Week after week of the summer was going by. Clara gave Eric her work schedule so he would know which days she was not working. He would mow her yard and visit her during the day for sex. John would be at work while Clara and Eric could enjoy leisurely sex in private. Joan was still working five days each week. Eric was seeing her most every evening except Friday evenings when she was visited by her older man friend. Sometimes Eric stayed overnight with her.
Eric always went over to Clara and John's house each Saturday evening. John insisted on bring Joan even though he knew Eric and Joan were practically living together. By picking her up and bringing her back to the house gave him the excuse to later take her home and spend more time with her in the apartment. Eric was not happy about that, but Joan was going along with John's desires. John felt he wanted to be in private with her to tell her how beautiful and sexy she was. He would tell her in so many ways he wanted to have her as his private mistress. He felt he was really in love with her, but never did say it directly. Joan was always appreciative of his feelings for her. She liked the many complements about her sexiness, beauty and character. All these things John could not say in front of Clara, his wife.
The summer was over. College was about to start. Eric and Joan packed their belongings and drove to the college town to move into the apartment. Eric's roommate, Phil, was already in the apartment when they arrived.
Eric said, "Phil, this is Joan, the girl I told you about."
Phil smiled, "Gosh, how did you get such a beautiful girl like her? She is welcome to live here with us. I've taken my old bedroom, giving you yours."
The apartment's floor plan didn't give Joan much chance for privacy. There was one large living room combined with a kitchenette. The living room had desks for doing homework. There was no hallway as the two bedrooms and bath doors all opened from the living room. When Joan or anyone else went from the bedroom to the bath, they had to walk through the living room. Homework was necessary each evening and all three would be in the living room at their desks. Eric and Joan usually took showers before going to bed. That meant Joan would undress in the bedroom and be scantily dressed going through the living room for the shower and back again. Eric and Joan had sex nearly ever evening before going to sleep. They had to keep their noise level down to keep from disturbing Phil.
During the first couple of weeks, Phil made joking comments about hearing them having sex. Eric and Joan laughed with him about it. He also said he got so turned on he had to go whack himself before he could settle down to continue his homework.
Joan always told him, "Go find a girl for yourself, then you wouldn't have to whack it."
One time Joan had gone to the shower and forgot her towel. She opened the bathroom door and asked Phil to hand her a towel. She opened the door wider than she should when he handed the towel and saw her naked. Another time when she walked through the living room, she had an article of clothing wrapped around her and dropped it. Phil got another eyeful.
One evening Eric and Joan had sex and both were scantily dressed to go the bathroom to clean up. As they came back out of the bathroom, Phil jokingly told them he heard them have sex and he had to whack off again or go crazy.
Joan said, "Did you ever find a girl."
"No, I'm so busy with my studies and I work part time, I don't have time to date."
She could see a big bulge in his pajamas even through he was sitting down.
Joan responded, "I feel sorry for you. You seem to be such a nice guy. Eric and I like you and we three get along good together."
Eric was wondering where this conversation was leading.
Joan smiled as she looked at Eric, "What do you think?"
Eric now realized what she was asking him to consider. They both liked Phil and he needed relief. He knew it must be hell for him to hear all the sex noises in the apartment and see Joan half naked walk to the bathroom to clean up. Eric then gave Joan an affirmative nod.
She looked at Phil, "Alright Phil, we've caused you to get excited and whack off many times. We're sorry. When you whack off, are you thinking of me?"
Phil blushed and meekly said, "Yes".
"Are you visualizing any particular position we're in when you do?"
Phil was so embarrassed he didn't answer.
"What I mean is, are we in a position where you have your cock in me or am I doing you with my mouth?"
Phil looked at Eric and back at Joan, then said, "I'm sorry, I meant no harm to you when I think of you. You are so beautiful."
Joan paused and looked at Phil, then at Eric, and back to Phil.
"I'm going to make it up to you for all the misery I've put you through."
She was wearing a thin nightie and was carrying a towel to help cover her. She dropped the towel. She leaned over to pick up the hem of her nightie. As she did, her breasts were exposed to Phil. She pulled up her nightie over her head to be standing in front of Phil completely naked. Phil stared and his jaw dropped. He could hardly believe what he was seeing.
She said, "Alright, Phil, take off your pajama bottoms and come over here by the couch."
She got up on her knees on the couch facing the back. She bent over to expose her pussy and ass to both Eric and Phil.
She said, "OK, Phil, here it is for you. I'm already juicy, so you should easily get it all the way in."
Phil quickly dropped his pajama bottoms letting his rock hard cock stick straight out and up. Eric watched Phil walk up behind Joan and enter his cock. With one long plunge he was all the way in. She was very juicy since Eric had just deposited cum in her. He started pounding her as she braced herself with her hands on the back of the couch. Phil plunged a half dozen times then yelled and shot his cum in her. Eric handed them some tissues to catch the cum so that it would not soil the couch.
Joan said, "That didn't take long and now you don't have to whack yourself tonight. Isn't that much better than whacking while thinking of me. Before you start whacking tomorrow night, let me know."
Phil went to bed in his room. He tried to sleep but kept thinking about his encounter with Joan. He had to pinch himself to know he was not dreaming. Sleep would not come. He kept remembering the event that just happened. He remembered how surprised he was to see her bare butt waiting for him to step forward and enter his cock. He should have taken his time and eased it in and slowly went back and forth to make it last longer. He could have looked down to see his cock spreading her pussy lips. He rushed too much and it was all over in a minute. Next time, if there was a next time, he would go slower to enjoy it more. While he was thinking of this, he was feeling his cock. He knew he could never get any sleep with it this hard. He decided there was no alternative but to whack it.
The next morning the three were out of bed, in and out of the bathroom, and sat for breakfast. Conversation was normal and nothing was said about last night. They all left for classes. Phil had a difficult time concentrating on the professors' lectures. His mind drifted to what happened last night. He remembered she said something like, "If you need to whack it, let me know." Did she mean he could fuck her most anytime he got a hard on and needed relief? She can't mean that because he would want her all the time. What does Eric really think about the situation? Eric seemed to get a thrill from watching him fuck her. He remembered he said he thought of her when he whacked. Her response was to ask if he dreamed of his cock in her or in her mouth. Did that mean she would be willing to suck him off? He knew if she invited him again, he would take his time and enjoy it more. These thoughts were going around and around in his mind all day.
That night all three were busy with homework. Phil kept glancing at Joan. She finally put her books away, went to the bedroom, then walked through the living room to the bathroom. She usually had herself fairly well covered, but this time she was practically naked. She had decided there wasn't much use in going to the trouble of covering up anymore since her encounter with Phil last night. Phil's eyes nearly popped out as he watched her walk across the floor.
After her shower she dropped all pretense in covering up and smiled at Phil as she walked naked back to the bedroom. She liked the idea that her nakedness would turn him on. That way he would be very hard when she was ready to satisfy his sexual needs. He watch her shapely bare breasts jiggle as she walked. His boner was really hard. Eric showered and joined Joan in the bedroom. They had sex and decided it was not a problem to make all the noise they wanted. Phil heard the moaning and the final loud climatic noise. He had his hand on his cock and needed relief in a bad way. He wondered, were they trying to torment him, or would she come out to see him. Joan and Eric walked across the room to the bathroom to clean up.
She looked at Phil and said, "You are next."
A big relieving smile came across Phil's face. He watched as she came out of the bathroom completely nude.
She said, "I'm nice and clean, but you haven't showered as yet. That's all right, we'll do like we did last night."
She moved over to the couch to position herself like she did the previous night. Phil stepped out of his pajamas and went to her.