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Over the next several days, things had returned to almost normal. Were we continuing to have sex? Well, while I would love to say that we were fucking like a pair of rabbits, it just isn't so. We didn't discuss it, but we did cool it. I think we both were feeling some guilt.
It did occur to me that while we did do a great deal, we had still never kissed. I also didn't get a shot at that tight little ass of hers. Best of all we were still able to talk and kid each other. So some of the kidding around have a more sexual connotation than before, but we were still the best of friends.
Early this morning, Saturday morning, the phone rang. It was Aim asking if I could watch the kids for the morning, maybe into the afternoon. Dave had to go into work and she had a ton of things to do. "Sure thing," I told her. This was something that happened once in a while, so it was no big deal.
"Have them bring over their 'suits and we can play in the pool.”
I had the ultimate low-care backyard. Between the deck, patio, shed, pool, walkways, gardens, and privacy hedges, there was almost no grass to mow. What it also meant is that of the five other houses on my street, mine seems to have more traffic than anyone else’s, well in the summer anyway.
By 10, half the kids in the immediate area were in my pool, with Joanie, from right next door, and I acting as lifeguards. Around 11:45 the kids were showing no signs of slowing down, so we chased them all out of the pool for an impromptu picnic lunch.
Joanie bent my ear a bit, "Have you seen Amy lately?"
"Yea, she was over yesterday. Why?" Mentally I was praying the Aim hadn't been running around the yard naked.
"Maybe you wouldn't notice because you see her so often, but she certainly has changed. I mean what does she usually wear for her visits?"
"About the same as I wear, shorts and some sort of top. Nothing special."
"Well, her going out wardrobe has changed. It's like looking at a tomboy suddenly discovering that she's a girl."
Shrugging my shoulders, "What's the big deal, anyway?" Showing my best nonchalant face.
"No biggie, just unusual. I thought that you might know something."
"Nothing special." Joanie looked like she wanted to say something else. "What?"
"You know there has been a rumor about you and Amy for months now."
"Yea, I know."
"You know?"
"Sure. Brenda told me about it. We both got a real chuckle out of it."
"How did she hear about it?"
"One of our nosier neighbors called her to 'warn' her. Bren gave her a serious ration and still won't talk to her. Some people have no life of their own, so they create one by spreading rumors. Don't tell me you believed it?"
At that moment Aim walked into the backyard. Joanie was right, her clothes were definitely nicer than usual, and make-up that looked freshly applied.
"Joanie was just telling me that old rumor about us was still wandering around."
Laughing, she had the nerve to come and sit sideways across my lap, put her arms around my neck and kiss my cheek. "That's for taking the kids. As for the rumor, who cares? It's when the rumors stop you have to be worried."
"Hey, Joanie has been helping me watch the gang; she’s been lifeguarding them too."
"Well, OK." She got up and sat on Joanie's lap, giving her a big smooch on the cheek. "There, Rob, now you can start a new rumor about Joanie and me!"
Joanie got all red as we cracked up.
"Let me go change and I'll help you ride herd. Although from the looks of things, there isn't too much herding to do."
Most of the kids were resting in the shade waiting for the OK to swim again.
"Lunch break."
"Oh, you two fed them all as well. Well, that deserves another kiss." She kissed Joanie again right on the cheek, this time whispering in her ear. She got up and kissed me again, only this time on the top of my head. Waving she headed to her house to change.
"You really don't see a change?" said Joanie.
"Not really, she's always like that around here. She only closes up around strangers or people she doesn't trust. What did she whisper to you?"
She eyed me, not sure if she should tell me. Throwing caution to the wind, "She said there is also a rumor of her and Brenda."
Breaking out laughing, "Oh, yea, right!"
I was kinda glad Aim didn't grace my lap again. The first time got my conscienceless prick's attention. Her sitting in Joanie's lap made me stand at attention.
Joanie is not exactly beautiful, but she is one of the most striking women I have ever met. She's tall, voluptuous without being heavy, dark hair, olive skin and dark eyes. When she smiles a whole room seems to light up, but she is usually very intense and demanding. She is probably a real control freak, which makes me feel a little sorry for John.
The sight of sexy Aim in her lap, whew! The last thing I need is to let Joanie see me with a hard-on because Joanie is also one of the major clearinghouses for rumor-central. Bren and Aim both have told me that Joanie always has the best dirt.
Remembering the rumor mill, I seem to remember something about Joanie... Joanie getting into a fight with Sylvia. Damn, if that's true then Syl must have either made a play for John, or she actually scored. Well whatever, Joanie and John seemed to be doing fine!
Aim got back, just as the kids were getting restless. "Perfect timing," I yelled to her. To the kids, I yelled, "OK, the pool is open!" I swear that before I got that sentence out, there were bodies hitting the water.
The three of us had our hands full until about until 5, when reinforcements arrived. Dave showed up, John, Jackie, and then Donna came over looking for their kids. Now, this was a great way to spend a Saturday. By the time Brenda got home, we broke out coolers filled with beer, soda, and wine coolers. John brought over his grill and between my brick BBQ and his gas grill we were doing a brisk business in hamburgers and hot dogs for all.
Bren was nervous about something but didn't want to talk about it; I figured it was work related.
The impromptu party lasted until 11 or so. The kids started falling asleep in my basement and the adults were feeling no pain. Taking stock I would call this a success. After everyone left, I vegged out in the basement, the sliding glass doors were open to let in the night breeze, a mindless movie on the TV.
I noticed Bren standing at the bottom of the stairs. Arms crossed, with a way-to-thoughtful look on her face. Thinking for a sec, I realized that neither of us had drunk too much. Me out of habit, I hate getting drunk, Bren mainly because she was preoccupied.
"What's up, love?” I motioned for her to join me, and she uncharacteristically sat at the far end of the couch.
Funny, it was easier being patient with Amy. Bren usually doesn't hold anything back, so I have less practice being patient with her.
Reaching over, I tried to grab her hand, to pull her over to me, but she certainly wasn't in a playful mood.
"Something happen at the shop?"
She nodded, then shook her head and just looked miserable. Now a miserable Bren is something I can't handle. "Come on, gorgeous, talk to me!"
Let me tell you about Brenda. Physically she's about five-foot-six, one-hundred-and-forty-five pounds, more beautiful than the day we met. She's very open and honest, smart as hell, and has a hair-trigger on her bullshit meter. I can say honestly that I love that woman, no matter what you might think of my recent behavior.
Do I love Amy as well? I am not sure I can answer that one yet. Bren owns my heart, yet Aim does have a piece as well. Is it possible to love two women? Dangerous ground for sure!
She started to say something and then stopped.
A tear or two escaped down her cheek. Now I was getting worried, a robbery at her shop, a doctor's appointment that I didn't know about, what?
"I am pretty sure she wants to talk about me." I turned and Amy was in the doorway from the backyard. I looked back and Brenda was looking at Aim with that deer in the headlights look, and then she broke into tears. Amy started to cry and rushed over to kneel at Bren's feet. Bren hunched over and Amy hugged her. I have trouble with one crying woman, let alone two, especially these two!
"Give us a few moments alone and she’ll be OK to talk," Amy says.
Now this made a little sense. Something must have taken place earlier today, and from the looks of things, it didn't go well. I went upstairs to wait.
After a while, I heard laughter so I figured it was safe to go back downstairs. I came down quietly, they weren't looking for me, and so I stopped to watch them. They were kissing.
Recently, as you've read, I've been privileged to see some very erotic sights. Seeing Amy's bust and her ass is certainly on the list. Watching the two of us in the mirror was right at the top. Even seeing Aim sitting in Joanie's lap was a highly erotic scene, although not sexual. Nothing could have prepared me for Bren and Aim, two of my favorite people in the whole wide world, kissing.
Aim was still on her knees, her hands on Bren's thighs. Brenda was stroking Aim's face. Their eyes were closed, and their mouths were locked together in a deep kiss. They were slowly moving, Aim toward the floor and Bren slowly following her down, exquisite and erotic. No need to address what might have happened earlier, the here and now threatened to overcome my senses.
They seemed to be sharing a breath, just passing it back and forth. Aim's back landed on the floor; Brenda lay on top of her. Their legs entwined, Bren pressed her hips forward, pushing her sex against Aim's thigh. One of them moaned into the kiss. They finally broke that forever kiss and looked into each other’s eyes.
Now a tiny flash of jealousy reared up in my brain, which I quickly beat down. Bren was in love! After so many years of marriage, there was no mistaking that look in her eyes. I ground that jealousy deep under my heel. Neither of them deserved that. Aim touched her face so tenderly that even though I couldn't see Aim's face, I was convinced the love was certainly shared. This was treading on seriously dangerous ground.
Bren broke the silence first, "We need to disengage here, Rob is still waiting and he's probably worrying."
"He's not waiting anymore, and he's not worried," I said quietly.
Bren jerked at the sound of my voice and tried to get up. "Don't," I said. She stopped. "Don't get up on my account. You have no idea how incredible the two of you look."
Bren looked incredulous, "You don't hate me?"
"How can I hate what I just saw? I'm amazed and surprised, but hateful, never love!" I quickly sat on the couch, near their heads. Bren arched her back up to look at me. I took it as an invitation and kissed her, deeply. She responded to me. This kiss was hot and deep. When we broke, Aim barely gave her enough time to take a breath before capturing her lips again. I got up and closed the backdoor, including the blinds, just in case some partier forgot something and came back.
I sat back on the couch and touched Bren's back. She broke her kiss and looked up at me.
"This isn't what I expected from you, you know?"
"If you had asked me before this, about seeing you kissing anyone else, I would have been upset. But the idea of you kissing someone else pales at the sight of you kissing Amy."
"I shoulda known you would surprise me."
"How could you know, when I didn't, not until right now."
I kissed her again. This time Aim started doing something else, it made Bren groan in my kiss. Bren broke away, panting and obviously excited. "This is too much for me at the moment. Do you have any idea what happened today?"
"No, but seeing you two kiss gives me the idea."
"And you're not upset?"
I sit back on the couch, while considering my response. Bren gets up, swatting at a pouting Amy. She also sat on the couch. Aim sat cross-legged on the coffee table.
"I'm a bit surprised myself. Putting aside all the bullshit about two girls being the ultimate guy fantasy, it wasn't just two girls - it was you two. So unless you are planning to tell me that you are a confirmed lesbian and you and Amy are planning to run away with each other, no I am actually not upset. What happened today?"
"Amy showed up at the office, and dragged me out to an early lunch and some shopping. So we headed out to the mall like a couple of teenagers."
"So what do you think, Brenda?"
"Naw," I said looking at the top. "Amy, that's way too slutty!"
"Slutty, you don't know the meaning of the word. You should see. . ." Amy trailed off.
I nudge her, "What?"
She glanced around and whispered, "I found out that Dave has a bunch of porno mags hidden in the garage."
"DAVE?" I almost choked. "I don't believe it."
She nodded grinning.
I was shocked. Of all the guys... I guess it's true, it's the quiet ones you have to watch. We went back to shopping, but my mind was going a mile a minute. Dave? Wow. And Amy, recalling her grin, doesn't seem upset. Damn, I would have guessed she would have blown her top.
My phone rang so I sat by the dressing room door watching Amy try on a wild selection of clothes while I dealt with a minor fire at my shop. I did notice that her clothing was definitely sexier than anything I had ever seen her in. Not slutty, but definitely sexy. Short skirts, plunging necklines, tight capris, and midriff tops. Damn, she had the body for it, but I don't ever remember her showing it off. I wonder if she feels like she's competing with a couple of porno books for Dave's attention.
As I got off the phone I snagged the sheer top she was carrying and asked her if she was dressing to compete with Dave's magazine girls.
She snorted, and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the dressing room. "No way. He can either 'wank off ' to his mags or be with me!"
"You know he jerks off with them?"
"Yes and he uses one of my towels. Can you picture it, he's sitting in the garage, pulling on his cock with one hand, a towel in the other, I guess he turns the pages with his nose," She said while she laughed and pantomimed a guy masturbating.
I cracked up, "I know I'm going to be real careful where I step in your garage."
She laughed harder as she mimed hop-scotching across the little dressing room floor like a soldier avoiding landmines.
I laughed even harder.
"I don't really understand why he does it. I mean, the girls aren't very pretty."
"You read one."
She whispered in my ear, "I read them all. But don't tell anyone."
"You go, girl," I raised my hand to her. She high-fived me.
She tried on another couple of outfits, with me in with her. I really felt like I was back in high school or college again. Sharing a dressing room with while several of us mixed and matched, not that Amy and I could share clothes. I admired her taste, and her suggestions for me were right on. I do draw the line at baring my middle, it's not flabby, but it's not like Amy's abs.
"How about brunch?"
We headed out to a little crab place near the mall. We managed a quiet corner in the back and talk. "I am amazed about Dave. I know if Donna told me what's-his-name, her ex, was doing that, I wouldn't have been surprised, he was pretty disgusting. Whatever you did, you had to avoid him once he had a couple." Speaking of a couple, I signaled the waiter for more wine.
"Yea, he was about the worst guy in the neighborhood. Frank can be annoying, always staring, usually at my tits." Amy said while sticking out her chest. Andy does too, but he's... I'm not sure how to explain it."
"Frank leers, Andy admires. One makes you feel dirty, the other makes you feel good."
"Exactly!"
"I also can't believe you read those magazines?"
She turned a little red and didn't say anything.
"Wait a minute, you not only read them, you liked them!" I exclaimed.
She got redder, "Only some of them."
I giggled, "OK, what didn't you like?" My naive little neighbor wasn't so naive.
Her eyes got real wide. "Did you know," she whispered conspiringly, "that some people play with... um, how to put this... their own bodily by-products."
"Ha, ha, I know and isn't it gross?"
"Totally! And pain and bondage. I hate the idea of someone getting off while being tied down."
"To let you in on a little secret, a little play like that can be fun."
Her eyes widened again, "You mean you like it?"
"It's not a lifestyle, but it can be fun to try some different things. Don't knock it until you try it. Rob and I have done a little bondage. No pain, I don't like giving or receiving pain." I noticed something different. Amy was getting a little turned on by this whole conversation. Her nipples were little stones. I wonder how raunchy the conversation can get to make her squirm.
"So you let Rob tie you up? Wow. I can't picture it!"
"It's not something we do very often. The last time was over a bet on a baseball game. I bet against his favorite team. Well, for a change they won and he tied me spreadeagle-style, but face down on the bed." Amy looked at me intently, her face was a little red and she breathed hard. Too funny! "He put a pillow under my belly and thighs and then he played with me."
"What do you mean played with you?" She said as she gulped her wine.
"He teased me, my ass, pussy, the back of my knees, ribs and arms. He touched, tickled, licked, sucked, and nibbled on me, all over. And he didn't let me orgasm. After a while, I was screaming at him to just fuck me." I remembered that day it got me turned on.
"Did he?"
"Oh, did he ever!"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Amy, we aren't exactly keeping secrets here, are we?"
Shyly she looked down "Did he... or have you ever... ass?"
"What was that?"
She moved over to the seat next to mine and whispered, "Has Rob ever taken you in your ass?"
"Amy, I am shocked that you would ask such a thing." She turned seven shades of scarlet and went to go back to her seat. I grabbed her hand, "Just teasing. And...” I leaned into her ear, "the answer is yes. Rob has had my ass. While he didn't do it on that occasion, yes we sometimes do that. Variety, Amy, variety."
"That was one of the things I read about. I will admit that got me excited, among a few other things. But it looked scary."
"No more painful than losing your virginity, providing Dave is a patient lover and you use a lubricant."
"You mean like Vaseline."
"No, nothing petroleum-based, try KY jelly, they sell that at any drugstore, or in a pinch, vegetable oil works nicely. Get a set of rubber sheets if you start playing with veggie oil, it is easy to get carried away, but it can be a lot of fun."
"Holy cow, I feel like I have led a totally sheltered life. Will you tell me more about what you and Rob do to spice things up?"
She stayed next to me and we talked, giggled, and whispered through our very early lunch and then headed back to my shop. The whole time we talked, I could tell she was getting all hot and horny. Dave was going to be surprised tonight. Rob was in for it as well. I'm glad I wore a skirt today; I might have shown a damp spot in jeans.
At my shop, Amy came into my office. It was almost 1 PM and very quiet, so I chased everyone home, giving them a little extra time to enjoy the great weather. Aim sat back on my couch, stretched out her legs and put her hand over her eyes.
"I shouldn't have drunk so much at brunch. This room is slowly spinning. I never drink this early."
"So relax, you don't have to worry, the kidlings are with Rob."
"Rob is so great. I bet he doesn't sit in the garage playing with himself?"
I laughed, "He better not be. I want it all."
She snickered, "Why do I keep flashing to Rob tied up? Maybe that’s what I ought to do, tie Dave up so he can't play with his prick."
"Won't work," I said. She looked at me. "The reason things like that are fun is that its mutual consent and we trust each other."
Amy got comfy, her skirt rode up real high. God, I wish I had her legs. They look so long, even though she's not very tall.
I think Amy went to sleep, so I dug in and got a little work done. I hit the loo and when I went to go back into my office, Amy was in the middle of a dream, a damn sexy dream! She had opened her legs and she was touching herself through her skirt. Her head moved slowly side to side as she mouthed unintelligible words. The little bint was masturbating in her sleep. Now I know you aren't supposed to wake a sleepwalker, but a sleep masturbator?
I went to close my door, when I hear a name, MY name. She was dreaming of having sex with me? Damn! That can't be right. I listened closely and once again I heard her, "Oh, Bren!" She never called me Bren, no one but Rob did that. Her hand pushed the material of her skirt between her legs. I find myself mesmerized for a moment, and then I went over to the couch, I fully intended to wake her. I figured she can be a little red-faced now rather than a lot more embarrassed later. I sat down next to her, her breath was getting labored. I paused. I hadn't watched a girl masturbate since college. Suzi was my roommate and she certainly loved herself well and often.
I had forgotten how sexy a young woman could really be. Her thighs were open fairly wide, her hand pressed the skirt material hard between her legs. Even her motion was sexy as hell. I clenched my own legs together and realized I was turned on. Her other hand was on her face. I had the urge to wake her with a kiss, but as much as that thought surprised me, I knew it would shock her. Amy would probably scream her bloody head off. She looked so incredible; I couldn't tear my eyes away. The sight, the sound, even the scent of her was unreal. I was amazed at my own behavior. Amy was going to be pissed if she knew I was watching.
But enough! Amy would be mortified, and she is my friend, no matter what her subconscious might dream up. I reached over to gently shake her awake. I aimed for her shoulder - I swear it! Well, at the instant before contact, she turned, and arched her back. I ended up with a handful of breast. Her hand jumped down from her face and covered mine, she pressed down and held me trapped. Her nipple felt hard enough to cut skin.
I froze. I couldn't move. She continued to get closer to an orgasm. My hand and hers massaged her breast. In minutes I went from an unwilling spectator - Alright, maybe not totally unwilling, but a spectator - to a participant. Her breast felt so different from my own. Smaller, but firmer. I felt her nipple between my fingers and I squeezed them together just like I love to do to my own, she moaned aloud and I felt such a sense of - I'm not sure what, but I couldn't stop myself.
As she got very close to an orgasm, what should have been the worst possible thing happened. She woke up. Instead of being confused, she seemed pre-naturally alert. She cried my name loud and started to cum. She also leaned against me and let go of my hand, she grabbed me and kissed me. Not some little peck on the cheek. She pressed her mouth to me and explosively exhaled from her orgasm, right into my lungs.
Her eyes were closed, but her tongue found mine and we kissed all through the rest of her orgasm. My hand never left her breast as I squeezed it and pinched the nipple through her top. Her hand pushed between my thighs, under my skirt. I was only wearing panties, it was too hot for those. Her fingers pressed against me and I opened my legs for her. She laid her hand on me and massaged me through my panties. We still hadn't broken the kiss. I think I got lightheaded from a lack of oxygen when I exploded and drenched my underwear. I came as hard as I could remember, screaming into her mouth, squeezing her breast with a death grip, then I passed out.
When I came to, Amy held me and stroked my face gently.
"Bren, I love you," she said in a quiet voice.
"Amy, we can't..."
"Bren, I am not saying that I don't love Dave, and I am not asking that you don't love Rob, all I am saying is that I love you."
I was confused, so confused. I couldn’t respond. She kissed me so lovingly, I couldn't help but respond to her touch and her taste. She smiled, not a sad smile, but a huge smile that made her light up. She kissing my forehead and slid out from under me. For a second I thought to protest. She said she had to get home and knew I needed a little space. She straightened her clothes, brushing at the wrinkles in her skirt. I knew I was in deep trouble; I couldn't take my eyes off her.
I spent the rest of the afternoon in a kind of fog. I love my husband, and I've always liked Amy, did I love her? What do I do?
"Incredible," I said to both Bren and Aim. "So now what do we do? Do you love her?"
Bren nodded and looked at me almost stricken with guilt.
I looked down at Aim, "Do you love her?"
"Yes, with more of my heart than I thought possible. But it gets worse. Because, dear Rob, I love you too."
I looked at Bren and she was nodding again.
"She told me everything, the whole story!"
"And you are not angry?"
"No more than you should be with me. She told me not only what happened, but how it happened. I am amazed that you even tried to get her out of the house. For months, I've heard nosy people talking about the two of you and I knew they were wrong. But to hear what's happened just a few days ago was more a turn-on than a reason to get angry," Bren replied, and then added, "Do you love her?"
"Yes I do, but I didn't realize it until I saw you both together."
"So we are all OK with this?"
"No, not yet," Aim piped up. "Brenda, may I kiss your husband for the very first time?"
"You mean you two have never kissed?" She said with surprise.
"Nope,” said Aim, "Not once in all this time, despite the rumors to the contrary."
Aim reached up and I went down willingly. As our lips met in our first real, official kiss, I felt Bren's lips on the back on my neck and could feel her hands reaching past me to Aim's body.
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