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I lost it.  One gal insinuated herself under me and began licking one hole as Griffin assaulted the other.  I had hands all over me, especially on my breasts.  I had no way of knowing if the pussy at my mouth now was the same one I’d been licking but it didn’t matter.  I’d begun what turned into a long, never-ending orgasm, and as I hummed in extreme pleasure, my vibrating lips set off the woman at my face and I was greeted with a spritz of sweet, hot pussy juice.

Once the commingled pile of satiated flesh fell away, the first thing that registered was the look on Nadine’s face.  Until now I bet she didn’t think her husband had this kind of exhibitionism in him. 

As a group we’d turned a corner and the level of sexual activity died down.  I snuggled into Griffin’s arms and asked him if he was okay.

“I think
I
should be the one asking
you
that question.”

“I was… active, wasn’t I?”

“Loud, too.”

“You had something to do with that,” I said, fondly reliving the anal orgasm in my mind.

“Did you see how Nadine was staring at me?  I never thought I’d ever do anything like that… in front of all these women.  Your influence has opened me up to the possibilities otherwise I never would’ve touched Carly.”

“Do you see me bothered by that fact?  You looked good fucking Carly, and all the sight did was make me want you more.”

“Whatever we make out of our relationship it’ll take some time to change this old man’s prudish ideas.  Yet we’ll do it because I love you more than anyone in my life.”

“I love you too, Griff.  And to show you I’ve decided to move in with you now that Carolyn is too.  That’s if you want me.”

“Oh, January, sweetheart, I want that more than anything.  Okay, well, at least until we can officially be married.”

“Someday, my love.”

In Griffin’s bed later in the morning I was awakened by Carolyn and Nadine making noisy love in the next bedroom.  Griffin was awake too.  “That’s an amazing sound, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Yes, it is arousing to hear the sounds of lovemaking, better than any porn soundtrack.”

“The people who make porn have always had it wrong.  Sappy music and loud grunts don’t connect your ears to what your eyes are seeing.  Maybe we should hide a microphone under the bed and play it back later.  What do you think?”

He smiled and said, “What I think is that you’re not only the most beautiful, but you’re also the horniest woman in the world.  For my benefit don’t ever get tired of sex.”

“I have a feeling Mary-Clair is me decades into the future.  Still horny and still spreading my legs every chance I get… with you, of course.”

“Ha!  I’ll be long dead before then.  You’ll probably fuck me into an early grave.”

“Don’t say stuff like that.  I want you around for a long time.”

“What about now?  Wanting me, that is?”

I climbed on top and lowered myself onto his tumescent shaft.  As I bounced up and down I said, “Is this… an answer?”

“Oh yes it is!  Shit, no microphone.”

“Next time, my love.”  As we made our own noises of love and climax, I absently wondered what we might’ve sounded like to others, though I was concentrating more on feel rather than sound.

Chapter 40

Roger

I was puttering around the house, being domestic and doing some chores as I thought about how I would spend what looked to be a beautiful Sunday.  I didn’t expect to see Jan so early yet there she was, suddenly in the kitchen and pouring herself a cup of coffee.  Even in her morning-after, slightly disheveled look she was gorgeous, and I had no problem telling her so.  In spite of her wedding band she was Griffin’s woman now, though I loved her and always would.

After good morning pleasantries I said, “So, how wild was it after we left?”

“I’d say you missed the best part.”

“Oh-oh, does that mean you took on all the women at once?”

“Something like that.  Do you regret leaving and not being able to watch the whole show?”

“Not really.  Like I’ve said a million times, it’s not about watching but having you be happy.  Besides, it really wasn’t Mary-Clair’s scene.”

“Was it her scene later?” she asked with a lascivious grin.

“What do you think?”

“You missed your calling.  You should have been a psychologist the way you answer a question with another question.”

“Yes, my secret aptitude.  Okay, let’s say that she gave as well as received… multiple times.”

“But she didn’t spend the night.”

“I wanted her to, but we both knew there couldn’t be a deeper relationship between us, and the hidden psychologist in me realized that after all these years of being alone she valued her independence.  I thing sleeping over in my bed would’ve been like relinquishing that independence.”

“Any other day I would’ve reminded you it’s
our
bed.  However, the reason I’m here is to tell you I’ve decided that since Carolyn is moving in with Nadine then I’m moving in with Griffin.  I didn’t want to tell you on the phone.”

“I’m happy for you, Jan.  I really am.”

“Then what’s that moisture I see at the corner of your eye?”

“Hey, I still love you, so there is some finality here.  I’m allowed a tear or two, aren’t I?”

She came into my arms and we hugged for the longest time.  No kiss.  No sex.  Inevitability, as I planned it.  That didn’t change the sadness I felt.  She said she was going to take a bunch of clothes with her, and later she’d be back with Griffin to pick up more things.  We’d figure out other things as we went along.  When she mentioned giving me her key later, I told her to keep it.  After all, this was still her house too and I wasn’t going to shut her out of it. 

“You and Griff can use the hot tub any time you want,” I said.

“And I’ll check for video cameras before we do,” she replied with a chuckle.

“You think I’d do something like that?”

She didn’t answer with words, only with a sardonic smile.

I helped her empty the contents of her closet into her car and gave her a light kiss before she drove off.  I went back to doing the chores I had been doing until I heard the back door open and close.  I thought Jan forgot something.  However, the voice that called out to me wasn’t Jan’s.

“Hey Rog.  I brought some decadent pastries for breakfast.”  I stepped into the kitchen and had a little déjà vu moment, watching Heather pour coffee just as my wife had a short while ago.  When she saw me she smiled, a smile that set me afire with a certain twinge below the belt.  She said, pointing to the open box on the counter, “Help yourself.”

“You’re out and about early.  What gives?” I said as I chose one of the fruit and icing adorned Danishes in the box.

“Because my folks went to Vibe last night I crashed at my friend Britt’s house.  I didn’t want to interfere with whatever happened afterwards, if you know what I mean.  And now this morning I find out Carolyn and Jan are moving in.  I figured you’d be lonesome and could use some company.  They’re good, aren’t they?”

My “Yes they’re great” was garbled by an impolite mouthful as I answered her.  They indeed were as decadent as she described them.

“How was your date last night?  Did you and Mary-Clair get it on?”

“Now, would you want me spilling all the details of you and me getting it on?  The answer though is of course, and she’s quite a spirited old lady.”

“Does ‘spirited’ mean multiples?”

“I said, “I’m not admitting anything,” and that made her laugh.

“What are we doing today?”

“You mean you and me?”

“I most certainly do.  With school starting up I quit my part time job, so today is our day.  Unless you want to mope about Jan moving out and do housework all day.”

“No.  I’d much rather spend it with you.”

With icing at the corner of our mouths from the consumed Danish, we could safely say that we kissed sweetly.  The sweet kiss moved us along to the bedroom where she greedily undressed me before undressing herself in a slow strip tease.  I lay on the bed and watched her—and grew amazingly though not unexpectedly hard.

She proved to be unusually frantic in her lovemaking.  She rode me cowgirl and came quickly.  I wanted to head off what could have been a premature ejaculation so while she was quaking and mewling from orgasm number one I flipped her over on her back and mounted her missionary.  In spite of her leg kicks at my ass I maintained a slow pace varying the depth of each thrust more for my benefit than hers.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she hollered as orgasm number two swept through her with strong convulsions along with firmer leg kicks.

I held on for as long as I could but when orgasm number two morphed into number three I moaned and unloaded several strong ropes deep inside of her hot and pulsating vagina.

Several minutes after we separated in a post-coital state of bliss Heather propped herself up on one elbow and said, “Okay, now what are we gonna do?”

I never found out until weeks later that we visited the same art museum that enthralled Jan when she and Griffin visited it.  Heather knew much more about art than I did, although she didn’t rub it in.  I joked about teaching old dogs new tricks and she playfully reminded me that my ‘tricks’ were in the bedroom and she loved those.   We followed up one museum visit with another by traveling across town to the Science Museum, my favorite.  Heather surprised me again by how knowledgeable she was about the sciences, though I shouldn’t have been considering her choice in a college major.

Later we ended up in the hot tub though no more sex, just cuddling.  We talked about the change at her house.  She speculated that I’d have a more difficult time adjusting than her parents would since I’d be alone.  Then she brought up Mary-Clair and asked teasingly if I’d ask her out again to keep me on my toes, as she put it.

My answer was to say, “I’m going to miss you while you’re away at school.”

“Is that sex talking?”

“I think you know better than that.”

She declined another wings and beer dinner, so after she went home I fended for myself as I’d have to do from now on.  I wondered what Jan was doing and then chastised myself for doing so.  I set this whole thing in motion, so however things were now I had to accept the consequences even if one of them was loneliness.

Later in the week I once again came home from work to an empty house.  When I walked upstairs to the bedroom I found out the house wasn’t as empty as I’d thought.

“I need you,” Heather pleaded in naked splendor from my bed.  This time it was doggie style and pretty turbulent.  Her orgasms were equally turbulent.  Staring down at the most beautiful, full ass in the universe I came in a gush of hot semen.

Later she regaled me with stories of how her folks interacted now that lovers were under the same roof.  “It’s funny to watch them,” she said.  “Mom and Dad look like they love each other more now than at any time while I was growing up.  It’s uncanny.”

“In a way I envy them.  Way back I thought that scenario would be me and Jan.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m still very happy for her.  I just wish I could be a part of it like you are… seeing them… in love.  You understand, don’t you?”

“Yes I do, Rog.  You know, maybe you could move in too while I’m in school.  Use my bedroom.  It would make school breaks that much more fun.”  She laughed, and it was the laugh of an angel.

“That would be fun, but awkward while you were gone.”

“We can dream, can’t we?”

And that’s what I did.  I called for delivered pizza and we spent the evening in idle conversation. The L word wasn’t spoken yet I knew that night love was blossoming between us.  My head wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do though my heart disagreed.  Heather wasn’t simply another woman after all.  She was Griffin’s daughter and thus there were complications.  Our age difference may not matter to us but it would to others, especially if her college life was disrupted.  I think that’s what I feared the most.  I forced myself to dispassionately review my attraction to Heather.  If there was any chance she was an unconscious rebound substitute for Jan I couldn’t let it go any further.  I had to be sure and tread lightly

Over the winter months a certain stasis prevailed.  Heather began college and in all accounts was doing well.  We dated occasionally over weekends and breaks.  When we had sex it was a mind-blowing marathon event.  I dated other women however I clicked with none of them.  I even took Mary-Clair to dinner once; no sparks there either, although she was as expected a fun date.  We established a friendship but that would be the extent of any relationship going forward.  My woman was Heather.  I didn’t push it. 

The new arrangements at the Langmans’ looked to be working.  Griffin and Nadine were quietly working on a divorce, and she and Carolyn were now talking marriage.  I presumed that sooner or later it would be Jan’s turn to talk divorce.

In the spring all plans were changed.

Chapter 41

Jan

I made it a point to stand naked before the bedroom mirror after I got out of bed.  Griffin was still in bed, lying there uncovered, watching me.  I saw his flaccid cock stiffen a little, and smiled.  “Don’t get excited, lover, we both need to get ready for work.”

“You know I can’t help myself,” he said with his own smile adorning his face.

I turned left a bit and then turned to the right, checking myself in profile.  All of a sudden Griffin’s eyes bulged open and he jumped from the bed.

“Oh my God, you’re pregnant!” he shouted in glee.

Even though it wasn’t phrased as a question I answered him anyway.  “Yes, I am.  I’ve kinda felt the changes for a few weeks now.  Thankfully no morning sickness… yet.   My doctor confirmed it and said I’m healthy enough for a smooth pregnancy.”  As he hugged me I gave him the predicted due date and congratulated him on being a daddy again.  The big lug cried his eyes out.  He was ready to run around the house naked before I stopped him and urged him to get dressed for work.  I said, “Let me be the one to tell Nadine and Carolyn.”  He remained on cloud nine, but agreed to let me make the announcement.