It's been a while since I added to this story so a very brief summary of how we got here is appropriate.
Five years ago, Ned returned to Australia from a Pacific cruise on his yacht with four women. During the cruise they shared an intensely sexual polygamous relationship, the story of which is told in my Unexpected Threesome series. Ned was close to 60, three of the women were about half his age, Liddy, the other was eight years younger than him.
Two, Amy and Liddy, stayed with him and continued the relationship. The others kept in close and constant contact but, as Ned encouraged them to do, found more appropriately aged husbands and became mothers.
When Covid struck and closed borders Liddy was trapped back in her native New York while visiting her recently born grandchild. Things turned nasty when Ellen's doctor husband died of Covid while treating patients. Unfortunately the surrounding publicity about the hero doctor had a bad outcome for Ellen, causing her to be stalked and harassed by a few unknown people who'd seen the photo of his very attractive wife in the news reports.
For safety, she, her au pair and toddler children moved into Ned's large house.
There, it became obvious to Amy that Ellen was in desperate need of more than just a safe shelter and, being the kind soul she was, she arranged for Ellen to rejoin the polygamous family.
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With Ellen once again becoming part of the polygamous family, it became more important than ever to make sure I attended to their individual needs and not just treat them as 'the girls'.
Amy is the most complex. So kind, thoughtful, generous and outgoing. It would be easy to forget she has her own needs. But she does and they run deep.
The story has been told and analysed here many times. Ten years of suffering through a highly abusive relationship; where rape and beatings were daily occurrences can't fail to damage you and leave some imprint.
Her most important need is to feel loved. In a way, that's everyone's need. But Amy was denied the slightest scintilla of love during her earlier relationship, so the need is greater for her and her response to being really loved is all the greater. And in a polygamous relationship it is all too easy to leave her feeling she has to compete for it.
She's not clingy in any annoying or pitiful sort of way, but she does want to feel secure that she has a competitive advantage over the other girls to compensate for where she recognises they have the advantage. And while I feel absolutely guilty about it, the advantage she holds dearest is the fact I find her the most beautiful, desirable and sexy woman in the world.
As my most constant companion for the last seven years, she knows she has me sexually and lovelornly wrapped around her little finger; completely beholden to her, almost as her sexual slave.
You would think that someone who had been subjected to a decade of loveless, exploitive and sometimes violent partner rapes would be wary of sex. But for Amy, it's had the opposite effect. As she acknowledges, having discovered the joy of good sex, she's almost addicted to it and certainly responds to it physically and vocally with an enthusiasm that motivates one to satisfy her demands.
To her, my arousal in her presence - a full, hard, pre-cum weeping erection - is the most manifest display of my feelings of lust towards her. She goes out her way to keep me in that state whenever I'm in her presence; which given she's COVID working from home and I'm semi-retired, can sometimes feel like it's a permanent hard on.
The way in which she does that has been endlessly written about too. She didn't start the technique. That was Issie on the yacht when this whole polygamous thing started some seven years ago. Tiny, tight fitting, fuck me bikinis - as Issie termed them - being seemingly their only items of clothing and highly sexualised, body displaying clothing when weather or being in public required something more. That combined with being constantly manhandled by the girls pretty well did the trick.
But to maintain its effectiveness for so long, as Ellen and Issie moved on and she increasingly became the main provider of the sexual tease and as I've reached undeniably mature years, Amy has raised the art to a whole new level.
It's almost like she done a forensic analysis of just what it is in what she wears (or doesn't) that has the most powerful effect on me. Just the right amount on display (although the prudes and feminists would probably say, it's way, way too much) and, just as importantly I think, just the right amount suggestively hidden. There's nothing like a good tease to arouse one's interest and manhood, however often you've seen the naked body underneath.
And while manhandling never fails, Amy's can achieve the same effect way more subtly than that. She's developed a sensuous, cat like sashay in her every movement; something she even seems to be able to project while sitting at her work desk turned to talk to me.
The bottom line is, it works. For all the depth of emotional love I feel for her, I can't deny the physical attraction constantly draws me to her presence to bask in the arousal that brings on. Of course, if she's going to do all the work to produce that arousal, she wants to see the results. While it was in any case my habit all those years ago on the yacht, she's fairly insistent that, absent bad weather or going out in public, my clothing rarely consists of more than a pair of Speedo style swim briefs. In them, nothing is hidden.
Where I've had to push back just a little on her expectation of me is on what I do with that erection. Or maybe when I do it. Whatever!
When I was trying to keep four younger women satisfied on the yacht, of necessity I let them set the sexual agenda. I responded, rather than instigated; at least when it came to penetration. That minimised the jealously that me selecting one of them to vent my lust on might have caused.
After Issie and Ellen moved out, Amy made it clear, that old habit had to go. She wanted me to instigate penetration; to in effect demonstrate my lust towards her by taking her body. That was fair enough to a point. But what we had to work out - and more so as I got older - was that I derived a lot of pleasure by playing with and lusting over her first and I didn't really want to be denied that. And now Ellen's back, and Amy's demand for sex has actually increased, being allowed to satisfy her, and acknowledge my attraction to her, by more than just pounding her with my cock has become all the more important.
In a way, today's 'lunch break sex' - as in our regular sex play as Amy takes her luncheon break from working at home - well illustrates the point.
As usual, it starts 'innocently' enough with us sitting on the lounge by the pool; me sitting upright, Amy lying down with her hips over my lap. OK, I'll grant you, that's not very innocent, especially when she's dressed in a fuck me bikini and the outcome is predetermined.
