Threesome Next Door Ch. 22-28 - End

We lay together and I cuddled Ash to my naked body for a few minutes. Eventually, she said, "I think I'm leaking."

I looked in mock horror at her. "Oh, we can't have that now, can we? We must be neat and tidy in all things sexual." I slithered down her body and latched onto her leaky pussy with my mouth. Ash looked positively amazed.

My tongue started to lick, and my suction started, pulling the cum from deep inside her to my mouth. A few minutes and she jerked to another orgasm and moaned. "Mom, did you see what he did? He ate me after we had sex and gave me another orgasm. Holy shit! No one has ever done that to me." Aftershock: Richter 5.7.

Next to us, I saw that Dave was duplicating my moves again. He'd cum in Marsha, and was eating her out again as she moaned and slapped the bed in her writhing and happiness. After a minute or two of doing that, I caught his eye and gave a flipping gesture. He grinned.

I stood and Dave rolled into my place where he immediately started to munch on Ash's pussy, just as I'd been doing. I lay down between Marsha's legs and picked up where Dave had left off. There was no residual cum for either of us to worry about, but the implication was there.

A few more orgasms and some foreplay later, we mounted our new partners and continued to drive each other crazy with our joyous sex. Later, I moved Marsha to the other bed in my room and we took a nap, as Dave and Ash dozed in a heavy cuddle. We made love to the mother-daughter pair in the middle of the night again, only midway through our fuck Dave and I switched again and I ended up fucking Ashley to a mind-bending orgasm about four a.m. I cuddled her and we fell asleep together.

Dave and I were wide-awake in the client conference room at eight a.m. filling in a white board that had a complex matrix of criteria for their M&A on it. We'd already checked in with Marsha's secretary, but Marsha hadn't come into the office yet. She'd called in that she might be a few minutes late because she was having an unexpected breakfast with her daughter.

I had Ginger on the phone even though it was late in Tuesday evening. On my end, Dave and I were taking a break by raiding the mini-frig in my hotel room. We had the munchies. Marsha and Ashley were stretched out on one of the beds. They were naked, wet, panting, smelled of sex, had cum on them in various places, and claimed they were the happiest women on the planet. I snapped a picture of the two with their sexy bodies on display lying side-by-side and sent it to Ginger.

She giggled and told me, "You two are devils. As for this end, thanks to Emma, we've just had the hotel manager visit our room asking us to tone down the shrieking and moaning." Ginger said, "I can control myself. Emma can't when she is in some kind of sexual heaven. She's never had so much sex in such a short time period. Each orgasm is like her first and it's magnificent for her. She's as noisy as Stacy."

I heard some rustling and a male voice that sounded like Blake moaned in the distance. Emma took over the call a few seconds later, "Steve, I love you. About what Ginger just said, I feel like my sex life went from zero to a million miles an hour in a week. I'm so happy I've rediscovered this part of my life. I even sent a picture to my husband Dale that Ginger took of Blake fucking me earlier tonight. It was graphic; he could see everything including his cock sticking into my pussy. Dale loved it. He wants more. I sent him three really explicit pictures of Ginger getting fucked by Luke, and now he wants to fuck her, too. Is that okay?"

I chuckled, "Ginger is her own person. She'll make her own arrangements. I'm fine with whatever she decides ... AND, I'm glad you found a corner of paradise to call you own."

Emma enthused, "I had to promise the hotel manager, Ginger, Luke, and Blake that I'd be quieter from now on. I guess we disturbed someone on one side of this room or the other." She giggled, "I was naked when I was talking to him and I had Blake's cum running down my leg. He was really flummoxed about talking to me that way. I think he liked my tits; he kept staring at them." She giggled.

I laughed, "Emma, you are a case. Ginger, Stacy, and I love you, too, and I'm glad we hired you. You fit in so well with the rest of us." After a few more words we ended our call for the night.

Emma brought Dale by the house at ten on Saturday morning to meet us and to show him her 'office'. I took a couple of minutes as they got a house tour from Ginger and Emma to alert Ethan and Jillian that they would want to be with us the rest of the weekend because an impromptu party was brewing. Jillian had been sleeping many nights with Troy. Troy's roommate got some side benefits somewhere along the line.

Dale eventually sat with me over a cup of coffee. He bluntly admitted to having some cuckold tendencies when it came to his wife Emma. He didn't at all care for the disrespect or humiliation part of that lifestyle, but he loved the idea of his wife fucking other men, provided that she was happy, fulfilled, and safe.

He was sincere and shook my hand and thanked Ginger and me for doing exactly that for Emma and then introducing her to our neighbors and clients. Dale said, "I would like to know some of the men, like you and your neighbors, but then I also get off when the men are total strangers to me that I'll probably never meet like Luke and Blake are up in New York. By the way, I have a request. I'd really like to watch Emma sometime in the case where you or your neighbors are doing her. Would you'd allow that?" He looked so eager.

I told him, "Yes." I liked the idea of him watching while I was fucking Emma again, and explained that most of us in our little sex club had strong exhibitionist streaks in our psychological profiles. We were both voyeurs and performers.

Ginger and Stacy went to work on Dale. The success of the seduction was a foregone conclusion because once they make up their minds they're irresistible. He got two for the price of one, and distinguished himself with his oral skills and quick recovery times. Given his admission of being a cuckold that got off on his wife fucking other men, I didn't think he behaved differently than Brad, Doug, or me. I always loved to watch Ginger, so I was in sympathy with him.

Our neighbors came over and joined us about noon, and the circle of naughty men and women broadened considerably. Dale was in seventh heaven watching Emma with Doug and then Brad. His brain blew apart when he discovered that Emma was somewhat bisexual and loved to have sex with other females, especially if they were drippy with the cum from one of the men. Emma ate pussy-after-pussy on and off all that afternoon, or got similar treatment from the other women.

As it turned out, Dale fit in quite well. He initially fit well into Ginger's pussy and then that of Stacy and then those of Beth, Jo, and Megan, as we had our usual Saturday 'open season on sex' with our neighbors. He was the energizer bunny so long as he got to watch Emma getting her pussy plowed by one cock or another.

I had called Dave at lunch and invited him to our bacchanalia. He explained that he was still with 'an overnight date', and asked whether he could bring her. I explained the possible issues to him and he promised he'd consider all of them and even discuss them with his weekend date before showing up.

Dave and a cute young woman named Katherine Yates showed up an hour later just as some of us finished lunch and recharging our batteries. A few others were already done. I answered the front door wearing only athletic shorts and talked to the two of them. Katherine, or Kat as she insisted, instantly handed me a copy of her health test and grinned. "Dave said you are the most libertine people on the planet. Is that true?"

"Yes. Does that shock you?"

"No, it excites me. I'm here because of what he described and how I want to participate. I've never done anything like this, but I always knew I had an inner slut trying to get out. Is that okay? I promise to be a good guest -- maybe even great." She flashed a lecherous grin.

I opened the front door wider and invited Kat into the house. Dave followed and gave me a wink. Brad had just started fucking Emma on the living room sofa, so became the first clue for Kat and Dave about the arc of the rest of the afternoon and evening. Dale was cuddling Stacy in a chair; she was stroking his cock and he had three fingers in her cunt trying to bring her off.

Kat was what I call a cute chunky blonde. She had a pretty face, a great set of knockers, but carried about twenty pounds of weight more than she should. The result was a sexy and cushy girl that, as it turned out, liked to fuck and wiggle around with a cock inside her with parts of her vibrating like a bowl of Jell-O. God, she liked to fuck and was amazingly good at it. She nearly took me apart and reassembled me as we spent our first hour together at Dave's suggestion. If she and Dave had been together for a long time, I knew where he'd honed his skills that so pleased the client women we'd been with the previous couple of weeks.

Emma had abandoned the fuck that was in progress after being sure Brad was all right, and then taken hold of Dave so he could meet her husband. Stacy also came up in her beautiful nakedness to meet Dale. In short order, Dale and Stacy got it on as Dave again made love to Emma only a few feet away so that her husband got to watch. We had a very busy living room. Ginger and our neighbors were similarly busy on our shaded patio.

It got busier when only minutes later Jillian arrived home with her boyfriend Troy in tow. The two of them leapt into the sexual encounters like puppy dogs finding new toys. They had pussy and cock to share with everybody, and everybody welcomed the enthusiastic twosome. There really was a 'more the merrier' philosophy around the house that day.

About the time our visitors had fully integrated into the group and moved onto some of our neighbors, Ethan and Ellie arrived to pump some new blood into the proceedings. Ethan laughed when he saw all of the couplings going on around the house and patio. Ellie asked if there were any special rules about joining in. I simply aimed them into the living room and patio, suggesting that their clothes might be in the way.

When I was recharging at one point I walked around the house with my iPhone taking a movie. The patio was full of people; the living room was full of people; the media room was full and showing Jill Janes' porn to those in the room; the master bedroom was occupied; and the two guest rooms were also occupied with fucking people. What a great place to be on a Saturday afternoon.

Around five o'clock there was kind of natural break. People migrated to the patio and some plans for a cookout emerged. Emma, Ginger, and Brad volunteered to go to the local Publix supermarket and pick up everything we needed to feed the small army of hypersexual people that had amassed at our house. I made a run to the hardware store to get another canister of propane for my grill. Dave and other conscripts moved picnic tables and benches to our patio from next door. Other tables and chairs were carried in. Troy was given the job of setting up the massage table so we could play with it in the evening.

Dinner became a huge production as various foods were prepped, cooked when necessary, and then served. We had teams working each of the tasks that Ginger organized. I tended to the grill with the help of Dale and Doug. There were sixteen of us -- seven men and nine women.

Cleanup from dinner happened in record time just as the sun dropped below the horizon. Most of the group migrated to the swimming pool. The couples that emerged at that point were mostly people that did not normally interact. I coupled with Kat again and learned more about her, including her preferences in lovemaking. Dave discovered Jo and they were all over each other. Ethan found a willing partner in Stacy who he hadn't spent much time with on his past visits. Troy and Emma were drawn to each other. Dale found himself the object of affection by my daughter Jillian and our neighbor Beth. Ginger and Brad seemed content to make out together. I saw Doug eating Ellie as she sucked on Megan's pussy.

The evening progressed nicely from that point on. The air was warm and lovely for that time of year so all the chaises on our patio filled up with couples or threesomes making love. I was glad we'd bought more of them a month earlier.

Ginger organized a lot of the group into threesomes for the next round. I drew Ellie and Emma in her little 'draw names from a hat' game. Doug and Brad picked Kat -- and she looked ecstatic at the M-M-F threesome. Troy ended up with Ginger and Jo. Ethan and Dale chose Beth. And last, Dave happily joined with Megan, Stacy, and Jillian for a foursome that would tax his ability to please three women at a time. Some in the group had never been in either kind of threesome, at least not in the serious way Ginger instructed. She wanted to see serious and simultaneous involvement of all partners; no one was to be sitting off to the side awaiting their turn, so to speak.

I claimed the massage table with Ellie and Emma, and we started on Ellie until she convulsed into a huge orgasm on my tongue and Emma's fingers. When Emma got on the table and we started in on her, she pulled a Stacy, and got very loud very quickly.

Since the air was moist and tended to carry sound too well, I suggested that my group with Emma and the group Stacy was in go inside. Everyone knew they would be very vocal, and we didn't want the police to be visiting on a nice quiet night thinking that someone was being murdered at our house, when in fact all that would be happening is some beautiful women having one orgasm after another.

Dave had only just learned that Jillian was a bit of a porn star, and more of one every day. The studio seemed to be releasing one of her new videos every few days from her last week of work in L.A. months earlier. They'd also reworked some of here earlier ones. Jillian suggested her group go to the sofas in the media room, and she brought up on the screen one of her feature films that lasted just over an hour. She wasn't shy. The group really got turned on and did two rounds to everyone else's one.

The F-F-F-M foursome revealed great creativity. They were aided by the willingness of the girls to do the full range of things with each other, as well as a box of sex toys Jillian brought from one of her closets for them to play with. Mostly, though, one of the women was getting fucked as either the man or other woman ate the other girl not being fucked and the last woman got fingers as she made out with someone. As one point all four of them were on the massage table performing.

We did do some swapping around. Dave found my affinity for Jillian an interesting and eyebrow raising combination. Jillian was passionate about 'Daddy Love' as she kept playing that card during one swap next to him.

Emma was one of the individuals who received a sexy massage from Troy that evening. The younger man worked over her body like a master chef preparing a five star meal. I was surprised at his thoroughness and technique; especially since only a month or two earlier he'd been a pretty naïve virgin. Every aspect of her pleasure was carefully planned and executed with meticulous attention to detail. Emma's body jerked, twitched, writhed, and flailed as he touched her with every arousing part of his own body. She had orgasm after orgasm; even inspiring some of the others on the patio to their own climaxes as she enjoyed another one of hers. Somehow, she managed to minimize her shrieks, groans, and moans to a level not apt to draw neighborly attention.

Troy and Emma finally made love atop the table as most of the rest of us looked on, particularly Dale -- Emma's husband. Kat had gravitated to Dale as her serious weekend date put my wife through her paces on a nearby chaise. She'd sucked on him, fondled him, and finally gotten him to fuck on a chaise near the table where they could both watch Dale's wife put on a sex show with a young man that inspired everyone watching.

Dale filled Kat with a load of cum as Emma had one of her more spectacular orgasms on Troy's talented cock and stroking. Kat made Dale lick her clean, a point that gave him pause for thought because she'd also been fucking some of the other men before she coupled with him.

As Dale finished with Kat, Emma called him over. She said, "I asked Troy not to clean me up. He was going to lick me clean, but I want you to do it."

The couple locked eyes for over a minute, and then Dale got partway onto the table between his wife's legs and started to lap at the white effluent oozing from her vagina. Emma moaned her way to another orgasm.

Sunday night after our children, guests, and neighbors had headed home Ginger, Stacy, and I were cuddling in our bed. I was feeling my age. For two solid days we'd had a sixteen-person orgy. I'd spent time with each of the nine women who'd shown up for sexual play and I'd made myself proud.

"I need the work week to recover," I moaned.

Ginger laughed, "No, you have to go back to Houston and there are three women there who expect your stud services, and two more in Dallas for the end of the week."

Stacy teased, "And the two of us when you return home, plus all the others that were here this weekend."

Ginger asked, "Do you think you'll invite all your clients to our second official orgy weekend whenever we hold it?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I will. I've already mentioned it to the Houston crew and they're already packing even thought I told them it might not be until next February. Now that I know Marsha and Ashley are into group sex and exhibitionism I feel I can raise the subject with them. I'll let you know. We still have a few months. That said, we had a large group this weekend."

Stacy asked, "Where will people sleep if we invite everybody we know? It was tight last night. We were lucky people could sleep on the patio chaises."

Ginger giggled, "The more important question is where will people fuck?"

"Maybe we need more chaises and some futons," I speculated.

Stacy said, "I could order them online tomorrow unless you want me to travel with you?"

I replied, "I do. Pack your bag. My bad; we're going to Houston. Dave, too. Maybe while we're waiting for our flight we can order the stuff. I can look over your shoulder, and there's not a rush. We haven't even set a date."

After a long span of quiet when I thought maybe one or both of the women had fallen asleep, Stacy asked, "Do you mind having me living with you like this?"

Ginger gave a quick response, "Absolutely not. You're my wife, and I love you."

"Wife? Hmmm. It's not just the sex?" Stacy said.

I ventured, "Not at all, although that's nice. I agree with Ginger; you're like my second wife. I love you. If all the other sex stuff stopped, we'd still want you where you are right now with us. You have no need to question our love and commitment to you. You're family now. Is this different from how you feel about us?"

"Oh, no. I'm just having an insecure moment. I see some of the others in our sex group and I think they might be transient. I don't want to be that way with you. I like all of them, and I see no reason to pull in my horns and abandon what happened this weekend, but I want to be sure I have an anchor. I love both of you so much, and I respect you to the stars."

I said, "The open marriage and sex is a blessing and a curse. The sex is fun and all the orgasms are a blessing. We've met some beautiful people and we get to be intimate with them in ways that society would generally frown on.