Foyer chimes tolled two, as the doorbell rang in unison.

I thought as I opened the door, What a harbinger of good things to come.

There stood my teenage lover, my only dalliance in twenty years of marriage. He had someone with him.

Don, my husband, okayed the tryst just before Elli had gone off to college. We got lots of good sex recalling the episode and replaying it, with variations. Since then, we had been on the straight and narrow path.

Now, Elliot was back! I was ready for another dalliance.

Standing on my tiptoes, I could reach Elliot’s lips for a welcome kiss.

“Wow!” That was all I could say before receiving a return smooch. Elli’s had some tongue to it.

“I was hoping you’d be home. We could use some rest before I deliver Harry to his parents’ house another day’s drive away.”

Elliot introduced me this way: “Harry, this is the beautiful neighbor I told you about. She gave me quite a going away present four years ago and I am hoping she can do something for you.”

He then turned, looked at me with a sinister smile and reminded me, “Like before, ‘Share and share alike’.”

“Come in, come in.” I welcomed the boys inside.

Harry spoke up for the first time, “Then if it's okay, we’ll get the overnight bags.”

“Sure. Elli knows where our twin-bed guest room is. I’ll get some ice tea and meet you two on the patio in a few minutes.”

Elli asked, “Is the pool still up and running? I’d love to do a few laps and we both could loosen our muscles after the long drive.”

I hinted, “Robes are in the closet. Swim trunks are optional.”

When Elli and Harry emerged from the house, both were wearing the light robes we have available for guests. I guessed what was underneath the robes: nothing!

I chose a very light, almost see-thru top. Look closely and you can see the tips of my nipples. If I open my legs, anyone can see a freshly trimmed pussy.

A pitcher of ice tea and three glasses sat at the ready. I chose not to put out anything more intoxicating than myself.

We sat in the shade and caught up on our lives of the past four years. I could have said (but didn’t), “After my one and only extra-marital affair with Elli, Don was an animal in bed. He could not stop reminiscing about that one night. It fueled his libido for months afterwards. Of course, I got off conjuring Elli’s body’s image, his initial shyness, leading to his unbridled passion.”

I summed up our lives efficiently, “Don is still working at the same place, moving up the corporate ladder. I'm still teaching school and four years closer to retirement. What about you, Elli?”

Elli responded, “My four years of college went by as quickly as your's and Don’s. I start full time next month.”

“How did you meet your friend Harry?”

Harry jumped in, a bit nervous, as if he knew things he didn’t want to discuss right away. I understood.

“Our college has a tradition that a senior should have a freshman as his last roommate. That means the newbie, me, can take advantage of learning all about how college works from someone who has been around. This old guy can learn about the younger generation. I skipped a grade in elementary school, so I turned eighteen last week.”

I inquired, “So you are an eighteen-year-old virgin?”

Harry nodded.

I had to ask, “And Elli told you about us?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Harry didn’t look at Elli and me. He gazed away.

Elli took that distraction and move closer to me. When Harry looked back, he was now looking at us, a cuddling couple now. I moved half an ass cheek closer to Elli.

As Elli and I spoke quietly, Harry decided to leave us alone. The young man announced he was ready for a dip in the pool.

This hunk was able to jump flat-footed onto the diving board (eighteen inches or so). He dropped his robe to reveal the tanned, toned body of an athlete. He looked over at us and his dick jumped a little. He dove in the pool and swam the length underwater, surfacing at our feet. He smiled and calmly began his laps.

As Elliot chatted about his college life, I remembered a line from a Broadway play, “College ain’t so much what you learn: it’s how you talk when you get back.”

Elliot spoke like a grown man, pausing to listen to what I had to say, following up on a detail of remodeling, or our trip to Europe. He seemed genuinely interested in me.

He leaned in and pulled the lapel of my cover aside to reveal a nipple.

When we came up for air, he asked, “Remember what you told me last time?”

“Remind me,” I teased.

This young man took my exposed nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed.

“Remember now?”

He whispered, “You told me you were my whore. You’d always be my whore.”

Elli pushed my legs apart just as Harry was coming up to rest pool-edge, at our feet.

“Prove it,” he challenged. “Spread your legs and show Harry your cunt. NO! Show Harry my cunt.”

With that, Elli pushed my legs farther apart and began using two fingers to open my labia lips. I started to say something when he started kissing me again, this time really hard.

I melted.

Elliot spoke to Harry. “This lady gave me my first blow job. She was great and swallowed all my cum. Watch her do it again.”

With that, Elli stood up and took off his robe. His dick was already hard, the mushroom head already crimson.

“Lick it,” he ordered.

I did, and more. Young men’s dicks when erect stick almost straight up. With one hand, I pushed it up onto his flat belly and took his nutsack into my mouth. He had not showered since early morning and his man-scent was apparent. Not off-putting, just interesting. I made a mental note to catch Don in an unwashed state sometime and taste him, instead of the squeaky clean body we both assumed was ideal.

I could get my hand around his member and still have the head exposed. I tugged at him and put the head into my mouth.

“Great. Wow! You are good. So, so good at that!”

I looked up at him, nodded and went to work. I spit on the head for lubrication, slobbered on him and jerked him off in my mouth.

Surprisingly, he pushed me away.

Again he asked, “Are you my whore or not?”

“Can’t you tell? Of course, I am your whore.”

“My whores fuck who I tell them to fuck. Are you still my whore?”

I nodded and went back to my job.

Elliot widened his stance to stay upright. He began to fuck my mouth, rocking back and forth, grunting and cursing, using words I’d never heard him utter before.

“Suck it, cunt. Suck my dick and drink my sweet juice.”

It was like sitting at the ocean, in the surf, in a storm. The waves came crashing in, one after another, trying to flatten me, drown me.

Then he was done.

Elliot reached down and lifted me to my feet.

He held my face in his hands and kissed me once again.

We heard a rustle. Harry was out of the pool, toweling off and putting his robe back on.

I took charge. “Elli, relax here until Don gets home. I already texted him that we have guests for a couple of days. I didn’t tell him who was here, so let it be a surprise.”

Elliot was just mentally recovering from my ministrations, but he got the gist of my instructions.

I went on, “Harry and I are going to get better acquainted upstairs. You and Don wait here and decide what we’ll be doing later on. He is crazy about you and will be really excited about the whole deal. Trust me.”

I took Harry’s hand and led him through the house, to the en suite bathroom with large tub. Soon we were cuddled together in the warm, soapy water.

Harry had a question, “What made you do that just now?”

He deserved an answer. “The last time was my first time I’d fucked someone not my husband. It was not exactly accidental, but Don and I had talked about admitting a third into our bed for a long time. The idea excited us both.”

Harry nodded. “I have heard about open marriages and people playing around, but never seen anything like what I saw just now.”

“Neither have I,” I confessed. “I felt like a teenager again. And the ‘public’ spectacle that just happened was a first for me. We all have a bit of an exhibitionist in us. Mine simply came out.”

I went on, while Harry was soaping up my tits with a sponge. “Do you know what the most erotic, most erogenous part of the body is?”

He said, “I have some ideas, but what is your take?”

“The brain. The very idea of me sucking off a guy like Elliot in front of someone else ranks in my top five sexual things I have ever done.”

We toweled off and I led Harry to my marital bed. “Just one question; while you lose your virginity, do you want to fuck, or do you want to have some good lessons on how to please a lady?”

The buck-naked and fully erect academic Harry said, “The latter.”