Over the three months after we made the deal, a lot has happened.
We moved Ellen in to our house and tried to settle everyone in. Our house had three bedrooms upstairs and a den/office downstairs. We gave the boys one of the upstairs bedrooms, kept one as an office, and set up an adult bedroom downstairs.
Right afterward, we found a house and it might just be perfect. Our wonderful broker helped arrange the loan and found us a house in Clairemont -- one of the big old houses -- but the owner had been turning it into a duplex and died before he finished. Almost everything was done except the entry remodeling; the stair to the 2nd floor still went up from the 1st floor living room. He'd planned to frame a little entry hall and add two front doors.
The upstairs had three bedrooms (one large and two medium and two bathrooms) and den/living room with an attached open kitchen.
The downstairs had three bedrooms (two and what had been a large dining room), one bathroom, a huge living room, and a large old-school kitchen.
When she showed it to us, our realtor looked at us meaningfully and commented that "when...if...you want to split the house, it would be very easy, and unless zoning changed, it would be legal."
So all it needed was some new appliances downstairs, and to redo the floors and walls in the downstairs living room.
We bought it and the estate let us start the work during the short escrow.
One problem solved.
Living together was shockingly easy. Most of our time was dinners and weekends, and the boys occupied most of that. Ellen gave Shelly and I a date night each week, and she went out from time to time. We had always gone to kids stuff together so not much changed there.
And while sex hadn't been a problem, somehow, the sex got even better - we even had the first in a series of simultaneous orgasms.
It is just amazing when you and your partner come together? How their wave of pleasure amplifies yours which in turn amplifies theirs and back and forth until the wave just collapses on you? Well, let me tell you than when there are three of you...it's a ton better.
Friday nights kind of became the main 'we all fuck' nights...the kids were tired from daycare so they went to bed early, and we seldom social obligations on Fridays.
One Friday, I got across the bridge late, and walked into a quiet downstairs. There was a dinner waiting for me in the oven, but I'd had a work lunch so I headed upstairs. The big bedroom upstairs was the designated 'yee-haw' room. Nominally it was Shelly's and my bedroom, but practically, whoever was fucking that night took it, and who ever wasn't slept in the small bedroom downstairs. So the dresser had a drawer for toys and one for lubes and oils; the bathroom had extra towels that we often found useful. The shower was barely big enough for the three of us, but it served.
I checked on the boys, and they were asleep. The baby monitor was lit, so someone was paying attention.
I walked down the hall toward the light under the bedroom door.
Shelly and Ellen were on the bed; Ellen was on her back, knees in the air displaying her dripping pink pussy lips framed by matted light brown curls as Shelly faced me, straddling her face and humping her hips back and forth as Ellen's tongue ran over her swollen lips and the giant red hood over her clit. Ellen's breasts were swollen by the pregnancy, and Shelly was circling the swollen nipples with her fingers.
I'd been dropping clothes as I walked into the room, and by the time I got to the bed I was naked and very hard.
I ran my tongue over Ellen's pussy, feeling the small inner lips just sticking out past the puffy outer ones, noting how soaked it already was, and assumed they'd been doing this long enough for Ellen to have come at least once. She moved appreciatively and opened her legs wider.
I moved up and positioned the head of my cock at her entrance and looked up at Shelly who hungrily watched me slowly sink into Ellen's pregnant pussy, with thicker juices, a swollen cervix and internal ridges and bumps that were swollen and softer. I pushed deep into her and held myself in her, and Shelly moved her arms to my back and supported herself. I could feel the tension in her fingers and knew she was close. I looked up at her face, wound up and tight as she bit her lip and then tossed her head back and gasped out her pleasure as she came on Ellen's tongue.
"Fuck yes! I'm there...yes please suck it please please OH OH YES!"
Her shoulders lurched and I felt her hands holding her weight on my back relax and then felt her slump forward and then jerk as aftershocks of pleasure controlled her.
I've always been mildly concerned that on my best days, the women I fuck seem to have better orgasms with other women than with me. But that's a topic for another day.
I had kept myself pressed deep into Ellen and felt her walls pulsing slightly as she was coming close to her orgasm so I started sliding in and out of her just a little bit -- maybe an inch. That kept the head of my cock rubbing over the swelling lump of her cervix, and in a moment she arched her back and I felt her walls clench around me. She made noises muffled by Shelly's crotch straddling her mouth, and as the grip of her pussy relaxed, I pressed deep and suddenly I was pulsing cum into the back of her pussy. As my aftershocks died down, I pushed myself up on my arms and Shelly leaned down so we could kiss. We both tasted like Ellen.
I pulled slowly out of Ellen, softening as I did and rolled myself to her side. Shelly stretched forward and gently kissed Ellen's matted fur, then lay on her in a kind of postcoital 69.
I ran my hand over my wife's ass as she lay atop my ex- and tried to decide how big the explosion was going to be if this ever blew up.
