All of my doubts about my obsession with Connie were gone. I had been sixteen when we broke up before and had wondered ever since whether I had really been as deeply in love as it had seemed at the time. Did I really know what love was when I was that young?
For that matter, had I ever known what love was? None of my failed marriages had any, that's for sure. Did I know now? I certainly still felt the same attraction, and it wasn't just physical. I had probably had more conversations with her than any other girl except two others.
It was sad to think that I was including three wives in that equation. I would have to give it some thought later. My situation now made it inevitable that we would have much less in common than we had before.
Linda broke into my daydreaming when she quipped, "Sis, that monster buried in you looks like he's still hungry. If you won't feed it, there are three other volunteers waiting!"
Connie said, "I'm not ready to quit yet!" She demonstrated that by beginning to ride my still-hard cock. She started slow and continued that way when she found her rhythm.
It didn't take long for her to come again. I had help getting her there. Paula was kissing her as she rode me, while Linda and Beth each nibbled a breast. From her reactions, the feeling must have been intense. I was kind of glad her screams were muffled because she was very loud. Connie finally collapsed in exhaustion, and Paula took her place.
It took her almost half an hour before she had enough, but I got no respite. Poor Beth had been waiting in frustration, and when she got her turn, I was not only afraid the bed would collapse but was also hoping the garage was built really well!
I finally released what I hoped was my last offering for a while, and she fell next to me panting. The others had tried to give her the same treatment Connie had received, but she was moving so fast that it was impossible.
I struggled up for a trip to the head, and Paula was kind enough to help me.
She startled me when she closed the door behind us, and before I could ask why, she explained, "I wanted to ask you something.
Do you think Joyce was kidding when she asked Al if he wanted a third? It seemed to me that she may have been fishing for a hint that he was open to the idea when she suggested it. I know Linda is interested. She practically drooled when she saw Al, but could your brother deal with her problem?"
I chuckled and told her, "The nickname the team gave him is "Trigger. "It doesn't have anything to do with football either. It started in the locker room. They were referring to Roy Roger's horse."
After a moment, a look of comprehension dawned on her face, and she smiled, "Runs in the family, huh?" I told her that might be so, and we made plans to feel out the thoughts of our respective siblings before trying to get Linda involved.
We had a chance to examine the possibilities sooner than we imagined. It seemed everyone wanted to swim for a while. Connie and Linda ran home for suits, or rather, Linda ran and Connie wobbled. She was a bit unsteady and bowlegged. They said they'd meet us at the pool.
Joyce and Al were already there, so I drafted him to help me gather some drinks for the ladies so I would have an excuse to talk to him alone in the kitchen. As we were loading up a cooler, I broached the subject, "Bro, if I ask you a question, will you promise to keep it to yourself and not get pissed at me?"
After he agreed, I continued, "I guess you noticed the growing crowd." (Al nodded.) Well, I have a small problem.
It seems one of them is very attracted to you, and I need to know if you and Joyce would be open to spending some time with her. I think your partner may be, and unless I'm mistaken, Beth's asking her the same question I'm asking you."
Al looked at me like I had grown a third head before replying, "What guy wouldn't? Joyce would have to ask me first, though.
I would never risk losing her over my fantasies. Another thing—no offense, but I'm not even remotely attracted to girls your age. They're all very pretty, but they're also twelve years old."
I smiled and said, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised you didn't see her since you always seem to have your eyes glued to Joyce, but she'll be here shortly."
We were interrupted by the object of his affection.
We hadn't heard her come in and about jumped out of our skins when she put her arms around Al from behind and said, "I'm here now."
I sheepishly asked her how much of that she caught, and she smiled and said, "Enough. Alas, these little plotters figured me out pretty fast.
I've been jealous of them since the moment I saw three of them together. It's sweet of you to say you didn't notice the beautiful blond goddess who walked through the house earlier.
I don't know how you could have missed her, but I didn't. If she's as nice as Beth says, I think we should hang around and get to know her better."
Al looked dumbstruck as he asked, "Are you sure about this?" Joyce kissed him hotly, and I got an instant woody from the look of wanton lust in her eyes as she said, "Guys aren't the only ones with fantasies." I handed her an ice cube and quipped, "Please use this! You just made the temperature in the room go up twenty degrees!"
She calmly took the cube, pulled my trunks out, and after a long look, dropped it in and released them. She still had the look in her eyes when she told Al, "I almost feel sorry for those girls when he gets bigger. I hope they're flexible." She walked out the door, her amazing ass hypnotizing us as she sauntered back to the pool.
After fishing the ice out, I said, "You picked a winner there, bro. Make damn sure you keep her!"
When Connie and her sister returned, there were only two loungers open. One was next to me, and the other was conveniently located between Al and Joyce. Connie quickly sat down next to me and took her shorts and t-shirt off to reveal a very nice white bikini.
Linda didn't seem to mind the arrangement and did the same at the other open space.
Al definitely noticed her this time. With a body like hers and in a suit so small that it was obvious she had to trim her bush to wear it, there was no way any straight male who had a pulse could fail to When the females on my side asked me to start with the oil, Joyce caught on fast and suggested that Al do the honors for Linda first.
It didn't take long for everyone to notice that Al didn't have the extra support I did in his trunks. Linda was on her stomach and didn't have a clue until Connie said, "Hey, sis, look! I thought the trunk was supposed to be on the elephant, but it looks like there's an elephant in his trunks!"