In the previous story, "Getting To Know The Neighbours," Bob and Carol exchanged partners with two other couples and had many intimate moments with Katy and Tom. A while after their move in mid-November, Mikki visited with a pram and her baby son.

Mikki stopped by to introduce me to her adorable son, Oliver. Every time I see a baby, I end up thinking about having one myself, a sentiment that was particularly strong for me that day. Bob and I had talked about starting a family—with plans for at least two kids—but we decided to hold off until Bob wrapped up his time in the Navy.

Missing him during deployments was hard enough, and I didn’t want our children to endure that same absence. Moreover, I believed it was vital for him to be there as they grew up. After making some coffee, we caught up on everything that had happened over the past four months.

Mikki had spent most of her time settling in and taking care of Oliver, and she was very proud of him. She filled me in on his birth, breastfeeding, and the first three months of his life. Then, in a sorrowful tone, she revealed that her husband had only been intimate with her twice in the month after the party, explaining that he had been overly cautious because of the baby. Soon after, she broke down in tears. I hugged her, offering gentle words of comfort until she finally admitted that he hadn’t been with her at all since Oliver was born three months ago. A month after the birth he was stationed at another land base and had only been home a couple of times, making the situation even more difficult. It pained me to see her so upset, and I did my best to console her.

After calming down, she turned the conversation back to me by asking what I had been up to. I told her about Bob and my discussions, including the night with Jen and Mark—how it wasn’t ideal, yet we had remained friends. I then updated her on Katy and Tom, and I thanked her for recommending Bob to Katy. I also mentioned how Katy had spanked me, which I thoroughly enjoyed, and that she seemed to relish her time with Bobbie. Mikki chimed in, admitting that she, too, had thought about it a lot since the party. I reminded her of the secret she had whispered to Bob after the party, and with a blush, she agreed that nothing had really changed and that she’d be open to trying again.

I admitted that Bob and I had both agreed during our discussions that we were interested in exploring more with Mikki and her husband when she felt ready. Mikki then said she believed she was ready, though she wasn’t entirely sure since her husband hadn’t made any moves since Oliver’s birth. She mentioned that he was coming home next weekend and hoped that he’d be inclined to be intimate with her, and she planned to bring up Bob and me with him.

Two weeks later, Mikki and I were sitting in the kitchen enjoying a glass of wine, as she had stopped breastfeeding. She sadly shared that nothing had happened between her and her husband, with him offering more excuses. Trying to encourage him, she mentioned that we were interested in exploring more with them.

Her husband then surprised her by saying that, although he enjoyed his time with me, he didn't want to repeat it. However, he was open to her joining us if she wanted. We were both too stunned to respond immediately.

Eventually, Mikki apologised, saying it wasn’t what Bob and I wanted to hear. She was disappointed because she was eager to have fun with us. I asked if she was interested in joining us as her husband suggested. She said she’d love to but wondered if it was fair to me. I assured her it was fine, mentioning that I knew Bob wanted to be with her again, and I’d love to watch. I also expressed my desire to spend more time with her exploring that side of things.

Mikki said that if we were both happy, she would love to join us and try everything. She explained that she enjoyed it when I kissed her and played with her breasts and wanted to explore more with me too. I confessed I was hoping she’d say that, as I wanted her to be my first girl-on-girl experience. With excitement, she asked if I was free on Saturday. I kissed her on the lips and said, "It's a date!"

Throughout the week, I was a bundle of nerves and excitement, almost like preparing for a first date. In a way, it was just that. I got my hair and nails done, and treated myself to new lingerie and perfume. I told Bob all about my conversation with Mikki, and he was delighted. He appeared enthusiastic about the idea of playing with Mikki once more.

He did ask if I was okay with it just being her, as it meant no additional male attention. I assured him I was more than happy, as Mikki and I shared the same feelings about our connection. I also mentioned how much I enjoyed watching him pleasure other women.

I had a big favor to ask Bob since it would be my first experience with another woman and I wanted it to be intimate. I asked if he could give us three hours alone. As always, Bob was understanding. I promised to share all the details with him, and if we both enjoyed it, we might give him a show next time.

On Saturday at 7 p.m., I was dressed and waiting alone, butterflies in my stomach as I heard a knock at the door. Mikki looked stunning as she entered. To give you an idea, the woman on the left in the story picture looks almost like her. Mikki is about five feet four, with long, shiny hair cascading just above her hips and full, firm breasts. I don't resemble the other woman in the picture as much—I'm shorter with smaller breasts and shorter hair.

I invited Mikki in, and she nervously expressed her excitement, mentioning she needed to leave by 10:30 to pick up Oliver from her mom's. I asked her to sit in the living room while I fetched some wine. When I joined her, I took a sip of wine and kissed her on the lips, pulling back with a smile. She kissed me back softly at first, then passionately, as our tongues danced together. After about half an hour of making out, she leaned in and whispered, "Please take me to bed."

In the bedroom, surrounded by candles and incense, we undressed each other slowly. Once naked, we climbed onto the bed. I wanted to take the lead initially, so I gently pushed her back. It had been four months since Mikki and I had been naked on a bed together, and the anticipation had been intense. I kissed her softly, then moved to her neck, and continued down to her beautiful breasts. They had only slightly reduced in size since childbirth but were now firmer with large, erect nipples.

I took one nipple into my mouth, lavishing her breasts with attention. Knowing it was time to explore further, I traced my tongue over her belly and down to her thighs, catching the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Extending my tongue, I slid it up her pussy, feeling warmth spread through me. I gave her a few more teasing licks, then increased the pressure, licking and sucking her entire pussy. Reaching her clit hidden beneath its hood, I took it into my mouth, making Mikki moan with pleasure. As I licked her clit, I gently inserted a finger as I knew I liked that. Mikki arched back, grabbing my hair, and whispered for more.

As I continued licking, kissing, and sucking, I added a second and then a third finger inside her, building a rhythm as Mikki moaned and writhed. She pulled my hair tighter, causing a slight sting, and screamed out in ecstasy, announcing her climax with fervent cries, shouting fuck I’m coming fuck fuck. Her body arched and then relaxed, trembling.

I waited for her orgasm to subside before continuing to pleasure her, bringing her to another climax. Moving up to kiss her, I caressed her breasts.

After some time, Mikki said it was incredible, the most intense experience she had ever encountered. With tears in my eyes, I thanked her for being my first and confessed my newfound love for pussy. It was my first intimate experience with a woman, and I relished it, feeling like a "new member of the club."

We kissed, cuddled, and embraced each other, I wanted Mikki to lead the way—besides the kiss we’d shared at the party, every other experience was new to her. I reveled in exploring her breasts, delighted by how they responded to every touch. Amid our constant kisses, she whispered little words of joy and pleasure. When I asked if she wanted some water, she agreed, so I went to fetch a glass, and when I returned, we shared it as we refreshed ourselves.

Once the water was gone, Mikki kissed me again before dropping to her knees and announcing that it was her turn. I lay on my back with my legs slightly apart, inviting her in. Kneeling between my thighs, she kissed every inch of my upper body. Upon reaching my breasts, she took one nipple into her mouth, sucking firmly before letting her teeth graze over the sensitive peak—pure bliss. She continued to caress them lovingly, praising their size and shape. Her kisses then cascaded down to my belly button as she teasingly flicked her tongue, before moving slowly down to my calves, gliding up onto my thighs, then back down along the other leg. With a soft kiss above my pussy, she teased me, and with my eyes closed, she moved to it, licking its length in one swift motion before pushing her tongue inside then sucked my lips and clitoris.

I felt as though I were floating in a dream, overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations. Although I wasn’t an expert—my only previous experiences involved Bob and Tom performing oral on me, which I had adored—this was entirely different: gentle, intuitive, and precise in the way every kiss, touch, and lick was delivered. Already aroused from pleasuring Mikki, when she slid two fingers inside me, I erupted like a steam engine. Even as the tremors subsided, her continuous licking sent little ripples of delight through me—it was just perfect.

Afterwards, she sat up and kissed me, and it was my turn to offer my gratitude. We exchanged soft kisses and held each other close, savoring that intimate moment. Then Mikki suggested trying sixty-nine, asking that I climb on top. We repositioned ourselves until we were both comfortable, our kisses and gentle caresses igniting a shared passion as we explored each other’s pussy. This experience was far more satisfying than any sixty-nine I’d had with a man, and we both came twice.

While we lay cuddling, I noticed the clock—it was ten o’clock, and our three hours together had seemed like only minutes. I proposed a shower, and as we washed each other, our kisses continued on freshly cleansed skin. Once we had dried off and dressed, Sitting on the settee with a glass of wine in hand, Bob arrived home and asked if we’d had fun. Mikki joked that we’d just been chatting and drinking, and I winked at him, suggesting that he walk Mikki to her mum’s for Oliver before taking her home.

After kissing Mikki goodbye and promising to see her soon, I tidied up and washed the glasses before heading to the bedroom. I stripped off my clothes and got into bed, waiting for Bob’s return—twenty minutes later he walked into the bedroom. I invited him to undress so I could pull back the covers and show him my naked body.

Bob asked once more if we had enjoyed ourselves, emphasizing that we both had a great time together. While gently stroking his hard cock, I shared that we had gone all the way and that we were both eager to repeat and explore more sexual activities.

I invited Bob to enter me, and as he lay on top, he slid his cock along my pussy, commenting on how wet and hot I felt. Then, with a smooth thrust, he buried his cock deep inside me. Moaning with anticipation, I knew that while I enjoyed and desired pussy, I would never tire of having a hard cock inside me.

As Bob moved in and out, I met his thrusts, and in almost a whisper, I described what Mikki and I had done to each other. Within minutes, he filled me with cum, accompanied by a loud groan. I had never known him to cum so quickly, and rarely without making me cum.

As he lay back beside me, I commented that someone was very excited. He said that what I had shared was so arousing and that he hoped to witness it himself. Realising I hadn’t come, he went down on me, licking and cleaning his cum, giving me two intense orgasms.

Once I had recovered, I took his cock in my mouth, quickly getting him hard again. This time, as he fucked me gently and lasted much longer, I whispered in full detail what Mikki and I had done. After I told him that Mikki was sorry to leave and was desperate to have him again, and that she planned to have us both all night the next Saturday while her mom had Oliver until Sunday afternoon, Bob came inside me again, and I joined him.

We soon fell asleep in each other's arms. On Sunday morning, I woke Bob with a morning blowjob and my first drink of the day. At lunchtime, Bob went to the pub to meet his friends, so I went next door to see Mikki and Oliver. While enjoying a coffee, I shared with Mikki how Bob had been so thrilled the previous night that he was eager for more intimate moments with her. I mentioned his interest in watching us together. Mikki responded enthusiastically, saying she was open to that and more. She admitted she'd been imagining being with him all night, thinking about him filling her with his cock and cum. I asked about the party and why she told Bob not to finish inside her; she said it was a silly concern due to the baby, but reassured me she was back on the pill and hadn't been with anyone in nearly four months. She was eagerly anticipating being with Bob and enjoying his and my company all night the following Saturday.

After Mikki fed, burped, and settled Oliver to sleep, she confessed that all the talk about sex had made her feel quite aroused. I took her hand and offered to help, suggesting she take me to bed and do as she pleased. We undressed and climbed into bed, enjoying our time together until Oliver's cries for food woke us. I dressed and comforted Oliver while Mikki prepared his meal. As she fed him, I kissed her, expressing my excitement for Saturday, which I'd been anticipating for months. She smiled and agreed, promising to be there by six.

Bob returned home with Chinese food and wine, mentioning that the strippers were good, but not as good as I had been at the rugby party. As we enjoyed our meal and wine, I shared my afternoon with Mikki and how thrilled she was for Saturday's plans.

After cleaning up, I told Bob that having been with Mikki today, I’d had pussy now craved him his touch and his cock. We headed to bed, delighting in each other's bodies and company. On Monday, Bob left for the base, while I had a job interview for a part-time account clerk position.

The week flew by, and I secured the job, working three days a week from Tuesday to Thursday, 9 AM to 2 PM. On Saturday, I told Bob we needed a little talk—not a problem, just a conversation about that night.

I explained to Bob about Mikki's husband, noting that I was sure she wouldn’t mind me sharing. After the party, he had only been intimate with her twice, and she hadn't had any form of intimacy for four months since he was away. I told Bob that tonight should be all about Mikki, and I wanted him to focus solely on her.

I planned to enjoy myself by playing with her, watching them, and using a little toy. I asked Bob to make sure he came inside her, as it's special for a woman to feel her partner filling her that way. Lastly, I advised him to be slow and gentle, as it was important to help build her self-esteem.

I’d picked up some new lingerie and two silk wrap dressing gowns for Mikki and me when we were having breakfast—they barely covered us and left little to the imagination. As I got ready, I shaved my pubic hair very close and applied a shimmering moisturizer that reminded me of the night I had stripped at that rugby event. I slipped into my stocking and suspender set—a bra paired with matching panties—and finished the look with a knee-length dress. Soon after, Mikki knocked on the door, and Bob let her in with a deep kiss in the hall before taking her into the lounge where we enjoyed some nibbles and drinks.

Bob then suggested playing a game of cards. Mikki asked, “I like cards, but what’s the stakes?” I purred, “Clothes.” With a smile, Mikki took a seat across from me while I handed her a glass of wine. She teased that she hadn’t had much to drink in the past few months—as if I were taking undue advantage—and she laughed, dealing out three cards each, with aces counted as low and the lowest hand losing a piece of clothing.

Before long, we had all been reduced to our underwear. Mikki then stood up, declaring that after waiting four months for this moment, she didn’t want to waste any more time, and she removed the rest of her clothes. Bob and I followed suit, and before long we were all naked as we moved into our bedroom.

Once there, Mikki and I lay on our backs while Bob began to stroke and lightly lick me. He then moved between Mikki’s legs to pleasure her, as I kissed her and caressed her breasts. Mikki’s moans grew louder with the pleasure Bob’s touch gave her—bringing her to two orgasms. At one point, she asked him to put his cock into her mouth, he obliged and slipped it in halfway. It was the first time I’d seen Mikki performing oral on him, and watching her left me incredibly aroused. Then she pleaded, “Please, I need you inside me now.” As Bob climbed on top and entered her, I reached for my dildo and, syncing with their rhythm, began pleasuring myself.

We were all moaning as Bob increased his pace. We were nearing climax when Mikki urged Bob to cum inside her. With a few deep thrusts, he released inside her; Mikki cried out in pleasure and trembled as she reached her climax, with mine following closely behind. Once Bob had a moment to recover, I kissed Mikki while she softly whispered her gratitude, admitting, “Thank you, I really needed that.” To Mikki’s total surprise, Bob then returned to her pussy, licking and sucking her as he cleaned away every bit of cum. Afterward, he kissed me, pressing his tongue into my mouth and sharing a mouthful of his warm cum mixed with her juices—which I eagerly swallowed. Not done yet, Bob went back to her, cleaning her once more and giving her another orgasm.

I then took my turn, performing oral on Bob to clean his cock and get him hard once again. Mikki repositioned herself on her hands and knees and instructed Bob to come from behind. Guiding his cock with her hand, she positioned him so that with a single thrust he was fully inside her. Mikki then told Bob to fuck her hard, and he complied, quickly intensifying her pleasure as he filled her once more. I slipped away to the bathroom for a brief pause, gathering some facecloths and dampening them with water.

After handing the cloths to both of them so we could all freshen up, I called Mikki over. I maneuvered her so she straddled me in a sixty-nine, and we began pleasuring each other slowly and steadily. I was the first to climax, and then I rekindled my efforts, managing to tease yet another orgasm from Mikki.

Bob was fascinated the first time he saw two women pleasuring each other. Now, he was clearly aroused and ready for action. I kissed Mikki tenderly and whispered to Bob that I was going to take a shower and advised him to make love to her slowly. After my shower, I dried off and put on a robe. As I approached the bedroom door, I heard Mikki's delightful moans and encouraging whispers. Peeking inside, I saw Mikki astride Bob, riding him slowly. I left them to enjoy their intimate moment and sat in the lounge, sipping wine. The sounds of pleasure grew louder until Mikki cried out in climax, followed by Bob, indicating his release. I gave them some time alone, and when I returned to the bedroom, Mikki was nestled closely with Bob, gently crying. I kissed her, wiped away her joyful tears, and suggested they take a shower. While they were gone, I changed the sheets, which had become damp and sticky. Once sorted, we all climbed into bed, with Mikki in the middle, and drifted to sleep, each reflecting on a wonderful evening.

The next morning, Mikki and I continued pleasuring Bob, taking turns sucking his cock until he was fully aroused. Mikki admitted that she’d guessed what we’d been up to the night before and thanked us for exactly what she needed. At the party, she had watched us together—even though we weren’t completely naked and the lighting was dim, so she didn’t get a clear view—she asked if we could make love while she watched.

We enjoyed a slow, unhurried session in the morning, shifting positions so that Mikki could fully take everything in. After both Bob and I climaxed, the three of us collapsed into a warm group embrace.

Later, Mikki and I slipped into our silk dressing gowns while Bob put on a pair of shorts. Mikki and I then whipped up a hearty breakfast feast—bacon, eggs, sausage, mushrooms, beans, toast, and tea—while we all shared laughs over the meal. Both of us flashing him in our scanty gowns. Bob headed off to the pub, saying he’d be back by two, leaving us alone. Mikki and I returned to bed, where we simply cuddled and kissed, both feeling completely satisfied.

Mikki remarked that the previous night had been the best session ever, praising the incredible sex and mentioning that she’d never experienced so many climaxes in one evening. She recalled being blown away when Bob went down on her after coming inside her, and then when he fed me the combined juices—a first for her that she found incredibly arousing. I added that Bob watching us as we made love only heightened the tension. She thanked me for giving them that last time on their own, saying it was exactly what she needed.

I admitted that I had peeked at them for a while as she straddled him, a sight I found extremely erotic. She then asked if we’d discussed doing this more often, and I reassured her that it wasn’t a one-time thing—that both Bob and I were eager to explore further with her and see where things would lead.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Surprised, I jumped up and quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and a top before answering. It turned out to be Mikki’s mum, Sandra stopping by I offered her coffee. I rolled the pram into the kitchen where little Oliver was sound asleep. Mikki appeared in her silk dressing gown; upon seeing her mum, she quickly said hello before rushing off to the bedroom to change. Sandra gave me a puzzled look, and I simply smiled in response.

We sat down to enjoy our coffee and chatted for a while. Sandra mentioned that she was out walking Oliver and asked if Mikki might want to stay another night—she’d happily look after him for another evening. Not long after, Bob returned and I introduced him to Sandra. They conversed for a bit before Sandra eventually left, still giving Mikki a somewhat bemused glance.

Bob then mentioned that a band was playing at the pub, with the entrance fee covering both a meal and the live music, so we all agreed to go. Later that evening, the three of us swapped around indulged in more sexual activities, making it a truly lovely night. Finishing with Mikki giving Bob a wonderful blow job before swallowing all his cum.

The next morning, after breakfast, Bob left for the base, and since I wasn’t working until the following day, Mikki and I walked over to Sandra’s place. We took Oliver to the park, where we sat and watched other mothers with their children. Over the next two Saturdays, Mikki spent time at our house, enjoying games and plenty of steamy, passionate encounters. She mentioned receiving a letter from her husband saying he wouldn’t be coming home for Christmas or New Year. Things began to feel very odd, though neither of us said anything aloud—we both sensed it.

Bob suggested that Oliver and Mikki stay with us for Christmas since our parents weren't visiting. Mikki hesitated because she didn't want to leave her mother alone, as she had been widowed three years ago. I mentioned that her mom could join us too, and Bob said they could arrange a travel cot for the spare room, while Sandra could have the spare bed with Oliver. For Mikki, we had a blow-up bed ready in the lounge, and everyone agreed.

Sandra was thrilled when we extended the invitation, saying that celebrating with friends and watching her grandson's first Christmas was exactly what she wanted. Mikki and I set up the Christmas tree and decorated the house together. On Christmas Eve, we enjoyed snacks and drinks, and after Sandra went to bed early with Oliver in the cot, we stayed up, laughing and celebrating Christmas at midnight. Mikki expressed her happiness and settled into the blow-up bed, while Bob and I headed to our bedroom. Later, we heard the door open, and Mikki quietly entered, whispering that she couldn’t sleep. I lifted the blankets to invite her in, and she joined us. Trying to keep quiet so as not to wake Sandra, Bob gave us each one of our Christmas presents. It was a cheeky naughty bit of fun.

The following morning, we were up early and dressed for Christmas, though not quite early enough. When we walked into the lounge, Sandra was already there, looking at the empty blow-up bed while Oliver slept on her lap. Feeling a bit guilty, Mikki offered to make some coffee.

The day unfolded nicely with Oliver watching his mom and grandma open his gifts. The meal was fantastic, and everyone enjoyed themselves, with no mention of the morning's incident. Sandra left for bed early with Oliver, and as we settled in for a drink, Mikki decided she would sleep on the air mattress that night. That's exactly where Sandra found her the next morning. After breakfast, Sandra suggested she take care of Oliver so we could go out for a Boxing Day drink, promising to have food ready for us when we returned.

The following day, Sandra thanked us and headed to her house. Mikki took Oliver home, mentioning she'd see us on New Year's Eve, as her mom had offered to babysit Oliver.

The three of us stayed home to welcome the new year. Later, Bob and Mikki took turns being intimate with me and each other, setting quite the tone for the start of the new year.

I told Mikki and Bob to stay in bed and enjoy themselves while I went to pick up Oliver. When I arrived at Sandra’s, she welcomed me inside and asked if I wanted a drink; I opted for coffee. She thanked me once again for Christmas and for making her feel at home, and then she thanked both Bob and me for looking after her daughter, knowing that she wasn’t in a good place with her husband.

Over the next two weekends, Mikki stayed with us—Oliver nestled in his cot with a baby monitor keeping an ear on him, and Mikki in our bed. Whenever the baby cried on the monitor, whoever wasn’t occupied in sex would go to him. Mikki explained that her husband was home the last week of January, and she had decided to confront him, saying she couldn’t go on like this. She was hoping that his visit might lead to them rekindling the intimacy they once enjoyed.

He was home on Saturday for the week, and Mikki was thrilled, having not seen him for two months. Then on Sunday, while Bob was at the pub, Mikki knocked on the door, her eyes red—not from crying, but from anger. Over the next hour, everything spilled out. She revealed that he had met someone near the base even before the party last July; after requesting a transfer there, they began a sexual relationship. She was the one who had told him he couldn’t have sex with me again, insisting she didn’t approve of him being intimate with his own wife. What a bitch, she said!

Then she dropped the bombshell: he had gotten the other woman pregnant, and they intended to keep the baby, planning for him to move in with her. Mikki said she slapped him across the face, told him to pack his things, and warned that if he wasn’t gone by midday on Monday, she would call the police. Earlier, she had dropped Oliver off at her mum’s, explained everything, and asked her to call the police if he came near them.

Mikki decided to spend the night at her mum’s, not wanting to be next door to him and ensuring that he wouldn’t try to take Oliver. I doubted he would, confident that the other woman wouldn’t want his wife’s child. I hugged her and told her to call us immediately if anything happened, assuring her that Bob and I would be right over. I even offered to go with her to her house at twelve the following day.

When Bob got home, I told him everything, and he immediately went to Sandra’s to make sure everyone was alright. The next day, Mikki came to mine, and I reassured her—Bob and I had seen him driving away earlier. When we went to her house, we found that he had already packed all his belongings; it turned out he had planned this all along. What a deceitful bastard!

I asked Mikki to stay at our place the following week because I didn't want him or his other woman causing her any distress. For the first two nights, she slept in the spare room with Oliver, crying herself to sleep. On the third night, I told her she couldn't stay there anymore, so Bob carried her to our bedroom, and we comforted her with love. By the weekend, she was beginning to feel a bit better.

On Monday, she went home to grab some things for Oliver, and when she returned, she was furious. She slammed some papers onto the table and told me to read them. The first was divorce papers, citing her infidelity as the reason for the marriage breakdown—what a bastard. The second was a letter from the married quarters' office, accepting the one month's notice and providing details for moving out. What an fucking bastard.

When Bob came home and was caught up on the situation, he said if he ever saw the little prick, he'd knock him out.

We found a no-nonsense divorce solicitor through a work contact—one who specialised in divorces and she had a strong disdain for men who mistreated women. She managed to convince his new girlfriend to be named on the papers for his infidelity and even got him to cover all the costs, making sure childcare arrangements were part of the deal. Within six months, Mikki was divorced; she never saw him again, and he never played any part in Oliver’s life.

A few days after Mikki received her letters, Bob and I visited her house. I asked about her living arrangements. She explained that, since her rental was furnished (unlike our place), she only had a few clothes and mostly sentimental items—along with Oliver’s cot and assorted belongings. She was planning to stay with her mum, noting that although she liked her, tensions inevitably arose when they shared a roof.

After discussing her situation, Bob and I proposed that she move in with us while she got back on her feet. Delighted, she exclaimed that it would be great. I warned her there was a price to pay, and with a crestfallen look, she admitted her funds were low. I assured her that it wasn’t about money—it was that she would need to let Bob and me pleasure and her pleasure us often. She readily agreed, noting that she already enjoyed such arrangements. We all burst into laughter, and she added that at least she wouldn’t have to sneak out of her mum’s house for a good shag like she used to back in her school days.

In the spare room, we pushed the bed into a corner, packed up the travel cot (replacing it with Oliver’s own), and cleared a cupboard in the kitchen for Oliver’s things. All of Oliver and Mikki’s clothes neatly filled the spare bedroom wardrobe, and Mikki arranged a few personal items in the living room to create a sense of home. She packed some boxes and took them over to her mum’s for safekeeping.

That night, after putting Oliver in his cot, Mikki strolled into the lounge completely naked and declared it was time to pay her rent. Rushing to the bedroom with Bob and me trailing behind, the three of us, all naked, piled onto the bed. We shared Bob’s cock, performing oral until he was fully aroused. Then we gently pushed him onto his back—Mikki straddled him, taking his cock inside her pussy, while I positioned myself over his face, lowering my pussy to his mouth. Mikki and I faced each other, kissing passionately and teasing each other’s breasts. (We looked just like this story picture, with Mikki closely resembling the one on the left.)

We both rode Bob to an intense climax. I finished first, covering Bob's face and sending him over the edge, filling Mikki with his cum and triggering her orgasm. As we separated, I took Bob's cock in my mouth, cleaning off Mikki's and his cum. Bob went to wash his face while I started going down on Mikki. By the time Bob returned, we were in a sixty-nine position, licking each other's pussies. After giving each other another orgasm. We repositioned, Mikki laid on her back with her legs wide, and I, on my hands and knees, went down on her, licking and sucking her pussy while Bob entered me from behind. The three of us blissfully moaned until we all came.

Exhausted and entwined, we were drifting off to sleep when Mikki mentioned, "That's just the down payment. I'll give you another installment tomorrow." True to her word, she did, and every following day until Saturday. Mikki had never slept in her own bed, and our double bed was a bit too small. So, we gave our bed to a newly married couple who had just moved into Katy and Tom's old house. We then went shopping for a king-size bed, new sheets, and plenty of mattress protectors. The new bed was delivered Saturday afternoon and got fully tested that night.

It was February 1984. Life continued this way for a couple of months. Mikki had taken a part-time job, while her mother Sandra enjoyed taking care of Oliver. After finishing work at 2 pm, I would head to Sandra’s house to pick up Oliver, and she would invite me in for a coffee. During one of our chats, she hesitated but brought up the topic of Mikki, her daughter, asking what was really going on with us. Feeling awkward, I mumbled that we were simply providing a place for her and Oliver. Sandra acknowledged that but insisted on knowing more. I expressed my discomfort with the conversation and suggested she speak directly to Mikki if she had concerns.

Sandra stood up, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder, and said she wasn’t naive. She mentioned noticing things, like when she knocked on my door and Mikki answered wearing a skimpy robe, or on Christmas morning when the three of us emerged from my bedroom together, not to mention the noises from the night before.

By this point, I was blushing furiously, hiding my face in my hands. Sandra laughed and assured me she wouldn’t embarrass me further, reminding me she had experience with these things—after all, how did I think Mikki was born? She added that whatever was happening, she was grateful because she’d never seen Mikki so happy. She noted that if Mikki had moved in with her, she would have been miserable, dwelling on her unfaithful husband and his new partner.

As I gathered Oliver and his belongings, I promised Sandra that I would encourage Mikki to talk to her.

After Mikki arrived and settled Oliver, I shared my conversation with her mom with her, suggesting she think it over and decide how much she wanted to disclose. The following day, after much contemplation, Mikki told Bob and me she wanted to tell her mom everything. She explained that if we didn't, one of us might inadvertently reveal something inconsistent. Plus, she felt her mom deserved the truth because of her kindness. She asked if we were comfortable with that decision since it affected us too. I glanced at Bob, who nodded, and I assured her we supported her choice.

The next day, Mikki picked up Oliver and chatted with her mom for over an hour. When she got home, I was eager to hear how it went. Bob took care of Oliver while Mikki and I went to the garden. Mikki revealed she had told her mom everything and was surprised at how well her mom took it, even asking questions for clarification.

Mikki shared details about the party where we swapped partners and kissed, about how in November she had her husband's blessing to have her first lesbian experience with me, and about the three of us together and her not sleeping in the spare room. I was taken aback, but at least we could be truthful now.

When I next picked up Oliver, Sandra, over a glass of wine, expressed her surprise at how supportive Bob and I were of each other. She thanked us again for looking after Mikki. Pouring another glass, she admitted to feeling a bit jealous, saying she would have enjoyed such fun when she was younger. It was her turn to blush.

In May, after an intense round of fucking and a sip of wine, Mikki mentioned she wanted to discuss something with both of us. Concerned, I asked if everything was alright. Mikki assured me it was nothing to worry about; there was just something she wanted to run by us.

Footnote: I've elaborated more on Mikki because, despite her brief involvement with Bob and me, she significantly influenced our sexual adventure, including my first lesbian encounter. She plays a role in eight of our stories.

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