Part 3. Ruth and Ben.
The four of us sat around Sharon's kitchen table working out our new routine for the coming week. A couple of days had passed since the first session and yesterday had me flat out on my sofa recovering from our little adventure.
Angie, as usual, was in charge and taking notes.
"Alright," she said, calling us to order, "Here's what I'm thinking. Six days. Monday till Saturday. That means a potential two appointments per week for the three of us to have sex with Ben on our own. That's allowing for things like work, family visits, or whatever else that may pop up and we have to cancel. We can draw lots to see who gets to go first and you can make your own arrangements regarding what time you meet up. And remember, these sessions are to be in our own homes. Ben will come to us. We should be fine, but Ben doesn't want anyone to visit him out of the blue and catch us all at it."
I nodded ruefully. "Yeah, like my mom."
My mom was a bit of a stickler and always played by the rules. God knows what would happen if she ever found out I had a little harem on the go.
Angie continued on with her thoughts. "Well, we'll make sure she never finds out so that isn't an issue. So we draw lots right now for the first three days and then just continue on into the foreseeable future. Say Sharon gets Monday, I get Tuesday, and Ruth gets Wednesday. Sharon would then do Thursday and yadda yadda yadda. You get the idea."
"What happens if we want to mix it up?" asked Ruth as she sat peeling an orange, "What if I fancied doing it with you and Ben. At the same time. How would that work?"
Angie sat back in her chair. "That's easy. Just call and arrange something between us instead. These aren't hard and fast rules. Nothings changed as far as the three of us are concerned. We can just get it on during the day like we've always done. We can have our own fun when Ben is busy with work or his family. As for our group sessions, I think we also need to consider how much it would take out of him servicing all three of us on the go. We're talking regular daily sex here."
I raised my hand. "That shouldn't be a problem. Me and the one eyed monster are ready for anything."
They all laughed and Angie slapped me on the shoulder. "Shush, you," she smiled, "The mind may be willing but it's the body that has to do the work. You and that big cock of yours would be no good to us if you put your back out or pulled something. You're going to need time to recover sensibly, Ben. I suggest we keep those sessions to once a fortnight or so. And to take place on a Friday. Saturday has too many distractions family wise for all of us. That would also make them a bit special when we do have one and it gives us all something to look forward to. I also think we need to spice them up a bit."
Spice them up?
"How so?" I asked. That little kid in the sweet shop felt like he'd just opened the biggest jar of wine gums ever listening to all this.
"Well," said Angie, licking her lips and fiddling with her pen, "I was thinking doing things like roleplaying or theme evenings where we only do one thing and one thing only. Like, um, anal," Angie looked at me and blushed as she shifted nervously in her seat. Ruth and Sharon looked a bit sheepish when I glanced at them as they both avoided my eyes, "We haven't let you do it up our bottoms yet, Ben. So that's a thing we can do. And maybe some spanking. Spanking is fun. We quite like getting our bottoms smacked before having sex."
It was still so strange listening to someone older than your mother talking like that. And as for her suggestions; anal? spanking? I mean, doing it up the ass was always there in the back of my mind. What man doesn't want to do that? I know I was all for it. As for the spanking, I'd never really thought about it to be honest. But if it was something that turned them on - count me in.
Sharon put a clean mug on the table in front of us. "Write our names on a slip of paper and put them in there, Angie. We should use this coming week to do a dry run and see how it goes. If we wear him out, we can make some other timetable or whatever. We can use these arrangements to get to know each other a bit more," She glanced at me with an impish look on her face. That was the one thing that was most definitely going to happen.
Angie ripped a page out of her pad, tore it into three strips and wrote down the three names. Once folded, she dropped them into the mug and give it a quick shake. "Seeing as you're the newest member of our group," she said to me, "You pick who you're going to be fucking first,"
They all looked on in eager anticipation as I picked out one of the folded pieces of paper and pressed it against my chest.
I played the game like a pro. Like I was hiding a Royal flush. I sat back theatrically and peeked at the name on the paper."Ohhhh!" I gasped as the three of them tried to grab it out of my hands, "Hey, stop that. That's cheating!" I warned them teasingly.
They all sat laughing enjoying the fun sense of expectation in the air. Which lucky lady gets to sleep with me first?
I slowly turned to Ruth who blushed cherry pink when she realized it was her.
"Hey, you," I winked, "See you Monday at six for sex."
The look on her face was priceless.
*
I stood naked in my bedroom in front of the long mirror my late Aunt had bought many years ago.
I didn't know what to expect as I looked myself up and down with my sleeping cock hanging down to mid-thigh. I thought I'd look different somehow. More mature. Worldly wise. Now that I'd had proper sex with proper women. But I still looked the same. Endearingly goofy, my mother had once called me long ago and she was probably right. I did have the look of a twenty-first century Fred Flinstone about me. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It had just gone five and the world outside was bathed in a lovely orange glow as the sun set slowly in the west behind a layer of clouds.
Time for a quick shower and a shave. On the bed were clean underwear - check, a clean shirt - check, and a pair of freshly laundered socks - check. I was finally good to go.
I glanced over at the bungalow across the way and wondered what Ruth was up to as the time for our little rendezvous got ever closer.
*
Her door was slightly ajar as I arrived five minutes early.
I could hear her moving about inside her bungalow and just as I was about to knock she shouted for me to come in. "I'm in the kitchen!"
Okay. Here we go. This should be interesting. I stood in the doorway to see Ruth scrubbing her kitchen bench and polishing the sink. She opened a cupboard underneath the bench and pulled out the trash bag from her bin. "Here," she grunted, lifting the over stuffed plastic bag onto the white work top and tying it shut, "Do me a favor, hon, dump this with the other trash bags outside."
I did as I was told and came back into the kitchen to see her stripping off her rubber gloves and sipping a glass of orange. "Sorry," she sighed, looking slightly frazzled as she blew a whisp of hair from her face, "Had family around for tea and they only left twenty minutes ago. They never ever visit on a Monday's. Typical," She leaned back against her kitchen sink and everything sort of got awkward real quick as we eyed each other up.
Her long black hair was piled on the top of her head like a slap dashed crows nest with stray strands curling around her face. She was wearing a deep red polo necked woolen sweater and a pair of weather worn jeans and sneakers. She also had an apron tied around her waist and when she saw me smiling at her she self-consciously tucked a stray whisp of hair behind her ear and untied her apron. She was probably more nervous than I was. "Um, yeah," she mumbled, "Sorry, I was going to put on something nice for you."
The woman didn't need to put on anything nice. She looked pretty amazing already as far as I was concerned. Women in jeans were my thing. Seeing her standing there in tight fitting denim was just as sexy as if she was stood there in nothing but a bra, stockings, and suspenders.
I shook my head at her and smiled, "You look fantastic," I said truthfully, "Sorry is the last thing you should be feeling, Ruth."
She looked down at the floor then lifted her eyes to mine. "That's very sweet of you, Ben," She twisted around suddenly, "Oh, my manners. Can I get you anything?" she asked, "Tea, coffee, a beer?"
I took off my coat and put it on the back of the chair then took a seat. "Coffee will be just fine, thanks. Milk. No sugar."
I wasn't sure what I had expected to happen but this was nice. I felt myself relaxing and able to enjoy the simple pleasure of her company as she returned and put a mug of steaming coffee down in front of me.
*
We sat making small talk as the light faded outside and Ruth got up to close the blinds on her kitchen window and turned on the over head strip-light. She glanced at me for a second and went to her front door and I listened as she turned the key to lock it. She came back and sat down opposite me as I swirled the last of my coffee in the bottom of my mug. We could both feel the rising sexual tension and expectation between us growing.
So it was Ruth who was actually the oldest of the three at fifty-five. Sharon was fifty-one, and Angie had just turned forty-nine a month or so back. That the woman sitting in front of me was the oldest of the three surprised me quite a bit. Ruth was one fine looking woman and must have been spectacular in her youth.
"Don't you dare tell them I told you!" she laughed.
