Foursomes and More… (5 page)

“You have magic in your fingers, too.”

“So if you were to downsize,” Jen said, tiptoeing into the subject she wanted to open, “would you consider moving our direction? It would be great to feel your fingers more often.”

“Enough on that side. Help me roll over. That’s better.” He gave her a slow smile. “Now I can see the wickedness in your eyes as you anticipate more of my fingers.”

Jen widened her stance as he ran his fingers over her bare pussy. She swallowed, trying to maintain her concentration. At least he wasn’t trying to get a finger in her. Yet. She was wet enough he could slip one, two or three in easily. He must know that. So who was playing with whom now?

Carl patted her vulva and moved his hand away, draping it across his chest. He glared mockingly at Alice. “So is this your doing? Are you trying to gang up on me?”

Alice shook her head. “Jen and Donna asked me what our plans are for the near future and I told them we’d talked about moving into something smaller that wouldn’t require so much upkeep and maintenance. Told them we’d thought about moving to the southwest or even going full-time RVing.”

“I don’t mind visiting Vegas and Tucson and those places, but I don’t want to live there. Too much dust and too damn much heat. Besides, this is where our network of friends is.”

“And you could even live closer to some of your friends,” Donna said, massaging Carl’s left inner thigh working her fingers high and higher. “We’d love to have you as neighbors, or at least close enough where we could pop in now and then for more fun and games and maybe just hanging out and doing vanilla things together.”

“Like this?”

“This is unlikely to remain vanilla for long,” Donna said, cupping Carl’s balls. “Look at you grow. You like this?”

“You think I don’t?”

“So,” Donna said, backing her fingers away, “what do you think? Wouldn’t it be nice to have three women make over you like this much more often?”

Carl gave the women a lopsided grin. “How often?”

“Hard to say,” Jen said, bending over to kiss a nip. She tugged on it with her teeth. “The point is, if you’re going to downsize anyway, why not move so you’re close enough to us for us all to be even closer friends? And like Donna said, we’re talking about more than sex games. Though those are fun, too.”

“Could be some benefits of being closer, no doubt. But Alice and I are very private people. Not sure we’d want people to pop in.”

Jen chuckled. “May we could agree to call before barging in on you guys. So will you think about it, Carl? Seriously, we’d all like to have you two close buy. Then Alice can go shopping with us and you can get out and golf more often with the guys.”

“And,” Alice pointed out, “if we have an emergency, we have help close by.”

“Not sure I like that,” Carl grunted. “We’ve done just fine.”

“You know how important it was to me,” Donna said, her voice straining, “to have friends to rely on for support when Ryan had his heart attack. Think—if something happened to you, Alice would have us near to stand by her.”

“Or what if something happened to me?” Alice said.

Carl took her hand. “I don’t like to think about that.”

“I know you don’t, but neither of us is getting any younger. Most of our friends leave for the winter months. And you don’t seem to want to do that.”

“I like it here in Indiana. Lived here all my life. Don’t see any need to get away from something I love.”

“That’s fine, but being in an apartment or a condo where you don’t have to shovel snow would be a huge plus.”

Carl grimaced. “Not sure how my knee will hold up shoveling.” He gave Jen and Donna a sly grin. “Growing older isn’t a hell of a lot of fun, some of the time. Don’t know why you two want to hang out with old folks like us.”

“You’re not old,” Jen corrected, “you’re just older. And not
that
much older. All of us will get there.”

“If we’re lucky,” Donna said.

Carl nodded. “You had a tough one with Ryan. But he seems to be doing fine now.”

“He is. Thank God. But we don’t know when something like that might happen again to him—or to any of us.”

Jen watched Donna’s eyes tear up.

“We just want to be there for each other, and that includes you two,” Jen said. “You’ve both become very important in our lives. And I don’t just mean the swinging thing.”

“Okay,” Carl said, his voice more hoarse than normal. “We’ll think about it. Alice is probably right.” He glanced at her and then back at Jen and Donna. “It’s getting difficult for us to take care of everything that needs to be done at the house. I hate to see Alice climb the ladder to get the leaves out of the gutters just because I’m not stable enough to climb up there.”

He winked at Jen. “And you’re right, too. I could get used to this sort of treatment a little more often. So I suppose you’ve talked with your husbands about this. What do they say?”

“They’d love to have both of you closer,” Jen replied. “To expand our friendship relationships, as well as the sexual.”

“So they want to do Alice more often?”

“You know they do,” Donna said. “Ryan has always said there’s no woman who gives better head than Alice.”

“Speaking of,” Alice said, “maybe we should show Carl how these three women can share giving head.”

“You’re right, woman.” Carl glanced up at her with a smile. “Enough talk and little more play, please.”

Jen moved to the foot of the table, leaving Donna on Carl’s left side and Alice on his right. Donna took the lead, running her tongue up the side of Carl’s cock. Alice followed and did the same on the opposite side. Jen lightly massaged his balls before leaning over to give them a lick.

“You’ve had me on edge too long already, ladies. Don’t be slow about it now.” His butt lurched off the table briefly. His cock swung side to side, seeking.

Donna placed her mouth over the tip of his cock and sucked briefly. Jen lapped at the base of his cock and Alice awaited her turn.

“Christ, don’t tease him,” Carl called. “Suck him.”

After pulling her mouth off, Donna offered his cock to Alice, who quickly sank all the way down, taking every inch of him into her throat.

Jen marveled at how smoothly Alice could do that. She’d also had all of Carl’s cock in her throat several times, but it took effort. Carl was an above average sized man in that department.

“Oh hell, I’m close.”

Alice quickly dropped him from her mouth and gestured for Donna to take over. “You finish him. I can swallow him most any day.”

“It will be my pleasure,” Donna said, brushing her blond hair back from her face.

Jen watched as Donna slowly eased down his shaft. When Donna’s lips touched Carl’s groin, she wiggled her butt and gave a thumbs up. Then she inched back upward and sank more quickly down his length.

Not wanting to be left out, Jen lapped at his balls, taking one in her mouth briefly before backing off to watch Donna finish the job.

Alice caught her eye. “Put a finger in his ass,” she mouthed.

With her fingers already well oiled, Jen had no difficulty pushing a finger beyond Carl’s sphincter until she could feel his prostate gland. She rubbed along it, matching her strokes with Donna’s.

“Holy shit,” Carl moaned. His hips bucked, driving Jen’s finger deeper and giving Donna his entire cock.

She felt him tense deep within.

“I’m going to come,” he bellowed.

“Listen to the town crier,” Alice said, “sharing news we already know. You’ve got him, Donna—don’t back off. Fuck him, Jen. Oh, you two are so much fun.”

Jen glanced over to see Alice working fingers in and out of her own pussy. Donna groaned. Jen hadn’t seen Carl slip fingers in to her. Not wanting to be left out, Jen ran the fingers of her spare hand over her own mound.

“That’s it,” Carl called. “You’ve got him. Milk him. Oh damn, Donna, you’re great at blow jobs, too.”

“Take him all,” Alice instructed. “Yes! He’s coming. Swallow him, girl.”

Jen grinned. She knew Carl seldom ejaculated anymore, and that a good blow job was the best way for that to happen. Carl’s legs quivered. Donna allowed his softening cock to drop from his mouth. Alice leaned across her husband to kiss Donna. The woman played with each other’s tongues, passing his cum back and forth. Jen eased her finger out of Carl’s ass and watched him go limp. His eyes drifted shut.

“Let him be,” Alice whispered. “He’ll need some time to recover from that one.”

She came around and hugged Donna first. “You did a fantastic job, girl. He doesn’t ejaculate that often, but he sure did for you.”

Alice stepped over to hug Jen. She whispered, “Thank you for being patient with him. I think we may yet be neighbors. And thanks for not bringing up the other matter yet. Let’s take this one step at a time.

Jen nodded and gave Donna a cautious look. Donna would have to wait on the poly thing. She just hoped her best friend in the world could show more patience than usual.

“Don’t worry about me,” she said, “I can wait. But I sure more want more of this kind of play. This was hot. Three women, a guy and a massage table. Wow. So many possibilities.”

“And only so much time,” Alice said, arching an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you two put the afghan over him and stay here to see that he doesn’t roll off in his sleep,” Jen said, “and I’ll go get us some water to drink.”

Later that evening, Jen burst into the living room where Carl, Alice, Donna, and Brett were gathered eating munchies and listening to Ryan continue to regale them with stories about his triumphs on the golf course. Apparently, he had slaughtered Brett, and he wasn’t about to let anyone forget.

Catching her breath, Jen waved a dismissive hand at Ryan and yelled, “Have I got a surprise for you!”

“What is it?” Alice asked. She winked at Brett. “We do like surprises, don’t we?”

“I just got off the phone with Vanessa.”

“Is she pregnant?” Donna interrupted.

“No. And she and Carson have decided to wait awhile longer. Something about Vanessa getting a promotion at work. But that’s not the surprise. They’re driving back from Chicago and wanted to know if we were around and would like some company.”

“All right!” Ryan clunked his glass against Donna’s. “This could be a very fun night. Maybe I should’ve saved my strength and not golfed this morning.”

“So,” Carl asked, “did you tell them we were here? Are they wanting to play or just visit?”

“Both, I think. Vanessa sounded horny as hell. She kept telling Carson to stay under the speed limit. Playing is definitely on their mind, but I expect there’s more.”

Brett frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Vanessa didn’t go into detail, but you know she was roughed up at a swing club awhile back.”

“That bastard,” Ryan said, “will never get into the club again.”

Jen grimaced. “That experience just about turned them off to swinging, and then of course they wanted to get pregnant. Well, now that those plans have changed, I guess they want to get back into swinging, at least in a limited way.”

“Sounds like they want to play only with people they trust,” Alice noted. “Like us.”

“Vanessa didn’t say that, but I expect that’s where she and Carson are coming from. Looking for safe play.”

“Well, in any case it’ll be good to see the two of them again,” Donna said. “Those two are lots of fun.”

“They seem awfully young,” Carl said, “to want to hang out with us.” His mouth turned up into a smile. “But they are fun. Both of them.”

* * * *

Grinning at the dynamo of a woman sitting in a lounge chair across from him, Brett couldn’t stop wishing he had Vanessa’s energy. If anything, she seemed bubblier than ever. She blew him a kiss and pulled down her bikini top quickly to flash her boobs. There was no way he could hide the erection threatening to burst through his shorts. The young black woman had everyone drooling for more, and she knew it.

“Damn,” Vanessa moaned, “I’m as horny as hell. But we really should wait until after digesting that wonderful meal. It’s hard to beat grilled steaks and baked potatoes.” She lifted her glass of wine in a toast. “I can hardly wait to be ravished. It’s been too long since we’ve been with you guys.”

“Way too long,” Jen concurred. “But we’re so pleased to hear about your promotion. And like you said, you have plenty of time to think about babies.”

“And in the meantime,” Carson said, looking around at everyone, “we can get back into the swing of things.”

“Sorry to hear about your bad time at the swing club,” Carl said to Vanessa. “Some guys don’t understand English when it comes to the word
no
.”

“It was more than that,” Carson said. His fingers curled into fists. “It was racial. I couldn’t get to him quickly enough. Thankfully, security got involved. The asshole didn’t stand a chance against two off duty cops.”

“Did you press charges?” Alice asked.

“No,” Carson replied. “Enough damage was done. We didn’t need to drag it out.”

“That’s history,” Vanessa said, clasping her hands at her waist. “I don’t want to talk about that anymore.” She tilted her head to the side. “But I guess that fiasco is part of why we wanted to see you again. We didn’t know if you’d be home. Or if you really wanted to see us again. I know we left you sort of in the lurch a while back.”

“Nonsense,” Jen said. “You had things to work through. And we understood when you wanted to get pregnant, that might take you out of playing for a while.”

“It doesn’t stop everyone,” Donna said, shaking her head. “I love to play, but I still can’t imagine trying to get pregnant while swinging.”

“Most don’t, but some really seem to enjoy it,” Alice said. “Can’t say the thought trips my trigger, but it does for some. Good for them.”

Vanessa laughed. “Well, I don’t know about that. But I do know that when I went off the pill I didn’t want to play with anyone but Carson.” She winked at Carl. “No offense intended, but I didn’t want my son or daughter looking like anyone else but Carson and me.”

“No offense taken,” Carl said, grinning broadly. “So I take it you’re back on the pill?”

“Oh yeah. And the drawbridge is lowered, so I’m definitely ready to play.”