Jen returned around 3:00pm and went straight into the bedroom to dump her stuff, then into the kitchen to deposit the food she would cook for Sunday Lunch. "Paula came back with me, she'll be up in a moment. Be a love and let her in for me Steve, I'm desperate for the loo."
Jen disappeared into the loo and then the buzzer announced Paula's arrival and I dutifully let her in. She breezed into the apartment and disappeared into the second bedroom as I turned to Cynthia, "You don't have to go home you know. You're always welcome to stay here and we can go into work together tomorrow." Paula had spoken to neither of us.
"Really? You don't mind?" She answered.
"Of course I don't mind. You might want to go home when you find out what Paula is really like," I told her. She looked confused. "Paula likes women?" I hinted.
"Oh yes, of course. I understand. I think I can resist her advances." She told me, although she didn't sound too confident. "What will Jen do?" Blushing as she realised what she'd said.
"She'd be with me then wouldn't she?"
"Yes, I suppose so. Do you have to?"
"Only if you get off with Paula, you told me you were tempted with a relationship with a woman. Here's your chance," I suggested. "At the very least you know that she'll know what to do with you so you can enjoy it. You might want to keep it to just women afterwards."
"Now the chance is here I'm not so sure," She confessed, looking a trifle confused at the same time as well. I was quite happy to sleep with either of them, Jen or Cynthia, but not Paula, too much like hard, or very hard work, literally. In more ways than one. I suppose there were worse things in the world and having sex with someone you fancied at school is high on the 'to do' list for most men. Despite the age gap.
Jen emerged, from the toilet followed a moment later by Paula at the bedroom door. They air kissed and looked at Cynthia and me in turn. "What is it?" I asked them both. "Have I got something stuck on my chin?"
"No, just wondering what we were doing tonight, that's all?" Jen answered my question. Then she linked arms with Paula. "Dinner will be ready in about 2 hours. What do you want to do while we wait?"
"How about watching a porn movie and having an orgy?" Paula suggested, predictably, swiftly taking her sweater off revealing she wasn't wearing a bra. Cynthia jumped slightly as she started to strip. She sidled over Cynthia to, swinging her hips as she moved and looked up into her eyes. Standing on her tip toe she gave her a gentle kiss on her lips while keeping her hands behind her back. "That didn't hurt, did it?" Cynthia looked at me as if looking for permission. I just shrugged my shoulders in reply. "Shall we draw the curtains and lose some of the lighting?"
"I'm O.K. with that, as long as we lose our clothes as well," I suggested, starting to remove my shirt. Jen just shrugged her shoulders, as if in turn and took her blouse off.
"I'll get some drinks then," Paula volunteered. She was off in a moment into the kitchen, returning a moment later with four wine glasses and a couple of bottles of my Pinot Grigio, her breasts wobbling very enticingly as she walked. Cynthia hadn't moved. Paula poured the wines and took a glass for herself and held one out to Cynthia. "Ready to try?" Cynthia took the wine from her missing completely Paula's innuendo. Jen looked over at me.
She was wearing her bra and panties now with just her high heels and looked as sexy as ever. Using the back of her hand, Paula gently stroked Cynthia's left breast, making her nipples stand out proud from her blouse. She licked her lips and did the same with her own bare breast. "Hmmm," She murmured as Cynthia continued taking her clothes off, obviously reluctantly, but watching Paula's nipple begin to harden as she dropped her clothes to the floor. She put her wine down and unbuttoned Cynthia's blouse, revealing her thin, see through white bra. "Nice. Now, let's lose the rest, shall we?" She whispered as she moved behind her and unfastened her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor.
"What about you then Steve?" Jen asked me. I was still wearing my trousers and I decided to drop them along with my boxers. My erection sprang out in front of me. Jen took it in her hand and whispered in my ear, "This looks like it's for me then. Is that O.K. Steve?" My reply was a simple nod. "Let's leave them to it," She whispered again, and she pulled me towards the bedroom. Over my shoulder I saw Cynthia and Paula engaging in a full-on kiss on the lips. I couldn't see any tongue action, but I was sure it would be there, if not now, soon.
Once in the bedroom I tugged on Jen's bra clip to remove it and then slipped my hands into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down. "I've been looking forward to this. I didn't think I'd have another chance. I thought I'd lost you to Cynthia but now I'm seeing we could all be one happy family."
"Yes, I told you I didn't think Cynthia would want to share, but maybe I was wrong." I told her as I slipped a finger inside her vagina, gently massaging her 'g' spot. We started kissing, our hands exploring each other's body as if it the first time once again and I was thinking of a drunken Jen dropping her bath robe open when I visited her, ostensibly to drop off papers to her husband and now living with her. Pushing her onto the bed I dropped between her legs which she had opened so invitingly. I slipped straight in, no foreplay this time and we started moving in unison, making love. She was so slippery and warm she needed no build up and she came within a few minutes. I came as well, a few seconds after her as she was having her second orgasm, almost immediately after her first.
"This sounds really unromantic, but I think I should go and cook dinner," Jen said as she climbed out from under me.
"O.K. Actually, I'm hungry now." I replied.
"Come on then, you can help. If only making sure my wine glass is topped up," She stood up next to me, still on the bed and help out her hand to me. "Wonder what those two are up to?"
"I'm sure we'll find out in a moment." I took Jen's hand and she pulled me into the lounge, on the way to the kitchen to find Cynthia sitting on the edge of an armchair, her legs spread very wide, with Paula licking her clitoris, and slurping vigorously. "Don't mind us," Jen continued as Paula stopped briefly to turn and look at us. Neither of them seemed to take any notice of us creeping past them. Cynthia didn't even open her eyes.
"Please keep going," Whimpered Cynthia, almost pathetically as she pulled Paula's head back into position, her head back and eyes slightly open and looking around dreamily. That surprised me and I found it extremely erotic as I watched them while going through to the kitchen. My erection swelled, almost painfully, and Jen noticed because as soon as we were in the kitchen she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth.
"What about cooking dinner?" I asked her as she slurped and sucked.
"Do you want me to stop?" She answered, pulling off briefly.
"No come to think about it, please keep going," I answered her as she started over gain. I felt the familiar churning in my scrotum. "God, I'm gonna come Jen," as I erupted in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but some escaped from between her lips and ran down her chin, onto her breast and making her look just as cute as usual. The blob stayed put, failing to slide off and trickle onto her knees.
She pulled off me, "That was a lot of sperm. I almost wish I could get pregnant. You'd find it easy. Mind you, if it was too quick it wouldn't be half as much fun."
"Pardon," I asked her as she was still kneeling at my feet, my sperm still dripping off her chin onto her breasts. "That does look sexy," I told her.
"I know, that's why I'm not wiping it off. And I meant getting pregnant. It's more fun if it's not done too quickly."
"Oh, I see what you mean. More fun getting it in than getting it out as well I imagine," I joked. "Can I take a photo of you like that?"
"No, you can't, but yes, exactly. I assume that's why it's more fun that way. When I had my first son I had gas and air for the delivery. It felt so good, I began to wish I'd had it for the conception," She said, looking a little sad, remembering her sons couldn't be easy particularly as they'd abandoned her. Jen stood up, wiping the white goo off her face as she did and dropped it into her mouth. She did the same with the droplets on her breasts.
"You've left a little puddle Jen," I told her, noticing where my last load was dripping out of her.
"I'm not licking that up, not from the floor," She told me, looking very serious.
"I don't blame you. You'll spoil your appetite if you keep eating that stuff you know," I told her, smiling. I was rewarded by a cuff on my arm.
She knelt down and wiped the sperm puddle off the floor with a paper towel and turned to look at me. "I'll stop then shall I?"
"I hope not, appetite notwithstanding," I answered her. "What is for dinner?" I asked her.
"It's a prawn cocktail followed by a simple roast chicken and then an apple pie with either custard, cream or ice cream. O.K.?" She told me.
"Lovely," I said, thinking to myself they were my three favourites.
"Can I start now?" She asked me, still looking a little sad.
"Yep, what do you want me to do?" I asked her. "You know, I'm feeling a little vulnerable here, shall we get dressed? Can I get dressed?"
"No. Be vulnerable. Let's be daring. It's sexier!" She answered, the mischievous grin returning. I simply smiled back at her. My Jen was back again. She leaned forward to kiss me and I pulled back. "What's the matter?"
"You want me to kiss you? I know what's in your mouth!" I told her and was rewarded with yet another cuff on my arm. It seemed a little surreal, me and Jen both here in the kitchen, both butt naked, she cooking dinner and me watching. We'd only been in there a couple of minutes and Cynthia came in.
"What's up?" She asked neither of us in particular.
"Just cooking dinner," I replied, but after a quick glare from Jen, "But in reality, it's me watching Jen cook dinner for us all. Did you come with Paula?" I asked towards Cynthia, who nodded sheepishly, her arms folded over her breasts.
"Yes, I did. A couple of times. Just like she did. Can I help Jen?" Cynthia asked Jen, ignoring me but blushing a deep red though all the same.
"Yes, can you prep me those veggies?" Jen replied and pointed at the pile of carrots and potatoes in the sink.
