Hi, everyone calls me J.D. and I have a real dilemma which in some ways started forty years ago. In high school I was quite shy. I had a crush on a girl called Hilda. She was in the year above me and due to my shyness, there was absolutely no way was I ever going to get to her at the party. Besides the boys were like bees around the honeypot with her. The other girl in school that I fancied was Jennifer. She hates being called Jenny. Anyway, I soon heard that Jennifer was a slut, and it was pretty easy to get a blow job from her.
In fact, as the party turned wild, I found Jennifer on her knees in the toilet with three lads with their cocks out. I joined the line and got my first blow job. A short while later I heard rumor that Hilda was the better of the two, even if she did spit. At that time, I wondered why she would be spitting. Silly me.
Then I was off to university still technically a virgin. I soon learnt why she was spitting and of course I soon lost my cherry. After that I had a string of girls and somehow, I was always attracted to the slutty ones that slept around and gave it away pretty freely. After Uni I started work. I was doing contract work that took me all around the world. It was well paid and fortunately I had the sense to put a fair bit into a pension. I would go home to visit my parents and younger sister two or three times a year for four or five days at a time.
I was forty-two when I had contact with my sister who told me that my father had just walked out on my mother. I managed that year to get home six times to see my mother. She was heartbroken that he had run off with what she thought was her best friend. To this day I have never heard from or seen my father. I could tell that it had taken a lot out of my now elderly mother. Fortunately, he had left her the house and she had a parttime job that just covered her living. I would send her money from time to time to make life a bit easier for her.
In my travels I had met and slept with many women, some married and some not and even a few prostitutes. I had never met a woman that I wanted to share my life with. Then at fifty-five my sister told me that my mother was taken very ill. It was just by chance that the contract was at its end. I immediately flew home. My mother had just been told that she had cancer. My sister was married with four kids two still at home and told me there was no way that she could deal with my mother as well as her job and family.
I found that my pension fund was better than I had hoped for and decided to retire early and look after my mother the best that I could. She already had a home helper coming in. To my utter amazement it was Jennifer. After one of her visits, she had time before her next client, so I sat talking with her. I soon discovered that she had been married twice and both marriages had failed. She now lived with a house mate. I asked her if she would like to go out for a drink one evening for a good catch up. I was also a little hopeful of more than the blow job that she had given me all those years ago.
Later while tending to my mother, she asked what I had been talking to Jennifer about. I told her that I knew her from school. She went into a flurry of insults at Jennifer and informed me that even after she married, she was seeing other men and that her nickname at one time was Henry. I must have looked confused, so my mother explained that she could suck better than a Henry wet and dry Vacuum cleaner. I didn’t let on to my mother that I had been fortunate enough to sample her sucking skills.
I did go for that drink, and we talked over old times and where people were now, or at least those that she knew of. When I mentioned Hilda and that I had a crush on her all those years ago, Jennifer went quiet for a few seconds. I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that I was about to hear that she had passed away. Then Jennifer said that she was her house mate. Of course, I asked how she was and was told she was just fine. I said that I would like to see her if that was possible. Jennifer said she would ask Hilda if she would like to meet me.
The subject changed and after a while she confessed that she thought that my mother didn’t like her, and I told Jennifer part of what my mother had told me. Jennifer said most of it was true she had slept around and that was the cause of her first marriage breaking up. The second husband actively encouraged her to sleep with other men and enjoyed watching and sometimes joining in. I joked saying that she had always enjoyed sex and reminded her of the time when I enjoyed a blow job from her. She confessed that she couldn’t remember sucking me off but accepted that it had happened.
I asked why her second marriage had failed as it sounded like they were such a good match. Jennifer said that he drunk a lot and would become abusive towards her, calling her a slut and a whore after having encouraged her to sleep with other men. Then it became physical. Fortunately, her ex got into a fight with one of the men she was sleeping with and put him in hospital. Not fortunate for the man but her ex got sent to prison where he got into further fights and ended up with a very long sentence.
When we left the pub, I walked Jennifer to her car and as she got in it, she reached for my belt and pulled me to her saying, “For old times sake.” She had my cock out in seconds and was giving me a long-needed sucking. Like the first time she swallowed my load. I said something about her reputation for swallowing and that Hilda never did. Jennifer answered me and told me that she does now. Then she left me tucking my cock back away as she drove off.
The next time I saw her, a few days later, she said she had told Hilda that she had been out with me, and Hilda was looking forward to seeing me again. I had wondered if she would have even remembered me let alone want to see me. Two nights later I met Hilda in the same pub, and we were soon chatting about things like we were old mates. Hilda had also been married. In fact, three times. She told me that the first died in a motorcycle accident. It was someone I had known from school. The second had caught Hilda cheating on her and threw her out. She was still married to the third but didn’t live with him or see him anymore.
I asked about kids, and she informed me that she had never wanted any. She said besides helping Jennifer with her two was enough for her. I told her that I didn’t know Jennifer had kids and was informed that both had fledged the nest and now it was just the two of them at home. I asked about boyfriends, and she said that both her and Jennifer saw men when they wanted, but a lot of the time it was just the two of them. It was the way she said it that I queried what she meant, to be told that they slept together sometimes. The thought of the two of them together had my cock springing to attention.
Then Hilda wanted to know about my love life. I told her that I had seen quite a number of women over the years but nothing serious as my work took me all around the world. Hilda enquired when I would be off again, and I told her that I had just retired. She said she was glad that I would be sticking around.
A while later I walked her to her car. Like Jennifer, she also pulled me to her and fumbled to get my cock out. She sucked me to completion and swallowed telling me that she had moved on from spitting. We both laughed and I told her that unfortunately I never had the chance when she used to spit. I also told her that I would love to see her again. Hilda just said, “you will.”
About a week later I was invited to Jennifer and Hilda’s home for a meal. I did wonder who would be eating what. Between them they had cooked a fabulous meal and when we retired to the lounge I sat in a large comfortable chair and Hilda and Jennifer sat on the sofa as we sipped some nice wine, I had taken round with me. I could see the two of them holding hands. Hilda saw me looking at their hands and asked did it make me uncomfortable. I told them not at all. With that Jennifer pulled Hilda to her and kissed her. Straight away my cock twitched.
It wasn’t my first time to see two women together or indeed be involved in threesomes or even foursomes, but it was the first time that I had seen two women that I had grown up with and fancied the hell out of, kissing each other. I told them just how sexy they looked together. The next thing, they were on the floor stripping each other’s clothes off. I loved when Hilda turned round, and they were now sucking each other’s pussy. I held off joining them as long as I could, and then I was with them and thrusting into Jennifer’s pussy first and then a short while later into Hilda’s pussy.
It was a fantastic night, and I enjoyed the women’s treasures more than once before totally exhausted, I went home. I was a bit surprised that although Hilda was, and still is, the better looking of the two, Jennifer was the better fuck. It was pretty close between them as to who sucked cock the better, in fact too close to call. I was real late getting home, and my mother complained that I shouldn’t be seeing that slut as she referred to Jennifer. I informed my mother that she was a friend, and I would see who I liked. It caused a frosty air between us, but I refused to just give in to my mother. A few nights later I was back around Jennifer and Hilda’s house sampling the pair of them again. After that I would see then once or twice a week for the next four months, even though I knew that the two of them were also seeing other men. I just couldn’t help myself.
Then my mother took a turn for the worse and slowly went downhill and sadly succumbed to the cancer. To my surprise both Jennifer and Hilda attended the funeral. Afterwards we had friends and family back to my house and both of them came to the house. My sister looked surprised to see the two of them and whispered to me that did I know that both were considered communal bikes. I told sis that I didn’t care, and that Jennifer had taken good care of my mother during her illness. Afterwards when everyone had left. Jennifer and Hilda stayed helping me clear up. Afterwards we all ended up in my bed. Afterwards I felt a little guilt as it was the same night that we had buried my mother, but the sex was so good the guilt soon passed.
Much to my sister’s annoyance, when my mother’s estate was settled and I paid her half for the house, I moved both Hilda and Jennifer in with me. I knew that there was no way that I could stop them from seeing other men or even tried to. Instead, I just asked that they not bring other men to our house. We are now in our seventies, and I still sleep with two women most nights. Nowadays both women have slowed down and seldom see other men. Jennifer informs me that she no longer has intercourse with other men, but still gives the odd blow job. Hilda on the other hand is still a bit more active and still has full sex with other men, but less frequently. I still get the full works from both of them.
Looking back my only regret is that instead of all my travelling, could have stayed at home and met and enjoyed the two of them sooner. I will have to go as they are coming in and from the sound of their merriment I am in for another great night.
