This story is a fantasy featuring mostly heterosexual female on male sexual encounters, mostly older participants. Any similarities to real persons is unintentional. All characters are of age and consenting. This is a long read, not a quickie. Slow build to, hopefully, a good payoff. Reflects the author's preferences and proclivities. Not for everyone. Enjoy. If not, thanks for giving me a try; there are many other great stories and authors to enjoy here.
Might be good to read the previous stories for context: Samantha from my past -- the bike, the boat, the bar, the run, and the bed.
After our sex session, subsequent showers (separately, I might add), and after our dinner, the three of us had a quiet evening sitting on the front deck looking at the lake and the glow of the sunset on the hills across the lake. By the time it was truly dark outside, and the mosquitos were making themselves known, we had managed to polish off two bottles of wine and a late-night espresso martini, which had seemed like a good idea at the time.
There had been hardly any touching leading up to bedtime that evening, other than brushing past each other in the kitchen as we had prepared dinner. No kissing, not even hugs. Just warm and comfortable company. Almost like we'd expended all of our intimacy in thirty minutes of raw sexual energy. There were some comfortable silences together, in between conversations.
I for one was reeling internally. But the two of them seemed normal, comfortable, conversational, funny and lighthearted. Like nothing had happened, and like we'd known each other for years. I think we were all relaxed, tired, worn out from the sun, the pool and the intense sexual experience we'd shared.
My mind was a jumble of images and emotions.
The previous four or five days had been incredibly intense. Adding Anne into my brand-new sexual relationship with Sam had been surprising and delightful. I'd gone from years without any sex, to sex almost every day for five straight days. Peaking with a threesome that introduced me to many new experiences. I'd held my own, but I was mentally and physically exhausted. That was my first time being with more than one woman, and the first time I'd ever watched two women pleasure each other. I hadn't cum this much in years. I was craving electrolytes, and had been drinking water like crazy since we'd finished our heady session in the guest room.
It was complicated. Sam was cheating on her boyfriend with me -- and with Anne for that matter - and was clearly conflicted about her relationship with him. She'd indicated many times to me that she was frustrated, and she felt that their relationship was "over". But in my experience, those statements sometimes proved to be hollow after time passed. I couldn't say one way or the other if she would break things off with Jeff. I also didn't know where I stood with her from a long-term perspective.
All I knew was that I'd had a summer fling with a gorgeous woman. We enjoyed each other's company -- with what little time we'd had together.
Given that we'd had several previous social interactions in the years before she left her husband (or he left her) and before my wife passed away, it felt like we'd known each other a long time. But we still didn't know much about each other. Other than intimate knowledge of each other's bodies.
Sam and I had sucked and licked each other's bodies, drank each other's fluids, fucked, and even shared our passion with a third person: Anne. We'd been together clothed in cycling spandex, tight swimsuits, summer attire and buck naked. We'd orgasmed multiple times from each other's touch. I'd bathed her in my prodigious seminal fluids. I'd buried my face in her hot snatch and she'd bathed me with her delicious cunt juice. She'd worn a pair of thong panties that I'd drenched with my jism. She'd washed my cum off the chest of her sexy green bathing suit. I'd washed our fluids off the floor of my kitchen, and laundered a duvet and pillow case that had been soaked in my cum, her pussy juice and that of her friend Anne. Anne was a gusher, and I had some carpet cleaning to do in the spare room once they left.
And yet before bed we had spent the evening talking and laughing together like three old friends. Neither Anne nor Sam shared too much about their personal lives, mainly talking about world events, travel, future plans, business and even some politics. Anne didn't wear a ring, but I didn't know if she had a partner -- of any gender. We just were comfortable with each other. In a way I was unfamiliar with. They were very at home with each other's company, and became more comfortable with me over the evening. I tend to be a shy and retiring person in groups of people, but I felt very friendly with them, and tried to be as outgoing as I could. It was the most conversation I'd had with Sam this whole weekend. We'd spent more time cumming on each other than we had actually spent talking with each other.
After we had bid each other good night, and gotten ourselves much-needed glasses of water, we each headed to our rooms. I had shut off all the lights in the house and checked all the doors before heading to get ready for bed. The girls were apparently sleeping in separate rooms.
I had changed out of my clothes, had my second shower of the evening -- a short one to get the smell of the grill off me, and had dried off. I was in my comfortable loose boxer shorts, standing at my sink finishing brushing my teeth when there was a quiet tap on the half open door of my ensuite bathroom. I turned and Sam was standing in the partially open doorway, smiling at me. I rinsed my mouth, spat and turned off the tap, wiping my face on a towel. The light was soft. The mirror backlight the only illumination.
"Hey."
"Hey". She was in a loose red t-shirt that fell to the top of her thighs. Barefoot on the warm floor. Hair a little damp from her shower. "Thought I'd come and say a proper good night."
"Can I come in?" I nodded. She came toward me and reached up on tiptoes to give me a soft kiss on the lips. Her hands rested on my hips. I put my arms around her.
"Thanks for having us over for dinner and a sleep over".
"My pleasure." I could smell her, clean and fresh. Eyes a little misty from the booze and the later hour. She held my gaze.
She pulled me into a hug and rested her cheek on my chest. "Are you OK with today? I mean...With everything?" I understood what she meant.
"I'm definitely Ok. If you two are, of course."
"Oh yeah. We had fun." She squeezed me tight. A moment's pause. "I don't want to leave you tomorrow."
There was another short pause as we hugged and rocked a little. My cock throbbed slightly in my boxers, coming alive pressed against her stomach. She would have felt it.
