Well Heather and I got home not too much different from each other. I got home first and was pacing around very nervous at what had transpired at lunch. In fact I had gotten back to work late and there on my phone at my desk was a message from Heather to call her. Shit, I thought, she had called and I wasn’t there and she expected me to be and I bet she thought… I didn’t know what I was so nervous about but I was. She came in from the garage and actually was all excited. “It’s snowing,” she exclaimed. “Yes, so,” Where was this going I thought. But if she was excited about snow then that meant she wasn’t pissed at me, probably. “Oh Robert, can mom and I go skiing this weekend. We love to do that. We always hit the slopes at the first opening and this is enough snow on the base that Veil will be open, or Aspen, she has a friend at Aspen and we can stay in her condo. Oh,” she added, “she won’t be there, don’t worry, just me and mom and I think a friend of hers Jorene will be there from work. She’s a shortie and fat and no one likes her so she glums on to mom when she can but I don’t mind. Can we? Please, please, please,” she begged. “Sure, plenty of football on, so it will be great. Have at it.” I said. “Ok, already talked to mom when I looked out and saw the snow flying. Been watching it all afternoon, we want to leave tonight early and drive up because the roads will be packed, I mean packed. Is that ok?” she was begging in mock submission on her knees hugging me from the front pressing her face into my crotch. “Ok, ok, you don’t have to beg, it is fine, I will shovel snow here or something. I know how you like to ski with your mom.” I said. “Oh you don’t have to shovel snow.” She said. “I don’t?” I asked as she ran through the house tearing off her clothes heading to the closet with all her ski junk in it. “Yea, I talked with Chrissy and Jennifer, I think they are expecting you tonight. Didn’t they say anything?” She asked. “Well sort of. I guess I didn’t get it. She said something like ‘let’s get together’ I said ok and well was I in space?” I asked. “I thought she meant the four of us, or her and you and I. I guess I haven’t got it yet, clue me in.” “No you aren’t getting it, I bet you had your fingers up her pussy when she said it nice and soft in your ear and you said ok.” She said. “I did not” I yelled down the hall, but yes in fact those fingers were up her pussy but not at that moment when she asked. “You didn’t? Liar.” She shot back as a ski pole hit the floor. “I mean yes they were, my fingers did find their way up Jennifer’s pussy at the table but that is not what Chrissy was saying to me at the time, that is not what we were talking about,” I stammered. She was laughing her ass off standing in the hall naked from the waist up and only her thong panty on. She could hardly stand up she was laughing so hard trying to pull her silk ski underwear on to see if it still fit a year and 15 pounds later. “Robert you’ve got to tell me what happened at lunch after I left. Jennifer is so sex crazy. She started masturbating when she was young. So I know for sure she has had a dozen guys and is horny as hell. If you could call someone a nympho, it would be Jenny. So tell all you cad,” she laughed. “Well they sandwiched me after you and your mom left, and started talking about sex, what did I like, what were my fantasies. It was something I have never believed would happen in my life. You know how we talked before getting married about fantasies and things we would like to do? Well that is right were it went only it was like, ‘with us’ what would your fantasy be. They kept asking, ‘if you were doing both of us at the same time what could you dream up’. I got so horny I nearly peed my pants sitting there.” I said. “So how did you get your fingers up Jenny’s pussy?” Heather said struggling with her silk bottoms pulling them tightly over her buns with her back to me. “You horny bitch,” I said, “You are teasing me with that wiggle of your buns.” “All the better to prepare you with my dear,” she shot back. “Anyway Jennifer kept putting her hand on my leg and my hard dick, and her mom was rubbing my chest and whispering in my ear, she kept saying, ‘go on, go on’ in the sexiest voice. I finally said, awe shit if you don’t stop that Jennifer I will return the favor and stick my hand up your skirt. I figured that would shut her up. It didn’t. She grabbed my hand and put it on her thigh high up and well, my fingers did the walking while mom did the talking saying, ‘do you like that? Do you want more? Like to play with pussies? I love my pussy played with.’ Hell, up her skirt those fingers went and the little tart came to a climax, and not just one.” Heather was laughing rolling on the floor having finally wriggled into her silks. She got up and grabbed my hand. “Come with me and tell all.” We went up stairs to the bedroom where she ordered me to take off my clothes and she peeled the silks back off of her along with her thong and ran a hot bubble bath. “Get in” she said. I doffed my clothes and we both sank into a hot tub. She took my fingers and began sucking on them one at a time while my toes played with her pussy and clit. “Ok, go on.” She ordered. “So we sat there and while I had my fingers up Jennifer’s pussy and she was quietly coming to a spate of climaxes her mother was playing with my dick rubbing it. I came in my pants I was so turned on without her actually ever grabbing a hold of it in the flesh.” I said. “No really, can men do that?” She asked. “Yes really, I came once when we were making out on the couch when we were dating and I was laying on you,” I told her. “No shit, really? You never said.” “I was so turned on and embarrassed that I didn’t say anything. I just went home and took a shower and cleaned up, then masturbated again thinking about you,” I told her. “Wow, I would love to see that again, anyway, tell me more….” She trailed off. “Ok, so there I am all messy and Jennifer humping my fingers and the waitress comes up and says very politely, ‘the lunch crowd is leaving but I think you will want to finish outside, do you want a to go box or just skip the meal altogether’. I about died. But she winked at me like I was a piece of chocolate cake with ice cream on the side” Heather was laughing hysterically. “You stud muffin, how fun” “Really, you aren’t mad?” I asked. “Hell no, go for it big guy. I know men and believe me we all know men. Where do you think the men are in our family? Mom kicked my dad out for cheating on us. Chrissy kicked her man out for cheating. Her mom kicked her dad out for cheating. One Christmas all the single women in the family were sitting around talking about how none of them were getting any sex or a good fucking for Christmas eve when one of them piped up and started talking about how all the men cheated on them. They began asking why and found some common denominators like busy with kids, busy with work, busy with PTA, busy, busy busy. The men got lonely felt abandoned and strayed. One of them, no one remembers who said, ‘I wouldn’t mind if he had had sex with my sister, hell I could take that.’ Well that led to them saying well my husband could have had sex with…. And they started listing people in the family and a couple friends. Well it ended up with one of them saying, ‘next time I get a man, you can fuck him’ and the other said, ‘ok, I will keep him home and in the family.’ Well that is how it started. The men who have come along for the most part haven’t minded. They get a good fuck when one of them are tired or pregnant or nursing or at work or just plain PMS. Some have and said no. But for the most part, when offered, they fucked their brains out with joy.” “Why didn’t you tell me this when we were going together?” I asked. “Because it isn’t advertised. It isn’t a package deal. It is, a great big IF… as in IF you are loyal we can trust you not to be.” She said. “Hmmm, I am sure there is some logic in this” I said as I replaced my toes with my finger and put my mouth on her tit now stretched out in the tub on top of her with my feet up in the air. “No, if you wanted it you can’t have it, it means we can’t trust you. But if you don’t want it then it means that we can trust you to keep it in the bounds we have set, and play only with those who want to play, and all are agreed. So that way no one gets his or her feelings hurt. Got it?” “So I can fuck your mom, and Chrissy, and Jennifer, and you. And that is ok.” I stated. “And any of the other women in the family who agree, and I agree and you agree and it is ok.” She said. “Holy shit,” I propped myself up on my hands in the 15” deep water. “How many women have agreed to this?” I asked. “About 6 or 7 family members and about 3 or 4 non-related family that we call family.” She said. “Do you fuck the men?” I asked. “Not unless you agree for me to just like I agree you can. And not without knowing who and agreeing, and what. And not when I am interested in getting pregnant. That is off limits. We all want to know who is the daddy around the family. But for that, if you agree, I will, well mom will introduce you to the ‘circle of the family’. If you are not interested, well you have me, and mom, and of course Chrissy and Jenny if you like them.” She said. We got up out of the bath and showered. While the water was streaming off of us I got one of my favorite activities, eating pussy in the shower. Heather is always shaved and clean with a patch above her clit and I love to sit in the tub with her standing over me and lick, nibble and get my nose up into her cunt. I love sucking on her big clit and put her whole labia in my mouth and suck on them. Blissfully sucking away I started pumping my dick; she likes to see me jacking off. And as she watched the play brought the reaction I hoped, a good ejaculation climax from her. We towelled off and headed for the bedroom. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide, “fuck me cowboy” she said, more as an order than a request. I climbed on and put my dick in her kissing her mouth deeply our tongues mingled. She whispered between breaths, “are you thinking about Chrissy or Jennifer?” “Neither, I am thinking of how sexy you are,” I said. “Liar, but good answer,” she said. “No really,” I was humping hard driving my dick into her hard pumping like a mad man. “I mean it, you are the sexiest funniest person I have ever known and you are unbelievable. Truly, no one would even think I was sane if I told them about you or our relationship.” “You could try, I would love to see how you wrote that up,” she said. “No one would believe my wife is offering me a teenage pussy to fuck for the weekend, and her 30 something mother in the bargain,” I said. “AHH fuck,” and I came I was so excited. Another few strokes milking my shaft and she joined me. We lay there panting on the bed side by side and she said, “you see how fun that was Robert?” “Yea, it was great, one of the biggest climaxes I have ever come to.” I said. “Me too. It was humongous and I loved it. Think of what it will be like when I get back after a whole weekend of you fucking Jenny and Chrissy. We will be sexed out of our minds for weeks as you well me about everything you do to them.” “You want me to tell you everything?” I asked. “Absolutely. And not only that, I want to do to you everything they do to you. You tell me what they did and we will duplicate it and have fun doing it.” She said. “God it turns me on thinking about it so much I might come again,” and she started rubbing her clit. I went down on her pussy making my tongue join her fingers as she came again. After that I laid between her legs for long moments kissing her thighs, her knees, backs of her knees and calves. She is a sexy broad because she fingered herself to another climax or two while I was kissing her legs and sucking on her toes. That drives her wild. We headed back to the bathroom and cleaned up. Then she like turned the light switch from red to blue and was in another world. Out came the suitcase and she asked me to put the ski rack on her mini-van. I did and checked to make sure the chains were in the back just in case. We had the weather channel blaring telling us the ski resorts were opening the next day and Heather scurried about packing and getting everything ready. We had bits and pieces of conversation here and there before she left and generally her instructions were I was go call Chrissy once she left and do whatever Chrissy said, enjoy myself to the fullest, don’t hold back and relax. She told me to keep my cell phone at hand so she could call me and even said she might try to call me while I was fucking one of them if she could get lucky. “What a turn on you fucking one of them while I am standing on the ski slope and me hearing them panting coming to a climax. What a stud you are, they will love you.” Heather finally got all packed, her mom showed up and they parked her car in the garage and piled into Heather’s for the trip. I got a kiss from both and mom looked at me and said sweetly, “enjoy your weekend, few men get a wife as good as yours.” I kissed her and said, “I am not sure I am not a Muslim who has died and gone to heaven except no one is a virgin. But believe me, I know how good I have got it and there is nothing in this world that would cause me to mess it up. Believe me.” “I do, that is why you get us, and this,” she said. I waved good buy to them and watched them drive down the street to the stop sign and slowly pull away in the snow with heavy snow falling. I shuddered thinking my next task was to call Chrissy. I noticed I had a hard on in my pants. My phone rang. It was Heather, “you excited?” she asked. “Nervous as hell, but yes.” I said. She laughed and we exchanged “I love you’s” and I called Chrissy. Well, some have complained these are too long. So I will stop here. If you want to hear about my weekend, I guess what people say is VOTE VOTE VOTE. And I will tell you about it. The reason I am telling you this in such detail is that there is an event that I want to tell someone about, and you have to know this background to understand what I will tell you and what happened. If you don’t know this, you won’t believe that. So devotees who are reading will get it, the jerk-offs that like just a quickie sex story won’t. My best to those who have said nice things and been gentlemen. I just need to tell someone and can’t tell someone I know. So this is my outlet. BTW: Chrissy answered and said, “come right over, no sense you spending the night alone with Heather gone.” I packed a bag as directed and drove over, letting the snow pile higher and higher.