Now that Joyce, Marge and I were a threesome we could more completely enjoyed our new relationship. Marge and Joyce abandoned their competitiveness and we all devoted ourselves to the task of pleasing each other completely. This became less complicated because we were no longer restricted by the need to work around George's golf dates, and we regularly convened in our home. Unfortunately our pleasures were rudely interrupted when George suddenly died of a massive heart attack. His death resulted in many complicated estate problems in addition to our personal reactions with which we all had to deal. Joyce of course lost her father and Marge mourned George, who she loved even though she had to seek release from her sexual frustration elsewhere. I too liked and missed him and in addition had to devote considerable time to settling all the estate details.
Joyce' older sister Helen came from New York to comfort her Mother and Joyce for funeral and for a few days after. Helen was not too well known to me because I had spent time with her only for a few short times before my wedding, and after. She lived and worked in New York where she owned and managed a very profitable nurse registry. She had been married, divorced and had no children. Helen closely resembled Joyce and Marge in that she too was a very attractive tall woman and like them had long, shapely legs of which she was proud. In the past Joyce had intimated to me that Helen was a "Player". On more than occasion she also suggested that Helen might enjoy participating in our activities, but of course the opportunity never presented itself. At any rate the family re-union was restrained, and this was not an opportune time to explore this option.
We did however go out for dinner a couple of times. On these occasions Helen wore a simple black chic and form fitting dress, which enhanced her elegance and also her sexuality. She drew many admiring glances from other male diners, and I too noticed how attractive she looked. My eyes were drawn to her long shapely legs in black nylons and high heels. She must have noticed my attention because she and Joyce traded amused looks when I helped her into her chair at the restaurant and later as they got into the car. At home and in bed Joyce and I discussed the events of the day. She teased me for my obvious interest in Helen's legs, but I reminded her (if she didn't know already) of my particular appreciation of those attributes. That night Joyce wore black Nylons and garter belt to bed, which was our signal that we wanted to make love. We did, and it was most enjoyable, although I couldn't get the picture of Helen's long black nylon clad legs out of my mind as Joyce brought me to my orgasm. Afterward we relaxed and talked about Helen, and we agreed that it was a pity that she didn't live closer so that she could participate in our fun and games.
Shortly thereafter I planned a trip to New York to attend a meeting. Now that everything was sorted out after the funeral and the estate had been settled Marge was doing quite well. For this reason Joyce looked forward to accompanying me on the trip, and also because Marge offered to house and baby sit our children. A few days before we were scheduled to leave however, Marge became ill and Joyce canceled her trip to stay behind to help care for her. Joyce insisted that I continue with my own plans, and so I reluctantly left on my own. I spent a couple of days in Boston visiting old school friends. My calls home told me that Marge was getting better, and after a few days I proceeded to New York. I arrived there in the early evening and proceeded to my Hotel. As I was about to check in the receptionist told me not to bother because my wife had arrived earlier and was in our room already! Of course I immediately thought that Marge had improved so much that Joyce had flown in to be with me. Happily I went to our room prepared for a joyful re-union. I opened the door to find the room in darkness, but a light was shining from the partially opened bathroom door.
"Honey, I'm here," I called as I placed my case on the floor. I was about to enter the bathroom when the door opened. I was dazzled by the light of the bathroom and silhouetted against it I saw the figure of a tall woman. She had on a semi transparent gown and I could also see that she was wearing only a garter belt and black stockings underneath. "I'm so happy that you were able to come after all, and that Marge is so much better." I said as I went to embrace her. To my astonishment I saw that it was not Joyce who stood in front of me, but Helen. She advanced to meet me, and before I could say anything more she kissed me passionately. We stood locked together in an embrace, and for the moment I couldn't say anything.
I finally asked Helen why she was here, and why not Joyce. She answered that although Marge was doing better, she was still too weak to be left alone. She and Joyce had talked and Joyce asked Helen to make up for what she felt would be my obvious disappointment at being alone. Helen also told me that both she and Joyce were most grateful to me for having been able to relieve Marge's frustration and unhappiness. She knew all about our threesome and looking at me directly told me that she also would have liked to participate. However the occasion was not at all propitious at our last meeting. When this opportunity presented itself Joyce suggested that she take her place in New York. I was astounded at my good fortune. The close proximity of Helen's body against my own already caused me to develop a full erection. Helen who pressed herself against me could not have failed to note my arousal, which she only added too by grinding her pelvis against me. We continued like this for a few minutes while I ran my hands over her ample breasts and down her sides and between her legs. She fondled my erect penis which we could see straining against, and tenting my trousers.
