Penni

"Let's try something different," I suggested.

I pulled out of her slowly, turned her on her back, tucked a pillow under her hips and, with her legs almost straight up, located her ass and slowly reentered her. She never resisted. Her only response was more whimpering moans.

I began to stroke firmly in and out of her ass while Joyce rubbed her clitoris. I could feel my orgasm building as I pushed deep inside her. She reached another orgasm. The action of her muscles set me off and I came on the in stroke. I rested there a short time and slowly pulled out. A small amount of white fluid dribbled from her open orifice.

Anne rolled on her side, drew her knees up in a fetal-like curl and mumbled, "That was incredible," and fell asleep.

I went into the bathroom to clean up and take a leak. When I returned, I picked up Anne and carried to into the guest bedroom. Penni and Joyce covered her and made sure she was comfortable.

We went back to the master bedroom and the three of us spent the rest of the evening doing what three naked people do when they have all night.

I woke in the morning with both women draped over me. I have to admit, it was the best morning I could remember. Two women I cared for were naked with me in bed and we had memories to replay at our leisure. When I moved they woke up, smiled at me and kissed each other 'good morning.'

We managed to take a shower together although it was a tight fit and led to more laughter than sex. After we dried each other, Anne went into the guest room to get clean panties, bra and a new outfit. Penni and I went to our bedroom to get dressed as well.

We met in the kitchen and scraped together breakfast with a lot of coffee. Joyce reported that Anne was still asleep and didn't look like she had moved all night. Joyce had an early afternoon flight back home. Penni offered to drive her to the airport and they left around eleven am. It was a two hour round trip to the airport so I expected Penni home near one pm.

Anne stumbled into the kitchen about ten minutes after they left. She had wrapped a sheet around herself and looked exhausted although she had slept for over a dozen hours. She sat at the table and I gave her a mug of coffee, black. I explained that Joyce and Penni had gone to the airport. She sipped the coffee and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I responded.

"No. I mean thank you for last night. It was the most intense hour of my life. I thought that last orgasm was going to tear me apart. I wanted it to stop and I wanted it to never stop. I wanted to scream, laugh and cry at the same time. It was wonderful." The sheet had fallen while she talked and her breasts were moving up and down with her breathing. "I don't remember much after that," she added.

I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything.

"Do we have time to do it again this morning?"

This time I had to answer. "I don't think that's the right thing to do. It would be anticlimactic after last night and you should hold on to the feeling as long as you can. Anyway, I'm pretty beat and I don't think I could do you justice."

"I see your point. You're probably right, but I want to get together with you and Penni again."

Again, I didn't respond. I offered her something to eat but she refused. She thought she should head home. I agreed so I helped her retrieve her purse with her underwear from the living room, find her clothing and make them presentable enough for her to drive home. She left the sheet in the kitchen while we worked so the voyeur in me was content.

When she was dressed, I walked her to car and she drove unsteadily away.

I cleaned up the kitchen and picked up the rest of the clothing from the bedroom. I assumed the second set of lady's panties belonged to Joyce. I stripped both beds and started the first load of wash. I opened some windows, put the living room back to rights and applied fabric cleaner to some spots on the sofa cushions. I remade our bed and set aside the bedspread the take to the cleaners. By the time Penni returned the place looked and smelled presentable.

The only thing I missed took Penni five minutes to find. I was sitting in the living room sipping a glass of Ravenswood Zinfandel and holding another glass for her. She came into the room holding a DVD. I knew immediately which disc it was. She had recovered it from the player in the bedroom. She sat next to me on the sofa, held up the video and asked, "What the hell are we going to do with this?"

"I have several suggestions, all bad."

"Yeah?"

"I could slip it into an unused locker at the gym; I could leave it in the coffee room at work, we could give it to one of the high school football players or we could keep it and watch it together."

"Watching it together, or even separately, is out of the question. I'm not against watching a little porn with you, but this goes too far."

"So destroying it, it is."

I took the disc from Penni, stood up and headed for our home office. I turned on the paper shredder and fed the disc slowly into the slot. The shredder strained under the load but did an excellent job of converting the plastic disc to crosscut plastic rubble. I went to the bedroom to retrieve the DVD case. I stripped the paper cover inserts and fed them to the shredder as well. I examined the case for any incriminating evidence and, finding none, tossed it into the recycle bin.

When I returned to the living room, Penni was sipping her glass of wine and holding mine for me. I slipped behind her on the sofa and she leaned back against me with my right arm draped over her shoulder.

"Done?" she asked.

"Done," I answered. "Gone forever."

"You know we're going to have to buy another one."

"Probably. No hurry and less intense."

"Amen to that," she said as she held up her glass and we toasted the idea.

We leaned back and sipped our wine for a while pondering our future. Penni reached up and held my hand. She placed it on her breast and rubbed it around. Soon her blouse was unbuttoned and my hand was inside her bra rubbing her nipple.

"You know," she said, "making love to you without witnesses is going to feel like a new experience."

"I like new experiences," I offered.

One thing led to another and another and another, and it was early evening before we wandered back into the living room, naked and disheveled. I retrieved the bottle of wine and poured new glasses for each of us. We sat back on the sofa and resumed the position we were in before the interruption.

Eventually, Penni asked, "Did we go too far this weekend?"

"Maybe just a little. However, it was fun. Are we okay?"

"We are but what are we going to do about Anne?"

"You noticed?"

"How could I miss it?"

"I'm uncomfortable with her. She was hanging on me like a love struck puppy. It made me very uncomfortable. I need to keep my distance from her. I have no, repeat, absolutely none, desire to be alone with her and even with the three of us I think she'd try to monopolize me."

"I agree. I'll have a talk with her and see if I can let her down gently."

"Thanks, but I didn't mean to infer that you shouldn't continue to see her. After all, she's your friend and your time with her seems, at least to me, to be valuable to you. In fact, it was valuable to both of us."

"I get it, but something changed this weekend and, if I don't get intimate with her again, I'll be okay with that."

Anne called two days later. Penni carried the phone into the bedroom and shut the door to speak with her. I don't know what she said but I assume it was something like, "Roger's not available, however, if you want to see me, I'm available."

I don't know if Penni ever saw Anne again. We don't talk about it. The last conversation Penni and I had about Anne before she faded from the scene and our consciousness, she told me that Anne had actively sought the company of men and that she had met a guy that was "Roger-like" and they were going on a Caribbean cruise together.

On the other hand, we're in regular contact with Joyce. Penni and she text each other several times a week and I speak with her on the phone often. She lives in a community property state so she's entitled to half of her "ass-hole" husband's property. Her attorney has slowed down the divorce since she believes he's hiding assets and, after meeting him once, she wants it all. Meanwhile, he's moved out of the eight thousand square foot mansion. Joyce says it's too big for just her and she'd like our company to fill her space.

Penni and Joyce are working on a plan to get together for a long weekend, a week or a month. They think the week of Labor Day might work or sometime during the holidays. Joyce promises some surprises. Penni's excited about the possibilities and so am I.

Why wouldn't I be?