A Couple Pt. 03

They laughed and I groaned. "Honey, now I know what my problem is."

"Be careful. I will sign Wilma up to help me beat you."

We dried off, and I applied sunscreen, as chastely as possible. After I finished Natalie's front, Wilma said, "Please do me and be attentive to my boobs. If you don't do them properly, there will be punishment."

Natalie said, "I think between the two of us, we have him under control."

I had taken lunch responsibility away from Natalie some weeks ago and left to take care of that. The lunch tray had seafood salad with lovely looking tomatoes, and either lemonade or white wine.

Natalie said to Wilma, "You are off duty and the only one who can taste the wine. Celebrate a little on your first day."

I sipped my lemonade and tried to think about the draft of the paper waiting for me to finish. The two mostly naked bodies were a serious distraction.

Wilma said, "I have to go at three for a class. Are there any chores I can help with? You are making me feel decadent."

Natalie answered, "If you are serious, the pool needs its cleaning robot started, and the gutter scrubbed. I'm not much good at it with this belly."

I went into the darkened study with the big display monitor and went to work. The paper was coming along well when there was a kiss on the back of my neck. "You have been very good to your new employee. There is nothing early tomorrow, so I will sleep at home and see you around nine. Natalie gave me a key and showed me how to operate the security gate."

I turned around and pulled her into my lap. "You are one hell of a fine young woman. Thanks for being so nice to Natalie. She really wants this baby. Didn't even tell me she had thrown her pills away before we went on a trip to Sweden in the spring."

Wilma kissed me and squirmed in my arms. "With all this sex and baby talk, I am going to have to find a man..."

I stood her on her feet and swatted her bottom. "You are forbidden to tempt me." The kiss was fleeting and she was gone.

Whether it was her exciting my hormones, or something else, the paper got finished before dinner. I found Natalie on our bed, dozing.

"I'm being awfully lazy. We have to talk about dinner."

"You are doing exactly what you should be. Let me worry about dinner."

"You have a hot new body to ogle."

"She came in to say goodby and I told her she was not to tempt me."

"Males are always tempted. Don't try that stuff on me. I like looking at her too."

Her eyes were big and blue and challenging. "I am going to be a basket case with a whining baby, and you are going to throw me out so she can warm your bed."

I was on the bed, pulling her into me. "That's not even half funny. You have this big brain that worries and fusses and thinks dark thoughts that I might abandon you."

She sniffled on my shoulder and whispered, "I am so dumb."

"Yes. I want you to repeat after me. 'He is not going anywhere. He loves you. He loves your baby.' "

The eyes closed and she relaxed into me. "Oscar, I am such a happy married woman. Why didn't we do it earlier?"

"Fright. Simply fright."

"He's kicking me." I put my hand down, and there they were, gentle little pushes.

"He?"

"I lied to you."

"You saw the picture?"

"Yes. I would get over your knee but my belly is too big."

"Can we still pretend it is a surprise?"

"That would be really nice. I haven't told the girls about my lie."

The baby was making Natalie restless at night. She bought an e-reader and downloaded story after story. I would open my eyes and her face would be illuminated by the glow of the tablet.

"Am I bothering you?" Her hand rubbed my side gently.

"No, not at all." I wasn't sleeping that well myself. Welcome to middle age.

One night when I opened my eyes, there was an apparition in the dark beyond Natalie. Wilma was standing there, clad only in a pair of very tight nylon boy shorts. Natalie said to me,"She is a night owl too. Let her in there."

She was a cat, wiggling around until she was comfortably snuggled with us. "Will he attack me?" Her nylon pants slipped around on my front.

I pulled her to me, a hand firmly grasping a small tit. "Intruders should expect to be ravished." I kissed the back of her neck. Natalie was smiling down at her bedmates and pulling on a strand of Wilma's hair.

Wilma said, "This is very nice. If you aren't careful, I will find this place again."

After that, I would wake and find a body between Natalie and me. My bride was loving and protective of her helper, caressing the sleeping kitty, who arrived and disappeared silently.

I discovered that Wilma had a very organized routine. She went to bed early, and got up at four for an hour's swim. That gave her another hour for a workout and shower before the early video crowd were arriving at six. By ten, it was dinner hour in London, and the trans-Atlantic sessions were over. Depending on her class schedule, she would do chores and keep Natalie company, both of them bare and glistening with lotion in the sun. Afternoons were for homework, sometimes with us and sometimes at school. Once or twice a month, New York was on the video and sessions were late morning or early afternoon.

One day, she brought a guest for lunch. "This is Suzanne Oliver. She is PA to Geoff Lyons, the CFO of ArcticAir, a web startup."

Conversation was easy. Her boss had raised a round of financing in London through West End. According to Suzanne, he was impressed with Lisa and her crew, and loved the early morning video conferences. Talking to her, Wilma found out he was a champion AAU swimmer and mostly swam in the early morning dark.

Suzanne allowed as how she was an AAU swimmer too. In fact, that was the thing on her resume that got her Geoff's job. As we talked, Wilma stood, peeled off her clothes, and dove into the pool. Suzanne looked wistful, and Natalie said, "Go ahead, don't mind us."

The Suzanne body looked a lot like Wilma's. Sleek smooth muscles. Big shoulders and strong thighs. The pace up and down the pool was ferocious for almost half an hour.

The two of them clung to the side, heads together. "Wilma, this is to die for. You don't actually get paid for working here, do you?

I brought them towels and said to sit with Natalie, I would do the lunch honors.

After the meal, Wilma pointed to two mats. "You have a bit of time before you have to go back to work. If we lie there on our fronts, he will put sunscreen on our backs and behinds and not attack."

I was working on their muscular butts when Suzanne said, "Oscar, I have an idea. My boss loves early morning swims. And he loves your video studio. What if there was a very special club for West End clients who are serious swimmers? By invitation only. And you have to bring your PA, or girlfriend, or wife so there is no hitting on Wilma. Only one guest at a time and only for an hour at four-thirty. And a generous contribution to swimming pool "maintenance?"

Wilma groaned, "Suzanne! You have a devious mind. Your flirting with Geoff must not be working." She raised her arm and swatted Suzanne as hard as she could.

"Ouch. I am going to get you for that. Yes, you are right, my charms are not impressing Geoff. He is divorced and a workaholic."

"I could whisper in his ear at the next conference that you make me hot."

"My having girl sex with you is going to tempt him?"

Natalie couldn't help laughing, and Suzanne sat up, blushing. Natalie said, "Get on Oscar's lap and show him you are straight."

The instant sex object advanced on me, noticing the bulge in my shorts. "Hmm. Maybe I'll stay here instead of going to work. Is he allowed to make out with me?"

Wilma screeched and rushed over. "Hey, he hasn't even done me yet. No fair."

I got one on each knee and said, "If you don't watch out, I'll have you both."

I didn't have a top on and they rubbed slippery boobs on me as their lips found mine.

Natalie was walking toward the house and said, "Grab them and follow me." In the bedroom, she spread a large beach towel on the bed and said, "Lose the shorts."

She boosted the swimmers to the towel and joined them, bare herself.

"Oscar, you will never have a better chance for hot sex. I am going to watch."

Suzanne had one of Wilma's nipples in her mouth. Natalie had one of Suzanne's. My tongue was entertaining two pussies that still tasted of chlorine. I wondered if the two flirts really wanted me, or not.

I whispered in their ears, my hands busy, "Am I supposed to keep going?"

They answered in their best low sexy voices, "Yes! She gets to go first," leaving the choice to me.

I spent a few moments caressing the bodies as Natalie continued her kissing and licking. Wilma had seniority, but Suzanne was a guest. I drove into Suzanne with a grunt. She wailed, "Oh no, you can't do this. I'm just a poor working girl..."

My thrusts were hard and demanding. "Haven't been getting enough cock, have you? We don't allow that around here. We want satisfied guests. It is part of the hospitality."

"Oh yes, give me more hospitality, please."

That was my introduction to Suzanne's wanton ways. But Wilma wanted hers. "Hey, don't I get some?"

My grunt was louder and more aggressive. Her hips sagged into the mattress as my cock did its work. Suzanne was in Natalie's arms, panting and wiggling. They chuckled evilly.

Wilma lost it then, her body freezing with a climax. "Oh shit, you are such a bad guy..."

Natalie leaned her belly on Suzanne and I eased into her gently from behind. "Yes," she whispered, "yes, yes."

Wilma was kissing Suzanne and pinching her nipples. "If we start Wilma's special West End swim club, I suppose you and Geoff want to be charter members?"

"Yes. We have to get him in a position where he owes me a favor, and I tell him it is his big cock!"

Natalie fastened her mouth to Suzanne's neck muscle and bit down. "Oh, sis, you are nasty. That is going to show."

Natalie hissed, "You need something to show him about your girl sex encounter."

Wilma pulled me out of Natalie and sat on me. "Speaking of girl sex, Oscar, Lisa wants me to visit the West End office in London. Natalie still has eight weeks before she is due, is it ok for me to go?"

Natalie said, "I will talk to Geoff about loaning Suzanne to us while Wilma is gone. She can set up the swim club and do other chores, and have sex with Oscar and me when Geoff gets done."

The three of us gazed at her twitching naked body, laughing.

Wilma could go for a week. She would have to do some homework over there. I took her to the airport. She was on the evening flight and would arrive at Heathrow after lunch, London time. "Set your watch now, and imagine you are already on their time. It's three am."

At nine the next morning, Lisa was on the line, telling us to open a video session. The three of them were in their running clothes, still all sweaty. Wilma exclaimed, "Oh Natalie, they made me run with them in the park! I'm dying. And I can't have a nap, we are going to a client dinner. They won't even let me open my bag. Look at this dress Em is tucking for me."

Madelyn had a sinister grin and a sheath dress over her arm that was London chic through and through. Natalie said, "You are in good hands, Wilma, enjoy the fun."

After the screen went dark, I said, "Do you suppose she is going to end up in their bed?"

I got a kiss and an armlock for that. "Quote me odds on her staying out of their bed."

"Zero." I tickled her and rubbed the ever expanding belly.

Suzanne walked in, finished with her video duties. She had one of Wilma's flowery wrap dresses on. The kind you wear over swim suits. She dropped it on a chair, revealing the tanned slender body minus any suit. She climbed on the bed and inserted herself between us. "Wilma says it is ever so nice to be sandwiched between you in bed. May I have her place while she is away?"

She got kisses from both of us, rubbed Natalie's belly, and stroked my cock, which had gotten very hard with her arrival.

She closed her eyes. "I have news. Geoff asked me for a date yesterday, took me to dinner, and spent the evening fucking me in his own bed."

Natalie exclaimed, "Suzanne! Good news! What did the trick?"

"I'm not really sure, but his eyes got wide when I told him about swimming and tanning at noontime here, and Oscar rubbing sunscreen on both of us at once."

Her stroking of me got more aggressive and she looked to Natalie for permission.

"I am all hot and bothered. My bottom is tingling and wants more. Is Oscar available?"

Natalie smiled and reached for a stiff nipple to tweak. "Yes, but tell me, is this business with Geoff supposed to get you a proposal?"

She worked herself up on top and slowly lowered until I was fully in her.

"God, Natalie, your man knows how to treat a horny woman. Please make me your slut, Oscar."

Something about fucking this hot young body with my approving wife looking on torched me off. I had Suzanne on her back, punching her down into the mattress with thrusts and grunts. She tried to say something but an orgasm caught her and all that came out was a dying wail as she clenched and twisted under me.

The three of us were lying back, relaxed, when Suzanne said, "It's not going to work with Geoff."

Natalie stroked the sweaty face next to her and said, "Oh dear, what is the problem?"

"Swimming is not enough. You shouldn't feel bad, but work and play with you has changed me."

I spread the sheet over us and pulled her back to my front. "We are no experts in loving, but we feel like family and want to help." My hand cupped her breast and my tongue roamed around her neck and shoulders gently.

She quivered and said in a low voice, almost a whisper, "He is so driven. No wonder his ex couldn't take it. Work is first, last and always with him. I look at the two of you, both with fantastic jobs and reputations, and I know it doesn't have to be that way." Her head dropped into the pillow and she cried quietly.

I looked over at Natalie, who smiled thinly at me. Her eyes said, "Such are the ways of love."

Natalie and I carefully slipped away, leaving Suzanne to a much needed nap. I was at my computer when a naked front rubbed on me. "You were so nice back there. Do you think West End might need another helper?"

I turned to find Natalie grasping Suzanne from behind. "You want us to be accomplices to ditching Geoff, including your job?"

She fell into my lap, arms around my neck, "Yes. Please? Pretty please?"

How often does a guy get asked by a naked woman to help her quit her job and her love affair?

Natalie pulled her hair, and pushed the belly into Suzanne's side. "I should pretend to be your momma and take you over my knee. What do you mean you are dumping a man who will soon be worth a hundred million or a billion dollars. Are you out of your mind, girl?"

Suzanne collapsed, laughing and crying at the same time. "My real momma is remarried and we don't talk. If you take me in, you can spank me every morning, as long as I get to swim."

Natalie was massaging the muscular back of the woman whose head was buried in my shoulder. She tried to make her voice sound tough. "We haven't even agreed, and she wants swimming privileges!"

I stood and walked to the patio with Suzanne in my arms and then ran us into the pool. She sped away from me, arms flailing. Natalie dropped her wrap and marched carefully down the shallow end stairs. I leaned against the side and held her as Suzanne worked out her emotions in the water. "We need to ask Lisa?"

"Yes, but we know the answer. With those smarts, and energy, she will do wonders for West End."

"What about the body? You don't care about that?"

I pinched a pregnant nipple viciously. "You are as hot for her as I am."

"Have you noticed that being pregnant has made me interested in other women?"

"Another thing you should discuss with that analyst you need so badly."

Suzanne swam up just as Natalie was pulling my cock as hard as she could.

"Natalie! It doesn't stretch like that, does it?"

"He was discussing your favorable attributes with me and failed to mention your outstanding body."

I gathered them in and said, "We are going to be serious for one minute. Suzanne, you are welcome to join our little menagerie, but Lisa has the last word on jobs. If you want, we could talk to her on the video whenever you are ready."

"Maybe we should wait until Wilma is back? I don't want to spring something on her."

I said, "Yes, and you need to talk to Natalie about how to handle this with Geoff and stay friends. I'll get some drinks."

The two of them sat in the afternoon sun, enjoying our little nudist colony, while I did laps. A very pregnant wife and two nubile handmaidens. And a sister with an incredible girlfriend who makes big deals with London financiers. Oscar, I said to myself, your life is getting complicated. You used to think viruses were plenty enough for your poor brain.

I swam harder and washed away complications. When I came over to their table, the women were smiling. I said, "You have it figured out? Lisa will want to know how West End gets a new employee and keeps a valued client."

Natalie motioned to me to sit. "It is very simple. We lengthen the pool to an AAU size, build a proper pool house, and Suzanne gives Geoff special privilenges there after his morning swim!"

"I should have known this would be an expensive solution. West End will charge it off to marketing expense? The exclusive early morning swim club will bring in millions of new business?"

Suzanne was in my lap, her arm still around Natalie. "Oscar, you cynical thing. Of course it will. Santa Clara is an epicenter of crazy swimmers. Wait until the rumors circulate. I'm thinking that we should raise expectations by opening a Founder's list, and make it known that only ten names are going on it. The entrance fee is a minimum ten million dollar relationship with West End and a ten thousand dollar contribution to swimming pool maintenance."

Leaning back with closed eyes, I caressed the firm breast leaning on me. "You win. I suppose that I should be pleased with hot bodies and brilliant minds, but you women are keeping me nervous with your scheming."

I opened one eye to see them both grinning at me. My macho instincts were overwhelmed by the sight of the round tanned belly of the woman I loved. Suzanne noticed and said, "One of these days, I need a belly like that too. Maybe twins, they run in the family."

I groaned and they laughed.

(cont'd in Part 4 - A Birthing and More Surprises)