Barstow - Neighborhood Lothario

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Our fourple is sitting in the kitchen picking at mostly empty dinner plates, lacking any hard plans for the evening. Jackson's phone has just gone off with the weird ringtone he's chosen for unknown numbers. Steve scowls at him for the obnoxious alert. He usually does on the rare instances somebody out of the blue calls Jax.

"Hello?" Jax answers, after noting that the number is a local landline.

"Is this Jackson? Jackson Foster?" asks the female voice.

"Yes."

"Hi. This is Roz."

"Roz?"

"Rosalyn Davenport, from down the street. You have a moment?"

Jax's eyes get really big, he blocks the microphone with his hand, and mouths to the others, "(Oh fuck! It's Davenport!)"

Cy, Em, and Steve try hard not to laugh out loud in their astonishment.

Back to his phone, "Sure. What's up?"

"Well... uh... I know Steve and Cyan have had a hard time with me, but Gloria suggested I contact you anyway. Would it be too forward to invite you over to my place for tea, dessert, and conversation tonight? I hope I'm not imposing."

"Gosh. This is unexpected. But no, I have no plans, and would enjoy the opportunity to meet you. Seven o'clock okay?"

"Perfect. See you then."

"Very good."

She ends the call.

Steve laughs. "Well that was awfully gracious of you, Jackson. What does she want?"

"To meet me. Tea and dessert."

"Out of the blue?"

"She's been talking to Gloria."

"Fuck, Jax."

"Yeah, that's what I think, too."

Emily and Cyan are snickering at this predicament.

"You gonna turn her down when she gets around to dropping hints?"

"Dunno. Depends."

"I need to warn you she is certainly an attractive lady. If she's kept her figure since the last time I saw her..."

"Oh boy."

"Totally up to you. I already told you guys she was a really good fuck back in the day."

"But you said something about her divorce being messy."

"Not all that bad. I knew I wasn't the only guy she was doing behind Gary's back, I was just the one who got caught. The love was gone between them and it all boiled down to support and distributing the assets. No kids."

"And she obviously got the house."

"I suspect Gary's still paying on the mortgage, too."

"You think he's still in her life? Maybe she has other guys now?"

"Not that I've noticed. No strange cars in her drive that I've seen. She does come and go on weekend nights. When I'm up early on Saturdays I'll occasionally see her arriving home. Make of that what you will."

"Bar pickups."

"Probably. She was hanging out at the Palomino Club while the divorce was in process."

"Palomino Club?"

"It's the bar inside the pizza joint on Webster. Used to be the preferred pickup bar around here, but not since the ownership change. My guess is she's found another place."

"Won't bring it up."

"It's 6:30, so you'd better get yourself gussied-up for 'er."

"Ha ha. What should I wear?"

"Comfy casual. Just be a neighbor."

"Okay. Thanks, Steve."

Jackson excuses himself to their bedroom.

Cyan and Emily burst into laughter.

Em starts, "Oh, this is going to be choice, Stevie!"

Cy confirms, "I hope it doesn't turn into a big mess!"

"It's all on him," Steve scowls. "I'm keeping my nose out of it."

"Yeah, right," Cyan snarks. Emily just chuckles at their silliness.

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Jackson steps to the front door at Roz Davenport's house and rings the bell.

The door swings open to a quite attractive, slender woman in her early forties, wearing skinny jeans and a nice blouse. No bra.

"Come on in, Jackson!" she cheerily greets, grinning on his noticing her nips poking into the gauzy fabric.

"Hi, Roz. Nice to meet you." He offers his hand for a light handshake, she takes it and lets it linger.

"Pleasure's all mine. Tea and cake is waiting for you in the kitchen. You know, Glo said you were a fine specimen. She was right about that!"

"Gosh. I was told you were lovely, too. Really nice."

"Have a seat. How is that bastard doing?"

"Steve? He's doing great."

"Judging from the parked cars at your place every weekend, he must be doing every woman in Christian County."

"I don't judge. But Sangamon County, too."

Roz laughs. "Along for the ride, you are?"

"I love him and Cyan, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, you're okay. He's a special person. Too bad we parted on not the best terms."

"So I gather. So Gloria intimated you needed to meet me."

"She did. And here you are."

"What did she say about me?"

"May I speak frankly?"

"Of course."

"Glo said you have a great bod, a really nice cock, and are a super fuck."

"Uhhhhh..."

"You weren't expecting that. I apologize. Too much too soon."

"No. You're okay. We've barely met, and already we're down to the truth."

"Your Steven taught me that."

"He cuts to the chase, that's for sure. Now that it's all out in the open, what are your plans for us?"

"For starters, chat here for a bit, and linger over the cake. Would you care for something a little stronger than tea?"

"I'll have whatever you're having."

"You sure about that? I suspect Steven told you I can bend an elbow with the best."

"He hinted."

"Thirty-year-old scotch it is, then." She reaches for a bottle in the cabinet above the fridge.

"He teach you that?"

"Nope. I was the one who brought that into the relationship. Did he tell you about the threesomes?"

"Oh, really? No."

"Cyan and I would take turns wearing his sorry ass out. Here."

They touch glasses commemorating what is looking like a promising friendship.

"Somehow I can see that. You and Cy have certain similarities."

"Skinny, for one. Don't care for kids. Like to screw... a lot. You said you love her."

"I do. When the four of us met it was nearly instant. Cy and I were sucked into each other hard, and Steve and Emily were... ohmygawd... two peas in a pod."

"Glo said something I didn't understand about you guys meeting in the desert."

"Sort of. Barstow. Wide spot in the road 'tween L. A. and Vegas. Em and I were hitchhiking trying to get to her parents' house in Albuquerque. Times were hard."

"And they picked you up. Those two can be over-sexed, so I'd guess their intent was to screw both of you."

"Nope. We had a Dalmatian puppy with us."

"Ohgawd. No wonder. Those dogs are sure a weakness for them. 'Specially Steve."

"But it didn't take too long before we realized that the four of us were deep into loving swinging, which just compounded the attraction."

"Well good for you guys. Jax?"

"Roz?"

She stands up from the table, downs the rest of her drink in one gulp, and starts to unbutton her blouse.

"No beating around the bush here, Jackson. You're going to fuck me. The bed is ready for us."

"We suspected this was the end game starting with the phone call."

"Steve didn't try to wave you off?"

Rosalyn kicked off her shoes there in the kitchen and is unbuttoning her jeans fly.

"Nope. I get the sense that he looks back fondly on what you guys had together. You haven't made it easy, however."

"No. It took me years to get over my snit from him blowin' me off after Gary left."

"Do you know that Judge Pendleton tore him a new asshole about his involvement in the whole affair?"

She sighs, "Yeah. Steve didn't say as much, but I eventually suspected that was the case. He broke it off when it came out in depositions that Gary discovered us in the act. You like what you see?"

"Uh huh. Surprised you're smooth. That's a young girl's game."

"I'm young, and I date around, Jackson. Your turn."

Roz softly gasps when Jax lowers his boxers. He's semi-hard.

"Glo was right. You have a nice one. All mine. At least for the moment."

Jackson manages a grimacing smile, and subtly shakes his head.

He sort of scolds, "Since you and Glo seem to enjoy talking about my private parts, are you two scheming a threesome?"

"No, not really. Multiples might be in you guy's playbook, but I got that out of my system with Cyan back then. Gloria and I might talk a good game, but I have no interest in being naked in the same room with her. One on one with a guy is my limit."

"It's not all that bad, Roz."

"To you. Glo told me you guys are nude nearly all the time at your place. She's seen it! Even your guests!"

"Saves on laundry."

"Very funny." She shakes her head. "Ready?"

"After you." They step down the hall to the bedroom. "Uh huh. Mmmm. Nice ass."

"Steve always said the same thing."

"Both of us are married to Cyan, Roz. We have similar tastes."

"Apparently. And you fuck around like he does, obviously. Here. On your back. I want to warm-up on you in cowgirl."

"Good enough." He lays down on the sheets, the bed already turned down for them.

Roz settles down on Jax, taking his penis into her, but it's not frantic. More like settling into a comfortable easy chair. She closes her eyes into the moment.

"You know I watch you guys' comings and goings with the parties. Some of what I saw out front was insane. Haven't seen that in over a year. What happened?"

"Steve and Emily were playing with her nude out on the old railroad field one evening and somebody called the cops. Cop didn't see it himself, so he couldn't make that one stick, but made it his mission to stake-out the house every chance he could. Chief Norton told Steve to cool it. Steve had to put everyone on notice."

"Ah. My favorite was like four years ago. About a dozen naked men were fighting with a bunch of college kids on the front lawn. Super Bowl Sunday, I think."

"Before our time there, but they told us about it. The frat bros were party crashers. They'd rushed the door."

"Anybody arrested?"

"They didn't say. But Steve said the chief told him to notify on the big parties and he'd add a unit to the patrol."

Roz gently bobs up and down on Jackson's cock. "Mmmm. Nice. Ohgawd, this sure brings back memories of that night!"

"What night?"

"The night Gary walked in on me and Steve. The beginning of the end."

"Steve said he pulled a gun."

"He did. Steve didn't have a thing to worry about. Not only had I hidden the clip, I had thrown away all the bullets. When you were fooling around like I was at the time, it was cheap insurance that a mishap wasn't going to turn really bad."

"But Steve said Gary was a nice guy who didn't have the mettle to pull the trigger, anyway."

"True. He and Gary got along pretty good, too. Steve would come over every time he heard Gary having problems with the lawnmower. He is a wizard with a wrench. It was amazing how Steve could keep a straight face around him and then turn around and fuck me stupid the next day."

Jackson laughs. "Yeah, he has that 'cad' thing down to an art."

"I suspect the apple's not fallen far from the tree here. Let's get stupid."

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Emily, Cyan, and Steve are slouched around the kitchen table sipping coffee -- and Cy's tea -- cooling off after a little bit of fun in the hot tub. It's not often that Steve has both the ladies to himself, and the tag-team play in the warm water was both gratifying and exhausting.

They are chuckling softly to each other in anticipation of Jackson's return home and the full report. Steve thinks he hears somebody punching in the combination to the front door lock, but waits until hearing the subtle hinge squeak before drawing any conclusion. He doesn't hear the door latch close, however.

"Nice try, Jackson!" he announces.

"Well, shit," is the mumble from the foyer.

"We're in the kitchen. Pour you a cuppa?"

"Yeah, I guess. Lemme lose my clothes first."

"How was she?"

"Can't you just wait a second?"

Steve chuckles, "We're going nowhere, you know."

The three softly laugh at the incoherent grumbling going down the hallway.

After a few moments, Jax appears in the kitchen doorway.

Steve makes it a point to check his crotch. "Yep. I recognize that degree of flaccid, Jax. She did that to me all the time. So she's still got it, apparently."

"You were right. She looks goooood, Steven. And she's a total fuckmonster."

"Were you..."

"Able to do it twice? In an hour-and-a-half? Yep. She said you could do that, too."

"Well, yeah. Nearly fifteen years ago, though. You guys make another date?"

"Not at this point. She fucks around, too."

"No surprise. Where does she hangout these days? Did you ask why she doesn't bring any of 'em home?"

"The Backyard. She is bothered about us and the other neighbors knowing her business, so doesn't want strange cars in the drive."

"Did you tell her about what I've noticed?"

"She did. Wasn't happy about it, but acknowledged that you, particularly, would be tuned into that. She still likes you, Steven."

"Hard to tell. She sure gave us a lot of shit over the past several years. Been easier lately, however."

"It dawned on her that you might have been under some pressure to avoid her. I told her about Pendleton. It was an 'aha' moment."

"Any thoughts about patching things up?"

"No, not really. She's further away from 'the swinging shit', as she put it, than she was back when she was sharing you with Cy. 'One-on-one these days,' she said."

"Oh, well. Would you do 'er again?"

"Yep. You put it succinctly, that she's a great fuck. But it's her call, anyway."

"Good enough."

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Several mornings have passed. "Any regrets?" Steve asks Jackson over the breakfast table. "Between Glo and Roz your open nights are being taken up. The rest of the polycule is noticing."

"A little. There are only but 24 hours in a day. Good thing, though, that Roz seems to be into quickies. How she can get off in only twenty minutes of straight fucking boggles the mind."

"A skill acquired from the old days. On a good night when Gary was out of town she'd have three of us, one at a time."

"Who were the other guys?"

"Don't know. She'd make strict appointments, apparently. On some nights she'd rush me out of there after she came even if I didn't. My guess then was she'd clean up for the next one and do the same to him."

"You wised-up, I take it."

"Yeah, sometimes I'd see a car drive up after I had walked back home. It didn't matter to me, but I was curious and confronted her about it. She admitted what she was doing, and we developed a better relationship, her making more effort to assuring both of us were sated and could have cuddle time. It was a good thing."

"Have to ask..."

"Like was she getting paid for it?"

"Yeah."

"Nope. She was a fuckmonster then, too. Loved to do it."

"Yet never into traditional swinging?"

"Nuh uh. Just a weird take on serial monogamy."

"Takes all kinds, I guess."

"Hey you two," Emily chuckles as she steps into the kitchen, dressed for work. "Sounds like pretty serious guy talk."

"Roz," Jax admits.

"And not Gloria?"

"Nope," Steve confirms. "Glo was sort of normal, and not all that frequent. Rosalyn, however, was a piece of work back then. Just confirming a couple of things for Jax."

"Well he can catch me up on the way in. Time to go, sweetheart."

She tenders a sweet kiss to Steven, pausing for Jackson to do the same. They close the door to the garage behind them and Steve hears the big door opening.

Cyan walks in just that moment. "Did I miss them?"

"Yep. Just left."

"Damn. You'll have to do, I guess." She chuckles as she leans down to kiss the seated Steve. "Any plans for today?"

"Ashley said she wanted to come over on an extended lunch break. Only two clients on the board today, so she's free for a couple of hours."

"Oh that sounds good. Anything else?"

"I think I'll give Rich a call. We haven't chatted in weeks."

"That's a good thing, Steven. Things have certainly calmed down since he put Jeremy on notice, and Roz has backed-off."

"I even wonder if Jeremy's still with the department. Anyway, you going to sit with me over your tea?"

"Not right now." She presses the button on the kettle. "I'm going to let this next cup steep while I finish this insanely long article."

"Times?"

"Yeah."

"Nice you have the patience for it. By the sixth excruciating paragraph they've lost me. They need an executive summary version. So many of their columnists are full of themselves."

"You keeping up with anything else?"

"No, unfortunately. Ownership gutted WaPo and the L. A. paper. I dropped the subscriptions. Spineless jerks."

"Oops! Didn't mean to get your hackles up, sweetie!"

"'S okay, dear. So much these days does."

"Ash and I will soothe what bothers you, I'm sure of it."

"Thanks. Your water's ready."

Cyan pours, then drops the teabag into her cup, dispensing a quick kiss for her husband as she passes through on her way to the living room to resume her reading.

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Steve is barely resisting throwing his mouse at the computer screen after reviewing disappointing number after disappointing number from what is a clearly awful day in the investment markets after yesterday's clearly awful performance. Taking a deep breath, he knows from vast experience to set the emotional impulses aside, and let the good choices he's made take care of themselves. They always have.

Ashley isn't due to arrive for another hour, so he takes the opportunity to ring-up Taylorville's police chief for an overdue check-in. He has Richard Norton's direct number, so can skip past all the screening.

"Norton," is the immediate response from the other end. "Oh, it's you, Steven. What's going on?"

"Hi, Rich! Nothing, for a change."

The chief chuckles, "Yeah! I noticed. Haven't heard from Davenport in at least a couple of months, and I have news, anyway."

"Oh?"

"Humphreys moved on. Found an assignment down in Mount Vernon. Their department is more his style, I think, so it's a good match."

"So Jeremy is okay, then. Glad to hear. Nothing personal from my end, he just got carried away."

"Curious about Roz Davenport, though. You and your troupe doing anything different?"

"Not a thing. My intel is that she seems to have buried the hatchet. Birdie told me she figured out why I had to break things off with her so abruptly way back when."

"Yeah. Nate told me -- gosh, years ago -- that he reamed you a new one for precipitating their divorce, and it coming out in a deposition. Not the kind of paper trail you want to have around."

"I wasn't the only one, Rich. I was just the one who got caught."

Rich laughs. "You don't want to know what I know."

"What? That you were one of her side men? I sorta did."

"Gawd, Steve! You've kept that to yourself all these years?"

"You were a cocky young buck back then. It amused me greatly when I saw you going into her place right after I'd had 'er. In uniform, too!"

"Wow. You are certainly a great friend to have, Steven. My hat's off to you for never using that."

"Appreciate your saying so, Rich. Given my own closet overflowing with skeletons, I'm never one to cast the first stone. Or any stones."

"You said 'birdie'. What's going on?"

"Jackson is doing 'er now."

Rich has to hold the phone away he is laughing so hard.

"Gawd, Steve!"

"Recent. Just a couple of times so far. Gloria Appelbaum started it."

Rich chuckles at that. "I recall she was on your neighborhood rotation, too."

"And yours, I take it."

"What can I say? It was a randy part of town. So Jackson has taken the baton."

"Apparently. He doesn't mind. And I've moved up to bigger and better things."

"Yeah. When I heard you had hooked-up with Caroline Hester my head exploded."

"Thanks. She's a sweetheart and a super friend. Gawd, Rich. They all are."

"I admire you for what you have accomplished. I wish maybe a little I could retire to a life like that. Debra would throttle me for even mentioning anything like it. Hey, somebody's trying to get my attention. Great hearing from you, Steven!"

"I'll check in like this every so often, Rich. Super talking to you."

"Take care, and be safe!"

"You too, buddy!"

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A slinky, bronzed California blonde with a long ponytail pads quietly into Steve's office, trying to sneak up behind him for a surprise "hello".

"I know you're there, Ash."

"Damn!" she giggles. "Oh, I see!" she laughs.

"You know that's my beautiful babe detector."

She reaches around for a kiss and cops a firm feel of his full-mast erection. "What I do know is that it goes off a lot around here."

"With good reason. How's your day going? First job must've been routine."

"It was. I fixed all the crap left by the guys a couple of months ago and it's been a breeze since. I try not to show-up too soon at the store after doing this one. Let's just say I keep a very neat toolbox."

He chuckles. "Afraid that Alex is going to figure out her 'miracle worker' can take on even more."

"Uh huh. Where's Cy?"

"Didn't see her in the tub?"

"Nope."

"Might be taking a catnap while waiting for you. Let's go disturb 'er. You requested making it all a threesome."

"I did. Oh gawd, Steve. I am craving my tongue deep into her pussy while you're balls-deep in mine."

"Wow, Ash. What brought this on?"

She sighs. "Marcus. He's coming along, but isn't entirely with the game at this point."

"What happened?"

"The other night we went trolling over at The Backyard to teach him about couple pick-ups. Chatted up a really cute pair and were playing team 8-ball with 'em. Both her and her guy were all but salivating for what was shaping up into a great time. The guy was even grinding his hard-on into my ass on a couple of bend-over shots while his date giggled. Then Marcus said something out of the blue about spit-roasting the girl and really wanting to see the guy's cock in my pussy."

"Well, shit. Yeah, that was certainly on the agenda, but at that stage of 'getting acquainted' he came off like a total perv."

"Uh huh. After they hastily left offering a lame excuse, we had the 'They're people, too!' discussion, and how timing was so important in that situation."

"I'm so sorry. Come on. Let's make it up to you."

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Ashley is melting into Steven as they hug in the foyer. She is dressed, freshly showered, and ready to resume her day after an especially loving time with him and Cyan in their bedroom. It's so nice to have a lover in the polycule who can share time with them on workday afternoons every so often.

"Dinner?" he asks.

"Can't tonight. Dad's having a rough time with his new meds and Mom needs to run into the city for errands."

"So he's not improving."

"Oh, Steven. I am so glad you and Cyan are here for me. I haven't said this to Mom, but if he makes it to the end of the year I will be surprised."

"It's a shame that he has so little time left with you."

"I know. But he chose that life of addictions."

"Sweetie? Not entirely a choice he was afforded. You have that gene, too."

"Yeah. At least it's not booze, drugs, or smoking. But can sex really be an addiction?"

"Just like the high people get from gambling."

"Absolutely no interest in quitting. My new family makes it a positive focus. Thank you so much, Steven, for your wisdom and guidance. And your love."

"You're welcome, sweetheart. You need to get going to your two o'clock."

"I do. Let's plan on tomorrow for dinner and quality time in the tub."

"Ellie and Debbie will be here. Maybe Toby and Caroline, too."

"It will be wonderful to see them. Kiss?"

They reinforce their embrace, share a nice buss, and Steve sees her out the door.

"I heard some of that, Steven," Cyan admits. "So her father is not doing so well."

"No. The lung cancer metastasized and his liver is fully involved now. They're fighting a losing battle. It's a matter of time."

"That's a shame. She say anything about hospice?"

"No. I guess we can talk about that tomorrow night. Our experience with your mother's situation should help her."

"Yes..."

"Oh, crap. There's my phone."

"Go!"

Steve runs to his office and manages to pick the phone up in time. The number is very familiar, but doesn't jog a specific memory.

"Hello? This is Steve."

"Steven!"

"Oh gawd! Janice! To what do I owe the pleasure of this call? How's Jeff?"

"Jeff is fine. He's off in Colorado on a ski junket with his bimbo."

"Uh... Jan?"

"Oh, we're okay, Steven. We're still together. After Cyd left we thought we'd give the 'open marriage' thing a try to jump start our sex lives. He's doing better than I am with it. Which is why I'm calling."

"You know I cooled it with the neighborhood ladies after the debacle with Roz."

"I know. But I've been chatting with Gloria. She says you have special partners living with you now. A hot young guy, and you've taken up with his wife."

"It's really complex, Janice, but that's the satellite view. What did Glo have to say?"

"That he's available."

"You know he's doing Rosalyn, too, right?"

"Glo said that."

"Okay. Now that you know what you might be getting into, you want me to have him call you?"

"Yes. I'd appreciate it."

"Just so you're aware, I'm staying out of it. We had our fun back then and you guys were pretty good about not stepping on each others' toes, but anything that may develop is all up to him and you ladies."

"Sounds okay to me. Just let him know is all I ask."

"Good enough. Nice hearing from you. Expect his call this evening."

"Thanks, Steven. You always were a class act."

"Thank you, Janice. Hope things work for you guys. Talk to you later."

"Bye, Steve."

Steve sets his phone back down on the charging pad. He shakes his head in disbelief that the neighborhood women seem to be hell-bent on rolling back the clock to revisit the fun but risky and fraught times of their clandestine trysts with him many years ago. He will need to go "full disclosure" with Jackson before things get more out-of-hand than they already are.

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Cyan and Steve started dinner prep a little earlier than usual to have food on the table, or nearly so, for when Jax and Emily returned from their jobs at Amalgamated. They have settled into a routine there, and Jackson has already earned a promotion, now leading the user interfaces division. There's still their sexy monkey business going on with the office staff, but it's moderated into special comfort moments at the company apartment rather than randy passions in the backup warehouse.

Steve rises from the table as his lovers step into the kitchen from the garage. "Hi, guys! Dinner's on!"

Jackson leans into him for a quick buss before his hug and kiss with Cyan, and Emily drapes her arms over Steve's shoulders, soliciting a long one.

She follows with a quiet, "Hi."

"You're certainly subdued."

"Busy day."

"Anything fun?"

"No. Half a day fighting restarts on a database purge was a grind."

"Sit? Or do you want to get out of your clothes first?"

"Naked. I want... no, need to press my body into yours."

"Okay."

Em and Jax momentarily disappear to their room to shed what they're wearing and maybe splash a little water on faces.

Em reappears, and leans into him again for a deep hug as she softly fingers his cheek.

He has to ask, "Was it that bad, sweetie?"

"No, just exhausting and frustrating. Why so soon for dinner?"

"I need to have a chat with Jackson about the neighbor women. Another one called me this afternoon asking about him."

"Gloria sure has a big mouth."

"Not news. How it hasn't gotten back to Roger then or even now is totally beyond me."

"Oblivious?"

"Truthfully? I suspect he knows, but keeps quiet because he has no stake in that side of their relationship. Have a seat, sweetheart, and let's eat."

"I heard 'Gloria', Steven." Jax has just stepped back in, and has set his towel down on his usual chair.

"Yeah. New development, but I first need to brief you on what was going on fifteen years ago."

"Gawd. There's more to this?"

"Lots more."

"You don't do things in a small way, Steven."

"Apparently not my style."

"No kidding."

"It all started with a weekly coffee klatch one of the women initiated after a block party. These ladies were all 'traditional' housewives with nothing better to occupy them. All their guys worked somewhere in Springfield. There were seven if my mind is right, and only two with children. Classic old-style suburbia situation."

"They all still in the neighborhood? Is that where we're going with this?"

"Hang on. I'm not getting there yet. Anyway, I know at least two have moved away."

"Was Cyan in this group? Did they call their group something?"

"'Wednesday Coffee.'"

Cyan interrupts, "No, they really weren't my cup of tea. No pun, Steven. A couple of 'em, like Gloria, were a little catty, and given that Steve and I were lifestylers, I had no interest in their prying into our affairs. No pun there, either, Stevie."

Steve smirks back. "Moving on... the idle chatter about so-and-so and so-and-so on the soap operas most of them watched in the afternoons apparently morphed into comparing notes about their husbands."

Emily is rolling her eyes.

"Oh, I agree," Steve confirms. "Well, anyway, one of 'em -- Melinda Carter, if I remember right -- was bragging about Brian's 'really big cock', and one of the others, probably Roz, challenged her to prove it. Story shortened, it turned into an exchange of photos of their guys' junk, mostly taken on the sly. One of them snuck in pix of their fucking, and the little weekly chats turned raunchy."

"Okay," Jax muses. "So they were horny bitches when it came down to it. Where were you with all this?"

"Minding my own business, mostly. There was one of the rare neighborhood association meetings at the high school after a small rash of car break-ins, and one of the women..."

Cy interrupts again, "Dana Lafferty."

"... cornered Cyan as to why she didn't join them, and was it because her husband didn't measure up. Never mind I was already doing Gloria after Cy had loaned me to her, but at least at the time she kept that between us."

Cy jumps back in, "I almost fell down laughing so hard at that little inquiry that the rest of the room suddenly turned pin-drop quiet. One of the other women in attendance had overheard, I don't know who, and mumbled, 'Dana. They throw swinger parties.' The room roared. It was precious."

Steve sighs. "Cutting to the chase, with their knowing that I worked from home in my consulting business, Dana approached me after the meeting asking if I might be interested in joining their girl chat the following Wednesday, and would that be okay with Cyan. Cy was standing next to me and nodded her approval, wearing a knowing, prescient smirk."

Emily's quiet giggle has turned into a laugh, "Ohgawd. I can already see what's coming next!" Jackson has a silly smile and is shaking his head.

"You got it. That particularly fateful Wednesday morning's klatch in Janice Hoffman's living room turned into a no-holds-barred discussion about me, Cy, our swinging, and our swinging partners. Roz asked me to drop my pants for 'em, but after they finally stopped laughing I politely declined. Glo's guilt painted all over her face didn't draw inquiries, but it should've and they missed the cue."

"Okay," Jax ponders. "There's something else about to happen here."

"Uh huh. Dana was sort of the organized one, and could be quite to-the-point at times. She stepped over to the little office area and pulled a calendar out of a drawer she knew where Janice kept things, and a pencil out of the desk cup. 'Okay, ladies,' she said. 'I know what we're all thinking here. There are seven days in a week, and there are seven of us. Pick your day. Eleven o'clock good for you, Steve?'"

"Owgawd!" Emily cracks up.

"Yeah. The shocked expression I was obviously wearing got them laughing again, but I couldn't suppress the real me but for so long. You know that leering smile I get when expecting fun? Couldn't hold it back. Back then I was certainly up to the challenge."

"When did it start?"

"Immediately. Dana had written her claim to Wednesdays before passing the calendar around. She took me by the hand back to Janice's bedroom and we fucked like rabbits while the other ladies stayed put, chuckling and giggling at all the sex noises wafting their way."

Jackson asks, "How long did this go on?"

"Only a couple of months. As with any casual social calendar, life tended to interrupt, and especially the weekend days were subject to adjustment with husbands home. They would barter and swap days for a while. Things eventually faded into a catch-as-catch-can, and then the little glitch with Roz crashed it all. Everybody understood, of course, and were all quaking in their pumps that Gary might tell their husbands what had happened."

Emily is glancing out the window with a wistful expression.

"Okay, Em. What's on your mind?"

"You knock anybody up? That was an awful lot of random screwing going on."

"Not that I know of. They were mostly on some sort of contraceptive, and would let me know when I had to wear a condom. We were adults about it and were careful. Jax? I'd advise the same for you."

"Well at least Gloria's told me she's on HRT like we suspected, so is done with her fertile years."

"It's not that cut and dried. Make sure she tells you if she has a stray period."

"Okay. Thanks for the warning. Roz had her tubes tied, so we're good. You said something new was up."

"Janice Hoffman called me earlier today asking about you."

"Glo at work again?"

"Yep. I'm going to send you her contact info. I promised her I'd pass the request, so she's expecting your call. She's a nice lady, and deserves your attention, too. In an open marriage now, so less to worry about than with Gloria. You have any plans for this evening? Jeff is in Colorado skiing with one of his side women, so she's free."

"I definitely will call."

"Oh. In case you're interested, she and I had a teasing thing going if our date was at night."

Cyan laughs. "Yeah! She lives behind us, across the old railroad path. He'd show-up nude at her back door, just wearing a hard-on I'd worked up for 'im."

Jax and Em crack-up.

Jackson counters, "Probably don't want to go there for a first impression."

"She wouldn't mind, though. She loved my wacky sense of humor, and would certainly appreciate my putting you up to it. Up to you."

"Nah. I'll play it safe."

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"Thanks, Steve!" Jackson shouts from his and Em's bedroom. Having showered expecting a date, he's picked up the contact information for Janice Hoffman and is preparing to return her call.

"You're welcome!" Steve shouts back from the dining room, where he's pouring himself some liquid relaxation.

Jax taps the new entry on his contact list.

"Hello?" answers what sounds like a really sweet lady.

"Janice? This is Jackson. Steve's Jackson."

"Well hello! So glad to hear from you! You apparently hang tight with my Stevie, so you must be a really special guy, too!"

"Thank you. He said you're special, as well."

"Care to step across the field and meet face-to-face? You have the time?"

"I do, and I'd be happy to."

"A favor, Jackson. Can you walk over here like Steve used to? That was just so much fun. He had to have told you."

"He did. Are you sure?"

"Steve is beautiful and a man of many fine qualities. I'll bet you're alike."

"In some ways. Give me a few moments and I'll be right there."

"Ohgawd!" she giggles, and hangs up.

Jax takes a deep breath, and calls to Cyan, "Cy? I need a hand here."

"Coming!"

"Hang on! Stay where you are. Meet me on the patio."

"Okay!"

The pair rendezvous next to the hot tub, where Em and Steve are taking the waters. Cy leans into Jackson. "What do you need, sweetheart? Did you call Janice?"

"I did."

"You going to see her tonight?"

"On my way there now."

"You're not dressed."

"She requested."

"Ah. You need me to work you up for her."

"That would be nice."

"I have an idea."

Steve and Emily are hearing this and chuckling to each other. They know their lovers well enough to script what's about to happen.

"Your idea is..." Jackson asks.

"Let me walk you to the gate. I'm certain Janice is standing on her porch to watch you come to her."

"Okay."

They hold hands, halting for Jax to unlatch the gate and swing it open.

"Let's stand in profile to her. We did it this way with Steve."

Cyan kneels down to suck on Jackson. They notice someone standing on her porch, a slender woman judging by the shape, silhouetted by the lights in the house through the partially-open door. The porch light is off. The silhouette now appears to reach into the open door. Ah. Reaching for a light switch. Full illumination reveals the woman's own nakedness.

"I think we're good, Cy. Thank you. Gawd. Nice figure. No problem keeping this up!"

Cy chuckles as she rises, "She always was nice to look at, Jax. Have fun. I know what's coming next, so I'll wait here for a couple of minutes."

"Huh?"

"Oh you're fine. You'll see."

Jackson takes his little walk, hardened cock swinging back and forth in the gentle breeze. He steps toward the back steps and the woman reaches out to guide him up the steps.

"Hi. I'm Janice."

"I hope so."

She chuckles. "Same goofy sense of humor. Here." She pulls him to her, lifts herself by his shoulders and raises a leg while directing his cock into her pussy. "I want to be sure Cyan sees us fucking. Drinks inside and we'll chat then."

"You're a pistol. You did this with Steve, too?"

"Whenever the weather was good enough. Cyan always got a chuckle."

"But Steve and Cy said you and the Wednesday morning ladies weren't swingers."

"No. But Steve was special. We had a lot of fun in the short time we could share him. Ah. Cy's waving at us. She got the message. Come on in."

Janice dismounts, reaches up tiptoe for a quick kiss, and shows Jax in. She turns off the porch light, also a signal for Cy, and this time, Steven, too.

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Jan directs him to the big recliner in the living room. Two glasses of what appears to be a nice, smoky bourbon is on the side table.

"Gloria tells me there's quite a story with you guys. Mind if I sit in your lap? If you recline the chair, I can sit facing you."

"Go aHEAD!" Janice startles Jax by straddling him before he got the words out of his mouth, aiming his cock into her on the way down. "Wow. Not even five minutes after meeting you and this is the second time we've fucked."

"No point in putting it off. It's why you're here. Steve was a great fuck. Something tells me you're going to be as much fun."

He thrusts a couple of time for good measure.

"Uh huh. Thought so!" she giggles. "Desert? What desert?"

"Mojave. Emily and I were hitchhiking after our car..."

"Emily? Your wife? Glo said she's more Steve's than yours these days."

"She is, and I love her for it. I love Steve, too, and especially Cyan."

"You Californians are certainly different."

"It's a great life."

"So your car broke down and you were thumbing a ride. To where?"

"Emily's parents' place in Albuquerque."

"They didn't stop there and let you off?"

"No. We fell in love real hard not an hour after they picked us up. Steve calls it 'kismet'."

"How hard?"

"Cy and I were fucking in the back seat before we even got to Kingman. Steve and Em had to wait until the hotel."

"And her parents?"

"They were evil people, Janice. We were desperate, and had little choice. They blew us off when we got there, anyway. Steve and Cy were already our family by then."

"Oh, wow. Steve is a wonderful, wonderful man. Never thought of him as a hero, though."

"He is."

"You are following in his footsteps, apparently. I'm almost twenty years older than you, yet here you are."

"You know that one of Steve's many qualities is he has great taste. There's nothing about you that I wouldn't desire for myself. You are a real treat, Janice."

"OHGAWD! Oh my!"

"You okay? You are clenching on me."

"Mini orgasm, Jax. He's taught you well. Always had the right words to say to a woman in heat."

"Don't discount that I might have brought a little something to the party."

"Sorry. Didn't mean it that way. Then you guys are an incredible match. You anticipate keeping this thing between us going?"

"No reason why not. Scheduling may get challenging because unlike Steve, I do have an office job."

"Doing what?"

"Computer engineering. Em and I work for one of Steve and Cy's longtime swinger friends. Big company. Great job."

"You want a snack or anything? While I'm loving what we're doing right now, rolling around on the bed with you is going to be one helluva highlight for the evening."

"Sounds good by me. One thing. Jeff. Open marriage, I've been told."

"Yeah. He has a couple of sluts he takes places to bang. Matter of time before they get tired of 'im."

"Colorado ski trip?"

"Girl's name is Angel. What a whore. They're in Aspen, if that isn't a cliché. She's probably sneaking out of their chalet every night after he falls asleep to party with guys closer to her age who can keep up. He was the one who wanted this 'open marriage' thing after our daughter left. My turn."

"Uh..."

"Relax, Jackson. I'm going for quality and somebody I can relate to. You're clearly it, if you're willing. He's going for bimbos, trying to recapture his youth."

"Okay. No designs on Steve?"

"No. As much as I love him, he's moved on to greener pastures. I hear he's accumulated an incredible bevy of impossible beauties, from what Glo said. That pro golfer I see every so often in the Decatur sports pages is one, I gather."

"Caroline. She's very special to all of us. We love her. She's in our polycule."

"'Polycule'. Gloria said that word. You do the golfer, too?"

"Often. It's a plural marriage. We all are committed and devoted lovers."

"Yet you screw around."

"And we encourage that kind of fun with our friends at all times!"

"Huh. Really. Hmmm. Am I a friend?"

"Uh huh. Oh gawd yes."

"Good! Let's go have some friendly fun!"

Jan hops off, grabs a hand and all but yanks him out of the chair. Still pulling him down the hallway to the bed, he stops, pulls her back, spins her around, and shoves her into the wall, lifting her up and summarily depositing her pussy upon his cock, thrusting mightily once finding home.

"Amazing!" she gasps. "I hope you won't be offended if I call out Steve's name in your passionate taking of me. You are so similar..."

Jackson laughs. As he thrusts even more.

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Steve is standing on the patio and just happens to notice Janice's back porch light come on. The door opens, and, clearly, two naked lovers embrace into a sustained kiss, and the lovely lady sees her man of the evening off.

"Emily? Cyan?" Steve calls into the house. "They're done. He's on his way."

Emily is laughing as she skips through the sliding door to be with Steve. Cyan has joined them, still wiping her hands on the dishtowel from cleaning up after preparing their evening brews. They are all sharing big grins anticipating the return of their lover from this new adventure.

The gate opens, Jax turns around to latch it, and in the walking toward the house, the backyard spotlights are momentarily trained on an especially drooping and shrunken package. Poor little guy.

The three laugh, Steve punctuating the occasion with, "You going to be able to sustain this? You'll notice I didn't say 'keep it up'."

"Fuck all of you and the horses you rode in on," he grumbles while climbing the steps from the yard.

They laugh hearty laughs. "Come on in, Jax. You gonna shower?"

"Yeah, I need to scrape the sweat off. Gawd, Steven. Janice is a mess. By the way, she's still in love with you."

"No surprise. Your cup awaits."

Steve has his arms wrapped around both ladies as they make their way back to the kitchen. They are all struggling with suppressing laughing outbursts at Jackson's "rode hard and put up wet" condition once he managed the short hike home.

Gathered around the table trying hard not to induce laughing fits by mere glances to each other, they sip their hot drinks and wait impatiently for the man of the last few hours to show-up for the review panel.

Jax drags into the kitchen and takes a chair. "Okay. Lemme have it. I'm ready."

"For what?" Em teases.

"Uh huh," Cyan goads. "Were you doing something special tonight?"

"Ladies? That's an innocent face if I ever saw one."

"Guys!" Jackson protests, loudly!

"We love you, Jax," Steve grins. "Janice is quite the piece of work. She dishes it out as good as she takes it."

Jax sighs and leans his chin on a hand and bent elbow. "You got that right. Incredible. Why didn't you keep it going with 'er?"

"The shit with Roz scared everybody off. Literally too close to home. They were dependent on their husbands to sustain their lifestyle. Taylorville housing was cheap relative to living in Springfield, but not that cheap."

"Why Glo, then?"

"She knew she had little to lose, with Roger totally uninterested in any form of physical relations. Besides, over a year had passed before she contacted me. Okay, you've had three of 'em so far. You have a favorite yet?"

"Janice. By far. She is a real character with a sharp wit and -- wow -- such an athlete in bed. An amazing amount of fun. I already want her again."

"Good. She was my fave, too. You two intend on hooking up again?"

"No specific dates are planned, but she wants to make me 'her side guy' in opposition to Jeff's messing around."

Steve bursts out laughing to himself.

"Okay, Steven. You just thought of something really funny about this."

"If you guys make it that far, watch out for the first snow."

"Huh? Uh... Oh gawd. Really?"

"Uh huh. And she'll convince you to drop for a face-down snow angel before opening the door."

"You're telling me this because there's a trick to it."

"Yep. You run as fast as you can to her backyard before the cold steals your erection and shrinks your nuts. Makes the best impression."

Jax cracks up and the girls are slapping the table. Steve's sitting there just grinning away.

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