Going Home - Stressful Times

Gwen could tell I was still slightly agitated when I arrived at home. I told her about the meeting and that an offer of a job had been made and declined.

'There's more to it than you're telling me, Jonas. What have you left out?' Gwen asked.

'The project is military and classified. It means more intrusive background-checks. And we'd have to get rid of Paulette. It was made clear that a foreign national living with us is unacceptable. Plus, I'd be working for Duren again,' I told her. 'I told them to count me out.'

Mike came home shortly after Gwen and I talked. We went out together for an early dinner and returned home before dark. The three of us sat together on the couch on the back porch. I sat at one end, engrossed in a Raymond Chandler novel. Reading purely for entertainment had been a rare luxury since coming back to the states. Gwen and Mike sat together and talked about the upcoming weekend.

Once it was dark, Gwen yawned in an exaggerated manner and began rubbing my thigh. I was so engrossed in Chandler's story, I hardly noticed. She decided that she had to be more assertive if she was to get my attention and slid her hand further up than she ever would have if anyone other than Mike was with us. Mike giggled and teased that Gwen must be losing her touch. I caught on, closed the book and smiled at them.

'The children are gone for the night. I think it's time you took me up to bed,' Gwen whispered sweetly as she stood. She turned to Mike and ran her hand along the side of Mike's face. 'And Mike will be joining us tonight, too. '

Mike started to object, but Gwen put a finger to her lips.

'We've missed you, Mike. It's time you came back to bed,' she said as she caressed Mike's cheek. 'Besides, you've been cranky and easily upset. You need to get fucked witless,' she added with a grin.

Mike smiled and nodded. 'I've missed being with you and Jonas. But I wasn't sure I should join you under the circumstances,' she said wistfully. She took Gwen's hand and pulled herself up from the couch. She turned toward me and offered her other hand. I stood and took it.

When we got to the stairs, Mike led the way with Gwen pushing me to follow Mike. I was only up a couple of stairs when Gwen reached between my legs and ran her hand up my thigh to my semi-erect cock. I passed the goose along to Mike, who shrieked, laughed, and hurried up the stairs when my hand slid up under her sundress, along the bare skin of her inner thigh.

When we got to the bedroom, Gwen turned to me. 'Get ready for us. We'll be right back.' The two of them disappeared into the bathroom.

I heard them giggling and then heard water run for a few minutes. I grabbed several condoms from the nightstand, stripped down and got into bed to await their return. The ladies returned wearing only smiles.

I couldn't help but admire them as they approached. Gwen had kept less than five pounds of the weight she gained with the twins. Her frame was still lithe and she looked better for it. Mike still looked as she did when I first saw her naked form in Paris. Even after all the time we'd been together, I was still awed by their presence in my life.

Gwen opened the nightstand drawer and dropped the condoms inside. 'We won't need these tonight,' she said softly.

I didn't want to put a damper on the mood but also didn't want to take a chance on impregnating Mike just yet. I wasn't worried about Gwen. She had been fitted for a diaphragm after the twins were born. I knew there was still some risk of pregnancy with a diaphragm but so far, it had worked for us. Whenever Mike was with us, we had always used condoms, too.

'Is that a good idea?' I asked hesitantly.

'Mike went to see Dr. Becker, after our talk,' Gwen told me. 'He fitted her for a diaphragm.'

'I want this to work, Jonas,' Mike said softly. 'I want a child, but I don't want to let you and Gwen down by getting pregnant unexpectedly. I should have gone to see him long ago. We've been careful most of the time, but we've been lucky, too.'

The three of us embraced. I turned toward Mike and gave her a gentle kiss. 'I promise we'll get there,' I told her.

Gwen caressed the side of Mike's face, kissed her softly, then hugged her tightly. When they separated, they both turned their attention to me. They roughly pushed me back onto the bed, giggling again.

'I hope you ate your Wheaties this morning,' Gwen said with a laugh. 'You're in for a long night.'

Mike straddled my chest and sat on it. She caressed my face for a moment, then guided my hands to her breasts. She held my hands against her breasts and squeezed, encouraging me to massage them. I happily took the hint. While I looked up at Mike, Gwen straddled my hips and trapped my erection between her sex and my abdomen. Her face appeared above Mike's shoulder and her hands gently massaged Mike's trapezius muscles. Gwen kept my cock captured between her legs and slid back and forth on it.

I slid my hands from under Mike's and down her sides to her hips. I gently pulled them forward, causing Mike to lean back as Gwen reached over Mike's shoulders to cup Mike's breasts. It was difficult for Gwen to continue sliding along my cock with Mike's weight against her. Instead, she repositioned herself briefly, and guided me inside her. She sighed as she slowly lowered herself onto me. I gasped as I entered her already wet vagina, becoming enveloped in its warmth. Mike removed her hands from her breasts, leaned back a bit and placed them on the bed to help to support the weight of her upper body. Gwen took over massaging Mike's breasts. Gwen's vaginal walls contracted and squeezed my cock, keeping me hard.

I pulled Mike's hips forward more, until she was reclining against Gwen. I pulled against her legs, spreading them widely. Her labia opened, exposing the soft pink butterfly between them. I lifted my head and flicked my tongue out rapidly, barely contacting Mike's clit for the briefest moment before I withdrew it. Mike gasped before letting out a long sigh. I pursed my lips and blew a concentrated stream of air at the sensitive little bud. Mike gasped again and spread her legs wider, sliding her hips closer to my face.

I spread her labia widely, fully exposing her clit and her entrance. I probed around the opening with my tongue for a moment, then circled around her clit, trying not to make direct contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves. When Mike gasped again, I plunged my tongue inside her. Relishing the slippery feel and salty taste, tinged with the slight bitterness of spermicide, on my tongue. Mike tried to close her legs in an involuntary response, but I held them open, struggling against the power of the involuntary muscle contractions in her legs.

I kept my focus on what I was doing. Alternating between probing around Mike's opening, plunging my tongue inside her, and lightly flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. The pressure of Mike's legs against my arms grew more intense as her arousal heightened. When I flattened my tongue, swiped it past Mike's entrance and dragged the length of it along Mike's clit, her legs finally overpowered my arms and clamped my head between her thighs while I lashed my tongue against her clit. I heard a muffled cry as Mike pressed herself against my face. Her hips undulated as an orgasm surged through her body.

I felt Gwen lift off my cock, then suddenly Mike was being pulled down my body and lifted above my cock. Mike rested on her knees above me. Gwen guided the head into place and pushed Mike down. The head of my cock pressed against Mike for a moment before popping past the tight circle at her entrance and sliding effortlessly into her. I heard two groans as I penetrated her inner depths. One from Mike. I'm sure the other must have been mine.

Mike's hips began undulating again, her hands resting on my chest to support her upper body. She made little mewing noises as she slid back and forth, pulling my stiff cock almost all the way out before pushing back onto it. I could tell she was still on edge. The remnants of her orgasm caused little misfires in her nervous system, introducing an occasional stutter in the movement of her hips. I relished being enveloped in the warmth and the welcome feel of being joined with Mike again.

Gwen was watching us from beside Mike, smiling benignly as we watched our lover's arousal building again. Her position shifted slightly before I felt her fingers on my scrotum. She lightly scratched the skin, introducing another sensation to arouse me further.

Mike's hips began moving faster but erratically. She took breath in deep drafts followed by halting exhalations. I reached up and palmed Mike's full breasts. She leaned into my hands and increased the force behind the movement of her hips. She became so energetic that the whole bed shook. The headboard banged against the wall so hard I was glad the twins and Paulette weren't home.

Mike gasped and held her breath. Her face, neck, and upper chest turned bright red. Her body stiffened and her hips pressed against me hard. After she took another breath, she gave voice to a piercing cry and shook, almost violently before her full weight fell against my hands. I lowered her to rest on my chest and held her close. Her body jerked and twitched, her synapses flooded with the sensations of orgasm. The spasms in her vagina rippled, squeezing my shaft, massaging my length.

Mike rested on my chest only long enough to catch her breath. I was still erect, still filling her and enjoying the feel of the pressure and heat of being inside her. She pushed herself up and locked her eyes with mine. But they seemed vacant. Blissfully lost in some distant place. Once she realized I was still erect, her hips began moving again. Slowly at first but soon thrusting away with the same energy and enthusiasm as only a few minutes earlier.

This time, I knew I would join her. Mike sat upright. Placed her hands on her upper thighs and rode me hard. Gwen moved up the bed and sat knelt beside Mike and me. She splayed her legs widely. I could see she was aroused. Her mons was pink and swollen. The sparse auburn curls were damp and matted. She rubbed her clit rapidly with one hand and stroked two fingers in and out of herself as she watched us. The expression on her face said she was beyond excited, on edge.

My scrotum began to tingle from the intense pleasure Mike was giving. She was moaning loudly. Driving herself to another climax. I began thrusting up to meet her efforts in involuntary responses to what was happening in my groin. I sat up and pulled Mike to me then leaned further forward to flip her onto her back. She groaned her disappointment briefly when the change of positions caused a momentary break in our coupling.

The tingling in my scrotum was growing intense. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I held Mike's hips and drove my cock into her relentlessly. Mike's legs were splayed wide, held apart with her hands. Her mouth was wide open, but all I heard from was the forceful passage of air in and out of her lungs. Her head was thrown back, face, neck, and upper chest a bright pink. The muscles in her face and neck were strained. She let go of her legs and gripped the bedsheet. Her hips rocked in time with my thrusts. Her breasts moved in opposition to my thrusts, toward me when I thrust into her, rebounding away from me when I withdrew.

I cried out as the sensations in my scrotum spread rapidly through my body. I slammed my hips into Mike and held her tightly as the first jet of ejaculate forced its way up my cock. Mike's vaginal walls spasmed around me as she went over the edge again. She held my wrists and pulled herself toward me forcefully. I thrust into her in time with each ejaculatory spasm. Her head and shoulder came up off the bed as she tried to force her hips into me. Her entire upper torso now matched the pink of her face and neck.

When Mike's upper body fell back onto the bed, she seemed on the verge of a complete nervous system meltdown. I thrust into her a couple more times as the sensations of my orgasm weakened. My cock softened rapidly and soon slipped out of Mike. When I slipped from between her legs, she rolled onto her side. Gwen leaned toward her to kiss her but Mike, exhausted to the point of sleep, began snoring softly.

Gwen looked over at me. I could tell she was desperate for some attention. She pushed me onto my back and climbed over me. She positioned her groin over my face and fell forward. Before I was able to wriggle my arms between her legs to spread her labia, she engulfed my entire cock and began sucking.

Gwen was never squeamish about sucking my cock when wet with the combined secretions of any, or all of us. Her enthusiasm this night surprised me. I licked, teased, nibbled, sucked and tongued Gwen's clit, labia and vaginal passage, almost immediately triggering an orgasm. Her mouth provided pleasures so magical that I was soon erect again. While Mike blissfully slept beside us, Gwen and I fucked wantonly. Then made love until neither of us could move.

I eventually fell asleep with Mike leaning against my back, my arms and legs entwined with Gwen's. Mike woke first. Still in a fog, I felt her get out of bed and then return a few minutes later. Gwen got out of bed next. I was more awake but far from truly cognizant when she returned to bed. I heard them whispering and then a few giggles, though I thought I was dreaming. What happened next roused me to wakefulness.

Mike whispered into my ear, 'Don't even think about moving.'

An overwhelming sense of déjà vu penetrated the fog. I felt something warm and wet on my cock, then smiled inwardly. 'Could it be?' I wondered. A moment later, a tongue swiped my scrotum before a testicle experienced similar moist warmth. When I looked to each side of me, I saw a hip and the gentle, sensual curve of a beautiful. firm buttock. I freed my arms and ran my hands down their backs and across their buttocks. Both hands were stopped dead when the ladies both grabbed my wrists. The pleasant sensations on my cock and scrotum stopped and in unison they said, 'Not now, Jonas.'

I moved my hands up to the small of their backs and caressed them, gently. The attention my cock and scrotum had been receiving returned. I relaxed, keeping my eyes closed while I relished the pleasure bestowed on my hardening staff over the next minutes. It wasn't long before the sensations preceding orgasm began to shorten my breath. I told the ladies I was almost there. They kissed, licked, and sucked the head of my cock amd glans while a hand lightly scratched the skin of my sac and another toyed with the pubic hair at the base of my cock. My scrotum tingled, the sensation spread, and I erupted a moment later.

Once I was spent, Gwen and Mike sat up. I opened my eyes to the two beautiful women in my life. Their lips and chins glistened with ejaculate. Gwen had a big glob clinging to several of the tight curls above her forehead and a strand hanging from the end of her nose. Another glob of semen was matted in the hair on the right side of Mike's face.

The ladies looked at each other and laughed. 'It's a good thing we planned to shower this morning,' Gwen said.

Mike grinned at me, 'Why don't you start breakfast while we get cleaned up?'

'That sounds like a great idea. It'll show your appreciation for the best wake-up alarm you could ever hope for,' Gwen added with a grin as she playfully slapped my thigh.

I pulled myself out of bed with a smile. I wasn't about to argue with them. I followed them toward the bathroom. Mike stepped gingerly for a couple of steps before her gait normalized. I grinned inwardly, amazed she was still desirous enough of me that she was still willing to endure the bit of discomfort she felt after a night of lovemaking.

I playfully elbowed my way to the sink to wash my hands and brush my teeth while the ladies cleaned their faces. I returned to the bedroom to pull on a tee shirt and boxers then headed to the kitchen. When the ladies came down, both wore loosely tied robes. Mike's hair was wrapped in a towel. Gwen's hair was straight like always when wet. But I knew it would soon take on the loose ringlets that I still loved seeing. I also knew enough not to comment about good she looked when her hair was damp and straight. We ate the ham, cheese, tomato, and onion omelet I served with toast, coffee, and orange juice enthusiastically. Then while I went up to shower and dress, while the ladies cleared the table, piled the dishes in the sink, then dressed for a day at Jane's beach house.

We left for Jane's and spent a nice day. Gwen and I frolicked with the twins in the water while Mike hung with Jane in the kitchen. Paulette was invited to join our celebration but begged off and departed before the rest of the guests arrived. She had promised to spend the afternoon with another au pair she had met when she first came to the states.

I took a moment to talk to my father about my meeting with Dr. Tenney and General Mackle. I told him of the thinly veiled threat to my academic career, but my father dismissed it as bluster, no more than an attempt to pressure me into joining the project. But I wasn't entirely convinced. My father was often hard to read so I might not have picked up on any concerns he might have. He left a few days later and I didn't see him or hear from again for several months. I wondered what he was up to but knew better than to ask when I saw him next.

Later that evening, after we returned home, Gwen, Mike, and I relaxed in the back yard after putting the twins down for the night. I'd considered Mike's request for several weeks, now. Without realizing it, I had come to a decision. I knew that Mike would be happy but wasn't sure how she'd feel about two conditions I had already decided would be needed if I said yes to her request.

I approached the matter hesitantly. 'Mike, I have an answer for you.' I began. Mike tensed immediately. Gwen was surprised because we hadn't discussed it since our talk in the car. I already knew what she thought. 'I'm happy to help you have a child.'

Mike jumped on my lap and kissed me excitedly and hugged me tightly, tears of joy forming in her eyes. Gwen was smiling, her own eyes teary.

Once Mike settled down, I continued. 'But Mike, I want to wait a bit for two reasons. I want to wait until Gwen is done with school. I know it's your baby we're talking about, but Gwen will love it like her own, just like you love Sara and Seth like they were your children. She has enough going on without another baby to shower with love and affection. Second, our baby should have its own bedroom. We need to move. I don't think we can add on here again without major disruptions that will make the house unlivable for quite some time.'

Mike's enthusiasm waned but didn't dissipate entirely. 'How long?' was her only question, though she already knew Gwen would finish her doctorate in about a year. Finding a house with at least five bedrooms and living quarters for Paulette would be a challenge. Though Mike often spent nights with Gwen and I, she did sometimes sleep in her own bedroom. Building was also an option to consider. We talked for a while and agreed on Fall 1950 as a target birthdate. Now all we had to do was figure out how to deal with societal disapproval and where we would live.

Mike dealt with the real estate market every day. I left it to her to find a houses to consider or land if a house couldn't be found. Mike and I looked at several houses that were nice enough but which we rejected for various reasons. But it still took Mike less than a month to find a suitable property. She found a six-bedroom house in Encino. It had a four-car garage with a caretaker's residence above and a three-room guest cottage. It had belonged to a Warner Brothers executive and had been built to maintain the executive's privacy. The house came with almost six acres surrounded by a brick wall with two gated entrances. When Gwen, Mike, and I did a walk-through together, the ladies fell in love with it. I made an offer that afternoon.