It's been a while since the last chapter of this story was published. Ned as you will recall is in a polygamous relationship with Amy, Ellen and Liddy; the latter being trapped in her native New York by COVID lockdowns.
Amy's former abusive lover managed to find her and attack her with an attempted rape at knife point, as a prelude to actually killing her. But she fought him off; impressively putting him firstly in hospital and then in jail.
But there has been more than a little fall out from that. Completely in awe of what she did, Ned finds himself even more aroused by Amy's presence than he was before. And Amy's sexuality seems heightened, rather than repressed.
This story has been sitting, not quite completed, nearly since the last one was published as I again considered whether the whole story line had jumped the shark.
But it does bring together the previous threads and explain them. So I thought I would publish it.
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Amy's generic request for me to play the role of pinning her struggling body down and cut her clothing off for my carnal pleasure, when she gave me certain signals, had left me hoping I wouldn't be asked to do that any time soon. When she told me she'd mentioned it to Ellen and the au pair too least they think her vocal protests were real, my heart sank. I knew Amy well enough to know she had no such delay in mind.
For me, it seemed too soon after Frank's attack on her. Way, way too soon. It seemed to me that it needed to be completely divorced from those recent events.
But clearly, that's not the way Amy was thinking. Indeed the opposite. For her, as I was to come to realise, it was therapy.
I was thankful that the first day, after that unusual request from Amy, had passed normally enough.
Normally enough if you set aside my extreme sexual response to her presence and the girls heightened sexuality. It seemed that, with only a slight degree of hyperbole, from the moment I got up until the moment I went to bed -- and probably right through the night -- I was carry this skin stretching erection. It might subside if Amy wasn't in my immediate presence and I wasn't thinking of her; but that wasn't all that often. And it was compounded by the fact that Ellen, with the slightest bit of flaunting -- at which she excelled - somehow could keep me at my aroused best, even in Amy's absence.
So yes, for that morning, the threesome romp before we got up was normal enough, even if my ejaculation into Ellen didn't cause my erection to subside. It might, in the strange situation I was in, even be regarded as a bow to normality that Amy, in riding that same erection for a considerable period in a state of near continuous orgasm after Ellen had taken the cum shot, wasn't able to extract another.
Not to be denied her own cum shot, it was normal enough that Amy, after returning home mid-morning from a bit of shopping, dressed in a cleavage displaying mini sheath dress, bent low enough while putting the shopping away in front of my already erection displaying self, to disclose that she was commando underneath. And that was merely a prelude to her dragging me into the bedroom for a prolonged session of what the girls call a g spot banger; where they lie on the bed with their hips elevated in front of my kneeling self so that my thrusts rake firmly across their g spot.
And it wasn't all that outside the realm of normal that later in the afternoon Ellen pressed her gorgeous bikini clad body against me as we crossed paths in the hallway as the limit to her foreplay before I was guided into a nearby room to go the animal on her.
On the morning in question, I woke to find myself deeply penetrated into Amy, my nose under her check absorbing the delightful feminine aroma of her body, my lower hand cupping her breast - with her nipple extended between my fingers - and my upper arm over her slim waist.
I didn't really recall how I'd got there.
The way her mucus had glued my shaft into position in her vagina, suggested I'd been there for a while.
But that was part of my 'normal' these days too. My late wife always wanted to be left undisturbed in her sleep. Quite reasonably, a sleep disturbing cuddle wasn't always appreciated. Ellen and Amy have different views. They sometimes like to drift off to sleep with me penetrated in them, sometimes instigate it during the night when they find me with a night erection; which is most of the time. It's now so routine they can do it while barely waking me.
I cogitated on what I should do. I had reached that stage of wakefulness that left me restless and, absence the presence of two sexually compelling young naked female bodies in my bed, wanting to get up.
I could just lie there and stare at them, or in this case Amy. But, while it wouldn't be right to say the sight grows less compelling, it doesn't entirely solve my restlessness.
Or, with a modicum of pleasuring myself in her vagina, I could wake Amy up and trigger a full on sexual experience; almost inevitably a lengthy one involving both of them in a proper threesome.
Like the day before, whatever I did first thing in the morning, there'd inevitably be additional requests for one on one sex during the day, and since that was my preference, I certainly wouldn't be depriving myself by sneaking out of bed without waking them.
I slowly arched my back to pull my head out from under her cheek; far enough to get a delightful vista of her face and breasts. Involuntarily, my manhood surged inside her body. The temptation to proceed to induce a climax in myself was pretty strong.
Ellen might be your Nordic Supermodel, but there's something far more sexually provocative about Amy. Her sweet, soft, alluring face, her flawless light olive skin, gorgeous, sun bleached auburn hair cascading over her shoulder and across her upper chest and of course her perfect breasts with their sexually suggestive nipples. There is much more below that, but that was the limit of my vista as I laid there, combined with which was my incredible admiration for her; especially in the way she handled Frank.
My manhood and balls were strongly suggesting they wanted to empty themselves into her. Preferably right now.
But I knew my morning would be simpler if I didn't.
Slowly I lifted my arm over and off her waist and withdrew from her; feeling the mucus binding ripped away like streamers from an old time ship departure. My hard erection thumped back against my stomach, as if reprimanding me for the missed opportunity.
Then, as I had done on so many mornings, I crawled between the resting figures of my two naked, fully exposed lovers, up and over the head of the bed. Tip toeing down to the foot of it, I picked up the fresh pair of speedos I'd laid out last night and pulled them on, stretching the front up to encapsulate the tower of my erection.
Quite quickly, the juices and fluids Amy had deposited on it permeated the thin material, causing strange patterns of damp stains up the length of the tightly stretched material, culminating in a pool of pre-cum soaking through the top.
I normally savour my morning erections, often taking as they do, quite a while to settle down after I get out of bed; and even longer if the girls get up and tease it before it's had a chance to deflate.
But I could sense, as I had before I'd got up, that my heightened sexual response that accompanied my overwhelming admiration for Amy in the way she had dealt with Frank's assault on her was still active. That skin stretching erection wasn't going anywhere quickly. Not bad of itself, but terribly embarrassing and frankly quite disconcertingly inappropriate given the source of it.
When she got up a little while later, Amy, now aware my sudden hyper-arousal was caused by her, greeted me with a simple...
"You're a bit randy again today..." as she went about getting her breakfast, leaving me doubled over in frustration as I watched her lithe, skimpily clad body go about her morning routine.
Ellen, as she came into the kitchen a little after that, well aware of the underlying cause but willing to turn it to her own satisfaction, backed me against the kitchen bench, pushed herself against me and slipped her hand inside the stretched out leg elastic of my speedos, cupping my balls as she whispered...
"I've got a very busy morning, but I hope you can save me some of that for the afternoon."
For a couple of hours, the girls were in fact very busy; Ellen getting her daughters off to day care before settling down to her on line medical practice, Amy setting up for her day online in her accounting practice. So Amy caught me a bit off guard when, as I passed through the hallway past our bedroom, she called me in to help her with something.
I found her with her butt facing me, bent deeply over the bed with her legs spaced well apart, seemingly trying to get some creases out of the centre of the half remade bed. The sensuous curving bulge of her gloriously shaped mons -- with a delightful crease running through it -- hung invitingly beneath her crotch.
I didn't recognise the bikini she had on, but its style was one the girls used to go for; one I always found very sexy. Instead of a mere whale's tail at the top of a narrow strip of material like many of the current ones, it had a ruched back with drew the cut away material deeply into her bum crack. I always compared the effect of them to being like a large butterfly had settled on her bum and simply merged with her flesh. And being a plain bright red, it looked scalding hot on her.
What had been a mild arousal quickly became a full, skin stretching erection in my speedos, of the type that had, well I was going to say plagued me in Amy's presence, but that seems a little judgmental, whatever -- since the day Frank disturbed our lives...
"Is that a new bikini?"
Without looking up or discontinuing her focus on the creases, she answered
"No, a really old one I haven't worn in ages."
'Oh', I thought. I looked around and there on the bedside table was a box cutter. Amy continued...
"Can you help me make the bed please?"
There were several strange things about that request, as indeed there were about Amy's seeming obsession with the creases. The first is that, unless we're changing sheets, we don't usually bother making the bed. It has a habit of being heavily used during the day for things other than sleeping; so it's a case of why bother since the sex activities have a tendency to trash it again anyway.
