The Girl Next Door

The problem was that I wouldn't always have a coworker on site who needed an American nanny, so there would likely be times when Angie couldn't come along. Somehow, we were going to have to find a way to satisfy her very real needs when I was gone. What we needed was a guy we could trust, and who could have a lot of sex with Angie without developing any jealousy or possessiveness issues. I hadn't a clue as to how we could find someone like that.

In the meantime, my stiff manhood was being bathed in sweet nectar as my lover slid up and down on me. I reached up and kneaded the strong, firm muscles of her taut belly, then reached up a little higher and began to massage her big, beautiful breasts.

"God, I love you, Kim," I murmured.

"I love you too, Connor."

I.P. Sloane had paid to have Kim flown in, but Jack had paid for his own ticket and I'd sprung for the upgrade to a totally private, two-bedroom villa so that he and Angie could vacation with us. Our villa came with its own chunk of private beach. It also featured tall, thick hedges to provide a discrete atmosphere to its lucky residents.

I was so proud of my wife. She'd done a frankly amazing job of changing her career and her life. The partners at her firm had recommended psychological counseling when she'd told them she was resigning to teach yoga and be a part-time bookkeeper. Piss on 'em. The reduction in Kim's stress levels and the constant exposure to people working to get and stay healthy had done wonders for her.

Kim took the same single-minded determination that she'd used to climb the ladder at her firm so quickly, and applied it to a strict diet and exercise program. She was teaching yoga to the older crowd in four months and Cross Fit to the younger ones after eight.

While Kim would never look exactly like that eighteen-year-old coed in the red silk blouse with short black skirt and stiletto heels, I thought she looked fabulous back at her freshmen weight. She'd maintained that weight for three years now. Our sex life had returned to being loving, vigorous and frequent – at least when I wasn't stuck on the other side of the world.

Kim had rewarded my willingness to support her career change by adding some special exercises to her daily routine. She now had Kegel muscles so strong that she could probably crush a walnut. Kim actually felt a lot tighter now than when I'd taken her virginity.

At the moment, Kim was using those new muscles to milk me, firm on the upstroke and relaxed on the down. It felt like something out of this world, and I couldn't have gone soft if you'd poured a bucket of ice water on me. Kim's thigh muscles rippled as she moved. She was especially strong there and I knew she'd keep going like this for quite a while. I was in no hurry.

Every now and then, she'd stop and grind her pubes against mine, something that we both loved. Over the years, Kim's canal had lengthened to the point where she could now take all of me. I watched in pleasure as I completely disappeared into her body over and over.

We continued like that for a quite a while longer, then I reached down and began to finger her clit, just like how I knew she liked it.

"Oh yeah," she gasped. "Just like that, Connor." I was soon rewarded when Kim began to climax. I recalled the amazing moment in my old truck on our first date when I'd seen that look on her face for the first time. Kim bent down to frantically kiss me like she always did when she had an orgasm in this position. I kissed her back, matching her passion.

Eventually, she came down from her high and sat back up as we continued. I wondered just how long into the afternoon we could take this, but I was enjoying every little bit of it.

It wasn't but a couple of minutes later that we heard light footsteps on the villa's deck just a few feet behind us. The back of the canopy was a canvas wall, screening it from the villa, but moments later, Angie appeared around the wall in a brief, neon orange bikini, a beach towel slung over her shoulder.

I think if we had just been lounging instead of having sex, Kim would have been embarrassed to have been caught in the nude. Angie would have seen that and scurried away, apologizing, but sex hormones embolden people to act in ways they normally wouldn't. In such a condition, Kim wasn't embarrassed at all. "Hey Angie, you're overdressed," she said.

Angie blushed red from her face down to her gorgeous little breasts, but she stared hard at where we were joined, almost licking her lips. Angie and I had last had sex just before going to the airport to pick up our spouses the day before, so she was probably starting to get pretty horny by now.

"Oops, I'm sorry," she belatedly replied. "Jack was really jetlagged, so I just got him in bed for a nap. I figured I'd come out for a chat, but I can definitely return later."

"No, it's okay," Kim said quickly. "There's no need to sit by yourself on vacation. Go ahead, lay out your towel and join us." I assumed that by "join us," Kim meant in the cabana, not in our sex act.

Angie looked embarrassed, but probably nowhere near as much as I was. Kim and I had never had anyone watch us having sex before.

"Come on, Angie," Kim wheedled. "Don't be shy." I couldn't believe she was inviting this, but again, when she was horny, all bets were off. She also had a bit of the exhibitionist in her. I'd known that since our first date, when she'd casually modeled her bare breasts for passersby in the hallway.

"Well, okaaay," Angie said, walking over and laying out her towel. Kim never paused in her deep, languid strokes.

"I meant it about being overdressed," Kim said with a grin.

"But..."

"Oh come on, Angie. The two of us have nude sunbathed on the deck for years now and lord knows Connor's seen you without your clothes on from time to time."

I was starting to get comfortable with this and almost chimed in, but then thought better of it. If anyone was going to encourage Angie to get naked with us, it had better be Kim.

Angie grinned shyly, but I could see that she was rapidly getting down with this whole scene. "Okay," she finally said. "I guess I don't want to be a stick-in-the-mud." She quickly peeled off and settled in. I was glad, because when it comes to ogling naked women on the beach, two is better than one.

So they got to talking about how beautiful the island was and the amazing features of our villa. Angie turned onto her side and propped herself up on an elbow so she and Kim could talk face to face. After the first minute or so, she seemed to lose any shyness about watching us. Eventually Kim switched to a more intimate subject.

"So did Connor do a good job of keeping you satisfied for the last few months?"

Angie and I, and even Kim, blushed at that.

"Well," Angie said, "you know how good he is. I hated being away from Jack, but yeah, Connor held up his end of the deal."

"But now I've monopolized him for twenty-four hours."

Angie shrugged, trying unsuccessfully to appear nonchalant. "Tonight is our scheduled sex night. I think I can hold out that long."

"Well, we've got a couple of hours until lunch," Kim said. "You wanna borrow him?"

"Oh, I could never take him away from you now when you're having such a good time with him, Kim."

"I wasn't planning on stopping," Kim said in a conspiratorial tone. Her blush was back with a vengeance, but she soldiered on. "There's room for you on his face."

I blanched and Angie actually gasped. I could see that even as uninhibited as she was, this was a bridge too far for our petite friend.

Angie's gasp apparently pulled Kim out of her sexual fog and made her realize how improper her lewd offer had been. "Oh Jesus, I'm sorry," she said. "That just kind of popped out. I tend to be a bit uninhibited when I'm having sex with Connor."

"So I hear," Angie said, smiling at least. "And don't sweat it. The same thing happens to me."

"You mean you get uninhibited when you're having sex with Connor too?" Kim asked innocently.

"No, I mean, well..." Angie was momentarily nonplussed, but then her face took on a cheeky look. "Yeah, I'm totally uninhibited when I fuck the living shit out of your husband."

Kim laughed at that. "Good, you understand. It's the sex that makes me say crazy stuff like that."

"Happens to the best of them," Angie said with a lopsided grin. It would seem that all was forgiven and the idea of a threesome had been put to rest.

Then an evil, selfish plan began to form in my head. And maybe it wasn't actually all that selfish. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. I waited until Kim was back in a good rhythm before I took action.

Kim usually wore sunglasses outside, but she had left them in the villa and was now mostly keeping her eyes closed instead. I turned my head toward Angie, catching her attention. I stuck my tongue way out beyond my wide spread lips and pantomimed licking her pussy again.

Angie looked away quickly, but I could see that my little tease had had its effect. Her hand slipped down to her lower belly and she began to caress her own skin, though she stayed a short distance away from her lips, seeming loath to actually touch herself sexually in Kim's presence.

Meanwhile I waited, making sure that Kim's eyes were staying closed. Eventually Angie's eyes returned to me. Nearly desperate hunger was written all over her face. I did the pantomime again. She bit her lip, obviously wanting it, but trying to decide if she dared. I grinned and motioned her over with a quick little flick of my head, indicating that she had my permission at least. That was apparently enough to get her to take the next step.

"Uh, Kim," Angie said hesitantly, "would you mind if I actually did sit on his face?"

Kim's eyes popped open. Angie had caught her by surprise with that, but she was just as horny now as she'd been when she'd first proposed it. She looked down at me. I managed an innocent look for Angie's benefit, but gave Kim a wink with the eye that Angie couldn't see. Kim grinned, then looked over at her friend.

"Sure, I think it would be fun," she said, "but you'd have to make sure it's okay with Conner."

"You mind?" Angie asked me. She already knew the answer to that one.

"Uh, go right ahead," I said, as if this had caught me by surprise.

Kim giggled, but then closed her eyes again, seeming to know that this was a big step for Angie and that she didn't need more eyes on her for this.

To my delight, Angie got up off of her towel, but when she went to throw a leg over me, I realized that she was intending to face away from Kim. That wouldn't serve my plan. Not at all.

I put a gentle hand on her thigh and indicated she should mount me in the other direction. She shook her head at first, so I reached out and gently brushed the back of my fingers across her sex. She tensed and her eyes closed for a second as the sensation hit her brain. Then she nodded and mounted me, facing Kim.

Angie lowered her small, sweet and very familiar privates down to my waiting tongue. Then my view was obstructed by her thighs as I went to work.

Angie didn't let me anywhere near her clit at first, instead scooting down to where I could tongue her pretty little rosebud. She loved that. I just rimmed her at first, but when she'd had time to acclimate, I began to push into her a little bit. As always, she clenched reflexively at first, but then forced herself to relax. I entered her further.

Angie groaned.

"What's he doing?" Kim asked.

"He's got his tongue in my..." Angie giggled, "...backside."

"Cool. We don't do that very often, but he really likes it."

Hey! She was making it sound like I was the perv. "You like it even more than me," I protested, but it didn't sound much like human speech because I had the tip of my tongue past Angie's sphincter. Instead, my voice just vibrated us.

Angie squealed and almost jumped up, but with my sudden realization of how much potential power I had over her, I reached around and threw an arm over her thighs, pulling her down more firmly onto my tongue. Invading her as deeply as I could, I went totally evil on her and began humming the final movement of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony.

Angie gasped as my vibrating tongue tickled her sensitive tissues, and I had to hold her tight for a few seconds, but then she seemed to adjust to it a little. There was no mistaking from the way her body clenched that she was really feeling it now.

My evil plan was progressing nicely, so I moved on to the next stage. I reached my other hand over to Kim, feeling my way, and after wetting my thumb on my sopping shaft, began to work her clit again. I heard her moan.

I knew from experience that it usually took only a minute or so for Kim to reach climax this way, so I helped Angie along as well. I slipped a couple of fingers from my other hand into her and frigged her hard while working her clit with the heel of my hand. "Oh Jesus, Connor," Angie moaned, "you're going to make me come."

That was the idea, but I needed to get the timing right if my plan was going to work.

I was having to multitask in a big way, remembering to extend and work my tongue hard, hum Beethoven as loud as I could, and work two clits and one honey hole at the same time. That didn't leave me much brain power to even remember that I was concurrently engaging in coitus, so I was in no danger of coming myself.

Angie was first, and I felt her starting to shudder as her climax hit her. Kim was only a few seconds behind. If I'd had a third hand, I'd have crossed its fingers that Kim would act true to form.

Sure enough, when Kim climaxed I could feel her habitually leaning forward to molest my mouth with hers. The only problem was that Angie was in the way.

I could feel Angie's shock, but I was certain that Kim was desperately trying to French kiss her. From the way Angie shifted a few seconds later, I guessed that she had not only decided to accept it, but that she was now a willing participant in some spit swapping.

I let my weary tongue slide out, but I kept at it with my fingers as the two of them audibly (and now enthusiastically) sucked face as they came. After a while, they both seemed to come down and I eased up on them. Their kissing didn't slow, though.

Kim stopped at the top of a stroke to hold still and kiss, so I began to thrust, slowly and gently, up into my wife.

Not having a watch on, I couldn't tell for sure how long they went on their voyage of discovery, but maybe five or six minutes later they came up for air and sat back away from each other. Angie eased up off of my face and scooted back a few inches, cradling the top of my head between her thighs. Kim eased down onto me, impaling herself to the hilt, but then relaxed and stayed still.

"Well," Kim said quietly, "who'd have thunk we had that in us?"

"I'll bet Connor was hoping we did," Angie replied.

"Well," Kim said, "what do we do now?"

I was expecting deep discussions of sexual orientations, motivations, assignments of guilt – that kind of thing, but I should have known better. They'd been besties for a long time. They looked at each other and I saw the big, shit-eating grins form on their faces. They yelled it simultaneously. "Switch!"

Angie popped to her feet above me, then Kim came off of me so fast that I almost heard a "pop." She got herself turned around and lowered her nether lips to me. My view went away as my weary tongue got busy again, but then I could feel a hand on me.

"Here, I'll aim him for you," Kim said. Oh my God, Kim was going to guide me into Angie? I wished I could see this.

I felt the tightness as Angie began to take me inside her body. Little by little, I felt myself engulfed until, at last, I felt Angie's pubes press firmly against mine.

"Are you sure this is okay, Kim?" Angie asked softly.

"Oh yeah. I got used to the idea of Connor's dick being in you years ago. I just never thought I'd get to see it. That may be the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed in my entire life." There was no shyness this time as they both leaned forward and began to kiss again. I reached up and took a breast from each of them in my hands, comparing Angie's small, firm mound to Kim's weightier one. I wished I had four hands.

I felt the ladies come up for air, then something brushed the hand I had on Angie's breast. "Wow, I always wondered if your girls were as firm as they look," Kim said. "You're so lucky. Connor adores small, firm breasts."

"Are you frickin' kidding me? I can't help it if the weenie likes his women to look half-grown, but Jack would kill to have you smother him with these gorgeous boobs. There's a reason that breast enlargement is way more popular than breast reduction. Jeez, just feel these things."

It was like I wasn't even there, but I didn't mind, and I still had some responsibilities. I could tell that with the unbelievable conversation going on above me and having Angie on my pole, and with the extensive stimulation I'd already gotten from Kim, I might not last as long as I'd like. I had Kim scoot back a little so I could reach her most sensitive bits, then used my patented techniques on Angie's clit. I sure as hell didn't want to come before they did. I could feel the girls lean in and start kissing again.

I sacrilegiously wondered if heaven was like this; laying on a tropical beach in the shade, my tongue lapping the pussy of my favorite person in the world, while my cock was being firmly caressed by the pussy that fit it best. All the while, listening to my two lovers kiss each other passionately above me. Yup, heaven.

Kim was getting juicier by the moment and she shifted slightly, giving me even better access. I sucked at her clit eagerly. I knew her like the back of my hand and when she came, I'd known precisely the moment it would happen. Kim's peak seemed to trigger Angie's, and they both cried out in the little death.

I was pretty close myself, but still hovering right at the point of going over the edge. Unfortunately, Angie stopped moving as she came. She sat herself down, stuffing me all the way inside, and held me that way. I desperately needed that last little scrap of friction to reach my own climax, but I couldn't thrust with her weight fully on me.

I was in limbo for a good thirty seconds as the girls came down from their high, then Angie began to dismount. "Switch again," she called out with a giggle. For a long moment, I thought I'd be able to settle back down and then come inside my wife in the next round, but to my dismay, the feeling of Angie's delicate pink folds sliding up and off was enough to send me over the edge.

I managed to get just enough of my mouth clear of Kim's lovely center to warn them. "I'm coming," I gasped. I could feel sudden tension in Kim as she tried to figure out what she should do, but then I felt a mouth on me. Angie.

I shot my first rope as her lips closed around me, then the rest as I felt her slide down, taking me all the way. Angie occasionally still deep throated me, but she hadn't ever let me come when I was fully ensconced. This was incredible!

I groaned into Kim's privates as Angie let her teeth tease the very base of my cock. I felt her reach between my legs and cup my balls, bringing them up and massaging them against her upper lip. The feeling was so intense that I couldn't help opening my mouth wide over Kim's lips and trying to suck her entire body into my mouth.

"Oh my God!" Kim gasped. I eased up fractionally, not wanting to hurt her, but Angie was shaking her head like a Pitbull, rubbing my cock against her throat linings as I unloaded. I hadn't ever felt anything quite like it.

Finally, I was done and Angie backed off, then coughed a couple of times. "Oh shit, Angie," Kim said in wonder, "did he actually come in your throat?"