This story continues the adventures of Daren, Jane and Angie from the story "10SNE1" (Tennis Anyone?"), 5/9/2024, (https://www.literotica.com/s/10sne1) and the sequel "Mixed Doubles", 6/23/2024, (https://www.literotica.com/s/mixed-doubles-3).
Sharing a house with three women, all adults and none of whom are your wife or children, with sex a priority activity, is an unimaginable fantasy for most men. My name is Daren and I'm not most men.
We don't flaunt it with anyone outside the house and if anyone suspects, they're polite enough not to mention it. For me, it's an American version of a Middle Eastern harem without the head coverings.
So far, it's working amazingly well. It's almost a year sharing the house with two of the women and six months with the three of them, everything is comfortable and without discord. Our relationships are respectful and erotic. The dress code in the house is extremely casual, mostly naked and very touchy. Wearing clothing isn't forbidden. It's just more convenient and comfortable to forgo clothing but nobody comments if you aren't naked.
As for the touching, we realized early on that touching, especially the erotic type, was important to each of us. We all want to touch and be touched, as often as possible. Touching has become a form of communication between us, telling each other how much we respect and, if I dare say it, love each other.
I can't remember a day where I didn't hold, fondle, squeeze or kiss someone's breasts, usually all of them. Similarly, my genitals are the daily recipient of everyone's fondle, squeeze or kiss. After a few weeks, the familiarity no longer resulted in my exhibiting erections when I was touched. Not every time. Frequently, one of the women touches me in a way that excites my libido. I've yet to figure out how that works but I'm more than willing to engage in whatever sexual activity they have in mind. And between the three of them, they frequently have sexual activity in mind. It's a rare day I don't have sex with one of them and sometimes all three of them.
The women also have respectful and erotic relationships with each other. Someone share's my bed nearly every night and those relationships mean that no one has to sleep alone. Not all the relationships involve just two individuals. Threesomes, and even a foursome, aren't unusual. Only one of the many combinations results in me sleeping alone and, even then, someone usually invites me to join them, or joins me, before the night is over.
Finally, there is one aspect of our relationships that seems unusual under the circumstances. It is not uncommon for one of the women to cuddle up to me in bed and sleep in my arms, without sex. For me, that is the single act that convinces me that the relationships are real, the emotions deep and the commitments secure.
We are a family. We have our roles just like any member of a family. Angie and I are the financial supporters of the family. I'm also the handyman. Jane is the homemaker, responsible for meals, snacks, beverages and other household tasks and Lucy is the activities director and assists Jane with the cleaning, laundry and grocery shopping. That doesn't mean that we don't all pitch in to complete the necessary tasks a family requires. Working as a team leaves more time for play and sex.
Lucy is Angie's friend and joined our family approximately six months ago. Her role as activities director keeps her busy as we spend significant time outside the home. Restaurants, theater, frequent weekend travel and longer vacations test her imagination and scheduling skills since none of us has a regular job and are always ready to travel. Lucy is also the most adventurous of us and she enjoys involving other unsuspecting people in our adventures.
So far, every one of her selections has been a woman and her preferred venue is a cruise vacation and nothing has developed beyond exchanging contact information with a possible connection later. I haven't asked why she doesn't include men in our adventures but, the one time it came up in conversation, Angie and Jane vetoed the idea. I don't know if they were being sensitive to me or they genuinely disliked the idea of sex with men other than me.
That was the situation until a few months ago. Lucy booked us at a four-star, clothing optional, beach resort in Cancun. The place was a couples only resort but Lucy managed to convince them we were two couples. She booked a seven-night adventure in adjacent suites with king sized beds, private balconies with hot tubs and closets to hang the clothes we weren't planning to wear.
We were all apprehensive as the time for our Mexican vacation approached. While life in the nude wasn't new to us, public nudity was. At least the sex would be private. We were met at the airport and chauffeured to the resort. We checked in with only a few awkward moments when the agent realized that our definition of a couple changed frequently and the remaining women were the second couple. A brief conversation with the manager convinced him our intentions were consistent with the resort's goal of "couples seeking new experiences." We also had lots of money to spend.
Our rooms had two levels each with a private pool. Private in that it was only available to residents of the suites adjacent to it. Minutes after our private butler left, the four of us stood on one of the balconies overlooking the private pool. There was a young couple in the pool and, when they saw us, they smiled and waved to us. The pool water was crystal clear and provided no barrier to us noticing that the couple in the pool was naked.
Lucy waved excitedly at them, stood up against the balcony railing and removed her blouse and bra. The couple in the pool laughed, applauded and beckoned for her to join them. Five minutes later, all four of us were naked, on the lower level of the suite and jumping into the pool that was only three short steps from our suite's sliding glass door.
The couple's names were Claire and Jackson and they were approximately ten years younger than Angie or me and five or six years younger than Jane and Lucy. Claire informed us early on that, she and Jackson were married and they enjoyed the hedonistic life when away from their social groups in Indiana but they weren't swingers, just exhibitionists and voyeurs.
Angie confirmed that while we weren't married, we also felt comfortable naked among friends and didn't have sex outside our unusual relationship. She added that the opportunity hadn't presented itself and we hadn't formed a consensus on what we would do if it did.
While the four women were having a get to know you discussion at one end of the pool, Jackson took the opportunity to ask me some questions. Foremost among his questions was if I was living with all three women.
"I am," I told him.
"And you have a sexual relationship with all three of them?" he asked.
"I do," I conceded.
"How do you do it?" Jackson asked. "I have trouble just keeping up with Claire."
"They're very considerate," I told him. "They're very comfortable with each other."
Jackson looked worried for a moment. He looked at the other end of the pool. "Do you think they're... you know... propositioning Claire?"
"No. Not at all," I told him. "As I told you, they're very considerate. They'd never make the first move. They'd only respond if Claire made the first suggestion. In all the time we've been together, none of them has ever come on to anyone else, man or woman."
The six of us went to dinner together that evening. The resort rules allowed nudity in most areas of the resort except in restaurants, the lobby and some other specific areas. In the restaurant, the gentlemen were generally in slacks or shorts and shirt. It was hard to determine if they were wearing much else. The women, however, were generally in as little clothing as possible and much of that was sheer enough to be almost transparent. It was obvious that most of them weren't wearing bras or panties. Apparently, that met the resort's clothing requirement.
The cuisine was incredible and the wine abundant. We left the dining room in a good mood with adventurous intent. By agreement, we headed across the broad grass central park in the direction of the main pool. We walked arm in arm, the men with a woman on each arm. Claire and Angie accompanied me and Jackson linked arms with Lucy and Jane.
Claire watched the threesome walking in front of us. "Is Jackson going to okay with them?" she asked.
"That depends on your definition of okay," I responded. "I'm sure he'll be okay but a better question might be is he going to be safe with them."
"What does that mean?" asked Claire.
"You might not agree that he is okay," I told her.
"I still don't get it," admitted Claire.
"Let me try a different approach," I offered. "This is a clothing free resort. We're heading for the main pool where everybody is naked. Total nudity. Being naked in the presence of other naked individuals, especially if the other naked individuals are of the opposite sex, causes genetically based emotions to surface unbidden in men. These emotional responses are usually in opposition to socially acceptable norms of activity."
"Could that be a problem?" Claire asked.
"I can't answer that," I said. "However, let me give you an example. Most men, in the presence of a naked female, usually get an erection. It's not unusual. It's hereditary. It can't be helped. In a normal environment, clothing obscures the reaction. In a naked environment, it becomes quite obvious."
"You think Jackson will get an erection with Jane and Lucy?" Claire asked.
"He probably already has," I told her.
"Oh," mumbled Claire. "Should I worry?"
"No. You shouldn't worry. Neither Jane nor Lucy will comment or propose anything sexual. However, when we reach the pool, you may want to be available to him if he feels the need to respond to the impulses of his primitive brain. At the same time, reflect on your own primitive responses to naked men in your immediate environment."
Claire looked at me critically. "Do you have an erection?" she asked.
"That's a question that is socially prohibited. It's similar to me asking you if you're wet. Neither question will get an answer but, in the pool, the answer to your question will be obvious while the answer to mine would require additional information."
Claire giggled. "Does that mean I'll know if you'd like to fuck me but whether I'd like to fuck you would still be mystery?"
"Exactly," I said. "And that's why I never initiate sexual activity without more information."
Claire giggled again. "I'll have to think about it," she said. "Especially how you might go about obtaining more information."
At the pool, we all stripped off our meager clothing and jumped in the pool. Angie cornered me. "What was that discussion all about?" she asked.
"Just sharing information gained from experience," I said.
"Do you want to fuck her?" Angie asked.
"Wanting to fuck her implies a conscious thought. I'm a guy. I have a primitive brain. It causes unbidden responses, including erections. Claire is the first naked woman in my experience since you entered my life. So, no, I don't want to fuck her but my body may have a different agenda."
"So that monologue was for me as much as for Claire," Angie concluded.
"An excellent conclusion," I told her. "But answer a question for me."
"Okay."
"What signals is your primitive brain sending to your body when you're near Jackson?" I asked.
"Are you asking if I'm wet?" Angie smiled.
"I'm asking whatever question you're willing to answer," I pushed.
"I'm wet," Angie said and swam away.
We generally had a fun time, swimming, splashing and teasing each other. I did notice that Claire stayed more than an arm's length away from me and within a similar distance from Jackson and she instinctively managed to keep herself between Jackson and Angie. Women know things about each other that men can only guess.
Later, we climbed out of the pool and dried in the warm air before we donned minimal clothing to return to our suites. I put on just my trousers and carried the rest. The women wore their skirts or pants and shirts and carried their underwear except Lucy who also carried her blouse. We passed the door to Claire and Jackson's suite first and said our good evenings. The women hugged Jackson and Claire. I hugged Jackson with the man mandatory maximum three pats on the back and then Claire who added a quick kiss. "Thanks for the insights," she said during the hug.
Back in our suite, Angie commented, "That was interesting."
"Fun but interesting?" questioned Jane. "What did you find interesting?"
