How did I end up with two beautiful women living with me and making love with both of them? It wasn't just an idle fantasy; it really happened. I will start at the beginning and tell you the story. I am Alex Martin, by the way.
I met Jeanne on our first day working for Magnum International. I had just graduated with my Masters in Data Analysis and had been recruited by them. Jeanne had done the same except for earning an MBA. We sat next to each other on the first day of orientation. By noon, we were friends. By the time we left, Jeanne decided that we were going to sleep together that night. I suggested that we go to dinner and then dance for a while to make sure that we actually liked each other. She agreed and that became the core of our future relationship. She came up with the ideas and I put the details together to make it happen. We went to dinner, then danced, and then went back to her room and fucked each other until early morning. We made it to orientation on time, but we were both dragging.
By the end of the week, she decided that we should get an apartment together. I picked out several to look at and she was pleased with all of them and chose the one I liked best too. On our hiring anniversary date two years later, she announced that it was time for us to get married. I thought that this was a great idea and planned our wedding. Then two years later, I showed her five houses that she thought we were ready for. Once again, she picked the one that was my favorite and we became home owners. Both of us were working hard at our jobs and had only taken three day weekends off for short trips in the previous four years. In our fifth year, we were both promoted and given a nice bonus. For the first time, we talked about taking a real vacation.
She decided that we needed to go to Seattle. I made the plans and we had a great time. The next year she decided that we needed to go to London. I researched it and we once again came home relaxed and happy. Does that sound like normal behavior? It was for us.
I can't say that we hadn't changed at all because we had. When we met, she was 5'5" tall and weighed about 135 lbs with large B-cup breasts. Now she had lost about ten pounds and had grown to have a nicely shaped C-cup bust. I had been too slender when we met at 6 foot even, but weighing only about 150 lbs. Now I was 175 lbs with a fairly toned body. We had a gym membership, but were not fanatics about it. Where our sex life early on was frenetic with almost daily rounds of exhausting sex; today we made love two or three times a week. We admitted that we actually enjoyed each other more now since we knew each other so much better. We each knew what buttons to push and when and we took advantage of this knowledge to maximize our pleasure.
Jeanne got hit on regularly wherever we were. I quit worrying about it because she always ended the advance with the same response. "My husband treats me like a queen and never fails to satisfy me. What do you have to offer that is better than what he offers me?" Few men could offer more than a big dick and the promise of endless orgasms. I too was approached by women offering themselves to me both subtly and not so subtly. My answer was always, "Thanks. If I wasn't married to my fantasy woman, I would certainly consider you. But I love my fantasy as she is." Several women said, "I wish that I was looked at that way by..." either their husband or boy friend.
That doesn't mean that we didn't have fantasies. We often talked about them after making love. We had fulfilled a number of them like making love outdoors and other things. One of hers had been to be taken in public. One night after a concert, we were parked in a dark corner of the parking lot and I bent her over the hood of our car and fucked her there with a few people walking by less than twenty feet from us. She exploded that night. We had done similar things after that, but never quite as open to being seen again. We had talked about other situations including if we wanted sex with someone else. Neither of us were absolutely against it and recognized that the possibility could exist where we would be tempted but so far, neither of us had ever acted on it. However, we agreed that if it did happen, we would tell each other and that our relationship wouldn't suffer. We also agreed that if we did, it would be a one time or short term affair and not a continuing one. She also knew what kind of woman I liked and I knew what kind of man that she was attracted to. We often teased each other when we saw someone like our fantasy when we were out. Mine was a tall, dark haired woman like Angie Harmon. Her fantasy was a cocky, handsome man who swept her off her feet. This was odd because that wasn't me at all. But then, why would you fantasize about someone that you already have. We also knew without telling each other that there were a few that we didn't want to tell the other just yet. We just accepted that. We were very comfortable with each other.
Two months ago, Jeanne announced that she wanted us to drive west this year on back roads and see the country side and the places that tourists miss. I went to work and researched places that we might like to visit. It soon dawned on me that if we wanted to see the wonders of the west, driving a car would be boring and that most of the places to stay were on the Interstate or in bigger towns and cities. Therefore, I looked up the possibility of renting a camper or an RV for two weeks. I found a guy who has a fairly new RV that he rented out. It wasn't one of the big buses, but a truck frame and cab with an integral camper on the back. The price was right and the size was perfect for the two of us. I talked it over with Jeanne and she loved it. She liked the idea of us camping out on the road and making love outdoors in the mountains or by a lake. I rented it for two weeks even though we could only take off for a long week because Jeanne had important meeting before and after that week. The price was non-refundable, so we were locked in for our vacation.
The weekend before we were to leave on Saturday, I picked up the camper and parked it in the driveway. I took that week off to familiarize myself with it, get provisions for the trip, and pack for the week. When Jeanne got home from work that night, I began to wonder if we had a problem. She had the look of a woman with something on her mind. I stopped what I was doing and followed her into the house and poured her a glass of wine. She as sitting on the sofa and I carried it to her.
"Is something the matter? You look like something is really wrong. Work?"
"Oh no; nothing like that. I...I got a couple of phone calls today from some friends of mine from college. One of them had a problem she wanted to talk about; the other had an opportunity to think about. That's what I have been doing; thinking about both of them."
"Is there anything I can do?"
She smiled, "You are doing what you usually do in these situations. You are supporting me and taking care of me. I'll work this out and everything will be all right. So how is the camper?"
"It is great. We can cook inside or outside. There is an awning. The bed is really comfortable and is queen size. The bathroom is a little tight but I fit, so you shouldn't have a problem. It drives smoothly and the mileage isn't horrible."
"That sounds great. Go back and do some more work. I am going to soak in the tub and think and then I'll make dinner. It will be quick one though."
"Sounds good to me." I went back out and worked a couple more hours. When I came in for the night, Jeanne was fixing pasta and sauce along with a salad. I re-opened the wine and poured us each a glass.
When we finished eating, I asked, "Did you solve your friend's problems yet?"
Her eyes twinkled and replied, "I decided on the opportunity and know what I am going to tell the other one. But I also thought about a couple more things that I need to take care of before we go. I should be able to tell you more tomorrow. I also decided that I want you to make love to me tonight. So take a shower and clean up before bed."
That was a good sign because whenever she had a problem at work, she wanted sex when she found the solution. So she had indeed found a solution to her friend's problem.
The next day, I went shopping for the trip. Besides the routine things we might need, I couldn't help myself, but bought Jeanne a couple of tops that were sexy and form fitting but also decent to wear in public with an over shirt. I also bought her a couple of pairs of lounging pajamas since the evenings might be cool after dark. I put those away in the camper to surprise Jeanne while we were gone. That night, Jeanne called and said she was going to be a little late because she was meeting our neighbor, Gwen, for a drink after work. She even teased me that I wasn't allowed because it would be girl talk. She knew full well that I had a strong attraction to our beautiful neighbor. Gwen was four years younger than us and had a figure to dream about. She was also smart and intelligent too. All of those combined made me a happy man when they were at our house or we were at theirs.
