Threesome Next Door Ch. 01-07

"Oh, and do we need to get permission ahead of time?"

I'd had this discussion with Gin years earlier. "Gin, I don't own you. You are not my chattel. You don't need permission. That implies ownership. As for me, I would love a blow-by-blow, suck-by-suck, and fuck-by-fuck communication from you about whatever you do. This is not because I would be angry or anything like that. Imagining you with Doug or another man or woman turns me on immensely. I want to bathe in the experience, almost like being there with you, even when it's days later."

"So, you don't want to know ahead of time?"

"No, I do, but it's not a requirement. I'd like to know, but only because it will have me thinking of you in all of the various possibilities that the day or evening will bring with whatever man it is. My brain will conger up all sorts of sex-laden situations with you doing outrageous things with him ... or her. Do it. Send me a text or even a photograph or video clip. Make me a cuckold or some kind of man you're teasing to the limits."

"That goes both ways. If you were to tell me you had a 'hot date' for dinner along with a picture of some beautiful woman, I'd flood my crotch thinking about you fucking the shit out of her as dessert. I'd want to hear all about it, too, plus I might like to lick her clean after you're done." Ginger giggled.

I chuckled and asked, "What about the element of time? How much time will you spend with this person? Would you go away and leave me for a weekend or week with him or her? What about a date night or overnight?"

Ginger thought about those as we ate. She said, "If we're getting to where we're making decisions to spend more time with someone else than each other, I think that's very dangerous. I think the underlying motivation is more important. We spend a lot of time apart as it is, what with our crazy traveling and meeting up in places a thousand miles from home.

"On the other hand, I can think of a situation where some guy I've met suggests some kind of special weekend for some unique event. I might like to go, and yet there's nothing dangerously romantic about it. I could imagine a trip to New York for some unique performance, just to create one scenario."

I said, "We should maybe talk about what it is ahead of time. I wouldn't object to evenings or overnights, those are arousing. As a steady diet, they become dangerous."

Gin said, "Unless we're in the situation together, I think we shouldn't be apart for sexual endeavors alone more than one day or evening a week. More than that, something may be developing that'd be hard to put the brakes on."

"On the other hand, if we run into a situation at one of our client sites where we can have beautiful sex every night, I'd say go for it."

Gin nodded, "Okay. I like that and it's more in keeping with reality."

I commented, "I guess we also eliminated the locale in that discussion, at least by way of your scenario. We can be anywhere geographically."

Gin said, "I agree. We can be anywhere geographically. Sleepovers are also fine if the other isn't around. I'm thinking about what we're each on the road and have met somebody special."

"I agree."

Gin said, "What about when we can be together?"

"If we can be together then I think it's fine to put the emphasis of the night on the other people we aren't normally with. I think I will like the idea of watching you having sex with someone else – male or female. I watched you kiss Doug and fondle his cock; my God that was arousing. I felt a jolt right to my cock."

Gin said, "I'd love to have him fuck me right next to you fucking Jo or Beth. I'd have so many orgasms just from the visual stimulation. When you and each of the women were nude and hugging I flooded out sex juices."

I teased, "Fucking side-by-side can be arranged." After a pause I added, "If we have the option to remain together versus going off to separate rooms I'd like us to opt for staying together so we can watch each other. I'd really like the opportunity to watch you, although I might be preoccupied with my own partner."

"I like that, too," Gin said. She added, "When we are apart and we know something is going on, I also think we should have some kind of a rule that we check-in with each other every few hours. I think there are multiple benefits of that."

"I like that. I don't think we need to get up in the middle of the night to do it, but if you were on an overnight, I'd like a text maybe as you go to bed or whatever, and then when you get up."

"Yeah, me, too." Gin was thinking about other areas.

I added, "On a related point, if one of us isn't around but is nearby, I think the other has permission to start up something and follow their bliss. Say I'm on my way home from some gig and you have another Jacuzzi experience. I'd say go ahead and turn it into a small orgy and get your brains fucked out even though my arrival is imminent. You don't have to wait."

"Good idea, you too," Gin said.

I said, "One thing I want to emphasize is that at no time do we disrespect the other person. If someone asks about how we're into this new lifestyle, we are doing it by mutual agreement. We are open, communicative, and honest about what's going on. Everyone is respected just as they are now. There are no slurs or excuses or anything needed to justify behavior or what not."

I went on, "If someone we are seeing starts to undermine or bad talk the other of us, I think that should be grounds for reexamining what you're doing and also calling it the other's attention. No badmouthing. We honor each other all the time and make sure our partners do, too."

Gin said, "I agree. Neither of us should 'slut shame' the other, too. For instance, I don't want to make love with Doug, and have that open a door where you can call me names or things I don't want. I know we play talk some of that stuff, but maybe we should reconsider or at least be highly sensitive to any name-calling – like calling me a slut. Maybe it's the setting and motivation it's used in. I don't mind it in the heat of passion, though."

I said, "Maybe in the same vein, if one of us vetoes a person the other is interested in, I think that should stick, at least until we can have a calm, cool, and collected discussion about why the veto has been levied."

"Oh, that's good. One of us might be losing their objectivity and the other can see the whole picture and where the relationship might be headed. I like that."

I commented, "I think we also want to be careful about who we're engaging, especially if they're married or in a relationship with someone else. We don't want to become the 'Other Woman' or 'Other Man' in some deteriorating relationship. We need to honor the people we're thinking of hooking up with just as we want them to honor our relationship and both of us.

Gin nodded, "I agree and I have one more thought. When either of the kids is home I think that we should hide our involvement with our neighbors and anybody else. I don't want to be in a position where we have to explain our sex life and proclivities and open marriage to them."

I nodded. "Well said. Even if they did find out, I think they should mind their own business. No problem with me on keeping it quiet. I think they're pretty self-centered so wouldn't notice anything that didn't directly affect them in some way."

We were thoughtful and finished up our lunch and drinks. We walked around the area a bit, playing tourists in an area only a couple of miles from our home. Once we were in the car on the way home, Gin asked, "What now?"

"Let's write it up, re-read it, be sure we still like it, and show it to our new friends for their suggestions. They've been in this game longer. Doug kind of suggested that they'd written theirs down as well, so our request probably won't be a surprise."

That afternoon I finished my proposal and ran it by Ginger for her comments and editing. While she was doing that I typed up what I could remember from our lunch discussion. My memory is pretty good, so I thought I had a credible rendition.

She gave me back my client proposal and I gave her the two pages of bullet points that represented our Open Marriage Agreement. Leave it to two left-brain consultants to turn some freelance sex into bullet points. Gin had some good additions and edits, and then printed out the pages. We were ready to talk to our neighbors, but I suggested that we get more of a definitive expression of their desire to engage in sex with us before we took them for granted by asking for their input to our OMA.

At cocktail time, I poured us each a glass of wine; we put on bathing suits, and went outside for a late afternoon swim in the pool. We were just getting out of the pool when Jo came through the gap in the hedge separating our lot from theirs.

Jo gave us each short kisses and then she stood in front of me with her hands on her hips. She looked challenging. She said clearly, "Are you Wolf and SteveWallace?"

I tried to play dumb for a moment, not exactly knowing how much she knew. "Wolf? Steve Wallace?" I postured.

"Yes, Wolf – the writer of erotica on the Internet. You wrote a short story about your new neighbors and put it up two days ago, right after we had our sexy time with both of you in our hot tub. I expect I'll see the same story under the name SteveWallace, too."

I nodded, "Oh, that Wolf. Yes, I am that persona. That's my pseudonym when I write. I have several others, too, but on another website – SteveWallace, Romantic1, and TLCgiver. Usually, I write about some polyamorous situation, but most of my stories are laced with a lot of hot sex. I believe in happy endings, too."

Jo smiled, "I know. I read a few of the shorter ones. I thoughtRoad Trip andDad and the Emo Girlwere some of the best stories I'd ever read. I was going to ask you earlier, but I got sidetracked. The description of the situation, the house, the geography, and local restaurants, all caught my attention. I had started to narrow it down when your new story went up. That's about us, isn't it?"

I chuckled, "Not yet, it's not."

"Jo laughed, "You mean because we haven't had sex yet. I liked being Joan in the story; not too transparent you might say. Beth became Bethany, and Doug became Don. You did a piss poor job of disguising who you were writing about." She laughed.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Only that you haven't made love to me the way the character Steve in the story does with Joan."

I commented, "I didn't do that expecting you to find the story, and even if I did I was not writing to put pressure on you to do something with me or Ginger."

"Oh, yes, I forget that Ginger became Ginny in your story. You lack imagination when it comes to names."

"So, are we still friends?" I asked in a sincere tone.

"Oh, heck yes. Beth and Doug are at home reading different stories I recommended to them. We already like the way you write. Now, we just have to complete the story you started with us in it."

I smiled, "Maybe there's no ending to it. I have trouble ending most of my stories, especially the long ones."

"Maybe we can all help by tossing ideas around with you."

"I'll remember that. In the meantime, we have a couple of pages that Ginger and I were talking about earlier that we'd like someone or all of you in your family to read and help us with." I went to the table and took the two pages out from under one of the paperweights we use outside.

Jo took the pages and read, "Oh, an Open Marriage Agreement. This sounds interesting. This is for the two of you. The fact you're doing this ahead of time is a huge step in the right direction to keep conflicts and ill feelings from erupting."

I handed Jo a pen, and she sat at the table and started to read. I noted that she kept nodding. Ginger came and sat next to me.

At the end of the two pages, Jo turned to us. "Who, what, why, where, when, and how. You've got most of them covered. Let me ask you this; why do you want to have sex or relationships outside your marriage?"

Ginger and I were silent. We looked at each other.

I said, "Jo, I am drawn to Beth and you in ways I find hard to explain without using romantic terminology or somewhat coarser sexual vocabulary. I like you both a lot and I like Doug, but not in a sexual way. That's not my thing. I would like to get closer to you, to bond with you, and to be extremely physical with you.

"You arouse me. You are sexy and say and do sexy things, things that intrigue me and make me horny and desirous of you two. You are not an alternative to Ginger. You are an AND not an OR to me. I am not a cheater, and would never pursue anything without Ginger and Doug and Beth being part and parcel of the whole scene. Those pages are part of being sure we're on the same page.

Ginger spoke, "I am in the same place Steve is, except I do want a sexual relationship with Doug. I will only do that if it poses no risk to the relationships he has with Beth and you. We're not cheaters and we don't want to encourage others to do that just to satisfy our arousal, horniness, and attraction to them."

I picked up the thread again, "I am not bored or disenchanted with my marriage or Ginger. I love her with all my heart. I am discovering I can have those feelings AND rising affection for at least two other women. I guess if you want to add in maybe Ginger and I are suffering from some kind of mid-life crisis. We want our cake and eat it, too. We want our great marriage AND interesting, enriching, exciting, sexual, and intriguing relationships with other people."

Ginger was nodding in agreement as I talked.

Jo handed the pages back to us, "Then I have no comments. This is deeper and better thought out than the one Doug, Beth, and I did. You are both serious about this, and this shows a lot of caring about each other the way you wrote this and the subjects you addressed. Thank you sharing. Maybe some day soon we'll share ours with you in a turnabout."

Jo said, "Doug, Beth, and I talked about swapping with you two last night when we were in bed. You already know we like you both – a lot. We're as drawn to you as you apparently are to us. We have done a few things to each other to test our ability to withstand jealousy or other dark feelings. We had none.

"You are not at risk of having one or two of us start to depend on you for emotional, intellectual, or spiritual support. Moreover, we believe in transparency the same way you apparently do." She gestured to the pages.

"We're not on an ego trip, are not collecting notches on our bed post, and we have no kinks, fetishes, or weird BDSM desires to worry about, so leave the handcuffs at home. We're pretty plain vanilla. You've watched us. There isn't much more except our desire to be with you."

I said, "I think that once we start we will want to continue. Neither Ginger nor I are looking at our relationship with you three as a one-time transaction."

Jo came and kissed me in a very tender way, and then repeated the kiss with Ginger.

Jo said, "Let's go next door, and tell the others that we're all ready to share ourselves with each other in a large body of friends and lovers."

The five of us ate together in a makeshift dinner with dishes from both homes. We were all half-naked. For the men, that meant little, but the three women were topless and enjoying the open air and the sun on their full bodies as they moved in and out of the sunny spots on Doug, Beth, and Jo's patio.

The sun had pretty well gone by the time we finished dinner. We sat around talking about the pros and cons of a new condominium project about a mile away but still on Palma Sola Bay. We worried about the impact on our property values.

Doug stood and stripped off his bathing suit. The rest of us shed our remaining clothing and we either dove or walked down the steps into the swimming pool. Ginger and I loved skinny-dipping, so this was somewhat routine for us particularly at times like this when we weren't as visible to boats in the bay. What wasn't routine was that I ended up with the naked bodies of Jo and Beth in my arms, and Doug caressed my wife's nude body to his. There was a lot of kissing and touching going on, too.

Both girls had me put my hands on their breasts. I'd never been with two women at the same time before. In fact, Ginger was the only woman I'd ever been with and I knew I was the only man she'd ever had sex with.

Beth and Jo took turns kissing me. I felt their erect nipples glide back and forth across the palm of my hand and my chest. This was some new kind of heaven.

Jo led me to the shallow end and had me sit on the side. I guessed what was coming, but when it happened I about blasted my load. Both Beth and Jo started to slaver over my cock, one taking the end in their mouth as the other ran their set tongue down the side and then lapped and played with my balls.

On top of what was happening to me, a few feet away Ginger was on the side of the pool and Doug had just lowered his head to perform cunnilingus on her. She jerked almost violently when his tongue made first contact with her sex, and then moaned as his entire mouth covered her clit and he started to lap and make love to her. My cock got harder than granite watching the two of them.

Beth knew how to bring me to the edge and back me down. The third time she did that, I slid back into the water and lifted her onto the edge of the pool. I lifted Jo up next to her co-wife. My face went into Beth's crotch with my tongue ready for action. Fingers of my right hand sought out Jo, just the way I'd watched Doug do to them one night not too long ago.

Beth came, and I immediately moved my mouth to Jo's slit and clit, as my fingers gently massaged Beth's sex.

Jo teased me with dirty talk. "Which of us are you going to fuck first? You have two willing pussies that have wanted your cock deep inside them for weeks. Can you cum in both of us? We love to be awash with our lover's cum. If you do that maybe you'd like to watch the two of us do a sixty-nine and eat your cum out of each other? Do you eat cum? Doug will eat his cum from our pussies. We need to show you how to do that. It's really sexy except you get a lot more of us than you do of what you deposit in us. Beth and I generate gallons of girl juice and reliable sources tell us it tastes like the nectar of the gods."

My tongue was going wild inside Jo, until she too orgasmed, nearly crushing me as her legs came together around my head.

The three of us moved to one of the large chaises. I looked back at Ginger and she had been sucking on Doug's large shaft as he sat on the pool's edge. They also rose and went to another chaise that was only six feet from the one my trio claimed.

I was so erect I could have pounded nails with my cock. Jo pushed me down and mounted my mid-section. Beth said, "Jo is going to go first, but save some for me. You're going to eat me while she fucks you."

I grinned, "Not yet. I want to see Ginger and Doug couple for their first time."

Beth smiled and then made sure I had a good line of sight to their chaise.

Ginger layback and spread her legs wide. They were going to start in the missionary position, but I knew this was Gin's favorite because she also liked to the dominated a little.

Doug moved between her legs and she took hold of his shaft. She jerked him back and forth a few times and she said, "Now! Do it. Do me. OH, God. Please!" She let him go and he slapped his swollen cock against her slit. He leaned forward slightly, positioned the head about right and pushed forward. There was no trace of resistance. He slid inside my wife in one slow and complete penetration.

Ginger's moan of pleasure was unmistakable and will remain in my head forever. Another man was now fucking my wife, and I watched it happen. I'd watched the cock get positioned and then push into her body inch by inch until there was nothing left to see except their two naked bodies as they started to dance together – to fuck.