if that happened?

Too many questions. Her brain was on autopilot and she couldn't get it to shut off.

What a few days with all that had happened she couldn't believe she was thinking about having a threesome. Before today, she had never even thought about something like that and she wasn't even sure she knew how they worked. Maybe a couple of videos on the internet before Luke got home. She was going a little crazy, and maybe all for naught. Maybe Jen would come, they'd have a nice dinner, some pleasant conversation, maybe a glass of wine. She wasn't sure about the wine as it seemed to get her into trouble sometimes. Not actually trouble but . . . Her mind trailed off. Maybe she should just have a lot of wine and see what happened.

Amy had to decide what to wear too. It would be casual, probably just shorts and a simple blouse or something. If she went braless, she was sure Luke would like that. But that might be a sign to Jen that sex was in the air and she was ready for it. Was she ready for it? Obviously not. Would the wine get her ready for it? Who knows? Plus, with all this thinking, dinner wasn't being prepared. Maybe a glass of wine right now to calm her a little. Sure, that might do it. Or it might just be a start to . . .

Amy poured herself a glass of wine, not in a wine glass, but a tumbler instead. They had four wine glasses but she didn't want to get one dirty. At least that's what she told herself. She took a sip, then a swallow, then a gulp. Quickly, she did feel a little more relaxed and was able to work on getting dinner ready.

Surprisingly, a little after five, she heard a knock on the back door. It was Jen, asking if there was anything she could do to help with dinner since things had happened on such short notice. Amy invited her in telling her there might be so she was glad to have both company and a backup if she needed some help. She took a sip from her wine glass, then self-consciously asked Jen if she'd like some too.

"Love it," Jen replied and laughed. She was eyeing Amy's tumbler.

"I didn't want to get the wine glasses dirty before dinner so," she held up the tumbler.

"I'll take a tumbler too," Jen said. "We'll save the good stuff for dinner."

"Or after dinner?" raced through Amy's mind but she didn't say it. She tried to check on Jen's clothes, not what she could see but what she couldn't see, or couldn't see because it wasn't there. She had on some snug shorts that could be easily classed as short-shorts and a thin and sleeveless knit blouse. The blouse wasn't quite transparent, but not opaque either. It was as Amy had expected, just a little. What she was checking out . . . wasn't there. She decided that if Jen could do it, so could she, even though the fact that hers wasn't there would be much more obvious than it was on Jen. And she had some pretty tight short-shorts as well. She actually had one pair that left about the bottom inch of her butt cheeks showing but she hadn't worn those for years. In fact, she had never worn them as an adult, not since she was a young teen and then, she was small enough that the butt cheeks didn't show. She just might, she thought.

Dinner was coming along nicely now and the tumblers had been refilled. Amy had cautioned herself not to do that as she was starting on the first tumbler full but, by the time that one was finished she had totally forgotten about the caution. She knew the wine was a caution-killer for sure but, what the heck. Que sera, sera. Jen was beginning to giggle a little too.

"Let me go change while I've got a chance," Amy said and headed upstairs. She rummaged a little but finally found the shorts and then found a fairly snug knit top that was plunging in the back and the front. She had decided she wasn't going to let Jen come over for dinner and out "sexy" her in front of Luke. She pulled off the shorts she had on, paused a moment, then pulled off the bikini panties too. The shorts barely fit and she checked carefully to at least be sure her muff wasn't peeking out around the edges. It wasn't. She put the top on. It clung to her shape and did nothing to hide her nipples that were standing at rest at the moment. Even as she watched, just thinking about watching had them grow just a little. She was ready.

Back downstairs Jen had just about finished her second tumbler of wine when Luke came through the garage door into the kitchen. He had met Jen a couple of times but nothing significant. And, of course, he had watched through the window.

"Welcome home," she said, jumping up and giving him a big hug -- to an amazed look on his face. "I'm so glad Amy invited me for dinner. I've been wanting to get to know you guys better." Of course, Luke had seen Jen through that window and thought that was his secret. But Jen knew that Luke had seen her and was looking at him with a special look that he didn't quite understand. Then Amy walked in with half her tooshie hanging out of her shorts and a top so tight he wondered if she could breathe. He got a luscious hug from her too.

Luke gulped, trying to understand but just shook his head. Something was going on and his mind was whirring as it scanned all the various possibilities. Since Amy was getting ready to serve dinner, he'd just have to wait and see.

At the dining room table, everything was set and he and Jen sat down, Jen directly across from him. Amy was carefully filling the wine glasses but he could tell very quickly that he was getting a late start on that. Experience told him that might be a good thing, at least the ladies having a little of that wine ahead of time. They were eating and chatting and he was watching Jen trying not to be obviously watching her. She was watching him too, but was not trying to hide it at all.

"I apologized to Amy earlier, for Anna, but now I'll apologize to you." Jen smiled sheepishly. Luke had a puzzled look but he was pretty sure he knew what this was about. "I know she likes to show most of her hooters right in front of you when you're working in the yard. Does that bother you too much?" Jen had kind of a sly but sexy look on her face when she asked that.

Amy laughed. "The lump in his pants answers that question," she quipped, laughing again. Luke decided she'd had quite a bit of wine before he got there.

"Well, I was thinking about the other bother too, but she likes to do that. Amy knows about her little trick of sitting up to put her bikini top back on. I guess she doesn't hide that very well."

"I told her you like tits, so I was sure you enjoyed that," Amy added. She wasn't sure she'd said that to Jen but, what the heck, it was true.

"I told Amy to be sure your blinds are shut before you get to messing around. Don't need Anna getting a view like you guys got the other night."

What the hell, Luke thought. He looked at Amy who just smiled and sent him a little kiss. Seems like the ladies had been talking and sharing. He wondered what else they may have been talking about.

Both Amy and Jen had finished their dinner wine, as had Luke and Amy hurried to refill all three. Luke had to admit he was enjoying watching the bottom part of Amy's buns jiggling around as she walked here and there. He was dying to find out from Amy what she and Jen had talked about, particularly because of the way Jen kept looking at him. He wouldn't have been at all surprised to find her foot exploring the space between his legs as she was right across from him. It hadn't happened though. He watched Amy sit down and take a big drink of her wine.

"Jen told me she used to be in a club where they had threesomes all the time and she wondered if we'd ever done that." She had a totally innocent look on her face but Luke knew she wasn't talking about golf.

"Um, what did you say?"

"You know what I said. I told her no."

Now Luke's brain was whirring as he processed all the things that might have caused that kind of a conversation. He took a fairly large gulp of his wine.

Jen was looking at him with a very dubious look that he tried to read, but what he thought he might be reading made him a little nervous, and maybe anxious.

"You know, it isn't fair," she quickly said. "Amy has on that tight little outfit that shows those tremendous nipples that she has. I have this." She held her arms out and shrugged. "Amy says you really like to look at tits. Not fair," and with that she reached down, grabbed the bottom of her blouse and lifted it up and off. "That's the only way you'll be able to see my nipples," she said in Luke's direction.

Luke sure did like to look, so he did. Big and shapely with just a mite of sag, not bad at all for a lady Jen's age.

"Yeah, well, now he can see your giant ones so, " and Amy pulled her knit top up and off, "he needs this to see mine." She giggled. "Now he has two to look at."

"Four," Luke said quickly, getting into the spirit of things. That brought a pair of laughs.

But Jen wasn't through yet. "Amy is showing those little peaks at her buns and that's not fair either." She stood up, put her fingers in the waist band of her shorts and they were quickly around her ankles. She turned. "How's that," she questioned.

It looked pretty darn good to him but he wondered what was going on with Amy that she was letting this happen. Plus, he couldn't help but wonder how far she'd let it go if Jen was going to try to take it further. And how far would he let it go? "Very nice," he said.

"That's all, just very nice," she said, bending over a little and thrusting her ass toward Luke. Of course, this also showed a nicely puffy pair of labia as well.

Amy stood up and her short-shorts quickly followed Jens to the floor. He'd never seen her muff in the company of someone else, and it was very exciting for him.

Luke was wondering how he was going to deal with the problem he was having with his pants. The problem was actually the erection that had continued growing and was now very uncomfortable. He twisted one way, then squirmed the other but nothing seemed to help much. He was about ready to just reach down and fix things a little when Jen turned around to face him. Shaved he quickly decided, not waxed.