Kathy and Frank invited me to breakfast the next morning. We frankly discussed our sexual situation. I told them that I was not Frank's fuckboy or Kathy's gigolo and, conversely, Frank was not my fuckboy and Kathy was not my whore.
They both seemed rather shocked or, at least, a little put out.
Kathy said, "But I thought we had a good thing going here."
"Me too," from Frank.
"We do, but let's not get too possessive of each other. Kathy, I love it when you suck or fuck me. Your pussy tastes great and, Frank, so does your cock. Your cock feels great in my ass and I enjoy pushing my meat up yours. But none of us own each other."
They both agreed this was true. Frank excused himself by saying that he had to leave for work. Kathy and I chatted a little bit then I excused myself.
Later, I was seated at my desk and writing a short story for my Creative Writing 315 course, when Kathy knocked on the doorjamb.
"May I come in?"
"Sure, Kathy. You are always welcome."
"Frank and I know what you mean, but we have a special relationship with you. And we don't want to lose that."
"I don't think you have to worry about that, Kathy."
"I hope so. But I came down to talk with you about something else."
"What's that?"
"Remember, last fall, when you looked over our yard and said there were several places that, with a little fencing or screening, would be ideal for sunbathing?"
"Yes, I remember."
"Well, I'd like to screen and fence them. I want to lay naked in the sun. I want to fuck in the sun."
"Nude sunbathing is one thing. Outdoor sex, even in the privacy of your own yard, may be something else."
"So what! I want to jump Frank's or your bones under the sun. I want to have grass stains on my knee's or on my back from being fucked on the lawn."
"Well, let's start with the sunbathing and work from there."
"O.K. Jeez, this talk has made me horny." Kathy rubbed her crotch.
Kathy moved next to me as I sat at the desk. She put her arm around my shoulder. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, as was Kathy.
Kathy leaned over and kissed me. She sucked my tongue into her mouth. At the same time, I slipped my hands up under her t-shirt and hefted her braless breasts.
Kathy slipped her hands into my shorts. In a moment, both of us were naked. We moved to my bed. We ended up in a 69. I was on top with my face buried in Kathy's cunt and my lips sealed around her clit.
Kathy had her nose buried in my pubic hair and my cockhead deep down her throat.
We brought each other off. Kathy was groaning and gulping and I was wishing she was more of a squirter as we got our rocks off at the same time.
After resting for a minute, I pushed myself up onto my knees. "What had we just talked about?"
"As I remember, it was something about sex and possessing each other."
I looked down at Kathy. "I guess we just illustrated the point."
Kathy tugged my cock down to her lips. She licked my cockhead, then grinned, "I see what you mean. Lie down next to me."
We were cuddled up in each other's arms. "That was fun, but we are going to have to cool this sex stuff for the next few weeks."
"What do you mean?"
"My Mother is coming to stay with us for the next month. We'll probably have to delay the nude sunbathing places and, worst of all, the sex until she leaves."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes. Really. I don't think she would approve of Frank and I sucking and fucking our tenant and me eating the pussies of my bridge partners."
"Yes, I can see how that may be off-putting, unless you're into alternative life styles or swinging."
"Off-putting? Swinging? My parents hardly held hands. They didn't know what swinging was. They did the "nasty" once a week, every Saturday night, missionary style, wham-bam-thank-you-M'am, roll over on your back and fall asleep.
"You're kidding me?"
"No! When I was a teenager, I heard them and I knew what was happening." My parents were so conventional and straight-laced.
"What did you do?"
"What do you think I did? I finger fucked myself, diddled my clitoris and vowed that I would never fuck unless it was fun."
I put my arms around Kathy and her pulled over and up and against my chest. "I'm not sure, but I hope that you have had fun fucking me. I know I've had fun fucking you and Frank."
"Yes, Rich, you're a fun fuck. Frank thinks so too." Kathy pushed herself out of my arms, kissed me, got out of bed, and went upstairs.
I met Kathy's Mom about a week later. I was working at my desk when I heard a knock on the doorjamb.
"Come in."
"Hello, you must be Rich the Renter? I'm Kathy's Mom, Lily."
I hadn't thought of myself as Rich the Renter, but it fit. "Yes, I'm Rich. Please come in, Lily. I'm glad to meet you."
Lily came into my apartment. I offered her a chair. She sat, instead, on the foot of the bed next to my desk. She was a rather prim looking woman with nicely coiffed short gray hair and striking blue eyes.
"Kathy also calls you 'Rich the rigid. Or Rich the erect. Or Rich the upright."
"Excuse me?"
"Pardon my forwardness. Kathy likes, and recommends, your cock."
"I beg your pardon!"
"Don't! Please listen. Kathy told me that she knew about my sex life. Harold, my late husband, was an uptight, straight-laced jerk, if you please, when it came to sex."
"His idea was sex was a duty. It was my duty to put out once a week when he was ready and whether or not I was ready or even interested. He was Mister Saturday Night. Wham-bam-thank-you-M'am-roll-over-and-go-to sleep."
"Jeez, that's terrible. What did you do?"
