Now That Is a Handy Man

The ride home from our Malibu beach vacation to our home in the desert was far less exciting than I had imagined. As I have described in earlier chapters, we had two torrid encounters there with our next-door neighbor's handyman and later with the handyman and his helper. They were in fact so torrid that our sexual tanks were nearly on empty. Instead, we sat in that comfortable silence that comes from earned confidence as we drove the two and half-hours home. We did speak a few times about how hot the trip had been and how much we had enjoyed the spontaneous sex. Other than Evette mentioning in passing that she felt she owed me something special for the treat she had, we moved onto the occasional chat about home life and the expected reunion with our last remaining child at home -- our adult-puppy.

The sex drive came back quickly, of course, and with the weekend approaching, I asked Evette what our plans might be. "Sorry, sweetheart," she said. "You're forgetting that Alison is in town for the weekend and I've promised her a weekend of girl shopping and being about town."

I had forgotten...or repressed. While I like Ally a lot -- and she is very hot -- I can't help but feel somewhat excluded when she is in town, as she and Evette tend to focus on themselves. And yes, I mean they not only shop and lunch with each other, but "play" together as well. While that always sounds exciting, over the many years that they have known each other, I have never actually been privy to any of their play sessions. As Evette pointed out a few years ago, they were lovers long before she and I met. And she fully disclosed the relationship and her intention to maintain it before we were remarried to each other, not that many years ago.

The only upside is that the very hot Ally and my gorgeous wife Evette finish their day early on her visits for poolside sun and drinks. Like us, Ally does not apparently own a bathing suit, which at least makes for a visual, if platonic feast.

Friday arrived, and not too long into the day, so did Ally. Evette greeted her at the door with a full-on kiss and excitedly escorted her to her guest room, a separate casita just off the pool. "Hello, beautiful visitor from afar," I exclaimed in my most charming voice. "Evette's been excited about your arrival. And don't worry about me. I'm golfing and puttering around the house most of the weekend," I said trying to seem just fine about the whole thing.

"Hi, Jeremy," she quickly replied and gave me a lesser version of the kiss and hug she had given Evette. "You know you're always welcome to shop for handbags and shoes with us. We know how you love that," she partly giggled.

"Yeah, right," I answered. "I'll torture myself with some bad golf instead and meet you back here for afternoon cocktails."

"Okay," Evette interjected, "But we may be a few cocktails into the day or napping away the cocktails that we've already had. Hope you won't get lonely."

As the morning progressed, we went our separate ways. I did, in fact, go to my golf club and joined a threesome for a round of golf, which went predictably bad. For some reason, perhaps the sex of the previous week, I had a very hard time concentrating on golf and felt my mind wandering back to Evette and how sexy she is. Rather than join friends at the 19

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hole when I finished mid-afternoon, I decided to head home and see if the girls were done shopping and, I hoped, out sun bathing in the back yard.

I lucked out. When I arrived home, I saw Evette's car in the garage and called out her name when I came into the kitchen. Hearing no answer, I continued to the backyard and quickly spotted the girls lying in our large and inviting daybed by the pool, naked with cocktails in hand.

"Hi, baby!" Evette called out. "Grab yourself a gin and tonic and come join us." I, of course, wanted to believe more than what Evette was suggesting, but I chuckled and told her I'd be right back. I quickly mixed a drink in the kitchen and walked back out to the pool. The day was gorgeous, but I'm not sure at this point I noticed the weather at all. Two beautiful, naked women were on a daybed in my backyard, and I was trying to act nonchalant. And in contrast to their naturally golden beauty, I was attired in a Greg Norman golf outfit, quite fetching on the course but a little out of place right now.

As if reading my mind, Evette looked at me as I strolled toward the daybed and remarked, "Well, you got the drink right but you're way overdressed for this party. Take your clothes off and join us on the bed. I'll scoot over."

Coupled with the golf outfit, my bad look was nearly accompanied by a dropped jaw. But I kept my cool and quickly noticed that Evette had moved closer to Ali, leaving me room next to her and not between the two. That helped, as I was already feeling a sudden rush of blood to my easily aroused cock; being between them would have been too much.

I was quick to take Evette up on her offer and took my clothes off rapidly and hung them over a nearby chair. I then carefully laid down and set my drink on a nearby shelf, careful to keep my stiffening cock out of obvious view. Good god! This was nearly heaven.

Just as I settled in, Evette rolled toward me and put her hand on my chest, moving it slightly down toward my stomach. "How was golf, my love? I hope you scored well. We barely found anything to buy, so we came back early and started our cocktail hour just after lunch."

I was listening to her...sort of... but her continued stroking of my upper stomach had now moved even lower. I could barely talk at this point, so I stammered something about how I had a mediocre round but was glad to be home now. But truth is, my wife is so sexy that if she were here just by herself, I'd be all over her. Add to that now another gorgeous and naked woman and I was experiencing a serious sexual moment.

And, of course, my "never tell a lie" cock gave me away. "Oh my," Evette dramatically exclaimed, a bit too loudly for my taste. "It looks like someone is finding this situation arousing." With that her hand moved all the way down and grasped my now throbbing cock in her hand. At the same time Ali raised herself up on her elbow and looked over to see what Evette meant.

"Nice tool you have there, Jer", she cooed at us both. "You enjoying being here with us both?" She smiled as she said that and seemed to be enjoying my now fully flushed facial expression.

"Well, it was certainly not what I expected, but I admit being with two beautiful naked ladies and having my cock stroked is almost perfect."

In response, Ali moved her left hand over to begin slightly stroking Evette's upper thigh. As she spoke the next words, she moved her hand up to Evette's bare pussy and began to lightly rub her there. "Well," she said. "I guess we need to keep edging toward perfect then," she softly added.

As Evette lightly moaned at the new attention, she more firmly and rapidly increased her grip on my cock. I rolled over slightly, enough to kiss Evette, which I did, and begin to touch and rub her beautiful breasts. As she began to kiss me more passionately, I watched her spread her legs so that Alison could more fully penetrate her now glistening slit. Ali also rolled toward Evette and put her mouth on the breast nearest to her and began to lick and suckle it, even as she started to finger bang Evette.

Just as things started to heat up even further, Evette pulled away from both of us and sat up. "Wait," she said softly but firmly. "This is the wrong way. Jeremy, you've been so generous to me in the last few days... in Malibu... with all the attention I got. I think it's time for payback, your time to be the center of attention."

"That's fine by me, to say the least. But, Ali, I have to ask, aren't you just into women? I don't want to put you in a tough position." I realized that, even as I was saying this, my cock was throbbing at the possibility of putting her in exactly that position.

"Well," Ali replied as she started to move toward me and move Evette's legs aside, "you've never really asked. But I'm more bi- than not. I love a good hard cock from time to time, don't you, Evette?"

As she moved, it became obvious where she was going, straight for my cock, leading with her luscious mouth. Without much more introduction, she grabbed me with both hands and opened her mouth to let her tongue out to begin a very sensuous licking of my staff. Teasing, touching softly with her tongue and then slowly putting me into her mouth whole. All the time she was watching my eyes, looking for me to signal my reaction. And signal I did, as I both moaned and rolled my eyes back in my head. There was something about the way she looked below my belt. I can't say I had ever imagined this, because I hadn't. I could never have imagined Ali as being within my reach -- she was after all a "girl's girl". But here she was sucking my cock and by all appearances, I was the beneficiary of many blow jobs before this.

I hadn't forgotten Evette, nor had she chosen to ignore me. Even as my pleasure was increasing with Ali, she moved to put her hips nearer to my mouth. I wasn't quite sure where she was headed, but couldn't spare the thoughts to try to figure it out. I was, afterall, receiving a world class blow job.

But it didn't take long before Evette was above me with her legs spread over my head, facing Ali with her pussy now firmly and clearly over my face. I reached up with my hands on either side of her hips and pulled her gently on top of my mouth so that I could easily reach her now soaking pussy with my tongue. I began by moving her hips so that her clit moved back and forth on my tongue, occasionally moving back into the lips of her pussy. We quickly developed a rhythm of our own that matched the cadence of Ali's sucking of my cock. A threesome symphony if you will.

We continued this for a few more minutes during which Evette came at least once, letting her pleasure be heard by all of us. After she gathered herself, Evette called out to Ali softly and said some magic, erotic words. "Get on top of him now and fuck him while you kiss me, you beautiful lady. Show us both some love."

As she pulled my cock out of her mouth with an audible slurp and pop, Ali smiled up at Evette. "I love the way you think," she said in her most sultry voice. And she pulled herself up so that she could straddle me and at first ground her pussy against my cock, feeling it against her clit and letting her own eyes roll back in pleasure. "I'm close myself," she uttered unevenly. " Don't you dare cum, Jeremy, because you still have some work to do."

With that, she reached down and grabbed my member and put it inside of her. Rather than pump up and down, she moved in an almost circular motion, grinding us both together. Now, she was looking directly across at Evette and reached her hands up to rub Evette's breasts. As she did so, she leaned toward her and locked Evette's lips to her own. To bring her even closer, she lifted her right hand from Evette's breast and moved it behind Evette's neck. At the same time, Evette mimicked her moves, with one hand on Ali's breast and the other behind her neck.

This is without question in my top 10 erotic memories in my life. Two beautiful women, making love to me and to each other in the warm sunshine of a desert spring. The sounds were nearly as sexy and sexual as the physical images. All three of us were deep into our own sensations as well as fully aware of our partners' pleasure. We all made different but ultimately synchronized sounds of sex, alternating groans with cries of pleasure with an occasional dirty comment from one of the girls. "Oh my God, fuck me just like that," Alison called out. "His tongue is making me so hot. You're so hot to watch fucking my husband," was the version with which Evette replied. I, in turn, was too busy using my tongue and mouth on Evette to have time to participate beyond my occasional moans. Both ladies had already come several times in varying degrees and showed no signs of letting up.

But then Evette spoke up and suggested a new position for all of us. "Jeremy, I want you to fuck me from behind while I make my girlfriend cum. Can we switch around?"

Needless to say and without comment, I moved into the new position and watched as my beautiful wife put her face between Alison's legs and offered herself from behind to me. I put myself inside of her and started slowly. To be honest, I wanted to fully appreciate the moment. I had seen Evette with other women before -- and it is always a sexual treat. But there was something about this situation -- these two women close in every way and now sharing me -- that seemed especially sensual as well as sexy.

We stayed in this position for quite some time until we all started building to a series of orgasms. First, Ali came under the skillful tongue of Evette with a cry that was muffled but nonetheless intense. As she came, she gripped Evette's head with her hands and pulled her closer to her writhing hips. That was enough to trigger me to begin the march toward my own orgasm. But before I could get there, I could both feel and hear that Evette was going to cum before me, which was good because I'm not sure I could have waited for her. Evette can be a very verbal lady when she cums, but now her moans were muffled by her oral endeavor and instead, her cries became almost guttural moans of pleasure. There is nothing in the world that excites me more than Evette cumming, and the intensity of this moment squared the pleasure of my own orgasm. I let out a sex cry only seconds after Evette, and it seemed like I came for an hour.

As I finished, we were all finished and collapsed in our own version of a heap, the sun still shining gently on us. We all tried to catch our breath and get our wits back about us. Ali was the first to speak. "And we haven't done this before, why?", she said softly but with perfect timing. Both Evette and I laughed softly. "Well," I said, "let's just not make that mistake again. I mean not doing it, not not doing it," I managed to confuse us all. "Oh well, you know what I mean."

"We do, Jeremy," Evette added. "That was for all the nice things you did for me in Malibu and also because... it was fucking hot. We'll definitely do it again, but...I really don't want to give up my private time with Ali either. Right, Ali?"

"We'll figure it out somehow," Alison smiled. "A real world-class challenge for us."

With that, we all managed to fall into a gentle nap, wrapped around each other in a cozy cuddle of post sex love. Sometimes, life can be damn good...