Complexity

I thought that I had all of my ducks in a row. A job I love, a beautiful and intelligent wife, comfortable house, even a classic sports car to drive and tinker with at weekends. Sounds idyllic, doesn't it? It was. That is until Natasha came home from the supermarket. She was still carrying the shopping bags, when she announced that she had met someone. I was totally floored. I hadn't seen that coming at all. To be fair, neither had she. She had bumped into someone in the supermarket, literally. Their trolleys crashed into each other. The spark had been instant, electric.

The someone was Bob. Actually, she's called Roberta but everybody calls her Bob and it suits her. I don't get it but then I'm not supposed to. Natasha is gorgeous, desirable. Being charitable, Bob doesn't fit that description. Short, let's say cuddly rather than fat. She has a cheerful disposition but it is difficult to see it as such. Her hair is cropped so short, that she looks bald, which gives her a rough almost brutal appearance.

We talked for hours, days, which turned into weeks. It was clear that Natasha wasn't going to be swayed from what she wanted. I've never been able to deny her anything. So it was that we separated. I was always hopeful that she would get bored and there would be a reconciliation. So, we've never divorced.

It was about three months after Natasha moved out, that things got strange. Well, stranger than they had been. The pair of them turned up at the house. I suppose, we should still call it our house, since she owns half of it. They had a rather unusual proposition. Not what I'd hoped for. She wasn't about to come back. Not in the way I'd have wanted.

So, what was so strange? Natasha was missing cock. Our marriage had been an amazing sexual adventure. I can't say that I wasn't missing her too. However, what they were suggesting was an ad-hoc arrangement. She'd stay with Bob but would visit for an occasional fuck. Like I've mentioned, I can't deny her anything.

Over the next few months, she visited about once every couple of weeks. It was like she'd never been away. However, it didn't stay like that for long. Bob began accompanying her. Presumably to make sure I was 'doing things properly'. For the first couple of visits she watched, nothing else. Performing in those circumstances wasn't easy but Natasha was reassuring. She had to be, she had a vested interest in me being able to get it up and give her what she wanted. It didn't take things to degenerate, at least that's how I saw it. Bob and Natasha may have had a different view on it.

What do I mean by degenerate? Bob began to get involved. Thankfully from my perspective, not with me but it was a lot more off putting than having her watch. To start with she avoided eye contact, which was fine with me. However, seeing that big, round, white arse squatting over your wife's face, while you, try to fuck, wasn't comfortable. Initially, the thought of them doing what I should have been was difficult to cope with but I got used to it. I didn't have much choice. I've not met anyone else since the separation. So, in my book any sex is better than no sex.

After a couple of sessions spent staring at Bob's arse she turned round, still totally burying Natasha's head, she was now looking at me. I felt her eyes boring into me. It was as though she was examining every move I made, every muscle that flexed, every touch I made on her lover's body. I wondered if they had a debrief afterwards. A critique of my performance. At least her presence and this scenario meant that I had no problem holding off my own orgasm, until the two of them had got off. When I finally came, there was more to come. Bob looked me in the the eye, still sat on Natasha's face.

"You don't like me. I understand that. A fat ugly dyke stole away your wife. I can't help how I look, any more than how Natasha feels about me. You don't like me doing this while you're fucking either. I get that too. I tried staying away but I got jealous. I tried not to get involved but it's difficult seeing you having so much enjoyment. Don't begrudge me a little bit of that. I don't want to stop you having pleasure."

There was a loud mumbling sound. Natasha. Bob lifted her leg and released Natasha's head, just as my limp dick slipped out.

"Sorry Babe." Bob said.

"This must be really tricky for you, Sam. You have me but you don't have me. Even when you do have me, you're forced to share. I know when we were together we both fantasised about a threesome. This wasn't what either of us had in mind. Real life never seems to measure up to what we dream of. I know that this is all my fault. I could have resisted what happened. I was weak and now we have to deal with the consequences. Please bear with it, just a little longer. Let's see if we can make it work."

This was the sort of adult conversation that probably should have taken place a while ago. Not while the three of us were naked on the bed, in a post orgasmic blur. As if it were the next stage in the process, Bob invited me to her place, now their place. I don't suppose that I could really turn down the invitation.

I had a mental picture of a really masculine house. Actually, it was a small, old, suburban bungalow, all very feminine, even a bit girly inside. Bob saw my expression.

"Expecting spit and sawdust, black walls, skull and crossbones. I get that a lot."

"I wouldn't have gone that extreme but it is a bit of a surprise."

"Beauty is more than skin deep. I'll admit, my skin looks pretty shit but you can't have everything."

I actually laughed at that. Maybe I shouldn't have but it seemed to please Bob. Maybe she'd been right. My view of her was coloured by Natasha choosing her over me. I suppose that is always going to be on my mind, whatever impression of her I end up with. We did have a serious conversation about their relationship, my involvement and where things might go. Where they went on this particular day was to their bedroom.

No face sitting today. Bob knelt on the bed, beside Natasha's head. Her knees were wide apart, she leant back, her bum resting on her heels and began to masturbate. She watched intently, as I went down on Natasha. Was she comparing our techniques? Bob came quickly. This time without her pussy on my wife's face, I could actually hear the squelching of her juices as her fingers worked away. She kept going, coming again as I brought Natasha off. If anything, her fingers increased the pace when I began to fuck. I'll admit to having watched Bob closely as I plunged repeatedly into Natasha. As the two of us came, Bob let out a loud groan as she came yet again. I've no real idea why, but it didn't feel quite as strange as previous sessions. Clearing the air may have helped. Perhaps I was just getting used to it.

As it turned out, I didn't see either of them for a while, which I think put them out a bit. I'd met someone. Not exactly met, because I've dealt with her quite a bit over the years. She owns a local bookshop. I order obscure journals and books for work. She's been good at tracking down most of them. When I went into town with Natasha, we'd go in. I'd place my order and Natasha would pick up a novel to read before bed. Going in on my own didn't go unnoticed. When I went back in to collect my latest order, I said jokingly,

"If you weren't married I'd ask you out."

"I'm not."

I must have frowned.

"Oh, the ring. It was my mother's, it keeps away unwanted attention."

"Apologies for my unwanted approach."

"It isn't. I deal with people all day, every day. I can spot a wrong'un as soon as the come through the door."

We arranged to go for a drink after work. Anita has a slightly bookish, swotty look but I think it's an affectation to fit in with her business. In the bar, she'd let her hair down, literally. It suited her, more than the swept back pony tail. I could tell she didn't want to pry. So I came out and told her why I was on my own.

"That's a lot more common than you'd think." She said.

"Really?"

"Really. A lot of previously straight women, change tack later in life. I'm not going to, in case you're worried about getting stung twice."

Initially, I didn't go beyond telling her where Natasha had gone. I did tell her that we were only separated and not divorced. Although, there wasn't any chance that she'd come back.

We were taking things one step at a time. Meals, drinks and days out on Sundays. Anita rang me and wanted to meet up on Saturday evening. That was difficult. Bob had arranged a surprise party for Natasha's 40th birthday. I'd bought a card and present and was intending to go.

"Take me. I like to party." Anita said, when I told her.

I wasn't at all sure about that. It ran the risk of ending what had barely got started, even though it looked positive. Firstly, I checked with Bob, to make sure that she didn't mind. I turned up at Anita's shop, on the Friday, just as she was closing up. I couldn't take her to the party, where she might find out more about me, than I'd told her. She was a little surprised to see me but put the closed sign up and locked the door.

"This isn't going to be easy. Are you broad minded?"

"Try me and I'll let you know."

Bit by bit I unfolded the events that had occurred since my separation. Stopping at each stage to gauge her reaction. Hard to read. She said nothing. She wasn't giving anything away. Did she think that it was amusing or abhorrent? I couldn't tell. I finished my confession. She just stood leaning on the shop counter, for several minutes. It was her eyes that gave away the first hint of what was on her mind. Although, there were several minutes more silence before she spoke.

"Kinky sex......... Can I watch? No wonder you haven't tried it on. You must be knackered."

"I haven't seen them since we started going out."

"Then I'm disappointed."

"I wanted to do things right, not make a mess of it."

"You nearly did. I was going to give you another week. Just to see if there was a spark of life in your trousers, some lead in your pencil. So, do I get to meet them tomorrow, or not?"

"If you're expecting an orgy, it won't be but yes, we're going."

The taxi I'd booked picked me up at seven. We were at hers by ten past. She looked amazing. By twenty past we were at Bob's. She welcomed us at the door, telling us to help ourselves to drinks. She gave Anita a good visual inspection, as well as a overly friendly hug.

"She just groped my bum. I thought you said it wouldn't be that sort of party." Anita said with a chuckle.

"It won't be."

"It's still early."

I went to find Natasha, with Anita beside me. I handed over the card and present and made the introductions. There was a spark of recognition.

"Bookshop" I said.

"Ah. Yes."

There was a bit of a French greeting, cheek kissing.

"Thanks for coming. Although I specifically said that I didn't want a fuss."

We exchanged a few pleasantries and she went off to circulate around the other guests. I recognised a couple of Natasha's friends from work and their husbands. I think they were avoiding me, knowing the situation. I didn't know anyone else, presumably friends of Bob. We got some drinks and got talking to a few others who were doing the same. We were actually having a good time. Considering that we didn't really know anyone, it was just like any other party. By eleven a few people had started drifting away. I was thinking we should do the same, when Natasha came over and wanted to have a proper talk. Anita, jumped in with both feet.

"Sam's told me about how you have fun."

I coughed, almost spilling my drink.

"And you still came with him?"

"I wanted to see for myself."

"What exactly?"

"If you're expecting me to say, who you left him for, yes I was curious. I'm more interested in the arrangement the three of you have. I've never had, or even watched a threesome. Sounds like it could be fun. In case you're wondering we haven't had sex yet."

"Anita!"

"Too nice for his own good, sometimes, isn't he?" Natasha said.

Natasha whispered something in Anita's ear and went to talk to Bob.

"Shall we make a move?" I asked.

"You'll be on your own."

That told me.

When everyone else had gone, it was past midnight. We were still there. Bob and Natasha, had seen off the last of the guests and came to sit with us. I was now feeling really uncomfortable. Some men would think it great, having three women, even if you could only reasonably expect to have sex with two of them. I had hoped that my relationship with Anita might follow a normal heterosexual pattern. Dating, sex and a whole lot more, even a life together. The three of them appeared to be trying to wrap me up in a complicated web, from which escape seemed difficult or maybe impossible.

"Are you sure you really want to get involved?" Bob asked, looking at Anita.

"I won't know until I try. You three seem to be alright with it. Is one more going to be a problem?"

"Not for us but for Sam maybe."

"Can we? Can we? Please? Please?" She said like a little kid wanting an expensive present.

The three of them were laughing. I was panic stricken. I'd found someone I wanted to be with. She appeared to want to be with me. However, she also wanted to be with my wife and her lover. What sort of mess have I got myself into? In the heat of the moment and faced with overwhelming pressure, I caved in. Anita gave me a big sloppy kiss. I'd no idea how this was going to play out. With my softly, softly approach, I've not even seen Anita anything other than fully dressed. Which it turns out is rather disappointing for her. For a brief moment, I imagined the pleasure we could have been experiencing. I didn't have time to dwell on it.

Bob and Natasha stood hands outstretched, Anita took Bob's and I Natasha's and we followed them to the bedroom. The room was candle lit and scattered with rose petals.

"Looks like a better birthday present than I was planning." Bob said.

A little to my surprise and Anita's too, if truth be told, Bob began sliding down the zip in the back of Anita's dress. Although, realising what was going on, she was looking for some affirmation as she stood there in some of the most sexy underwear I've ever seen. Silk or satin in a pale cream colour. I was trying to look beyond that. I will say, that her body isn't quite as curvaceous as Natasha's but no man would be unhappy having Anita as a partner. A nice bit of cleavage, accentuated by her bra. Flat stomach and nice shapely hips.

"If he isn't up to snuff, you can come to live with us." Bob said.

Feeling I needed to get in quick before I lost her, I said,

"Gorgeous."

"Don't just stand there. I'm not an exhibit for you all to perv at." She said.

As we caught up, she removed her underwear, just as we did. We all gave her a good look and I don't think any of us were disappointed. Especially for someone several years older than the rest of us. I didn't find out until later that she's eight years older than me, so 49. Never ask a lady her age. So I hadn't. She looks younger. She was eyeing up the rest of us.

"How does this work then?" Anita asked.

"Never done it with four. It will be suck me and see." Natasha said giggling

As she finished speaking she jumped backwards on to the bed, arms and legs spread wide, shouting

"COME AND GET IT."

"You're drunk." I said.

"Of course I am, it's my birthday. All the more reason, for you all to give me extra presents."

Bob climbed on the bed beside her. I was a little shocked to see Anita mirror Bob's position on the other side of my wife.

"You heard the lady. Your bit is down there, suck it. Just don't forget, I'll be wanting the same for my birthday." Anita said.

I didn't suck it. Natasha loves her pussy lips being licked and nibbled, so that's where I began. I should have been totally concentrating on what I was doing but I couldn't help paying attention to what was going on further up the bed. Anita was giving it a good go at copying what Bob was doing. Each playing with one of Natasha's great breasts, even as far as sucking her nipple. The pair of them, with one hand between their legs. So my first sexual experience with Anita wasn't even mine, it was my wife's. Natasha, despite her alcohol induced haziness was really getting into it. She's never really been that noisy in bed but she was groaning, whining and yelling out with each orgasm she experienced. It went on and on, until Anita said,

"You've eaten your starter, time to give her the main course."

This wasn't right. Not right at all. My new girlfriend, telling me to fuck my wife.

"Go on. I told you before, I want to watch." She urged me on.

So I did as she asked. Bob had assumed her kneeling position beside Natasha. She looked across the bed at Anita and said,

"Sit on her face. She gives great tongue."

I almost had to stop what I was doing. Anita didn't hesitate. Arms stretched wide, along the top of the headboard, she squatted over Natasha. I watched awestruck as Natasha's tongue poked out and ran along Anita's pussy lips and up over her clit. Anita shifted bringing her clit even closer to the point of contact. This was too much for Bob. The squelching of her pussy stopped as her body shook violently. Anita followed a couple of minutes later. I was a little sad that she'd cum and it was Natasha, rather me having who had brought it about.

I suppose all of this action should have got me overexcited and made me cum really quickly. However, the repeated distractions where putting me off my stroke, so to speak. At least this was a bonus for Natasha, who got a reasonably long fuck, in the circumstances. One of Bob's fingers on her clit finished the action as the pair of us came together. I shifted back, withdrawing my cock and edging back to the end of the bed. With my movement back and away, Anita dropped forward and did something I'd never seen Bob do, with good reason. I looked on, as Anita licked at Natasha's pussy, which was oozing with my cum. Natasha was definitely done and wouldn't cum again. Anita pushed herself up looked me in the eye and said,

"You've lost another one. This lesbian stuff is incredible." As she licked her lips.

She waited almost a minute.

"The look on your face! That was awesome. You need a clit. I'll get you one for Christmas."

Extricating herself from the position she'd got into wasn't easy. I helped to lift her down towards the end of he bed. Natasha, freed from her confinement, rolled over curled up and appeared to be going to sleep. I was amazed she'd managed to hold on this long, with the amount she must have drunk and the number of times she'd cum.

"New recruit?" Bob asked.

"A surprisingly nice diversion. Mustn't tease him too much, I wasn't going to spoil the birthday but I want Sam's cock."

"You'll be lucky after all that." I said.

"We can do something about that." Bob said.

She sat back against the head of the bed, lifted her knees and let them fall apart. Her pudgy, shaved and very wet pussy there for both of us to see. This was the most she'd shown, to me at least. She wasn't done either. She reached down, parted her pussy lips and exposed her clit.

"Give it a go. He'll be hard in no time." She said to Anita.

Again there was no hesitation. She knelt on the bed and buried her head between Bob's legs. Bob's eyelids fluttered, clearly enjoying someone new. I was enjoying something new as well. A rather explicit rear view of Anita and she knew it. Her back dipped, exposing even more. Her arsehole and the glistening lips of her hairy but close trimmed pussy. Bob clearly knew what would happen. I felt a stirring down below. A couple minutes more, viewing this interesting scene and I was good to go. As I moved behind Anita, Bob smiled, winked and pouted. Strange woman but I was getting to like her. There was a lot more to Anita than I'd imagined too.

I rubbed my knob up and down her slit a few times, to let her know what was coming. I wanted to savour the experience, so I eased myself in slowly, taking hold of her hips as I did. In some roundabout way, I also didn't want to disappoint Bob by fucking Anita so hard that she wouldn't be able to carry on what she was doing. Slow and steady wins the race. Besides, sliding in and out of her tight pussy felt sensational and I wanted it to last as long as possible. Even watching Bob pinching, pulling and twisting her nipples, while she was being eaten out was starting to interest me. On and on I went. I reached the point where I knew I wouldn't last too much longer. I leant forward slightly, reached around with my right hand and made contact with Anita's clit. Slow, soft strokes to match my thrusts. I held out just long enough for her to cum before I did. Bliss.

Although the two of us had cum and I wouldn't manage any more. Bob's hands had left her tits and she'd grabbed big handfuls of duvet. Her knuckles looked white with how tight she was gripping. Her eyes were bulging, her mouth wide open, her knees still wide apart began to tremble. All of a sudden she rolled onto her side, trapping Anita between her thighs. The pair of them didn't move for ages, although I could hear Anita breathing hard into Bob's pussy. Eventually, the jerky movements of Bob's legs subsided and Anita crawled out. Her face was a mess, wet, her makeup smeared. She looked like something from a fairground ghost train. Finally, Bob turned onto her back.

"You look like shit. Done that before." She said.

"Might have." Anita replied.

"Might have my arse."

"Your big, white, wobbly arse."

"I'll let you have that. My big, white, wobbly arse. Nobody does that first time. It's only happened to me once before."

I might have looked confused. Bob opened her legs again and Anita moved aside, revealing a large dark wet patch on top of the duvet. Just in case I hadn't worked it out, Anita said,

"She squirted."

"I normally get the wet patch but even I'm not sleeping in that. The spare bed is made up."

We followed Bob's big, white, wobbly arse down the hall to the other bedroom. I made sure to get in bed between the two of them. I needed sleep, not to be kept awake by another bout of pussy eating, convulsive orgasms and squirting pussy juice.

"Don't get tempted by my gorgeous body." Bob joked.

With the lights out, she questioned Anita about her skills.

"A student I employed as her holiday job. The student became the teacher. Amazing model like looks, I couldn't help myself but my god she was filthy."

Whether they carried on talking over me, I don't know. I was asleep within minutes. No surprise, the wall clock said 3.18 when we got into bed.

We were woken what felt like minutes later as Natasha flung open the door and turned on the lights. She was met with derision by the three of us as we tried to shield her eyes.

"It's my birthday again next week." She said.

"I'm trading you in for an older model. You'll have to go back to Sam." Bob said.

"Not so much of the old." Anita interjected.

"Older, not old."

"That good?" Natasha asked.

"Better. You've got to try."

It might not have been minutes but it was only just after 8 when we got up and went to find some clothes. Rather rumpled party gear, for myself and Anita.

Life is complicated. My life in particular. How the hell did I end up in a relationship of sorts with three women? The complexity of my situation is often too overwhelming for me to contemplate. I just go along with it. Try to rationalise it and I'd probably go off my head. I'm still having sex with my estranged wife, who is living with her lesbian lover. The three of us were in an odd threesome. My new bisexual partner is having sex with all three of us. If you'd told me this would be happening, I wouldn't have believed you.

During the week, it's just me and Anita. It's looking like a permanent thing. Although, as I'm still technically married to Natasha, I'm not sure where it will go. Anita doesn't seem bothered. At least once a week, usually at the weekend, the four of us will meet up for something similar to what I've described. Natasha is as smitten with what Anita can do as Bob was. I'm sure the three of them would be blissfully happy together. That is, if Natasha and Anita didn't want their regular dose of what I'm able to give them.

Initially, I didn't take to Bob. Actually, she's become a good friend. Our interactions are probably the strangest thing about the whole situation. We don't have sex, we were never going to. She's more than happy to watch me with Natasha and Anita. In some strange way, I think she actually gets quite a lot out of it. She's as far from my type of woman as I could think of. However, she's so sexually uninhibited, I can't help but admire her. I won't deny it, I'm starting to get as much out of watching her, as she gets from seeing me.