All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.
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Marsha Moves In
"What do you think about living here?" Tucker asked.
Marsha was dumbstruck. She lay sprawled on her back on Tucker's bed, Sunday morning sunlight illuminating her juicy, cum smeared pussy and heaving bosom. She wasn't even divorced yet, and he was asking her to move in! She tried to gather her thoughts; not easy after the kind of orgasm she'd just had.
"I......are you......do you mean that?" she asked, her voice still breathless.
"Yeah, of course," Tucker said. "The place is plenty big for us. You like it here, don't you?"
"I love it," Marsha said. She rose up on her elbows, her lovely chest still heaving a bit. "It's just that...I mean I'm not even..."
"The divorce'll happen," Tucker said. "Just a few months more probably, right? Don't even tell him you're movin' in here. Just bring what you need, and when that's all over we'll get the rest of your stuff."
"I should probably think about it," she said, but the happiness in her eyes told Tucker all he needed to know.
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"Oh, hi!" Marsha said brightly. "Liz, right? You were with Kylie, that fun Australian girl. I'm Marsha."
"Yes. Hi Marsha," Liz said. She was unsure how she should act. Shyness won out.
"I thought I might run into you," Marsha said. "I'm, uh...kind of living here now."
"Oh!" Liz said. "With Tucker?"
"Yeah. We're just...kinda seeing how it works."
"Oh, good," Liz said. "I better...put these groceries away."
"Bye Liz," Marsha said.
Liz fumbled with her key and made a nervous exit from the hallway. She stood inside her door and scolded herself. "Idiot!" she mumbled under her breath. Seeing Marsha had dredged up all the feelings that had so overwhelmed her in the aftermath the wild afternoon at Tucker's studio. She'd felt so disoriented in the days that followed, confused about her own sexuality in ways she'd never even considered before. "Oh my God," she mumbled to herself. "I may have to move."
Up on the rooftop patio the next day, Marsha nervously stripped off her sweat pants and t-shirt and lay her bikini clad body down on a lounge chair. The sun felt blissfully warm, and the privacy so close to the bustling city street below felt decadent. She'd been excited by the thought of city living, and it was proving to be all she'd imagined.
She set her book down and rolled when the sun started to cook her, flat on her stomach with her head cradled in her arms. She thought about unhooking the back of her bikini top, but didn't. A good decision, she thought to herself, when a gray-haired man emerged from the stairwell. She glanced at him, but he was polite and gave her space, sitting himself down in a chair about thirty feet away. Marsha smiled when she thought of how Kelsey would have handled the situation — probably up on her elbows with her big tits hanging naked, having a chat with the old guy. Marsha channeled a little bit of that Kelsey spirit, reached behind herself and unhooked the bikini. With her head cradled in her warm arms again, she dozed off to sleep.
"Marsha," a blurry voice said. "Wake up. You're burning."
It was Liz. Marsha tried to focus her groggy brain.
"Oh, hi Liz," Marsha said, flashing a boob before she put all the details of the situation together. "Oops," she said. "Thanks. I guess I fell asleep."
"It's not too bad yet, but you better roll over," Liz said.
Marsha fastened the bikini and rolled onto her back, pulling the chair up to a sitting position. Her squishy tits jiggled as she got herself settled.
"You're braver than me," Liz said. The gray-haired man was gone, but there were two other people sitting not too far away.
"You don't lay out up here?" Marsha asked.
Liz shook her head. Marsha could tell she wasn't comfortable. It was the same vibe she'd felt in the hallway the day before.
"Do you ever hear from Kylie?" Marsha asked.
"Yeah, we keep in touch. She and Mike might come back next spring, to the West Coast. She wants me to fly over and do part of the trip with them."
"Nice!" Marsha said. "You gonna? Did you meet Mike when they were here?"
"Yeah," Liz said. She clammed up and looked even more uncomfortable.
"What did he think about her...exploits? I got the feeling from Kylie he wouldn't mind."
"No, he ended up not minding," Liz said. She paused as she decided how much to tell. "When he got over his flu or whatever it was, they went on to Niagara Falls. When they were there Kylie told him about what had happened...with me and...you guys, you know? I guess he was kind of pissed. Kylie said it was because he missed it, but I still find that hard to believe." Liz looked around nervously at the other people on the rooftop patio. She was talking quietly, but was still worried they might hear. "So she...made a deal with him, that I didn't know about. When they left Niagara Falls and drove back to New York City they stopped back here and stayed with me for a night. It was the first time I'd met Mike."
"Let me guess," Marsha said. "Tall. Blonde. Super sexy......"
"Oh God!" Liz said. She liked Marsha, and was staring to loosen up. "Sooo hot. I mean, like, out of a magazine. And that accent!"
"So did you guys all talk about what happened?"
"Sort of," Liz said. "By that time the video was up on your website, and Kylie wanted to watch it! I was like...freaked out. I mean just having myself on the internet like that...I can't get used to it...but watching it with Mike? Who I'd just met? It was...crazy. It still seems like a dream."
"Oh, I know that feeling," Marsha said. "So did he like it?"
"Ha!" Liz laughed. "We all did more than like it. Oh my God..."
"Say no more sister," Marsha said. "Yeah, I've had some of those dreams that were real too. I'd say you definitely gotta fly out and meet them when they come back. You'll have a blast."
"That's kinda what I'm thinking." Liz said. She looked relieved, like a good secret was finally out into the world. "It's like a whole other world to me though. I mean, they're married. It just seems so...crazy."
"Yeah. I'll tell you what, working at Tucker's has opened my eyes to so much. I'm like you — open marriages and that kind of thing were totally foreign to me. But now...I can see it. Even more than that...I'm sorta drifting that way myself. I never would have believed it a couple years ago."
"I blame the internet," Liz laughed.
"After two failed relationships and one failed marriage, I'm ready to try something else," Marsha said. "All of them were one-on-one, locked in, don't even look at somebody with a little lust in your eyes or you'll be in trouble. I'm just amazed at how free I feel with Tucker. We're crazy about each other, and sex is like a wonderful playground, where the kids aren't all paired off. They're just having fun playing."
"So you understand Kylie better than I do I guess," Liz said. "I'm still getting used to the idea."
"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm still getting used to it. It's a wild and crazy new world for me too. But I'm kinda loving it."
"So how long has Tucker been...in the business?"
"Oh, a long time," Marsha said, "Ten years I guess." She paused, wondering if Tucker would mind her having a conversation with Liz about him. "He's...new to the open relationship thing too."
