It had been a most unusual weekend by any definition of the word. In some ways I was kind of irritated at my wife for putting me in what felt like an impossible position. But since she wasn't around to argue with, and I did understand that she did it out of love for me, I was doing my best accept it. I didn't consider taking her sister Trish camping any kind of a hardship. She was a fun person to be around, definitely not hard on the eyes and we already had a relationship of sorts, though until now, not physical or romantic. What I hadn't known when we started the weekend was just how emotionally invested in me, my sister-in-law, Trish, was. With her sister passed, and leaving her in charge of getting me dating again through this silly "five dates" thing, it left her in a perfect position to let her amorous feelings for me to flourish. Surprisingly, I didn't mind it all that much, especially after how the weekend turned out.
For six months I'd done everything
but
sleep with her. She'd held me, consoled me, let me cry on her shoulder, helped me keep house and generally worked to help me find a way forward after the devastating loss we both felt so acutely. Taking her camping with the express purpose, in my wife's own recorded words, to wake up in the morning with a woman in my arms, to include sex, wasn't all that unattractive of a thought.
What were the chances that it would rain and the two young women in the neighboring camp site would seek shelter with Trish and myself for the afternoon, and me ending up having sex with both young women? If my wife and I had been there camping, they would most certainly have been welcome to shelter with us, but sex? Not in a hundred-million years. Once Donna, the sweet thirty-eight year old black woman, realized that Trish and I were
not
married, and having watched the two of us the night before pleasure ourselves in front of each other, decided that I was fair game. She made no bones about what she wanted from me and was extremely forward about getting it. To my utter surprise, by the end of the weekend I had found that it wasn't just sex, that I was indeed attracted to her. I'd never had to worry about getting emotionally attached to another woman, or even having sex with one. I had my wife and we were totally devoted to each other in both respects. Her passing threw my whole life into a quandary, and now, I was in the unenviable position of suddenly finding myself involved with two women at the same time.
Trish was tasked with making sure I knew that life could still be happy and enjoyable even though the love of my life had gone on to heaven. But if I was completely honest with myself, Trish would just as soon have my choice of someone to move on with, be her. Unfortunately she took her promise to her sister seriously and was going to make damn sure that I didn't just pick the first comfortable pussy that laid down in front of me, even if it was hers. She was also going to make damn sure that I "shopped around" but at the same time, didn't forget that she was there and had a desire to see where the two of us could go. As a result, she suggested, strongly, that she move in with me to "help me" since we were already sleeping together anyway. Of course, she made sure that I knew that any time I wanted her out, either for an evening or permanently, all I had to do was say so.
When she found out that Donna had gotten me to invite her over for dinner, she made sure that she would be gone for the night, to "allow whatever happens to happen". What happened was that Donna came to the house looking like a goddess, acted like a loving, intelligent, witty and beautiful date. We had dinner and then retired to the family room to play a game she had brought. It was a very appropriate game, given the intent of the date was to get to know each other. The game was simple enough. Each card had three questions, from the publicly acceptable, to the extremely personal, and the person that drew the card chose which question to pose. Both had to answer whatever it was. The game served well to help each of us to know a
lot
more about each other, our past, our wishes for the future and even our fantasies. The game ended when she drew the sole "explore" card. This card required each of us, in turn, to be blindfolded, and to be teased, touched and "explored" with any part of the other person's body, with the exception of hands. No touching allowed. The purpose was to explore each other's bodies and find those places and things that most stimulate them and then, using that newfound knowledge, to give them the best orgasm they could. I would say that both of us were extremely successful. I had no trouble finding just what it took to give her a monster orgasm, a very wet orgasm at that. Once the unexpectedly wet bed sheets were changed, we spent the rest of the night cuddling and sleeping.
That was Wednesday. Now it was Friday, and technically date two, but not with Trish. This date was with Donna. Part one of the date was to go to her work and learn what she did and how she did it. Part two was dinner and dancing and then spending the night with her. She hinted that we
might
do something Saturday, but was keeping that a secret until we saw how the first night went.
I pulled into the parking lot of the address she had given me. It was a nondescript white building that looked like any other small medical clinic, only this one had 'West Side Fertility Clinic' over the door. I walked through the single glass door to the desk just inside. "Good afternoon. I'm here to see Donna?" I said tentatively.
The young little redhead behind the desk looked up and smiled broadly. "You must be Michael! She told me to expect you," she said as she stood up. "Come with me, I'll take you back."
She came from behind the desk and led the way across the small waiting room with one couple sitting at the far end. She led me through a door and down a hall to a small room, and into it. It looked sorta like an exam room, complete with an exam table with those stirrups women hate so much. What made this room different was the shelves of what looked like gowns and surgical scrubs, and little door units that I presumed were lockers of some sort. "You can get undressed here," she said stepping to the shelf unit and pulling some drab green items off one of the shelves. "Here are some scrubs for you to put on. I'll go let Donna know you're here. She's in with a patient yet, but should be done soon."
"Um. Okay," I answered not at all sure what I was getting undressed for.
She paused at the door and looked back. "Make sure you take everything off. We don't wear anything under the scrubs here in case we need to clean up quickly. No point in getting expensive undergarments damaged, right?"
"Um. Yeah. I still don't understand. I thought I was here to watch Donna."
The little redhead, whose name badge I now saw said 'Angel' stepped away from the still closed door. She put her hands behind her butt and looked at me with a grin. "You are. In fact, she's going to take you right into an exam room and we can't have you looking like you just walked in off the street, can we?"
"I guess not."
"Good!" she said with a wicked little grin. "You get naked, and I'll be right back." She turned and stepped out, making sure the door closed behind her. I stepped over to the exam table and started undressing, pulling off my shirt, shoes and pants. A little nervously, I pushed my briefs down, leaving me in only my socks. "Donna will be in in just a minute," Angel said as she stepped back in. "Ohhhhhh. I see I wasn't too late."
"Um. Uh, To late? " I asked awkwardly, holding the scrub pants that I was just trying to get sorted out, in front of my half-hard dick.
"To late to see that," she said as she stepped the dozen steps over to me. "Donna said it was a very sexy dick," she whispered, reaching for the scrub pants. "Why don't you let me help you with those." I reluctantly let go of them and she pulled them away, leaving me standing awkwardly naked. "Oh yes. Quite the sexy dick. And trust me, I've seen more than a few."
"I guess," I muttered as she stood there staring at my dick and making no attempt to help me with the scrub pants. "The pants?"
"Oh, yeah. Sure," she said, stepping closer. She squatted down in front of me, but instead of helping me with my pants, she quickly grasped my dick and engulfed the head with her hot mouth. "Mmmmmmmm" she moaned softly around my dick vibrating it and making it grow even more.
