Beth was cuddling up to Debbie, while I leaned down and kissed first one, and then the other. The verbal teasing had stopped, and the girls turned toward each other, bringing their mouths closer and closer together as I continued my alternate kissing. After a couple of minutes we were in an amazing three way kiss, and the steel had definitely returned to my rod. Debbie reached between us and guided me home, and once again I thrust into her, buried. I stayed there, unmoving, as our intense three way kiss continued. When I backed away, the girls continued without me and I watched them while I started sliding in and out of the fabulous Debbie. I watched her close her eyes and relinquish herself to our attention. She relaxed her mouth, submissively, while Beth kissed her harder and deeper, sliding closer, moving over her face. It was more then I was used to seeing from them.
I held Debbie’s leg tightly, lifted it up over my shoulder and used the leverage to fuck her deeper, still taking care to not jostle her too much. I didn’t want to interrupt the girl play. My other hand caressed our teen bedmate, fondling her delicious butt which I’d recently become so much more intimate with, and teasing her between her legs.
Beth slowly moved back to her side, her hands caressing Debbie, while she watched us. “Damn, she’s so pretty, and so damned sexy.” She touched where Debbie and I were joined, her fingers soft and gentle.
I peered down at my sweet Beth. “Look who’s talking. Our own teenage walking Viagra.”
“You are so full of shit,” she said, but I saw the smile.
Being inside of Debbie was having its usual effect, and I was getting close. So was she, breathing harder. When Beth directed her hand to a more concerted effort, Debbie gasped and we both had the opportunity to watch her come for us. I loved that feeling. When she relaxed once more, I was ready to fulfill my own needs, pounding her hard.
After just a few seconds of that, though, Debbie was pushing me away, guiding me between her and Beth. Gasping, I lay back and once more enjoyed the feeling of her climbing under the sheets and using her talented mouth to finish me. Beth was cuddling close, her head on my shoulder, drifting off. With a groan I finished for Debbie, and after a bit of after-play, she slid back up the bed, and mirrored Beth’s position.
Who could blame me for falling asleep with a smile on my face?
—
Half the household had to work the following day, leaving Debbie, Robin and Jim working on our new addition. I felt kind of weird leaving them like that, but after the trip to Spain, there was a lot to be done at work if we were supposed to have a functional prototype ready to take on-site in four weeks.
I did my best to play it cool around my boss, and thought I pulled it off pretty well. I really did have to be careful. Karen could sniff out stuff like we’d been up to a mile away, and she was not known to be good at keeping secrets.
Karen and I had carpooled, as we often did. Neither of us were morning people, and the drive in was pretty quiet, especially for her. The same could not be said for the ride home.
She was all chatty about our little party the night before, particularly the part in her bedroom. “You must be rubbing off on Jim. He insisted on having us both again after you left. And you know? It wasn’t bad.”
“That’s great. How about this morning?”
“I felt kind of odd, leaving the two of them in bed together, after last night, but I got him to promise not to go all the way without me there. I thought I’d get some resistance but Robin swore she’d wait for me. I never expected that.”
“I’m glad. You think that’s going to make things a little better for now?”
“I guess,” she said. Then she leaned back and I saw an odd little smirk flit across her lips. “You know Jack, the house that lust built is a pretty fucked up house.”
“Not the most conventional, I’ll admit. But with you for an architect, I didn’t expect any different.”
“I thought Robin was the architect?” she countered.
“Just of the addition.” I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh, giving her a squeeze. “You having regrets?”
She was quiet a while, as if thinking. “Oddly enough, no. As a matter of fact, I haven’t been happier in a long, long time. Like centuries.”
“You and Jim are good for each other. And working things out with Robin, that’s priceless. Family is what it is.”
“I know I have you to thank for a lot of it. You’re always so good to me, taking care of me. I just have to remember that. Even when it seems you’re being bad, usually it’s the right thing for me in the end.”
“And a very sweet end, I might add.”
“Jesus, Jack. You are so bad!”
“And you are so good. Jim is a lucky guy.”
She smiled settling back in her seat before reaching her hand across the console and stroking the lump in my pants. “Yes he is, isn’t he?”
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The week was pretty quiet, which was a nice change of pace. Not completely uneventful, but compared to my recent past, almost dull.
For instance, Wednesday, I found myself entering my boss Chris’s office, and closing the door behind me.
“Can I help you?” she asked, as if I was a door-to-door salesman.
“Hi. I just wanted to talk a second, if you don’t mind,” I told her.
“Do we have to? I thought we’d agreed…”
“People are talking Chris.” I told her.
“Talking?” She looked nervous, and was fiddling with the pencils on her desk.
“They think we had some kind of fight over there. You hardly speak to me in public. We were always friendly, but now you’re acting like I’m some kind of pariah.” I walked around her desk, and sat on the edge of it. It gave me a nice view down her shirt. Shame on me.
“I just don’t know what to do,” she said softly. “I’m afraid I’ll show how I feel if I say more than a few words to you.”
“I know. It’s probably partially my fault as well. I’m having a hard time not letting my feelings show as well. But we can’t be acting like strangers out there.”
“I know, I know.” She turned her chair a bit, facing me a bit more directly. “But every time I look at you, I can’t help but think about our last night there.”