- Sat Nov 18, 2017 6:07 pm
#96658
Sunday morning was cold and foggy. I woke up early – as usual – and the tickle in my throat was gone thanks to the early morning (middle of the night) whisky offered by Marie. Normally I get up early, fix coffee, and enjoy some quiet time, but today I decided to stay in bed with J.D. and let her wake up slowly. Given that it appears that she and Marie had no secrets, I figured that for the sake of our mutual sanity, I give her a rundown of having run into Marie twice the night before. We lay in bed spooned up, and "Freddie Junior" was awake and standing at attention when J.D. woke up with a "Mmmmmmm....." and ground her ass up against me - then she murmured "Who's that knocking on my door?" I kissed the back of her head and again behind her ear before working down to her neck. As I was doing that she parted her thighs, reached down, and guided me into her - she was extremely hot, and extremely wet - and she said "slow and gentle - I'm still sore." Now mind you, this is the very first time that we made love that wasn't in the missionary position. As we rocked slowly and established our rhythm, J.D. - as usual - slid her hand down to massage her clit. However, after a minute or two, her hand slid further to slide along my cock as I slid in and out of her. She started to curl further forward to reach my balls, but I cupped her breasts - both in one hand - and pulled her back. She resisted and I slowly let her go until her fingers were brushing my balls on each stroke into her. She said "I love this, feeling you this way." Of course, it wasn't long before her other hand was fondling her clit and she started to come. I didn't last long this time, and came shortly thereafter - (I should add that we had decided earlier this weekend to forego the condoms as she hadn't been with anyone else other than me since her divorce, and I hadn't been with anyone but her since, well, since Natalie).
Anyway... as we lay there in the afterglow, I tried to figure out how to start the conversation, so I said "J.D., last night... I really loved last night." She agreed that having me go down on her surpassed everything that she had expected. I saw an opening - because I thought I already knew the answer - and asked her "what made you trim back your pubic hair? I love it, by the way." She was silent for a moment - I guess she was deciding what to tell me, or was working up the courage - and finally said "I had been thinking about this, about both giving you and receiving oral sex for quite a while..." then she dropped off. So I said, "what made you decide that this weekend was the time?" She hesitated and then said, "well, don't get mad, and please don't think less of me..." I assured her I wouldn't. So she continued "I, well, I have to confess... I discussed it with Marie - she's always so free and forward... Fred, I feel like I could discuss anything with her. Anyway, she helped me get ready for it - mentally that is. And she asked if I shaved or trimmed... uh... 'down there.' She said that having it trimmed would make it easier and more pleasurable for you. Uh, did it? Did you like it?" I assured her that she was beautiful, that every part - yes, even that part - was beautiful and that I did indeed enjoy it very, very much. We went on for a bit - she was worried that she smelled bad or tasted bad - I promised her that she did not, and that I loved her smell and taste. She then asked if I was disappointed that she didn't shave it bare - that's what Marie had suggested. I told her that I didn't expect her to do anything like that just for me - that she should only do it for her - and that I liked it and thought that she should look like a woman, and not a little girl (I admit, that when I said that I couldn't help but think of seeing Marie last night on my way to the shower - and she definitely did not look like a little girl!).
Anyway, after talking about that for a while, I asked "so, what else did you and Marie talk about?" J.D. hesitated and tried a couple of times to change the subject - but I knew that I needed to tell her about running into Marie last night and earlier this morning, so I wasn't going to let it go - but I could tell that J.D. was embarrassed and wasn't going to come clean willingly - so I decided to dive in completely. I said "well, Marie and I had a bit of a conversation last night while you were in the shower, and again a couple of hours ago." So, I told J.D. about how Marie and I came to be standing naked together in the hallway while she was in the shower - I recounted the conversation as best I could - and J.D. was a little put upon. After sitting there silent for a moment or two, she asked "were you aroused?" I assured her that I was not, but J.D. kept getting hung up on "but she's a beautiful, confident woman." I of course, agreed that she was - but I reiterated that I thought that she (J.D.) was too, and that "Marie is with Bob and I'm with you." J.D. sat there silently for a couple of minutes and then said "were you thinking of Marie while you were... while you were going down on me?" Now, I'm thinking 'shit, why is she reacting like this?' I stammer out "no, of course not" but before I could say anything else J.D. busted out laughing and said "you looked so guilty!" Then she said "I'm not worried about you and Marie. And besides, you can think about whoever or whatever you want, so long as you can make me come like you did last night."
I said "okay, okay... you got me... you had me going there... but, as the man on the radio used to say 'And now, for the rest of the story...'" So, I then told her about my 3AM trip to the kitchen - although I didn't recount the conversation in much detail. J.D. laughed and said that she was sure that Marie had certainly enjoyed it, whether she had let on or not. I looked at her with a quizzical look on my face, but didn't say anything. J.D. looked away and I said "come on, out with it. You know you're going to tell me eventually." So, J.D. kissed me and said "Are you sure that you won't think less of me?" I just looked at her but didn't say anything, then I smiled, but still didn't say anything, but started rubbing my hand up and over the curve of her hip and back. So, J.D. said "what the hell..." and went into full confessional mode.
Turns out that Marie had been mentoring J.D. for weeks about loosening up and opening up sexually - and over the last week had been helping J.D. get ready to give and receive oral sex. J.D. said that she asked questions about how far to take it in, how did she breathe with it in her mouth, how did she keep from gagging, and - most of all - how did she keep from vomiting when hot come shot into her mouth. She said that Marie laughed, asked J.D. how big I was and then tossed her a banana. She then told J.D. to 'visualize the banana' as my cock, peel it back, and just take the tip lightly in her mouth - to get comfortable with the feel of it, and eventually take it in further and pull it back out, careful to not leave teeth marks. I assured her that she had done wonderfully.
We lay in bed for a while, caressing each other with J.D.'s head on my chest. Around 7:30 we decided to get up, J.D. headed to the shower and I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and went out to make coffee. By the time J.D. came out to the kitchen, breakfast was prepped (but not cooked) and the coffee was hot. We took our mugs and went out on the deck, intending to go out on the dock in the fog, but it was too cold, so we opted to sit in the great room, enjoy our coffee, and chat. After sitting there in silence for about 15 minutes, we could hear Marie getting wound up. After about 10 minutes she came loudly, screaming to her lord and savior. J.D. and I were looking at each other, trying hard not to laugh, and failing miserably. At that point I told J.D. that Marie had confided in me that Bob had passed out and had left her hanging. I don't know for sure, but I assumed that she meant that they had started but he had gone out before getting too far into it.
Anyway, about a half-hour or so later, Marie came out wearing her robe (nipples at full attention) with a towel wrapped around her head, begging for coffee. I played it nonchalant, but J.D. commented "I guess your morning got off to a good start" - to which Marie replied "Coffee will make my good start complete" - which for some reason made me crack up laughing. Marie gave me "that look" and went back into her bedroom. She came back a few minutes later wearing jeans and a white tank top under a long-sleeved button up shirt (unbuttoned ) - again with no bra and her nipples at full attention - her hair towel dried, but still wet. She said "son-of-a-bitch is asleep again. He was supposed to get in the shower when I came out to get coffee - but now I can't wake him up." She looked disgusted and then said "go ahead and start breakfast - it'll serve him right to miss it." So, I started cooking and Marie and J.D. took their coffee over to the far side of the great room. After I got the eggs started I called out to J.D. and said "J.D., I saw a Catholic church about 10-15 minutes out if you'd like to go to Mass - I'd be happy to drop you off." She looked at me a little guiltily and said "I think I'm done with going to Mass for a while - part of the new me. Besides, I think I've already been to confession this morning" and shot me a knowing look and a shit-eating grin. Then - in for a penny in for a pound - J.D. turns to Marie and says "So, I understand that you and Fred ran into each other a couple of times last night." Marie said "yeah, I saw a whole new side of Fred last night" and turned to look at me - I busted out laughing and said "Gotta go stir the eggs" All of us had a good laugh at that. Marie turned and looked at J.D. and said "you're one lucky girl, I'll tell you that." J.D. just giggled, and I said "damn straight!"
We finished breakfast, did the dishes, watched the fog burn off and ventured out on the deck to realize that it was going to be a pretty cold day - all before Bob dragged his sorry, hung-over ass out to join the rest of the world. He poured himself a cup of coffee and added a good shot of whisky to it - starting early I guess. He made some crack to J.D. about going to Mass, and offered to give her penance. Marie called him an ass and offered to fix him breakfast - he opted for dry toast.
Sunday was to be our last day/night. We had rented the house Friday to Monday, figuring that we'd skip any traffic issues by staying an extra day. So, Sunday afternoon we bundled up and drove out to go walking on the beach. Bob bitched the whole time about the cold and missing football and eventually told us to go on, that he'd wait back at the truck. Marie stayed with us, and we spent the afternoon acting like teenagers joking around on the beach. When we got back to the truck about an hour-and-a-half later, Bob had left a note that he was waiting in the pub across the street. We were a little chilled, so we decided to join him in the pub for a drink or two and a bite to eat. When we walked in J.D. and Marie made a bee-line for the restroom, and I ventured into the bar to find Bob with a glass of whisky in his hand and chatting up one of the locals - at least a couple of drinks in - and ostensibly "watching the game" - by the way, the local he was chatting up was a hot blond about 10-15 years younger than Marie with the best damn tits money could buy. I told him that the girls were in the head and that I would grab a table.
Bob was standing up and still breaking contact with the Miss Blond Big-Boobs when J.D. and Marie come out of the restroom. I tried to get their attention right away, but Marie saw Bob and Miss Silicone 2016 and shot him daggers out of her eyes. We took off our coats to sit at the table and Marie ensured that her shirt is fully unbuttoned so that her tank top and very hard nipples are clearly visible to anyone who would care to notice. Bob staggered over to the table and says "Damn honey, you look hot." Marie smiled and replied "oh, see something you like, or is your attention still back at the bar?" Then she asked him how much he's had to drink (kind of sounded like J.D. chiding me six months ago). Anyway, we had a couple of drinks - I had a couple of beers, J.D. and Marie had wine, and Bob continued with the whisky.
We hung at the pub for a couple of hours and eventually made it back to the beach house. Marie and Bob had gotten over their disagreement - to the point that during the drive back to the beach house Bob and Marie were making out in the back seat of my truck. Anyway, when we got back, we fixed more drinks and Marie convinced us that it was "game time." Bob, looking J.D. up and down, insisted on strip poker, but Marie convinced him that we'd play Pictionary instead. What the hell, it could be fun, right? Bob didn't bother me, much. He was drunk and was a notorious horn-dog -- and J.D. didn't seem to mind too much.
Well, Pictionary quickly devolved into a drinking game - shots if you lost. Bob insisted on Jaegermeister but I deferred to "the liquor of the drinker's choice." For me, that was back into the Whistle Pig. For J.D. and Marie that was vodka, and for Bob, my Whistle Pig until I convinced him that Wild Turkey was a better fit. Anyway, as the evening progressed, the drinks flowed heavily and Bob, already pretty lit, proceeded to get shitfaced and openly, repeatedly, tried to fondle Marie's tits. Admittedly, her tits were fine in that tank top. After a couple of hours of Pictionary (and a shitload of liquor) I suggested that we have some food. No one was up for dinner, so J.D. and I fixed a tray of cheese, bread, and salami - and while we were in the kitchen Bob was doing his best to get in Marie's pants. When we brought the tray of food into the great room, Bob had his face firmly planted on Marie's tits. Marie pushed his head away and pulled her tank top down. Bob, completely unfazed, said "ahh, just in time. I'm hungry and need to eat something, and this is a find substitute." For that, J.D. blushed and Marie slapped Bob in the back of the head. Marie set the tray on the coffee table and I went an put some music on - The Head and the Heart (Let's Be Still) for those who may be interested and who appreciate good music.
We ate and shot the shit - telling stories and jokes. Bob kept trying to talk the girls into playing strip poker. I stayed agnostic because J.D. and Marie were, in no way, willing to conceded. Long story short (waaayyyyy-toooo-late, I know), we all drank a lot, and Bob got pretty shit faced - no, very shit faced. He nodded off about 8:00. Marie woke him up about 8:45 and insisted that he go on to bed - which he did, leaving Marie out there with J.D. and me. It was a cozy evening, the three of us snuggled up on the couch in front of the gas fireplace. About 9:45 Bob was up and puking his guts out - so Marie excused herself and said that she'd go take care of him. J.D. took advantage of Marie's absence to start stroking my cock through my jeans. After a while she said "I'd love to have a repeat of last night - both giving and receiving..." (she obviously was still a little awkward with the whole idea). I told her "I can't wait to taste you, to feel your heat, your softness, and your wetness..." and kissed the side of her head. At about that time, Marie came back into the room and said "well, don't let me interrupt anything" which made J.D. jump back and pull her hand from my crotch.
Marie sat back down on the sofa and said "son-of-a-bitch is passed out for the long haul. That's what he gets for starting the day with whisky and chatting up the silicone queen of Dewey Beach." She then lifted the blanket that had been wrapped around me and J.D. and snuggled up. I had Marie on my left and J.D. on my right, and while most guys would be saying "hell yes!" I knew J.D., and knew that she was put out by Marie's presence. At any rate, I wrapped both women in my arms, and pulled the blanket around us as we watched the fire. We sat in silence for a while, sipping our drinks, and Marie finally said "you two are so right for each other - I'm so glad to see you two together like this." We said an awkward "thanks" and sat there in silence again - all the while J.D. was playing her hand up my thigh under the blanket.
After a bit, I got up to use the head and offered to top off drinks. Both ladies offered up their glasses, so I took them into the kitchen and then hit the head. I topped off the drinks and came back into the great room in time to see Marie plant a wet, sloppy kiss on J.D. I stood there in silence expecting J.D. to explode in a rage - hey, it's a monumental change for her to a) give me a blow job, b) let me go down on her, c) trim her bush, and d) have sex in anything other than the 'man-on-top missionary position." To accept a passionate sloppy kiss from another woman was, well, as about as likely as Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton having sex. Well, J.D. didn't explode in rage and indignation. Instead, she kissed Marie back, two or three times before pulling away and saying "Marie, no...." Marie said "J.D., I'd love to..." but J.D. just repeated "Marie, no, I... no.. I mean, I..., but I can't...." I took advantage of that moment to walk into the room like nothing had happened, announcing that I had fresh drinks. With that, the two women straightened up and acted like nothing had happened. Now, I have to admit, the idea of either taking both J.D. and Marie to bed -- or watching J.D. and Marie get it on -- was, to say the least, somewhat intoxicating.
Well, nothing like that happened. I sat back on the couch and we talked and told stories for another hour or so - all the while, J.D. was fondling my cock under the blanket. After about 45 minutes, Marie got up and said that she, rather disappointedly, was going to bed. As she left the room I heard her say "Even if I could wake that son-of-a-bitch up he probably couldn't get it up." She said it low enough for no one to hear, but loud enough to ensure that we did. I just looked at J.D. who looked at me inquisitively before dropping her head to bite at my cock through my jeans. I stroked the back of her head and said "let's go to bed."
Okay, I'm sorry that this has gotten to be so long. We made it to the bedroom before removing any clothing. As soon as the bedroom door was closed J.D. and I kissed and I pulled her shirt over her head - which was difficult to do because she was intent on undoing my belt and jeans, pulling my zipper and pulling my cock out to take it in her mouth. I let her take it in for a minute or two before pulling away, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. I led her to the bed and pushed her down on it. I then dropped my jeans and skivvies and peeled off my shirt. By that time, J.D. had slid her pants and panties onto the floor. I quickly dove between her legs and slid my tongue in to part her lips. She grabbed my head and pulled my face into her - which lasted all of about 20 seconds before she pulled away, pushed me down on the bed, and moved down to take my cock into her mouth, moving into the 69 position. Now, to be honest, I've never been a huge fan of 69ing - I mean, I think you should take turns - focus on giving or on receiving. Maybe I'm just not much of a multi-tasker. Anyway, J.D. was insistent, so we did the best we could, and she came quickly, the first time biting down on my cock (which kind of broke the mood for a minute or two) before backing off and just enjoying the orgasm, and the second time just backing off and getting lost in the moment. When I was about to come I patted her on the ass and she pulled back and let me come on her chin an neck. After cleaning up with a couple of towels, we snuggled up in bed and J.D. said "Fred... I never knew... Oh, I'm so glad we're together. I feel like I've missed so much." To which I replied "baby, we're just getting started" which caused J.D. to kiss me and snuggle in deep.
We woke up early in the morning - which is my habit - and made love in a much more conventional sense, J.D.'s hand dropping to massage her clit after about 30 seconds. After, I got up and showered, and when I got out J.D. was standing in the bathroom naked (now, mind you, this is the woman who only a couple of months before actively tried to avoid being seen naked). As I dried myself, J.D. took the towel and dried me off, lingering at my crotch. As I grew hard, she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth, and I couldn't help but thing "I've created a monster!" - of course, it was a monster I'd happily live with. I eventually came on her neck and chest - the proverbial "pearl necklace." When I was done she stood, kissed me deep, plunging her tongue, salty with the taste of my cock, deep into my mouth, before walking by me to get in the shower, all the time giving me a look that said so much--- so much more than I can put into words, but that makes me hard just now as I try to write about it.
Monday morning was uneventful. I went down to fix coffee and breakfast. J.D. came down shortly thereafter. About a half hour later, Marie came down in her robe - again with nipples at full attention - no screaming orgasm to start her morning. She was in an especially foul mood, not saying much and making it pretty clear that we should just leave her be. The three of us ate breakfast pretty much in silence, and when we were done, Marie suggested that J.D. and I go ahead and leave, and that she and Bob would clean up and get the house ready to turn back over to the property manager. Given no other real choice, we agreed.
On the ride home, J.D. confided in me that Marie had kissed her the night before. She also told me that Marie had cupped her breasts while doing so. Then she sat there in silence, so I said "how did that make you feel" - expecting her to say "angry" or "confused." Instead, she sat for a while before saying "Fred, I don't know. I mean, I know that it's not right, but it... it felt right. So much of this weekend goes against what I've been told to believe, but it all felt, well... so right, so good, so... so perfect." I didn't say anything for a while, but eventually said - "J.D., you need to let go and live your life by your rules - not by the rules of someone else. Only you know what's right for you." - I, of course, was thinking about J.D. and me, but after a while, J.D. said "Fred, do you think it would be okay... I mean, is it wrong to have enjoyed Marie's kiss?" I told her that my opinion didn't matter, that all that mattered was how she felt. That she shouldn't judge herself by other people's standards.
We rode on in silence for a while, and after a couple of miles, she reached across the center console and started stroking my growing cock through my jeans and said "I know, beyond any doubt, that this is right."
When we got back to J.D.'s place --- well, I spent the night and we continued to explore what felt right.
Life is extremely good. Cheers!
Fred.