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.
