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The porch

Dennis asked me to take Victor to the porch. He wanted the romance where the neighbors could not hear the words, and then he wanted to bring us through the door when I was ready. He said he would like to be invited, not assumed. I told him he was invited already. Victor came at four with nothing in his hands but the want we had already agreed to.

I sat on the swing in the chambray shirt, bare legs, grey-blonde bun loose. Victor sat so our knees touched and did not rush the tea. We talked until the talk thinned. He told me I was beautiful in that ordinary hour. Dennis, on the step, said he thought so every day. The praise was quiet and it undid me more than a grab would have. I put Victor's hand on my thigh under the hem of the shirt. He stroked there for a long time, porch creaking, ice shifting in the glasses. When my cunt was wet I said so, plainly. Dennis stood, kissed the top of my head, and opened the door.

Once the door shut we did not hurry just because there was a bed. Victor undressed me and kissed every place he uncovered, and he kissed my cunt before he asked for more. Dennis undressed too and lay where I could reach him. I took his cock in my mouth for a while, slow, loving that cock, then I asked Victor to fuck me while I kept Dennis close. Victor fucked his cock into my cunt while I was on my side, one knee up, Dennis at my face so I could kiss him and moan into his mouth. It was deep and unhurried. Victor's hand covered my breast and he told me my cunt felt like a privilege. Dennis said we were lucky. I said I was close, and they both stayed with me until I came in a long roll, not a snap.

Victor came in my cunt when I asked him to stay. I held Dennis's cock and stroked him through the aftershocks until he came across my wrist, gasping that he loved me. We went back for the teas before the ice died. The quilt was warm from the sun. I sat on the swing with both of them, shirt on and nothing under it, and Dennis took my hand like he had on the day he asked. Victor's shoulder touched mine. Nobody performed.

Janice on a porch swing, chambray shirt, quilt folded beside her, two iced teas, late afternoon.
Photo: Janice on a porch swing, chambray shirt, quilt folded beside her, two iced teas, late afternoon.