Angie lay on her bed watching as I got dressed. It had gone ten and I was getting ready to head home and get some much-needed rest.
"What?" I smiled as I looked at her lying there with her chin resting in her hands.
"Oh, nothing," she replied happily, "It's not every day I can say I watched a man putting his clothes back on in my bedroom. Least not for a few years anyway."
I shrugged, feeling slightly self-conscious under her gaze. We had spent the past five hours together doing things to each other that came naturally with no inhibitions or hesitation. All because of our basic desire to have sex and explore the limits of our own personal fantasies. Having sex with Angie was more than just about us fucking. It had been about coming to terms with who we were and recognizing the reasons why we were that way.
Angie wanted more than just sex. She wanted to be challenged and stimulated which would then feed into her sexual nature and push her emotional reactions to new levels of desire. She wanted to know why certain things turned her on and other things didn't. Plain and simple. She was way more complex and thoughtful about these kinds of things than the other two women in our little group.
The sex that resulted from this was absolutely mind blowing.
Autumn had settled in. Nature was preparing for hibernation and the landscape was cast in strewn shades of burnished copper. The air was crisp this morning as I walked along a gravel path that wound its way through the nearby woods. I stood for a moment and breathed deeply of its freshness as I thought back on the previous forty-eight hours that had changed my life beyond measure.
It felt like I had shed a second skin and had emerged into a whole new world. A world that was dominated by the three women who were now part of my life. Angie, Sharon, and Ruth had become much more than friends and neighbors to me now. That they had welcomed and trusted me into their circle was something I would never be able to thank them enough for.
To think I had recently been worried about finding someone special to be with. A girlfriend my own age who shared common interests. Someone to experience life with and all the hopes and dreams that came with it. I smiled at that. I was living those hopes and dreams right now. For the moment, everything was perfect.
Overhead, the forest canopy gently swayed in the breeze as I made my way to where I was going.
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."
With age comes grace dressed as wit and worn with experience.
The imagination is a wonderful thing. She is a blank canvas upon which you can paint the day dreams that float through your mind. Sexual imagination is the emotion that speaks to each of us in her own intimate way in visions of light and dark. The fantasy we all seek to make real.
I sat naked on the edge of Angie's big bed and watched as the three women began to undress in front of me.
Death is not only the mother of beauty as the poem goes but also the mother of opportunity...
So it was with the passing of a favorite Aunt who left this mortal realm one damp Autumn morning in October. The mourning days passed as my mother grieved for a beloved sister as her life became fond memories told as stories to those of us left behind. Time waits for no one. Life moves on. And with the reading of my Aunt's will, my life changed in ways I could never have imagined even in my wildest dreams.