Getting Rich Ch. 04 – Time Changes Thing

Literotic asexstories – Getting Rich Ch. 04 – Time Changes Thing by northparkbi,northparkbi
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction – it presumes a lack of STD’s, so please don’t try this yourself. Everyone in the story is at least 25 years old, and all actions are voluntary. There is some M/M action in this, plus some other kinks that even freaked me out a little bit), so if that is not your cup of tea, please stop reading now.

Getting Rich Ch. 4 Time changes things

They say time wounds all heels. I don’t know about all, but it wounds just about anyone open to being wounded. But you can’t avoid time, and if you close yourself from getting hurt, you miss so many other opportunities that it’s all but impossible to have any real fun, and trust me – the fake fun costs more than you are willing to pay.

I had been Rich for five years, and had seen my life change in ways I could not have anticipated before.

My apartment buildings were doing well enough that I had been able to buy one more in the same neighborhood, and to put solar water heating on top of all three, and was putting in EV chargers in the parking spots for all of them, though the regulations behind that (and keeping non-tenants away) was a gigantic challenge. We worked out a pass-card system for the latter part, giving each tenant a card, but there were always people who thought they were for just anyone, regardless of signage, then tried to cause trouble when they couldn’t charge their cars for free. I am not unsympathetic, but I so don’t like moochers: There is a difference between need and greed, which had been emphasized by organized resistance from the big corporate landlords, but I’d been very careful not to give them any grounds to sue me.

My 3D program had been finished to my satisfaction, and after it finished Bill had moved on, a different person than when he’d been hired four years before. Last I heard he was married, and had put in applications at Sony and EdgeWorks as a computer artist.

My other invention was now on the market, and while not making oodles of cash, was filling a need with musicians around the world, with several imitations already on the market. My lawyers were keeping busy with that.

Melanie had quit as my very personal trainer after the first year of covid, and I’d spent most of the next year alone. I was still in decent shape for a many my age, but missed our regular workouts. I made sure she got a good severance package, and I heard recently she had finished college and was studying to be a Physical Therapist.

I just didn’t have it in me to stage another tryout for trainers. The last one had enough ripples that caused trouble that I didn’t want to risk that happening again. (The one guy who had walked out in the middle of the ‘tryouts’ had tried to sue me and sic the cops on me, not knowing about the security cameras I had. He ended up losing his job over it, and still had to pay the legal fees).

Her friend Big Ben had not lasted long at all. After about six months he started coming over on his own, without calling first, just wanting sex with me, and sometimes with Bill. When I mentioned that to Mel, she’d confronted him (while he had my cock in his mouth) he tried denying it, and then trying to bargain his way out of it, but she dumped him, and I arranged for a restraining order the next time he showed up alone. I lost track of him after that, which was sad, as he had a lot of potential.

That, and the loss of Melanie, changed the rhythm of things. My house had become a sort of party central for us and some of our friends. Not the kind of Orgy House you read about on Literotica or anything, but there were occasional parties where a lot happened. When covid became a real thing, I ended that, and when Mel left even the much smaller gatherings with closer friends ended. It was probably a good thing, as some of those who had attended the bigger parties had heard about them through the grapevine, and I didn’t need that kind of rep.

On the other hand, my social life began to open up again as the covid crisis opened up, I’d put my band back together, and we were rehearsing weekly at my house, playing gigs all over town (well, playing in the few venues that will take a 17 piece big band), and some of the guys had friends who were composers, so we were readying a CD of original music. And that was all leading to a more varied and better social life.

Best of all, an old friend from my working days had gotten in touch after about ten years, and did now know about the money, so we started going out occasionally, and I eventually invited her back to my place.

Penny was petite – about 5 foot four, with a pleasant if not spectacular figure, a dazzling smile, and now a bit of grey in her auburn hair. The smile had taken a few dates to return, and I could tell that the last decade had not been as kind to her as she deserved. She’d been married when we had worked together, but had apparently divorced not long after and had moved out of the state for a few years to raise her son, who had been a fun kid, very into everything he encountered, mixing his mother’s Chicana passion with his dad’s German intensity. She’d only moved back a few months before when a good job opportunity came her way, and her son was accepted at State.

When she finally came to my house after the first half dozen dates, she was astonished at how I was living.

“How did this happen? I know you couldn’t afford this on a county salary!”

“I came into some money.”

“A lot of money, from the looks of it.”

“Enough that I could finally retire in comfort. Not like some of the absurd amounts like you see on TV, but enough to get by.”

She laughed. “You call this ‘getting by’? You’re living off the fat of the land! And not as fat as you were when we were working.”

“I can afford a good gym.”

“You probably own a good gym!”

I shrugged. “You know that’s not something I’d really invest in. I had a trainer for a while, and then covid got in the way, but I still remember the lessons, and work out every day. That’s not as easy as they used to be, though. Want to see the home gym?”

“You have one? Sure”

I gave her the grand tour, and in the music room she tinkled at the piano keys. In the game room she threw a dart at the dartboard (and hit a 16). In the office, she went to the shelves of comic books and browsed, and in the gym (a small room that opened onto the pool deck) she looked at the equipment and frowned.

“I thought it would be more… more up to date.”

“The expensive machines are too big, and mostly just duplicate the free weights and such. And it’s… quieter.”

“My son would like this.” she admitted.

“Oh my god. Your son! I’d almost forgotten about him. He was in junior high when we met, so now he’s what? In college?”

“Junior year, yes.”

“What’s he studying? Where is he at?”

“He’s at State, studying Political Science and Art. Yes, it’s a strange combination, but he has to be himself. He was on the football team in high school, but wrecked his rotator cuff, so he had to stop that, but he loves to be in good shape. He’d know how to use all of this stuff.”

“What about your ex?”

“Happily re-married.”

“Should I be happy or sad about that? How do you feel about it?”

“It’s been nearly ten years. I’m used to it.”

“Ah. And you are still single? How in the world did that happen?”

“There were a few tries, but nobody wants a single mom. Especially one my age.”

“What age? You’re still younger than me. Fools, all of them. I think you look great.”

She twinkled at that, and I could see that she hadn’t been treated well. I knew she deserved better, or had when we’d been friends. Her smile was still as brilliant as it always had been, and she was in remarkably good shape for a woman her age. Still striking, with an hourglass shape that was far better than checking my watch for the time.

“Thanks. It’s been too long since anyone said that, and I believed it.”

“Wow. I guess I should have gotten in touch earlier.”

“I don’t think I would have been ready then. The last eleven years have not been something I would have wanted to share with anyone.”

“Not even your son?”

She smiled a broad smile then. “He has made it possible to live. We have a very special relationship.”

“Then I’ll have to thank him.”

She looked out of the french doors. “You have a pool! He loves to swim.”

“Did you ever learn?” I asked and she blushed.

“I only dog-paddle.”

“Well, both of you are willing to use the facilities if you want.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why not? It’s not like I don’t need it all of the time for just me, and I would like to see more of you.”

“How much more?” she asked, and I could not tell if she was flirting.

“I… I don’t know. This reminds me of the old days, but, well, I know I have changed, and I can see that you have too. Can we work up to it?”

“Sure. How’s this for a start – show me your kitchen. You know how I love to cook.”

“I remember that, yes.”

***

She came back on the weekend, and brought her son with her. She looked wonderful, wearing a light sun dress, and stepped lightly, smiling the smile that had attracted me to her those many years before, back when she was still married.

Jordan was not the kid I had remembered. He was not four foot ten and ninety pounds, with hair down over his eyes, and never looking me in the eye. Instead he looked more like his mother had back in the day, except male. Considerably male. He was taller than me, and outweighed me by a good fifteen pounds, almost all of it muscle. His hair was shorter, and he looked confident, with the same impish glint in his eyes that his mom had always had.

“You’ve changed since the last time I saw you” I said, and he laughed.

“More than you know. So have you.”

“Well, money can do that to a person.”

“Show me” he said, and she gave me that ‘I dare you’ look that I remembered so well.

He was amazed at the house. She tried to show it off to him like a hostess, even though she’d only had the partial tour, and that once. She was trying to impress him, and I ate it up, seeing it as a sign that she was showing me off, and that fed my ego.

He liked the library in the den, but was disappointed that it didn’t have more art books. She liked it, but thought it should have more ‘bodice rippers’. And when she used that term, she turned and posed in a way that made me envision ripping her bodice off, but I couldn’t in front of Jordan.

He liked the art room (a small space where I’d set up my easel and drawing table, and then mostly abandoned them in favor of building model ships and planes. He had comments about the airbrush and the spray booth I’d set up to prevent spatter on the walls, but had comments about the lighting. She liked the room and tried to talk me into trying painting again.

“Maybe you should paint nudes” she said, and I tried not to picture it in front of Jordan, but it got a reaction, which she noticed, so I thought about baseball.

He liked the game room, and picked up a pool cue, telling me to ‘rack em up’. She ran the table after the break, and then laughed at how surprised both of us were.

“Your father loved to play pool. Didn’t I tell you?”

“You mentioned it, but… I never saw you do that before!”

“I have lots of skills!”

He actually blushed at that, leaving me wondering why.

And he loved the pool.

“You need a diving board!” was his first comment, and I had to laugh.

“Everyone says that, but… I have a bad history with diving.”

“Maybe I can teach you how” he said, and we all laughed.

“Can we go swimming now?” she asked, and I nodded.

“That’s fine with me, but… did you bring suits?”

She looked around at the trees and hedges and fences that surrounded the back yard. “Do we really need them?”

“Wow. You have changed.”

“In ways you probably can’t imagine.” Then she stepped out of her shoes, skinned off her sun dress, and dove into the pool, apparently naked.

“Holy crap” I said, and Jordan just grinned.

“She’s good at that.” he said, and pulled off his shirt. “She said she always wanted to do this with you, you know, but… dad issues.” He bent over and unlaced his shoes. “But no – we don’t have a pool, so we mostly go to Black’s beach.”

“So you’ve seen…”

“More than you can imagine” he said, and skinned off his shorts.

He was definitely his mother’s son. Trim and toned, and built for fun. And very nicely hung. A younger male version of her still lush body, which I turned to see climbing up the pool ladder. Either she had lost her underwear in the pool, or had arrived without any. The implications of that were disturbing, but very interesting.

“Aren’t you coming in?” she asked, and I stammered a but. I’d fantasized about this for more than fifteen years, since we were both young(ish) but had dismissed that all as a fantasy long ago. And now it was all happening, with an added dimension I had never even imagined.

“I guess so” was all I could say, and I untied my shoes as both of them jumped into the pool, concerned with how I would disguise the erection that would be obvious when I turned toward them.

Think of baseball was the obvious cliché, but her boobs were pretty much the size of baseballs, so that didn’t help, so I just turned my back as I dropped my shorts, and sprinted forward and dove into the pool.

The cold water did help, and she was right – she did only dog-paddle, which Jordan and I laughed at – but she did it very well, and it didn’t take us long to relax and just enjoy splashing around in the pool.

All nice, innocent fun. Except… while ducking people under the water is fairly normal, and splashing people is normal, and coming up from under the water and pushing people up and rocketing them out of the water is normal(ish), it’s a lot different when they are naked. And not children. And perhaps sexually interested.

So the first time Penny brushed against my cock (which had relaxed), I didn’t think much of it. Some contact is inevitable, and I was not yet committed to that kind of thing, especially in front of her son.

And the first time he ‘rocketed’ her out of the water, I didn’t really consider all of the physical contact that would be necessary to do that. Especially as she landed very near me, and grabbed on to me to keep from going down too fast (yeah, I know) and that was enjoyable.

I was still trying to keep it innocent. To not be the aggressor, which is something you always have to be careful of when you have money – a lot of people will set you up to take a fall, and sue you for it later.

But when she grabbed me from behind and pressed against me, her breasts pressing against my back, I reacted normally. And then when she reached around and tweaked my cock (and then swam away, laughing), I lowered some of those barriers.

But Jordan was still there. And he was playing his own game.

I was first really awakened to that when he ‘rocketed’ me out of the water, and I was reminded both how strong he was, and just what kind of physical contact is need to do that. He grabbed some places in a way that I hadn’t experienced since I was a kid and got rocketed out of the water by an adult, and some places in a way that I hadn’t been grabbed in a few years, also by an adult, but in very different ways.

And then I ‘rocketed’ her out of the water toward him, and he grabbed parts of her that sons generally don’t grab on their moms, and she just smiled and laughed. And then swam over and kissed me, and with clear intent, grabbed my cock and gave it a stroke.

“What about Jordan?” I asked, wanting to slow things down, and she laughed again, and then swam over to Jordan and kissed him, and grabbed and stroked his cock.

Oh. Things were that way. I hadn’t realized just how much she had changed since the old days, or hadn’t allowed myself to. And while I admit to fucking my sister, I had never really considered incest, or young people. Yes, Mel had been 20 years my junior, and Bill a bit younger, but they were still adults living their own lives, and not… not children. Jordan, while fully grown (and then some) was still more his mother’s son than his own person, and that still gave me pause.

I was still dithering about that (probably visibly so) when she swam over and kissed me, and he came over and gave my cock a couple of strokes.

“Maybe we should go into the house to discuss this?” I asked, and they looked at each other and nodded. But while both grabbed towels from the shelf by the gym door to dry off, neither picked up their clothes from where they had been dropped.

“Jordan and I have always had a close relationship” said Penny, heading for the kitchen. “When his father split, it left us both lonely and uncertain about, well, life in general, so we learned to rely on each other for everything. He had to get used to my moods, and learned to cheer me up when I felt like I couldn’t handle it any more, and I had to deal with, well, puberty in him. Both of us had to deal with money issues, and dating, and social stuff, but his grades were almost always good…”

“Always!”

“C’s in Calculus and Physics were not good.” Jordan shrugged in response.

“You got me there.” He looked at me. “What grades did you get in those?”

“I was smart enough not to take them. I was a band geek.”

“And then there was the time when he wanted to be a football star, and that was hard for all of us.”

“Not the first year!”

“More the first year! I was always worried you’d get hurt!”

“I…” he hesitated. “Yeah, I got hurt. That brought us closer together. We relied on each other more. Learned to do things for each other.”

I smiled, and he laughed. “No – not that. That came later. We shared laundry duties, cooking, cleaning, all that stuff. If one of us had a bad day, we could talk it over and support each other.”

She picked up the thread. “And dating… he was learning how, and I was re-learning after his father left. Neither of us was very good at it, and when one of us had a date that went sideways, we could laugh or cry or… whatever was needed. And a lot of dates went bad back then. I’d go out with guys who just wanted a servant, or worse, and Jordan…”

“I was not comfortable with what everyone said were the ‘right kind’ of girls. Being on the football team, I was expected to hang out with cheerleaders and other girls whose main thing was to be pretty. I like hanging out with a bunch of interesting people instead.”

“And I can guess that you started discovering that there is more than one way to skin a cat, as it were.”

She laughed. “He came home from a party one night and said he went to the bathroom, and there was a foursome going on in the attached bedroom.”

“It was a free-for-all, and instead of leaving, I just watched. I was not turned off by it – instead I was just… fascinated.”

“He told me about it when he got home, and was very confused.”

“I wanted to do everything I had seen, if you know what I mean.”

“I remember going through something similar when I was your age” I said. “I was in the navy and got to know a bunch of… do you know the term ‘WestPac Widow’?”

Both returned blank stares.

“It’s a woman whose husband is on a cruise to the Western Pacific. Back then they averaged ten to eleven months. They just wanted a meal ticket and a man to be with, and as long as the deployed hubby was paying the bills back home, they just had to hunt down the other part. Which some did enthusiastically. And as long as nobody talked openly about it, they were always available. I tried that once and found my good right hand better and less dangerous. But I had friends who were good to hang out with.”

“You mean gay?”

“Maybe. Back then, being openly gay would mean you got the crap beaten out of you regularly until your Less than Honorable discharge came in, and then being blacklisted for life. But I knew some guys I suspected, and a lot of them were good people. So I broadened my world view. Never did anything actively about it for a long time, but… there were things I was curious about.”

“So you…?”

“Not until That Woman left, no. But when I did, I found out that it was not horrible. Well, some parts are not to my tastes, and it’s not my first choice, but I have… matured.”

Both were listening actively, and I saw questions in their faces, but I had questions, too.

“So when did you first…?”

“That was when I got to college. I went to a party, and well, it kind of turned into an orgy. Fun to watch and all, but… none of the people there were… trustworthy, if you know what I mean” he said.

“My date that night was just as bad. He was good looking and had enough money to take me to a nice place, but he seemed to expect that dinner and a movie would rent my services for the night” she said.

“Both of us got home horny and frustrated” he started.

“And I wanted a shower when I got home, and Jordan was already in there…”

“So she joined me, and we took out our frustrations on each other…”

“And discovered that it was not a bad thing, after all.”

“So since then, we’ve mostly just relied on each other.”

“But that’s just not a good long-term solution. And then when I ran across you the other week, I figured, ‘what they hey?’, he was always someone who seemed to understand things and be sympathetic. And I heard you were single again, so…”

“So here we are” I finished, and she nodded.

“Here we are.”

“All right. While we discuss our options, I have a serious question.”

They both looked surprised, but leaned forward and nodded their heads.

“What do you want for dinner? Should we cook, or would you rather order out?”

She looked shocked at the question, but he laughed.

“That sounds fair. Pizza?”

“Too heavy, considering what I imagine dessert might be like. How about Chinese? There’s a good place near here. In the mean time, maybe there are some things you ought to know.”

The delivery from the Chinese place was quick, and while we waited, I told them a few things about what I had been up to since getting money (see stories 1 through 3), we played some pool (she beat us again, but now it was more even, as we all had distractions we knew we could use, and there was wine involved), and asked and answered a lot of questions.

But the question that got the dessert course going was “so – what’s the biggest one you ever dealt with?”

“Probably Jordan” said Penny, and Jordan blushed.

“I was in college before I realized I was above average. The few guys I have been with have been… average, which is fine with me.”

I pulled up a still and some footage the security cameras had taken on the day I interviewed my personal trainers. The same footage that had gotten me cleared of charges later.

“Your hair was still dark then” was Penny ‘s comment.

“Holy crap, how big was that!?!?” was Jordan’s.

“About ten and a half long, six and a half around. It was a significant challenge. He turned out to be very nice, though, and the last I heard he was spending a lot of time with the blonde.”

“The one in the yoga pants?”

“Yup.”

“They has to turn heads.”

“To say the least. They’ve only been here once since, though.”

“Wow. How do you handle something like that?”

“Gently, and with finesse.” I said, and then looked at Penny.

“You appear to be better at it than me” she said.

“Not really – they were all well primed is all.”

“Well, I definitely could not handle that thing!”

“If you want to, I could give him a call.”

She laughed, and then thought about it. “Let’s get us settled first.”

“That’s fair. How about you show me what he’s used to?” I asked, and noticed that both Jordan and I had begun to stiffen. “It looks like he’s ready.”

“He’s 22 – he’s always ready.”

“Oh, how I remember those days! But if you start him off right, he’ll be ready for more later.”

“Good point.”

She moved in front of him then, and kissed him gently. He kissed her back, and then looked at me.

“Really?”

“It’s up to you. Both of you.”

He paused, and she took the initiative, and him, into herself. Just a couple of inches at first, and then gradually more with each bob of her head as the moisture built up, lubricating his cock. Every few bobs she backed off and licked up and down the shaft and around the head, and I could not wait for her to do the same thing to me.

But while I was thinking of lubrication, I sniffed the air, and smelled her juicing up, so I moved behind her.

“Don’t fuck me yet! I’m not ready!” she said, and I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek (the one on her face). “Don’t worry – I won’t do anything without an invitation. Speaking of which, it is dessert time, if you don’t mind?”

“What? Oh! Please do” she said, and went back to sucking on Jordan, who had grown to over seven inches long, and nicely thick. I could see that she was managing to get most of his cock into her mouth on her long strokes, but was mostly staying with the last 3 or 4 inches, but he was enjoying that.

I laid on my back and nudged her knees apart, and then slid under her until I was face to face with her sopping pussy. She was not, I was glad to see, shaved there, but she kept herself neatly trimmed and was, frankly, beautiful.

I started by licking gently at her outer labia, and she flinched at the first contact, and then relaxed and let me work on her. I worked my way around until I had explored thoroughly, and then went to work on he inner lips, being careful to avoid her clit. When I found her G-spot with my tongue she squirmed and squealed, and I continued there until she suddenly backed away from both of us.

“Aaaah! Too much at once! I need a break. I’m going to go get some water, and maybe a towel.”

“There are bar towels in the cabinet to the right of the fridge” I said, and she smiled a dazzling smile and walked away, which I enjoyed watching.

“You boys have fun until I get back.”

“You heard the lady” I said, and scooted forward until I was between his knees, leaned forward, and licked the length of his cock, which had started to soften.

He jumped a little bit! “Wow – this is real!” he said.

I had to laugh at that and backed off, but kept gently stroking him. “I know the feeling. It always happens when you change a fundamental part of your life. The question is: Do you want it to be real? I can stop if you want.”

His cock wanted me to continue, but he actually paused to think, which made me respect him more.

“Well, a boy has to do what his mother wants, right?” he finally asked, and I laughed, and then leaned over and took him into my mouth.

I tried to duplicate what his mother had been doing (while trying not to think about that aspect of it too much), just taking the first few inches in, minding my teeth, and using my tongue to keep everything going, but then I felt a presence next to me, and Penny leaned in close to watch.

I bobbed a few more times, this time careful to save some of his pre-cum in my mouth, and then leaned over and kissed Penny hard, giving her his flavor on my tongue. She kissed back, and kissed more thoroughly than I’d been kissed in far too long, and then leaned in and bobbed up and down on Jordan’s cock. I moved to the side, but she pulled me closer, and she offered it to me, and we traded back and forth for a few minutes, her free hand (the one not supporting her) reaching for my cock, and my free hand reaching over her, both to hold her, and then to move back to her backside and fondle her pussy.

Our trading back and forth on Jordan got to be a little bit competitive, and each of us did our best to do something more extreme than the other, to the point where Jordan almost ceased to exist for a while – only his cock remained, and we were both using it as a prop for our own little game until I decided to trump her moves, and took him all the way to the root, burying my nose in his pubes four times in quick succession.

“Holy crap!” said Jordan. “Nobody’s ever done that before!”

Where did you learn that?” she demanded.

“After That Woman left, I had a friend who was gay and said that man suck cock better than women because they know what it’s supposed to feel like.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

“It’s mostly bullshit. I’ve had horrible blowjobs from both genders, and great ones, but more gay guys are totally into into it than most woman, so I paid attention to what the best did, and tried to learn from it. And then I met a guy who was absurdly well hung, and very patient.”

“Let me think about that” she said, and tried again.

“It just takes practice and motivation” I said, when Penny failed to duplicate my move.

“Wow, that’s hard!” she said, and I grinned.

“It will be hard if you’re doing it right, though sometimes it’s a bit easier if it’s a little bit soft. He’s big enough to make it possible, though. Shorter ones stop right at my gag reflex and I choke up, but marvelous ones like this one I swallow just as the head gets there, and once they are past it gets easier. Like this.”

I demonstrated again and she tried again and we continued that until Jordan moaned “I’m gonna cum!”

Penny was on him at the moment, and surprised me me backing away rapidly, so I leaned in, and after only one or two quick pumps, was rewarded by a fairly substantial mouthful of cum. Not the ‘OMG my mouth was overflowing’ load you so often see on Literotica, but a nice, substantial load – four or five good spurts that filled my mouth very nicely. Penny handed me the bar towel, and then was astonished when instead of spitting it out, I swallowed it.

“You need more citrus in your diet” I told Jordan, and her jaw dropped.

“You are so kinky!”

“I am kinky? I’m not kinky – I’m adventurous. To me, kinky, is things involving pain and scat and bondage and fear and that kind of thing. Friendly mixing between friends and lovers, as long as no one is hurt or debased or abused isn’t what I would call kinky.”

“It’s just so… unexpected. And icky.”

“I will admit that it is an acquired taste, but… let’s ask him. Jordan – which is better: Swallowing or spitting?”

“Physically, either is better than pulling out and having to finish by hand, but… swallowing shows a level of trust, I guess. I don’t know about the taste, though. And what was that about citrus?”

“Carnivores get bitter cum. Smokers are just horrible, but they smell so bad in the first place that I won’t deal with one. Citrus makes it taste sweeter, especially pineapple. I don’t know why.”

“So that’s why the lemon chicken?”

“No – I just like lemon chicken. But a lot of garlic can be distracting. Curry, too.”

“Nobody told me that before.”

“Nobody tole me, either. I had to learn it the hard way.”

He sat up straight then, and shook his head. “While you did an incredible job on the cleanup, I think I need a shower.”

I smiled and pointed at the nearest bathroom, and then turned to Penny.

“I hope that didn’t gross you out.”

“It certainly surprised me, but it was oddly erotic. I never really thought about it before.”

We both got up and sat on the sofa, my arm around her, but first she put down a bar towel where she would be sitting. “Don’t wanna stain the fabric.”

“I can imagine what the cleaning lady would say.”

“You have a cleaning lady?”

“I have a service. This place is too big for one person who spends most of his time in the den to keep clean. Besides, I hate cleaning tubs and that kind of thing.”

“Is she pretty?”

“It’s a service. The same people sometimes come back, but there’s a lot of variation in who shows up, and there’s usually two of them who spend more time chatting with each other than anything else. I’ve tried not to interact too much with them to make them feel safer.”

She started to say something, and then paused. “I can’t even say I’ve never thought about that. I just didn’t think it would apply here, even though what we’ve been doing here today, it shouldn’t.” Then she startled and looked around. “They’re not coming today, are they? I’d hate to have them walk in on this.”

“No – just Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, always in the mornings.”

“I can’t imagine someone who worked for me walking in on such a thing.”

“It’s shocking when it happens, I can tell you that much.”

“Oh? Tell me about it!” She giggled, and tickled me in a very sensitive place until I complied and told her that Bill caught Melanie and Ben and I after a workout.

“I see. And just what were you doing when he walked in on you?”

“This.” I leaned over and kissed her as well as I knew how, stretching it out for long moments as she leaned into me, and we found our hands exploring each other in ways I had only imagined before.

After the first few minutes of this, my hands began to wander further afield, and as hers did too, she leaned back and said “He caught you necking? What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, at the time, Ben had my cock in his mouth.”

“Oh! Like this?” she asked, and leaned down and gave my now fully erect cock a long, languorous lick.”

“Well, kind of, except I was mostly not kissing her face by then. Like this.” And I nibbled my way down her body until I got to her mons, and did a quick lick across her clit.

She squealed, and I took the opportunity to pivot her until her head was resting on the arm of the sofa, and then fulled her legs apart (there was very little resistance) and dove in to her snatch, starting as I had before, but now I had a better angle and more room to work. This time I worked until she was squirming, and then began to include her clit with my tongue work, which led her to at least one quick and intense orgasm.

When she calmed down from that, she looked up and said “I can’t imagine that with three people.”

“I can” said a voice, and then we both remembered that Jordan was still in the house. “Start up again” he said, and when I did, he moved into position and took the head of my cock in his mouth, moving his tongue around to clean up the pre-cum that had developed there.

“This is bigger than what I’m used to” he said after a minute.

“What are you used to?” I asked in the few seconds my mouth was free.

“Just a couple of guys I’ve known in college and one in high school. They were all… smaller than me. Pretty average, from the reading I’ve done.”

“Reading?” chuckled his mom, and then she stopped laughing and started panting. Talk, will you? Ha!

“Every guy sooner or later wants to know” he said, and there are web sites and stuff that are not porn where you can find real facts.” He studied the issue very intensely and fairly deeply, taking more than half in for a while before he spoke again. “This is definitely bigger than average.”

“Not bad for an old man” I said.

“But the angle is not ideal. If you could move…” he gestured with his hands and I looked at Penny. “The hard work is on you, now” I said, helping her stand up, and then laying on my back. “Now if you will sit here” I said, touching my mouth, “he can explore

That worked very well for an unmeasured time, and he was starting to get the hang of it, but I could tell (mostly from what she was saying) that Penny really wanted to fuck. Oral is wonderful and all, but it has its limitations, and my tongue, no matter how dextrous, is not the same as a cock.

“All right” I said – why don’t you spin around here – get into a 69 with me on the bottom – we’ll have to slide down a bit, and then Jordan can fuck you.”

Jordan approved, and I could see that he was very ready, but she paused.

“Is there a reason you don’t want to fuck me? I mean, I was hoping…”

“Oh, I do!” I reassured her. “But as has been noted, I’m not a spring chicken any more, and once I’m done, I need a rather lengthy what was the term for it? A refractory period. Sometimes including a nap. And I want you to get all you can before I nod off. Trust me, I would, at the moment, like nothing better, but when you have more than guest, you have to take them all into account, right?”

She had to think about that, but then nodded and spun around as I scooched down the couch. (Yes, we could have gone to the bedroom, but it wold have taken time and I did not want to waste a moment.)

“This is kinda funky” said Jordan, as we moved into position.

“After all we’ve done, this is funky? OK – it is, but it might give both of you an experience you’ve never had before.”

“That’s for sure” said Penny, settling down on me. “Is this what they call ‘air-tight’?”

“No – that involves you also getting it in the ass.”

“Ew.”

“I agree. Never got into that. But I like this better anyway.”

She got comfortable and grabbed my cock, which was starting to flag from all of the talking, and I reached up with my tongue to get her ready, and then asked Jordan for a pillow to hold my head at the right height.

She had/has such a fine pussy, and it was very wet and warm and ready by now, so after a minute or so of just enjoying what we were both doing (ignoring comments from her about some of the details I could not see from here), I waved to Jordan, who was just watching and stroking himself.

“Go for it” I said, and he put a knee on either side of my head and carefully lined up his cock with her opening. He was hesitating, so I reached up with my free hand, grabbed it (gently) and lined it up with her, and then rubbed it up and down her lips, which got a muffled moan from her.

“Oh, god, Just do it!” she said and dove back down on me, taking most of my length.

Jordan got the message at that, and drove in.

“Oh god, you’re so…” he grunted.

“Just shut up and fuck me!” she said, and he began fucking in earnest.

I had to be careful. If I paid too much attention to what she was doing (and doing very well), I would not last very long, and I really wanted to last long enough to fuck her myself, and do it well. So I concentrated on what Jordan was doing, and figured out the timing well enough to add the extra bits myself.

I let them get into a rhythm, Jordan’s balls occasionally slapping against my nose, and then reached up with my tongue and licked Penny ‘s clit as he was pulling back from a stroke. This elicited a squeak from her and she bit down involuntarily, and then back off enough to say “Do it again!” before plunging down, taking almost all of my cock into her mouth.

So I did. I joined Jordan’s rhythm, licking her clit and the more accessible part of her lips, along with Jordan’s shaft, and occasionally his balls, which got very intense reactions from both of them. He changed his rhythm to accommodate my acts and she just went wild. She came several times in quick succession, and my guess (I was too busy to ask at the moment) is that those tightened her up enough to drive him over the edge, and he came too, driving deep into her and holding there for a second as he deposited his load into, and then, shaking, withdrew most of the way for the next few spurts, and then slipped out.

Not wanting to miss any opportunity, when he slipped out, I took his cock into my mouth, and took the last couple of mild spurts, and then sucked him as clean as I could before he moved away, and, with shaky knees, staggered away from the couch.

I wasted not a moment, and angled my head better to catch everything possible and dove down (up?) into her juicy snatch, going wild for the mix of textures and flavors to be found there. I dove deep, and then licked and sucked all around until she squealed with another orgasm, and then spun around on the sofa.

“Do me now! Now, dammit!”

So I did.

I rolled to one side and let her spin around, and then kissed her as deeply as I could while lining up my straining cock with her pussy, and then as soon as I could, drove him in one thrust.

She kissed back, and if she noticed that my face was covered in her juices, it didn’t put her off at all.

We writhed, we tangled, we tangled, we slipped against each other, and we nearly fell off of the sofa, but that just us laugh and cry and made it all the more intense, and when I finally did cum, it was in one of those bone-breaking orgasms that strains every muscle in your body. And well, after probably an hour and a half of what could charitably be called ‘foreplay’, I suppose that was only to be expected.

We finally rolled apart, sweating and grinning like fools, and I think she was more surprised than me when Jordan handed each of us a glass of water, and then went down and cleaned each of us up with his mouth. He was gentle but thorough with me, milking out the last few drops of cum from my now very sensitive cock, but just went to town on her.

“He has learned something from you” she said.

“More than a few things, it looks like” I said, as he lapped up the veritable river of cum that was seeping out of her. The biggest surprise for me was that once he was pretty much done, he looked up and showed us his open mouth, which was pretty much full of our mixed juices. He leaned toward her, but she shied away, still not ready, so he kissed me thoroughly (not something I usually do with guys) and we shared the mix of fluids, and then I drank a bit of the water and I offered him my glass, which he accepted.

And then we all just sat there, looking at each other like the fools we were.

“Is this what you expected when you came by?” I finally asked.

“Hardly!” she exclaimed. “Well, I’d kind of hoped for some of it, but I never expected Jordan to stay and join in.” She gave him a sharp look. “We will have to talk about some of this when we get a chance.”

“We’ve always found a way” she said, looking at me, “but I never expected this much. It’s always been just us.”

“And now it’s more” I said.

“I hope it is. This is still a surprise.”

“A good surprise, I hope.” I looked at them both. “The big question now, I suppose, is: Where do we go from here?”

“Where do you want to go?” she asked, and I found myself hard of breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I don’t know” I finally said. “You have some idea of my history, and I have some of yours, so you know how difficult it is to even think about. I’ve always had feelings for you, but the idea of getting serious just terrifies me. That’s a lot of why I was so…”

“So adventurous?”

“That’s one word for it. It’s always easier to do things than to feel things, and right now I feel kind of… hopeful, and intimidated, and confused, and lucky, and…”

“I like the hopeful part” she said, taking my hand. “I think I also feel… all of those, too. What do you think, Jordan?”

“Like I expected any of this? I thought this was just going to be a little pool party, and maybe dinner.”

“Well, dinner is still an option, and maybe it will give us some time to think.” I looked down. “But an apron is a must, I think.”

After showers, and then dressing, and then a light snack we were sitting out on the porch watching the sun set, just being quiet and companionable, when Jordan started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” asked Penny.

“I was just wondering if I might be allowed to have a pool party with some of my friends next weekend” he said, and she groaned.