When my wife passed away, I was disconsolate. I would spend my time at home broken-hearted and surrounded by the memories of our life together. Everything in my life felt drab. I was neglecting my work and myself.

After a few months of misery, one of my friends, Patty, asked me to go out for a drink with her.

Patty worked for me as an independent contractor. She was one of the Scuba instructors who taught from my dive store.

We met on Saturday and went for a long walk along the Boston waterfront, ending up in a small café.

Knowing her tastes, I ordered an excellent white wine. After a few glasses, I asked her what had prompted her invitation.

"Chris, I don't know what you are living through. It must be terrible, that I know. I recently lost both my grandparents within a week. I was very close to them, and it keeps hurting. Losing your friend and lover must be so much worse. I cannot imagine the pain you are living through.

"I just thought I wanted to be with you so that maybe we could find some healing together. I imagine you alone in your house. That cannot be fun. I have a large apartment, which I occupy alone. What would you think of sharing it with me as my roommate?"

"Patty," I said smiling, "is that an offer to share or a proposition?"

She burst out in a bubbly laugh. "Chris, it is an offer to share; however, who knows. I have to tell you that I am not adverse to men and find you attractive. However, I am especially attracted to women more than I am to men. I guess you might call me bisexual with a decided lesbian penchant."

"Let me think about it. It is very tempting, but it would be a huge step for me."

We then went out for supper. She was a vegetarian; however, she did eat fish. I am the meat and potatoes type. We ended at Legal Sea Food, an excellent upscale seafood restaurant, which also did a nice filet mignon.

Over supper, we talked about our respective losses, what they meant to us, and how we were or were not coping. Both of us ended up teary-eyed. It was a very cathartic experience. I had not talked to anyone about these feelings before, and apparently, neither had she.

As we drove back to her place to drop her off, my mind was racing. Patty was a beautiful woman, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, with a nicely put-together body that showed her Scandinavian background. Her breasts were not huge, but she filled up her sweater adorably and had a well-rounded bottom over a nice set of legs. Taking in this mental inventory, I realized that I was aroused. Her proposition had me thinking of sex for the first time in months.

She told me to stop the car when we got to her driveway. She moved as close to me as she could and turned her face to mine. Our lips met in a tender embrace, which became passionate in seconds. As our tongues met and twined in each other's mouths, we kissed for what seemed to me to be an eternity.

Our lips parted, and I reached for her breast. She pushed my hand away. "Not tonight. Tonight is for you," she said, reaching across and unbuckling my belt and lowering my zipper. Her hand descended into my jockeys and pulled out my cock. Her touch was enough to drive me wild as she stroked it with her soft hand. She shifted her weight and lowered her head towards it. She sucked me softly and slowly. As she licked and sucked me with so much tenderness, my body was wracked with need. It had been an eternity since I had felt desire such as this. As her head bobbed up and down on me, I knew I could not hold out much longer.

"Patty, I'm going to cum."

"Mm… I know."

My cock was now throbbing with desire. I was sure she could feel this as she drew me even deeper into her throat. Finally, I came, jetting thick streams of cum down her throat. She did not miss a drop and kept me in her mouth until my erection subsided. She let go of me, took out a Kleenex, and daintily wiped her face and mouth.

"You have such a nice cock and tasty cum," she said, leaning back towards me and giving me a kiss. Then, she opened the door and stepped out. Her parting words were, "Think about my offer."

I did not see her until the following week when she came in to teach her Wednesday class. We went to the storage locker to draw the equipment she would need. Inside the door, she did something that floored me. Reaching into her jeans, she lowered her hand to her pussy. Pulling it out, she walked to the wall and put a finger against it. It left a distinctive thumbprint.

"See, now you will always have that to remind you of me. Have you given any thought to my proposal?"

"Patty, would it work? I am not ready for a relationship yet."

"Chris, I'm not thinking of it as a relationship. I see it as an arrangement between two friends. Yes, we would screw from time to time when the need arose. However, I want both of us to be able to pursue other opportunities. After all, you might find another girlfriend who would be bisexual. Oh, that would be such a blast," she chuckled.

"Okay, Patty, we have a deal; when do you want me to move in?"

"Anytime you want. I've emptied the second bedroom. All is ready for you."

About a week later, I moved in. It was a large, airy second-floor apartment; my bedroom was also large and airy and gave on an outside balcony. Patty and I shared the living room, bathroom, and kitchen. In addition, we both had a cubbyhole-sized space that served as an office. Life was good. Maybe once or twice a week, Patty would crawl with me into bed, where we would both get what we needed. She was a great fuck. However, it was clear to me that we were not in love. Maybe in lust, just perhaps horny; who knew?

It was a fun relationship. We went diving together, attended concerts, and even went camping. All activities I had not pursued in years.

oOo

We lived on the second floor. Just outside my window, I could see the house below us. I could see down into the kitchen from the balcony outside my room. At night I would often go and sit outside on the balcony and have a cigarette.

There was never any sign of life next door. Then one night, while I was sitting there later than usual, I saw a light come on in the kitchen.

Looking down, I could see a curly-haired brunette doing the dishes. I almost looked away when I realized that she was naked except for a small kitchen apron. Her tits were magnificent, firm perky morsels. So naturally, I ogled her until she finished, and then she turned off the light. This show took place almost nightly for a month.

I was sure she did not know that I was there. Then, one night as I was enjoying my private show, I saw her look up straight at me and blow me a kiss. I didn't know what to make of it but was determined to find out.

The following day was a Sunday. I was outside puttering with and washing my car when she came out into her backyard. She was wearing a tiny blue micro-bikini. Pulling out a deck chair, she lay down to take in the sun. Acting casually, I strolled over to the property line. Seeing me, she beckoned me over.

"Hi," I said, "I'm Chris."

“Hi, Chris, I'm Fiona. How are you?"

"I'm fine."

"Have you been enjoying the little shows I give you?"

"Uh… yes."

"Well, sit down; I need to talk to you. The lady you are living with, is she your wife?"

"No. Why are you asking?"

"I just think that she is just so beautiful. Could you please put some suntan lotion on my back?"

I was wondering what was going on here. The sensuality of touching her body was getting to me. Her skin was soft and blemish-free, and the feel of my hands on her body was causing my shorts to start tenting. I caught her glancing at my crotch, which was at her eye level, causing her to smile. I felt myself blushing.

"Down boy," she said, "I have absolutely no interest in cocks. I see about ten of them a day, and I want my weekends to be cock free."

I muttered an intelligent comment, "Huh… So, what is it with your nightly show? Are you just a cock teaser?

And what do you mean, you see ten cocks a day?"

She went on to explain that she worked at a local massage parlor. She did not screw or give blow jobs but gave men a happy ending. Then, seeing my puzzled expression, she explained that a happy ending meant she jerked them off. As to the nightly show, she did not mind; she was used to men seeing her tits all day, and if it made me happy to look, she did not have a problem with that.

‘Holy fuck! I could visualize her stroking my cock and shooting my spunk all over her tits and belly. Down boy.’

"So why the question about Patty?" I asked.

"Well, you see, I'm a lesbian, and every time I see her, it makes me drool. Are you two an item?"

"No, we are just good friends."

At that point, we changed subjects and spent a pleasant half-hour talking about local restaurants, neighbors, and other mundane topics until I had to return to my chores.

That night when the light came on in the kitchen, I called Patty to come to join me. Fiona was doing the dishes.

The expression on Patty's face was priceless.

"So that is what you do every night out here. You dirty old man!"

"You're the one who told me you were bi, so just shut up and enjoy."

"What if she sees us?"

As Patty uttered those words, Fiona glanced up. When she saw Patty with me, her face lit up. She stopped doing the dishes. Instead, she gave us a little wave and a smile. She then removed her apron and proceeded to step back from the counter and do a pirouette in the middle of the floor to expose her whole body to our gaze.

She was drop-dead gorgeous, with long legs, a tight tush, a gymnast's body, and perky firm tits.

I could sense a change in respiration rate in Patty. Her eyes were riveted on the scene below. Fiona then stretched her leg and placed it on the counter. Then, taking her hand, she brought it to her pussy and started to caress herself.

"What is she doing? Is she trying to seduce you? I saw the two of you chatting and putting suntan lotion on her this afternoon."

"Just watch," I told her. "I will explain everything to you later."

Fiona stopped her show at that moment. She blew a kiss towards us, pointed directly at Patty, and made a motion signifying she wanted her to come over.

"Does that mean what I think it means?” Patty asked.

"Well, there is only one way to find out. Go over and see."

Patty blushed, turned around walked off the porch. I saw her go over and ring the doorbell. She disappeared inside. I stayed and finished my cigarette. Ten minutes later, they both appeared in the kitchen, blew a kiss my way, and waved goodbye.

I went to bed with my mind full of erotic visions of what might be happening next door and gave myself a happy ending. The following morning was Monday, and I prepared to go to work. Before leaving, I decided to check up on Patty. She did not seem to have slept in her bed. I did not see her for the rest of the week.

The following Friday, I went out on the porch, and the light was on in the kitchen below me. The room was empty, so I just sat there enjoying the breeze and the stillness of the night. Suddenly Patty and Fiona walked into the room. They were both naked. They turned towards each other and hugged. This, I thought, was for my benefit, to tell me all was okay. They then both looked at me, blew me a kiss, and motioned for me to come over. When I pointed to my chest to say 'Me?' both nodded their head.

When I rang the doorbell next door, Fiona answered and invited me to come in. She was naked as the day she was born but much prettier. She led me to the living room, where I found Patty in a similar costume. The male gallant reflex took over. You could almost hear my cock go sproing. Patty came over and gave me a full-body hug. I was sure she could feel my erection against her.

"Sit down, Chris. Would you like some wine?"

I took a seat on the couch, acting like a zombie. The girls went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine and some finger food. The contrast between them was dramatic; Fiona was slender, long-legged, and tanned, with auburn hair. Patty was deliciously rounded, creamy-complexioned, and blond. They sat one on either side of me. I was conscious of the heat of their naked bodies next to mine when both snuggled against me.

Patty spoke up first, telling me how sorry she was to have left without saying a word and ignoring me for the whole week. Then Fiona told me how grateful she was that I had called Patty out to watch her show.

"We want to show you how grateful we both are and to give you a special reward for being such a nice guy."

"Hey, I did nothing special to deserve a reward."

Patty said, "Shut up, you dear man. Stop trying to be a nice person. Just accept what we gladly give to you."

Taking me by the hand, she led me to the bedroom. Both of them proceeded to strip me of my clothes. They then pushed me to the bed, where I landed flat on my back, with my cock waving like a flag.

Fiona looked at Patty and said, "You were lucky; that's a beautiful cock. Take it from me; there are not many like that." She crawled over to me and gave it a little kiss on the tip. "Chris, you are the first man I will fuck in over ten years. Promise to be gentle with me; it will be as if you are fucking a virgin."

During all of this, I was speechless. I could not believe this was not a joke the girls were playing on me.

Reality set in when they flipped me over on my stomach, and I felt four hands spreading oil on my back and legs. Then, they started to give me a long slow sensual massage.

Their hands stroked, feathered, and massaged every inch of my back and legs. One of their hands came between my legs and gently tickled my balls, causing me to want to turn over. They forced my body down, and Fiona told me to be patient.

They then flipped me over to continue this erotic head-to-foot massage. My cock was drenched in my pre-cum; however, they avoided touching it. Patty came and gave me a kiss as they continued massaging me. She whispered in my ear, "Close your eyes."

Two legs straddled my thighs, and someone held my cock straight up. Slowly my cock sank into the tightest pussy I had ever enjoyed. I opened my eyes, and Fiona was straddling me. I now understood her comment about being a virgin. She was so tight that it was almost painful. I looked at her, and she smiled down at me, but I could tell this was hard for her. I told Patty to rub her clit. Patty's fingers started to massage her slowly. I could sense her get progressively wetter as my cock sank deeper into her inch by inch. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, I was entirely in her pussy. I told her to stop and not move until she got accustomed to my size.

Reaching out, I caressed her tits. Her nipples grew as I teased them with my fingers. Then, she started to ride me slowly and languorously, her hips moving up and down on me. Her eyes grew wide, and I could feel my cock lubricated by her juices as it rubbed her inner pussy. She was making whimpering sounds as she rode me faster and faster. Finally, my hips rose to meet her, and I could feel the tip of my cock against her cervix.

I knew I would not be able to last long at this pace. Her moans were now audible as she clamped down on my cock. I saw her body grow tense, and my cock was drenched with her sweet juices. Returning the favor, I shot my thick cum deep into her. I pulled her toward me and cradled her in my arms while she regained her breath.

Patty came over and gave her a kiss. "Better than a dildo, my love?" she asked her.

Fiona smiled at her, "If I had only known. Chris, you are fantastic."

Patty pushed Fiona on her back and separated her thighs. She lapped and sucked her cunt clean of my juices and caused Fiona to start to moan again. Fiona rolled her over and moved between Patty's thighs.

The sight of them pleasuring themselves was so sexy. I felt my cock rise to new heights.

Patty stopped suddenly and said, "I have an idea. Fiona, get down and spread them. Chris suck Fiona's pussy while, Fiona sucks me, and I will do her. But, Chris, hold back and do not cum. I have a part two planned."

I was delighted, as I wanted to taste Fiona's hot, tight pussy. I fell to it with a vengeance, spreading her wide. I trailed my tongue from her anal pucker to her clit repeatedly. Each time I touched her asshole, she pushed back against my tongue. Seeing that she was enjoying the attention her ass was getting, I started to probe her deeper and deeper. Finally, I felt her opening up, and I managed to get my tongue into her ass. I used my hand to rub her clit. The motions of her body were betraying her. She was going to cum.

Patty had been licking and sucking my cock tip between her hot lips and just toying with me. She stopped her play when she sensed that I wanted more. I could feel and hear her moans. Fiona must have been giving her a wonderful tongue lashing. My tongue was now fully into Fiona when I felt her ass clamp down on and my tongue and the fingers toying with her clit drenched with her cum.

Patty asked me, "What did you do to her? I have never seen her lick and suck my cunt that hard."

"Patty, it was so good! I never realized my butt was so sensitive. Thank you for showing me that, Chris."

"Oh, I have another idea. Fiona lay down and spread, dear. We are going to sixty-nine. Chris, I want you to wait, and I will tell you what to do once we're ready."

My cock was already hard and ready from the mouthing and licking Patty had given me. I watched the lovely spectacle of the two girls loving one another. Patty looked at me after a few minutes and motioned for me to get behind her. Puzzled, I obeyed. She spread her ass cheeks open. She wanted her ass fucked. I had tried to do that in the past, and she had always refused.

I brought the tip of my cock to her anus, and she pushed back against me. She was very tight. Realizing that I was taking her anal virginity, I resolved to be gentle and make it good for her. I pushed slowly to lodge the head of my cock barely into her opening. It was a very tight fit, and I worried about hurting her. Fiona was still licking Patty's pussy below me. I do not know what she did, but I could feel Patty slowly open up to my cock.

Inch by inch, I slid deeper into her until my balls rested on her pussy lips. Then, I just stopped to let her get accustomed to me. Fiona, the sneaky little thing, licked my balls and sucked on them. As soon as I felt that Patty was fully open to me, I stroked my cock in and out of that wonderfully tight, hot hole. My precum provided more lubrication, and now I could slide in and out more easily.

As I thrust forward, I drove Patty's face into Fiona's cunt. Patty was now moaning. Whether from what Fiona was doing to her or because of me, I neither knew nor cared. The incredibly tight fit was making my cock throb. I felt my body tense up and started shooting volumes of cum up her ass.

Both girls were moaning, and I could tell they were also having mutual orgasms. I pulled out of Patty, my cock popping out with a sucking sound. The fit had been that tight. Finally disentangled, Fiona came over, took my dripping cock, and sucked it clean.

"Patty, you taste good from all sides. But I think you had better get used to me playing with your ass from now on. I have a strap on that will fit you nicely. Chris, it was funny; I could feel your cock through her pussy wall. What are you doing, trying to change me from being a lesbian?"

Patty turned to me and kissed me. "You were so gentle with me; thank you. I needed to give you the only part of me you had not yet had."

We all lay there, our bodies wrapped around one another. I was drained both physically as well as emotionally. My eyes heavy, I drifted off to sleep.

Come morning, after I woke up, they were still asleep at my side with their bodies in a tight embrace. I got dressed in silence and went back home. I realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and that I should not seek to repeat it. Their love was so tender I did not want to sully it.

oOo

The doorbell rang, and when I opened the door, Patty, Fiona, and another woman were standing on the stoop.

They came into the living room and sat down. "Chris, this is Janice. She is looking for a place to live, and I thought you could use a new flatmate since I was moving next door."

I looked at Janice, and she smiled at me.

"So tell me, Janice, why are you homeless?"

"Chris, my boyfriend kicked me out after I learned to dive. He resented that I could and was out diving on weekends."

"Patty has been grooming me to be a dive master as I want to take an instructor course as soon as I can."

I had been looking at this cute freckled redhead while she spoke. She was very appealing with her long legs, healthy bust, and copper curls.

"Well, Chris, what do you think?" Patty asked. "I've gotten to know her over the past few months, and I think you could not find a better flatmate. Plus, she is not bi or lesbian. Although God knows Fiona and I have tried to seduce her,” she said with a giggle.

"So not only do I get a flatmate, but a potential dive buddy as well?"

"Yes, and perhaps much more," she grinned as she came over next to me and stroked her hand over the front of my shorts, causing my cock to stand at attention.

"Patty, behave," Fiona said. "Chris, that girl is a veritable sex maniac."

"Janice, I will tell you this. Chris is a wonderful and tender lover. Even Fiona could vouch for him," Patty said.

Janice looked at me as both Fiona and I blushed. Then, she looked at Fiona, who nodded her head in silent agreement."

Trying to change the subject, I asked Janice when she would move in.

"Today, if you accept me," she said.

With that, Janice moved in.

I scarcely saw her all that week. Between my work and hers, our schedules did not mesh. 

Saturday came, and I knew that Janice would be diving with Patty while I had a class all day. So after the class when I got home, I grabbed a bite to eat, and went to bed.

I felt a warm, soft body, cuddle up to mine in the middle of the night.

As I came to consciousness, a pair of lips gave me a kiss. "Chris, I need some tender, passionate, love. I rolled to my side and kissed Janice as we entered the long slow dance of love.

When we woke up the following day, after a long talk and more loving, Janice moved into my room, where she has been ever since.

Twenty years later:

Last week we had a call from Patty. She and Fiona are coming up for the Jazz Festival. She asked me if I knew a B and B where they could stay. When I told her the prices, she was shocked. So I offered them my place for the weekend. She laughed and asked if I was part of the offer. I told her I could sleep on the couch if they wanted.

I heard her chuckle and say, “We’ll see,” as she hung up.