MICHELE'S NEW LIFE - CHAPTER 44 free porn video

CHAPTER 44: JULI SETTLES IN

On the flight from Miami to Dallas/Fort Worth I was sitting with Tim. Helen and Mom were a couple rows back and on the other side of the aisle. I was thinking hard on something and Tim could sense it. I was sitting to his left in the window seat. My right hand was in his left and our fingers were intertwined. I loosened the seat belt and strained up to look behind me to them. Helen already had her head on Mom’s shoulder and was sleeping. Mom spotted me and looked to the head on her shoulder, turned back to me and smiled. I returned it. We were all so comfortable with each other, it really didn’t matter who we were paired with.

“Wife, what’s going on inside that pretty head of yours?”

“Them.”

“Your mom and Helen? What about them?”

“The way I love them. The amount that I love them.”

“You’ve always loved your mom, even going through adolescence. You said you two were almost the best of friends.”

“I know, right? That’s just the thing.”

“That just the thing … that’s bad?”

“No … but, it is weird, right? I mean a teenage girl liking to be with her mom, hanging with her, being each other’s company and confidant?”

“Spit it out.”

“Okay, I have always been there for Mom and she has always been there for me. Which is great! But … knowing what we know now … were we just compensating for what wasn’t happening at home?”

“Your dad? The fact that he was gone so much and now you know why?”

“Yeah. Crazy or not? Did we know in our hearts that something was really wrong but pushed it away and ourselves together to escape it?”

“Why does it matter, honey? Listen, whether you did know something was wrong or didn’t know or shouldn’t have known or … whatever, what does it matter? What matters is that the two of you were there for each other because of it or maybe just because that is the kind of mother/daughter relationship you had. Either way, what matters ultimately is that you two came out of that mess healthy because you had each other and were strong for each other.”

“Our love.”

“Yes, but not just your love for each other. Look at Helen.”

“And you.”

“Yes … and me. And, thank you, again by the way for loving me. I don’t say that enough, not nearly as much as you deserve To hear it.”

“You show it, my love. You show it.”

By the time we got back to our home airport, retrieved the car and made our way out of the city to the countryside on the opposite end of town and finally home, we were exhausted. There is something about airports and airplanes that is just tiring. It was late enough and Tim had work the next morning so we all, without discussion, left our bags in the foyer, walked to our bedrooms, stripped out of our clothes and fell into bed. We were asleep almost instantly and barely moved.

We slept so well, in fact, that I didn’t even feel Tim get out of bed in the morning. And when I finally did have some awareness, Mom was still curled into my back.

But Tim did got up at his regular time but without his wives to assist his morning routine. Upon entering the kitchen, though, he had an unexpected surprise. Standing at the counter working with the blender was a naked Helen. A naked and barefoot Helen. Also barefoot, he quietly padded up behind her and gently took her into his arms while she worked. “You’re usually the last one to get up in the morning. What got you up so early?”

“Oooooo, that feels good … I happened to roll over and glanced at the clock and thought, I should surprise Tim.”

“And a nice surprise it is. And naked. I like you naked.”

“Like your wives?”

He hadn’t released her, yet. She was still in his arms and he held her tightly against his naked front. His hands had moved to her breasts which he fondled gently. “No, not ‘like’ my wives. Each of you is different in your own ways. I love each of you in those differences without comparing one to another.” One hand released a breast and slid down her body, over her stomach to her mound and, after she slightly opened her legs, between those legs and onto her pussy lips before returning up her body. “I have longed for the time when I could do this with you. To take you into my arms and feel your body, your skin bare, available and willing. To feel you respond to my intimate touches at random times as a result, just as you are now.” And indeed she was. Her head was back and her eyes were closed. Her naked ass was wiggling against his naked front. His previously limp penis was growing into a hard cock against her.

She turned around to face him and looked up into his eyes. He saw a very turned on woman. She kissed his chest and her hand dropped to his erect cock. She looked up to him again and pushed it down and she raised herself up to slip it between her legs. With his hard, urgent cock pressing up onto the length of her pussy, she turned her face up to him and they kissed. As they did, she moved her body slightly back and forth along his cock. He could feel his cock becoming slick with her juices. They each sighed into the other’s mouth as they kissed.

She broke the kiss and put her cheek against his chest as she squeezed his cock between her thighs and moaned. Then, “Oh god … I love this, the feel of you against me. Hell … oops, sorry … I mean … I love everything about all of this. I love the feel of you, Michele and Barb. I love that I feel so loved, so safe, and so wanted. I love that I feel so free to love and to give of myself to each of you.” She hugged him a last time and slowly back away, his cock sliding along her slit. When his cock head pushed between her lips and opened her, she shuddered as she stood with inches separating them. She put her hands to his chest and eased herself from his cock between her legs. “My intention was to provide you with a nutritious smoothie this morning, not to make us both all horny.”

It was then that she saw Mom and me standing behind Tim at the entry to the kitchen. She smiled at us and Tim turned his head and opened his arms. In an instant his three naked women were in his arms.

I took hold of his cock and kissed his neck, “This could be taken care of but you would probably be late for the office.”

Mom slapped my hand playfully, “He needs to go to work, young lady.” She got ‘that’ look in her eye. She leaned up to Tim, kissed him on the lips, and muttered, “He can spend the day thinking about what we will do for him when he gets home.”

Helen giggled, handed him a glass full of the smoothie she had made and sent him to the bathroom to get his day started.

I walked over to the counter, “What have you been up to? What did you give him?”

“A smoothie. I was reading about them in the magazine mom had … oops, I mean that Barb had.”

Mom came up alongside me and surveyed the counter and the blender. She poured some into two more glasses and handed one to me, then we sipped it together. “You did this? With all these items? Blueberries, strawberries, watermelon, protein power, almonds and yogurt? Interesting and very tasty.”

I finished mine and helped myself to more, “And sounds very healthy and natural, except for the protein powder.”

Mom finished hers, “In my magazine, huh?”

Helen was looking more comfortable about her effort now that Mom was enjoying it, too. “Yeah and if we really want to get the full benefits, there is a machine called Vitamix that has more power to really work more food types. It can product natural juices while keeping the pulp which is lost with the juicers. The article said that the pulp contains a lot of the natural nutrients.”

“Okay”, Mom gave Helen a sideways hug, “it’s nice to have someone else interested in experimenting with healthy eating.” I was going to protest, but immediately knew she was right. If it was up to me, we would eat but it might not be the healthiest way. And Helen was beaming so I didn’t want to take that away from her. We took the last of the smoothies and some coffee and went for the patio. It was on the cool side but it would be warming up soon enough. That was when I thought of the boys but then relaxed as they seemingly heard the wrought iron chairs scr****g the brick surface and they came running over the rise in back.

“Helen? You let them out already? Fed them, too?”

“Yep, while the coffee was brewing and I was deciding what to try for the smoothies.”

“And you were naked? How did that go?”

“Yeah, well it was a little interesting. They didn’t seem to have as much interest in the food as for me, initially. I had to be pretty firm with them to leave my crotch alone. I think you two need to attend to them before too long. They seemed to be very eager to see a naked woman and you two will elicit even more excitement.”

Mom watched the dogs approaching, “I’m sure Juli was over here but you are right, dear. Those tails wagging don’t look like the standard ‘let’s go for a jog’.”

We all laughed. There was no misunderstanding of what she was talking about. When they got to us, Cody immediately came to me, licking my knees and face when I bent over to him. We touched tongues and did our kissing for a moment until I gave into him and separated my knees as he insistently pushed with his snout. I then slouched down into the chair and spread my legs more to give him even more access to me. He didn’t hesitate for a moment and was into licking his mistress’s pussy with that wonderfully long tongue. In only moments I was already moaning and I heard the same coming from Mom on the other side of Helen. I glanced at her and she was watching intently. When she saw me looking, she smiled, reached over and stroked Cody’s head. He looked up at her, wagging his tail, and went right back to my pussy which was now leaking my juices even more.

Helen merely nodded, “Go you two. Take them out and love each other like you all want to. I’ll clean up here.” I smiled at her but wasn’t about to argue. If we hadn’t been so tired when we got home, we probably would have gone straight to the kennel last night and taken them out in the dark or back to the house. I got up from the chair, having to push Cody out of the way until he caught on to what was about to happen and then he was bouncing around me. Mom was reacting to my movement and both dogs were now anticipating our next actions. I took off into the back, barefoot and naked, with Cody, Mom and Jackson following. For a while anyway. Very soon the dogs were ahead of us and Mom and I were following them.

Helen did clean up and was still busy in the kitchen when she first heard Juli’s voice at the patio door and then the door sliding open. “In here, Juli.”

“Oh my, Helen, I like your outfit. And I’m the one overdressed now.”

Helen turned around drying her hands on the towel and walked right into the arms of their older neighbor. Juli put Helen out to arm’s length and looked at her. “You are a beautiful woman, my dear. I take it the weekend was good.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Don’t play coy with me. You know perfectly well. You are never just naked during the day so casually. It feels good, though, doesn’t it?” She then let the younger woman go and started removing her own clothes. “I didn’t know what might be planned for today so I didn’t want to risk being surprised.”

“Good thing because I am expecting a call from Bob this morning about bringing the boarding dogs back yet today.” While Juli stripped and folder her clothes onto the dinette table, Helen backed up to lean on the counter and watch. She loved the fact that the whole group of them were so comfortable. And now she was joining the older women in that comfort of being naked. And in her mind she thought and decided, yes, not only being naked, but also available. Certainly to Tim and these women. Soon with more. The thought brought a smile to her face as she considered what ‘more’ might be. Harry and the dogs came to mind quickly.

Standing before Helen now naked, Juli walked to her and retook the younger woman into her arms, relishing the feeling of her body against hers. “But you haven’t answered my question.”

Helen sighed contentedly. It felt so good and comforting to be the arms of these women. “Yes, Juli, it was a good trip. In fact it was wonderful. In fact it was AMAZING! Oh my god, Juli.”

“You did it, didn’t you?!”

“Did those two say something was going to happen?”

“No. You had just made it very clear that you would want Tim to be the one for the first time. This was the perfect weekend for it, wasn’t it?”

Helen blushed. Not only her cheeks but through her neck and upper chest. Juli pulled her back in and wrapped her in her arms. “Oh, I am so happy for you, Helen. And it was good, wasn’t it? I just know it was with Tim. That man only thinks of his partner. Did I ever tell you about the first time he fucked me? Oh, Helen … oh, no, I’m sorry. Tell me all about yours.”

Helen pulled back and looked at Juli. Was she serious? She wants a replay description of the most wonderful moment she has had? Of course she does, that’s how close all these people are. I suppose Sharon and John would ask the same thing. Harry and Mr. Rodriguez would probably be too much the gentlemen but would bother others for the knowledge, too.

Helen sighed and chuckled, almost to herself but not quite. Juli heard and questioned her. “Juli, all this is so new to me. That so many people are so interested and intimate in what happens to me. It’s wonderful. More than that, it’s completely foreign to me and I feel so warm that I have that now. It’s just such an intimate moment …”

“I’m sorry, am I being pushy and indelicate.”

Helen stepped back into her and put one hand on a breast and the other behind Juli’s head to pull her in for a kiss. Now it was Juli’s turn to sigh as the kiss moved into a passion moment that told her she was going to hear the details very soon. She then lifted Juli’s larger breast and she bent slightly to kiss the nipple and suck for just a moment. Looking back into Juli’s face, “Hmmmm, I love you all so much. How could I deny such a thing to a woman who has shown me love and caring for almost the entire time she has known me? Let’s take some water to the patio and I will give you some of the story. But I am sure we’ll want to share more detail with Harry some night soon.”

“You will?”

“We will. I think Harry might be interested in the highlights of the weekend. I know Tim has some interesting photos he hasn’t let us edit.”

“Ooooo, now I am even more interested.”

They went out onto the patio and Helen gave her just enough information to confirm what happened Friday night with all of us together. And just enough not said to keep her very interested in coordinating a time for us to get together with her and Harry as soon as possible.

While they were in their discussion, Mom and I came over the rise, naked with the dogs ambling at our sides. Cody’s copious cum leaking from my pussy was making the inside surface of my thighs slick as I walked. But it was sooooo good … oh, so good to once again be with my K9 stud. Okay, I know it was only four days but … we’re normally mated every day.

Helen saw us first and I heard a yell from her, “Boys … JULI!” I looked closely and saw Juli sitting under the umbrella at the patio table and she was naked. The dogs apparently saw that, too, because they both took off for the house. Even if we ran we weren’t going to keep up that pace and we were barefoot. So we continued our walk back to the house. Now Mom and I took each other’s hand and enjoyed the moment and waited for the boys to reach the house. As the dogs got close I saw Helen get up and stand behind Juli. Helen was still naked. I smile just at that. Then I saw Helen’s intent. Jackson was the first to get close, Cody had to veer off to the side to avoid a shrub, when Helen reached over Juli and spread her knees wide and held them that way. Juli made a show of protest but I noticed that her knees never really closed. Jackson slowed to a walk and went right in and started licking. Moments later as we were getting even closer, Juli slouched down in the chair further to give the dog more room to love her now throbbing pussy.

I saw Juli point her finger at Helen and indicated Cody. I stopped Mom so we wouldn’t interrupt what I thought might happen next. “Watch just a minute. Watch Helen and Cody.” Helen looked long at Cody as he sat in front of her, his tail wagging furiously but never taking his eyes off the young woman had admonished both dogs for trying to get to her body. Now he sat … and waited … maybe even hoping. Do dogs hope? Cody seemed to do just that right then. Helen was sitting with her knees tightly together like she always did around the dogs if she was naked. But I didn’t see her saying ‘no’ to Cody this time. I touched Mom arm as Helen slid down into a slouch like Juli was and she opened her thighs. Cody was used to Helen saying ‘no’ so he just sat there but was now much more anxious as he tried to do what had always been expected of him. To him I am sure this seemed torturous. Then Helen patted the inside of her thigh and Cody sprang to her, directly between her legs with his long tongue already deep between her legs and seeking the wonders of this new human pussy.

I hugged Mom, “I knew she would. I just knew she was ready, I just didn’t expect it so soon after getting home.”

We then walked directly up to the house, I stepped behind Helen and Mom went behind Juli. Each of us began fondling breasts and pinching nipples. Helen was going to come fast without my manipulations. The first time with a dog tongue exploring your pussy and sneaking inside occasionally seems like heaven. I was sure that was the way Helen was feeling. She had a tight grip of the chair arms as Cody continued his licking assault on her young pussy and I pinched and pulled on her nipples. Juli was moaning from a similar assault from Jackson and Mom but Helen was way past that. She was already moaning, groaning and crying out. In just moments she was shaking in her orgasm. But Cody didn’t stop. To him he was just finding more of that sweet nectar that he likes so much and he continued licking it up. Helen was not only shaking as another peak hit her before the previous orgasm was even slacking off. Now her head went back and her eyes rolled, her arms and legs twitched and her breathing became more ragged. I moved to her side and took hold of Cody’s collar and pulled him away, petting him lovingly to assure him he did well. We kissed before I went to Helen, closed her legs and got a wet cloth for her forehead. She came around quickly, never really being gone except for possibly a foggy feeling.

I was kneeling at her side, stoking her arm, as she raised her head and focused on her surroundings. When her sight came to me, I was smiling at her and she weakly returned it. “Wow.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just … WOW! That was just his tongue.”

I dropped my head to her shoulder and laughed with her.

Juli came next and Mom went inside to get a pitcher of iced tea for everybody to relax with. It wasn’t long before we could hear the phone from the kennel office. We took the precaution a month ago to set the kennel phone line to an outside ringer so we could hear it if we were outside with dogs in training or just doing our normal life activities. Not that we would run to pick it up but we would know there would be a message waiting. If we were going to run the kennel as a quasi-business, we should probably take phone calls and messages quasi-serious.

Helen got up and started off the patio when I challenged her, “The message can wait. Why don’t you rest a little longer with us?”

“I do want to check the message but I also want to move a little after that experience. I realized that I was straining so hard that my leg and arm muscles are sore. Besides, I am expecting a call from Bob. He’ll be wanting to bring the boarding dogs back here.” She started walking off again but stopped and turned to us with a smile like she had thought of something amusing. “I may be developing some comfort now being nude with you and Tim, but … I don’t think I am ready for Bob surprising me.”

Juli straightened up in her chair, “I know I’m not comfortable with that either.” We all chuckled but none us had considered including Bob in our sexual familiarity group.

We all watched Helen walk across the grassy space between the patio and the kennel. It was probably something like a hundred feet. The three of us commented on her as she walked and we agreed that it wasn’t fair that someone should have such a good looking, young, tight and firm body. We also agreed that despite her naturally athletic ability, her ass had a wonderfully natural and sexy motion.

She came back out five minutes late walking quicker. “Bob’s on his way. He should be here in about fifteen minutes. I am going to put some clothes on and meet him, check the dogs in, get them settled and whatever Bob has in mind for them. It should be routine but he said he has an extra dog he would like to include. That would be three boarding with us.” She then disappeared inside.

Juli got dressed, too, but did so on the patio. By the time she was dressed, Helen was back out wearing shorts, tank top (I couldn’t discern any bra straps underneath) and sandals. She waited for Juli for just a moment and walked her part way to the property line and the path through the woods. Along the way Juli stopped Helen with a touch to her arm, “Dear, we were talking about getting together in a few day to hear all about your trip. I think there was some assumption from the other two but I want to check with you so we, Harry and I, don’t misunderstand. They were talking that this would be a ‘fun night’ which would include the stories from the weekend. You know what I mean by ‘fun night’?”

“Yes, Juli, I know what you mean. You hope it will be a sexual night. And I have made that difficult since I came, haven’t I?”

“Well … Helen, we all love you. We just don’t want to make you uncomfortable or to push you before you are ready.”

“It’s okay, really. I told them I want to be more involved in all this now, at least as much you all want me to be. To be honest, Juli, I have wondered how to bring this very thing up. You have all been so good to me and I love all of you so much. I never knew so many people could show so much love to each other. After that night with Tim, I have thought about the next steps. Of course, everyone assumes the dogs will be next and what happened just now was wonderful. But I have also known that Harry would be very soon for me. But he is your lover and brother. So … I guess what I am saying is … if Harry wants me, I would love to be with him … but only if it is okay with you.”

Juli pulled her back into her arms, stroking the young woman. “Okay with me? You know it will be okay with me. As you know, our little group is very open and sharing. Let’s keep this from Harry until it happens, though. A surprise. He’ll pop a cork, I know it.”

Not long after Helen entered the kennel building, turned on the computer and retrieved the files of the two dogs returning, she could hear tires on the gravel of the drive around the house to the small parking area at the kennel. She walked out the door just as the large van came to a stop. She glanced at the house and saw that the patio was vacant. She smiled at the thought that one of these days someone of them was undoubtedly going to be surprised by the arrival of Bob or someone else and give him or them a good show of skin. But not today.

She was at his door as he opened it and stepped out. She put out her hand and welcomed him. This was a business relationship despite the nature of what that business was. “I trust your little vacation was relaxing and enjoyable? I’ve never been to Key West but I have heard it is a charming little place.”

“We had a great time, Bob, thanks. Now, what have you got for me? You said something about an extra dog that we need to talk about.”

“Help me get them out of the crates and I will fill you in.” They went to the rear of the van. Bob opened it and the two dogs that knew Helen started wagging their tails. The other one seemed to because the others were. The other dog was behind, all in separate crates and it was hard to see him but there was something interesting about him. Bob opened each crate, attached a leash and held the end to Helen. He then came out holding the leash of the third. How interesting, she thought. She didn’t know this breed, but it was beautiful.

All three were taken into the kennel. The third dog’s leash was fastened to a holding hook on the wall while Helen processed the other two dogs back into the kennel. She made the necessary entries into the computer files of each dog, asking Bob only a couple questions about their dietary issues while they were gone and asking if there were any issues that arose with either since they were here before. With no issues to note, Helen took first one and then the other to the same kennel runs they had previously been housed in.

That taking only a few minutes she then turned her attention to the new dog. She took the leash off the holding hook and walked him around the training room, stopping, starting, turning, issuing occasional basic commands like sit, stay, heel, come, and down. She stroked his back, side, looked into his eyes, ears and pushed his lips up and down to look at his teeth. She then took him over to the scale, weighed him and measure his height at the shoulders. She replaced the leash to the hook and returned to her computer, creating a new file, entering data.

“He’s an unusual breed, Bob. I assume since he is here that he should be fully trained as a mate? And is there already a woman interested in him?”

“Yes and I’m not sure. That is, yes, my intention is for him to be fully trained. And, I’m not sure if there is somebody interested in him or not.”

“Okay, that was cryptic. What kind is he, I mean the breed?”

“Rhodesian Ridgeback.”

Helen looked up from the computer. “I’ve heard of those but I have never seen one. They would seem unusual around here.”

“They are. They are more of a specialty dog. Exotic, maybe.”

As Bob provided information, she entered it into appropriate fields in the program. “What do you know about him?”

“Not a lot, really. I found him at the shelter. I make a swing through there periodically. I was surprised to see him there and asked questions. They know me there and know that I find good loving owners. Okay, maybe they don’t necessarily understand just how ‘loving’ some of the dog owners are, but … they are good homes. Anyway, it seems that an older woman brought him in a few weeks ago. Her son had given her the dog and she lives in an apartment. The dog was much too much for her and the apartment. He’s about two years old now. The breed is classified as large, getting to be 80 to 90 pounds. As you can see, they are very muscular, very smart and have lots of stamina. They need a lot of regular exercise. Their temperament is excellent but they need strong control or they may want to take control of the relationship with the human. I think that’s what might have happened with the woman.”

Helen stopped typing and looked up at Bob. Neither she nor Bob had noticed that I had entered the training room and was listening. “Wait a minute, Bob. Excuse me for saying this because you have far more experience, but … well, this doesn’t really seem to fit. I mean this dog just doesn’t seem to fit a profile we might consider for giving to a woman looking for a ‘playmate’. Usually, we are looking for a comfortable family dog that would otherwise need only normal pet care and attention. This sounds much more. The woman taking this dog would have to be far more involved in the control of the dog. And, pardon my wording, this dog’s exercise needs is far more than getting fucked regularly.”

I snorted while trying to stifle a laugh and both now recognized my presence. “I like that wording, actually. I can see the entry question in the program: does the dog require more exercise then regular fucking?”

“Okay, laugh, but you know what I mean. I don’t think this dog is right.”

I looked at Bob and he was having a hard time keeping himself together. Luckily, Helen was now focused on me. “I agree and disagree.”

“Michele, it can’t be both. It just doesn’t fit the profile, it’s too demanding for the profiled client.”

“I agree with you that the dog doesn’t fit the profile we established. And that it doesn’t fit for the clients we also profiled. But I disagree for a completely separate reason.”

“There are exceptions, now? What’s the separate reason that makes this a good dog for our use?”

I walked over to the leash hook, took thr leash and returned to her and placed it into her hand. I just stood there looking at her. She looked at me. Then she looked at Bob who was smiling and she now saw Mom standing by the door, also smiling. “What are you saying? Don’t make me guess, say it.”

“Helen, Bob told me about this dog last week right before we left for the trip. Tim, Mom and I talked about it during the weekend and we were in total, immediate agreement that this was the perfect dog. The perfect dog for you! He’s beautiful, lean and muscular. He’s active and may never get tired. He’s smart, will learn quickly and will be obedient to a strong owner who satisfies all his needs.”

“What? But …”

“No but. You can run circles around Mom and me. You run over to Miss Stella’s, work over there for several hours, then you run back here. And that is after everything else that you were doing whether it was school, the kennel or other work around here.”

“But … if it is so unique, isn’t it expensive?”

Bob stepped up to her and gave her a hug. “Helen, your family wanted to buy it from me but I got it from the shelter. Their fees are minor. I think it is a pure bred. The woman didn’t have any paper, but I think it is. Without the papers it is just a good looking dog. Consider this my way of thanking you for what you do. The information and records we can provide to the owners now is so far superior to what was done before.”

“Really? Just like that?”

Mom was now at my side with an equally big smile. “Just like that unless you don’t want him. You get along so well with all the dogs it seemed natural for you to have your own. If you don’t think you like him, we can keep looking.”

“Are you k**ding?” She knelt down to the dog’s level and the dog immediately started licking her face and she took him in her arms and embraced him. “What his name?”

Bob chuckled, “Yeah, well, the funny thing is … he doesn’t have one. The woman never really bonded with the dog and the shelter didn’t want to assign one, preferring to allow the next owner to decide. So, it’s up to you.”

“That’s easy. Hoping that someday I would have a dog I already have done some thinking. You two have picked city names from Wyoming. There is one I like, a little town of 260 people about half way between Casper and Buffalo on Interstate 25: Kaycee.”

I looked at Mom and we both smiled. “I love it. It’s a great name.”

Smiling at our reaction to the name, Helen put her lips out to the dog and they kissed. “Welcome to the family, Kaycee.” This dog was amazingly responsive to her. Kisses are normally something that comes slowly.

We let Bob know that he would be kept appraised of the other dogs’ progress. But since we had already begun the sexual training before, it shouldn’t be too much longer. He reaffirmed that he expected to have a couple more dogs coming in the next few weeks. He said there were still women finding their way through the maze of confidentiality to him for these dogs so it wasn’t likely to end anytime soon. He was half way through the door when Helen came running to him, thanking him again with a big hug and kiss to the cheek. Then he stopped and turned around, “By the way, I have been getting some inquiries from other parts of the country. I have been very careful screening and vetting these, but they seem legitimate. I found out from quizzing some of them that our friend, Nikki, has been spreading the word about us. Transporting dogs to other parts of the country might be more complicated but it appears we could expand our reach if we want to. So, let’s talk sometime.”

We went back into the training room and Helen returned to the computer. Kaycee sat next to the desk watching her. Helen was completing the creation of a file for him like we also had for Cody and Jackson as well as every boarding dog that has been to our kennel for boarding or training. As the process took a little longer, he lay down but he did not wander off. The movement of him laying down caught Helen’s eye and she looked down at him and said his name. He looked up expectantly and she looked to us expectantly as we were checking supplies for the boarders. She saved her work and started for the door to the outside play area. I went to the door and called Cody and Jackson and led them to join them. Start the socialization right away. Helen was already tossing a ball for him to chase. When she saw the other two enter the area, she picked up two more toys and threw them in different directions. All three dogs brought the toys back to her. She was thinking and made up her mind. She held all three in her hands and putting her hands behind her head she threw the toys in the same location. The dogs were released and they ran, jockeying for position and angle, retrieved a toy and returned. Over and over she did this. Despite them sometimes initially going after the same toy, they all ended up with one and brought it back. No fights, growls or intimidation actions. Success.

We agreed that the returning dogs should have a couple days to get reacquainted with the kennel before restarting the sexual training. Helen wanted to keep Kaycee controlled on leash or kenneled or in the play area until she felt he wouldn’t run away if let out with Cody and Jackson. I didn’t know how she was going to know that, but like any ‘mother’ she was feeling the lines of protecting and setting free. I trusted it would come to her soon enough.

By late afternoon Mom was inside getting dinner going and I was still with Helen and Kaycee. I was beginning to think she was going to want to sleep in the kennel with him tonight. She had already taken him for a run around the property and he had no problem with it at all so they went around, again. We also went over many of the published ideas of providing a dog with a dominant control for training and to control his behavior. In Kaycee’s case this was going to be crucial because of his nature. But their natures seemed to be melding just fine. He was very responsive to her commands and at my urging I had her take him out into the yard with the leash attached but only maintaining control using voice and hand commands. He was doing very well, even with the other two dogs running around free. He seemed to be eating up the relationship.

By the end of the afternoon, Helen was feeding all the dogs and then putting ours into their kennel run for the night so we could be with Tim and not worry about finding them in the dark. After eating and doing their thing outside, we put the dogs into their run. We had every intention of putting Kaycee into a separate run from Cody and Jackson but after getting them into their run, they stopped and looked back expectantly. I looked at Helen, “This is interesting. Do you suppose they think Kaycee should be with them?”

“Let’s try it and see.” Helen led Kaycee to the run door, unclipped the leash and he immediately walked into the run and the three nuzzled each other. “Well, I guess that settle that.”

Helen finished up some of the kennel things and I went to assist Mom in getting dinner. Helen followed in quickly after and set the dining room up for dinner, took out a bottle of red wine, opened it to ‘breath’ and then came back to the kitchen to check on our progress. We had things in hand so she sat down on one of the chairs. “Do you have anything in mind for dressing tonight?”

I looked at Mom who glanced at me and smiled. It was fun for us to see Helen deciding to become more a part of things that went on. “No, we hadn’t discussed anything in particular. Did you have something you would like to suggest?”

“If you don’t mind, yes. I remember you saying that for a while you two would meet Tim in stockings, heels, and jewelry. Then he ‘allowed’ sheer negligees. It seems to be that the negligees have become the norm ever since. I thought it might be fun to surprise him by going back to just stocking and heels.”

Mom stopped what she was doing and turned around to look at her. “Well, I have to say that when you decide to let go and become a part of things, you really get into it.” Helen looked a little embarrassed, but Mom apologized for making her feel that way. “No, dear, I think it is wonderful that you do respond so freely. I was just remembering the shy girl who was so unsure of herself and only following our lead. It’s nice to see you expanding and taking a lead in our life beyond the kennel business.”

I put my hand out to her and walked over to Mom, “I think that’s a wonderful idea actually. You have to understand, Helen, there was a time when maybe the negligees provided a little cover for some spots that we might not want so expose in a formal setting like this. Outside, working and moving around is one thing, but inside in close view, a woman’s flaws might be noticed. I have to saw, though, that with our running, better diet thanks to Mom, and our strength training, the three of us are looking pretty tight. For me it really hit home in Key West and seeing other women. No big ego involved, just an honest assessment, we looked pretty good.”

Helen smiled and looked right at Mom, “You’re right Michele and the most telling thing was the way those young guys on the boat were watching mom … shoot, Barb. Sorry, I …”

Mom opened her arms and Helen walked right into them. “That’s happened a couple times of late that you have called me ‘mom’. Does that feel good to you, is that why it is happening? Is it a relationship you are needing?”

“You’re not my mom, Barb, I know that. I don’t know where that is coming from, but … if I am being honest, it must be a reaction of my feelings to you. Maybe, like Michele, where you are her lover but she still calls you Mom. She wants you as a lover, a confidant, a best friend, a partner, but she also still wants her mother. I’m sure you still want your daughter relationship in addition to all those other aspects of your relationship with Michele.”

Mom pulled us both into her arms and stroked our backs. We were all still in shorts and tee shirts since Bob had come. We just got busy and never changed; okay, we never stripped. I had to admit that it felt good to be stroked by my mother and that was exactly the feeling I was enjoying and Helen had brought the moment into focus for us. Helen and I had our heads on her shoulders and I smiled at her and softly shared, “We call each other ‘sister’ and it has evolved into far more than just a cute reference. There is a substantive feeling behind it now that seems right. I like having a sister. I like looking at you and thinking of you as a sister.”

Helen smiled, “I like it, too.”

Mom squeezed us in tighter to her. I looked up at her as I felt her breathing become ragged and flutter. She had tears in her eyes and one running down her cheek. “Mom? Is this discussion bothering you?”

This of course got Helen’s attention and she got concerned now, too. Mom just sheepishly smiled and used a hand to wipe her eyes, then returned it around me. “Far from it. It is very freeing and validating for me. I have been feeling the same way but was limiting my reaction as lover and partner. But, I miss being a mother sometimes. Hearing you say that means that maybe I can still be both to you.” I squeezed her tightly, indicating my approval. “And hearing Helen … both of you … if my daughter can have a sister, can I have another daughter?”

Helen and I pulled our heads up from her at the exact same moment and looked into her eyes. Seeing only sincerity in her eyes and face, we both planted multiple kisses onto her now smiling face. I put my arm around Helen without either of us letting go of Mom, “Personally, I love the idea. I get the sister I have always wanted, Helen gets the mother she has deserved, and you can just be yourself as the emotion directs you: mother, partner, or lover.”

“Then it’s settled.” In turn she lifted mine and then Helen’s chin and kissed us lightly on the lips. “Mother to daughter.” Then she repeated the kiss but with much (much) more passion and a little tongue, “Definitely not mother to daughter.”

We all smiled and sighed against our mother. I then offered, “You know, Mom, you need to talk to Tim, also. He has struggled to only relate to you just as his wife so he doesn’t cause any conflict between us. I think it would be a relief for him to know that you loved being his mother-in-law. I know he loved that relationship with you.”

“Thank you, dear. I am glad you mentioned that. I love that man so much and I love being his wife, lover and partner, but you are right that the relationship we had before was also wonderful. Isn’t it amazing how our family relationship keeps evolving? I can’t imagine how I could be happier and then there is a change and I really am happier. Thanks in large part to you both.”

We went with Helen’s suggestion and selected identical items: white stockings with lace tops, white high heels, our hair hanging loose and full, long necklace hanging between our breasts and dangling pearl earring strings. Tim was surprised when he entered and found us dressed as we were, but the smile that came to his face showed that Helen was right and the dramatic change (simply leaving off the negligees) really pleased him.

Dinner was wonderful. Heck, I was trying to remember a dinner that wasn’t. Could it be that our way of dressing and full attention on Tim somehow wipes away the normal everyday trivial frustrations that can seep into conversations and relationships? Could Tim have really known how much this little thing could affect the way we relate at the end of the day and that ending the day in peace and love allowed the next day to begin the same way? Perhaps I shouldn’t pursue it too hard or far and just accept that it works, whether intended or a wonderful accident.

Helen was thrilled to share with Tim everything that had happened with the arrival of Kaycee. And she must have thanked all of us a half dozen times just during dinner. Tim was enjoying Helen’s excitement over her new dog. He was enjoying it almost as much as he was the sights before him around the table. It might seem like a minor visual change but for the first time in a very long time, he was sitting at our formal dining table to a very nice meal with three women whose breasts were completely exposed, and lacking any self-consciousness. He enjoyed the sight of nipples getting hard during erotic discussions and breasts jiggling during fits of laughter. Most of all, I knew he loved the fact that the three of were so much in love with him and each other, that we had no reservations with each other, and were completely committed to shared experiences. How could life get any better? But just as Mom commented earlier, somehow it seemed to as we grew in this crazy relationship.

After dinner, I insisted that Mom leave the cleanup to Helen and me so she would have the opportunity to quietly have the conversation with Tim like she was able to have with us. I conspiratorially sent Helen over to peek into the family room to check on Mom’s progress with Tim because I felt she was a little nervous. Should she approach him like the mother-in-law, the wife, the lover, or what?

Helen came back to the sink giggling. For crying out loud, we were acting like p*****ns spying on mom and dad. “She in his lap. They’re necking like teenagers in the backseat of a car.”

I stopped and looked at her, my hands dripping with soap bubbles, “And what would you know about the backseat of cars, young lady?”

“I’m afraid only movies.” We paused for a moment and both cracked up.

We slipped back into our heels, grabbed the wine and glasses and joined Tim and Mom in the family room. They indeed were locked in a necking session and hardly seemed bothered by our arrival. We placed their glasses within reach and took our seats on two remaining easy chairs. They soon broke and to my surprise Mom got up and took Helen’s hand and led her to Tim. She pulled Tim to a standing position and together with Helen they stripped him. Helen was then placed into his lap and Mom took my glass and took my hand and led me out to the kennel. We returned with the dogs. The three dogs. I protested outside about bringing Kaycee, that we had just had him for a day and not with any kind of training for him to be included. I was told that Tim had an idea and it did not involve Kaycee doing any fucking.

When we reentered through the sliding patio door, I was surprised that Tim already had Helen on his lap with her fully penetrated on his cock. Even though she wasn’t moving and he wasn’t moving inside her, her head was back on his shoulder, one of her hands was massaging a breast and the other was caressing the side of his face. When I slid the door shut, her head came forward and she looked at us and the dogs with eyes already fogged by passion. She was still so new to fucking that the feeling of him inside her was enough to nearly make her swoon in the sensations.

Her eyes quickly moved from Mom and me to Kaycee as soon as she was aware of his presence. Looking at him, recognizing his presence, while being fully impaled by a cock, made her shudder. The connection between these two seemed almost spooky. I wasn’t sure at the moment if it the cock inside her causing her face to flush and her breathing to quicken or the sudden sight of Kaycee staring at her while that was happening.

I put Kaycee into a sit and stay in front of Helen and we took our dogs to the blanket we spread out to protect the carpeting. In no time at all Mom and I were lost in our own experience of the dogs, sucking them to get them fully hard and ready for us with the expectation of being thoroughly and well fucked and knotted by our boys.

But that wasn’t going to be experienced by Helen. Not yet. There was a lot of work to be done to get Kaycee ready for sex play and that was my confusion of bringing him into the house tonight. Dogs typically are nervous about their sheaths and cock touched until they have developed trust and understanding of what is happening. In the K9 world none of that occurs, it is only mount and fuck.

Tim, however, had a plan and it was based largely on a feeling he had as the result of the conversation and comments during dinner and Mom’s comments. With Helen impaled on his cock, he slowly started her moving up and down. This position was new for her but with her legs spread outside his and her hands on his thighs for support she raised herself and slid back down. All the while he was whispering in her ear and kissing her shoulder and neck, fondling her breasts and pinching, pulling on her nipples. He was whispering his love, his desire for her to orgasm as hard as she ever had, his desire to cum inside her again, and then when he felt her desire he add, “Look at Kaycee, Helen. Look at your stud dog, your big boy. Look at him. Someday, Helen, you will be his bitch, to be taken when he wants you like Cody and Jackson take my wives. He will take you inside the house like I will. He will take you outside during your runs around the property or suddenly while weeding the garden.” He then pinched her nipple harder, “You’ll be his bitch won’t you, Helen? I can feel your pussy clenching on my cock at the thought. You can’t wait to give yourself to him, can you? But you know you have to wait. He has to be trained properly before you take him. And you’ll do the training yourself, even if he is the first dog you’ve trained, you want to be his first. I can feel your answer around my cock, Helen. How does it make you feel that I can know your response just by the way your pussy convulses on my cock? Does it make you feel more wanton than you’ve ever felt before, Helen?”

“Oh god, YES. All of it, yes. I want to cum, I want you to cum. I want him to see. God, I want him so badly. Yes, yes, yes, I want to be his. Ohhhhhh, Tim, yes, I’ll be the best damn bitch he could have.”

I heard her exclamation and looked back at them. She was as hot looking as I have ever seen a woman. Tim would say later that was only because I have never been able to see myself when I get lost in sexual overload. He saw me watching and we made eye contact, watching me I watched his next move and I was surprised that he did it but he just smiled at me.

With Helen completely mesmerized by Kaycee in front of her as she rose and fell on Tim’s cock, she felt him pat the inside of her thigh and saw Kaycee flinch but not move. Tim whispered in her ear, “Helen, your dog is very well trained. I pat the inside of your thigh and he sees your pussy, he can smell you, you see him sniff the air. But Michele put him into a ‘stay’ command. Release him, Helen, let him come and task his bitch for the first time with his tongue.”

“Oh god! Ooooooooo … Yes … Kaycee, come boy.” That’s all she said and that’s all he needed to hear. I wanted to protest but I was tied to Cody and well into my own sexually fueled foggy state. He approached the joined humans. He already knew the female was his new human and she was good with him. He respected a strong human who could handle him with energy and control. The other human, the male, was important to her so he would respect him, too. He was inside his human and he knew, instinctively, about that but he didn’t know that someday he would be too. But he had glimpsed the other dogs with the other human females and they were engaged in similar action as this male human. But he was brought to them and he could smell her, not like the smell of a dog bitch but similar, interesting and pleasant.

Kaycee had his snout between her knees and she could see him sniffing, intently examining and considering what was in front of him. But he came no closer. Tim again instructed Helen, “Encourage him, love. Let him know its okay for him to lick you, to lick us. Do what you need to do, I know you want him to.”

Her breath was ragged, her heart felt like it might jump right out of her chest it was beating so hard. Yes, she knew in her very heart that she wanted to feel his tongue on her pussy, her clit. She was still rising and lowering on Tim’s cock. That part was automatic, she wasn’t thinking about that, she was only thinking about Kaycee and his tongue. And she was at a fever pitch of excitement and stimulation. The fucking from Tim, the fondling and pinching, his whispering in her ear, and her interest and desire for the dog in front of her. The dog she only first saw this morning and was already prepared to commit herself as his bitch even if that actual first time of mating would still be in the future some time.

She cooed to him, “Kaycee, darling, here boy.” She patted the inside of her own thigh and continued to pat and moved higher up her thigh, almost to her pussy. He moved in closer, glancing once up to her and encouraged as he was, he moved right up to her pussy. He sniffed and when she first felt his nose on her lips, she shuddered and moved the hand that had been patting her thigh to his head, stroking him and continuing to reassure him. Then his tongue shot out, tentatively at first, but then almost immediately, again. “Oooooooo, yes, yes … hmmmmmm, good boy.”

Tim was whispering in her ear, again, “Look down at him, Helen. Look at your stud as he tastes you. See it, Helen, see him tasting you as you fuck my cock?”

“Oh my god, yes, yes, good boy. Yes, ohhhhhhhh, yessssssssss!” And in that short time she came. Sitting on Tim’s cock and beginning to be licked by her new dog.

Tim held her tightly to give her the feeling of safety and security during her orgasm but also to keep her hands away so she couldn’t interfere with the licking that Kaycee continued to give her. So when she was again somewhat relaxed, she was only somewhat because her pussy was still filled with cock and it was still being licked by her dog. As she relaxed some, Tim released her arms and said softly to her, “You are going to cum again, dear. This time with me when I cum inside your wonderfully tight pussy and Kaycee is still licking you. Are you ready to start, again?”

All she could do is nod and Tim started again helping her move up and down on his cock. Cody had cum inside me and we were still tied when I heard the gasping from Helen behind. I awkwardly moved our tied union just enough so I could see what was happening. I found that Tim had Helen raised just enough and supported so he could fiercely drive his hips up to her, impaling his cock deeply inside. And while this was happening Kaycee’s snout was glued to her pussy. I heard Tim groaning and gasping from his effort and from his nearing orgasm. Helen’s head was just hanging forward from her shoulders, every now and then she would throw it back and I could see, through the flying hair, her mouth open and gasping, her eyes tightly shut.

When I was sure Tim had to be cuming with any thrust now, I saw a hand move from her waist to her nipple and he pinched and pulled. She cried out so loud that I was sure Harry and Juli had to have heard it. Then her whole body seem to start to shake and twitch. When Tim could while going through his own climax, he grabbed her and held her to his front. Helen was pleading, “Enough, please, enough, I can’t … Oooooooooo … I … nooooooooo … can’t take any … more.”

I tried to scramble up to them to take Kaycee by the collar but I was still tied to Cody and didn’t go anywhere despite my intentions. Sudden he was being pulled back and I saw Mom had him in her arms. She must have just been released by Jackson judging from the stream of cum still leaking from her pussy. Mom and I cooed to the dog and stroked him gently to reassure him that everything was alright. About that time Tim released her and she moved to the floor and lay on her side breathing heavily. Kaycee was straining for Helen so we released him, too. He went right to her and licked her arm. When her face appeared to him, he licked that, also. Soon she was giggling with the delight of the dog seeking his own reassurance that she was okay.

It was late and tomorrow was still a workday for Tim. I tried to take all the dogs to the kennel for the night but Kaycee didn’t seem interested while Helen was still lying on the floor. “Honey, let’s take the dogs back to the kennel. Kaycee will come if you get up. I think he might be concern about you. You did make quite a noise.”

She got up but needed some temporary support until her balance returned and her shaky legs stabilized. We walked the dogs out to the kennel and Kaycee seemed just fine.

Returning to the family room, I closed and locked the sliding door. We were entering the hallway to the bedrooms as Tim was returning from locking the front door. Helen was in front of me and Tim was alongside me. As we came to the guest room door, Helen start into it but Tim put his hand out and took hers. He guided her into the master bedroom where Mom was just coming out of the bathroom. Helen stopped a few steps into the room and her whole body seem to sag from exhaustion.

“Guys, my body is done. I’m a frazzled mess right now. I need to be in bed.”

Tim stroked her arm, “We agree. You look and act wiped out.”

“So just let me go to my room.”

I asked her, “What room is that, dear?”

“The guest room. Where I have been sleeping.”

Mom came up to her, raised her chin to look into her eyes and kissed her forehead, “The guest room? Why would our girlfriend sleep in the guest room? How odd.”

She looked quizzically at us as her mind tried desperately to catch up with what was happening. “Wait a minute, you said ‘our’ girlfriend?”

I stepped in front of her, too. “Of course, you’re ‘our’ girlfriend. After all, you made love to us first.”

Tim came up and was standing behind Mom and me and was looking directly at her. She looked to him. “This was another easy discussion and decision for us, Helen. We want this to be your bed, too. It’s big enough for us, although we’ll know we are all together.”

Mom chimed in, “But, the way we all like the feel of our naked bodies against each other’s, that’s a perfect situation.”

She almost fell into our collective arms, partly from fatigue and partly from gratitude. “You guys keep coming up with ways to blow my mind. Thank you. I love you guys so much!” She looked up at me, “So … can I go to MY bed now?” We all laughed and helped her into the middle where she turned to her left side, Mom in front of her, me behind and Tim behind me (so her could reach the alarm). I know that I for one went to sleep with a smile thinking about how my life continues changing, evolving, and getting ever more filled with love and wonder.

* * * CHAPTER 45: MISS STELLA PARSON will follow * * * Thanks for reading.