The Emergence of Selfie's in My Life
written by:
Little tommy D.

The Emergence of Selfie's in My Life

I had never heard of a 'Selfie' and had no inkling of what it meant the first time I heard it. I was having lunch with a co-worker, Sam Wolfe, who as a close associate and one I considered a close friend, was giving me details of a senior dating site he had discovered on the Internet. He was urging me to visit the site, look at the pictures of women seeking companionship, and get back in the dating game to regain a social life once again. He was telling me that he had made contact with a widow and they had agreed to meet for an exploratory conversation to determine if they were compatible. He rattled on effusively about how happy he was, how fantastic she turned out to be, and that she teased him constantly by sending him risqué and tempting selfie's of herself. He jerked his phone from his pocket and turned the screen toward me and gigged me when he said, "Isn't she a lovely sight to behold, Mark. Since Eve and I split I have been in the doldrums. Finding her has lifted my spirits beyond belief. I know you're still married, but with Judith in the nursing facility with no hope of recovery, you should have a companion also. I don't want to be a nag, but you need to find someone to confide in, have dinner with, and yes, even take to your bed."

His statement hit me square in the gut and it hurt. He was right, but I didn't want to admit it. I've been lonely these last six months. Adjusting to being alone isn't as easy as one thinks it might be. Hurdles are there that you never realized would hinder your adjustment. Old friends ultimately drift away because you're a drag on their social activity schedules. A loner isn't wanted when all others are a couple. Even if you go to a social event, you feel lost while you wander around the rooms. The others are all in small groups sharing the stories that couples have experienced. No one wants to hear about me doing the laundry or deciding which dishwashing powder would do the best job. As lunch drew to a close, he wrote the name of the Web Site on the back of his card and stuffed it in my pocket as he said, "Mark, go online and look. It will do you good."

When I was changing clothes that evening, I read the card, noted the name and placed it on the end of my desk where the computer dominated the desktop. Within two days I had forgotten about the card and the only thing I remember of our conversation was the picture of the lovely lady he had made a connection with through the Web Site. Another week passed when Sam stopped by my office, leaned against the doorsill, stuck his head in and asked, "Found any lookers of interest yet?" I stared blank-faced at him and he stood up straight and came farther inside while saying, "Don't tell me you haven't even looked at the Site? What would it hurt to just do a search, Mark. Put in the profile of the one you would prefer and let the system select a group that would match. I worry about you because you've lost the pep and vitality you once flaunted. Giving yourself hand-jobs is draining the old Mark away. Do it tonight." He waved and left the office leaving me regretting my current way of life, but I didn't feel comfortable doing an online affair. I hadn't tired of jacking off yet.

At the end of the second month, Sam called and invited me for lunch again. We decided on the nearby cafeteria and stood in line until we were able to load our tray and search for a table. We were lucky as one near the corner window came open just as we turned the turn away from the register. We emptied our trays and started eating. I was savoring the grilled redfish when Sam knocked me for a loop when he casually announced, "Since you didn't act, I acted for you. I put your picture online and did a profile as close to Judith as I could make it. Don't be surprised if you get a few e-messages from those the search is suggesting are a match for you. And, don't get upset with me. I'm trying to get my old friend back. I need someone like me who has a new companion to be social with at times, like we used to do."

It was hard to be mad at Sam because he was always trying to help out in one way or another, so I accepted his action although I didn't think I was ready for being available again. When I turned the monitor on that evening, I saw my 'Mail' notification blinking in the upper right corner and clicked. I figured my brother or some advertisement was in my account. However, when the list appeared, I was startled by the number of unread mails with the name of-----Ideal. I counted and there were eighteen. I hesitated and fought with myself about opening the messages. After some ten minutes of fiddling with a few other pieces of mail, I clicked on the first one and when it opened, there was the picture of 'truepixie' with the message, 'she wants to meet you.' She was an attractive woman about my age and I looked at the other check-off boxes on the screen--'Answer,' 'Maybe,' ''View Profile,' and the last one, a cruel 'Reject!' I wouldn't use that one ever. I'd just ignore any answer because who would want to be rejected? I made no selection and instead went to the second message. It was a duplicate of the first except for the picture on online name. Before I continued, I opened my note book, gave each message the number it followed down the page and decided to rate the pictures from one to ten so that I could select the most appealing to respond to if I decide to answer any of them.

At the end of the list, I studied my numbering list and picked the top two who most caught my attention. I went back and counted down to number three and clicked in on again. Her e-name was 'timeless' and she was a compelling brunette with an engaging smile. I clicked on 'Answer', read through her entire profile, saw three more pictures of her and left a message to 'Contact' me. I did the same on number seven, e-name of 'oncloudnine.' She was stunning to say the least. I was rewarded with pictures of sparkling white teeth, shiny golden hair, and at her age, clear, velvety facial skin of a much younger woman. I answered her also. Now I awaited the results.

Within the next two weekends, I had had a dinner date with both of the women. They were equally charming, very open about themselves, and I felt they were sincere in their reasons for responding to my solicitation, although it wasn't mine, it was Sam's. I didn't have the nerve to tell them the truth at that point. I faced a decision, one that I didn't want to rush as it, to me, would be a serious decision. I spoke on the phone with both of them, accepted invitations to their home, had a bar-b-cue with non-de-plume 'oncloudnine' who was Rebecca Winthrop, and a picnic by the lake dam with 'timeless' who was Leslie Scott. I returned the favors and had them separately to my place for my specialty Swiss steak served with creamed mashed potatoes and baked onion surrounded by roasted spring vegetables. Either they fibbed or they really did like my dinner because I had no leftovers from either dinner.

Neither of them seemed to be concerned that I was still married and both showed sympathy when they learned of my wife's fate. I was as undecided as ever when it came to choosing one or the other. Why not keep both? There's no rule against it according to the Web Site agreement. i weighed the pros and cons, I spoke again with Sam at length and we hashed out the distinctions, hazards, pluses, and we agreed that for the present, I would alternate between the two. An example of a difference with Rebecca and Leslie, a corporate attorney, that I discovered is that Leslie fits into the corporate social life with more comfort and ease than does Rebecca. Leslie, a widow, was more sophisticated at meeting upper echelon executives and their wives because of her lower key quieter attorney manners. Rebecca, divorced, and the owner of a real estate agency and a broker, was more of the rah-rah social crawler salesperson who was most comfortable in jeans and hobnobbing with the beer and peanuts crowd. It made many of my decisions moot.

However, I have to assume it made Rebecca envious and aware that I was paying less attention to her even though she didn't know of Leslie--they were secrets from each other at this point. I began getting 'selfies' from her. Teasing, subtle pictures with overtones of sex and frankly I looked forward to receiving them. They portrayed her puckering her lips, licking her lips, sucking her index finger, all innocent but very suggestive. The progression took us to her sitting on the bathtub, legs crossed at the shins, one foot on the floor and the other as if waving to me. No face shown, only a sheer, mini black slip that was to cover her and focus on her divine long and lovely legs with the stark red polish on the nails. I copied it and stored it in my photos program to view from time to time. If I had thought that one revealing, the next one I received had her dressed the same way, probably taken at the same time, facing a mirror, with her back to the lens and it left nothing to the imagination. She had a black thong under the slip and the sheerness displayed her ass to the fullest. My heart stopped beating for a minute or two as I gaped at her the delectable ass that peeked invitingly behind the see-through material..

I copied that one and also made a print to carry with me, so that I could sneak a peek while in the coffee room at the office. I began to receive others each day that no longer teased, they were an obvious attempt to get my attention and I'll confess that they did. There was a tight skirt that showed her figure to the extreme. Another with a flared collar thin cotton shirt over her braless body that was either taken in a refrigerated room or she had been playing with her nipples because they dominated the entire scene. Her message was being received with an increasing interest in Rebecca.

Friday was a Holiday so I went for groceries and to restock my bar with scotch and wine. It was warm so I put on shorts, slipped on canvas no lace sneaks, no socks, and an old school tee shirt. I was on the patio cleaning the grill when the doorbell blasted overhead nearly causing me to crack my head on the grill top. It blasted again and when I opened the door, Rebecca was smiling back at me, a bottle of red wine in her hand and a bag from Chick-fil A in the other. She stepped through the door and said, "I hope you didn't fill up on lunch yet. I have us each a grilled club with one large waffle fries to share." I took the wine, her hand and led her through and out to the patio. I went back for napkins, ketchup, and the corkscrew. We sat at the round glass-top table in the shade, devoured the club and most of the wine.

I rose, told her I'd get another bottle and she followed me inside. As I opened the drawer to get the corkscrew, she said, "I had to go in today because our legal problems are creating a backlog. Our attorney died last week and we're in a mess. I'm looking for a new one who can take over and finish Tim's work." I wished her luck in finding a new legal source quickly and she stood silently while I was working the corkscrew. She then asked, "Do you mind if I get comfortable? You know that I worked a half day today and had to dress for the office. It's getting warmer and I'm feeling it." I told her no, go ahead and use the guest bedroom to change and store whatever she shed.

I had our wine in hand, but she hadn't returned yet. I waited a few minutes more, went to the door and loudly asked, "I have the wine if you're ready." I heard her close the bathroom door and then yell her answer, "Come on in, Mark. Bring the wine." I pushed the door open with my hip and turned so as not to spill the wine on the almond carpet and when I did, I gaped again as I saw her sitting on the bed, long, lithe legs crossed ala the selfie she sent in the same sheer black mini slip and I could see the small thin waistband strips of the black thong underneath. She patted the bed next to her and said, "Come sit and we'll talk while we test the new bottle of wine." I drifted toward her, cautious when I handed her the wine and sat where she had indicated. She held her glass up, touched the rim of mine and took a sip as did I. She didn't look toward me when she asked, "Did you enjoy the pictures I've been sending you? I think the new digital world opens many more avenues of contact between people. Did you keep them?"

Whoa! She had me there. I grinned sheepishly and said, "I sure did. I stored them in my photos collection. Why are you sending me pictures of you in provocative poses, Rebecca? "

"It's the modern way when one is interested in another person. I'm interested, Mark. How did the one of me in this outfit affect you? Were you shocked or pleased or both?"

"Both, no question. Truthfully, I even made a print of it so that I could steal a peek at work when I became bored?"

"Oh, I think that's delightful and a huge compliment. Thank you, Mark. Have you shown it to anyone else?"

"Heavens no! I would never show it to anyone else. That's my treat and mine alone."

"I love it! You consider it a treat. Now that's an honor beyond a compliment."

She grinned following her statement, took the wine glass from my hand, sat hers along with mine on the nearby nightstand, stood in front of me while I remained seated, and was giving me a direct view of her braless tits peeking at me through the sheer material. Until she stood, I couldn't see her tits and I was eagerly drinking the sight of them in when she leaned forward, put her arms around my neck, fell forward on me effectively pinning me to the bed on my back. She kissed my ear, cheek and then my lips, lightly, tenderly. I responded and put my arms around her back, holding her closer to me. The kiss became deeper and our tongues meshed in battle. I let my arms drift lower and carefully put my hands on the cheeks of her ass and pushed her hips tightly against me. My dick was in the process of getting hard and I know she felt it rising because she backed off, smiled, and humped her pubic area several times against my hardness.

We were half on, half off the bed and I knew her legs had to be uncomfortable sticking out above mine. I wriggled my legs around and slung them up on the bed, bringing her with me. When we were stretched in a position that had us fully on the bed, she rolled from on top of me, turned around, threw her leg over my chest and lowered her thong-covered pussy to my face. I slid my hands up her thighs, under the slip, took the elastic strings of the waistband in hand and pulled them down, exposing her open slit to my eyes. She lifted her ass and allowed me to pull them father down her thighs to give me full access to her pink wet, warm and wide open labia petals. As I was gazing into either the either the Door of Hell or Gate of Heaven she was actively working to remove my shorts and boxers. I pulled my feet up, put them flat on the mattress and lifted my ass to give her the space needed to pull them down. I felt them go over my knees and threw my feet in the air. The next thing I heard was the buckle hit the floor and I knew the shorts and boxers were history.

I think I flinched when her fingers lightly touched the veins on the underside of my shaft. Her fingers drifted upwards and touched the sensitive vee on the bottom of the head and that's when I thrust my tongue against her inner lips and parted them. She 'Ohhh'ed,' dropped her hips lower and covered my nose and mouth with her open and wet pussy. I sucked the lips and drained them of the wetness before I nibbled on them as if I were chewing a clam from chowder. Her body was swaying side to side and her long low moans impelled me to run my tongue inside and touch her velvety, warm walls. Her actions were bolder as she moved her lips to the head of my tingling dick and kissed the eye opening. With no more delay, she let me slip between her lips and into the wetness as my dick slid easily, tightly down the shaft until it bumped the pelvic bone. We remained in the sixty-nine frenzy for another five minutes. She popped her head from my dick, grabbed it with her hand and said, "It's time to fuck, Mark. Do me now and do me doggy."

We split apart, she remained on her knees while I turned and inched up behind her, She spread her knees farther apart and I put my hands on her hips, pulled her backwards at the same time I went in deep. She sucked in forcefully, held it for a few seconds and then let it out in a low, deep sigh while grabbing my balls from underneath and holding them tight while I thrust with an insistent urgency. It had its effect on her and her panting increased, her head went to the bed and she groaned loudly, tightened her pussy on my dick and shouted, "Oh, fuck, Mark. I'm Cumming and its destroying me it's so strong and nerve-racking! Keep thrusting, hard!" I complied but not for long as her tightness and jerking movement pulled my trigger and with a violent last push, the cum began to pound the inside pit of her pussy. I fell forward over her ass and rested my head on her back as I continued a jittery thrusting until my spurting ceased. I held her tightly and rolled to our left, my dick still inside her. We lay in the spooning position, exhausted but exhilarated from the satisfying and very pleasant first fuck. I fondled her nipples while she massaged my balls that she had kept her hand wrapped around all through the fuck session.

The stickiness and oozing of the cum was making a mess of us and the bedspread. I pulled out, rolled left again and grabbed a handful of tissues, gave her a wad, kept a number for myself and we began cleaning our selves while giggling about the mess we had created. She took my tissues and hers and stretched her arm and dropped them to the carpet to be disposed of later. When she dropped the tissues, she turned her head and kissed my lips, whispering, "That was an afternoon delight to top all afternoon delights. I'm weak but stimulated from the thrill you gave me."

"I agree, Rebecca, it was a wonderful afternoon delight as you called it. A perfect delight that was unexpected."

"Don't think bad of me because I initiated it. I understand your reluctance because you are still married, however it's a shame that Judith will never recover. I think she would urge you to move on if she could. When I took her the flowers I was so overcome looking at her beauty and knowing of her helplessness."

"Thanks, Rebecca. I am slowly realizing what I have to deal with, what I lack, and what I must do to make my life complete."

"Mark, I know your secret. It was dropped on me by a co-worker who is a good friend of Keri Nolan, Leslie's Para-Legal."

I slid back, looked at her tersely and spit, "Rebecca, you didn't come here today with the thought that if you fucked me it would put you in a more favorable position ahead of Leslie did you? Was that the idea of the seduction all of a sudden?"

"Oh, my God no, Mark. Please don't think I'm that dishonest. I've known about Leslie for over two months now. I thought about being vindictive when I heard of your interest in her and I came to the conclusion that you're feeling your way around after all that's happened to you. I feel honored that I was one of the two you selected. I know that you had a number of choices because, remember, I was one of them. I hear Leslie is a wonderful person, lower key than me, but a solid choice if that's what you decide. I won't ever be upset."

"Well, Rebecca, it makes it easier for me know that you know of Leslie. I hated sneaking around. Do you know if she knows of you?"

"From what Jackie implied, I'd say no, she doesn't know yet. It probably won't be long before she does though. In this town it's almost impossible to quell the older women's gossip lines. You would put your hands over your ears if you heard some of the storied that I do. First of all, we don't have to worry about pregnancy, we don't have to joust with the younger crowd over our men, we're independent and don't seek men for security although safety is a concern when living alone. Being rejected hurts but isn't the tragedy the way it is with youngsters. We're all experienced it enough that we've become Teflon. I don't think men even consider the things that women dwell on in the search for companionship." She stopped, looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to rattle on like that about what you couldn't care less about. Forgive me."

I invited her to stay for dinner, she accepted and I grilled burgers, baked a huge potato to split and threw a salad together as an afterthought. She left at nine, gave me a goodnight kiss and I waited until her BMW had turned the corner before turning the light out and going back inside. I poured a Bud, went to the den to get the late news and before it came on, I pondered what had happened that afternoon. It was true I had never made a move on her. Leslie either for that matter. I'm not a horny teen-ager chasing any pussy at any time or anyplace. We're older, have more control, have different objectives, and our dick doesn't do all the thinking for us, it controls only about half of our thoughts. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and surmised that she was probably horny and took the opportunity to scratch the burning itch. I've heard that a dildo can only take one so far and then it becomes a disappointment that doesn't do the job expected of it. A self-given hand-job fits that description also.

On Thursday afternoon I was at the corner coming home when my phone rang. I have a connection to my audio system in the car, I hit the answer key and Leslie said, "Hi, Mark. Leslie here, are you still at the office or at home?"

"Neither right now. I'm pulling into the driveway as I speak. What's up?"

"I'm inviting you to dinner tomorrow evening if you're free. I do a fifteen layer meat Lasagna better than an Italian grandmother. I'm taking the day off and doing what I want for a change. I'm tired of courts and meeting rooms. If you accept, bring your bathing trunks because we'll be at the pool until time to eat."

"I have no plans and the evening sounds like a dream. When and what can I bring?"

"The earlier the better. As I said, I'm off and will be home all day so whenever you can make it. No need to call beforehand. And you don't need to bring a thing except yourself."

"As a warning, I'll try to be there by four. That way I can get a little sun before it goes down."

"Good thought. See you then. Bye, luv."

I thought about that for longer than a minute. Luv? That's the first time she's ever used that word. I finally shrugged it off as her afterthought because it's been over four months now that we've been seeing each other, so it may just be a natural reflective comment.

I cheated and brought a gift bottle of wine and fresh-made strawberry shortcake that I couldn't leave the store without. She was delighted that I had little will power and she put it in the fridge, stored her gift bottle in the wine rack and led me to the guest bedroom to change into my trunks. When I came out, she was on the patio setting the table and I was pleased to be gazing at a well-tuned and cared for body that she wrapped in a white bikini, a mere wisp of cloth that barely covered her important parts. The tan lines created a tan that covered all of her that was uncovered, an indicator that this was the suit she normally wore at the pool. My trunks on the other hand were old-fashioned boxer-type with built-in jock and displaying the Polo emblem, a gift from Judith before her accident.

When I slid the door open, she turned and smiled, pointed toward a serving tray and said, "Cold Foster's in the frozen mug. Grab one and sit while I finish here." The mug was heavy glass, probably held twenty-six ounces of beer so cold it bit the lips at the first sip. I saw that she had already drained hers down about a quarter and her mug had thawed meaning that she kept mine in a freezer nearby. Neat to have an outside freezer at the pool. She sighed, studied the table, took her beer in both hands and came to sit beside me on a matching lounge chair. We had a table between us, she sat her beer down and held my hand as she said, "We'll have a slight interruption around seven this evening. I had a call, actually a desperate plea, from a real estate broker who needs a new corporate lawyer immediately. Her attorney, Tim Norton, died last week, and she is left with a number of unfinished title questions and survey filings. It won't take but thirty minutes or less to look at the offer and sign a contract if I accept. I knew Tim and his work was good, so I think it will work."

I became a little edgy with that news. Rebecca fit that model to a T from what she had told me last Friday at the house. But if it is Rebecca, why would she turn to Leslie knowing of our relationship? I didn't say anything to Leslie about her meeting, only nodded. Leslie reached to her right, turned the knob on a panel inside an open door and music filled the air. Soft, aged, familiar instrumental music of the seventies vintage floated around us. I smiled and said, "I was a teen-ager when that song was the rage. I remember it well." She touched my hand again and expanded my thoughts when she responded, "It was by far the best decade of music in my lifetime. I loved all the music icons back then. Many of them are still performing today, but the lyrics and tunes today are not as good." I squeezed her hand and agreed with her wholeheartedly. She stood, pulled my hand and shouted, "Race you to the end of the pool!" We dove in and began swimming toward the shallow end. She was good and whipped me by two strokes. I stood, shook the water from my hair saying, "You must practice daily." She shrugged and answered, "Occasionally, but I was on the swim teams throughout my school years including the University. I grew up on a lake with a pier in the center that you had to swim to for the slide and where the rafts and inner tubes were stored. After a while I'll give you another chance, "she laughed and let herself drift toward me.

When she was close, she rose from the water and I was bug-eyed as I saw her tits, nipples hard and visible pushing the thin cloth of the see-thru wet bikini bra. She put her arms around my waist, swung her head backwards and dipped her hair in the water again, letting the water stretch it down her back. When she pulled her head up, I kissed her softly, tasting the chlorine from the wetness dripping on her face. We stood, holding the kiss for several moments before we heard the sound of the over bell signaling her that the lasagna was ready to be taken out. I released her, stayed in the pool and watched her ascend the steps, her ass showing through the thin material. Whene she was up and at the pool side, she turned to tell me she would pour another beer, the front of her wet bikini had formed a perfect camel toe and the cloth clinging tightly gave me a fascinating view of the pink lips of her pussy. There was no question of her being clean shaven with what I saw before she turned and went inside the house. I had to assume that her conscious display through the thin bikini was for my benefit and I could anticipate even more time viewing it this evening.

She served the Lasagna with an excellent herbed bread and small garden salad. Her Lasagna was superb. I'm not just blowing smoke, it was the best I have ever come across anywhere, by anyone. When we finished, she stuffed the plates and salad bowls in the dishwasher and quickly returned to the patio. I sat across from her as we sipped the beer from the huge mugs and we relaxed in the gentle, warm last afternoon breeze. I let my eyes close and sat unmoving as I thought about Leslie and what she had to offer compared to Rebecca. I was interrupted when she said, "You're so quiet and restful. What's your mind conjuring up?'

I didn't open my eyes when I said, "Do you really want to know? It's about you?"

"Ohhhh, if that's true, then my interest in hearing them makes me all ears to learn of your thoughts."

"You asked for it. Sit back and take my thoughts as the thoughts of a dirty old man---which I am!"

"Now I'm more than interested, I'm captivated that you're thinking dirty thoughts of me," she laughed and then said, "So, start the story. I'm anxious to see what I'm doing."

"You are sitting where you are now, but when you came back from the kitchen, you had shed the bikini, claiming it to be damp cold on your body. You were wearing a short beach robe in its place. When you sit, I kneel before you and put my hands on your knees. I kiss your kneecaps as my fingers gently tickle their way up the outside of your thighs. You jerk your legs under my touch and let your legs relax under my hands. I move your legs slightly farther apart to allow room for me to kiss the soft skin of your inner thigh just above the knee. You don't object, so I continue kissing your soft, malleable inner thighs as I move each kiss farther northward toward my intended target. That target is now in my view when the robe parted exposing the inner pink, glowing badge of your womanhood. You are now responding with gentle shivers and low emanation of moans from deep in your abdomen. As I approach my end goal, you spread your legs open wider and have your hands on the top of my head. When I am at the ultimate goal I stop, pause, and when I do, you slide your body forward forcing me against you.

"I respond. I softly place my nose in the center of your open vulva and feel the damp warmth of the petals of your inner labia. You squirm at my touch, your gasps have become more audible, encouraging me to put my hands under the sides of the robe and grasp a cheek of your lovely, firm ass in each hand while I nuzzle my nose in your slit. My nuzzling is by design; I want the tip of my nose to rub against your hard, warm button of love to elevate your desire. Your wriggling has increased; your breathing rate has ballooned as has the movement of your hands on my head as you guide my nose in circles around your flaming button. My tongue can no longer resist and it joins the temptation while tasting the wetness of your lower vagina prior to its entrance inside you. It is now against the soft, delicate walls and is moving back and forth licking viciously as if desperate to entertain your pussy so that you will fall in love with it.

"My hands have moved to the center of your ass and one hand is in the crack. My index finger is tapping on the entrance of your anus. My nose, my tongue and my finger are relentlessly working on your three sensitive, tingling, and electrified hot spots that has impelled you to vigorously begin humping my nose as you shudder, throw your thighs on my shoulders and huff a subdued scream as you ram your pussy against my face with the force of a hurricane. My tongue, still inside you, is drenched with the flow of your cum, but it continues working its magic in concert with my nose and index finger. Momentarily you sag in the chair, your strength has been sapped, my hands on your ass hold you against my face as I use my tongue to clean the wetness from your pussy before I gently set you back on the chair and lay my head on your abdomen. My head moves up and down with the rapid movement of your body as it tries to regain its normal breathing pattern. I have my hand and its palm holding the lips of your pussy so as to enjoy the warmth it emits. I finally open my eyes and see the nipples on your tits still hard, yet standing tall and pink in victory, shining through the fading evening sunlight.

"I move my head and hand; I tenderly kiss the lips between your legs as I sit up and wrap my arms around your exhausted body. I hold you tightly and am pleased when you seek my lips and kiss me hard. I can see the joy in your eyes and when you open your mouth to speak, I put my finger against your lips and shake my head no. No words are needed for what we shared. The look on your face tells me all I need to know. And, Leslie, that's was what I was thinking when you asked."

"My God, Mark! I've been an attorney now for close to thirty years and that's the best damn answer I've ever been given. It's the only one that ever wet my dry bathing suit and that's for sure. Damn, it's too bad we don't have enough time right now for a physical reenactment of that answer. Rebecca should be here any minute now. I need to go clean myself before she gets here. You will stay for a while won't you?"

"Of course, if you want me to hang around. Are you going to let Rebecca see me?"

"I do want you to stay and no, I'll take her to my office. Did you park in the drive? If you did, move to the back of the garage where you car will be hidden."

I followed her through the house, got my keys, moved the car to the back and just barely escaped Rebecca. I hadn't made it to the patio when I heard the doorbell pealing. I swam a few laps while I waited, got out and dried because the breeze had cooled and I was freezing. I took a sip of the cold beer and it made the chill even worse. I was trapped because I couldn't go change while Leslie was with Rebecca because I would have to pass the office to get to the guest room where I had left everything. I searched the cabinets and found two beach towels. I sat in the lounge and wrapped them around me to stop the wind from chilling me. It worked and I soon warmed enough to finish my mug of beer in comfort.

Leslie came through the door wearing a long terry cloth robe. She was smiling until she saw me wrapped in towels. She motioned for me to come to the house and I gladly complied. We stood in the kitchen for a moment while she gave me a synopsis of her meeting with Rebecca. She signed a contract to become the new attorney for Rebecca's company. She complimented Rebecca, not only for her business acumen but for her looks and pleasant personality. She took me by the arm and we started through the house, she stopped, paused, grinned and said, "She's pretty tough competition, Mark. I'll have to do much better to win the game. I'm going to shower, you can also and then we'll see what develops later." I went in the guest room, threw my keys on the bed and stripped the cold wet bathing trunks off and tossed them in the bathtub.

I stood there a second or two before I made a bold decision that could either make or break my relationship with Leslie. My decision was 'fuck it.' If I don't try I'll always regret it, so I left the guest room, marched to her bedroom and threw open the bathroom door. She had removed the robe and was standing at the basin naked. She turned, grinned, winked and said, "What took you so long? The water's already warm." I took two steps, wrapped my arms around her and she reached around me, raised her head and ordered, "Kiss me, Mark. Now." I did as told. She began rubbing her fabulous body against me as she dropped her hands to my ass and began massaging my cheeks. I was no fool so I returned the favor and was feeling her gorgeous, firm ass, bravely running my hand down the crack, flicking her asshole with my index finger until I felt her breathing gradually increasing. It may take a little longer at my age, but given the right stimulus my dick can still get as hard as it once could instantly. She found that out as it punched her abdomen which caused her to released my cheeks and move her hand to my wavering dick. She wrapped her hand around my shaft of the fully hard dick, and in a surprise move, pulled me forward and into the shower still firmly squeezing it as she pulled. "We'll have time for that later. Right now, we need to get clean and stop wasting the hot water."

After the shower, she had me lie on the bed on my stomach. We were both naked in the bedroom as she dimmed the light surrounding us. She entered the bed on her knees at my feet. She bent and began kissing me on the back of my calves. It felt fantastic as she squeezed, rubbed, and kissed each calf as the tension I had initially felt disappeared. When she had finished the calves, she lifted her head and softly said, "I'm turning your story about what you'd do to me around in case it hasn't dawned on you yet." She lowered her head and gradually moved up while doing my thighs and totally shocking me when she was kissing the cheeks of my ass on her way to my back, shoulders and neck. No one in my memory had ever kissed my ass even though I'd told uncounted numbers to do it. She urged me to roll over and then she started down. It felt so good, so different, and so strange that I found myself dozing. When she got to my dick, she gently moved her hands in a jacking motion on the flaccid inanimate dick while she kissed the head and then went down the shaft with her tongue now in the mix. I shook off the dozing and was much more awake as I reacted to the light damp touch of her lips and tongue on my aware and sensitive crown that she dwelt on. Just as I was becoming ultra aroused as before the shower, she suddenly released my dick, kissed my balls and dropped her head to the front of my thighs.

She was teasing me immensely with her enchanting lip and tongue action. She had moved to the left thigh when she took my dick gently in her hand again. I was in heaven. I lay there fully relaxed when it dawned on me that something wasn't exactly right with the way I was being treated. I opened my eyes and Leslie was working my dick, but I was stunned when I saw Rebecca grinning at me as she continued kissing my legs. I sat up quickly, grabbed Leslie's hand and said, "What's the deal here? Why is Rebecca in here with us?" and I pointed at Rebecca, who, still with a grin, pointed back at me.. Both of them rose, smiling, and Leslie answered, "Mark, Rebecca and I have known each other for several years. Our husbands introduced us when they met at the country club. We became good friends and have remained so even though our husbands aren't around. When she was here for the contract discussion, I asked her to come back. I left the front door unlocked for her. We talked about you because we've known from the first week that we were both chosen and we were delighted when we discovered your selections.

"I asked her if she wanted to join us and she agreed. I hope we didn't upset you." When she finished Rebecca spoke up, "Mark, I'm sorry I shocked you. I've talked about you with Leslie and we want to assist you while you make your life comfortable without Judith. Neither of us is interested in a life commitment now and you fit our lifestyle perfectly. Are you infuriated with us? And will you allow me to stay?"

I stared at both of them as they remained frozen in place. I was quickly surveying their bodies and digesting what she had said and asked of me. Rebecca's tits were a little larger than Leslie, she was very trim, and her pussy was a hairy appealing bush where Leslie's was clean shaven, smooth and fully visible. My head was filled with every imaginable emotion known to man. I studied their anxious faces awaiting my decision. Running through the processor of my mind was the question: 'Have they had lesbian activity previously?' I held that question until later. I looked at Leslie, turned to Rebecca and then back to Leslie as I said, "It comes down to this because I gather you've already decided, but it's your decision Ladies. If you want to share, that's fine with me." Their smiles were infectious with that answer, so I broke into a broad smile in return. They eyed each other, Rebecca kissed Leslie on the cheek and they returned to their previous manhandling me with their kisses. I closed my eyes and inwardly smiled at the luck Sam had driven me to have, but with two of them waiting to have me service them, there was no way I would return to dozing. I would just take what they were offering and cheer myself on.

I was feeling so relaxed, so free, that I lost track of time and did doze off. I woke with Rebecca on the bed beside me to my left, and Leslie to my right. Now that their naked bodies were displayed before me, I had to decide how to approach the next move. Since my current invitation had been given by Leslie and because I had already had the favor of Rebecca's remarkable assets, Leslie she became my focal point. I rolled toward Leslie, took her left nipple in my mouth, and tenderly sucked it. I flicked my tongue around and sucked it until it was firm and standing alone. I moved my left hand to her remarkable clean, soft shaven lips (can it be called a pussy if there's no hair?) and was gently running my fingers through the open slit and just occasionally butterfly touching her clit.

The wetness was building and I increased my reach to the inside of her lips, allowing my finger to fit neatly in her slot as I began moving it back and forth. She was reacting as expected. Her abdominal muscles tightened, her breathing was beginning to increase, as the wetness filled her. Rebecca stirred, rose and saw what I was doing to Leslie. She turned to her right, put her arm across my hips and took my slowly rising dick in her left hand. She just held it without any movement. Even that felt fantastic to me at that point. When I felt that I had Leslie exactly where I wanted her, I moved down the bed, put her legs over my shoulders and stuck my tongue against her clit. I sucked her wetness, savoring the sweet taste and aromatic sex-tinted scent. While I was eating Leslie, Rebecca positioned herself over Leslie's face, which shocked me tremendously but gave me a semi answer to my prior thoughts.. I watched as Leslie's tongue came out and disappear into the abundant hair surrounding Rebecca's pussy (hers can be called a pussy because of the hair on it). Unknowingly, that scene of erotic behavior spurred me on and I soon had Leslie at the point of orgasm. I rose, moved forward between her legs and let my still hardening dick enter her pussy. I could feel the warmth, the soft interior, and I was in heaven at that moment. My dick seemed to savor it also because within two or three thrusts, it was a kid again.

I was fucking Leslie, moved my head forward and began sucking on Rebecca's tits, first the right, then the left. Suddenly Rebecca started bucking and moaning when Leslie had expertly brought her to a swift orgasm. I increased my in and out, lifted my dick forward searching the upper walls wishing to hit her G Spot for Leslie's pleasure, and in no time I was eventually punching on it. I released Rebecca's tit, looked down and saw that Leslie was gasping and then she inexplicitly exploded with enough reaction in the strength of her orgasm to throw Rebecca from her face. I withdrew, saving my own climax for the next round. That's one of the advantages of being older--it takes longer to cum. Rebecca slid to the side and I reached for her. I stuck a pillow under her ass, dropped between her legs and penetrated her dark, sweet pussy. Since she was already orgasmic, I was pumping faster than normal. Shortly, she went into her second stage orgasm and almost bucked me off this time. Since I hadn't cum at this point, I continued vigorously using the delay in my dick to enjoy my second time of fucking her. Leslie had recovered and was now behind me with my balls in her hand. She was gently tugging on them and I felt her stick a finger up my ass and hit my prostate. That did it for me. The pressure she exerted on my prostate signaled me to sense that my balls had constricted, and with Leslie continuing to hold them and press on my inflamed prostate, I was building to a massive shoot. I rapidly withdrew; Rebecca rolled down and took my dick in her hand. I turned and fell on the bed with my dick in Rebecca's grip. Leslie inched forward and joined her as Rebecca directed my dick at Leslie and pumped three times. I began Cumming. Rebecca held my dick as it spurted, spurted, and poured the cream on Leslie's tits and on the bed. They delighted in the amount I managed to produce and the time it took for me to begin Cumming. Rebecca and Leslie agreed that they had been precisely right about older men having more experience, more control, and far more patience than younger men. I don't know why because they're the same age as me, but I was feeling ancient listening to that commentary.

Once the excitement died and we were calm, we lay side beside, Rebecca on my left arm, Leslie on the right arm. The room was silent except for the wall clock ticking away. I turned and whispered in Leslie's ear, "You seemed to enjoy Rebecca's pussy on your face, so tell me. Have the two of you done this before?" She slyly grinned and responded, "To be totally honest, Mark, once my husband and I became friends with Rebecca and her former husband we did some swinging together. At the time, I didn't fuck her husband. Most of my sex was with Rebecca. But her husband fucked me while I did Rebecca just like we did this evening. She was an experienced lover and has taught me a number of things since we've know each other. As you have surmised, we're not lesbians, we're experimenters." I stirred up the most serious face I could under the circumstances, added a grin, still whispering, "How could I dislike someone who just brought me so much pleasure and who has rejuvenated my faith in women. My sex life has been the pits since Judith had her accident. When I came here with you today, I was tired, achy, and worn-down, however, at this moment, I'm feeling as if I could do the triathlon and not ever pant once. It's an OMG feeling worthy of the time, effort, and commitment." She put her lips against my ear and said, "Mark, I know you fucked Rebecca last week. That's the major reason you were invited her today and why I asked her to come back. I really did sign a contract with her, but we had planned to approach you even before her attorney died. Rebecca and I decided between ourselves that you were worth hanging on to as a lover that wouldn't complicate our lives. We wanted a fuck-buddy and assumed that was your intention also. But we---" Rebecca rolled over the top of me, interrupted, saying, "What am I missing here? Let me in on the conversation."

I kissed her temple and answered, "Leslie convinced me to sign a contract to become the fuck-buddy to the two of you for the undetermined future. She tells me it's binding as soon as you sign the paperwork."

"You mean she didn't tell you I have already signed," and we all three lay there laughing as I had a hand between their legs and they both had a grip on my limp, but once again interested, older dick.

After three glorious years, I still haven't told them that I was an accident that didn't sign up, that Sam did it.