Author's Note: This story is a follow on to the story "The Five" published on Literotica, 9/4/2023,
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-five-3
. This story stands on its own and reading "The Five" is not required to follow this story. However, reading "The Five" may be entertaining on its own merits.
My son, Robbie, is a hell of a good sport and an incredible lover and I know that because of a sneeze.
Three years ago, and for a number of years before that, I, Jillian, and four of my neighbors were meeting every Wednesday afternoon for coffee, conversation and gossip. Over time, as we got to know each other on more personal levels, we added lunch and games.
The game was poker and we played until four pm when it was time to pack up, go home and get dinner on the table for our husbands. We didn't play for money, just chips. We started even each Wednesday and compared results at four pm. There wasn't any prize. Just the satisfaction of winning the most chips at the end of the afternoon.
Some of us became dissatisfied with winning without prizes and they suggested we play for higher stakes, something meaningful. We discarded the possibility of money thinking that losing money would eventually impact the group's cohesiveness negatively. After some thought, some embarrassment and more than a few giggles, we settled on clothing.
I know that sounds outlandish. Strip poker with five mature women and no men but that's what we played, strip poker. The game was over when one of us was naked. Initially, it was intimidating, being naked in front of our friends. It was a real penalty but, over time, it began to feel normal. We were among friends and being naked wasn't a big deal. Some of us enjoyed it so much; I suspected they were actually trying to lose.
It worked so well that we changed the rules. The game wasn't over until four pm or all of us were naked. Of course, naked players wanted to keep playing while the rest of us caught up. That led to the addition of challenges. If an already naked player lost again, she was required to perform a challenge suggested by the winner of the hand.
It wasn't a big deal. Most of the time, four pm arrived well before everyone was naked and challenges were almost nonexistent. Even when required, challenges consisted of kisses or an occasional boob squeeze. The most outstanding benefit of the game was that, every Wednesday afternoon we went home sexually aroused and every Wednesday night we fucked our husbands senseless.
And then Robbie sneezed. That Wednesday afternoon we were meeting at my house. Like every other Wednesday, the house was supposed to be vacant. Just the five of us women. However, that Wednesday, Robbie had an unexpected change in his work schedule. He was home instead of working. I tried to get him to leave for the afternoon but he insisted he wanted to spend his time off at home. I compromised. I made him promise to remain locked in his room. No leaving the room for any reason, no matter how important. That included bathroom breaks. I trusted him and he kept his promise.
The five of us gathered in the living room. We were ready to play poker. The cards were shuffled and ready to be dealt. Then Robbie sneezed.
Immediately, everyone knew we weren't alone in the house. Under pressure, I admitted that my son, Robbie, was locked in his bedroom and wouldn't interrupt us. The others weren't as confident as I was about Robbie's ability to control his curiosity. The majority of them were uneasy about the prospect of being caught naked by a curious twenty something man.
We had an animated discussion about how to deal with the situation. Then, Pat Higgins, my next door neighbor, suggested that we invite Robbie to play with us. That started an even more intense conversation. Eventually, everyone was excited about playing with a man and the possibility of a naked man at that. Suddenly, being naked in a room with a naked man appealed to everyone. I was the last to agree. Robbie was my son and the images the others were imagining were not only socially proscribed to me, they were illegal. Pat convinced me to imagine Robbie as just another man, not my son. I capitulated and we invited Robbie to play with us.
I could see Robbie's mind working as the rules of the game were explained to him. Just being in the room with five naked women, ten tits and five pussies, was infinitely superior to watching porn on his laptop in his room.
There was only one problem. Robbie was severely underfunded. His shorts and t-shirt was six items fewer than our usual outfits. Stacy Adams banished that problem. She suggested that Robbie assume control of the game, deal all the hands and that he do so naked. Somehow, even Robbie accepted that compromise.
After two hands, Robbie calculated how long the game would take. He concluded that it was possible that none of us women would be naked by four pm and it seemed unfair since he was already naked. With unanimous agreement, poker became a single card dealt to each of the women and low card lost. An unexpected benefit was that we would save so much time that more challenges would be possible, even plentiful.
Pat was the first to become naked and in a tie with Erica Szymczyk, the first to face a challenge. She pointed out that we didn't have a winner, just losers and immediately suggested that the losers choose their own challenges and each challenge should include Robbie.
Everyone cheered Pat's suggestion, including Robbie. Why wouldn't he? He was about to engage in something physical with a naked woman that she chose. He smiled like the winner he was.
For her first challenge, Pat sat across Robbie's lap and kissed him. Not a polite, socially acceptable kiss, a real barn burner involving tongues and, if possible, tonsils. I guessed what Pat was doing. She was performing the first of several increasingly sexual challenges ending with Robbie, and at least one of us, getting laid.
Sizzle, that's what we all called Erica because none of us could pronounce her last name, was next. Instead of sitting across Robbie's lap, she straddled his legs, slid forward and trapped his erection between his belly and her pubic hair. Then she tried to outdo Pat's kiss.
By the time I lost my panties and the game was over, Robbie had fucked Sizzle and Pat and everyone was looking to next Wednesday and the next game.
The events of the afternoon had inflamed my libido and I was unable to fully satisfy myself even after fucking Harold, my husband, twice that night.
Robbie had Thursday off and he slept late. That Thursday morning, after Harold had left for work, I snuck into Robbie's room. He was sound asleep but he had what I hoped I'd find, a morning erection. Before he got out of bed, I solved both our problems. The fact that he was my son no longer mattered, except when Harold was home.
Friday Robbie had to go to work. He usually went in about noon. Before he left for work, I relieved his morning erection.
The following week, Robbie returned to his usual work schedule and didn't attend the Wednesday afternoon gathering and game. I was waiting for Robbie when he got home. I told him that the girls missed him and they wanted to know if he could change his work schedule to have Wednesdays off. I even suggested that they might wander into the grocery store on Wednesday afternoons if he had to work.
I don't know what he told his manager, but he managed to rearrange his schedule to have Mondays and Wednesdays off. The game was on.
Actually, the game changed significantly. The game was a distraction. The challenges became the primary focus of Wednesday afternoons and everyone wanted to eliminate the randomness of the time and level of attention they had with Robbie. We settled on a schedule. Every Wednesday afternoon, Robbie would entertain one of us in his bedroom and the remaining four women would gather in another house for games and challenges.
That's been the situation for the last two years. In addition to work and his activities with us including additional assignations with both Pat, me or one of the other women, Robbie's been attending Community College. In May he graduated with an Associate's degree in civil engineering and he's been looking for a job. His efforts have been successful and he's been offered a job with an architectural company at a starting salary considerably higher than what he earns at the grocery store.
Unfortunately, the job offer is in another city about eight hundred miles away. He accepted the offer and was preparing to leave. The company had a continuing education program and had offered a furnished apartment for thirty days to give him time to find a place of his own. He wanted to get started as soon as possible.
The women were disconsolate when they learned that Robbie would be leaving. Never the less, we gave him a grand send off. We had an all night party at Pat's house since she was a widow and we could party without interference or spectators. We told our husbands that we were celebrating Pat's birthday and not to expect us home until the next morning. Harold, my husband, assumed that meant drinking and strippers. I didn't disabuse him of that opinion.
The first Wednesday afternoon after Robbie left was a somber affair. None of us was feeling good about an afternoon without our favorite man. We sat around my living room trying to find a reasonable solution to our man free problem. We processed many suggestions, from soliciting a replacement to paying for escort services and rejected all of them as unworkable, unconfidential or too expensive.
I had had early information about Robbie's plans and had been thinking about the issue longer than the others. Hesitantly, I made a suggestion. "Ladies," I began. "We've all known that eventually this day would come. Unfortunately, we didn't have any idea that it would have the impact that it obviously has."
Everyone nodded in agreement. "However, I think an answer is closer than you'd expect."
I had everyone's attention. "Robbie was the natural extension of a long standing relationship. He was in the right place at the right time. We didn't need to recruit him. He was just there. I suggest the answer to our problem is also right in front of us if we are willing to see it."
I could see the other's thinking about my words. Stacey Adams was the first to speak. "Are you suggesting we recruit one of our husbands?" she asked.
That comment set the room on fire. "Not quite," I told Stacey.
