It all started a few years ago. That’s when I first met James.

I remember it as if it
was yesterday. I was sitting on my porch having a cigarette when my cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey buddy, Bruce here.”

“Bruce! I haven’t heard from you in ages. How have you been?”

“Good! Life is good. Look, I can’t really talk long. I just wanted to tell you that
I’m planning to come down this weekend. Can you free up some time for me?”

“Absolutely man. I have to work on Saturday, but I’m free all day on Sunday.”

“Great! James is having a Bar-B-Q Sunday night. We can get together in the
morning, hit a few bookstores, and meet up with James that evening.”

“Sounds like a plan, man!”

Of course, I completely forgot the conversation with Bruce. He had been my best
friend for my whole life, but since he moved away, well, we sort of drifted apart. I was
taken by surprise on Sunday when he showed up at my house. A quick few words of
greeting and we were off. I have to admit, I remember being a bit uneasy. I didn’t know
this ‘James’ person, and I felt a bit awkward about just showing up at his home. The fact
that Bruce knew him, that they were friends, made it a bit less uncomfortable. Still, I felt
a little ill at ease at showing up relatively uninvited.

We finished perusing the bookstores and had some lunch. Well, I had lunch. Taco
Bell. Bruce didn’t eat meat, so he just kept me company whilst I ate. I offered for us to go
somewhere where we could both eat, but he would have none of it.

Evening came and we arrived at James’ home. It was, surprisingly, just a few
blocks from my house. It also had the same basic floor plan, being built from the same
model. The first thing that I noticed was the bookshelves. They took up two walls, and
were packed with books. Most were on religions. All different types of books on all
different types of religions, including pagan, were crammed haphazardly together in no
discernable order. I noticed a large Gnostic bible and became immediately interested in
these people.

Ever since my divorce, I had been thinking about writing a novel. One of the main
characters was going to be a Gnostic. I had read and researched a little bit on Gnosticism,
but a lot of my research seemed to be contradictory. It seemed that no two websites could
agree what modern day Gnosticism actually was. If James had actually read or studied
the Gnostic bible, then maybe he could give me a clearer picture of it than I was able to
gather on my own.
 We didn’t spend much time inside and convened outside to sit by the fire. He had
a makeshift fire pit in his back yard. An old bathroom tub sunk into the ground filled with
twigs, branches, and a fire. It lit up the backyard just enough so that we could all see each
other. I was welcomed as if I was a long time friend. It was nice, but a bit unnerving.
After we ate, we continued to sit outside and talk. We talked about comic books,
cartoons, role playing games, and general nostalgia. Being more than a bit interested in
all of those topics, I was able to join in enthusiastically. Soon I was talking and joking
with them as if I had known them for years.

James has an unofficial wife. I say that because they were joined together with a
pagan celebration, but never bothered with a marriage certificate to make it legal. No
matter, they considered themselves married. To each their own, right? Katrina was
gorgeous. Long black hair cascaded down from an angelic face to her creamy shoulders.
Large pillowy breasts, jutted enticingly from her slender frame. She was laughing and
teasing with all of us. I could see why James was in love with her.

Katrina had two kids, two beautiful girls: Mandy and Emma. They were 16 and
14 at the time. Mandy, though not a voluptuous as her mother, had her mother’s face and
personality. Simply adorably cute in looks and personality. She was very affectionate, and
demanded hugs and kisses from all the guests. She took me a little by surprise when my
turn came, but I was never one to pass up a chance to kiss a pretty girl.

Emma inherited her mother’s bust. Even at 14, she had a chest to rival her older
sister. Emma exuded sensuality with every movement. It was hard not to stare at her
sometimes. I had to keep reminding myself that she was: A) fourteen and B) the daughter
of a possible new friend.

We got around to talking about jobs and such and I told them about the novel that
I was writing. That got James’ attention. He was trying to get into the comic book
business, but wasn’t all that good at writing. He and Katrina were amazing artists. I
offered to let him read what I had written and that began my association and friendship
with James and his family.

It seemed that every time I went to James’ house, Emma would meet me at the
door. She would give me that sexy smile of hers, flash me a quick look at her cleavage,
and lead me inside. She always seemed to put an extra little wiggle in her walk when she
knew I was behind her.

“Hey chief! How are you?”

“Doing good James, yourself?”

“Frustrated with a couple of pages you wrote. I can’t seem to get the perspective
right.”
 “Do I need to do a rewrite?”

“No, I’ll get it … eventually. Beer?”

“Of course”

After my divorce, I had quickly grown to hate living, and eating, alone. James’
frequent invitations to come over to dinner with his family had escalated to the point
where I was there for dinner every night. I felt that I was becoming a regular fixture in
their house and felt like one of the family.

I think they adopted me.

Katrina came over and collected her kiss and I was then sandwiched on the couch
between Mandy and Emma. I could see Katrina struggling to control her giggles over my
predicament. With Emma on one side of me trying to rub her breasts on my arm at every
opportunity and Mandy on the other side trying to eat with one hand while rubbing my
leg with the other, it was difficult to concentrate on eating.

After dinner, I pigeon holed Katrina. “Can you, maybe, talk to the girls?”

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like the attention?”

“I would like the attention much more if they were ten years older and not my
friends’ daughters.”

“Oh poo. They’re just experimenting with their new equipment on someone that
they know is safe. As long as you aren’t going to rip off their pants and do them in the
living room while we’re trying to watch TV, I don’t see a problem.”

“That leaves a lot open Trina.”

“Don’t worry. The girls know the rules.”

Upon retrospect, I probably should have probed more, or pushed harder to have
her stop the kids’ attempts at seduction. But the truth was, I didn’t want them to stop. I
just didn’t want to appear like I was enjoying it.

So dinners at James’ house settled into a routine. Food, fondling, and frustration. I
can not even begin to count all the times I took matters in my own hand once I was back
in my empty house. Thinking about those girls. And their mom.

Weeks turned into months. As the time grew, we learned a lot about each other. I
found out that James used to teach martial arts and worked as an armed bodyguard and
private investigator. Great, just the occupations you want in the father of a couple of
lolitas. I told him about my time in the service and working in psychiatry.

James also told me about his relationship with Katrina.

“No, we never felt the need to get married. Society’s concept of marriage is so
confining and constricting that it just seems to always implode on itself. Half the people I
know that have been married over ten years are either divorced or getting one. The other
half won’t even consider divorce but hate each other. Trina and I have been together well
over ten years and are still very much in love. Why would I want to ruin that?”

“I don’t know James. I hear you though. It’s just that some people don’t consider
a relationship committed unless they have that piece of paper. In fact, I know one guy
who has no problem sleeping with every woman he can get in his bed without his
girlfriend finding out. He says ‘hey, it’s not like I’m married’. Some people see it as an
opening.”

“Oh, we don’t have that problem. Trina and I have an open relationship.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, well, we have veto power over each other but yeah. I already gave her the
go ahead for you.”

How do you respond to something like that? What do you say when your buddy
basically tells you ‘hey, it’s ok to go fuck my wife’? I mean, I’m a believer in open
relationships. I’ve just never found a girlfriend who was. I never knew anyone who had
one. I was unprepared for this in every way imaginable.

James was cool though. He could see it in my face or eyes or whatever. He just
smiled, clapped me on the back, and walked away. Sometimes I need to just stare off into
space for a little bit. It helps me collect my thoughts.

It didn’t help too much that day though. Or the next.

The next day was Saturday, my day off that week. I was planning to sleep ‘till
noon but was awoken at eleven by a knock on the door.

“Trina?”

“Good Morning. Can I come in?”

“Sure, of course. Is everything ok? Is anything wrong?” While I spend most

evenings at James’ house for dinner, I don’t think he’s been at my house more than half a
dozen times. And Trina has never been there.
 “No, nothing’s wrong. I just knew that we both had the day off today.”

“Yeah, we do. I have a day off every weekend and you don’t work weekends. So
we have a day off together every weekend. That doesn’t explain why you’re here
though.”

“Well, the girls have been pestering me about you. Like I said, they know the
rules. So, I figured today would be a good day.”

“OK … look I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Trina didn’t answer. Not with words at least. She simply walked past me towards
my bedroom taking off her top. I could see where Emma learned the saucy wiggle she put
in her walk ‘cause Trina was using it now. When she got to the door of my bedroom she
slid out of her skirt and turned to me. She stood there, kicking off her sandals while
looking at me with mischievous smile on her face. Her ample bosom barely contained by
a red lacy bra. The flat creamy skin of her stomach led down to a red lacy pair of panties.

“Do you want to join me?”

“Um, are you sure about this?”

Trina walked into my bedroom. After a moment, I followed her.

She was lying on my bed, her hair fanned out on my pillow, waiting expectantly. I
quickly disrobed and walked over to the bed. For a few minutes I just looked at her. Her
regular trips to the gym had certainly paid off. She had delicious curves and a flat tummy.
If the only thing I got out of this was this view of her, I would have been satisfied.
Fortunately, I could tell that she wanted more.

I climbed on the bed and started licking and nibbling at her throat. “Tell me what
you like.”

Her breathing begun to grow faster as she answered. “No. Next time. This time I
just want you to do whatever comes naturally.”

I love this view of women. Most of the time a woman looks better barely clothed
than she does naked. Gravity and age can be cruel. The support and cover of good set of
bra and panties adds an air of mystery and enhances the allure of a woman. Most of the
time, this is when a woman is most exciting.

As my lips trailed down to her luscious breasts, I could smell the mixture of
perfume and arousal drifting up from her body. I skipped over the bra and began kissing
and licking her stomach. The bottom of her ribs. Swirling my tongue into her belly
button. Teasing the area right above her panties with my tongue.
 Skipping over the red lace wet with her arousal, I moved to her thighs. Kissing,
nibbling, and licking my way in between those gorgeous legs. She spread her legs to
accommodate me and then further in an invitation to continue where she needs me.

I considered continuing down to her toes, but the scent coming from her center
was too tempting. I sat up and pulled her panties off. She shaved. There was a little tuft
left at the apex of her split but the rest was smooth. I began licking her outer lips an
perineum, just to collect the moisture there and I could hear her moans of approval.

Her hand reached down and laid gently on the top of my head, fingers twirling in
my hair as I licked the oils from her flesh. I moved to her center and licked her outer lips,
going deeper with every lick. Her hip began to gently lift as I licked, as if trying to get
more pressure or penetration. My tongue found her clit and I gave it a couple of flicks
before circling my lips around it. It was big enough to suck on so I alternated licking and
sucking on it.

The hand on my head closed, capturing a fistful of hair as I heard a sharp intake of
breath from Trina. Her other hand fell on my shoulder and I felt her nails dig in. Both
hands were now pulling me tight to her pussy, trying to increase the stimulation of her
clit.
As I continued, I could hear her moans alternating with cute little squeaks. Her
knees were drawn up to facilitate her humping her pussy into my mouth. Her hand came
off my shoulder and was now mauling her breast. I could see her eyes closed and mouth
open in a continuous moan. The squeaks interspersed in her moan came faster and faster
as she got closer to her orgasm.

Her pussy was delicious in look and taste. I could have feasted at her center all
day. The noises of excitement and arousal that she made were like a road map for me to
follow to her peak.

Her excitement kept building as I licked and sucked on her clit. The hand in my
hair informed me that she wanted more pressure on her button, so I complied. My face
was smeared with her juices, I had her scent all over me, and she was about to pop. I bit
down gently on her clit and she exploded. I could barely hear her scream of release as she
clamped her thighs around my head. Her hips lifted completely off the mattress and
mashed her pussy to my mouth. Her hand closed into a balled fist tight on my head,
pulling my hair almost out. Her whole body was locked rigid for ten to twenty seconds as
the orgasmic waved washed over her body.

Then it was over. Her hand released my hair. Her hips crashed to the bed. Her
thighs fell open. And her pussy was a swamp of oily juice.

I gently began licking her clean as she got her breathing back under control.

“Oh god, that was good. Come up here, I want you inside of me.”
 “I’m not done down here yet, if you don’t mind.”

“Mind? No, knock yourself out.”

I continued licking around her lips, staying away from her clit as I knew it would
still be too sensitive. I slowly slid my finger inside of her, just to give her pussy
something to grip. I could tell immediately she would be tight. She clamped down on my
finger tighter than I can remember any pussy being able to.

“Damn, you’re tight. Are you sure you had two kids?”

“I do my kegel exercises every day.”

I had heard about kegel exercises, but again, never met anyone who actually did
them. “Looks like it works great.”

I slowly started to lick closer to her inner lips and gently move my finger in and
out of her pussy.

“Mmmmmm.”

When I got to her clit, she was no longer hyper-sensitive and welcomed the
attention. I curled my finger up and began rubbing her g-spot. I could hear her breathing
begin to get harder and her moans kicked up another notch. I sucked her clit into my
mouth again. Her fist closed on my hair again, pulling my mouth harder into her pussy. I
began pumping my finger in and out of her sweet pussy while rubbing her g spot.

She started squeaking again but this time they were more guttural, almost grunts.
Her hips began humping up to my hand and mouth and her free hand went to mauling her
breasts.

Being already excited, it didn’t take her long to climb back up to her orgasmic
peak this time. I could hear her grunting increase with the sliding of my finger. I added a
second finger and had those both curled up to reach her g spot. Licking and sucking on
her clit had her almost slamming her pussy against my face.

Then she was there.

“Fuck. Yes. There. Don’t stop.”

I could feel the walls of her pussy clamp down on my fingers as her orgasm hit. I
kept steady stimulation of both her erogenous zones as she rode the waves of her orgasm.
Both her hands were on my head, trying to shove my face inside her. Her ass was off the
bed again, her arched body being held up off the mattress by her heels and shoulders.
 Then she crashed down, but I still wasn’t done. I straitened out my fingers but
kept them moving. I kept licking her pussy moved just below her clit. As soon as she
caught her breath, I moved back to her clit and curled my fingers back to her g spot. I
ignored her as she tried to push my head away and begged me to stop. I sucked and
nibbled on her clit alternating with hard pressure with my tongue. I stroked the spongy
spot on the roof of her pussy. Her hips were slamming up to my mouth even as she was
trying to push me away. Then she came again.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck.”

This time, I didn’t ease up on her clit or her g spot. I could feel the multiple
orgasms rolling over her in continuous waves.

“Oh, god. Oh, god. Wait, wait. Fuck. Aiiieeee. Oh, god. No more. Wait. Aiiieeeee.
Oh fuck. Please. I can’t breath. Oh, god. Aiiiieeeee.”

I kept her going through a couple more orgasms until I couldn’t make out any
words. When she started gibbering I straitened out my fingers and slowed down the
pumping. I let her clit loose and moved to her perineum and outer lips. I kept up this
gentle stimulation to bring her down off of her orgasmic high.

When I finally stopped and pulled my fingers from her pussy, she was lying on
the bed almost hyperventilating. I sucked my fingers clean and walked into the kitchen. It
would take her a minute or two to get her breathing under control so I had time to pour
her a glass of water. She would need it. Her voice was probably a little hoarse.

As I came back to the bedroom, she was giving me a dirty look.

“You trying to kill me?”

“Why would I do that? I’m not done with you yet.”

“The hell you aren’t. Fuck. That was intense. Gimme.”

I handed her the glass of water and she gulped it down. As she drank, I stroked
my fingertips up and down her thighs. I was getting hard and I could see her eyes drop
down to my cock.

“Mmmmmm. I think it’s my turn now.” She said as she put the glass down on the
night table.

I was about to go get a coaster for the glass when she grabbed my ass with both
hands and pulled my cock into her waiting mouth. Deep into her mouth. Balls deep.

I had never been deep throated before. Not because I’ve got a twenty inch dick or
anything silly like that, I just never had been deep throated before.
 It was heaven. She swirled her tongue around the underside of my cock. I could
feel her throat tight around the mushroom head. I had never felt anything so arousing, so
fucking wonderful like that before. Then she swallowed. I swear, the only way I can
describe it is that it felt like the back of her throat was kissing and nibbling my cock. I
started to see stars. Then, she started to hum. I almost came right then. I could feel her
tongue snake out and lick my balls as my whole cock vibrated. If she wasn’t grabbing my
ass so hard, I would have fallen.

She pulled off and gasped foe air and then went right back down on my cock.