The Foursome 07

I am still reeling from the experience Randy and I had with Laura when I last wrote to you. Randy did leave us in the early evening that day, but Laura and I continued our time together, getting to know each other. She stayed with me a second night as well. I must say, that woman is quite talented in the art of sucking dick, not to mention her energetic gyrations when we fuck. We will become very good friends I predict.

I left for the office the next morning before Laura awoke. I left her the keys to Ann's Mercedes and a note to wear whatever she needed from Ann's closet to get home, as I believed the cocktail dress she'd worn two nights before might not be in the best of shape after all we'd been through. I've dealt with a lot of extremely sopping wet pussies in my day, but I have to say we made a mess of that black cocktail dress.

The balance of the week was un-eventful until I got a call from Patty Friday afternoon asking if I could come pick her and Cynthia up at the corporate hangars at the airport. She and another one of Megan's business consultants had hitched a ride home on the company jet along with a few others that were headquartered on the West Coast. Cynthia was going to stay with her until Sunday evening before continuing home on a commercial flight to Vancouver. I told her I'd be there in about 45 minutes and that I'd take her and her traveling partner out to dinner before the three of us went home.

Patty's new-found friend, Cynthia, was a beautiful woman about Patty's age. She too was a consultant to Megan's company and lived in British Columbia, up in Canada.

I got a brief accounting of all of what the consultant conference in New York was about over dinner and some of what came out of it when all was said and done. Not much of any particular interest to me, other than the call I'd received from Patty the previous Friday telling me that she'd met Alicia. Further conversations about that would have to wait until we were alone.

We got back to my house about 7:00 PM and Patty took Cynthia and all their stuff next door to Patty's.

That was in late August, and the weather was delightful to say the least. I had no sooner changed my clothes into my cotton shorts and matching jacket when Patty pops me a text telling me that she and Cynthia would really enjoy spending some of the remaining evening in my hot-tub. ar be it from me to refuse such a request from two gorgeous women.

I don't remember offhand if I've mentioned it in the past, but we have a touch-pad controlled gate in the fence between my home and Patty's. The gate codes when entered trigger a buzzer in my house, alerting me that the gate had been opened. The two girls came over 15 or 20 minutes later, both of them wearing short-length cotton robes. I meet them out by the tub and Patty says to me right away: "Bob, neither Cynthia nor I have anything under these robes. Is that going to be okay with you?"

With our history, I was puzzled that she would even ask unless it was the first time with someone I didn't know? I responded: "It won't bother me at all as long as Cynthia is comfortable with me removing my shorts and jacket?"

Then, without a doubt, came the surprise of my life. As the two of them removed their robes, it became obvious that Cynthia was a trans-woman. Both of them looked at me to catch my new-found awareness. I was speechless. The only thing that was really different about this woman was that she had a dick that appeared to be a bit bigger than even mine. All I could think to say was: "Cynthia, you are welcome in my hot-tub any time, clearly my clumsy, feeble-minded way of expressing my unconditional welcoming to a woman the likes of which I'd never known or experienced."

Can you even guess what those two did next? Patty sat on one side of me, and Cynthia the other. Patty gives me a passionate kiss and then whispers in my ear that she and Cynthia would like to share themselves with me. "HOLY SHIT! What do I do next?" I thought.

So, Cynthia, bless her heart, looks at me and asks: "Have you ever been with a trans woman?" I responded that I hadn't ever had any experience at all. She simply acknowledged that Patty had already told her that I was bisexual. That I could basically begin being with her as I would with any man or any cis gender woman, the obvious difference taken into account. She then kissed me with the same passion that Patty had just done moments earlier. OH MY! Between Patty's kiss and hers, my dick was coming to life and seemingly then some.

At first, I found myself hesitant to even attempt to fondle Cynthia's dick, but both she and Patty were exploring mine. After a few moments of them nurturing my Johnson, Cynthia takes my hand and puts it on her cock. "Oh, my goodness!" I thought. The language was a bit of a surprise, but she asked: "Do you have any idea how many times my rod has been buried in your friend's pussy while we were in New York? Or how many times she's had it in her mouth?" I didn't even know how to answer a question like that, so I offered: "All I can do to answer your question is to swallow your shaft as deeply as I can and share your cum with both you and Patty before I swallow whatever is left."

So now, Patty is attuned to the progress achieved between Cynthia and myself. She gets up and then sits down on Cynthia's dong while Cynthia continues to stroke me. Patty is up and down, up and down, up and down fucking Cynthia for all she's worth. Cynthia's strokes on my tool are increasing in intensity and before I even know it we both let out resounding sounds of pleasure and the both of us shot loads of sperm, hers in the depths of Patty's cunt and mine into the swirling water in the tub. "Good lord! This is nothing short of total blissfulness! My first half-hour with a trans I've just shot a load of cum into my tub! WHAT'S NEXT?" I thought.

We continued to lounge in the tub while Patty described the past week in New York sharing a room with Cynthia. Cynthia had fucked her so many times that she'd lost count, and the number of loads of spunk that Cynthia had deposited in her mouth of equal count. She said that: "Being bisexual and in bed with a trans woman for an entire week was nothing short of glorious."

So after a bit of kissing, chit-chat, and fondling among the three of us, we decided to get out of the tub, dry off and retire to my bedroom. Once we were settled in, the fondling continued and I was finally treated to a mouth full of Cynthia's cock. I licked her dick up and down both sides, circled my tongue around the crown of her cock tasting her pre-cum and then took her into my mouth with all the passion I could muster. I did that so many times between that moment and the mid-afternoon of Sunday when she had to leave that I too lost count. Both Patty and Cynthia had spent both Friday and Saturday night in my bed as we fucked and sucked each other.

Likewise, around the pool during the beautiful August weather most of the day on Saturday. I never did get any idea as to how much sex Cynthia was used to having, but it was clear to all three of us that we were taking every advantage we had that weekend to make the best of it, and believe me we did.

We escorted Cynthia to the head of the security on Sunday, with both Patty and I kissing Cynthia before we parted. I never laid eyes on her again after that. What a memory to hold onto.

I can't really be sure, but I think her tool was a bit bigger than mine, though Patty later told me that she couldn't tell the difference. All I can say about that is I sure loved every second I sucked on her dick.

I didn't see or talk to Patty for a couple of days. I think it was Wednesday afternoon that I got a text from Patty asking if I'd like to have dinner with her. Nothing fancy, just the Olive Garden, her treat. "A bit unusual?" I thought, but I fired back a text telling her that I'd enjoy the offer and that I'd be home by 5:30 or so. I couldn't help but wonder if she was going to tell me more about her having somewhat accidentally learned that the consultant she'd met at Megan's consultant conference in New York was non-other than my long-lost love, Alicia. While she had told me on the phone that she'd met her, that was about all she had said.

Sure enough, we'd just finished our bowl of their famous salad, and our entrée was served, when Patty says that she has to tell me something. "Oh, my goodness, here we go again!" I thought. But what she had to say wasn't in any way alarming, but rather what I would hope she'd be saying.

She had met Alicia early in the week that she was in New York. Both she, Alicia and Cynthia had dinner together their first night there and Patty had sensed a connection among the three of them. Nothing specific was said or even hinted about, but Patty sensed that both Cynthia and Alicia seemed to be attracted to each other. On their second night at dinner, it was pretty clear that all three were attuned to each other sexually. Since Cynthia and I had already broken some of that ground the night before, we both had hopes that the mutual attraction would escalate. When we were in the same meeting Wednesday afternoon, it was clear that all the signals would come to fruition soon, so we made certain that we had dinner again on Wednesday. Cynthia needed to attend the evening meeting, but Alicia told her we'd both be in my room and told her to come up as soon as she became free.

When Alicia and I were alone, she divulged that she and her husband had parted ways quite amicably four years prior. They had, she thought, enjoyed a life that included bisexual times with two other couples that were close friends, sometimes all six of them at the same time. Sometime before they had separated, a couple of years she guessed, her husband had come to the conclusion that he was really gay, not really bi. That changed the whole dynamic of their relationship to where they simply didn't have a marriage anymore. She wasn't sure what to call it at that point, so they thought it best for both their happiness that they separate. She was super busy working as a consultant and spent quite a bit of time traveling to where her expertise was needed. She was tearful in telling me about all of what had happened in her marriage, but she knew that since they were apart that they were both much more relaxed and happier that each were free to enjoy their lives without the unwanted complications.

When I approached her to give her a comforting hug, she held me close, then looked at me for a few moments and then kissed me with a sense of longing I've not experienced in ages. A voluptuous kiss I'll not soon forget. I swirled my tongue in her mouth for almost a minute as she also did with me. When we broke the kiss, all she said was that her tongue worked quite well in other places and she was certain that mine did too.

"I've been with a lot of women in my time." she said, "but few could kiss like this gorgeous black woman could." Patty went on to describe how Alicia began to grab her ass and pull their mounds together and massage each other through their skirts. Patty told me that Alicia started the undressing by reaching behind her, running the zipper down and letting her skirt fall to the floor. Patty responded by doing the same thing to Alicia's. Next came the blouses, one button at a time, followed by raising of the slips up and over each other's heads. Now standing in front of each other with only bras and panties remaining, we both seemed to savor the moment.

"When I reached down to feel her pussy, I was pleased to find her panties absolutely drenched, as I knew mine were too," she told me. "Oh Alicia! Your breasts are beautiful." She said as she reached around Alicia's back and unclasped her bra, allowing it to slide off her shoulders and onto the floor along with everything else. Patty next told me that Alicia only then asked her to: "Please baby, take my panties off and eat momma's pussy with that same tongue you kissed me with. I've got juices stored up that I want to feed you." Patty then told me of how she did as Alicia had asked and had treated Alicia to the long tongue fucking of Alicia's vagina and canal, which after only a few minutes resulted in Alicia's monumental orgasm, one that Patty was sure lasted at least 3 minutes or more.

"The one thing I have to tell you about Alicia is how tantalizing her cunt is when one spreads her lips. The pink tissues hidden beneath the black of her lips just want to suck you right in and never let you out. I just buried my face in all that lovely juice, licked and sucked until I ran out of breath. I know she climaxed at least four more times within those 30 minutes." Patty told me that after eating Alicia's pussy that she suspected that it had been a while since the last time anyone spent time between Alicia's legs, as all the energy seemed somehow to have been stored up.

After a few minutes, Patty told me that Alicia inspected her panties, commenting: "Oh Baby-Doll, your pussy is so gushing wet your juice is dripping off the bottom of your panties! Do you know how delicious that looks to me? Momma is going to take them off now, suck on them for a moment or two. Then momma is going to drink and suck all the sweet nectar until you're dry! How's that sound, Baby-Doll?" "Glorious" was Patty's response. And, as predicted, Alicia engaged herself in licking up every bit of juice she could and massaging Patty's clit with her tongue while pumping two, sometimes three, fingers into Patty's delicious cunt. From time-to-time, Alicia would take her fingers out and suck on them and then repeat that, offering her fingers to suck with Patty. Patty had always said she enjoyed the taste of her own cunt, but with what Alicia was doing just sent her over the edge, as she put it, and she had one organism after the other until she was absolutely exhausted. She lost count, she said. All I could think of was that Patty had been treated to the pleasures I'd always tried to give her in the past, but apparently, I'd fallen short of the mark.

Patty then told me that the two of them lay quietly on the bed, occasionally drawing close enough to kiss each other with obvious caring and continued interest in each other. Sometimes they massage each other's breasts and nibble on each other's nipples playfully. Alicia really seemed to really like it when Patty would suck on her nipples as though searching for nourishment.

Around 9:00 PM, Cynthia came up from her evening meeting and offered a huge smile when she saw all three of us lounging on the bed without a stitch of clothes on. She was, apparently, particularly taken with seeing Patty and Alicia laying so close and assessing that the two of them had enjoyed sex together.

Patty told me that Alicia did not know that Cynthia was a trans-woman. She doubted it was going to be a problem, and she was right.

Alicia says to Cynthia: "Maybe you'd be more comfortable if you joined us without all those clothes you're wearing, I think my friend Patty here would be happy to join me in helping you remove them." Patty said that Cynthia just smiled and stood alongside the bed.

So Alicia says, "Okay, I'll get the skirt."

"I'll get her blouse." Says Patty. Next, Alicia reaches up, pulls Cynthia's slip off and over her head, then un-fastens Cynthia's bra and lets it drop. She was about to allow Patty to remove Cynthia's panties when she saw the package bulging where she was expecting a camel-toe. Patty then tells me she's never in her life seen such a big smile on anyone's face any bigger than the one Alicia had at that moment.

"OH BABY-DOLL!!! You have something really special for your momma tonight! My mouth and my pussy are so hungry for that dick tucked in your panties that I'm not sure you're going to survive what I'd like to do with them? Let's unveil them before another second goes by." And with that, off came Cynthia's panties, and her beautiful cock sprung loose. I'm not sure I've ever witnessed a dick being devoured any faster than it took for Alicia to get that cock in her mouth.

Patty told me Alicia sat on the edge of the bed and made love to that dick as passionately as she'd ever seen. "Had it not been for the fact that she'd already spent both Monday and Tuesday nights sucking on that dick herself, that she might have felt jealous?"

Cynthia really had a beautiful dick, and any gay, bisexual man or a woman would thrust for the chance to suck on that dick. As expected, with what Alicia was doing to Cynthia's cock, she couldn't hold back her natural tendencies, and she exploded five or six ropes of cum of which almost all went into Alicia's mouth. Patty didn't even think any of it missed its mark, and Alicia was swallowing all that cream as fast as it came out the end of Cynthia's dick.

Cynthia's only comment was: "Well, momma, you sure do know how to treat a woman. Would you like your 'Baby-Doll' to fuck you in a few minutes?"

Alicia responded, "Oh, honey, my pussy hasn't had a nice cock in quite a while. So once you're ready, I'll keep it in me for the rest of the night."

Patty then tells me that all of what happened the rest of Wednesday evening was repeated Thursday night starting as soon as the dinner hour ended.

It wasn't until the three of them were having lunch on Friday that any additional personal topics were even discussed, starting with where each other lived, had grown up, full contact information and the like. When Alicia shared that she'd grown up in the San Francisco Bay Area, had attended Fremont High School and moved to Boulder, Colorado to attend the University there, then the "lights went on".

"I remembered." She said that's where you went to high school. The only thing I thought to do was ask her a seemingly innocuous question: "I'll bet you had lots of boyfriends when you were in high school?" "No, I actually only had one. We were together almost the entire time we were there. We were very much in love. His name was Bob and both he and I were having serious talks about getting married, but my dad and his mom thought it would be best to give ourselves a bit more time while I was at UC Boulder, so we relented for the time being. I'll tell you all about it someday."

The three of us just sat there for several minutes until it became clear that there was something awkwardly hanging in the balance. So I reached across the table and held Alicia's hand, looked at her and said to her: "Oh Alicia honey, I don't know how else to tell you this, but I know the entire story of your first love. I come to believe from what you've shared with us today that your Bob is none other than Bob Mitchell, my next door neighbor and one of the most loving men I've ever known. I only know the story because Bob has written extensively about the tremendous loss he suffered when he was very young." She then told me that Cynthia picked up immediately on the sensitivity of the conversation and excused herself, saying she'd be right back that she needed to go to the ladies' room.

I told Patty that there was no need to stress over not finding out about the fact that the Alicia she'd just spent the previous week with was the Alicia that I'd loved quite deeply many years ago. That she'd spent two nights with Alicia as they made passionate love to each other, I could well understand the mutual attraction.

We finished our entrée and ordered a piece of cheesecake for dessert that we could split along with some coffee.

I told Patty that I'd lost any meaningful contact with Alicia other than a call I'd received from her many years later telling me that her brother Thomas had died. The circumstances of his death were not up for discussion. He would have been in his early to mid-thirties at the time of his death was my best guess.

I know she was a biology major at UC Boulder, but I have no idea what followed any of that. "Did she give you any professional activities that came after that?" I asked. "Oh yes, quite a bit." She had started some graduate work at UC seeking a Masters. It didn't take too long for her advisers to tell her that her interests would be better served were she to transfer to the University of Tennessee in Knoxville. To elevate her goals and work towards a Doctorate in Environmental Sciences specializing in the treatment of animal species potentially threatened with extinction. There were several noted scientists at Tennessee who would welcome her with open arms. So that's what she did. About a year and a half after she had transferred, both her parents decided to be close to where she was and likely where she would be when her graduate days wound down.

She and her mom live in Memphis. Her dad passed away a couple of years ago. She is an international expert on the health and habitats of exotic snakes and is often called upon as a guest lecturer on the subject. She never said anything, but I can't help but wonder what if anything she thought when I fucked her vagina with my long tongue.

"Well Patty, that's quite a re-cap of your time in New York. Sure sounds like you had a successful trip on all counts. I'm happy to have you home."

I got up and was about to offer my gentlemanly assistance to Patty, but she didn't respond. Rather, she looked up at me and said: "Bob, there's one more thing - Alicia has business on the West Coast starting a week from tomorrow - she'll be at my house late Friday afternoon - we're hopeful that we're not being too presumptuous and that you'll want to spend some time with her while she's here? If you prefer not to, we'll find plenty to keep us occupied until she has to leave on Tuesday?"

I lowered my voice and whispered, "You've got to be fucking kidding me, right? Of course, I'll take as much as I can get!" My heart was pounding like a drum parade on the 4th of July. My head suddenly filled with doubt that I could present myself to Alicia equally to her obvious professional accomplishments. "Holy Shit! Dr. Alicia Blackmore, esteemed expert from the University of Tennessee!" Those are some heavy-duty credentials I thought to myself.

We drove home, quietly at first. Then Patty says to me: "I was thinking about us when I first got to New York last week. We've shared a lot of love for quite a while, first with Ann and then with the three of us until we lost her, now just the two of us plus a few others that we both care about and love a great deal. With the discovery of Alicia, I kept thinking on the flight home from New York that I was going to lose you to her." I could hear in her voice and see with a side glance that Patty was holding back tears. I slowed and pulled into the convenience of an auto supply store parking lot. I turned off the engine and took Patty into my arms and held her there.

"Please-- Bob, tell me you love me and you're mine to keep, always?" I continued to hold her, kissing her forehead in an attempt to comfort and allay her concerns. I picked up her chin and looked at her, saying: "Patty, you are the King-Pin of everything meaningful I have in my life today. Yes, we have love and sex with quite a number of our friends, but you are the anchor that holds me close. While we both know that you will never be another Ann, nor I another Max. Our bond is solid and lasting. I do love you in ways that are largely indescribable. My love for Alicia has laid dormant for many years. And while I look forward to seeing her and becoming reacquainted, I see no future with her beyond that. You have a solid hold on my heart and I don't see that changing in any way."

"Oh, Bob! Would you take me home now? And another thing, are you aware that you've never made love to me in my own bed? Neither you nor anyone else has been in that bed with me since Max died long ago, the only exception being your loving wife Ann. I'd like very much if you would come in and join me in my bed and let me make love to you and you to me." I re-started the car and drove us home, parked the car in the garage, and the two of us went over to Patty's to spend the night.

I don't recall having ever even been in her bedroom, much less in her bed. I quickly drank in the layout of the room and the king sized bed into which I'd been invited. I took my time and care as I removed Patty's shoes, dress and slip. Left standing, I un-clasped her bra and let her luscious breasts break free. Her nipples were already erect and appeared to be hard as nails. I leaned down and briefly nibbled slightly on each of them. I ran my fingers down the crease of her pussy, delighted to feel that she was gushing in anticipation of being fucked.

She responded by removing my shirt, then sat down on the bed and began helping me shed my shoes and pants. Finally, she pulled down my briefs and took my now raging hard-on into her mouth. She sucked and licked with the tongue that only Patty could provide. After a minute or two of that, I coaxed her down on her back, took hold of her panties at the waist and with her participation removed them to reveal her pussy glistening with seeping sweet nectar that served to beckon me. I slipped my dick into her, and she pulled me in as deep as she could, saying: "It's time to fuck me, my love. Please give me the fucking you know I'm aching for. Slow but firm, I want to feel you pumping inside me, your cockhead poking against my cervix seeking to flood me with your seed. That's it baby. I need you in me for the rest of the night." And with that came her gyrating pelvis as her pussy essentially sucked me in, not like Ann was famous for, but I could certainly feel Patty's love translating to a pulling of me deep into her cunt without doubt.

I continued to thrust in and out of her while watching her eyes and quivering lips as she savored the pleasure she was receiving. I thought my sense of an impending wave to explode sperm into her was likely going to preclude Patty cumming, but to my surprise, she pulled me down and kissed me quite energetically and I could feel her whole body shudder as she had an enormous orgasm. She held the kiss the entire time and only released me from it when her orgasm subsided. All of that only served to heighten my pleasure of fucking her that I too hit the wall and I could feel the ropes of cum shooting through my shaft deep into her pussy.

I don't know how many times I've fucked Patty in the past, but clearly this time seemed to have a special meaning to us both. "It's time to share the fruits of our love sweetheart." She said, So I laid down on her bed so she could straddle my face with her pussy while she leaned forward and began to clean up my dick with that magic tongue of hers. With her vagina directly over my mouth, she easily began to discharge my seed mixed with her sweet nectar into my mouth where I began to swirl it about with my tongue. We could only stay like that for a moment or two, as the mouthful laying on my back was impossible to keep from swallowing uncontrollably. Patty already knows that, of course, and lets me up to where she can quickly kiss me and gather up some of the fruit I've managed to retain in my mouth.

The kiss seemed to linger for a bit before Patty returned to my dick and I to the task of producing another orgasm as I ate her out. She didn't wait for that. Rather, when she sensed that my dick was recovering, she gave my face a few more rubs with her cunt before getting up, turning around to face me and impaling her still wet pussy down on my cock. "There" she said. "That's where that belongs." And we resumed the fucking that had started it all to begin with.

"Oh yes - oh yes, oh yes. That's where your beautiful cock needs to be. Let me fuck you my love so you'll know I belong to you." So, the rest of the night was more-or-less repetition of what we started with and continued until we both became exhausted and fell asleep.

I called Peggy Wednesday morning to tell her that I wouldn't be in until shortly after 10:00 AM. Before we got up though, Patty got on top of me and slipped my morning woody back in her pussy and began her signature gyrations to milk another load of cum out of me. It didn't take more than about fifteen or twenty minutes tops, and I produced another load of sperm deep into her delicious treasure. Patty really knows how to fuck. Knowing I needed to be at the office by ten or so, we got up and showered together as best we could in a stall barely large enough for the two of us.

I put on enough clothes that I wouldn't be arrested for indecent exposure and buzzed myself through our adjoining private gate and into my own house. Before walking out the door, Patty put her arms around my neck, gave me another of her warm passionate kisses and said to me: "You are welcome in my bed anytime your cock desires." "Thank you, likewise." I responded.

The rest of Wednesday and most of Thursday through Friday afternoon were full of apprehension of what might come when Alicia arrived. It had been years, no knowledge of her extensive college years, no particular knowledge of her bisexual experiences, no idea of what had befallen her brother, Thomas, and certainly no knowledge of what or how things had progressed to where she was now in regards to the separation with her husband. "SHIT!" It's almost like this woman is a complete stranger, yet it was my dick that got her cherry years before and we'd spent many a night in my car while in high school as she sucked my dick and my cumming on her tits before finally eating her out so she could cum herself, many tens of times. I don't even know if Thomas ever even told her how many times I'd sucked his cock or he'd sucked mine. I sometimes wonder how many pints of creamy white cum I swallowed out of that huge dick of his, I can get hard just thinking about it. I remember it was all I could do to keep up when he would empty his balls into my mouth. I do miss him. That's for sure.

Finally, it's Friday. My mind is a jumbled mess of thoughts, anxiety, happiness beyond words, you name it? The full gamut.

I did get a text from Patty telling me that Alicia's flight was due to arrive sometime in mid to late afternoon and that she was in fact on the plane, Alicia having texted Patty "wheels up" that morning. My reply to Patty was simply "Glad to hear she's on her way. I hope I'm given some time to visit with her?" How's that for being dumber than a fence-post for a reply?

Another text around 4:30 that afternoon. "Alicia is safe and sound. She'd like a brief nap, a shower to freshen up and wants to know if you'd be interested in having dinner with us here around 6:30 or 7:00? Our favorite pizza parlor is dropping off their Friday special at 6:15 or so." My immediate thought was to reply: "Are you fucking kidding me? A herd of stampeding camels couldn't keep me away!" But instead I just used two thumbs-up emojis along with the text "Sounds nice, I'll be over at 6." I think the term I've heard in the past is "dumber than a box of rocks." Both that and fence-post seem to fit here.

Have you ever found yourself in the presence of a woman so strikingly beautiful that you were dumb-struck for words? Like your mouth was so full of the oatmeal you'd failed to swallow at breakfast that you were afraid to open your mouth? Holy Glory be to God! The world has surely been blessed with this woman. Clearly, Patty failed to warn me that she'd been with the goddess of the ages when she was in New York the prior week. So, guess what I came up with? "Hi Alicia! Long time no see."

Obviously, I am struggling to find the words to describe the feelings that flooded my mind as I first stood looking at her. This breath-taking gorgeous woman I loved so deeply that I wanted her as my wife, to have and to hold forever. But many years have passed and I'm standing in front of her, a widower of a woman who I loved perhaps even more intensely and shared with others that I also loved.

There somehow seems to be an inconsistency and conflict. It's like all I could think to do was to take her to bed and make passionate love to her to make up for all of what I'd not given to her. So, you know what she did? She comes over and gives me the hug of my life and says: "My dearest and loving, Bob, my heart is pounding at the sight of you. Please just hold me for a few minutes while I take in your scent and the longing we've both felt unsatisfied for so long." With that, there was nothing left but for us to stand there, weeping upon each other's shoulders. Patty is taking in all of this emotion and is beginning to bawl her eyes out. "I've never witnessed a love denied so intensely in all my life," Patty said as she struggled to gain some composure.

Finally, some resemblance of human intelligence reemerged in my brain. So, I said to her: "My heart too has been pounding ever since Patty called me over a week ago, telling me that she'd met a beautiful black woman who she'd come to believe was 'My Alicia'. Has Patty already told you of how I've published our story history and what has become of us?" "Yes, I cried myself to sleep several nights after I'd read your account of what had occurred with us." "So you're already aware of all that transpired with me and your brother following my return from my last trip to Boulder?" "Yes, and I was more than delighted to learn the details of your relationship with Thomas and to also find out that you shared your bisexual nature with me."

As the embrace with Alicia quiesced, I beckoned to Patty to join us and for me to give voice to how special it was of her to have made it possible for that moment with Alicia to have arrived, she needed to feel a part of it.

I find myself compelled to inject a pause here for my readers. In the previous several paragraphs, I implied a level of apprehension within the narrative that only existed in retrospect, but I must emphasize the emotions that accompanied my words presented a challenge to my lack of intrinsic writing skills, to which I've previously owned up to. As I reflected on the enormous investment that both Patty and Alicia have in our relationships, I at first struggled to find words to write the narrative, but oddly, the keys of my computer's keyboard seemed to take on an energy themselves and the words flew onto the monitor. I can only hope that the love and caring I had and continue to have for both of those beautiful ladies was successfully conveyed to you all. Obviously, it's important to me that you get that.

Funny story aside. When Alicia and I were juniors in high school, we took an elective class in Spanish. I was having no end of trouble with the writing of the language, so I confided with my teacher regarding my difficulties. She said my problem was that I needed to learn English first! I said to her, "how's that?" To which she responded: "I'll bet you can't even conjugate the word 'over' as a verb?" To which I responded: "That's easy: 'The cow jumped over the moon'" We both laughed out load. I dropped the class. I rest my case.

We needed to come down from the enormous charge that had dominated the room for the past 15 or so minutes, it's hard to describe. However, the timing was perfect, as the door-bell rang and the pizza had arrived.

I was full of questions about the years that had passed. More about her having transferred from UC Boulder to UT in Knoxville. Patty told me about the snakes, how in the world did she end up with snakes? Is she connected with UT in some way? Where were her parents? I knew they'd moved to somewhere in Tennessee, but knew nothing about the connection to her schooling as being a part of the impetus. Why the 'hush-hush' about why/how did Thomas die?

"Okay" said Alicia, "I'll tell you about Thomas. I think you deserve to know the truth. After he finished his photography school, he freelanced for a bit, doing weddings, anniversaries, graduations and other such events. He did that for a couple of years, as you probably already know. He had told me at the time that the two of you had hooked up in specifically special ways.

"Anyway, when it came to photography, I gathered from what mom and dad said, that he was really talented with both still and video, either B&W or color. At some point, he hooked up with a few models from down in the L. A. area and got himself into doing some adult videos with those models. He did that for a few more years before he got mixed up with some unsavory characters that had, what he thought, was an opportunity to do an adult video with an individual connected with the infamous mafia. Well he did, but the individual was not a cognizant participant. So, not only did the video not 'see the light of day', but two women and my brother failed to see the light as well. The authorities did finally catch the perpetrators, tried them for murder, extortion and a host of other related crimes and they are all still serving life sentences in prison."

"Oh Alicia, I'm so sorry. Thomas certainly didn't deserve any of that."

"As you can imagine, mom and dad were crushed when the news reached them. They were living in West Haven at the time.

It was only a few years later that dad died when his kidneys finally gave out due to his advanced diabetes. He just didn't wake up one morning after having lingered a few days in the hospital.

Shortly after dad died, I moved mom to an assisted living facility in Memphis, close to the condo that Herb and I owned only a few blocks away. Mom's mental faculties are as sharp as ever, but her osteoporosis and one hip replacement leaves her in need beyond what she can provide for herself."

In addition to learning about Alicia's special expertise with snakes and their habitats, I more interestingly found out that she filled many of the requests that came to the University of Tennessee for consultations on the subject. Such requests more often than not resulted in her extensive travels, including the U. S., Canada and Northern Mexico. The implications of that suggest that she would from time-to-time pass through our 'neck-of-the-woods' and present the opportunity to spend time with her.

We had finished our pizza together with more chit-chat that got us all a bit more up to speed on what each other were involved with in our livelihoods. And, of course, the sad story of what had befallen Patty's husband Max quite a few years prior. Not so much about Alicia's husband, Herb, as we'd already gotten enough scraps of information about what happened there that there wasn't much need to go through all of that again.

Probably the most interesting part of our conversation was a more-or-less complete review of the history that involved our now famous pool-parties and the fun sex that went along with them. Also, with my nod of approval, Patty told Alicia all about her love and time with Ann and how special all of that was to her. One had to experience Ann's signature head-lock when she orgasmed to really appreciate what it meant to eat a woman's pussy.

The pool-parties themselves were epic. The orgies that ultimately evolved among the naked women and the huge rigid cocks that all the nakedness produced was a lot to take in. One of the dominant characteristics of the group was the pervasive bisexual orientation of everyone there. To watch the women eat each other while taking a cock in their available pussies or one guy engulfing a big dick in his mouth at the same time as his friend's wife sucked his cock is a memory hard to forget or that one would even want to.

The both of them commented on the enjoyment they had for a couple of the days that they were in New York. Alicia made more than one remark about Patty's tongue reaching far into her pussy and up her canal to where she had more than a few orgasms as a result. It came as no surprise to either of us three, that all the discussion was making us more than a bit horny. I noticed that Patty's hand was obviously not just idly lying in her lap, nor Alicia's nipples poking distinctly through her blouse because it had become cold. Certainly, my now raging hard-on couldn't be ignored.

So, Patty, bless her heart, says: "I think maybe the two of you might want to do some catching up. Probably, Alicia, you might like to spend the night at Bob's?"

"You know Patty, I think that's a great idea. But first, I want Bob to watch something before we go." So, Alicia gets up and goes over to Patty and stands her up. She then kisses Patty with remarkable passion. As she breaks off the kiss, she begins to remove Patty's blouse, followed by her shoes, then her pants. With nothing left but her bra and panties, Alicia kisses Patty again with just as much passion as the first kiss, then reaches behind her, un-fastened her bra and lets it drop. She massaged Patty's breasts with the same passion and kneaded her nipples that clearly got a few moans from Patty before she remarked about how inviting Patty's soaking wet panties had become.

By this time, Patty couldn't think of anything other than to also remove Alicia's clothes. The only difference being that when she'd reached the point where only Alicia's panties remained, she got down on her knees and slid Alicia's panties down and off then immediately buried her face in Alicia's pussy. I could see her long tongue push open Alicia's lips to reveal the beautiful pink tissue hidden beneath. Her magic tongue found its mark and it wasn't long before Alicia's body began to shudder and one could clearly see the mound of her pussy bucking against Patty's face as she let out a resounding hummmmmmm as she climaxed. After a moment or two, another hummmmmmm, only longer.

They both lingered there like that for a minute or so while Patty continued to lick and suck. Then, like nobody but Patty can do, she thrusts her long tongue up through Alicia's vagina and into her canal where the tongue whirls around uncontrollably to where Alicia puts her head back and struggles to keep from falling over as she lets out a moan I suspect was heard throughout the neighborhood while still holding Patty's face tight to her cunt. After several moments of Alicia's recovery, she helps Patty up and sits her on the table and spreads her legs, turns to me and says: "Now watch carefully."

And with that, sits down at the table and begins to eat Patty's cunt with abandon. I mean, some serious pussy eating is going on right there in Patty's kitchen.

There have been many times I've witnessed Patty's beautifully shaved cunt be eaten out by both men and women, but I think maybe Alicia has raised it up to a new art form.

"Good lord!" I uttered as Patty reached an unbelievable orgasm grabbing Alicia's head and pulling her face into her pussy to where I wasn't sure if the poor woman could breathe. The sounds that came out of Patty defy any replication here, other than to say that whatever Alicia had intended that I witnessed had certainly been achieved, but it didn't stop.

"Oh momma, baby doll needs you to fuck her. Can you do that, momma? Eh? Can you?" So Alicia puts one leg up on top of the table so she can rub her pussy against Patty's, and away they go gyrating upon each other. I could hear the sloshing of their wetness as they rubbed, pulled apart and then rubbed again. The more they did that the wetter they both got to where I could see much of it running down Alicia's one standing leg. It only took a couple of minutes and the both of them reached orgasm at the same time, it was both loud and un-mistakenly glorious.

So now Alicia turns to me and simply says: "I thought that what Patty and I did would answer a lot of questions faster than you could ask them, so yes, I'm as much bisexual as you are and I soon learned soon after we parted in Boulder years ago that we'd both missed the simple pleasures of eating pussy and sucking cock in equal proportions. If you're ready, I'd really enjoy spending the rest of the night making up for lost time. It isn't even cold out, so I'll go overdressed as is." And with that, she leaned over Patty and kissed her, told her she'd see her in the morning, picked up only her bra and panties, and we walked out the door.

Alicia had already seen a bit of the house as we had parked in my garage and went through the back to get to Patty's earlier. Funny though that she hadn't noticed the hot-tub, but when she did she asked if it was already hot. When I said "yes" that it was kept hot most of the time, she walked over dropping her bra and panties on a lounge as she passed and slipped into the tub. I told her I'd get a couple of clean towels out of the pool-house and join her. As I finally got all my clothes off, my dick sticking straight out, she smiled and said: "Long time no see" and we both laughed out loud.

I get in the tub and almost instantly Alicia is in my lap facing me with my dick impaled in her pussy as she says: "I've waited for this second ever since my conversation with Patty in New York that led to the discovery of you living right next door to her. I want you to fuck me for every day we've been apart and I'm going to suck your cock equally. It might take us a little while to accomplish that, I hope you're ready?" I thought I saw the blinds move in Patty's 2nd-floor guest room, so I knew we'd be rescued if the two of us slipped under the water.

We fucked each other until we'd both cum a few times when Alicia asks if we can go now to my bed. She was already made aware from conversations with Patty that both she and others had shared Ann's bed with other woman, albeit all friends that Ann too had already eaten out many times, Alicia would be the 1st that had not been fucked by Ann in that bed.

I liked the fact that Alicia wanted to make the first time in Ann's and my bed personal. She first opened Ann's closet and walked in. She walked from one end to the other. Opened Ann's lingerie drawers until she came to Ann's panties and thongs. She picked up a couple here and there, held them up to her nose, kissed them, and I heard her whisper "Sorry you're not here, please let me make love to your husband for you?" and closed the drawer. "Please show me a picture of Ann?" she asked. We got into bed and she just snuggled up to me like we'd been together forever. "Please, just hold me for a while, okay?" We both fell asleep.

I'm not exactly sure what time it was when I woke up, probably 3:00 AM or so, but my bed partner, with whatever permission she needed, had my cock in her mouth and was attempting to resuscitate the hard-ons she'd exhausted when we were in the tub. Needless to say, recovery was quick and she took every advantage to keep it that way.

She'd suck and stroke, lick up and down its shaft, and when she sensed any impending wave of a coming explosion, she'd back off and slowly start over. I don't know how many times she did that, I guess I could be funny and say it was noon before I shot off a huge load, but the fact is that she milked the cycle 3 or 4 times before she said: "Now mister" She increased her sucking and stroking bringing back up the wave and I let loose one of the most explosive orgasms in memory. I'd forgotten what it was like to get a blow-job from Alicia when we were in high school, but it all came back to me at that moment.

After I calmed down, I looked at her and asked "Are we supposed to go back to sleep now?" She didn't say a word, she just got up close to my head, straddled it with knees to each side and put her pussy directly in my face, saying finally: "Let's see if you can smart ass."

As anyone that knows me at all, I indulged myself in eating pussy until I didn't have hardly a breath to spare. I ate her sitting on my face, I ate her with her ass in the air so I could also lick her ass in long strokes from top to bottom, on her back where I could really focus on driving my tongue deep in her vagina and lastly massaging her clit by rubbing my mouth and the end of my nose back and forth across it until she also exploded with one orgasm after another, then again and again. I ate her with abandon until she said to me: "Okay mister, it's time to fuck this cunt like there's no tomorrow." And so we did. Recover and then again. Recover and then again. We kissed and kissed, fucked and fucked and finally fell asleep with my dick still in her until we later rolled over, I guess.

I finally woke up mid-morning and found myself alone in my bed. After my morning ritual, I went down stairs and was met with the aroma of cooked bacon and fresh coffee. Standing by the counter in one of Ann's cotton robes was my very special house guest. The robe was a light aqua blue and Alicia's dark skin in contrast left my stare riveted to the curve of those earth-shattering tits poking out. She looked at me with that big smile of hers saying: "I hope it was okay to raid Ann's closet for one of her robes? I didn't bother putting on my bra and panties because I figured you'd just rip them off anyway. How's your dick this morning?"

"It seems to still be attached, so I guess you didn't suck it off completely last night."

"You can't say I didn't try." Was her smiling response. "It reminds me of the comment my mother made the morning after our Senior Prom. She couldn't get over how handsome you were in your tuxedo when you came to pick me up. She said that, while you were waiting for me, all she could think about when she looked at you was taking you to her bedroom and fucking you to death. I wondered if your cock was as big as your dad's." "Geez Louise! She said that?" "She sure did."

We were interrupted when Alicia's phone chimed in with an incoming text from Patty, wanting to know if she was going to share me today or keep me to herself. Alicia replied that we needed to talk a bit but to come over around two or so. It's beautiful outside, so we can lounge together by the pool.

"I made some hash-browns, you like your eggs sunny, right?"

"Yes, please, and thank you."

We sat eating our breakfast. We talked a bit about what her consulting was all about, not all about snakes I was pleased to learn. She's an Environmental Biologist, she explained. That involves not only the health of wild animals and birds, but more importantly, the health of their habitats that allow them to survive.

The conversation moved on and we ultimately got around to what I do. I explained a bit about my days at UC Berkeley and the grad work I'd done as computer systems became so much a part of the engineering world. I'd grown up with much of the technology and now was responsible for a sizable group of development engineers and computer system products intended to aid with design and manufacturing. She blinked.

We sat for a few minutes before she looked at me and said: "You didn't know did you? I mean you still don't know do you?"

"What are you talking about?" She had that look on her face like she was about to drop a bomb or something.

"That like both of us had come to discover that we were bisexual, so are both of our parents. I'm not fucking with you, Bob. Didn't you ever wonder how it was that they became such good friends? I mean a black mom and dad together with a white mom and dad? Off for a week's vacation, just the four of them? Don't you remember how close your mom and my dad were when they tried to counsel us both about mixed-marriage and what that would likely entail upon our social life? "

"Are you sitting there and telling me that my dad was having sex with your mother and that your dad was having sex with my mother? Geez! And everything else?"

"Yes, and it was only after both your parents and my dad were gone before mom told me all the 'glorious details', as she put it."

"It all comes back to me now wearing a different pair of glasses, so to speak. Hugs, brief kisses on the lips, golfing weekends, trips here and there, and yes, vacations sometimes for more than a week, conveniently without any of the kids because of school or school activities."

As I think back on that day and that conversation, I'll not soon forget the emotions that swirled around in my head. "Big Earl fucking my mother and her sucking his cock while Ellie was eating her pussy." I thought. I'm not sure 'glorious' is a strong enough word. I might have some difficulty with the thought of becoming incestuous, but if Earl's dick was anything like his son, Thomas, I would have jumped at the chance to bring up his fountain of sperm, let it run down the side of his cock and lick him clean. It might have seemed a bit weird watching Earl fuck my mother or suck my dad's dick, but at least I would have understood and eventually gotten used to it.

After a few moments of the quiet internal reflection of what Alicia had revealed to me, I asked: "What did you think about all of what you'd learned about our parent's sex lives?"

"My god, Bob, I think what they had was wonderfully private. I'm only even mentioning it now because I think you know it is probably germane in some ways to the sex life we had and seems likely we'll continue to have. To tell you the truth, I think we both would have been thrilled to watch them fuck, suck and eat each other had we been given the opportunity. That kind of love and caring doesn't come along every day."

"Can you just imagine the images I'm likely going to conjure up in my head today? Earl's big cock thrusting in and out of my mother's cunt while Ellie is giving my dad a voluptuous blow-job." I thought. This will indeed be a glorious day!

(PS) I'm an engineer by profession, certainly not a writer, so without the care and professional attention given my story by my editor MikePaulWrites, I'm not sure what we would have ended up with. You can reach my esteemed editor via the Literotica Editor's list.