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by Des 31 » Sun Jan 10, 2021 2:40 pm
A moderate snow was falling Friday evening when Beau and Sherry arrived at our home a half hour after they intended. Sherry said as she entered, “The weather held us up but it was an interesting drive. Most birds and even the bald eagles have flown south, but we spotted a flight of some sort of black birds on our way over.” She had picked up Beau in her new sedan just purchased from our widowed neighbor.
The woman’s husband recently passed away and she didn’t need two cars but also didn’t wish to default on her late husband’s loan through a bank Gigi doesn’t work for. Gigi looked up the 2018 luxury sedan’s value in her auto-appraisal book; but the woman said she just wanted to get rid of it. She said she didn’t care about its worth and that didn’t need the money. The lady phoned Sherry and told her she would sell it to her at no more than its minimal unpaid balance.
Sherry kissed my wife on the lips, thanked her for giving the woman her name and number, and said, “Beau and I know cars and that’s one of the best.” It only lacks the name recognition of most in its class. I thought it to be among the best looking of any luxury vehicle I know and couldn’t buy a new compact vehicle at that price. Beau grinned and said to my wife, “I hope you can find a deal like that for me when I can sell my old Honda.” I reminded him that when he and Sherry marry in June, it will be half his anyway.
Beau said to Gigi, “She’s beginning to talk like you.” Gigi asked, “How’s that?” Sherry laughed and responded, “As we drove through your gate, I told him, ‘Enjoyed partnerin’ up with you on the trail, Pilgrim. You can ride in my carriage anytime.’” I chuckled at that; it’s exactly like something my wife would say.
The four of us didn’t go out but instead had dinner at our home with food delivered from a nearby restaurant. Sherry sat at our dining room table alongside me, across from Beau and my wife. Sherry said now that she’s living locally the next item on her agenda is to find a physician. She asked Gigi if she is open about her sexual activities with her doctor. Gigi nodded affirmatively and said, “My advice to all who ask is never withhold relevant information from your doctor, lawyer, accountant, or banker. Lying to anyone can have unwanted consequences, but those in particular can’t adequately help if they don’t have the necessary information.”
On Wednesday event, Gigi and I had dinner with her physician and his wife. Both know more than a little about my wife’s sex life. She suggested Sherry phone his office and make an appointment, adding, “I have been seeing him since we moved here. Des and I are also personal friends with him and his wife, and both are non-judgmental. You should know they’re straight as an arrow and wouldn’t consider doing what we do. If you engage him as your physician, you can tell him you and Beau are friends of ours. You don’t need to get into intimate details beyond informing him privately you have sex with other men and Beau approves.”
Even Beau didn’t know that about us. He turned to my wife, stared a moment in silence, then said, “Is there anything or anyone you don’t know?” The other three of us laughed. Gigi said, “I just know enough to get by in life.”
Gigi pushed away from the table and told Beau to follow her to our bedroom. She invited us to join them when we wish. As they walked down the hallway, Sherry turned aside planted her lips on mine, unzipped my chinos, and slid her hand into my fly. Her fist curled around my dick and stroked until it swelled to rigid fullness.
As we entered the bedroom a few minutes later, my wife sat atop Beau, her legs straddling his hips and thrusting against him. She likes being on top; it gives her a feeling of empowerment and takes pressure off guys to perform. She hadn’t bothered to turn off the bedside lamps in the well-lit room but that seemed not to bother either of them. Beau lay back, his eyes closed as she eagerly fucked him. They lay on the bed’s far side, evidently in anticipation we were soon to join them. The bed covering was pushed to the bottom edge and the sheets were rumpled by their fucking.
As Sherry and I disrobed, her eyes were affixed on her fiance and my wife. Squeezing my cock, she muttered, “That’s so fucking hot.” She knelt and took my tool into her mouth and her head bobbed excitedly. Leaning a hand onto the dresser, I shuddered and ran my fingers through her hair. I pulled her up and urged her back to the bed alongside my wife and Beau. My mouth covered her breast and she reached to grip my wife’s hand. I wriggled down between her thighs and tongued her clitoris until she whimpered, “Fuck me. Fuck me. please.” At the moment I crawled between her legs and inserted my dickhead into her opening, Beau flipped my wife over and began fucking her missionary style. Gigi wailed in response. Sherry gyrated her hips as I pummeled her pussy.
Gigi’s and Beau’s eyes were locked onto the other’s. Her lower lip trembled as he fucked her in swift and unmeasured thrusts. My wife’s long legs wrapped about his waist and her heels kicked his buttocks. She screamed, “My pussy’s a’steamin’!” And as he continued to hammer her cunt, she screamed, “Oh my goddd!” He responded unintelligibly. The expression on face was like his mind was lost in the moment. Gigi reached to Sherry and placed a hand onto a breast. The touch seemed to effect the girl like an hot electric wire against bare flesh. She thrust her hips against me, and our flesh slapped in rhythm like a metronome as I fucked her. She reached to her mons and stroked her clitoris.
My mind swirled as if I were in an untethered free-fall. Her warm cunt squeezed my cock like a board in a vice. We stared at the other a moment and I leaned to kiss her deeply. Soon, I realized I was about to ejaculate into her cunt and warned, “I’m about to cum.” She cried out, “Oh fucking yes! Do it! I want it!”
Within seconds, my jizz jetted into her tunnel. I stoked her canal until every droplet was depleted. Her hand jerked rapidly on her clitoris until the moment she writhed and sobbed as her climax rolled through her body.
Beau fucked my wife another minute or so and soon the two shuddered, moaned and sighed in mutual orgasms.
Beau and I rolled off our women and lay on each side of them. Referring to Beau beginning work at the bank where she works, Gigi joked, “This is pretty good way to carry on employee relations, isn’t it?” Laughing, Sherry said, “If my workplace offered this perk, I could never quit.”
Beau looked over to us and said, “I can’t imagine her looking for another job anyway. She was told this week she is being sent away two weeks for management training. She interjected, “Yeah, I’ll be gone two weeks the first of February. Being the newest employee, I was concerned my team mates would be offended. I was surprised when they crowded around and applauded. Our supervisor announced he and management agree I’m qualified and no one gave me any negative vibes. I hope their opinion is right.” I responded I can understand it. Her personality is as good as any I know and it’s difficult to imagine anyone disliking her. She has what seems a permanent smile and a maturity I have rarely seen in others her age. After a relatively short time on the job, her supervisor and the company’s general manager have told her the two-year training program at the trade school seems equivalent to four years on the job for most aircraft mechanics. And, she’s pretty smart.
We congratulated her and Beau said, “She already makes more than I will for a while. I can’t afford not to marry her.” She punched him on a bare shoulder and joked, “Nothing wrong with that, little buddy. You can look on me as your Sugar Momma.” We all laughed at that. Gigi asked me to get some drinks from the fridge, so I took their orders and served them with straws and napkins in bed.
My wife looked at the two and inquired what time they anticipated leaving in the morning, then added, “You’re welcome to spend the day with us if you like. We have no plans for tomorrow.” Beau said, “Sure,” and Sherry added, “I would love that.”
The four of us were fucking once again sometime during the night. Gigi shut off the bedside alarm clock and we didn’t awaken at our usual time of 5:30. I woke up before any and puttered around the house; but all were finally up by ten, showered, and bundled up for a drive to the City park. We crunched through an inch of snow as we walked through its wooded path and around the lake. We went to lunch at the diner across the street and drove up the mountain to look out over the city below. We had a late lunch at the log cabin restaurant halfway back down the mountain. The owner and waiter again had an opportunity to try figuring out our four-way - or is it six-way - relationship. I’m pretty sure they now realize we have an advanced sexual connection with Gigi’s boss and his wife and separately with this younger couple, but neither mentioned that as they talked with us. For that reason, neither is likely to mention to Gigi’s boss or his wife that we were here with Beau and Sherry; but even if either should, Mr. and Mrs. B. know we are friends with Beau and his family.
When we returned home, Sherry and I fucked in the guest bedroom while Gigi and Beau were in a noisy romp in our marital bedroom. Each of us left our bedroom doors open, and my wife and he walked in to watch us from the doorway a few minutes. We took them to a light dinner downtown and they left about five-thirty yesterday afternoon. Sherry asked if we were free next Friday night, but we will be with my wife’s boss and his wife at their mountain cottage that night; Gigi didn’t mention the cottage, only that we were “going out” with them. The four of us settled on our going out for dinner the following evening. No one mentioned a foursome on that night, but that’s understood.
Gigi said she wants to do it “differently” that night but hasn’t decided just what that might be. I’ll leave that to her and them to figure out.
We went to church this morning and Gigi led her Sunday school class as a fill-in moderator. I don’t usually attend her class but did this time and thought she handled it well. She has a gift for gab, considerable Biblical knowledge, and interspersed her speech with whatever related jokes that came to mind as she talked. Several of her 24-member class congratulated her on the message and she was pleased with that.
As we were driving home, I told her, “If a ‘perfect’ marriage is possible, I think we have it.” She turned to me with a smile and said, “That’s what I think too. I have no intention of messing it up.”
Neither do I. I think this new year has started off pretty well.
~ Des
When I was in high school a neighbor girl's father was a fishing boat captain and he gave her the middle name of Ferry and her friends called her by her middle name. 
