After their return from Chicago, Yv takes a job in downtown Berkeley, and is pleased the people there are friendly and welcoming. One in particular, Sean, starts starring in her sexiest nocturnal fantasies. Yv has a proposal for Jack, a threesome with Sean, and Jack agrees to it. The following weekend, reluctance and apprehension crumble before Yv's striptease, and the three of them spend a wonderful night in their living room, capped off by Sean licking her pussy while Jack pounds her pussy on the couch. They all fall asleep on a quilt on the floor, exhausted and happy.
August, 1985
Yv had made another friend at work before she had invited Sean over. Inger was tall, blond, muscular, and over several lunches they compared notes about their high school and collegiate sports experiences. Inger had been in track and field, and was openly interested in Yv's gymnastic and dance exploits. Inger had medaled in several state competitions back home in Pennsylvania, which impressed Yv greatly. The two women also found a lot of common ground in movies, current events, discussing men and sex, the latter in discreet, hushed tones or after work in one of the bars dotting the streets downtown.
Both lamented the changes in their bodies since college, desk jobs beginning to take their toll on their figures, gravity exerting a steady influence on them. Neither, at first glance, was anything but well-toned and far from fat, but they had each put on ten pounds, very evenly distributed, and voiced their dissatisfaction with that fact for the first time to anyone. They made a pact to work out together twice weekly, and walked after work to one of the nearby gyms and purchased monthly memberships. That was in July, the week before Sean joined her and Jack.
Inger had commented that Yv must be enjoying what Jack was doing to her every weekend, and Yv couldn't hide the feeling of satisfaction she felt from Friday to Sunday. She felt some apprehension about telling Inger, not because she didn't trust her, but she didn't wholly trust
herself
not to reveal too much, like Sean's name, or the two men sucking and fucking regularly in front of her. Besides which, Sean worked in their office, adding to her reluctance to let Inger in on any details of their clandestine sex sessions. Even so, she loved that Inger noticed her inner and outer glow, and the satisfaction she felt from the weekends.
Jack and Yv continued their sexual antics with Sean every weekend for the rest of the summer, every Friday night through Sunday afternoon at their apartment. Twice while his parents were out of town on vacation in Europe, he invited them to their house in Orinda. The big house had lots of space, and provided ample room and opportunity for additional variations among its three guest bedrooms.
Sean's porn collection was on Beta tapes, and she took to calling the machine "MasterBetaMax" after catching Sean and Jack naked and jacking off side-by-side on the overstuffed couch one morning. Neither minded her walking in on them or watching, and she joined in from an easy chair with both the TV and the couch in view. Afterwards, and many other times, the three of them shared his parents' huge upstairs shower, just off the master. Sometimes it was just two together under the hot spray, interchangeably.
They took inspiration to greater heights of sensuous carnal pleasure, enjoying their threesome as much and as often as possible. Yv was content with two handsome men letting her take advantage of their bodies, exploring hers, and reveling in letting her be an intimate spectator when they fucked and sucked without her.
She felt a special thrill the first time Sean took Jack's cock in his ass. Sean was on all fours by her side, and she saw his cock jump with the first penetration. Jack built his rhythm up, taking his time with their playmate, both men moaning with each thrust. He started slowly, starting to gasp within a minute or two, and finally pounded Sean's anus thoroughly, but not for long, before both of them came. Jack caught her eye, grinning as his balls pumped his jizz into Sean's ass. She sighed as their guest's cock emptied itself on the bed beside her. Yv scooped a bit of it onto her fingers, tasting the sticky fluid and smearing it on her mouth to lick it off, successfully turning them both on again. They already knew very well how much she loved the taste, and took turns licking her pussy all afternoon.
The next morning was another opportunity for Jack to take Sean again. Drowsing, Yv sensed Jack climb out of bed to her right, moving slowly so as not to disturb her, then heard the bathroom door slide closed, the shower starting moments later. Sean was to her left, and turned lazily over to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples until they were stiff with desire. His fingertips brushed her belly, almost tickling her, then slid inside her wet and ready pussy.
Yv stretched, turning on her back and parting her thighs wide, ready for whatever he wanted to do to keep bringing her to consciousness, rewarding him with a soft moan, not to keep quiet, but as a preview of what he could bring forth if he did her right. He kissed her once on the lips, then swiftly laid a series of little kisses down her tummy to her pussy, kneeling at the foot of the bed with his ass high in the air. Sean began licking her expertly, teasing along each of her labia, and between them. She felt his thumbs spread the fleshy folds, and his tongue travel up and down her slit.
Even after a weekend of uninhibited and wild sex, Yv was far from bored or in need of a pause. Glancing down the length of her body, she curled her fingers in his thick brown hair, delighting in the sight of his forehead moving up and down, the sensation of his lips and mouth and especially his tongue as he stimulated every square inch of her twat.
Her next moan was louder, and she kept her eyes on Sean's head as her orgasm arose. She sat with her shoulders up against the headboard, watching Sean satisfying the hunger they both felt and had barely been satisfied, even with the nearly hourly sex since Friday night. Jack had come back in from his shower, droplets still on his bare skin, and grinned when he saw Sean's face buried in Yv's pink pubes.
He dropped the towel from his waist, exposing his hard-on, which he had certainly intended on plunging into one or both of them. Grabbing a condom from on top of the dresser, he stepped behind Sean, slipping the lubricated sheath down the length of his shaft. Jack pushed his dick inside Sean's ass, sighing at the feel of the tight hole gripping him. Sean responded by licking Yv almost desperately, making her clit thrum and pulse. She came twice watching Jack buttfuck their lover, trading horny, sassy smiles with her man before he, too, came. When Jack pulled out, he stepped into the bathroom, his cock relaxing happily as he disposed of the condom.
Their last weekend came much too soon for Yv. Sean told them at the end of August he had accepted a good offer from a firm in San Diego, and was very regretful he wouldn't be able to keep whiling away the weekends naked with them. Labor Day weekend, they indulged in every erotic position their overheated imaginations could come up with. Her favorite was sitting straddling Sean on the floor, letting his cock inside her, and Jack coming in from her backside, his thick rod penetrating her anus. They let her rock herself on the twin erections to a mind-blowing orgasm, then a second.
When they came, filling her ass and pussy, she leaned forward into Sean, kissing him fervently, and Jack cupped and stroked her breasts, his chest against her spine. They all unwound together, until finally Yv stood and felt them slide out of both holes. They showered, then hit the hot tub, the full force of the afterglow lulling them almost to sleep.
They left his parents' house late Monday evening for the last time, and he left on Tuesday for his new career down south.
September, 1985
With the passing of Labor Day, Jack and Yv's social calendar freed up considerably, and they were content with just the two of them in bed on weekends. That Friday, Jack's boss greeted him with a special project, named him co-head of a complete team, and told him they would work long hours for the foreseeable future, and perhaps even weekends, at least through the end of the year.
Inger wanted to work out three times a week now, and Yv was eager to accommodate her, so they added Fridays to their schedule. Spandex and hairbands weren't Yv's speed, quite, but the taller blonde looked born to wear them. Inger wore her blonde curls short, just to her collar, and wore more makeup than Yv did in the office, but expertly applied, making her all the more attractive. Even without makeup, she was striking, the picture of the classic long-legged American beauty.
The blonde's eyes were a striking sea green, her jewelry was gold, or gold-tone, a beautiful accent for her bronzed skin and her ample chest and curves. Compared to Yv, Inger was practically an Amazon, topping out just shy of six feet. Changing in the locker room, she noticed Inger's twat was shaved, wholly bare of any pubic hair, and admitted privately it was a great look. Inger would have no trouble catching any man she wanted.
The gym was big, with no fewer than twenty rowing machines and stationary bikes apiece, and twice that many treadmills, not to mention free weights and Nautilus machines. Equal numbers of men and women used the place, chatting amiably, some obviously sizing one or another other up for a quick roll in the hay. More than one man had approached Yv and Inger, separately and alone, but they were clear, sometimes almost sternly, that they were in serious relationships, even when they persisted or invited one or both for coffee.
Working out with Inger meant they had each other's backs, and could avoid the constant flock of ravenous relationship vultures.
Sort of reverse wingmen
, Yv thought more than once.
