(Swing, FFM, MMF, nudity, oral, lt bond, spank, rim)
by Art Martin
When Jan horns in on the Christmas ski trip, all the boys are concerned...
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I wasn't even recovered from Carlos' Christmas party when Jan shows up at my door Sunday afternoon. Bleary eyed, dehydrated and with a hangover, I saw who it was through the peephole. "What the fuck does she want?" I asked the door as I unlocked the dead bolt and reluctantly let her in.
"You always greet company naked, Kirby," she dryly asked.
"You're not company, Jan. You're my ex."
"You don't have to be so, so..."
"So what?"
"So mean!" she blurted.
"What the fuck are you talking about, woman?"
"I talked to Kyle just now. I wanted to know what he and Mark wanted for Christmas dinner. He said that you were taking them skiing. You just took them skiing! You had them for Thanksgiving. I get them for Christmas!"
"Says who?"
"Says my lawyer."
"Bert?"
"No, not Bert. Bert's your lawyer."
"And you work and sleep with Bert and his wife."
"Don't change the subject. I want to be with the boys for Christmas. Is that too much to ask?"
"The way I'm feeling right now, yes, it is too much to ask. Can't we talk about this later, Jan?"
"No, I want to talk about it right now! You're going to have to change your plans and go skiing by yourself."
"It's all set up, Jan. You remember Jim Harold? He has a fabulous place in Breckenridge and he's letting me have it during the holidays as he's out of country and..."
"No, I don't remember Jim Harold and I don't care if he has two fabulous places in Colorado. I want to be with my boys for Christmas."
"You'll see them after we're back."
"I want them for Christmas!"
"Too bad, Jan. They're going with me."
"No, they're not, you bastard! They're going to be with me, damn you!"
"Look, I feel like shit, so why don't you get lost?" I sneered.
That's when the tears started, not just tears, but sobbing and blabbering and... She was pushing my buttons and I knew it. I knew it and in my weakened state I was powerless to grid myself against the dreaded crying-female gambit. So, just to stop the pounding in my head, the nagging, the vitriol, I invited her to go skiing with us as a compromise.
"Oh, that'd be great, Kirby! You're such a sweetie!" One moment I'm a bastard, the next I'm a sweetie. Instantly I regretted ever answering the door.
Needless to say, I had to buy her airline ticket too and what with such a late date and the holidays and all, I paid dearly for it.
I didn't have the heart to tell Kyle and Mark about the change in plans, so when they showed up with Gretchen and Salina to catch the flight to Denver, it was a complete surprise to them that their mother was tagging along.
"Hey, what the fuck, Dad?" Kyle asked with the girls out of ear shot.
"Yeah, what the fuck," chimed in my youngest.
"Your mother wants to be with you on Christmas," I explained to my two mortified boys.
"We'll see her when we get back," Kyle said.
"No, you'll be with her on Christmas."
"But... she'll ruin everything," observed Mark.
"She not going to ruin anything," I claimed. Actually she had already ruined everything for me, but then who's to say that the dynamic of the Thanksgiving trip had any chance of being repeated on this trip.. After all, then it was 3 on 3, this time it was 3 on 2 and I was definitely the odd man out. Of course with the boys' mother hovering about, that would surely put a damper on hot tub shenanigans.
"How's that not going to happen?" Kyle asked.
"I don't know yet, but trust me, I'll come up with something," I recklessly promised and Kyle rolled his eyes.
Gretchen was a classic Nordic beauty from Germany with an easy smile and very accepting of Kyle's mother tagging along. Salina on the other hand, was Brazilian and of mixed heritage, not that it distracted from her stunning beauty. Shit, I'd bang them both blind, but with Jan lurking about...
The flight was uneventful, if a bit cramped in coach. Jan took my window seat and I had the center. To my left was a rather large woman whose flab seemed to ooze into my limited space. Mercifully, neither she nor Jan wanted to chat it up, leaving me to the first of the books I'd brought along to pass the evenings.
Likewise, the bus trip from the Denver airport to Breckenridge was uneventful. By the time we arrived, it was too late to do anything other than go to dinner. Knowing the boys wanted to get the girls naked in the hot tub, and knowing that was very unlikely with Jan hanging around, I suggested that Jan and I go somewhere and go dancing. Would they care to come along?
"Oh, okay, Dad," Mark said without thinking and receiving a hard jab to his ribs from his older brother.
"Uh, no, thanks, Dad," Kyle replied loud enough for all to hear. "I think we all want to just relax back at the condo. Hard day tomorrow, you know."
"That's fine, Kyle," I replied equally loud. "We see you 7 AM in the morning. Don't wait up for us."
After paying the check and on our way out, Kyle whispered, "Thanks, Dad. We owe you."
"No, you don't owe me anything, son. Just enjoy yourselves." I only wished that I'd enjoy myself too that evening, but it was unlikely.
Too my surprise, Jan and I actually had a good time together. Neither of us speculated on what the boys and the girls may have been up to and when we arrived back to the condo, all was quiet with the bedroom doors shut. I did, however, find a pair of panties downstairs, which I placed on the bar for the owner to claim in the morning.
There was something comfortably familiar with crawling in the sack with Jan. She knew I slept in the buff and I expected her to do likewise. So when she came to bed in a horrid pair of flannel pajamas, I told her to lose it. Without protest she lost it and snuggled up to me to get warm. It was most pleasant, even if we didn't have sex.
Skiing was fun the next day. Clear blue skies and day-old packed power made for excellent conditions. The only downside was Jan, not through some sort of interpersonal failure, but she was just slow and cautious and I seemed to spend most of my time waiting for her to catch up.
We pretty much lost track of the kids after lunch and early in the afternoon, Jan had had enough for the day and wanted go back and warm up. So we did. The kids had the same idea earlier and were in the hot tub.
Everyone stayed neck deep in the steaming water warily watching us. Hell, I just wanted a little peek, so I came close and struck up a conversation.
"Kirby, let's go upstairs," Jan interjected.
I had a decision to make. We were either going to hide in our room for the rest of the day, or I needed to change the dynamic. I chose to attempt the latter.
"Jan, let's not go upstairs. Let's join them."
"Kirby, I don't think..."
"Don't think, just get undressed," I said as I began shucking the multiple layers of ski apparel.
"But the boys..."
"What about the boys?"
"You know..."
"They're not children, Jan. They're now adults."
"Can we talk about this in private? Please?" We went out of ear shot and Jan pleaded her case.
"So what if your sons see you nude? If we were all at Bare Comforts, we'd all be nude."
"We're not at Bare Comforts... we're with our boys."
"By golly, you're embarrassed by the thought of exhibiting yourself to Kyle and Mark." Of course she was embarrassed... they didn't know what a whore she'd become. I couldn't help but digging, "Hell, I bet it makes you wet just thinking about it. You weren't embarrassed last week being fucked in the ass in a room full of people."
"That's different."
"Yeah, I know it's different. Look. you're not going fuck either one of them, so get that out of your mind."
"That's not in my mind!" she shot back.
"If you say so. Just don't be a wet rag and ruin everyone's holiday. So, get your ass naked and do as the Romans do." To my surprise and the boys' surprise, their mother did just that. She was blushing furiously as she entered the water, giving her sons a good look at Mommy.
"Wow, Mom, you look great," complimented Kyle which caused her blush to deepen. Quickly Jan submerged to cover her nudity. I too waded in, giving Gretchen and Salina a good look at what the old man had to offer.
The girls were both very accepting of all this and soon they were popping in and out of the tub for drinks, giving me a good look at what they had to offer. Kyle, Mark and Jan more or less stayed submerged, but with a few drinks in her, Jan loosened up enough to show a little tit. I think it flattered her to have her hunky sons ogling her and as time wore on she was less and less careful about what she showed. Kyle and Mark too loosened up and soon everyone was comfortable being with everyone. It proved to be a terrific afternoon, one which concluded with Jan and I fucking like we did when first married; in private of course.
We had an early dinner and afterward we all went to same club that Jan and I had visited the night before. It was good fun, but despite the afternoon tub soak, the kids really didn't want to be stuck with us, so they went off in search of another club.
We had gotten an early start so we had a table and by that hour, the place was packed and tables were at a premium, so when two couples asked if they could join us, we said yes. The two men we soon discovered were brothers, Hal and Len, and were about my age. Their wives, Brenda and Katie, were a couple of live wires. They were a friendly bunch and fun to hang with. It was hard for me to determine whose wife was whose, as the men alternately danced with each lady and seemed to be very familiar with both. They danced with Jan too and I took my turns with the two ladies. There must be some sort of secret code between swingers, as it didn't take Hal and Len long to figure out that Jan was a player. What Brenda and Katie thought of me is anyone's guess.
At the table Jan leaned into me and told me that Hal and Len had asked if we wanted to go back to their condo. Heck, I assumed that, like mine, their ears were about to burst and just sought some peace and quiet.
We caught a shuttle before our buns froze off and after tooling around a bit, Hal said, "This is it." Everyone followed Hal out into the cold. Soon we were in the warmth of their condo. It was nice, something like what I had rented before on numerous times, but compared to what I had this trip, it was rather basic. Not that we needed anything fancy.
Hal played bartender and provided everyone with a drink. We sat about and chatted for a moment with Len revealing to all that Jan and I were divorced.
"You must be kidding?" Brenda exclaimed. "So, why are you together here?"
"It's a long story," answered Jan, "but we're here with our two boys for Christmas."
"Oh? So how old are your boys?"
"They're both in college. Florida State."
"Divorced," stated Hal. "So, does that mean you're available?"
"Available for what?" Jan replied.
"I think you know for what."
He turned to me and asked, "You don't mind if Len and I...."
"No, he doesn't mind," answered Brenda for me while running her hand through my hair. "Katie and I will take real good care of him. You three go and have some fun." With Brenda now rubbing my cock through my jeans, it didn't take a genius to figure out what was what. Not even waiting for their husbands to drag Jan off, Katie and Brenda helped me to my feet and took me to a bedroom.
Nice thing about king sized beds, they hold three comfortably. I was pushed down upon the bed and attacked. Not that I minded. While Brenda took to swapping spit with me, hands were busy relieving me of my shoes, my socks, my jeans and my drawers. Naked from the waist down, I enjoyed the hands exploring my cock and balls. It was rather cold outside and my nut sack was shriveled up to conserve heat. One set of fingers caressed my stiff cock, while another set of fingers tugged at the thick skin of my scrotum.
Like a well practiced team, they both left my genitals and left me more or less naked on the bed, while they began to disrobe. Soon Katie was feeding me her tit while her sister-in-law went down on me. After a few minutes they switched with Brenda's generous tit flesh between my lips and Katie's sultry lips wrapped around my happy erection.
Brenda swung around so that she could watch her petite sister-in-law giving me head and still managed to lean over and plummet my face with her D cup titties. Katie had me close to eruption and released my cock from her talented oral ministrations. Then she straddled me, sitting on my hips and trapping my cock between my stomach and her snatch. Brenda rose up on her knees and the two women began kissing and mauling each others' tits. It was quite the show to watch from my perspective. Then Katie rose, grasped my cock and directed it to her pussy. The feel of her warm moist sheath enveloping my cock slowly as she sank down on my cock was exquisite, as was the sight of it disappearing up into her receiving body. It was quite the erotic sight as she slowly rotated her hips, stirring my cock in her honey pot.
Suddenly her sister-in-law moved over my head and lowered her pussy to my face, blocking my view. It wasn't quite all dark as Brenda ground her pussy in my face, but it was close. I fastened my teeth gently on her big jutting clit, the biggest clit I had ever encountered, and she went wild. She was careful not to smother me, which was good as I was trapped by these two nymphos. I suppose I could have gotten away if I wanted to, but why would I do that?
From the next room I heard Jan cry out. She too was having a good time at the hands of the two brothers and randy husbands. Then I heard another female screeching, only closer, much closer and my mouth was flooded by a tsunami of pussy juice. She wasn't so careful about smothering me then. Just as I thought I'd have to push her off to get a breath of fresh air, she lifted her hips... Ah, fresh air and sunshine! Or at least some light.
"Get off his cock, you slut," Brenda said to her sister-in-law. "I need some cock in the worst way, you greedy bitch, so move it, Princess!"
Katie did move and Brenda quickly plunged my cock into the darkness of her cunt. Meanwhile, Katie sat on my face. The petite MILF wasn't as considerate as her more full bodied sister-in-law and I had to periodically push her hips upward to catch a my breath before my face was enveloped by her labia.
What a night! Those two almost killed me. I'm not complaining, as I would have died a very happy man that night, but I was wrung out by the time the party was over.
Hal came in to announce, "Party's over girls! We all need to get some rest so we can get in a day of skiing tomorrow. Come on, get your slutty asses off this poor man and leave him alone. Come on! Maybe you can fuck him again tomorrow night, but for now, you wanton whores, the party's over."
With the two sex crazed women off of me Hal told me, "You're welcome to sleep here tonight if you want, but no more screwing, pal."
I had no intentions of spending the night on their sofa with or without Jan. I went to retrieve Jan and found her still handcuffed to the headboard face down, her ass cheeks bright red from where the two brothers alternately spanked and fucked her to multiple orgasms. Len uncuffed her and throwing her clothes onto her said, "Let's go slut! Get your ass out of here or we'll tie you back up and spank your whorish pussy until you pass out."
It really surprised me when Jan replied, "You promise?"
Len laughed, "You're a fun fuck, baby... Yeah, I promise." He grabbed her by the ankle, spun her around and cuffed an ankle to the railing of the headboard.
"What in the fuck are you doing, Lenny?" his brother asked entering the room. "Let her go. we need to get some sleep, damn it!"
Len turned back to Jan and contritely apologized, "Sorry, babe. Hal says I have to let you go and kick your ass out of here." He crawled up onto the bed to uncuff her ankle, but instead grabbed her other ankle and spread her open. Whack, whack, whack, his open palm descended on her exposed and vulnerable pussy. Jan screamed and tried to get away. Whack, whack, whack. They weren't hard slaps to her cunt, just playful ones. Still, I had no idea Jan was into this kind of shit.
He let her go, her eyes ablaze with lust, and mounted her for one more quick fuck. After a minute of hard pounding with Jan jabbering and urging him, "Harder! Harder! Harder!" Len abruptly pulled off and hopped out of bed, leaving her spread out like the well used whore that she was, her pussy bright red and swollen.
Hal helped her get up and helped her get dressed while I went in search for my clothes in the other bedroom where Len was now having his cock cleaned by Katie. I couldn't remember if Katie was his wife or if Brenda was. It didn't much matter, so I didn't inquire, concentrating on dressing and finding all of my clothes while Katie sucked dick.
It was late when we got back to the condo and all was quiet except for a bed squeaking somewhere upstairs. By the time we had ascended the stairs, the squeaking stopped. I was too tired to do anything other than going to sleep, something I accomplished almost instantaneously.
Next morning the kids were very quiet when they got up to hit the slopes, or at least I never heard them. First thing I know and it's past mid morning and I'm missing precious daylight hours for skiing. Then to my surprise, Jan was already up and I smelled fresh brewed coffee. I quickly hit the shower and dressed in my ski clothes and tromped downstairs thinking that I'd find Jan ready to go. She wasn't. She wasn't even close.
"Com'on, let's go," I urged my ex and this trip's sleeping buddy.
"Do I have to? I'm kinda sore from yesterday."
"Skiing or fucking?"
"Both, but mostly from skiing. Why don't you go on without me and I'll..."
"I didn't come all this way and spend all this money on you for you to just..."
"I came to see my boys, not to go skiing with you," she replied bluntly.
"Fine, I'll see you later, Jan."
"But, I think I'll feel better in a little while. Come by around noon and... Don't give me that look, Kirby."
"What a pain in the ass you are."
"Okay, then don't come get me!" she shot back.
"Don't get your dander up, Jan. I didn't say I wouldn't come get you, I said you're a pain in the ass... Which you are."
"See if you get any tonight!" she huffed.
"I'll get it if I want it. Even if I have to rape you."
"That'd be fun!" she said with naughty grin.
"Fucking whore," I muttered and took my leave.
So here it was, Christmas Eve Day and I'm off skiing by myself, hoping futilely that I stumble across the kids. The weather wasn't all that great, very gray, very cold and threatening to snow. It was actually a relief to go back to the condo, warm up and catch something to eat.
Jan wasn't anymore ready to go skiing than she was earlier, but she did have can of hot soup ready for me when I arrived. Thankful for the warm room and hot food, I was no longer annoyed with her for not being ready.
"Kirby," she said softly as I enjoyed my soup and crackers, "do you think I'm awful?"
'Oh, boy, here we go with the loaded female question,' I thought. "What do mean?" I asked for clarity.
"I mean like last night."
"I had fun last night, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did and you think I'm awful for it."
"I didn't say you were awful."
"You think I'm a whore."
"You are a whore. You've proven that beyond any question."
"Do you hate me for being a whore?"
"Not really. I can honestly say, Jan, that I like you more now that I know what a total whore you are, than I did before I knew it."
"You do hate me."
"I don't hate you for Christ's sake. Your my ex... there are issues between us... You being a whore, Bert's whore, has nothing to do with anything that concerns me. It's none of my business now."
"Do the boys know that I'm Bert's whore?"
"Why don't you ask them and leave me out of it."
"I just don't want you to hate me for being... promiscuous."
"I don't hate you for being a wanton cock hound. In fact, I'm rather enjoying watching Bert or whoever fuck you. I just wish you were so wild when we were married. What happened there? You'd hardly let me touch you and next thing I know you're some kind of wannabe porn star."
"It wasn't sex with you, Kirby. I just felt ignored and felt that life was passing me by. I wanted to get out, meet other people and have some fun."
"When did you start fucking Bert? Before or after you split?"
"Afterwards. After the divorce was final. When it was all said and done I was so upset and confused.. seller's remorse you could say. I still loved you and had just thrown our marriage way. What had I done? Freda and I became very close... very close, and well, it was nice to be with a woman.
"I know now that it was all a set up," she continued. "Bert had some business dinner and Freda and I were in bed together all hot and bothered when Bert comes home early. I was so scared... for Freda, but she wasn't at all upset. Bert, he simply stripped and said, 'You need this, Jan.' Then he fucked me. I did need it. It was wonderful, but then Bert is Bert... very demanding and domineering and not one to take "no" for an answer.
"Next thing I know, it's like he owned me. I'd come into his office with a some papers and he'd push me against his desk, yank off my panties and fuck me. He didn't ask, he just did it. I was his to take and I was okay with that. Then he introduced me to his friends. 'Suck so and so's cock,' he'd say and I'd suck so and so's cock. It was quite fun and liberating to let go like that, to be dominated and not have to make anymore decisions. I guess I'm lucky it was Bert who took me as his sex slave because deep down he's really such a teddy bear. I had no idea that people did all the things they do. I have Bert to thank for showing me."
"So, when did you begin taking it up the ass? I thought you hated doing that," I asked genuinely curious, as she only allowed anal play a few times when we were married.
"Very soon after Bert first took me. Like I said, he doesn't take "no" for an answer. The first time wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. After the third time, I was practically begging for it. Before long, I was taking two cocks and three cocks at a time and having a blast. Bert was so proud of me."
Ready to move on I stood and said, "I see," followed by, "Well, I'm heading back to the slopes."
"Oh, wait. I have something for you, Kirby."
She then unzipped my ski bib, slipped the straps off my shoulders, fished my cock out and proceeded to blow me. Suddenly I wasn't in such a big hurry. I really did like her as a whore.
I must admit that since my lawyer took Jan to be his sex slave of sorts, her fellatio technique had improved dramatically. Practice makes perfect and it was obvious that Jan had had lots of practice these past months tooting a variety of skin flutes for Bert Jones' entertainment and enrichment. She never sucked my dick like this when we were married, not even close. For one thing, she always complained that sucking my cock was somehow demeaning and thus her lack of enthusiasm. I have to wonder how demeaning it must have been the first time Bert had her blow a major client of his. Demeaning or not, she was the one who wanted to have fun and I suppose she got her wish. I wonder if she ever remotely considered how much I am now enjoying her transformation into a total slut.
She almost floored me when, after swallowing my load, she put my peter back in its warm place, zipped up my ski bib and replaced the straps over my shoulder, then told me, "Thank you, Kirby."
"Uh, maybe I should be thanking you, Jan. That was a terrific blowjob."
"That's not why I'm thanking you. Of course you'd let me blow you. I'm simply thanking you for being the man that you are; thanking you for bringing me along on this trip and thanking you for agreeing to come with us to St. Martin in a few weeks. If you hadn't agreed, there's no telling who Bert might have invited to be my date."
Women... who can ever figure them out. I could never figure her out when it mattered, so why bother now. I needed to make my escape and avoid all the weepy crap that was sure to begin. "Okay... well, I'm off to the slopes. Maybe I can get a few more runs in before the weather gets any worse." I didn't wait for a reply and made my escape.
I searched in vain for the kids on the mountain, a task made doubly hard by the fact that visibility was now limited to about twenty feet at best. I should have packed it in after one miserable run, but I was here to ski. I nearly froze my ass off. Coming to my senses, I headed back to the condo.
The kids had packed it in too and they were all in the hot tub, Jan included. Apparently she was no longer reluctant to get naked in front of her two boys and their girlfriends. I joined the party in progress as soon as I shucked off my ski clothes. The hot water never felt so good! All in all, it was a splendid family Christmas Eve get together, made all the better by Jan having somehow secured a fine Christmas dinner for us.
I cranked up the heat and dinner was followed by nude dancing. My hard-on from dancing with Gretchen and Salina was to be expected. Kirby had a more difficult time explaining his boner after dancing with his mother. Dancing naked with his naked mom, Mark was so self conscious that there was no way he could get it up. Still, it was a little bit chilly, which had a predictable affect upon nipples, nipples that dug into my chest. The girls didn't mind my wandering hands either. A stiffie grinding into a young hard belly and a little touchie-feelie was as far I took it, but damn, it was great!
Jan took me to the side and grasping my erection asked, "Who's sleeping with who tonight?"
"I'm sleeping with you, aren't I?"
"Not us... them." I really hadn't been paying attention, but the boys had been playing musical beds since we got there. They had been swapping girls from the get go. I hadn't paid that much attention, but Jan, being a mom, noticed what her little boys were doing.
"I really have no idea, but if you want, we could fuck right here on the sofa. That'd get things going!"
"Forget it, Kirby. I'm not... No, no, no!"
"Don't tell me you wouldn't want to watch Kyle and Mark in action with these two hotties."
"I said, no and mean I no."
"Party pooper."
"Perhaps, but there are some things I just won't do. But let me ask you, which of those girls would like to have sex with?"
"That's easy, both," I quipped.
"A threesome... Hmmmmm, that would be fun to watch. But, what I really want is to have you tonight all to myself."
"Oh, and what would you do with me?"
She gave my cock a squeeze and replied, "Oh, I'll think of something."
We went upstairs, leaving the kids to screw until Santa showed up. On the short trip up, she did think of something. She instructed me to lie on the bed. Then she lifted my legs and pushed them forward. "Hold your legs, Kirby," she said with a grin. I did and she went down on my asshole. I don't know what I expected lying there holding my legs back, but I didn't expect anything like that. What an Christmas present! Like I said, I like her a lot more being a total whore than I did as my dutiful wife.
The rest of the ski trip was relatively uneventful and we packed it up and headed back to Tampa the morning after Christmas Day. The closer we came to landing back in Tampa from our ski trip, the more I dreaded getting home. It wasn't the getting home that I dreaded, but what I expected from Jan that I dreaded. Even after Jan rimmed my asshole on Christmas Eve, I wasn't about to let her move back in with me. I expected a fight and I was prepared to give her one if she tried to move back in. To her credit and much to my relief, she never mentioned moving back in with me. Indeed, she said her goodbyes to the boys and the girls and thanked me again for the wonderful time. Then she went home. Just when you think you've got them figured out...
As the girls had nowhere else to go except perhaps back to Tallahassee, it was suggested that they camp out at my house. Naturally I thought that was a splendid idea and rolled out the red carpet for them. Both appreciated the return to the warmer climate, Salina especially. And as a certain degree of casual nudity between us had already been established, they chose to work on an all over tan by my swimming pool during the remaining Christmas break. I don't recall either Gretchen nor Salina having a stitch of clothes on for over week, except when we ventured out of the house for dinner or do whatever. I was also bestowed the honor of sunscreen-applier-in-chief, an honor which I frequently did my duty with all care and diligence. It was hard duty too, or at least for my cock it was.
But before I was designated the sunscreen man, the girls thanked me in a most pleasant way. We had been home for a few hours when Kyle and Mark disappeared, leaving me literally in the hands of these two beauties.
Salina approached me first, but Gretchen wasn't far behind. With a young beauty on each side, they played with my hair and whispered that they wanted to thank me for the ski trip. "You're quite welcome," I lamely replied while keeping my own hands to myself.
Have you ever stood about in the kitchen fully dressed, with two girls young enough to be your own daughters, while they ran their hands all over you? I mean all over... chest, tummy, arms, face, crotch... the crotch gropes were the best. Stand there while they unbutton your shirt. Stand there while they kiss your nipples. Stand there while they remove your shoes and socks. Stand there while they unbuckled your belt, unzip and unbutton your jeans. Stand there while they systematically strip you naked? Well, if you haven't, you should.
Naked, I was led to my own bed where I was unmercifully molested and raped several times. It was wonderful! Eventually they allowed me a less passive role. Blonde haired and blue eyed Gretchen's generous tits were heavenly to wallow in and mix-breed Salina's pink pussy was especially tasty. Let me tell you, those two knew how to pleasure a man. It was more than I ever hoped for or dreamed of for the ski trip, before Jan invited herself to come along.
Kyle and Mark disappeared for over a day. They hooked up with some other girls they knew from Florida State whose parents were off somewhere leaving them unprotected. By the time they returned home, their old man was half dead from pussy fatigue.
During those wonderful days before they all went north to resume their studies, a corollary to the casual nudity practiced by all inhabitants was casual sex. Three on two... not bad odds.
Without a doubt I have the best two sons a man could have! Of course they wanted to know more about my new relationship with their mother and that provided for some awkward discussions. In the end, they accepted the fact that their mother was who she was and that she deserved to live the life she wanted to live. The discussions about Jan were quite beneficial for me, as I was a forced to see her as she was, and not what I thought she was or thought she should be.
The only thing of note after the kids headed back to Florida State was the closing on the property that I wanted to build a new store upon. Bert told me that in order to close the deal, that I had to humor Carlos, or at least gain his friendship. The son-of-a-bitch had more money than he ever would need and had lots and lots of "friends", still he needed his ego stroked. His performance at his Christmas party was impressive, even if he was relying on biotechnology rather than natural means to get it up and keep it up. I had a pretty good idea what it might take to humor, Carlos, and that caused me a certain amount of angst. As Bert correctly pointed out, I had gone down on him at Bare Comfort, so I shouldn't have a problem of going down on Carlos if need be. Still the whole thing at Bare Comfort was totally different, I was inebriated and in the midst of an orgy of sorts. To go down on Carlos, cold sober and for material reasons gave me pause.
The day of the closing came. I made my way to Bert's office, wondering if I'd be able to look myself in the mirror tomorrow on the one hand, or kicking myself for being too uptight and nixing the whole deal. Turns out Carlos was all business. The only monkeyshines was when Bert called Jan and Freda into the office with all the paperwork to be signed and notarized. Carlos wanted them both nude, and Carlos got what he wanted. Once we had concluded the deal, Bert and I headed off for a drink while Freda and Jan entertained Carlos and his bionic organ. Can't say that I regretted missing that show.
To be continued...
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