This is a continuation of Temptations Abound Ch. 1. On a long weekend at a friend's lake house, Joel finds himself with three beautiful women who do not seem to worry about being naked. Although there is a promise of sex everywhere he turns, Joel is hesitating. Barbara, his fantasy woman, is married to his best friend, although their marriage is in trouble since Barbara caught her husband fooling around. Ruby, Barbara's friend and co-worker, is a tall, beautiful red head and is pushing Joel's buttons. He worries about becoming intimate with her since she and Barbara have been lovers. Finally, Sheila, is Barbara's sister-in-law. She was shocked at her brother's infidelity to Barbara. She also has harbored a long-time crush on Joel. Now that Jim, Barbara's husband has left the lake house, Joel must navigate the turbulent waters that are being stirred by these attractive women. The story picks up after Barbara and Joel have a direct talk while she sunbathes topless on the lake house deck. They now are awaiting the return of Ruby and Sheila from inside the house.
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Almost on cue, Ruby and Sheila reappeared on the porch, carrying what looked like gin and tonics. Their bare breasts moved in syncopation with each step. Ruby handed Barbara a tall glass wet with condensation.
Barbara took it and passed the cold glass over her nipple. "Aah, that feels good."
Ruby reached out and pinched the now hard nub. "I like them like this."
The two women smiled and looked at me. "I'm going inside," I said. "You guys are driving me crazy."
"Wait a second, Joel," said Sheila. "Hold these." She handed me two drink glasses. Grinning, she eased down her bikini bottoms. I just stared at the narrow strip of dark hair above the tight, small lips, wondering if I could even get my cock inside them. I was brought back to reality as Sheila took one drink back and walked to the lounge chair next to Barbara. She reclined, letting her legs part slightly and a bit of pink inner lips showed. There was no way I could disguise the bulge in my shorts, so I didn't even try.
Ruby then handed me her drink and shed her bottoms. In the daylight the sun revealed a gallery of different shades of red in her thick bush. I could clearly see her thick lips. Like Sheila, she retrieved her drink and took a lounge. As she adjusted the back, her legs straddled the front part. Her lips spread open and her inner lips appeared. My mind jumped to the thought of Barbara burying her face between those white thighs and feasting on that lush treasure. Being a guy, my mind quickly re-imagined me with my tongue running along the plump lips.
"Give me your drink, Joel," said Barbara.
"Why?"
"I think you'll need two hands to take my bottoms off."
Ruby and Sheila chuckled. Slowly I handed my glass to Barbara. I knelt beside the lounge and slipped my fingers along her hips. She raised her fanny and I pulled the small piece of clothing down her legs. Her soft blond curls appeared as I removed her suit. I thought it was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. She smiled handed me my drink and laid back. She ran her hand across her boobs, down her stomach and across her pussy. As her thighs parted, she slipped a finger between her lips and slowly drew it back up, and then repeated this motion several times. I could see the wetness on her fingertip as she held it out to me.
I was torn between desire, not wanting to encourage her teasing and wondering what the two other women would think. Recalling the taste of her sweetness from that day in the park, I stared at the proffered finger.
"God, Joel, if you don't take it, I know someone here who would," Ruby said.
"Make that two someones," said Sheila.
I moved my mouth to her finger and Barbara slowly slipped it inside. The taste was even better than I remembered. Calling on all my strength, I held back the orgasm straining for release. I straightened up and drank half of my gin and tonic in one long gulp.
"I'm going inside," I said, "Before I go crazy."
"But, you haven't greased us up," said Barbara with a pronounced pout.
"I can't. Sorry. You'll have to take care of yourselves."
"I like that idea, too," said Sheila. "Ruby, can you do me?"
As Ruby moved next to Sheila, she squirted lotion on her boobs and began to rub it in, Sheila cooed with delight. I finished my drink and went inside. I made a beeline to the bedroom recently vacated by Brad and Janet and had my shorts and boxers off before I hit the bed. My hand flew up and down my erection and I came with volcanic power in under a minute. I grabbed some tissues from a box on the night stand and cleaned myself. I closed my eyes and wondered if I could survive two more days being tormented by three beautiful women.
Lying in the bed my mind raced with conflicting emotions. There were three attractive women a few feet away who all made it clear they would welcome a sexual encounter. Every male chromosome in my body screamed to go pick one, hell, pick two and have some fun.
In contrast, the analytic side of my brain kicked in. I couldn't have sex with Barbara because she was still married to Jim. Although I was reasonably sure that marriage would not last much longer, I didn't want to place myself between Jim and Barbara. Or, did I? Would it be worth the possible awkwardness to make love to her?
Sheila really was like a kid sister to me, although there were no blood ties and she said we should give sex a try. She was a young woman who could say yes or no to sex, and, she was making it clear that 'yes' was the only option in her mind at the moment.
Then there was Ruby. The instant I saw her, a sense of raw lust swept over me. She was pretty, smart, witty and just plain hot. She made it obvious she wouldn't mind a little sex. Barbara told me I should go with Ruby. My big hold up was that she and Barbara were in a quasi-physical relationship. What if Ruby and I did sleep together and later, after Barbara and Jim divorced, I wanted to try to build something with Barbara. Would the fact that we shared a lover be an impediment or a benefit?
My head was so messed up I thought the room was spinning. I needed to talk with someone. Obviously, Jim, once my best friend, was out of the question. Barbara, a woman whose opinion I valued, was unavailable. I didn't think I could call my mom and ask her advice. "Hi, mom, I was wondering if you could help me. I'm thinking about fucking a married woman, a girl barely out of her teens or a bi-sexual red-headed attorney. Oh, yeah, maybe I could have sex with all three. Any ideas?"
No, that call would not be happening.
Suddenly I remembered Brian. He is a client and a successful writer. We met through a mutual acquaintance and I began to manage some of his money. The recommendations I made were returning high dividends and showing growth. Brian was more than happy with my advice. He eventually shifted most of his investments to my care. We had become friendly through our frequent conversations and there were a couple reasons that I felt he could help me.
First, Brian was smart, worldly and a solid guy. Second, I know that he had been involved in a situation along the same lines. In his case there were two married women. I was desperate and pulled out my phone from the discarded shorts on the floor. I found his number and pressed send.
After three rings, he answered.
"Joel?"
No secrets with caller ID. "Hi, Brian, hope I'm not catching you at a bad time."
"Not at all," he said. "Is there a problem? Am I suddenly broke?"
I could hear the humor in his voice, but also an undercurrent of concern. "No, your investments are in great shape. I just reviewed your portfolio last week and everything is humming along."
"Good news," he said. "I'd hate to have to sell the farm."
"No, you can enjoy living there for a long, long time."
"Great. So what's up?"
