Halloween Postlude Ch.6

Over the three months after we made the deal, a lot has happened.

We moved Ellen in to our house and tried to settle everyone in. Our house had three bedrooms upstairs and a den/office downstairs. We gave the boys one of the upstairs bedrooms, kept one as an office, and set up an adult bedroom downstairs.

Right afterward, we found a house and it might just be perfect. Our wonderful broker helped arrange the loan and found us a house in Clairemont -- one of the big old houses -- but the owner had been turning it into a duplex and died before he finished. Almost everything was done except the entry remodeling; the stair to the 2nd floor still went up from the 1st floor living room. He'd planned to frame a little entry hall and add two front doors.

The upstairs had three bedrooms (one large and two medium and two bathrooms) and den/living room with an attached open kitchen.

The downstairs had three bedrooms (two and what had been a large dining room), one bathroom, a huge living room, and a large old-school kitchen.

When she showed it to us, our realtor looked at us meaningfully and commented that "when... if... you want to split the house, it would be very easy, and unless zoning changed, it would be legal."

So all it needed was some new appliances downstairs, and to redo the floors and walls in the downstairs living room.

We bought it and the estate let us start the work during the short escrow.

One problem solved.

Living together was shockingly easy. Most of our time was dinners and weekends, and the boys occupied most of that. Ellen gave Shelly and I a date night each week, and she went out from time to time. We had always gone to kids stuff together so not much changed there.

And while sex hadn't been a problem, somehow, the sex got even better - we even had the first in a series of simultaneous orgasms.

It is just amazing when you and your partner come together? How their wave of pleasure amplifies yours which in turn amplifies theirs and back and forth until the wave just collapses on you? Well, let me tell you than when there are three of you... it's a ton better.

Friday nights kind of became the main 'we all fuck' nights... the kids were tired from daycare so they went to bed early, and we seldom social obligations on Fridays.

One Friday, I got across the bridge late, and walked into a quiet downstairs. There was a dinner waiting for me in the oven, but I'd had a work lunch so I headed upstairs. The big bedroom upstairs was the designated 'yee-haw' room. Nominally it was Shelly's and my bedroom, but practically, whoever was fucking that night took it, and who ever wasn't slept in the small bedroom downstairs. So the dresser had a drawer for toys and one for lubes and oils; the bathroom had extra towels that we often found useful. The shower was barely big enough for the three of us, but it served.

I checked on the boys, and they were asleep. The baby monitor was lit, so someone was paying attention.

I walked down the hall toward the light under the bedroom door.

Shelly and Ellen were on the bed; Ellen was on her back, knees in the air displaying her dripping pink pussy lips framed by matted light brown curls as Shelly faced me, straddling her face and humping her hips back and forth as Ellen's tongue ran over her swollen lips and the giant red hood over her clit. Ellen's breasts were swollen by the pregnancy, and Shelly was circling the swollen nipples with her fingers.

I'd been dropping clothes as I walked into the room, and by the time I got to the bed I was naked and very hard.

I ran my tongue over Ellen's pussy, feeling the small inner lips just sticking out past the puffy outer ones, noting how soaked it already was, and assumed they'd been doing this long enough for Ellen to have come at least once. She moved appreciatively and opened her legs wider.

I moved up and positioned the head of my cock at her entrance and looked up at Shelly who hungrily watched me slowly sink into Ellen's pregnant pussy, with thicker juices, a swollen cervix and internal ridges and bumps that were swollen and softer. I pushed deep into her and held myself in her, and Shelly moved her arms to my back and supported herself. I could feel the tension in her fingers and knew she was close. I looked up at her face, wound up and tight as she bit her lip and then tossed her head back and gasped out her pleasure as she came on Ellen's tongue.

"Fuck yes! I'm there... yes please suck it please please OH OH YES!"

Her shoulders lurched and I felt her hands holding her weight on my back relax and then felt her slump forward and then jerk as aftershocks of pleasure controlled her.

I've always been mildly concerned that on my best days, the women I fuck seem to have better orgasms with other women than with me. But that's a topic for another day.

I had kept myself pressed deep into Ellen and felt her walls pulsing slightly as she was coming close to her orgasm so I started sliding in and out of her just a little bit -- maybe an inch. That kept the head of my cock rubbing over the swelling lump of her cervix, and in a moment she arched her back and I felt her walls clench around me. She made noises muffled by Shelly's crotch straddling her mouth, and as the grip of her pussy relaxed, I pressed deep and suddenly I was pulsing cum into the back of her pussy. As my aftershocks died down, I pushed myself up on my arms and Shelly leaned down so we could kiss. We both tasted like Ellen.

I pulled slowly out of Ellen, softening as I did and rolled myself to her side. Shelly stretched forward and gently kissed Ellen's matted fur, then lay on her in a kind of postcoital 69.

I ran my hand over my wife's ass as she lay atop my ex- and tried to decide how big the explosion was going to be if this ever blew up.

She wiggled her ass under my hand and raised herself to all fours, then turned around so she was lying on Ellen, then wrapped her knees around Ellen's waist, offering up both of their pussies for sex, I thought.

Ellen pushed her up and said "Wait." She wasn't showing yet, but I wondered if the pressure was too much. Shelley sat up, and Ellen scootched around so her feet were toward the headboard, then spread her legs and moved further up the bed.

Shelly moved over her in a sixty-nine and commented appreciatively on the cum dripping out of Ellen's lips.

I was half hard again and moved behind Shelly; Ellen leaned her head up and started licking me and that took care of getting me fully hard. I ran the tip over Shelly's swollen red inner lips as Ellen licked the hood over her clit, and then slid in, feeling Ellen's tongue on me and Shelly as I did.

I could see Shelly's head bent down between Ellen's legs and hear her mouth and tongue working on her cum-laden pussy.

I buried myself as deeply as I could in Shelly and felt the small pressures of Ellen licking her as I did, then I slid out and felt Ellen's tongue on the bottom of my shaft and was somehow even harder as I pressed in and out for a while. Ellen's tongue started being a little erratic and I watched her legs spread wider and I knew she was getting close and then I realized that Shelly's back muscles were taut and then her pussy felt like all the muscles around it were straining and I felt the warmth and movement in my balls and as I gasped and the heat of pleasure rose through my cock and splash out into Shelly who grunted as I felt her walls spasm. Ellen's legs shook and all we heard were grunts, growls and cries as I shot into Shelly as she came and Ellen came under her tongue. The three of us twitched and groaned and gasped together, and as I felt the last pulses of my own pleasure, I felt Shelly's pussy softly contract around me and watched Ellen's knees shake one last time. We pulled apart, and lay holding each other, with Ellen backwards between Shelly and I -- her feet at the top of the bed and her head at the bottom.

I looked over Ellen's legs at my wife, who had her arms wrapped around Ellen's legs and a smile of utter satisfaction.

The next morning, the kids discovered us.

Four-year old Ted walked in before dawn as we all slept together. We all woke in a panic, and Shelly sat up and took him in her arms.

"Why is mommy here?" he asked.

Shelly said "Mommy got scared, so she came to be with Dad and Shelly Mommy. You and your brother get scared and come to bed with us or with Mommy sometimes, too."

"Yes. I'm scared now."

She held the blanket up and he climbed in and we all fell back asleep.

At breakfast, Ellen said that she was scared about moving to the new house so she came and got into our bed. But that she didn't want Ted to tell anyone because she was embarrassed at being scared.

Ted looked at her thoughtfully. "You tell me never to be embarrassed at being scared."

"It's different when you're a grown-up. Now we're getting ready to move to the new house together until the baby is born. And I'm nervous. But please, we can't tell anyone mommy is a scaredy cat."

Shelly and I looked at each other. We both had the same thought. How long before the world is staring through our windows and judging?

I also ordered a privacy lock for the bedroom.

That weekend, I met our new neighbor.

Wednesday, I met the contractor at the new house. He was on schedule, and just slightly behind budget, which made him a true unicorn.

We stood in front of the house and talked, then shook hands. He headed for his truck, and I stood looking thoughtfully at the new house. The next-door neighbor was standing on her porch watching us. As he left, she walked out and walked up to me.

She was early 60's, dressed in a purely academic style -- a combination of 1960's counterculture (the fringed suede vest) and Anne Taylor (coarse houndstooth skirt and floppy-collared blouse).

She introduced herself as Sarah and explained that she was a professor at Cal. Psychology. Her husband had just retired as a professor of statistics.

"You just bought the place? Going to finish turning it into a duplex? Going to live in it?"

"Lots of questions!"

"Yes. I do that."

"So my name is Van. I'm going to live there with my wife Shelly we share custody of and our two toddler sons with my ex- Ellen. She's going to stay with us for a while -- she's pregnant and we're helping her out."

"That's decent of you. Your child?"

We'd talked about how to answer this. "Doesn't matter to me. He or she will be a part of our family."

"But is it yours?"

I looked at her and cocked my head. "Why does that matter?"

Sometime during our conversation her affect changed. She went from an amiable, slightly abstracted neighbor to a professor who saw a research paper in me.

"Well, if you're having sex with your ex-wife that's kind of interesting."

I laughed, and suggested she wait to meet us all because we were much less interesting than that.

I drove home to Northside and sighed. This was going to be an interesting year.

We'd kind of let strict scheduling slide, as long as Shelly and I got 3 nights together.

Over dinner, we talked about the neighbor and the new house.

Once we got the kids to bed, we sat and talked about being found out.

Shelly stopped us. "What the hell? What are we freaking about? That someone might disapprove of our sex lives? We're going to be fine. No one would believe that Van's ex loves sucking on my clit."

Ellen shrugged and made a face. "It's a pretty awesome clit. I don't get nearly enough time with it."

I spent my first night alone with my ex- and yes, it was kind of weird.

Shelly was serious about Ellen and I spending a little time together; we were both uncertain but a combination of wanting to go along and lust made us step through the bedroom door the first time.

I followed her up the stairs and we both paused, but without saying anything, we walked down the hall and she opened the bedroom door and turned on the light.

Without looking at me she faced the bed, shucked off her shoes then her underwear and pulled up her dress as she bent over the edge of the bed and then crawled on, presenting herself to me. I'd kicked off my shoes and socks and dropped my pants and underwear as I walked to the bed, so I stood behind her and ran the tip of my cock over her already slick lips and slid into her, marveling at how quickly she was always ready.

This wasn't going to be lovemaking. It was going to be a hard sweaty fuck between two people who knew exactly where each other's physical buttons are. I held her hips and drove into her as she buried her face in the pillow and made high pitched groaning noises. In a moment, I felt her legs start to quiver, then felt her walls start to flutter around me and then her juices flowed as her pussy grabbed my cock and she cried out.

I kept myself pressed into her until her orgasm subsided then started driving into her again, and after a moment began making my own noises as I pumped into her. She fell forward, with me on top and still in her, her light skirt still bunched between us and we caught our breath.

I was still half hard and inside her as she reached her hand down and began rubbing her clit and reaching down and rubbing the base of my cock where it entered her. I slowly grew inside her as she got more and more excited and began pushing her hips up against my weight. A moment later, she clenched around me, her sharp breathing her only sound. I rolled to my side, pulling her with me and staying in her and we spooned as she lifted her top leg and hooked her foot behind my knee.

She reached down and played with my balls so I reached over and wet my finger with our juices and started rubbing her clit until she couldn't take it any more and shoved my hand aside to start rubbing herself. I felt her breathing change and then she was gasping and a moment later as I pushed deep into her and pressed against the lump of her womb, she grabbed me which her entire pussy and clenched and released and clenched and released as her leg shook. I licked my finger and gently reached for her clit, but her hand was already actively moving and as she started another orgasm, I jerked and shook as I had my own, feeling my cock pulsing into her as her pussy walls held me tightly.

When we were done, we relaxed against each other and caught our breath. Neither of us had said a word, and I wasn't sure how to start. We dozed off for a bit.

We woke up in just a bit, our clothes tangled, and both got up to strip. After we did, I lay down and she looked at me and then reached between her legs and pushed her fingers up into herself. She pulled them out coated with her clear juices and globs of my white cum, then licked them clean, looked me coolly, put on a robe and walked out to the bathroom.

I put on my underwear and went to the master to brush my teeth. Shelly was curled up on the bed already asleep, and I moved quietly to keep from waking her up.

When I got back, Ellen was in bed, and when I got in with her, she patted me and fell asleep. I was close behind.