This is the ninth chapter is a series of stories about a recently retired couple in their mid-forties who have found themselves with free time and money they never had before and have set out to improve their cooking, gardening, golf, exercise, and all the other usual things we all promise to do for ourselves if we ever have the time and money. Sharon and Rich have also set out to improve their sex life which has over the course of their 25-year marriage become almost non-existent. The prior chapters describe a series of sexual experiences they have had as they opened "Pandora's Box" as they refer to the universe of human sexual practices and perversions.
This chapter, more so than the prior postings in this series, is a continuation of the events of the prior chapter and it may be helpful to the reader to have read at least Chapter 8 before this one. As with prior chapters Sharon is the narrator except for two sections identified with italic font in which Rich acts as the narrator. Enjoy.
"What? You want me to have sex with your husband?" I exclaimed.
I was sitting up in bed wrapped loosely in a sheet looking at my next-door neighbor Jill who was sitting naked in an armchair opposite me. We had spent the morning and the early afternoon engaged in lesbian sex, not that either of us were practicing lesbians. Over lunch and a good deal of wine we had discussed how to maintain our newfound relationship without destroying our marriages. But with the effect of the wine we gave up our discussion for another romp in bed followed by a long nap. Now it appeared that Jill had given the problem more thought while waiting for me to wake-up.
Jill and her husband Cam had only recently moved into the home next door. However we had been friends for more than twenty years. She and Cam had lived next door to Rich and me some twenty years ago before they moved to the East Coast. But today's fucking was a new feature of our relationship.
I wasn't that I was concerned about Rich objecting to my sleeping with Cam . Rich and I had recently agreed to have an open marriage and he was in fact currently in Oregon having an assignation with a woman from Idaho that he occasionally spent illicit time with at a cabin on the Oregon coast. I had even taken a selfie of Jill and I scissoring that I intended to send to him. But what Jill's husband Cam would think was a different matter. He and Jill had, with one exception for Cam that nearly ended their marriage, maintained a monogamous relationship for twenty plus years.
The solution Jill and I had decided upon over lunch was to convert her monogamous relationship with Cam and my open relationship with Rich to a foursome that lived next door to each other. After all how could our husbands object to Jill and I having sex if they were having sex with 'us'—that is the 'us' they weren't married to and with the 'us' they were married to. Simple, right? A perfect solution we thought after nearly two bottles of wine and some very satisfactory fucking. What could go wrong?
Of course as with the perfect solution to any complex problem the devil was in the details. Just how were we going to convince Cam that this new domestic relationship was a good idea? It seemed a good idea to me. Cam was good looking, tall and lean, showing none of the modest and personally annoying weight gain the rest of our foursome had encountered over twenty plus years.
"Really? That's your plan? You want me to have sex with your husband?" I said, staring at Jill.
"Seems fair enough. You are already having sex with me and I would like to keep this up."
"Well, I would too, but what makes you think your husband will want me?"
"Hah. Does water run downhill?"
"So let me get this straight. I seduce Cam. You scream in anguish about his infidelity and then make him the same offer of an open marriage he made you years ago when you found out he was banging his secretary?"
"Yeah. It should work. He thought it was a good idea then. Why wouldn't he like it now?"
"What about Rich?"
"You said he wouldn't object to us."
"He won't but I mean are you going to do him too?"
"Oh. I hadn't thought about that. Is he good in bed?"
"Yes. Lisa thinks so too." Lisa was Rich's lover in Oregon who we casually referred to as his 'slut'. Lisa and her husband owned several cattle ranches in Oregon and Idaho. They had a very open marriage. She was actually very nice. We talked on the phone regularly, usually about Rich's faults and her desire to make love to me in addition to my husband. Lisa was very Bi.
"Will she object?"
I laughed. "She has so many relationships I don't know how she keeps track of them. Half of them are incestuous. She doesn't get a vote in this."
"Oh then no problem. Unless you object?"
I sat looking at her, "Hmm. So the Jamesons and the Fergusons are going to become one big happy family living next door in polyamory?"
"Polyamory?"
"Don't worry about it. Just think of it as living in sin by your mother's standards."
By that time it was getting to be late in the afternoon so we adjourned to the kitchen for more wine and pizza. Our plotting for my seduction of Cam continued through the pizza and some mutual masturbation on the back porch. I had a lovely crop of zucchini that summer.
As usual I was up and working in the garden early the next morning, well before Jill, who was not a morning person. As I was crawling about on my hands and knees I heard my phone buzz. I pulled it from my pocket and answered finding that it was Rich. He was calling in response to the photo of Jill and I having sex that I had sent him the day before.
"My, my. You've found a new way to entertain yourself while I am away with Lisa," he said.
"Yes."
"Lisa is impressed with your technique."
I laughed, "She is such a slut."
"Tut tut. You seem to be catching up fast."
"Perhaps."
"What does Cam think of all this?"
"He doesn't know."
"Hmm. Jill, they are among our oldest friends. I know they just moved next door a few weeks ago but they were our neighbors when we lived in our first house twenty plus years ago."
