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In confirmation of my belief, when the duo climbed from the pool Griffin kissed his daughter on the cheek and said a few words before he walked toward the still-intertwined female threesome and sat next to them, while Heather climbed into the lounger with me, naked, wet and purring like a kitten.

“You’re a good man, Roger,” she said before moving her lips to meet mine.  While we kissed I felt a trickle of liquid fall on the leg that was at her crotch.  Not seeing it, I imagined it was a remainder of her father’s ejaculated semen dribbling from her, and for some reason that spurred me back to hardness more than our tongue-dueling kiss.

She felt my erection against her and moaned softly.  “You’re quite a woman,” I whispered.

Her eyes met mine as she said, “You really think I’m special, even if I fucked my dad?”

“I may be constantly horny but I do know how to assess a woman beyond how my dick responds.”

She giggled.  “Your dick responds to
anything
,” she said and giggled again.  “What I respond to is you calling me a woman and not a girl.  Most men wouldn’t think of me as anything other than a girl.  You’ve convinced me that you look for other things than just a warm body with tits.”

I smiled and said, “I guess ‘warm body with tits’ includes Jackie too.”

She laughed, “You’re crazy…but I love crazy.”  We kissed again and apparently without any indecision she slid on top of me and slid down and around my throbbing member. Her hips moved like a jackhammer as she fucked me without any effort on my part.  I knew I would cum soon, and when she whispered, “I’m yours as long as you want me,” my release was upon me.  “Oh Rogerrrrrrr,” she murmured as the wet output of our climaxes comingled where they were meant to be.

We weren’t aware we had an audience until Carolyn said to Nadine, “Don’t they look good together?”

Nadine didn’t answer since I was sure she still had reservations about what was going on.  I caught Jan’s eye and she looked conflicted too.  I choose not to look at Griffin.

Heather spoke for both of us.  “You guys can’t have all the fun,” she said as she hugged me harder.

Eventually we had a drink for the road while getting dressed.  That’s when I found out about the deal and the subsequent invitation.  And that’s when I made my own.

Jan and I said our goodbyes with plenty of kisses.  When I kissed Heather she whispered, “I meant it, you know.  I’m yours if you want me.”

Now I was the conflicted one, thinking about her emotions and her motivation.  Would she feel differently tomorrow?

Chapter 21

Jan

After all the glorious lovemaking with Griffin, it was like icing on a cake being showered with affection by the two older but still sexually hot women.  I surprised myself since I never had bisexual feelings before.  Carolyn, and especially Nadine knew exactly which buttons of mine to push, and them being bisexual women made sense that they did.  They solicited one fantastic orgasm after another from my shaking body, as they coached me on how to give as well as receive.

When we were done and before Griffin came over to join us Nadine asked me if I could visit her one night during the week.  “Would you like to spend time with Griffin and me?” was how she put it.

I told her yes and immediately began fantasizing about the threesome.  Then thinking of Roger I said, “My husband won’t like it.”

“Because he’ll want to watch?”

“Maybe,” I said.

That’s when Carolyn spoke.  “Whichever night you pick maybe I can call the girls and we can take him to Vibe with us.  He’s such a party animal and a gamer.  We’ll keep him occupied,” she finished with a laugh.

That’s when Griffin approached.  He was naked and one look at his cock made me question if he just had sex.  I knew Roger was unashamed about jerking off around our little circle so maybe that’s what Griffin did.  Not until I saw naked Heather did I wonder otherwise.

“What are you three conspiring?” he asked.

Nadine explained the invitation, and his eyes lit up when I accepted.  Bless you, Roger for opening this new world up to me!

After we were dressed Carolyn offered to invite Roger to Vibe on the same evening.  She made the invitation before Nadine explained about my separate invitation.  Roger asked me if that’s what I wanted, and when I said yes, he seemed okay with it.  Then the devil wanted to know who would be at Vibe.  When Carolyn guessed on who might be there the devil’s eyes lit up like Griffin’s had moments ago.  And that was without any mention of Jackie!

My darling devil turned to Heather and asked if she’d ever been to the club.  When she said she hadn’t, Roger looked to Carolyn for approval before inviting her himself.

Carolyn chuckled and said, “You say yes, girl, and the place will never be the same again.”  She looked at Nadine and then added, “Your mother’s wanted to show you off for a long time.”

I thought the comment made Heather uncomfortable, like she was a piece of artwork, or worse a piece of meat.  I kept that observation to myself.  All I had to go on in assessing the Vibe scene was what I’ve heard.  Strangely I trusted Roger to keep Heather emotionally safe more than her own mother.

Roger was very inquisitive the rest of the day.  He kept after me, asking if I had a good time with the women and how I was getting along with Griffin.  Soon he asked about the planned night at the Langmans’ house, pressing me on how comfortable I was with it.  I assured him I was all for it, and my enthusiasm (and arousal) must have been all over my face since he pressed me no more.  In turn we talked about Heather.  I suspected something happened today that I never saw but he didn’t spill what it was.  I remembered my impression of Griffin’s not-so-flaccid cock and my suspicions.  Maybe I’d never know, and that might be a blessing.

“Are you really looking forward to an evening at Vibe or are you just going for my sake?”

“I’ll be honest, a little of both, plus I want to protect Heather.  You wouldn’t want her in the house when you’re in bed with her parents, do you?”

“Not really,” I said.  “You think she’s that vulnerable?”

“Until she sorts out her feelings for her father and how you now fit in with the family I’m not sure what she would do.  I’d rather not take any chances.”

Roger wasn’t as ‘readable’ as he usually is.  Something was bothering him and I hoped it wasn’t second thoughts on what he set in motion.  He might be wondering if I love Griffin.  I wasn’t sure I knew the answer to that.  We’ve progressed from the initial animal magnetism to something way beyond that.  But was it love?  And if it was, where did Nadine fit in?  After all, I was going to sleep with both of them.

What we all ended up calling “Vibe Night” came quickly, as I knew I would that evening.  Roger didn’t have to do it but he did a lot of touching and squeezing while I dried off from the shower and dressed, so much so that I was so hot I almost couldn’t breathe.  He kissed me.  Starting out innocently enough our kiss grew hotter by the second as I radiated my heat to him and he refracted it back.

Eventually he whistled and said, “This is the January I married.  This is what I miss.  Can I talk you into cancelling the date and going to bed?”

“Do you mean that?” I asked.  He looked so conflicted I had to add “I love you, Roger.  I always will.”

“I love you too, so now go see the Langmans and show them how lucky they both are to have you in their bed.”

After wishing him a good night I glanced back at him as I walked to my car in the driveway.  His casual chic clothing was perfect for a nightclub and he looked fabulous in it.  I had a pang of something—guilt, jealousy?—go through me as I waved goodbye.

Griffin greeted me at the door, his lust for me oozing from every pore.  When Nadine joined us as Griffin mixed me a cocktail, she was her usual aloof self yet I watched her slowly thaw as the three of us sat and talked.  I had the impression that the events of this past weekend had led to an understanding between them, as Griffin was attentive but not clingingly so.  He was dressed casually, as I was.  However, Nadine wore a cocktail dress that left little to the imagination at both ends.  She didn’t need to dress that provocatively for me, although maybe it was for her husband’s sake, reminding him of her assets before he jumped
my
bones.

Much of our conversation centered on how the others would fare at Vibe.  Nadine was quick to praise my husband for how he treated Heather, without overtly mentioning sex.  She added, “Carolyn promised to watch after her too, although I’m sure Roger will make sure she has fun.  After all, your husband already proved he can hold his own in a place like that.”

I’d never been to Vibe.  Her ‘place like that’ comment made me wonder anew how wildly homosexual the club was.  I couldn’t match Roger up with the atmosphere that had been painted for me, though I knew Roger’s adventurous spirit and boyish enthusiasm would make the fit better.  Of course, then I thought of Jackie and what I’d heard about them, and shook my head.

“What was that for?” Griffin asked.

“Oh, I was just imagining Roger dancing with another transgender girl like Jackie at the club.”

Nadine chuckled, “You two are definitely a unique couple.”

“Yes…we…are,” I reflected aloud.

Griffin sat next to me and said as his hand lay on my upper leg, “I’m glad you and Roger have the relationship that you have.  You wouldn’t be here with us otherwise.”

I wasn’t sure if Griffin understood any more than I did how our ‘relationship’ truly worked.  I was simply pleased Roger had opened me up to the new possibilities.  Griffin’s hand was between my now-trembling thighs.

Nadine sat on the other side of me on the big sofa, and while her husband teasingly rubbed my crotch she caressed one of my breasts.  My nipples ached already.  She whispered in my ear, “Griff’s in love with you, dear, but he wants to share you a little with me.”  My legs spread as if on automatic pilot.  I shuddered and felt my panties dampen.

I turned to Griffin and said barely above a croak, “Carry me to the bedroom…now…”

He scooped me up into his arms, kissed me then carried me upstairs like a child.  They both undressed me before taking their own clothes off.   Nadine’s nipples were puckered and distended while Griffin’s cock was fully erect and already oozing pre-cum.  Nadine was the first to go down on me.  With her expert tongue she had me cumming in seconds.  She announced that I was “sweet.”  Nadine then hovered above me, rubbing her massive tits against mine making sure there was plenty of nipple-to-nipple contact while Griffin took his turn at my wet and hungry pussy.  Griffin uttered an epithet, and that let me know I’d squirted from the intense orgasm he gave me, built upon the first one his wife induced. 

As Nadine kissed me, sliding her tongue deep into my mouth, Griffin entered me easily and wasted no time in fucking me with deep, rapid thrusts.  He was abrading my g-spot well, and along with her tweaking my taut nipples came orgasms three, four and five—but who was counting?

“Oh God, you’re drawing it out of me!” Griffin shouted.  He must have ejaculated pints since I felt the warmth spread within me, causing another orgasmic wave to flow through my euphoric body.  Any screams I might have emitted were trapped by Nadine’s lips still locked onto mine.

We alternated working orally on Griffin’s cock until he grew hard again.  This time we formed a train: Nadine on her back, me on my knees between her legs, and Griffin behind me.  He fucked me solidly while I licked her pussy.  Nadine tactfully guided me to the right spots in between lauding me for how many times I’d cum so far.

I whimpered, “I’m…not…done…yet,” as Griffin had me cumming once more.

Nadine didn’t necessarily moan or scream when she came.  It sounded more like a growl.  What was also different, at least for a novice like me, was the way her vulva twitched and pulsated while she was cumming.  I’d have to ask Roger sometime if mine did that.

In our post-coital torpor I lay between them and let them do all the talking.  Griffin struggled with his words, and within that struggle I knew he wanted to profess his love but couldn’t quite say it with his wife on the other side of me.  Finally, Nadine said, “Oh come on, Griff!  You can say it.  Tell her you love her and stop beating around the bush.”

Griffin blushed then told me that he loved me and hoped our “relationship” would “last forever.”

I was still unsure of the exact nature of our relationship, so I tread lightly around those three little words.  I admitted that I was fond of him and that I needed to get to know him better while deciding the future of my marriage to Roger and where he fit in to all this.  Nadine whispered that she was fond of me both sexually and otherwise, but didn’t want to be a roadblock to anything her husband wanted long-term.  She got out of bed saying, “I’ll leave you two alone so you can get to know each other better.”

We talked for a while longer until the conversation turned into foreplay.  This time I was on top.

Chapter 22

Roger

I watched my wife walk to her car and drive away.  Her smile and jaunty step told me all I needed to know.  She was happy now.  I wanted to be there, like the proverbial fly on the wall and watch everything unfold.  Instead, I’d make the most of my night out with the Vibe regulars.  Carolyn was meeting Heather and together they’d be picking up Carly, while my job was to pick up Clarice, the younger, no-nonsense lesbian I didn’t quite get to know last weekend amid our little orgy.  I mostly had Jackie to blame for that.

Clarice checked me out in that obvious up, down and back up way as I opened my car door for her.  It wasn’t simple appraisal as a heterosexual woman might; rather the look was more of a litmus test to assess my qualification for entry into the club.  Her smile afterward had me figuring I passed the ‘gay chic’ test.

Our conversation on the way to the club was all about my reasons for wanting to go.  I reminded her of my arrangement with Jan and explained why Nadine would not be at the club tonight. She particularly wanted to know if I had a photo of Jan in my wallet.  I promised I’d show her when we got to our destination. She speculated aloud on whether I was really in the closet, citing my adventure with Jackie as proof.  I told her I honestly didn’t try to pigeon-hole myself sexually, and then joked about how lucky I was in not being raised on a farm.