The Foursome 05

A little over 2 years ago, I wrote a story entitled I Guess Nobody Was Really Surprised. A true story that chronicled a significant period in my life and that of five others who I dearly loved, one of whom was my wife Ann. There were four additional chapters The Foursome 01, 02, 03, and 04, which chronologically followed the story. The major essence within those stories dealt with the bisexual nature of the characters and their coming to realize its significance and the different kind of love that accompanied it.

Only recently that my dear friend Kathy urged me to publish the five segmented short stories here on Literotica. The manuscripts had been stored on my computer long enough she said. I have done so with the much-needed help of an editor. They are available to you on Literotica if you wish to become familiar with the story and its principal characters.

Kathy, one of the five that has encouraged me to write the story, also encouraged me to present here-what followed Ann's death. There was only one condition being: that my neighbor, Patty, had to agree with the plan to publish. Patty has done so with the caveat that I continue to purposely obscure details that might lead to our personal location and identities. She said she could help refresh my memories of spicy events and we'd have fun doing it. She added with a laugh: "I'll provide a few bits of information you probably don't even know about yourself." Patty lives right next door to me.

I'm Bob. Two years this past Christmas, my loving and beautiful wife, Ann, passed away after suffering serious health problems for a couple years prior. A very sad time for all of us-by "all of us," I mean Kathy, Megan, and I; In addition, later learning that Patty has as well be affected by Ann's passing.

I should mention here that Patty is a widow of a significant industrial accident that took the life of her husband, Max, and that of two other men. Max was a structural engineer and had been called out to consult on a job in progress, a six-story building. Aside from the issue in which Max would be concerned, the job site was plagued with shoddy conditions and safety violations-which ended up costing those three men their lives. The lawsuits that followed were horrendous. Ending with a settlement that essentially amounted to Patty never again having to work a day in her life unless she chose not to. Patty has a degree in marketing and does research from home about ninety percent of the time. She enjoys the work and likes to keep her mind busy doing something useful.

I should also mention here that a few weeks after a pool party we had several years ago, Ann had mentioned to me unbeknownst to Patty. She and Patty had spent some shopping and lunch outings together. That she had become very good friends with Patty, very good friends. She felt the need to tell me so that we had no secrets between us; however, Patty wanted to keep their newfound relationship private and preferred that I not know. At least not yet, or perhaps never.

I told Ann: "My lips are sealed until one of you tells me otherwise."

I returned to work in mid-January to the comfort of those close to me in the office. Maggie, who was once my secretary, was now the manager of the secretary pool, of which she was once a part. She made sure that my new secretary would develop well into the supporting role that she had provided me with beforehand. She and her husband, Randy, had also become closer personal friends than those I normally thought of as colleagues or associates.

Kathy and Megan came to be with me for the last week of January. We were joined by Patty and the four of us put together our thoughts and ideas as to what Ann would want for a Celebration of Life-and, of course, what we wanted to be the focus as well. During that week, I began to get glimpses of there being more familiarity between Patty and Megan that I had never noticed in the past. I didn't want any major distractions, so I said nothing that would likely derail our objectives.

Kathy and Megan stayed in our guest room throughout their stay. It was hard not to want to be with them, but my emotions were pretty tender, so I didn't think I could give them what either of them would find untainted with the mutual sense of loss of the woman-we all loved so deeply.

Kathy and Megan returned to Florida. Megan, out of necessity, had a Board position at her late husband's business, while Kathy went with her so Megan didn't have to travel alone. They would return by the end of February for Ann's Celebration of Life.

What a godsend Patty was in the planning and logistics for Ann's event. Maggie helped keep everything organized and paid all the bills as they came due. I was incapable of doing anything. She kept me abreast about how things were going, but Patty had things under control.

"Don't you worry," she said.

I can tell you firsthand that when marketing takes over, and one has someone that knows how to keep things organized such as Maggie-one simply needs to stay out of the way. Patty had all the resources from her business contacts and associates to handle everything needed for the celebration.

I thought, I'd like to give both Patty and Maggie the fucking of their lives to show my appreciation. The least I could do was to offer them my cock.

My boss, whose office was in Texas, traveled with his wife to be at the event. He and several other colleagues and their wives were also there, including Chuck Peterson's widow, Laura. And, of course, Kathy, Megan, Patty, plus Andy and Maggie attended. It was the girls that offered their comments at the podium. I think between the four of them, they consumed an entire box of tissues. I thanked everyone for coming and shared a few words of my own. I focused on how much Ann had been loved and how much love, grace, and care she had given, not only to my life but also in the lives of the ladies whose tribute had been given in their testimonies. I'll never know whether anyone understood any of what I just shared with them, but the three ladies in particular certainly did.

It was several months later on a Saturday mid-morning when I got a call from Patty.

"Bob?" she said.

"Yes?" I responded.

"Can I come over for a bit? I have some things I have to tell you."

I gave her the green light and told her to come in when she arrived, and give me five minutes to get myself ready. The door isn't locked.

When she arrived she said, "I think you'd better sit down."

Oh shit, I thought.

She began, "Kathy reviewed the first two manuscripts of the story you've been writing and sent them on to me as we had all agreed."

"What did you think?" I asked.

"Before I answer that, I need to acknowledge that I knew you were aware that Ann and I had already spent some time together. That while I had asked her not to say anything to you; however, she told me that she had to tell you-lest there be secrets. This would violate the agreements you both honored. Thank you for just keeping it to yourself."

"Yes," I responded.

I added that I knew from the first time that she and Ann were together that Ann had discovered that both Patty and her late husband, Max, had both been bisexual. A discovery that aroused both Ann and Patty. They hugged as Patty got in touch with the pain and grief she was still experiencing from the loss of Max almost a year before. Their passion had blossomed, and an ongoing relationship had been going on for at least the past five or six months before the pool party.

"Your absolutely beautiful wife not only bought me long sought-after comfort, but also fulfilled some of the most basic sexual instincts that had gone unsatisfied ever since Max died."

"I doubt that you are aware, but I have an unusually long tongue."

Yikes, where's this going? I thought.

"I talked to my doctor about it a long time ago, wondering whether it was an indication of an otherwise hidden problem. He assured me that it wasn't, and that having measured my closed teeth to the tip of my tongue at three and a quarter inches told me that I was world-class, the longest known at the time another half-inch longer than mine."

And you're telling me this now, because?

"Yes, I know that you weren't expecting to know the particulars of the time spent with your wife, but one of the pleasures we discovered was that I would insert my tongue into her vagina, and she would do something with those muscles that amounted to being sucked in like a vacuum. I can still remember the intensity of my orgasm the first time she did that. Sorry, but my pussy starts to squish just a bit just thinking about it."

"YOUR SHITT'N ME!" I yelled.

I said to Patty, "Do you know that that sucking action is her trademark? Oh, how I wish Doug and Steve were here to hear tell about that! Those two went off the charts the first time she sucked their dicks with the muscles in her vagina. Oh Patty, you've made my day!"

"Is that what you came over to tell me?" I asked.

"Not quite, that was just a side-note."

"A side-note! You've got to be kidding me, right?"

"No. First off," she said, "what you need to know is that there was a lot more going on at the pool party you wrote about than some of you guys were aware of."

"For starters, Maggie's husband, Randy, a. k. a. Mr Speedo-was purposefully flashing his huge bulge to see which of the men might be reacting. Both he and Maggie were keeping tabs. They noticed Kathy's husband, Doug, and another guy, who I now know was Megan's husband, Steve. Plus, somewhat to Maggie's surprise, they noticed you seemed to be impressed, if not specifically interested."

"The number of men with bulges in their suits-tent poles in some cases-did not escape the attention of the women. You are aware, are you not, that we women don't miss much, both with the men and especially other women?"

I allowed as much. I knew that women were more attuned to the emotional component of a mixed group than most men, but a keen measurement of the chemistry in a room remained a mystery to me.

"Is that it?" I asked.

"No. I know from talking with both Ann and Megan that you were aware that Ann had a fixation on Megan the second she met her at the door when Kathy, Doug, and the Phillips first arrived."

"I don't have to tell you how beautiful Megan is, but what you probably don't know is that I was in the pool house that day when Megan came in, hot as a pancake and with lust in her eyes. There was no mistaking that she was in major heat. I mean, her pussy must have been gushing beyond measure."

I knew she was excited, but this?

She continued. "Anyway, she stepped into the toilet alcove, closed the door, and I'm pretty sure I could hear the hum of a vibrator. Clearly, I could hear the moans of pleasure she couldn't conceal. Megan didn't know that I was still in the pool-house. I remained quiet as a mouse, but I'm here to tell you that I had two fingers pumping into my vagina while the other hand was on my mouth to muffle the sound of my orgasm. I don't think it took either of us more than five or ten minutes or so to climax.

"Can you imagine what I would have done to that woman's vagina with my tongue if I had known her then? When she came out of the alcove and saw that I was still there, all she could say was, 'Your neighbor did that to me,' and walked out the door.

"Anyway, I've obviously since come to know how things developed from that day, but I didn't think you knew some of the pool-house details."

Well, that was fun to hear, but I don't think I'll change the manuscript to include that detail.

"By the way, I forgot to offer you a cup of coffee. Would you like a cup?"

"No thanks. I need to get to why I really came over here to say."

On top of what she's already revealed? What else could there be?

"I want to tell you about how things were with Max and I following the several times that he and I came over to enjoy an afternoon in your pool to bask in the sun."

"Your drop-dead gorgeous wife and the bulge in your swim trunks had a major effect not only on Max, but me as well. The first time we came over, when we got home, I went into the kitchen to fix some snacks for us."

"Max came in and stood behind me. He placed his arms around me and pressed his obvious rock-hard dick against the crack of my ass. After a moment or two, he began massaging my breasts and kneading my nipples right through my bikini top. He then proceeded to unfasten my top and let it drop to the floor."

"He continued to push his cock into me while he used both hands to massage my tits with as much passion as any woman could ever desire, I thought. Finally, he turns me around and kisses me deeply for a few moments. Then kneels down and slowly pulls down my bikini bottoms, revealing my now very moist pussy."

"He picked me up, turned around with me still in his arms, and sat me down on the kitchen table. He spreads my legs apart and inserts his cock into me with one smooth movement. He fucked me rhythmically for all of ten minutes and exploded a load of seed into me the likes I which I can hardly describe.

"He pulled out his dick, turned slightly, and pulled up a chair. Then sat down and proceeded to lick my slit up and down and rub his lips back and forth across my clit. By then, I was shaking with an orgasm."

"Max, having recovered, stood up again and put his dick back in my pussy. He fucked me for at least another half-hour before he shot another load of cum into me. I can still remember the feeling."

By now, of course, with that story my dick is trying to escape the confines of my shorts.

"The second time we came over, when we got home, I asked Max if I should fix us some snacks-in the kitchen? He smiled broadly, and I had my bikini off before I could even get to the sink."

So, I asked her what it was about that story that was so important that she had to come over to tell me. She got up from her chair, came over to me, and took hold of both of my hands, looked down at me and said, "Bob, I hope it's not too soon, but I need you to take me into your kitchen."

That was back in the May/June of 2024 timeframe, when I was at work writing the story about the previous years with Doug, Kathy, and the Phillips. Patty allowed that she wasn't privy to what was going on with them, as Ann was not a blabbermouth about other people or her otherwise private life. But I could tell a lot about Ann's life when we made love with each other.

It did take me by surprise, at least on that particular day, but not in retrospect as I thought about how I felt about her when she, Kathy, Megan, and Maggie were putting together everything needed for Ann's Celebration of Life—a time when my feelings were flying around like a bullet ricocheting around inside a steel vault.

We spent the rest of the day making love, stopping for lunch and talking, before returning to more love making. Finally taking the time to go out for dinner, deciding we'd continue with our discussions afterward with more "level setting", as I always call such things.

And yes, Patty stayed all night with me-in my bed.

The kissing that accompanied everything else was delectable. Her tongue swirling around in my mouth at the same time I pounded my cock into her was-an experience I'll never soon forget. One never forgets a kiss received from Patty, who gives abundantly with that magnificent tongue of hers. WOW!

I learned a lot about what it was like to actually fuck Patty and eat her pussy, unlike the fantasies that I indulged in the past. Whenever I'd see her and Ann outside by the pool, glaring at each other, as though to say, I'm going to fuck your brains out now!

Patty was more like Kathy when she orgasmed, rather than like Ann, with her infamous head-lock. Maybe it was the sheer volume of sweet nectar that perhaps set her apart from either of the other women we knew. She did mention that Ann had also told her the same thing.

So, here I am-a guy that absolutely loves to eat pussy-now blessed with someone in his bed that brings an entirely new flood of added pleasure. I know I would have felt uncomfortable fucking Patty so soon after losing Ann, but the strong attachment I felt towards her, together with the love and care I believe we shared, which made all the difference.

The same could be said of Kathy and Megan had they been around at the time.

"So, what happens next?" I pose with Patty.

I thought she needed to call Kathy and Megan, in close succession, to ensure they heard directly from her how our relationship had changed between the two of us. Nothing was hinted at going beyond the intimate change in our relationship, but we were definitely no longer just the woman next door and the man she knew.

I told Patty that I'd leave it up to her to think about whether she wanted to say anything to Maggie. The fact that the four women worked together organizing Ann's event-and the chemistry I sensed among them during that time-left me wondering a bit just how involved some of them might have been.

Two days later, I got a call from both Kathy and Megan. They essentially told me the same thing: both knew how strong Patty's feelings were towards me, but Patty had understood enough to keep them in check until after some time had passed after Ann's death.

Megan, in particular, asked me if Patty had told me about having been in the pool-house the day of the pool party when they'd all first met.

I told her that Patty had given me all the details. I was duly impressed by the effect that my wife had on other women.

Megan went on to say that she had the opportunity to spend some time with Patty before she and Kathy returned to Florida following Ann's event.

"Do you know?" she asked, "that woman has a tongue so long that it can reach well into my vagina and massage me with its tip? I can orgasm in less than five minutes."

"I know," I said.

"I can hardly wait until we come out again for a visit next month." She added.

As the summer months approached, everything around the pool had to be prepared for the anticipated nights where I would return to my nightly dips before going to bed. The same for the hot-tub that Ann and I had installed after Doug and Kathy moved back east.

We had grown accustomed to the pleasures the tub could bring, so we made some major modifications to the yard area, and close to the house created a privacy alcove for the tub, adjacent to the pool. The only thing we noticed was that if anyone looked out the window of Patty's second-floor guest room would be able to see pretty much anything going on, in, and around the tub. We remained unconcerned.

July of 2024 came, and both Kathy and Megan came with it for two whole weeks. During the first week, I was needed at morning meetings for only three days. The meetings involved international cadre of engineers focused on a particular area of our proprietary business. The afternoons were entirely open following lunch, so I didn't miss much.

Patty, of course, joined in with every opportunity. To see those three totally naked women lounging around the pool, moving in and out of the Jacuzzi, clearly a sight that would make a young man's heart jump clear out of his chest.

The evenings in the hot tub featured a variety of sexual encounters. For example, the girls, Megan and Patty, especially would team up on my dick, lick and suck on it until I begged one of them to-fuck me, although teasing was more accurate the way they toyed with me.

More often than not, Megan responded to the request. Depending on the duration of the encounter, we sometimes get out of the tub and I'd fuck them both on one of the lounge chairs. On other occasions it would be Megan eating Patty's pussy while I fucked Patty from behind. Occasionally, while Megan was eating Patty, Kathy would position herself, so Patty could eat her out in turn.

We'd all become pretty horny with the conversations at the dinner table, so it was anyone's guess as to where it would all lead as the evening unfolded.

Fucking Patty wasn't exactly the same as fucking either Kathy or Megan. There seemed to be some historical component that I couldn't exactly put my finger on, but I decided that my love and affection for Patty largely dismissed the notion that I fucked her and ate her pussy merely for simple sexual gratification. I thought more deeply about our relationship than I did of the other two women.

One of the more memorable moments came when Patty ate Kathy's pussy for the first time and Patty gave Kathy's vagina-the long tongue treatment. She got Kathy pretty hot, licking up and down her slit, rubbing her lips and nose back and forth across her clitoris. Then she spread Kathy's legs further apart and drove the full length of her tongue deep into Kathy's vagina. After plunging in and out a few times, Patty began massaging the walls of her tunnel until Kathy exploded with a shuddering-and I swear ground-shaking-orgasm.

The orgasm lasted much longer than most as Patty continued to thrust her tongue in and out of Kathy's cunt. After Kathy regained her composure, she looked at Patty and said, "Do you think we could do that again?"

Believe me, both Kathy and Megan took full advantage of Patty's unusual tongue fucking throughout their entire visit.

By the way, had I mentioned when Patty wraps her tongue around the crown of my cock, it sometimes feels as though it meets itself on the other side? The way she licked up and down my shaft is another whole new experience in itself. I could not ever imagine getting another blowjob like the ones that Patty gave me. They were incredible!

As the weekend approached, we'd had several discussions about what had been included in the initial manuscripts I'd been working on. All three ladies had read the work to date, particularly the sections covering the pool-party years and the flashings we'd all received from Maggie's husband, Randy.

Since the women had been instrumental in the success of Ann's celebration of life, we wondered whether it would be a good idea to invite them to join us for an afternoon around the pool, perhaps followed by a barbecue.

"Seeing as to what that could lead to," Kathy offered, "I need to think about it. How do we know how they'll interpret an invitation like that? 'Come on over for a fuck fest'? They already know about some of the relationships among us, so what else would they conclude?"

Megan popped in. "It seems to me the real question is: What is it that we want to have happen?"

"I think you're right," replied Patty.

The idea sort of hung in the air while we finished our dinner. Kathy finally spoke again. "I've thought about the invitation idea for Maggie and Randy. Clearly, their wholesome, uninhibited sexuality was on full display the day we first met them. Obviously, they're Bi, like the rest of us. I know all of us girls were salivating over both of them.

"Bob here cast his vote by displaying a major tent pole in his trunks the moment he saw Randy's now infamous Speedo and bulging pecker. I believe Bob would have liked nothing better than to have ripped it off and engulfed his cock in his mouth. I know for a fact that Doug would have, because he told me so later that evening."

I interjected. "It might be okay now that Maggie was no longer under my direct charge as an employee. She's now the manager of the secretarial pool, which has provided me with a replacement secretary.

Secretaries these days don't play the classic roles they once did. Most of the staff handled their own written communications, and we had a computer system that could handle meeting schedules and locations. What was more important was their new roles focused more on office administration, which they were really good at, I might add.

I was about to continue explaining my concerns about Maggie's relation to me in the office when Patty chimed in.

"Bob, do you remember that when you and I first became intimate, you had asked me to please call Kathy and Megan to let them know how our relationship had changed? Do you also remember that you left it up to me as to whether I should call Maggie as well?"

"Well after a few days I did."

"What did she have to say?"

"You better stay seated. Maggie told me that for the longest time she had fantasies of you and her husband Randy in bed with her-having you fuck her relentlessly while she sucked Randy's dick. Then she'd fantasize Randy fucking her from behind while she devoured your cock."

"Good lord, she told you all of that?"

"That and more. Do you know that she quite often came to work not wearing any panties? That the two of you might have a chat with you on the opposite side of her desk while she pumps a couple of fingers in her pussy as you talk? She has for a long time suspected that you were Bi and that perhaps at that pool party, you would react to Randy's flaunting in ways that would confirm it for her. She is completely convinced, so there wouldn't be any surprises-even if we were all nude the moment they walked in the door!"

"Sounds like you two had a very informative chat, to say the least."

Now that you mention it, I do recall a few times during a chat with her in which I had suspected that maybe she was touching herself, but had convinced myself that it was merely another fantasy of mine. I also remember my dick was beginning to stir at the time."

"Was there anything else?" I asked.

"Only what Ann had told her shortly after she and Randy arrived. She had just met Doug and Kathy's friends, Steve and Megan. She was captivated by Megan's beauty and smitten by the body that went with it. Breasts like her own and once she saw Megan in a bikini, she became mesmerized with lust."

"GOOD LORD!" Megan shouted. "She told you all of that?"

"Yes. Maggie told me that Ann was determined to get your attention with the hope of gaining your interest. She said she could easily see that Ann was sporting a drenched pussy-so wet that it was seeping through her bottoms, leaving a clear line of dark right down the middle of her pussy. Ann said that if she could attract Megan's attention, with all of that, maybe it could eventually lead to something mutually satisfying."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Look at me." Megan cried. "My pussy is so drenched right now just hearing you relate that story that my juices are running down my thighs!"

"Well, we can't have that," Kathy said. "Take off your panties, sit your ass up on the table, and let me take care of that for you."

Megan quickly complied. Kathy sat in a chair and proceeded to lap up all the nectar seeping between Megan's thighs. One could hear the surface tension releasing with Megan's juices as Kathy continued to devour her friend. The sound was more than Patty could resist, and she asked Kathy to let her have some of the sweet nectar before it was all gone.

Kathy complied. When she finally lifted her head, her face smeared with Megan's nectar. I kissed Kathy, tasting some of the juice, and told her to remove her panties and lie down besides Megan. As she did. I dropped my shorts and quickly entered Kathy, whose pussy was now glistening with its own juices.

After that scene finally settled, I told the women that I would call Maggie myself. I would tell her of what I learned and depending on her response would decide what to do next, if anything.

I remember that it was Wednesday night.

The following Thursday morning, I called Maggie at the office on her private cell phone. I asked her if she was free for lunch. She said that she was and asked if there was something special that she needed to bring-something I needed from the office.

"No," I told her. "Our meeting would be of a personal nature."

I spoke with Patty yesterday, and I was made aware of what I'd known-or suspected-was between us for years. It was time for us to have a candid conversation and quit pretending that the feelings we had for each other didn't exist.

She was quiet.

"Are you still there Maggie?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm feeling a bit awkward at the moment. I'm not quite sure what to say. I can say that I'm quite pleased that you called, and will certainly look forward to our lunch together. Where and at what time?"

"Can you meet me at The Hawk at noon?"

"Yes, that works for me."

"Okay, if you get there before I do, try to get to one of the booths towards the back, where we'll at least be out of earshot of most patrons."

"See you then."

We disconnected the call.

Maggie arrived before me and had managed to secure the booth in one of the back corners. She had a smile a mile wide as I slid in next to her and she immediately reached up and kissed me gently on the lips.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this?" she said.

I told her: "I understood the awkward feeling she expressed on the phone, and that I think I can explain enough to put that awkwardness to rest."

"So Maggie, listen," I started. "I want to acknowledge that, because I was responsible for you as an employee, I knew from the beginning that there was an attraction between us--but I also knew I could not act upon my own desire.

"What has changed is that I'm no longer directly responsible for you. I have one of your secretaries taking care of my office needs. That means we're just two people who happen to work for the same company, free to do as we wish in our private lives."

"I still have some community responsibilities relating to the company, so there's some visibility there. Anything involving the two of us would necessarily need to remain strictly private. Does that alleviate your feelings of awkwardness?"

She didn't answer. She simply looked at me, leaned over and kissed me again-only this time a bit more passionately than the kiss when I'd first arrived.

"Maggie," I said, "let me begin with a few things that perhaps would satisfy any wondering or suspicions you might have had over the years. There is one thing in particular that always got to me."

"I was aware-or at least suspected-that often when we had chats at your desk, you were in some way tantalizing your pussy. I don't know, maybe a couple of fingers pumping your vagina as we talked? I could see it in your eyes. Moreover, I could tell that you were watching my pants for any revealing reaction that might indicate that you were in some way pleasing me.

"Well, you succeeded. There were several times when I returned to my office, closed the door, and stroked a steamy load into a tissue from the way you made me feel. I don't know if other guys in my position had the capacity to do something like that, but I began to wonder if I was losing control of myself."

"So yes, Maggie-you got your message through to me. And, by the way, leaning over my desk in your lacy bras, wearing that mild perfume you liked, had much the same effect. You could make me hard most times with just the way you looked at me.

"What do you say to that?"

Again, she said nothing. She simply leaned into me another earth shattering kiss.

After a few moments, I could see that she was gathering her thoughts. "Bob," she began, "from almost the first moment we met, I knew that I could love you. There was something about this man's stature that set him apart from the other engineers here. Yes, you were really handsome, of course, but it was your gentle smile that seemed to be telling me something about your heart. I immersed myself in your presence and let the time go by day-by-day. Little by little, my love grew for you, Bob. Not like my husband, Randy, but with all the sexual realities that accompanied that love. I don't know what else to say at this moment. Maybe I should tell you that whenever you came into the office, my groins just leaped to life and the wetness in my panties became an instant reality. You have no idea how many times I thought to myself I wish this man would fuck me silly. Do you know that more often than not I came to work without wearing any panties? There were quiet times during idle moments when I would fantasize about you, Randy, and me having wild threesomes while I had two fingers pumping my cunt. Did you have those kinds of thoughts? Once I learned that you were bisexual, including Randy in those fantasies came quite naturally."

After she finished, we sat in silence for several minutes.

Then Maggie leans in and says to me.

"You know that I've heard the stories about Ann's first adventure in the restaurant where she was bare-ass naked on the seat between you and Kathy?

I nodded.

So let me tell you that I removed my half-slip from under my sun dress before I came in here today. The back of my sun dress is tucked up behind me and I'm sitting here with my bare ass on the seat next to you. Watch for a second. See how I can slide around a little?"

She shifted beside me.

"I have a news bulletin for you, Maggie. I didn't bother with any briefs under my shorts today either, so there's some amount of access up my short's legs-where something rather hard can be found. And there is a little déjà vu.

Maggie's eyes widened.

"You didn't notice that moments after I walked in that three ladies came in behind me and took the other booth in the opposite corner, see them?"

"Oh Bob. You are a devil!! How in the world did you know that the meeting between us would lead to something like this?"

"If it hadn't," I responded, "Kathy, Megan, and Patty were prepared to pantomime using their bare pussies and fingers to convey a sufficient hint-encouragement, if you will-to get you started.

"Give me your hand," she said.

With a smooth action, she put my hand on her mound.

"It's time for you to explore a bit."

At the same time, she reached down and worked her hand up my shorts and closed it around my cock. It was only by chance that the number of patrons in the restaurant were situated, outside of view, and were oblivious to our lascivious actions.

Maggie then began to visibly slide around in her now gushing pussy nectar that had accumulated on her seat. Across the room, our three companions watched with undisguised delight. I had two fingers in Maggie's vagina and was pumping, flicking, and swirling. Within moments, it became obvious to the ladies, who were fixated on Maggie, that she was having an orgasm accompanied by a blissful smile on her face. She rested against me, smiling.

"You know what's really different about this?" she said, catching her breath. "When Ann did this a long time ago, she didn't know that there was a woman who witnessed her orgasm. This time, I happen to know that those three women across the room watching today will leave that bench they're sitting on-flooded with sweet nectar, in celebration of my first orgasm with you. What do you think of that?"

I withdrew my two fingers out of Maggie's gushing pussy, looked over at the girls across the restaurant and put them in my mouth and sucked on Maggie's sweet flavor. They all applauded in pantomime.

"So, Bob?" Maggie said.

"Yes?"

"I need you to take me home to your kitchen."

"Patty told you about that too?" I asked.

"She sure did and I'd like very much if you would fuck me silly. Then suck your cum out of my vagina for our cheerleaders over there to watch."

"Count on it," I said.

Maggie and I drove independently to my house and parked. She was quite literal when she had told me to take her home to my kitchen. She knew the story of how Max had ravished Patty's pussy-and kept this well in mind, unbeknownst to me, and she shared the fantasies and dreams with Randy about me fucking her on the desk in my office.

When we went into my kitchen, the first thing she did was signal me to hush while she called her husband, Randy, on the phone.

After a moment or two Randy answered the call.

"Hi, sweetheart."

"Hi yourself. I need to tell you something"

"Okay, are you alright?"

"I think so. I think a fantasy of mine might come true?"

"What fantasy is that?" Randy asked her.

"My boss has just brought me into his office and closed the door. Randy? I think my boss wants to fuck me?"

"Really?"

"Yes. Oh Randy, he's sitting me on his desk and lifting up my dress. I don't have any panties on, Randy. Oh my heavens, Randy. He's starting to eatttttttt my pussy. I'm gushing juice in his faceeeee, R-r-r-andy! I can't help it because it feels so good and I've dreamed of him doing this for years. If he keeps this up I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum, I'm g-g-g-oing to cummmmmmm, OH! OH! YES!!!"

After Maggie had a chance to recover.

"Good lord, Randy, I've never orgasmed that quickly in my life. Oh my! Mr. Mitchel is taking his clothes off. Oh Randy, I'm sure now he wants to fuck me. His cock is huge and I can see some gleam of pre-cum on its tip."

She stopped and looked at me with a mischievous smile. "Yes, yes, yes, he's going to f-f-f-fuck meeeeeeee. He's shoved his cock in me now, Randy! Holy shit, Randy, his dick is pushing against my cervix. He's pounding my cunt deeper than I've ever been fucked in my entire life! He must be a bit longer than you are, Randy? Oh Randy, he's still fucking me with everything he's got! Randy, three of the secretaries here at the office just walked into his office."

"WHAT THE FUCK!! Randy, the three secretaries are taking off their sun dresses and they're not wearing any panties! My god, Randy, one of them is laying down alongside of me and is beckoning to my boss to fuck her too! Oh Randy! My boss, Robert, has moved and is now fucking the girl next to me and the other two secretaries are taking my dress off."

"Hollly shit, Randy!"

"One of the girls is starting to eat my pussy and suck the juices out of my vagina. There's something different about her technique! The way she licks and sucks on me, her tongue is like nothing I've ever felt before. Oh my, Randy, she has such a long tongue!"

"She's got her tongue so far up my vagina it feels almost like a dick, except its tip is massaging the inside of my tunnel. Randy, Randy, Randy, I'm in love with this girl. She can eat my pussy anytime she wants. And my boss can fuck me anytime he wants as well. Oh, what a dream come true!"

"We all need to go now, Randy. Oh my God, I have to get off the phone now. My boss is about to put his cock in my mouth."

"Mmmmmmm," she paused, "I'll see you when, mmmmmmmm, I get home. Maybe you'd like to mmmmm eat my pussy and fuck me for dinner, eh? Bye!"

She ended the call.

"Well, we certainly all had fun with that," I thought.

I told Maggie that she should probably call Randy back and fill him in on the "my office" charade, in case he was concerned that there might be something wrong at my office. She did so and also told him that they had been invited to another pool party on Sunday-no speedo required.

"He was ecstatic to hear the good news," she said.

I quickly added that the party was really more of a day by the pool. We had planned to spend it by the pool to welcome the summer months and wanted her and Randy to join us. It would not be a big party like the ones in the past. She acknowledged that, for a few minutes, she had wondered whether it would turn into a massive nude pool party.

I think before the afternoon was over, Maggie had been given the opportunity to eat the pussies of the other three women there, more than once, and each of the three had a taste of her as well. I also found that Maggie is well experienced at sucking dick. I would have assumed as much having seen Randy's dick, but, as they say, the proof is in the pudding. She really knows how to build up the shaft licking as a precursor to taking the crown into her mouth. By the time she does that, the pre-cum is plentiful and she licks it all up before she attempts to swallow you all the way down her throat. Humphrey Bogart's famous line from the movie Casablanca-"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship"-certainly applies here.

As the time approached for Maggie to leave, Megan popped up with an idea.

"Maggie, do you own a short pleated skirt?"

"Yes, but they're too short for the office. Why do you ask?"

So Megan looks at Kathy, Patty, and says to Maggie.

"We three would like to treat you to a little fun game we play at the Mall's food-court, but you need to wear a short pleated skirt and leave your panties home. Are you game? We call it Ann's Delight."

"I'm game! Anything with a name like that I suspect would be too good to pass up."

"Okay, great! We like to enjoy the old times whenever we're here visiting your new found friend here, Bob..." Megan laughed. "Come over around noon, so you can go with us. I'm assuming you're free tomorrow?"

"Yes, I have some vacation days still available, so I can easily arrange to take one tomorrow. By the way, Bob's cock, is not newly found. It was simply used for the first time yesterday--and there will be many more times to come!"

Maggie arrived on Friday morning around 11:30 a. m. After some chit-chat with me and Patty, all four of these killer-looking women climbed into my Lexus and departed for the mall.

As I was about to grab the skimmer basket to get a few leaves off the pool when my doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, so when I opened the door there stood Randy. I was not only surprised but also concerned that something was wrong. maybe not happy that I'd spent the previous afternoon eating his wife's pussy, fucking her I don't know how many times and feeding her my cock whenever she looked hungry.

His opening comment was simple.

"Hello Bob." I invited Randy by saying it was nice to see him, or something like that. He continued.

"My wife came home yesterday from the office with a smile on her face a mile wide. She didn't say a word. She just walked up to me and gave me the most passionate kiss I can ever remember her doing."

"Next, she unbuckles my belt, unzips my pants and pulls them to the floor. Before I knew what had hit me, she was licking my then flaccid dick with as much enthusiasm as any man could ever want. Then she took my cock in her mouth and used her free hands to take off her sun-dress, shoes, and bra-she didn't even have on any panties-leaving her butt-naked right there in our kitchen."

She sits down on our kitchen table, spreads her legs, and says to me.

"I'm what's for dinner tonight. You can begin by eating my pussy for hors d'oeuvre until I orgasm, then fuck me for the main course."

"I think I would like sucked dick for dessert if you'd be so kind."

"You guys must have had one heck of an afternoon here yesterday and I'm just here to thank you. So Thank You, Bob! What can I do to show my appreciation?"

"Well, come on in and I'll get us something cold to drink."

Nevertheless, we got a Coke or something out of the refrigerator in the pool-house and settled down onto the lounge chairs. We talked about some of the building projects he currently had underway on the other side of town, but it wasn't long before we got around to talking about the following Sunday and the pool gathering where they had been invited.

He quickly commented that he was glad to hear his infamous "Speedo" wasn't needed. I told him I was also glad, noting that with all the beautiful women that would be there, it might have been almost impossible to keep things from "busting out" anyway.

He responded by acknowledging the challenge that would require and quickly added that my dick would only make it almost impossible for him. I was hoping he would make a comment to that effect. I had thrown on a pair of light cotton pants and an open shirt to match when I heard the doorbell rang. So with the pants I had on-it was difficult at best to hide- or even want to hide, the growing bulge in my pants. I got up and stood beside his lounge and asked, "You mean like this?"

He inspected the now very hard dick in my pants, simply saying.

"Oh yes, Bob. I remember the last time we were around this pool and the desire I had to remove your swim trunks. Like this."

With that, he gently pulled down my pants to where I could quickly kick them aside. He looked for a moment or two and then began to gently run his hands up and down my shaft, occasionally rubbing the precum off the crown with his fingers and putting it in his mouth. Drawing me closer. He then began to lick the sides of my cock, one side then the other. He took the crown in his swirling tongue before engulfing as much as would fit in his mouth. He stroked and sucked, stroked and sucked, stroked and sucked until that all too familiar wave began to peak and I filled his mouth full of cum.

"My god, Randy!" I screamed. "I think that will certainly take care of any thanks I might have been due."

A sizable load I surmised when I filled his mouth, as much of it spilled out and ran down his chin spilling into his lap.

"So, Randy, what I'd like very much to know now is whether or not my eyes deceived me the last time I saw you dick trying to break free of that "Speedo" you wore the last time you were here."

And, with that I asked him to stand, after which I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped his pants down to his ankles.

"Oh Randy, I don't think I'm going to be able to get all of that in my mouth. Please take off the rest of your clothes and lay down on the lounge."

I had moved both his legs off the lounge, one to each side. I positioned myself between them and gently inspected his now raging, hard cock sticking straight up. I don't think his cock was quite as long as my own-but it sure as heck was thicker. My thumb just barely reached my fingertips as I wrapped around his dick. I remember thinking, "I wonder how it is that I didn't sense his wife's pussy having been stretched when I fucked her yesterday?"

"Oh Randy," I told him, "I'm going to enjoy this."

I began by doing to him exactly what he'd just finished doing to me. I licked up and down both sides of his shaft, wiped the pre-cum off the head of his dick with my finger, and put it in my mouth. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took his cock to the back of my throat. I could hardly believe that I was able to do that, as well as he!

"Holy Shit, Bob! I can hardly believe you could do that? I think that you and I are going to be really good friends!"

As with me, I stroked and sucked, stroked and sucked, stroked and sucked. He didn't seem to be building to a climax, so I was concerned he wasn't quite getting all that he needed. So I asked him.

"Can I do anything here to heighten your pleasure?"

He said that he would really enjoy having my cock in his mouth while I continued pleasuring him.

"Top or bottom?" I asked.

"I'd like you on top, fucking my face while you suck my dick. Can you do that?"

So we adjusted our positions accordingly and found a rhythm that we could both manage, and it was only about maybe 10 minutes later that we climaxed exploding substantial amounts of sperm into each other's mouths. For me, that was less than an hour since I had already done that with Randy. This was a bit of a surprise to me, but it was such an intensely hot exchange. The juice was really flowing and chemistry between us was undeniable.

Then came the surprise of the day! Four women standing on the other side of the pool all began clapping and chanting, "Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"

I couldn't fucking believe it! They returned home and quietly watched the whole "69" display from start to finish.

Randy and I decided that we'd best spend some time in the Jacuzzi and maybe get to know each other beyond our mutual interests of sucking each other's dicks. The girls were understanding and just let us be for a while, that is-until Patty and Kathy just couldn't contain themselves. They needed to tell us all of what had gone on in the food court, so they slipped into the Jacuzzi and proceeded to describe the scene.

"Well, for starters," said Kathy, "you'll remember how Ann discovered how aroused she got sitting next to the glassed wall at the top of the escalator without wearing any panties with the back of her short pleated skirt tucked up behind her? She would lean over the chair revealing her beautifully shaved pussy anytime some guy would approach the top? He couldn't miss it!"

"Okay, got the picture? Good. What Ann discovered was that her pussy got sopping wet with arousal from the attention. She slid around on the chair upon her own sweet nectar becoming so aroused that at one point she had an orgasm."

"I forget the exact sequence of events the first time I played with her, or precisely when we switched places, but the essence of the game was that when Ann got up from her now soaking wet chair, I took her place. I would slide my own pussy around in Ann's nectar attempting to arouse the same level of pleasure. My mind didn't want to believe that I'd actually engaged in such bizarre behavior, but my body made it clear that I was enjoying myself."

"I do well remember being told of the pleasures reported by the original three women, which by then had included Megan. I also remember thinking that it seemed a bit childish, but who was I to judge?"

Kathy continued, Patty smiled with a devilish grin.

"Since Maggie was new to the group, we first explained the game, Ann's Delight. It could very well have been named Musical Pussies, because it looked more like musical chairs when in action. Maggie thought she might have some problems getting sufficiently aroused to participate. Thus, Miss Problem Solver here-came up with the idea-that each of us should insert the little vibrators in our vaginas."

"That ought to really get things started," she said.

"So that's what we did. There's a shop right there in the mall where we picked up what we needed. Then stopped by the ladies' room nearby and got ourselves rolling."

Kathy paused briefly before continuing.

"We all had on our short pleated skirts, without panties, and vibrating pussies ready to play the game of Ann's Delight, a. k. a. Musical Pussies. I don't remember who orgasmed first, but after Maggie let out a loud moan, we knew she was onboard!"

"I could see that Patty was getting really excited, so she jumped into the conversation. She explained that while the four of them were busily immersed in each other's juices, that she had noticed a really attractive blonde lady with a pony tail sitting two tables away paying close attention to whatever we were doing."

"I'm fairly sure," Patty said, "that the lady at least has caught the drift of our activity and was enjoying the spectacle herself as she seemed to be slipping around a bit. So, I decided to go to the ladies room and walk past her chair for a closer look."

"As I approached her table, she looked at me coming towards her and asked, 'Are you all doing what I think you're doing?'"

"What do you think we're doing?" I asked.

"It looks as though you're masturbating in one another's juices-like a big wet orgy! It looks incredibly hot! I thought I saw a few climaxes?"

"Well, close enough. Listen, I'm going to come around on the other side of you and stand a bit closer," I whispered in her ear, "Do you have your panties on?"

"No. I took them off earlier while nobody was looking so I could enjoy myself. You ladies really got my attention."

Patty continued, "If you'd like to join us, reach under my skirt and take the vibrator-."

"OH MY LORD!!!" She was flustered and excited at this opportunity.

"Take the vibrator out of my vagina and insert it into yours, okay? Then, casually get up, walk over to our table, and sit in my chair. Be sure to pull your skirt up behind you."

"So this gal reaches up under my skirt, runs two fingers up my slit, for a second-I felt her rubbing my clit. Then she reaches into my vagina. I believe with the thumb and middle finger, pulled out the vibrator and for a quick moment placed it in her mouth. She slides out towards the edge of her chair and inserts it into her vagina."

Patty says that she gasped with pleasure saying, "Oh! I think we're going to love this gal!"

From that point on, she went on to explain how everything went well. Their new friend had an energetic orgasm within the first 15 minutes or so.

They had added another chair to their table and brought all of Linda's belongings over along with the chair. And yes, they had found out the blonde's name and that of her husband, Walt. "WAIT A MINUTE!!" I shouted, "Did you say her name was Linda and she had a husband named Walt?"

Kathy answered, "Yes."

"Patty, you fink!" I said. "You knew all along who the blonde was. She's your marketing friend-I've heard you mention in the past. When were you going to tell us?"

"Well, Bob, now that you've let the cat out of the bag, I wasn't going to say anything until someone asked if they might like to come over Sunday along with Maggie and Randy. I think you'll recognize Linda's husband, Walt. He is the one that did all the modifications to our adjoining fence gate with the electronic controls. You even approved the contract with his company."

"Well, I have to admit, you had me fooled with your story; even though I thought that was pretty far out for a total stranger to jump into the game. Especially the bit about her taking the vibrator out of your pussy and tasting it before she put it in her own vagina. Come on, even the pleated skirt, and the lack of panties? That was a little far-fetched. I'm going to let Megan and Maggie decide what punishment suits your sexual mischief when they find out."

After all of that, Patty eventually shared that both Linda and Walt were bisexual and had been married for 17 years. Linda had told the four women that they were "really nasty," laughing as she said it. Linda smiled hinting that Walt would receive one of the best fuckings of his life when he got home from work.

Maggie eventually joined the Jacuzzi and slipped in between Randy and me as Kathy was climbing out.

"Well, here I am between my two favorite dicks." Maggie said. "I'd play musical dicks with my mouth, but I'm afraid I'd drown in the process. So-" She gave us a broad smile and said, "I'll just hold onto them instead."

After a bit of that, Randy and I exchanged looks.

"I know that look on her face," he said. "We need to get out of the Jacuzzi now."

The three of us got out and the other two beauties climbed in to be with Patty. As I was getting out of the Jacuzzi, I told Patty that she needed to spill the beans with Megan and that I'll tell Maggie, taking the heat for you. With that comment, both Megan and Maggie started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"You guys must think we're all dumb shits," Megan said. "Patty knew damn well that we all recognized that Linda was a friend of hers the second we saw the vibrator go in her mouth. We just went along with the deception so as to not spoil the moment. We all had a blast."

Kathy just grinned.

So Randy, Maggie and I got dried off and the three of us settled down on the big double lounge chairs and intertwined ourselves. It wasn't more than a minute or two when Maggie said to her husband, "Randy, I want you to fuck me doggie while I demonstrate to our esteemed host what a nice tongue and mouth I have. Then, after you've filled me with a nice load of sperm, I'll share it out as best as I can into Bob's mouth. I gathered from what I saw when we got back here earlier that he likes drinking your cum."

We were busy on the double lounge chair for quite a while. I have no idea what the girls were doing in the Jacuzzi, and I never asked either of them what I'd missed.

We spent the rest of that day enjoying the sunshine, cooling off in the pool, and sharing some personal time with each other. I especially remember how much I enjoyed the passionate kisses with both Kathy and Megan as we fucked each other.

As the day waned, Randy and Meggie said they'd very much like to come back on Sunday. They both had nice parting kisses for me as they walked out the door.

Later that evening, when it was time for bed, all four of us decided it would be fun to all shower together. Ann and I had always kept a shower large enough to accommodate two, probably even three. Anyway, we managed to wash off the results of the day and called it a night. Kathy and Megan went to the guest room together while Patty had asked if she could stay over and sleep with me.

"I'll think about it," I told her with a grin on my face the size of a watermelon.

As Patty and I got settled in, she told me that Megan had hired her as a marketing consultant. She added that her company had several consultants that focused on various animal-care markets across the world, particularly in regions, where animals need special surgeries in order to save their lives.

"Can you imagine doing some kind of surgery on a huge bull elephant in Tanzania to save its life? Maybe he needed to be circumcised or something?"

We both laughed uncontrollably.

At breakfast, Megan told us there was a special board meeting the following Tuesday in New York. The agenda included various reports from the cadre of consultants the board draws upon around the globe from time to time. Since Megan had arranged with our friend Patty here to cover some of the more subtle marketing aspects of our company's products, she would be accompanying her to New York. One of the company's jets was going to be on the West Coast on Sunday, so the two of them would hitch a nice ride Monday morning.

"One of them!!?" I asked, puzzled.

"Yes," Megan replied.

"We currently have three-actually four, two Boeing 737's, an AirBus A320, and also a small leased Learjet. When we need international travel arrangements, we charter whichever aircraft the situation requires. That only happens occasionally."

On Sunday, the six of us spent much of the afternoon more or less picking up from where we left off the previous Friday. Maggie made it a point to enjoy Patty's tongue more than once, and I took every opportunity to make up for all the times that I wanted to fuck Maggie but our work relationship made it dangerously prohibitive. I decided to look into whether there might be some way to overcome that difficulty. I noticed that Kathy and Patty spent some quality intimate time with each other, it's uncertain of when they would have another opportunity to hold one another again. The same could be said for Kathy and Maggie. I'm always impressed by the love and softness these ladies show when they make love. There's a genuineness that speaks volumes when they kiss and eat each other.

As Sunday evening approached, Patty said her goodbyes to Maggie and Randy. She explained she had some work preparation before her Monday morning departure with Megan. She kissed them both and told them that she looked forward to the next time they were all together.

Megan's company had a limo service they preferred, so a car came by Monday morning and picked up both Megan, Patty, and Kathy. Kathy would travel with her friends across the country before catching a connecting flight from JFK to Miami on Tuesday.

I never did ask the three of them what they did Monday night when they arrived in New York. I did find out later that the company jet wasn't due in Tallahassee until 1:00 p. m. Tuesday, so the pilot and crew parked the aircraft for the night then took Kathy with him as he left for Florida the next morning.

I didn't hear from Patty until the following Friday night. She said the pace throughout the week had been staggering: concurrent two-hour meetings in the morning, another meeting over lunch, one in the afternoon, and a two-hour break for dinner, and one final two-hour meeting starting at 7:30 p. m.

That had been the schedule for Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. There was one more Saturday morning, but she didn't plan on attending that one. She explained the intensity had to do with the international presence of the attendees and the extreme diversity of the animal preservation issues that prevailed around the world. She continued telling me that the partners that Steve had taken on years ago, together with Megan, had turned the company into a global firm that reached into the far corners of the Earth.

"Sick animals are like people," she said. "They're everywhere."

Then Patty grew quiet.

Finally, she told me that one of the other consultants was a biologist from the University of Tennessee. She specialized in snakes and knew more than a great deal about them, big ones, including those found in the Florida Everglades.

"And, Bob," Patty added, "she's an absolutely beautiful Black lady."

"So?"

"Bob..."

"Yes?"

"She told me that she knows you from Fremont High school in Oakland."

"Don't fuck with me Patty, she actually said Fremont?"

"Yes." She paused. "Bob, her name is Alicia."

She paused again before speaking.

"Oh Bob, sweetheart," Patty said. "She's your Alicia."

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