I came back and sat down on the bed as Stephanie started to recount what happened during her evening. As she was doing so, she was stripping out of her clothes like this was a perfectly normal thing to do. While I watched and listened, it dawned on me that maybe Stephanie wasn't kidding when she said "I see you're ready for me."

The gist of what happened was that Stephanie and Troy had also gone out together for the evening. Stephanie's parents weren't home, and weren't expected home. So, when they got back, Troy and Stephanie had the house to themselves and could fuck wherever and however they wanted in the house (well, not her parent's bed, but pretty much anywhere else). So, they did according to Stephanie.

They eventually ended up in Stephanie's bed. After Troy had cum in her (again) and they were laying in bed together, Troy told Stephanie that he had to leave. Stephanie wanted him to stay or at least call his parents, to let them know where he was and ask if he could stay at least a while longer. He wouldn't call and didn't do that.

I asked if they had an argument over that (I think the word I used was snit). She told me no, that they had a tearful good bye because he and his family would be travelling and that she was disappointed that he didn't stay. But no argument. I knew she was trying to compare the degree of control her parents exerted (or didn't) to Troy's parents.

"I've got bad news for you," I said. "Some parents try to control your life well into adulthood They might tell you that it's just them being concerned as a parent and there's probably truth to that. But I know that I bristle at that sometimes and I'm 33 years old."

Anyway, Stephanie was in that big house alone after Troy had left and she knew where Abby and I were from a previous conversation with Abby. So, here she was (ready to be fucked?). I kept looking towards Abby for some sort of guidance about what she wanted me to do with this situation. This was like what I faced with Catie and her friend Jody. But Catie was explicit, she wanted me to fuck her best friend and in fact arranged for it to be so. Catie liked watching us, directing us, coaching us. After cumming in her friend, Catie liked eating and sharing my cum that I had just shot into her best friend (it was later that I realized that Catie was likely bisexual though she didn't explicitly identify that way. It was 1985, after all).

Abby was far subtler about what she wanted. She was similar to Catie in that she liked watching me fuck her friends and liked knowing that, with respect to her friends, she could lend me out like a library book. But Abby wasn't as active a participant compared to Catie.

Once Stephanie was out of her clothes, she crawled across the bed between Abby and I and then laid down on her back with her legs spread.

"So, cum on, big boy! Cum up here and fuck me!" Stephanie said.

My hands formed a "T" as I said. "Hold on! Time Out!"

I turned to Abby. "And you're okay with this? You want me to do this?" She told me she was okay with it and that she did want me to do it.

I immediately went to a safe-sex question. I didn't know Troy (or anyone else that he had slept with) or anyone else that Stephanie had slept with since the last time she and I were together.

"Just because we've fucked before doesn't mean that I'm just going to fuck you again without knowing what's happened since then!" I was pretty direct about that. Stephanie told me to relax. That she had picked a virgin (Troy) and she was "training him."

Besides, she had just gotten her test results back as part of her required physical for attending the university (Abby had gotten one a little earlier, too). She pulled the copy out of her bag and the print out from a dot matrix printer told the story. I remember that I had to do the same thing to attend my university.

Well, Stephanie wasn't who I had on my sexual menu this night and it could limit how many more times I might be able to cum in Abby. But if Abby wanted me to do this, I wasn't going to disappoint. "I might as well dive in, head first," I thought. I got on my knees and headed between her legs. She probably thought I was just going to get on top of her and slide my cock into her wet and cum-leaking pussy. I think I surprised her by dropping my mouth and tongue there, instead.

"Ohhh," Stephanie responded with a loud exhale. She didn't push me away. She probably thought she'd feel my cock sliding into her wet "sloppy seconds" pussy. Instead, she was experiencing me eating Troy's cum out of her. In fact, moments later she was grasping the back and sides of my head and pulling my face into her pussy...hard, while arching her back on the bed (giving me even more and better access). She finally released my head and I came up on all fours while she shook on the bed under me. Her nipples were pointed and hard and looked inviting to go to next, but I stayed put. I turned to Abby who was beside us watching and whispered a line I had used many times: "I think she like it!"

Stephanie must have heard me because she practically yelled "OH GOD, YES!" I was pleased with myself for providing her so much pleasure.

While Stephanie knew and had experienced me eating my own cum out of her, she didn't know or hadn't thought that I'd eat some other guys cum out of her (or any other of my sex partners). OF course, she didn't know the details of Catie and I in Minneapolis (though Abby did). So, the surprise was real, and for Stephanie, the experience was an incredible turn-on.

As Stephanie came down from her orgasm, I slowly brought my mouth and tongue back to her pussy.

"Gently," she whispered. "Gently,..." I did what she requested. A few minutes later she was cumming again, though not like the first time. After that wave passed, Stephanie turned to Abby and said "You're so lucky he does that so well." Abby agreed. This was enough foreplay for Stephanie. She wanted me inside her. I moved up along her body, stopping only a moment or two at her nipples to give them some attention. Abby, who was positioned beside us with her legs spread as she fingered herself as in a position where I could lean over Stephanie's side and get my mouth down to Abby's pussy at a sort of sideways angle. I ran my mouth and tongue over her pussy in a way that caused Abby to tense at the touch. I didn't stay in that position long and I push myself up to Abby's lips for a kiss. "A taste of Troy for you," I said quietly.

I then recentered over Stephanie's body, positioned my cock by sense of touch, and started to slide my cock into Stephanie's vagina. After sliding in and out of Abby several times per day during the past week, I was aware of the subtle differences in sensations between Abby's and Stephanie's vagina as I pressed my cock into Stephanie.

Stephanie went immediately after my mouth; kissing me, sweeping her tongue around my mouth to taste her juices, Abby's juices, and Troy's cum (as retrieved by my mouth). It was the first time she had ever experienced anything like that. While we fucked mostly face-to-face in the missionary position, Abby fingered herself and squeezed her breasts and nipples to have her own orgasms. When Stephanie flipped me over onto my back so that she was on top, Abby wasted no time sitting on my face and having me lick her out. Abby and Stephanie were holding each other's hands as they both rode me. It didn't take me long to reach the point of no return and cum inside of Stephanie. I reached around Abby's legs as best I could to grab Stephanie's hips to force her down on my cock. She got the message and ground down on me. I reached up with my arms and locked around Abby's hips to draw her down hard on my face.

I whimpered from such pleasure and from the need to breath.

Okay, I admit it. This wasn't what I had planned to do, but I sure did enjoy it.

Abby got off my face and allowed Stephanie to lay down on my chest. We shared little kisses while Stephanie told me I needed to "bottle that" and teach classes. But then she reached back and slid my cock out of her, repositioned herself and me, and slid my cock up her ass before I had a chance to soften.

"You still own my ass," she said to me as she moved to keep me in her ass with a decent erection as I recovered from cumming in her. She told me all sorts of kinky stuff about me being in her ass and it worked to her goal of now having me fuck her in her ass. My cum was running out of her pussy onto my pubic bone as she rode me. Once we were convinced that I was going to stay erect enough, we changed positions so that I was fucking her ass from behind. The cum that was in my pubic hairs drained down to the base of my cock in addition to being spread right above Stephanie's asshole. A sort of lubricant supply.

I got an unexpected surprise as Abby came up beside me as I was fucking Stephanie. Besides a nearly POV look as she watched my cock slide in and out of her ass, she placed her right hand on my buttocks and slipped a finger in my ass. In a minute or two Stephanie asked Abby what she was doing to me.

"Oh, I have a finger or two up his ass," Abby said. "Why?"

"He's getting bigger and harder," Stephanie told Abby. I normally associated this with getting ready to cum, though I didn't really feel like I was all that close. I did know that the the tip(s) of her finger(s) were on my prostate gland just on the other side of my rectal wall. It surprised me when it didn't take me long before I know I was getting ready to cum. I let both of them know I was about to cum and then I did. I drove my cock deep inside Stephanie. Abby kept her fingers in my ass as I was cumming. Abby told us how neat it was to feel me cumming through my asshole. I can tell you it felt really good to have her finger or fingers in me. When I finally laid down on Stephanie, Abby's fingers followed me down on while I was laying there, my cock still in her ass. Abby could feel the random firing of my cum after the initial 30 seconds or so of my cumming and spurting into Stephanie's ass.

Abby kept her finger(s) in me for several minutes before withdrawing them. I slipped out of Stephanie's ass about 10 minutes after cumming in her ass. Abby had me get up and follow her into the bathroom where she washed her hands and my cock. She was telling me how hot it was to be there with me and to feel me cum like that in her best friend's ass. We all did a bathroom break and I ended up in the bed between Abby and Stephanie after we returned to the bed. There I was between two beautiful young women. But I needed a little rest and they gently stroked me while they talked between themselves.

Stephanie thanked Abby for letting me play with her telling Abby that it was just what she needed.

I dozed off for a while. It was about two hours later that I was awakened by Abby mounting me. Apparently, I had gotten erect in my sleep and Abby took that as the signal to mount me again. I really did love it when she did this and I woke up to her making love to me. Stephanie was laying beside me watching until Abby told her to get up and get on my face. I was now eating mostly my cum and whatever residual of Troy's cum was inside Stephanie. I just laid there and enjoyed what the two of them were doing to and with me. It took me a little less than 25 minutes to cum in Abby again.

As soon as I finished cumming, Abby pulled up and me out of her. Stephanie took her place and got my wet and still hard cock into her. They changed places. Abby put a plug in to her pussy to which meant I wouldn't be dealing with so much of my cum but I did have to be careful about her plug and my teeth. It was tempting for me to try to pull it out of her with me teeth. But I didn't.

Stephanie rode me pretty hard and I could tell she was cumming multiple times though I couldn't see her because Abby was on my face. I just let her do all the work and control all the angles. And then I could feel my buildup again and the next thing I knew I was cumming in Stephanie again. After I had cum for both of them, we curled back up in bed together. Stephanie told Abby and I that we really needed to get together in Corvallis so that we could fuck together and I could show Troy some pointers. After a few minutes of that conversation, the three of us drifted off to sleep. The video recorder shut off shortly after that.

I awoke a few minutes after 5:00 AM. I knew I'd be getting a call soon from my group at the RDU airport. It came right after 5:15 AM. I answered the phone. Everyone was there as planned and the flights were on time. I confirmed that I would be at the hotel until about 8:30 if anything changed and we went over the plans again if flights got delayed or cancelled. Everything seemed set for me to meet my group around 1:00 PM Pacific Time in Seattle.

After I hung up, Stephanie got up and told us that she needed to go home and that she'd see us in a couple of hours (at Abby's house). The two of us (Stephanie and I) embraced and I took her breasts into my hands and mouth to give them the attention that I really hadn't given them all morning.

"You keep doing that and we're going to have to fuck again," Stephanie said.

"Is that such a bad thing?" I asked.

"No, but you spend the rest of your time with her," Stephanie said, referring to Abby. Stephanie put her clothes on told us good-bye and that she's see us in a few hours.

Over the next two hours, Abby and I were inseparable as we were sexually intertwined. The reality of the countdown of time was starting to press upon both of us and neither of us really wanted to let go of the other just as neither of us really wanted us to be unplugged from each other...that my cock was meant and needed to be inside her body, that her body needed to wrap around and protect my cock. Until, at last, we knew we needed to get cleaned up, packed to leave, and on the road to Abby's house. When we got into the shower together was when our tears first really started to flow. We reassured each other that it would be okay and that we would be okay. We both knew that was true, but it seemed hollow comfort.

At 8:30, we gathered our stuff and took it out to the car and then checked out of the hotel. It wasn't a long drive back to Abby's house. I tried to keep the tears at bay so that I could drive. Abby was sniffing and dabbing her eyes as we held hands driving back to her neighborhood on the west side of Portland. It was another beautiful day in the in the valley and would be for sun and fun on the rivers. But not for us.

When I pulled into the driveway at Abby's house, there were three more cars than the usual compliment. Abby recognized two of them as belonging to Stephanie's parents and Stephanie. The third car was unknown to her. Rather than parking on the street, I pulled in behind them and told Abby that I'd move mine if someone needed to get out. We retrieved Abby's bags and stuff and entered the house through the side door and could hear people talking.

When we entered the kitchen area, we saw everyone sitting around the table. There was Abby's dad, Stephanie's mother and father (who I had last seen at the graduation), Stephanie, and then Abby's dad's new woman friend and love interest, Glenna. I realized that I had met her at the funeral and back at the house after the funeral services. "Good to see you again" was the refrain I used. I asked Abby if she wanted me to take her stuff upstairs to her room. She told me that she'd take it upstairs and she and Stephanie went upstairs.

"We've got coffee and orange juice here, if you want it," Glenna said to me.

"Thank you. I'll take both," I said. Cups of coffee and orange juice were poured and the conversation turned towards how our trip to Idaho was, what I was doing (for business) during the trip, and an assorted discussion of what my job involved, including my training and teaching duties.

"I bet it was nice to have Abby along with you," Glenna said.

"Yes, it was. I'm glad it gave Abby and I more time together. Abby got to see some of the sites in the Oregon and Idaho deserts and It was nice to have her to talk with along during the long drive there and back," I said. I didn't have to spell it out for them. They all knew it was also more time for Abby and I to be together sexually and romantically. The conversation turned briefly to the stark contrasts and beauty of the desert and the river as well as the Snake River Canyons.

"So," Stephanie's mom asked, "what did you think when you found out about our family 'get togethers? ' Were you surprised?" Since it was no longer a secret, at least among all the people currently occupying this residence, it was something that could be discussed openly. I had already figured out that Stephanie's parents were here at Abby's house overnight while Stephanie was with her boyfriend Troy and then with Abby and I.

"You can say that," I responded. "I know I was, and I think I can say Abby was, too." This wasn't a guess on my part because of the conversations we had about what Abby's dad had shared with us. I guessed that it had been a shock to Stephanie, as well, even if she had suspected something. "I understand keeping it from your children. That might give you some unexpected and unhappy responses." I was thinking about Abby's oldest brother as I said that and his response to finding out about Abby and I. I could only imagine what his response would be like if he found out that his loving mother and father had not been in a sexually monogamous relationship throughout his life.

"But you know something? If it keeps your relationship alive and vibrant to be in love with each other for yourselves and your children, as apparently it has, then maybe that's a good thing." I hadn't really thought about it that way before, or at least not before I met Catie. I had thought that maybe I had missed some hints that my ex-wife had tossed out to me as I had reflected back on our marriage together. I had dismissed it at the time as just being a fantasy on my part. Meeting Catie changed that for me. But I also realized that this sort of lifestyle wouldn't work for everyone. It required a different and more flexible mindset than most of us had as a matter of training in the culture that we lived in.

"I understand you've had some experience with this," Stephanie's mom said to me. There was a moment where I wasn't sure what she knew or where this might go. Was she talking about what Catie and I had done? During our conversation with Abby's dad before we left, it was part of what I shared about the relationship between Catie and I. It seemed that was most likely. But she could have also been referring to what Stephanie, Abby, and their friends had done with me. I had no way of knowing what Stephanie had told her mom and dad. And if she had told them, how far that had travelled within the group.

"Who me?" I chose to feign ignorance with an obvious humored lilt. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"It sounds like you and Catie were getting into the same lifestyle that we share," Stephanie's mom said.

"Believe me, none of this was planned by me. None of this was what I expected when I got on that train last year and met Catie," I said. "I had no idea of what I was getting into." That was certainly true. I had no idea that my life would unfold like it had in the past year. "In my wildest dreams, I couldn't have imagined any of this happening. But, I've learned a lot."

I gave them a couple of examples from the experience that Catie and I had leading up to and after our trip to Minneapolis. I told them that I felt very close to Catie emotionally knowing that we were our primary couple and anything else done with others was just for the additional pleasure without being threatening to our relationship.

I realized that these women had somehow fallen into my lap, so to speak. But they also had a rather different view of monogamous relationships. These women I had met, younger and older, seemed to want a more open, less traditional relationships that were emotionally committed but not bound by the usual sexual boundaries or limitations. I identified it as being libertarian. I wasn't sure whether this was an Oregonian characteristic, but it sure seemed more prevalent in the Portland area (at least in the people that I had met over the past year).

"Maybe the guys I know back home are more possessive. Or maybe the women out here are just less repressed than back home," I said, while in the back of my mind I was thinking about all the churches and their rules. "I know women have a very distinct advantage over us guys."

"Oh, according to our daughter, we hear you're quite the stud," she said to me. "She hasn't told us everything that you, she, Abby, Catie, and others have done together. But we can make a pretty good guess."

I must have looked worried like I was about to be punched in the face, though I didn't sense that in the moment.

"Oh, it's okay," Stephanie's dad said to me. "Stephanie's a big girl and while we try to avoid big mistakes, we try to let her make her own decisions. If she wants to sleep with you, as long as you treat her well, and Abby's okay with that...and everyone's staying sexually safe...."

"Oh, I get tested and I do pack condoms if there are questions about sexual partners," I volunteered.

This was a lot more out in the open than I was accustomed to or had been accustomed to when I was their daughters age, even if where I grew up was equally as cosmopolitan. But it might also be a different cultural thing out here, I thought. Once you're an adult, you're responsible for being one. Back home, parents and their adult children certainly didn't openly talk about sex and sex partners.

This was a little more than surreal. Here I was, sitting at the table with the father of one daughter that I had just taken on a trip with me, with whom I had fucked and made love to multiple times every night we were gone AND sitting with the parents of another daughter with whom I had also had sex with earlier this morning while I was with Abby. My sperm was in both of them. Vaginally and anally. That didn't really ht me until later.

Then it turned weird.

"The next time you're out here, maybe you would like to try-out for our group?" Stephanie's mom asked. "We certainly would like to see what you've got." I wasn't sure who the "we" was. Was it Stephanie's parents. Was it an offer from this group like it was for Catie and I in Minneapolis? But I felt I had to draw a line somewhere and this was it.

"I've done a mom and daughter situation before where I was the only guy involved. No husband, no father. Twice. One was a nightmarish experience, one was quite erotic. I've also done threesomes multiple times where I was the second male with a couple in a threesome setting. But I think being involved with a mother/father and their daughter is too much, even for me. I looked at Stephanie's parents for a reaction and then to Abby's dad and Glenna. I didn't really get one, or at least one that I could discern.

It was only later that I found out that it was a test of whether I would draw a line. And that I had passed.

About this time Abby and Stephanie came back downstairs and joined us at the table.

"Whatcha' guys been doing?" Stephanie asked. It seemed it was mostly directed at her parents.

"Oh, just chatting," Stephanie's mom said.

The conversation about group sex ended there and turned to breakfast choices and breakfast. It turned into a group cooking experiences in the kitchen that was large enough to accommodate all of us moving around as we fixed breakfast.

Our conversation moved on to other topics like what I'd be doing in the next week.

"Oh, I've become a Pacific Northwest Tour Guide for friends and family. Last summer it was my mom, this year it's a friend who is bringing my son and her daughter out here for a week of sightseeing. Next year it will probably be my dad or some other friends who have never been out here."

Abby knew who this friend was, of course. At the time, I didn't think that this was a promising relationship because she, like me was going through a divorce (her second one). We had met through a coworker and mutual friend and she found me "interesting." But at the time, though there was some chemistry between us, it sputtered in fits and spurts. There was nothing smooth about this recent relationship and it looked like it wasn't going anywhere.

After breakfast, Abby took me upstairs to her room for one last (quiet) lovemaking session before I left. We stripped naked and got in her bed. She wanted to feel me inside her and wanted to feel me cum inside her one more time before I left. I wanted to feel her vagina wrapped around my cock and holding me tightly as I came inside her, too. The emotions of those moments made it much more difficult for her to cum. She was fighting tears of sadness from our impending parting. She did cum (more than once) but it wasn't like earlier in the morning. We really hadn't planned this and I was glad that we took the time to make love one more time.

I shared those salty tears and told her that it would all be okay in the end. It wasn't just that we were parting and it would likely be a while before we saw each other again. It was the way the whole week of intimacy had played out between us. The feelings of love and affection were stronger now than ever before, something that we both had shared agreement about. It jumped far beyond the lust of the previous weekend.

At last I was getting close to cumming. She got up on top of me to feel the pulsing contractions of my cock as I squirted one more load of my cum inside her (for good measure?). After filling her womb one more time with my seed (as she put it), she let me slip out of her and inserted her plug to hold my cum inside her. She slid down and took my softening cock in her mouth to suck off any cum left inside me and on my cock.

Although we were quiet, I was fairly certain that everyone knew what we were doing. After laying there together, for several more minutes, I told her that it was time for me to get dressed and prepared to go. She didn't want me to get dressed but helped me, anyway. With one more kiss, it was time to head downstairs and for me to travel northward. I noticed the video camera and it was running. Abby had set it up "just in case."

Once downstairs, I said my goodbyes to everyone. Hugs to everyone. Kisses to Stephanie. As I left Stephanie, she said "We really need to get you down to Corvallis."

"I agree," I said.

Everyone walked outside to the car with Abby and I. Abby and I hugged and kissed.

"You know how to reach me if you need me?" She nodded she did. "If I don't talk before I get back, I'll talk to you then."

She looked up at me, her eyes wet with tears as were mine.

"We're a mess," I said. Abby nodded.

I didn't wait for her to say it. "I love you," I said. "I always will."

"I love you, too," and the tears really started flowing. I pulled her head to my chest and told her that everything would be okay.

Stephanie came up to the car and put her arm around Abby.

"Take care of her," I said to Stephanie. Stephanie told me she would and walked her away from the car befoe they both turned around towards me.

I wiped my eyes. With a wave I said, "Thank you, everyone. Until next time!"

We said our last goodbyes and I got in the car, belted in, started the car, and backed out of the driveway. One last wave and I was on my way towards the Interstate highway. I realized how my heart was beating. It was noticeable to me and it was a heartbeat of sadness. It was difficult driving those first couple of miles through the neighborhood. I kept wiping away the tears. I reached Interstate I-5 and drove northward to cross the Columbia River into Washington and onward to SEATAC. The first miles were tough, too.

This was unlike the tears for Catie, because I knew she was never going to be with me again except in my memories. This was more like when I drove away from my wife's apartment after we separated and actually took that first required step for divorce. In that moment, I remember the words that my ex-wife said to me: "everything will be okay."

At that time when we separated, she was still a part of my life and I had more to give and wanted to share this life together. Alas, we were getting divorced. I loved Abby and I felt that I had more to give her, too. But it, too, was just as uncertain. Maybe this time it would be different. Only time would tell.