Chapter 14

• About a week or so passed and I had vaguely forgotten about that fateful Sunday morning breakfast with Judith and the three sisters. Oh, Judith and I had been out together since then. We had good times together and always seemed to accentuate our activities with more of the glorious sex we'd both come to not only expect but enjoy all too well. We never touched on the subject of her daughters and I let it go as far as it had gone.
• While I was still strictly a once a night's enough kinda guy, I derived great pleasure in pleasuring Judith in more ways than just straight fucking. How fantastic it is when your sex partner is multi-orgasmic and can cum via stimulation of her breast and nipples, vaginally and clitorially. Good grief, it mattered little whether we used my cock, a dildo, vibrator, cucumber, banana, nipple clamps, butt plugs, or whatever else we mutually decided upon as long as it stimulated her to another one of her mind-bending, screaming orgasms.
• One early Wednesday morning my phone rang awakening me from a sound sleep. Still groggy from the previous evening's romp with Judith, I had no idea to whom the voice on the other end of the line belonged. "Hi sexy, remember me?" The voice sounded familiar and my brain cells reluctantly processed the sound. It was either Sharon, Amanda, or Belinda that was all I could muster through the fog of not having enough sleep. So I took a stab and answered, "Sharon, how are you?" I guessed that beating around the bush wasn't her strong suit when she replied, "Are you alone, I want directions to your place. My husband is out of town and I need your cock." I gave her instructions to my apartment and figured I had about an hour to shower and dress before she arrived. Sure enough, exactly 62 minutes later I heard a quiet knocking at my door and when opening it Sharon was standing there in all her glory. She pushed past me without saying a word, took five steps into the living room, turned to face me, shrugged off her raincoat from her shoulders, and revealed herself as nothing short of magnificent in a see-through silk blouse, sans bra, and a mini skirt that ended ¾ up her thighs. Her blond hair was done in a ponytail and her makeup, while minimal, accented her features to the fullest. She must have heard me gasp as she stood there with one hand on her hip in what reminded me of a fashion model's pose. "You like?" were her first words as she strode toward me with a provocative sway to her hips. Before I could answer, her arms encircled my neck as she pulled my face down to hers. A hug and a kiss ensued, which I returned with equal fervor whilst feeling her leg wrap around my waist pressing herself into me and her tongue pushing into my mouth.