About twenty-one years ago, I met, and fell in love with, an incredible girl. I was nineteen and a freshman at university. She was eighteen, a senior in high school, and attending an off campus fraternity party on the weekend. She was the brightest light in the large front room of the fraternity house that evening. Her pixie length blonde hair reflected the moving lights of the mirrored ball turning beneath the spotlights surrounding the room. She wasn’t particularly tall, maybe five foot-five or six but her legs seemed to comprise most of her height extending below the shortest of black mini-skirts that she wore. While her legs were long enough to reach the ground, the rest of her body promised something nearer to heaven.
Her slender waist separated her rounded hips from her exquisite breasts that were broad at the base and more than a double handful suspended perfectly in her bra and covered by an untucked, white, turtleneck, sleeveless pull over. Her face was Aphrodite herself, with heart shaped thin lips, Greek nose and arched, thin eyebrows over intensely blue eyes. Her black framed eyeglasses provided the perfect amount of contrast that made her even more appealing and her brilliant, white toothed smile sealed the deal.
She was the attraction of the party, much to the chagrin of the other women at the party and the delight of the men. Throughout the evening, she was cautious with her drinking and even more judicious in selecting the men she was willing to even to talk to. Near the end of the evening, when the music was loud and fast, when most of the women were nearing alcoholic foolhardiness and most of the men pursuing macho propositions, she stood at the side of the room, very sober and still smiling.
Although I had consumed a few beers, I was sober enough to not have lost sight of her the entire evening. I stood near her at the side of the room. Somehow, our eyes met for the first time. Her smile broadened and my pulse quickened, pounding in my chest loud enough for her to hear. She nodded in the direction of the dance floor. I interpreted her nod as an invitation to dance, something I knew nothing about.
Without conscious thought, I moved closer to her and held out my hand. She took my hand and I led her out on the dance floor where I shamefully admitted that I had no idea what I was doing. I didn’t know how to dance. She laughed at me and said, “Let me teach you then,” her sweet, silken voice disabusing me of any attempt to refuse her offer.
With my right hand on her waist, her left hand on my shoulder and our other hands held high together, she taught me a simple Texas two-step. I wanted nothing more than to learn from this woman. Soon we were moving around the dance floor like professionals with the other dancers making room for us.
When the music ended, we headed back to the side of the room together. I put out my hand. “Jason,” I said. She took my hand. “Sue,” she said, her voice a thought paralyzing sound echoing around my empty skull.
Without another sentence to follow up, I improvised. “Glad to meet you. Can I take you somewhere quiet where we can talk and have something to drink?”
To my surprise, and the surprise of most the remaining partiers, she said, “Sure. Let’s get out of here.”
Stunned, I followed her out of the fraternity house. “Where’s your car?” she asked.
Still stupefied, I pointed to my beat up Honda halfway up the block. I opened the door and she got in. I managed to stumble around the rear of the car and got into the driver’s seat. I started the car and sat with my hands on the wheel, uncertain if I was in any condition to drive.
After a moment of indecision, Sue said, “Well. Let’s go.”
Not able to disappoint her, I swallowed hard and pulled out of the parking space. Still unable to form a coherent thought, I debated where to take her. I knew nothing about her. Was she legal? That is, drinking age and other things. I didn’t want to take her anywhere she would be embarrassed or uncomfortable. That eliminated bars and motels, where I might be more uncomfortable than she would be.
We ended up at an old fashioned, chrome sided, all night diner at the edge of town. We ordered burgers and a vanilla milk shake. Sue carefully removed the onions from her burger, something I thought was prescient and appropriate, so I followed suit. We ate the burgers and shared the milk shake through a single straw.
Conversation started slowly and improved as we ate our burgers. Buy the time we finished, we were old friends, easily communicating with each other. I paid the check adding an indecently large tip and we held hands as we walked back to my Honda. I drove her back to her car near the fraternity house and parked behind it. We sat at talked for another half hour.
Before she left, she asked me a not so simple question. “Jason,” she said, “back at the party you seemed unable to talk. Now, you’re talking up a storm. What gives?”
“The truth?” I asked.
“I never accept anything but the truth,” Sue insisted.
“You’re so beautiful that I forgot my pick up line,” I said.
Sue laughed aloud. When she composed herself, she asked, “Really?”
“Well, not really, really. I read that some place. I don’t have a pick up line but you did take my breath away.”
She looked at me seriously for a long time. “Jason, you’re the most honest and decent guy I’ve met all year,” she said.
Somewhat embarrassed, I said, “Thank you, I think. I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”
“Disappointed? Far from it,” she said.
“Does this mean I can ask you out on a real date?” I asked, little boy hopeful.
“You can ask.”
“Sue,” I asked, “would you honor me with another evening together?”
Through her broad smile, she answered, “Yes.”
We exchanged phone numbers. Sue added her home address and we agreed to go out together the following Saturday.
“You can pick me up at home,” she said. “Come to the door and ring the bell.”
“I have to meet your parents?” I asked.
“You’ll survive. They’re old fashioned. They like to meet my dates.”
Sue got out of the car, walked behind it and came up alongside the driver’s side window. I lowered the window. She leaned in, kissed me on the mouth and left me sitting there with a stunned expression and lipstick on my lips as she drove away.
I managed to drive home, tasting Sue on my tingling lips all the way. Was it possible to wash my face and avoid washing my lips forever? My older sister, Lucy, was awake, sitting at the kitchen table in her light blue baby doll nightgown, pink panties and no bra. “Hey, Jason,” she called as I passed by the kitchen door. I stuck my head inside and asked, “Why are you still awake?”
“I couldn’t sleep. Why are you sneaking in so late?”
“I’m not sneaking in. I just don’t want to wake anyone up.”
“Looks like you got up and lucky tonight,” she stated.
“What?”
She pointed to her lips. I touched my lips and realized she could see the remnants of Sue’s lipstick on them. “It’s not what you think?” I said.
“How do you know what I’m thinking?” she countered.
“It was just one kiss. Nothing else,” I explained.
“Then you must be horny as hell. Can I help?”
Lucy liked teasing me, offering her eighteen-year-old body to me in a dozen different scenarios knowing I would never agree. I didn’t actually try to stop her teasing. I had seen, and memorized, most of her body since her birthday when she began to flash and manage an occasional wardrobe malfunction.
“Cut that out. You know we’ll never do anything like that with each other.”
“So you say. Maybe tonight’s different. If I took off my panties would you be tempted?”
“Stop teasing me. You know if you weren’t my sister, I’d have you on the floor right now taking your panties off for you.”
“Now it’s your turn to stop teasing me,” she said. She got up. “Maybe I’ll just have to rub one out on my own tonight,” she added as she headed for the stairs.
“You do that,” I said.
“You do it too,” she said. “Maybe we’ll cum together,” she chided as she wiggled her ass going up the stairs.
“Fuck that,” I said to myself. I got a glass of water and followed her upstairs. I passed her bedroom on the way to mine. The door was ajar, far enough for me to see she hadn’t been kidding.
In my room, I considered joining Lucy in a parallel masturbation exercise but I decided against it. Sue wouldn’t approve.
I picked up Sue at her house on Saturday. Her parents were very nice. They greeted me graciously and sent us and off with a “Have a good time,” directive.
Sue and I clicked instantly. I knew, and I think she agreed, that we were connected for the long haul. Over the next three weeks, I carefully worked the bases and Sue, just as carefully, offered the playing field. We had sex for the first time, on a blanket in the park after midnight on our fourth date. We were married within the year.
On an afternoon last August, we had sex on the sofa in the living room for the first time in eighteen years. Both the kids were off to university. Stephanie, our youngest, left that morning and it was the first time we were confident we wouldn’t be disturbed since Bryan was born.
Our sexual activity returned to something similar to before the kids were born. Less frequently but more intense. We were both having a blast. Thanksgiving that year was at my in-laws home. Sue’s parents, my mother, father, sister and both the kids were included. Most everyone left before nine and Sue, I and her parents sat in the living room with a late football game on the TV. Along the way, Sue and her mother left the room to talk in the kitchen.
We spent the night in Sue’s old bedroom, now a guest room, and left before noon on Friday. Sue was unusually quiet on the way home and her mood deepened as the weekend progressed. Steph and Brian were home for the holiday weekend, so it was Sunday evening before we found an opportunity to talk.
I poured us each a healthy glass of wine and led Sue into the den where I put on some light background music before I sat next to her on the sofa.
“What’s up, beautiful?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she answered.
“I don’t think it’s nothing,” I said. “You’ve been unusually quiet and withdrawn since we left your parents house Friday. Share with me. What’s the problem?”
“You have to promise you won’t be angry with me.”
“Angry? What could possibly make me angry?”
“I’ll tell you but you have to listen and not interrupt,” she stated.
Not knowing what to expect but knowing I had to know, I agreed.
“Well, while you and dad were watching the football game, mom asked me to go into the kitchen with her where we could talk,” Sue started.
“I know,” I said.
“You promised not to interrupt,” she reminded me.
“She wanted to discuss something personal with me. Long story short, she told me she had a solution for the slack in our sex life.”
“What…,” I started to say but Sue held up her hand to stop me.
“What slack?” she continued, “I asked her.”
“You know. How sex is less exciting, less fulfilling and less frequent,” she said.
“Mom,” I objected. “It’s none of your business but my sex life with Jason is exciting, fulfilling and very frequent.”
“Sue, honey,” she said. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I’m your mother. I know these things. I’ve been there and your dad and I have a solution.”
“I was speechless”, Sue said. So was I. I waited, silently, for Sue to continue.
“You don’t have something to say?” Sue asked me.
“I thought you didn’t want me to talk,” I stated.
“It got worse,” Sue moaned.
“I don’t see how,” I commented.
“Just listen. I’ll try to remember what she said. I was a little hazy at this point.
“Mom went on as if my stunned silence was acknowledgement of her observations.”
“Bill and I, she said, “were in a similar funk until we found the club. A girl friend of mine suggested it and I suggested it to your dad. He wasn’t opposed, so we accepted an invitation to an upcoming party.
“We went to the party, met some wonderful people and our sex life had picked up considerably since. Now we go monthly to one of the parties and we’ve never regretted it.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked her. “She had an answer.”
“Because I don’t want to see you and Jason suffering when I know I can be of help.”
“How?” I managed to ask.
“I want you and Jason to come to one of the parties. You won’t regret it, I promise you and if it has the same beneficial effect for you it’s had for your dad and me, you’ll thank me for inviting you.”
“What could I do?” asked Sue.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“I accepted an invitation to a party.”
“What? When?”
“Next Saturday and I have no idea what to expect.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because she’s my mom, she was really concerned and she wanted to help,” admitted Sue.
“She wanted to help with our sex lives?” I tried to confirm.
“Jason,” Sue began, “honestly, I forgot about what she was concerned about. The conversation was circulating around it without saying it. I just wanted to make her happy.”
“And get away from the subject,” I offered.
“And to end the conversation. I’m sorry. What should we do?”
“I guess we’ll go to the party. How bad can it be? Your parents are old and conservative. We should drive separately in case we’re bored and want to leave early,” I conceded.
“Thank you,” offered Sue and she leaned over to me and kissed me. One thing led to another and soon we were engaged in the very activity my mother-in-law thought was infrequent and wanted to fix.
Later, as we lay in bed next to each other, Sue ventured. “Jason, what if it’s some kind of sex party?”
“Sex party? Like a swinger’s party. I can’t imagine your parents as members of a swinger’s group.”
“Maybe I don’t know them as well as I thought I did,” Sue said, rolled over and went to sleep.
Saturday took forever to arrive and came too quickly. Neither Sue nor I knew where we were going, whom we were going to meet and what would happen. Our guesses ranged from group therapy to a religious cult, although a “Swinger’s club” wasn’t far from our minds.
We met Bill and Mildred at their home. Mildred expressly asked us to refer to them by their names and avoid “mom” and “dad” for the rest of the evening. We followed them to a large home in an upscale development. There were about a dozen cars parked in the driveway and at the curb in front of the house. We walked with them to the front door and Bill rang the bell.
An attractive woman in her early sixties answered the door and greeted Bill and Mildred with hugs and cheek kisses. Mildred introduced us as Jason and Sue. The woman shook each of our hands gently.
“Why don’t you and Bill go inside?” said the woman to Mildred. “I’ll take care of Jason and Sue.”
Bill and Mildred headed for a large room on the right of the entry foyer. The woman smiled at us and said, “Follow me.” As we walked behind her, I noticed that her long, light gray hair was hanging down her back. She was wearing a white, wrap-around dress tied at the waist and she was barefoot. “Strange outfit for a house party,” I thought.
She led us to a large room at the rear of the kitchen. “You can leave anything you don’t need here,” she said. She pointed to one wall. “You can use one of those lockers for your things and over there,” she pointed to the opposite wall, “are robes if you want them. Just join us when you’re ready.” With that, she left us alone.
I opened one of the lockers. A man’s clothing was hanging on hooks and a woman’s dress was on a hanger. Underwear was on the shelf at the top and two pair of shoes on the floor of the locker. I showed it to Sue. She opened another locker. “Same thing here,” she said.
“Jason,” said Sue hesitantly, “this is starting to sound like some sort of sex party.”
“I think you’re right,” I answered. I went over to the closets on the opposite wall. In one, I found a collection of men’s robes in various colors. In the other were women’s robes ranging from colorful terry to almost transparent.
Sue looked over my shoulder. “I know I’m right. What do we do now?”
“I think we join the party,” I said.
“I’m not taking my clothes off,” said Sue.
“Neither am I. I’m going to look for your parents and tell them we’re leaving.”
We went back to the entry foyer, dressed exactly as we were when we entered. I started down the hall in the direction Bill and Mildred had gone earlier. Sue went in the opposite direction. “We can do this faster if we look separately,” she said. “Meet you back here in five minutes.”
I stood in the doorway of the large room at the end of the hall. There were maybe a dozen people in the room, all of them in some state of partial nudity. They were holding drinks and conversing as if this was a normal cocktail party. There was a quartet playing background music and a small, empty dance floor. One woman, near me at the door, smiled at me and rubbed the cold drink in her hand over one of her nipples. I didn’t see Bill or Mildred.
I turned to leave and almost bumped into a young woman. A half-second later, I recognized her. “Lucy, what are you doing here?” erupted from my mouth almost simultaneously with her “Jason, what are you doing here?” exclamation.
Lucy was not only here, she was clearly part of the party. She was wearing one of the almost transparent robes although it wasn’t tied at the waist. It wasn’t tied at all. It hung from her shoulders, completely open in the front and would flow out behind her if she walked. That was all. She was wearing nothing else. She was standing in front of me, totally naked. She looked as good as she ever had and I knew she wasn’t teasing. She was here to play.
Lucy, jumping into the gap created by my stunned silence, said, “The locker room is down the hall next to the kitchen. Get those clothes off and come looking for me. I’ve got something for you I’ve been saving for over twenty years.”
I wandered back to the entry hall. Sue was waiting for me. “No luck,” she said.
“They’re not in the big room either,” I told her.
“One of the guests told me there are individual party rooms upstairs,” Sue said.
“I’m not looking for them up there,” I said.
“Neither am I,” said Sue. “I’m ready to leave. I talk to mom tomorrow and tell her that we left early.”
“She’ll want to know why,” I suggested.
“I’ll dance around it somehow. Let’s get out of here.”
On the drive home, we were both silent with our thoughts. In our driveway, Sue paused before we got out of the car. “I can’t believe my parents are involved in sex club,” she half cried.
“Neither can I,” I added. “But there’s more.”
“More? What more could there be?” asked Sue.
“My sister was there.”
“Lucy?”
“Yeah. Lucy.
“You saw her there?” asked Sue.
“Actually we saw each other.”
“Awkward?”
“Awkward is an understatement. She was almost naked and she propositioned me.”
“She wanted to have sex with you?”
“Not in so many words but I clearly understood that was her intent,” I answered.
“Jason,” Sue said tepidly, “what a mess. What the fuck are we going to do?”
“We’re going in the house, we’re going to bed and we’re going to fuck and hope things look better in the morning.”
At breakfast, Sunday morning, Sue and I sat at the kitchen table, mugs of coffee in our hands and a pecan ring on a plate on the table between us. Sue was unusually quiet and I honored her reticence to talk. During her second mug of coffee, Sue breached the subject of the elephant in the room.
“Jason,” she said, “I’ve been thinking a lot about my mother, the party last night and your sister.”
“I’m listening,” I said having some idea where this conversation was heading.
“Well,” continued Sue, “first my mother. She’s always wanted to be helpful, even when she’s not wanted and she’s always sure she’s right.”
“I’ve seen her in action,” I confirmed her statement.
“Well, is she right this time?” Sue asked.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Is she correct in assuming our sex life is not what it used to be?”
“Susie,” I said, “I’m not unhappy with our sex life and I assume you’re not either. Are you suggesting there’s a problem that we were unaware of until your mom mentioned it?”
“No. No problem. Things are as good as they’ve ever been. But maybe…”
“Maybe what?” I asked uneasy about what she might say.
“Maybe it could be even better,” Sue said.
“Slightly relieved, I said, “Everything could be even better. I guess our sex life isn’t excluded.”
Sue smiled. “I’m glad you agree with me.”
This conversation wasn’t headed anywhere near where I expected it to go. I wasn’t sure what I had agreed to. “Help me out here. Fill me in with what you’re thinking.”
“Well, mom said partying improved her’s and dad’s sex life. She also indicated that it needed a big boost and the parties provided it.”
“Are you suggesting that our sex lives need a boost only your mother recognizes, although I’ve never seen her in the bedroom with us, and that the parties would provide that boost that we only have your mother’s testimony about? Hell, we don’t even know what kind of improvement she’s alluding to.”
“So, you agree that our sex life could be better but you don’t think we should investigate ways to improve it.”
I had no idea how to reply to that. I was busy trying to find a way out of the hole I didn’t know I was digging. I tried an alternative. “We could watch pornography. I bet we could learn something from that.”
“It’s not the same, watching versus doing. Besides, the movies are professional actors. What they do is not normal.”
I tried taking the offensive. “So, you think our sex life lacks something and you’d like to go to one of these parties to see if someone there knows what it is and will show you how to include it in our love making.”
“I didn’t say that. Mom’s instincts are usually right. What if she’s right this time? We owe it to ourselves to check it out. If we don’t, we may spend the rest of our lives wondering if we should have.”
“What if I don’t want to go?”
“Well, I guess our sex life will go on as it is, slowly deteriorating until it disappears.”
Was that a threat or a promise? How the hell did this hole keep getting deeper? I could see only one way out. “I guess you’re right. Have you thought about how you’ll feel having sex with another man and watching me fuck another woman?”
“It’s not about feeling. It’s just sex and instructional sex at that without an emotional component. Anyway, we don’t have to watch each other.”
“Okay,” I said giving up. “When’s the next party?”
“In three weeks,” Sue informed me.
“Is that all?” I asked.
“There’s still the issue of your sister,” reminded Sue. “She obviously wants to have sex with you.”
“Jesus, she’s my sister. The whole idea is wrong on so many counts. You’d be okay with my fucking Lucy?” I asked.
“It creates a tension between you and her and there’s only one way to deal with it,” suggested my wife.
“You didn’t answer my question. Would you be okay with me fucking Lucy?”
“I would. You a man, she’s a woman and you’re both adults. I don’t see a problem.”
“Lucy’s not like one of the women at these parties. She’s not just another warm body with tits and a pussy.”
“Calm down,” said Sue. “She is different. “She loves you and you love her. It’s not the same as the love we have, but it’s just as real. You should listen to her and respond appropriately. The love you share should be nourished just like our love should be nourished.”
“Just once?” I asked.
“I have no idea.”
“Jesus…”
That night, Sue was unusually active before sleeping. We showered together. We spent twenty minutes satisfying each other orally and then fucked in several positions before we were too tired to continue.
The three weeks dragged on. During that time, I thought of a thousand things that could go wrong but I mentioned none of them to Sue, not wanting to discuss the matter further.
That Saturday, Sue dressed casually. I asked her why she wasn’t dressing for a party as she usually did. Her simple answer was, “Nobody going to see how I’m dressed.”
On the drive to the party, I had to mention a couple of things that had been nagging me. “Sue,” I said carefully, “I have a couple of questions about tonight.”
“I’m listening,” she said.
“What if either of us finds something we really enjoy but we know our spouse can’t duplicate?”
“Do you have an example?” Sue asked.
“Okay. What if you encounter a huge cock and find it extremely fulfilling. It’s not something I’d be able to provide at home.”
“I’ve considered that,” started Sue. “And I’m determined to avoid what visually isn’t helpful to our sex life. I could ask you a similar question. What about huge tits? Could you still appreciate mine after spending time in that playground? Or anal sex?”
“I get your point about big tits and your approach makes sense. Anal however…”
Sue punched me on the arm and laughed out loud. “Don’t get your hopes up but we are here to learn,” she said.
We arrived at a different house and a different woman answered the door. Her hair was down and she wore a simple cotton robe belted at the waist. When I identified us, she let us in and closed the door. She removed her robe and tossed it on a nearby chair. “I’m glad you weren’t the law,” she mumbled as, naked, she led us down a short hallway to a medium sized bedroom.
“You can leave your stuff in here. Most of us are in the parlor. Just follow the sounds. You’ll find us fine,” she told us before she left.
The chairs and most of the bed were covered with both men’s and women’s clothing.
“No lockers,” I said.
“And no robes,” added Sue.
We stripped and I found a small space on the bed for our clothing. “I’m leaving my panties on,” said Sue as she took off her bra.
I followed her lead and left my boxer shorts on.
When we left the bedroom, our hostess was waiting for us. She looked at us and asked, “You’re new at this, aren’t you?”
“How did you know?” asked Sue.
“The shorts and panties are a sure sign of a novice,” she told us. “Leave them here and you’ll have an easier time fitting in.”
Sue took off her panties and handed them to me. I took them inside the bedroom, removed my shorts, left both pairs on the bed with our other stuff and met Sue in the hallway again. Our guide was gone.
“Where to?” I asked.
“She went that way,” said Sue as she pointed up the hall.
We followed the sounds of music and conversation and were soon beneath a large arched entryway to a great room filled with naked people with adult beverages. We walked together, naked in public for the first time and more than a little nervous, around the edge of the room until we came to a portable bar. It seemed as if the entire room was watching us. Several of the men nodded to Sue as we passed and an equal number of women smiled and nodded at me. Sue also attracted several of the women.
The woman behind the bar was wearing a black bow tie and nothing else. She expertly assembled our drinks. When I asked about the bow tie, she said, “I’m working. It’s so they,” she pointed out into the room, “don’t forget.”
Sue and I sipped our drinks for several minutes. Eventually, Sue said, “I think we have to separate.”
“Okay,” I said as Sue headed off into the center of the room. I followed at a different angle.
I was relieved to discover that Sue’s parents weren’t at the party and neither was Lucy. I stopped to chat with a cute redhead. I was reminded of Sue’s query in the car, since it was the size of her breasts that drew me to her.
We made innocuous small talk for a minute before I apologized for staring at her breasts. “It’s okay. Everyone here stares all the time. “Do you like them?”
Not a question I was prepared to answer. Of course, I liked them. It just didn’t seem polite to say so.
“You don’t have to answer,” said the red head. She reached out and tapped my erection. “I already have your answer. Would you like to touch them?” she added.
I nodded and answered, “Very much.”
She took my hand and said, “Follow me.”
She led me out of the main room and up a single flight of stairs where she found an empty bedroom. She took me inside. “Should I close the door?” she asked.
I didn’t have a clue. Close the door. Leave it open. I kinda shrugged my shoulders.
She looked at me quizzically. “First time?” she asked.
“I nodded.” Closing the door means we want privacy. Leaving it open invites spectators and possible participants,” the red head explained.
I pushed the door closed until I heard it latch.
“Good choice,” she said. She moved in front of me, reached up, pulled my head down and kissed me. My non-reaction was obvious. “First time again?” she asked.
I nodded silently.
“I’m honored you chose me to take your swinger’s cherry. I can see you’re physically ahead of your intellect. Come with me. Let’s skip the preliminaries and get right to the climax, pun intended.” She led me to the bed and lay me on my back with my erection standing like a flagpole straight up from my body. She straddled my chest, leaned in and started to kiss me. She continued to kiss me as she slid down my body. She lifted her hips when she contacted my erection and, after some shifting and positioning, she settled down with me inside her.
She felt similar to Sue but nothing like her. She was exercising her pubic muscles in ways I’d never experienced with Sue. “So this is what Sue is talking about,” I thought as I grabbed the red head’s hips and began to move with her. Within minutes, I set thinking about Sue aside and committed to maximizing my, and my partner’s, satisfaction.
Her tits were larger than Sue’s, felt wonderful in my hands and even better in my mouth. I rolled us over and positioned myself between her thighs, filling her as deeply as I could while stroking repeatedly into her. She lifted her legs over my head and I increased pistoning into her while she moaned and vocalized animalistic sounds. She came a few minutes later and, two strokes later, I came inside her.
We lay alongside each other as we recovered. The red head rolled on her side facing me and put a hand on my stomach. Still breathing heavily, she asked, “Are you sure this is your first time?”
I offered my best wry smile. She leaned in and kissed me again. “You’re real,” she said.
“Real as real could be,” I answered.
I leaned up and kissed her. “Jason,” I said.
“Oh right. Joan,” she replied.
Joan and I spent the next hour with the preliminaries. She tasted wonderful and she did things with her mouth and throat that felt incredible. I was kneeling behind her, deep in her pussy when I came for the third time. We took a few minutes to rest before Joan suggested it was time for us to surface. We had been together for the better part of two hours. “You never know what you’ll miss if you linger too long with just one person,” she said.
Joan cleaned up with some wipes conveniently on the night table next to the bed and did the same for me. She took my hand and started for the door. I held back. “Is it okay for us to leave together?” I asked.
“Not usually but I’m making an exception for you. If we walk into the main room together it’ll do wonders for your reputation and I’ll be sure to promote your skills to anyone who asks.”
“I guess that’s alright,” I said and we left the room together.
Downstairs, we entered the main room together and, after a slight pause, went our separate ways. I headed for the bar and the bow tied bartender. “You look like you could use a drink,” she said and poured me a double Jameson. I leaned on the bar and scouted the room. I didn’t see Sue but there were a number of women looking directly at me. I watched Joan mingle with one group of women after the other and noticed how they began to look at me after she left.
Within minutes, I had three women elbowing me at the bar. They were all older than I was but they obviously took care of their bodies. Two of them had tits larger than both Joan and Sue but they only drooped slightly. The third one had smaller tits but nipples larger than any of the others. Below the waist, all three of them had naked pussies and puffy labia. I thought that all three of them had had sex recently and were looking for more.
One of them, a big titted brunette with a pixie haircut, said to me, “Joan tells me you’re naked and unafraid.”
“The first is obvious and Sue’s entitled to her opinion,” I answered.
“Abby, Belle and I would like to fact check Joan,” she said.
“I assume Abby and Belle are your friends here,” I said.
“Sorry,” said the brunette, “Cassie,” she added as he held out her hand.
I left the room for the second time with Cassie and Belle on my arms and Abby trailing behind us. We passed Sue coming down the stairs as we went up. She smiled weakly and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled and blew her a kiss. “Someone you know?” asked Cassie.
“I’ve seen her around,” I said.
“Should we invite her to join us?”
“Probably not. I think she prefers one on one relationships.”
Cassie checked several rooms with open doors and selected the one with the largest bed. The door was barely closed before the women began a choreographed approach. Within minutes, I knew they had done this before. They took turns kissing me, stroking my cock and, after pushing me back on the bed, sucking my erection.
Cassie was the first to swallow my cock. She pushed it so far into her mouth that I felt it slip into her throat. Once there, she used her throat muscles to swallow repeatedly, an experience I’d never had before. When Cassie came up for air, Abby replaced her and did exactly the same thing. Belle made it a perfect trifecta when Abby took a break.
Cassie took the opportunity to sit on my face while Abby performed her magic. Abby and I both gasped for air at the same time. Eventually, all three women were lying alongside each other at the side of the bed while I tested their readiness with my tongue and fingers.
The moment and the women were ripe, so I slipped my erection inside Belle while standing between her legs. Two minutes later, I was inside Cassie and two minutes after that, Abby. The women were in total control. They told me when to change partners and encouraged me when it wasn’t their turn.
It was a surreal experience. I wasn’t like I imagined how a foursome with three women would develop. This was more an Alice in Wonderland event. I felt divorced from the action as the three queens vied for my release. Unfortunately, my time with Joan had pretty much drained my reservoir and I was servicing each of the women repeatedly waiting for the ultimate release. Interestedly, both Abby and Belle had orgasms while I was inside them. Cassie worked her pelvic muscles heroically but without result when I was inside her. Finally, I came while inside Belle. The three women seemed satisfied. They each kissed me with lots of tongue before they left the room together.
I lay on the bed, tired and processing the last two hours. Someone spoke to me from the open door. It was Sue. “Can I come in?” she asked.
I nodded. Sue came into the room and climbed up on the bed next to me. “You look beat,” she said.
“I’m exhausted,” I said.
Sue lay alongside me, gently running her fingers through my chest hair, teasing my nipples and finger combing my pubic hair. Fairly quickly, I responded to her attention. My weariness was replaced with a familiar longing and my penis expanded happily with the known movements.
“Do you think you could make love to me?” asked Sue.
I kissed her, rolled on top of her and slipped inside her as she raised her legs. A warm veil enveloped me. This was love, not just sex. Love made the sex meaningful. We moved slowly, prolonging the experience as if it was the first time.
I heard voices through the open door almost as if they were miles away. “Wow,” said one voice. “They’re married,” said another. “We’re all married,” said the first voice. “But their married to each other,” clarified the second voice. “Beautiful,” said a woman’s voice before someone closed the door.
Sue began a series of shuttering and shaking orgasms while I stroked slowly inside her. Eventually, I came inside her. I lingered for as long as I could, never wanting to part from her.
A while later, we found our clothes, dressed and left the party. We held hands in the car on the way home and slept in each other’s arms in our own bed when we got home.
At breakfast late Sunday morning, neither of us was ready to talk. Wrapped in our robes, we had a quiet, almost silent hour together drinking coffee and eating buttered sourdough toast with jam or cinnamon sugar.
“Are you alright?” I asked Sue eventually.
“I am,” she replied, “but I’m somewhat unsettled about the events of last evening.”
“I think I understand. I’m still processing what occurred,” I told her.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Sue asked.
“I think I do but I haven’t had enough time to think it through. How I feel now may not be how I’ll feel tomorrow or next week and some of what I might say might not even be true except in the moment.”
“I agree. I’m having similar thoughts,” said Sue.
“Do you want an accounting of the entire evening?” I asked.
“Why don’t we start with the most pressing question? Did you have sex with another woman?”
“Full disclosure? Both of us?”
“Both of us.”
“I did,” I admitted.
“So did I,” said Sue, “But… But something. I just don’t know what to say.”
“I assume you had sex with another man.” I stated.
“That too,” stated Sue.
“Both?”
Sue nodded.
I paused for several minutes, thinking about my wife having sex with another woman. Incredibly, that fact was more interesting than knowing she had fucked another man.
“One thing is clear to me,” I said, breaking the silence. “Sex is an incredibly complex subject. There are so many considerations and complications that it’s almost impossible to comprehend them all.”
“Tell me more,” requested Sue.
“Well, until last night, I didn’t understand that there could be bad sex,” I said.
“You had a bad experience?” Sue asked.
“True.”
“So did I,” she said.
“Oh,” I whispered. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” Sue said. “Only to the extent that he was over eager and had no thought about how I felt. It hurt and afterward I felt used.”
“Interesting,” I mused. “If you see him again, point him out and I’ll explain how to treat a woman to him.”
“Interesting?” asked Sue, “and no you won’t. Forget it. I’m doing my best to forget it too.”
“If you say so but I had a similar experience.”
“The three women I saw you with?”
“That’s them. They dominated me. Told me what to do and when to do it. What’s bothering me is I did it all.”
“You could have left. The man who dominated me was larger than me and I had no realistic chance to stop him. In any other context, what he did was rape me but you weren’t without options. You could have left.”
“That’s what’s been bothering me. I didn’t leave. I did what I was told to do. To some extent, it was satisfying. That’s what I meant about the depth of the sexual experience. Is there something about sex that surpasses common sense? Would I have sex with someone just to have sex or is do I require something more than just feeling good and spewing semen everywhere?”
“There is but my experience tells me that, for me, it’s easy to tell the difference.”
“Explain, please.”
“Not every sexual experience results in an orgasm. I didn’t have an orgasm with the man who dominated me. I didn’t even come close. I learned my satisfaction is proportional to the intensity of my orgasm, if I have one.”
I guess my expression said I didn’t understand.
“Let me explain,” said Sue. “I spent some time in the bathroom crying before I came back downstairs. When I came back to the main room, I must have looked a mess and unhappy. An attractive woman approached me. ‘Bad experience?’ she asked.
“I pointed to the man who had been so unkind to me. ‘Oh. That’s Wilber. We all stay away from Wilber. I’m sorry no one clued you in. I have a perfect antidote for Wilber,’ she said.
“She led me back upstairs to one of the empty rooms and performed her magic on me. Afterwards, I felt much better. That’s when I passed you on the steps, coming down while you were going up.”
The voyeur in me wanted to know more about the “magic” Sue had performed on her. The husband in me told me to “let it go.”
“I’m beginning to understand. If I were to guess, the woman gave you an orgasm.”
“She didn’t ‘give’ me an orgasm, she led me to one. It was without pressure or stress. It was a gift. I also experienced the gratification of leading someone else an orgasm.”
“I think I get the difference. When you pleasure me orally, you’re giving me an orgasm. When I’m inside you, you lead me to one.”
“Exactly,” agreed Sue. “Not only am I leading you to your orgasm, you’re giving one to me. “And they all have different levels of involvement, intensity and satisfaction,” she added.
“Nice. I’ll have to pay attention in the future,” I suggested.
“Don’t try to analyze it in the moment. You’ll fuck it up. Be aware. Be there for both of us. Clear your mind and let your body run free. You can always think about it afterwards,” cautioned Sue.
“One more thing,” said Sue. “The best orgasm of last night, for me, the most intense, was the last one.”
“I love you,” I said with more sensuality than usual.
“I love you, too,” echoed Sue.
“So, where do we go from here?” I asked.
“First, we go upstairs to the bedroom and seal the deal,” Sue said. “And then we see when the next party is.”
“Wait. You want to go to another party?”
“Sure. Think of all we’ve learned and what more there is to learn. Last night was incredible and we’re about to find out how well that translates to the next morning.”
I had my doubts about the next party but heading upstairs with Sue right now appealed to me and the hardening between my legs agreed.
Upstairs, in the bedroom, Sue dropped her robe on the floor and helped me remove mine. She hugged me close, her naked body pressing against mine, my erection trapped between our bodies. She kissed me, kissed my neck and then my nipples. I didn’t believe it was possible but my erection seemed to harden even more.
I could feel her coarse pubic hair grinding against the base of my erection and my testicles. She pushed me back on the bed, kneeled between my legs and took my erection in one hand. The warmth of her moist mouth almost brought a premature end to the morning but I managed to hold it in. My efforts were short lived. When she pushed me into the back of her mouth and further, my whole body stiffened. When she swallowed, the rippling effect on my erection was the detonator. The first pulse went directly down her throat while the rest filled her mouth as she moved up slightly.
My body shook uncontrollably while my ejaculate continued to fill her mouth to overflowing. My body fell on the bed, drained. She hovered over me, showed me what was in her mouth and made a production of swallowing it. “Where did she learn that, both the throat pulsing and the swallowing?” I asked myself.
I didn’t have time to consider my thoughts. Sue climbed up into the center of the bed and pulled me up on top of her. She kissed me and pushed me down her body. I kissed her nipples and she pushed further. I nuzzled her navel and she pushed for the third time.
I had my nose in her pubic hair. She lifted her legs and held them up with her hands behind her knees. I ran my tongue around her clitoris. “Further down,” she whispered.
I stroked my tongue between her labia and pushed it inside her. “Further,” she whispered.
I looked at her tight sphincter. Without waiting for further instructions, I tongued her opening. She moaned and lifted her ass higher. I probed her ass with my tongue with little hope of making any progress to get inside her. To my surprise, she relaxed and my efforts were rewarded with a quarter of an inch of entry.
I dragged my tongue from her rectum, over her perineum, between her labia with a pause to taste the heated space, and up to her clitoris. I pushed back the skin over her clitoris and held the small, hard nub between my lips. My fingers found their way to her vagina and worked the root of her clitoris from the inside. She had relaxed when I tongued her ass, shivered when I tasted her vagina and shook when I sucked her clitoris.
I could feel her tension as she fought to contain the inevitable. It only took another minute before she fired on all cylinders and coated my face and hand with a small flood of tasty fluid. I lifted my head to see her and she lifted her head to see me. She laughed at my appearance. “You’re a mess,” she said.
I ran my tongue around my lips, extending out as far as I could and licked what I could reach. “Let me help,” said Sue as she scrambled to be face to face with me. She repeatedly licked my face and swallowed what she recovered until my face was mostly clean. Wet but clean.
I held up my hand for her to see. She licked each finger separately and then the palm of my hand. Instead of swallowing, she kissed me. She reached for my cock. Determining that I had recovered, she pulled me up onto her again until we were in position. She shifted her body down and pulled my body up until I slid inside her.
I knew what to do and I did my best. Twenty minutes later, we were still going. We were pressed so tight together that movement was limited. I was reminded of last night and moved until I was close to what I remembered. Ultimately, I pushed my chest up off her and pressed my hips tighter to her and my cock as deeply inside her as I could ever remember. I moved once, Sue moaned and her body shook. I moved again and I erupted inside her. I pulsed and she shook until we were both depleted.
We lay together for a long time before we separated and lay alongside each other on the bed.
“God, that was incredible,” Sue ventured.
“Agreed,” I panted. “Can you answer a question for me?”
“Maybe. What’s the question?”
“Where did you learn that stuff?”
“What stuff?”
“The deep throat, the swallowing, the ass play. Everything,” I itemized.
“Lois and I did more than get physical,” Sue said. “We talked.”
“I’ll never complain that women talk too much again,” I thought. “Tell Lois ‘thank you’ for me.”
Sue laughed. “I’ll do that.”
We lay on the bed together. Held hands, kissed and fondled before we headed for the shower together. Shower sex is pretty basic. Sue bends over and puts her hands on the wall. I enter her from behind, we screw for a while and usually quit before either of us reaches climax.
I was beginning to classify sex. There was good sex, bad sex and so-so sex. There was sex for your lover, sex for the love of sex, sex for the thrill of sex and sex for the fun of sex. All different than sex for the need of sex, sex for profit, sex for domination and sex for power.
Monday, Sue went to work figuring out when the next party would be. I believed she wouldn’t ask her parents or Lucy. My best guess was Lois, her new acquaintance. By the time I came home from work she had her answer.
Over dinner, she told me, “The next party is three weeks from Saturday. I have the address and we’re on the invitation list.”
Her next statement surprised me. “I want you to be in shape before the party.”
“What does that mean, ‘in shape’?” I asked.
“The male penis is controlled by muscles and they’re just like any other muscle in the body. Lack of use leads to weakness and use increases strength and stamina,” she opined.
“You think I need to strengthen my erection?” I asked. “What kind of exercise do you have in mind?” I added hesitantly.
“Frequent use,” she answered simply.
“Frequent use? Somehow, I don’t think you’re referring to masturbation.”
“Correct. I plan to be your personal trainer and I come with my own equipment,” she said smiling. “It’ll be good for both of us,” she added.
“Was your mother right?” I asked.
“Maybe.”
“When do you plan on starting this ‘exercise’ program?” I asked.
“Are you finished with dinner?” she asked, still smiling.
She stood and moved beside me. She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside. She was braless, her breasts seemed to glow and her nipples begged for attention. She stepped back and stripped off her jeans. In the process, she left her panties on, on a jaunty angle partway down her thighs. She quickly stripped them off as well. I reached out, palmed her vulva and played with the entrance to vagina with two fingers.
“That feels really good, “Sue said, “but we’re trying to increase the strength and endurance of your erection. Get those pants off and get behind me.”
By the time I had my pants off, Sue had moved the dishes aside and was bent over the kitchen table. I slid into her easily and began a slow, rhythmic motion that I knew she enjoyed.
“Here’s the plan,” Sue said with her head turned toward me. “Get as close as you can to your orgasm and then use every muscle in your body to keep it from happening. If it works the first time, do it again and again, until you lose control.”
I got close to cumming and lost it immediately. Sue straightened up, turned toward me and kissed me.
“Sorry,” I said.
“No problem,” she said. “It was the first time. We’ll keep working on it and every time it will get better.”
“And then what?” I asked.
“And then I’ll use every trick I know to make you cum until you can resist them all,” she told me.
We tried twice more that evening. I failed each time but Sue insisted she could feel some positive change. She was right. Over the next two weeks, I managed to reverse the urge to cum more often than I failed and I never failed on the first urge. A fortuitous side effect was that my erection seemed harder, larger and lasted longer. By the time the party arrived, Sue declared we were ready.
On the way to the party, Sue cautioned me to control my ego. “We both know you’re a better sexual partner than you were a month ago. There’s no need for you to advertise.”
“Advertise?” I asked.
“You know. Control your swagger. Try not to look over confident or over eager.”
“Me? Swagger? Over confident? Too eager?”
“Yes you. You’re a man and you can’t help yourself. It’s in your DNA. Use some of your newly acquired ability to resist. Act normal.”
“I’ll try.”
“Don’t try. Do. And in the sack, don’t try to resist. Actually resist.”
“Got it,” I promised.
The location for this party was huge. The house was located on a multi-acre property and had to be at least eight thousand square feet. We were met at the door by the same hostess as the first time, wearing a similar wrap around dress. She left it on this time and led us through the house, across the patio and to a large pool house. The windows were blacked out but light seeped through a number of gaps in the coverings.
Inside was a room, larger than the first floor of our house, with a glass wall overlooking an indoor swimming pool. The pool was surrounded by chaise lounges, many already occupied by naked partygoers and a wet bar in the back corner.
We were shown into a room with lockers. “You can leave you clothes here,” our hostess said and left the room.
Sue and I helped each other undress and put our stuff in a locker. We came out of the changing room holding hands. Our guide was nowhere to be seen. A brunette, about five foot, four inches tall with generous breasts, nice waist and rounded hips approached us. She had a little extra weight but it was distributed to all the right places.
The brunette greeted Sue by name and they hugged and kissed each other on the lips. I figured out the brunette must be Lois before Sue introduced us.
Lois greeted me similarly to how she greeted Sue. The kiss was especially sensual as was the way she rubbed her naked breasts on my chest during the hug. She stepped back and appraised me. “Stop that,” I said kiddingly.
“Sorry,” apologized Lois. She turned to Sue. “Do you mind if I borrow him for a little while?” she asked.
“Not a problem,” answered Sue. “He’s ready.”
Nobody asked me and what was that conversation in the car about not bragging.
“Thanks,” said Lois to Sue over her shoulder as she led me back out of the pool house. We walked across the patio and entered the darkened house. We stopped in the great room. Lois kissed me again. I kissed her back and palmed one of her breasts. She pushed against my hand and held my growing erection in her hand.
“Mmmmm,” Lois hummed. “I really like that,” she added.
“Is this where you were taking me?” I asked.
“No. I have a much more comfortable place in mind.”
“Here, in the house?”
“Upstairs. We’re allowed to use the bedrooms, except the master bedroom with the exception of the adjacent bathroom. Come with me,” she ordered.
We went up an extra wide, curving stairway to the second floor. The stairway continued up further. Lois led me down a wide hall with doors of both sides. She found an empty bedroom, with a king sized bed on the third try and we went in and closed the door.
We kissed again. I kneeled down and kissed her left nipple. Her nipple was high on her breast, almost pointing toward the ceiling and was surrounded by a darker, bumpy areole. Her nipple hardened between my lips so I tried the right one.
“MMMMMM,” Lois hummed more strongly. “I want to try something different,” said Lois. “Are you game?” she asked.
“Does the game have rules?” I asked.
“It’s not really a game, just something I want to try.” She went over to a dresser and brought back a long, dark cloth similar to a scarf. “I want you to wear this for the next several hours,” she said and handed me the scarf.
I looked at the scarf. How?” I asked. “It’s just a scarf.”
“It’s more than a scarf. It’s actually a blindfold,” clarified Lois.
“A blindfold. You want me to be blindfolded?”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“I want you to focus on your other senses. You know, smell, taste, sound and especially touch. I think you being deprived of sight will make the next several hours even more sensual and memorable and I want you to remember everything,” Lois explained.
“Okay. If you want me too,” I agreed still not quite understanding her purpose but this was a swinger’s party and I was willing to entertain anyone’s fetishes.”
Lois took the scarf from me, folded it lengthwise into a thick band about four inches wide. “Turn around and get down on your knees,” she told me.
She wrapped the cloth around my head, covering my eyes. When she was satisfied with the position, she tied it tightly behind my head and added an extra knot for security. “Can you see anything?” she asked.
“Not a thing,” I answered.
“Are you sure? You could ruin everything if you can see.”
“No kidding. I can’t see anything.”
Lois double checked the knot behind my head and helped me to my feet. She kissed me again, adding an open mouth and tongue. Kissing her blindfolded was different. Without visual clues, I couldn’t anticipate her movements and her kiss took on added intensity. I was forced to follow her lead and I found it to be exciting.
Lois began to stroke my erection with one hand while she directed me toward the bed with the other. I sat on the edge of the bed, Lois separated my legs and I felt her kneel between them. I anticipated what she was about to do but, without sight, it took me by surprise. She fondled my cock and testicles until I was pleasantly as ease and then, without warning, slipped her mouth over the end of my erection. I needed some of my training over the last three weeks to control my reaction.
Her technique was unique and I was enjoying her efforts when she suddenly stopped. I heard her walk around to the opposite side of the bed and felt her climb on. She put a hand on my shoulder and guided me to the center of the bed and onto my knees. She changed position in front of me and I felt her legs slide under me and separate to either side of my arms.
Lois put her hands on my head and pulled me down to her. I could smell her anticipation as she lowered my head. My nose contacted her pubic hair. I put my hands out and found her hips. Together, we guided my lips to her swollen labia. Seconds later, I tasted her for the first time. My body was awash with sensations and I let them guide my actions. I found everything exactly where I expected to and offered my best skill to all of them.
I tasted, smelled and felt her orgasm and her vocal narration, while indecipherable, confirmed my suspicion.
Lois repositioned us again. I lay on my back with my legs together. She kissed me. I was half a beat behind her and kissed her back. She straddled my chest and kissed me again. She slid down my body, kissing my nipples as she went. I felt her position herself over my erection and she held it in one hand. She hung over me for an eternity. Without sight, time was non-existent. Suddenly, she pinched one of my nipples and slid down with me fully inside her.
I was usually able to judge the comfort and receptivity of my partners as I entered them slowly. Lois’ sudden move deprived me of that analysis. I was usually focused on my partner’s eyes when I entered them. Without sight, I focused instead of how it felt between my legs. Feeling myself inside her was incredible. I could feel her throbbing canal gently squeezing my erection. I felt her heartbeat through the walls of her vagina, urging me on to greater pleasure.
Lois began to rock on top of me and I pushed up against her body. I reached up. Lois took my hands and guided them to her breasts. We continued like that for several minutes with my hands moving from her breasts to her hips and back again. My three-week’s training saved me twice.
She slowed her movements, stopped altogether and slid off me to my right. I felt her leave the bed and head to the bathroom. She came back to the bed, climbed in on the left side and resumed her position straddling my hips and me fully inside her.
Something was different. I couldn’t put my finger on it but something was definitely different. I thought we were alone in the room. The door was closed, but I thought that, somehow, another woman had joined us and was now fucking me. I hadn’t heard the door open. I reached up and confirmed my guess when I found the woman’s tits. It definitely wasn’t Lois. These tits were smaller, firmer and the nipples were longer.
Lois had drafted another partier and arranged a switch for me. I let myself flow into the new feeling and soon, we were bumping up and down together and moaning in harmony. My training kicked in once more. My new partner slowed and then stopped. She slid off me on the right side of the bed and a few moments later climbed back up on the left side.
She resumed her previous position and began to screw me in earnest. In moments, I knew they had switched again. This woman wasn’t Lois or whoever was second. She felt vaguely familiar. I reached and found her breasts. I knew these breasts. I knew them very well. They were Sue’s breasts. I had no doubt.
I think Sue realized that I had figured her out. She began to move in ways that I’d only experienced with her. Soon we were both on the edge of release. I ignored my training and came inside her. Her shuddering climax joined mine.
We rested for several minutes and Sue got off the bed. “You can take off the blindfold now,” said Lois. I rolled on the bed to face them and pulled off the scarf from the back. It was very tight and I had to pull harder than I expected to.
Lois and Sue were standing in front of me with their arms around each other waists. Sue had a glistening shine on her thighs.
“How was that?” asked Lois.
“It was incredible. Thank you but I thought there were three of you,” I said.
I felt fingernails running down my side from behind me as I said it.
I turned to see who was teasing me with her fingernails. Lucy was resting on her side, smiling brighter than I’d ever seen her smile.
“Lucy! What are you doing here?” I half yelled. “Wait. You were the second one fucking me.”
Lucy just smiled wider and ran her tongue over her lips.
“I’m your brother,” I continued. “You’re my sister. You fucked me. It wasn’t right,” I rambled on.
“You didn’t know it was me,” said Lucy calmly.
“That doesn’t make it right. It was still wrong,” I continued.
“Tell me how it felt,” asked Lucy.
“What?” I asked.
“Close your eyes and tell me how it felt inside me,” she repeated.
“It felt okay,” I offered.
“Just okay?” she asked.
“Alright, it felt wonderful.”
“As wonderful and Lois and Sue?” she continued to interrogate me.
“Yes. That good. Maybe better,” I admitted.
“So,” continued Lucy. “Now that you can see me, you want to rewrite history. You want to tell yourself that it wasn’t as good as it was and you want to deprive us of ever feeling that way again.”
“I didn’t say that,” I deflected.
“I think you did,” she said.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
“I know what I want to do. You need to answer that question for yourself,” Lucy told me.
On the side of the bed, Lois spoke up. I turned to look at her. “I think Sue and I are going to go someplace where we can be together while you guys sort this out for yourselves,” she said. She turned, kissed my wife and I watched while my wife kissed her back. Something between my legs responded to the sight of them kissing and my imagining more. They left the room together and closed the door behind them.
Lucy tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to face her. “So, big brother,” she said, “What do you say?”
Lucy lay on the bed beside me, totally nude and totally available. Her breasts were unblemished and hanging slightly toward the bed. Her nipples were erect and begging for my attention. Her pussy was completely shaven, a change from when we were younger. I could see her puffy outer labia. I even imagined they were pulsing with the possibility of me entering her again.
While waiting for my answer, Lucy reached out and ran a fingernail around my nipple. My traitorous hand, unbidden my me, reached out and began to run a finger around her nipple in return.
“Is that an answer?” questioned Lucy.
I nodded almost imperceptibly.
“Oh, goody,” she almost shouted. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” she added as she leapt on top of me and began to furiously kiss me. I had my arms around her body. I pulled her close and kissed her back just as furiously. If I was going to have sex with her I was going to go for the gold.
She slid down my body and encountered my erection creeping up my stomach. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “You really mean it.”
I entered her again as she slid down further and sat erect on me. I put my hands on her hips and closed my eyes as she began to move back and forth on me.
“No,” Lucy said. “Open your eyes. I want to watch you watching me loving the way you feel inside me. I’ve waited over twenty years for this and I want to share it with you.”
Minutes later, Lucy shared her orgasm with me. She tossed her head back, arched her back and cried like a banshee. Tears of joy were running down her face and she mauled her breasts with both hands. My training kicked in and I managed to reverse the course of my reaction.
She took some time to calm down before she slid off me. “Don’t go anywhere. I’m coming back for more,” she said as she kneeled between my legs and surrounded my erection with her mouth. She pushed down on me until she gagged. She recovered and tried again with the same result.
“I know I can do this,” she said.
“You don’t have to,” I suggested.
“I want to,” she said through her coughing. “Please just let me have my way this time.”
She went down on me again while I processed her “this time” statement. When I felt my cock at the back of her mouth, she paused and then moved further down just a millimeter or so. When she tolerated that, she tried another millimeter. Slowly, one millimeter at a time, she pushed until I felt my cock slip into her throat. I stopped breathing feeling her throat surrounding my erection. Lucy couldn’t breathe at all.
Maybe thirty seconds passed before Lucy lifted up her head, took a deep breath and plunged back down, this time without a pause. Three or four times later, she began to use her throat muscles as if she was trying to swallow me. The effect on my sensitive glans was incredible and it took all of my training to not cum in her throat.
Ten minutes later, Lucy realized I wasn’t going to cum in her mouth. She rolled on her back, pulled me over her and ordered, “Fuck me.”
Instead, I moved to settle my face between her legs. “Oh my God,” she cried and she lifted her legs alongside my head. I kissed her larger than normal clitoris and slid my tongue down, between her labia and continued over her perineum to her rectum. Her puckered sphincter resembled a five-point star and I pushed my tongue into each apex. Her legs were shaking alongside my head and she grabbed them behind her knees and pulled them higher.
I toyed with her ass with my tongue trying, without success, to enter her. Saving the process for later, I returned over her perineum to between her swollen labia. I had more success with my tongue in her vagina. I stimulated every nerve ending I could reach with my tongue wishing my tongue were longer. By the time I finished my tour, Lucy’s entire body was shaking. I slipped two fingers into her and pressed against the front wall of her vagina while I sucked her clitoris into my mouth.
Her second orgasm shook the bed and the room. I wondered if the nearby university recorded the result on the seismograph in their geophysical lab.
Exhausted and over stimulated, Lucy pushed me away from her lady parts. Her legs stretched out on the bed on either side of me. “Give me a minute and then I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.
I waited less than a minute. Lucy was on the edge and I wanted to keep her there. I positioned myself over her and moved my hips toward her. Lucy smiled and pulled me into her. We rested, with me inside her, for a moment and then Lucy began to move. Her hips twerked up and down and I matched her movements with in and out motions of my own. The strength of our movements shook the bed.
Lucy’s legs rose around my waist and she pressed her heels into my ass to encourage me further. I pushed one hand between us and pressed on her clitoris. Her body responded reflexively and again when I rubbed my fingers in a small circle on her clitoris.
Lucy was starting to breathe in short gasps when I leaned in, sucked a nipple between my lips and moved it back and forth in my mouth with my tongue. Her climax this time exceeded every orgasm in my memory. Her body shook and rocked. Her toes curled and I could see only the whites of her eyes. Her prolonged moan started as a low bass and ended, several minutes later, in a high sopranic wail. I discarded all my training and released hours of suppressed semen in nine or ten bursts inside her.
We lay on the bed beside each other, exhilarated and exhausted. I struggled to understand the emotional depth of the last hour and to contemplate my future with Lucy. Lucy reached out to hold my hand. That simple gesture solidified my thinking and guaranteed our future together.
“I have to pee,” said Lucy softly.
“Can you walk?” I asked.
“I have to pee. I’ll crawl if I have to,” she replied.
Lucy made her way to the bathroom, balancing herself with a hand on the bed and the doorframe. She peed without closing the door. She really had to pee. She returned steadier on her feet and lay on her side on the bed beside me. “I’ll never forgive you for making me wait so long,” she said.
“I think you already have,” I answered.
Lucy leaned over me and kissed me. “I have but don’t you ever make me wait so long again,” she said.
I kissed her back and reached for her breast. She held my hand in hers against her breast. “That’s fine,” she said, “but give me time to savor where we’ve been before we go there again.”
We got off the bed. I peed. I left the door open. “What the hell,” I thought. Lucy warmed a nearby washcloth, cleaned us both up and we left the room to go downstairs. We walked across the patio holding hands and found our way to the party room.
Sue and Lois were on adjoining lounges at the side of the pool. Lois seemed content and Sue was glowing. Sue saw Lucy and me first and waved us over. I sat on the edge of Lois’ chaise and Lucy sat next to Sue. The scene struck me as oddly funny. I was sitting, naked, with three naked women, I didn’t have an erection and it all seemed very normal. While I was pondering, Lucy was slowly stroking Sue’s calf.
“You two look content,” ventured Sue.
“Content and sated,” responded Lucy continuing to rub Sue.
Sue smiled at me and gave me that look, with her right eyebrow raised, that silently asked “Really?”
I nodded and blew her a kiss.
I moved my head in the direction of Lucy’s hand moving on her leg. She acknowledged my observation with a smile and a nod before she blew me an exaggerated kiss.
Lois was watching the entire silent conversation. She sat up on the chaise and began to massage the back of my neck. A minute of two later, she leaned in, nibbled my earlobe and whispered, “You like that?”
I did like it and I told her so. “I do,” I said.
“I know how to rub more than just necks,” she said. “Are you interested?”
I was interested but first I wanted to check with Sue. I looked at her and she mouthed, “Go.”
I stood up and offered a hand to Lois. We walked, hand in hand, back out of the pool area the same way I’d walked in with Lucy just moments ago. I took a quick peek behind me and noticed my wife and Lucy moving together in the opposite direction.
Lois and I crossed the patio, climbed the stairs and ended up in the same bedroom with the messy king sized bed. We stripped the top covers and climbed onto the bed together. We knelt, facing each other as we kissed and tried to swallow each other’s tongues. Lois stroked my cock, which was rapidly coming to attention while I held her pubic mound. Lois found several drops of a clear liquid accumulating on the top of my erection with the fingers of her hand. I found a similar solution between the lips of her vagina with my fingers. Lois put her fingers in her mouth and purred appreciatively. I moved my fingers to my mouth and licked them. I roared with approval.
“We never finished earlier,” Lois said.
“No we didn’t,” I agreed.
Lois lay on her back and lifted her legs. “Fuck me,” she said.
I moved between her legs and entered her for the second time that evening. She felt nothing like she had earlier. This time she was more relaxed and I slipped easily deep inside her until our pubic bones were in contact and I felt a hard resistance at the top of her vagina. “Easy cowboy,” she whispered in my ear.
I moved back a few inches and then pushed forward, hitting bottom again accompanied by a deep “Oh” from Lois. After a few more strokes, she seemed to lengthen and I was no longer hitting against her insides. The extra space unleashed a fury of rapid pounding that we both tried to intensify. It took all of my training to contain my orgasm when Lois suddenly stiffened, grabbed the sheets in a death grip and flooded us with her expelled fluids.
I paused for a few seconds to allow her to recover and resumed stroking into her. “Turn me over,” she managed to tell me.
I leaned back and fell out of her. She turned over, got on her knees, lowered her head and raised her ass. “Okay,” she said. “Now get back inside me.”
I slid easily back into her. There was almost no resistance until she squeezed her Kegel muscles against my movements. When I continued to move inside her, she squeezed more tightly. I figured she was trying to make me cum and I was determined not to cooperate.
I forced myself to move against her tightening grip until she had to relax because of the strain. Free to move, I maintained an unrelenting pace and Lois encouraged and moved with me. I spit on her rectum and began to run finger around the tight sphincter. “Are you interested in my ass?” she asked.
I didn’t answer her directly but I pushed my finger harder against her opening.
“Go for it,” she said.
I lubricated my finger with the fluids available just an inch away and pressed my finger against her rectum until it slipped inside her up to the first knuckle.
“I was hoping for something larger,” she said.
I withdrew from her pussy and rubbed the head of my cock against her ass. I dipped back in several times for additional lubricant. I positioned myself in line with her ass and pressed against her. She didn’t move away. Instead, she reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks.
When I didn’t push harder, she asked, “What’s the matter?”
I didn’t answer her.
“Wait. You’ve never done this before, have you?” she concluded.
“I haven’t,” I managed to confess.
“Well, we’re going to add it to the list of firsts for you tonight,” she said determinedly.
Lois pushed back against my erection and I pushed hesitantly against her rectum. Everything was perfectly aligned but without progress. I rested for a second. Suddenly, Lois pushed back, hard, and the head of my cock slipped past the ring of her ass.
“See. Not a problem,” she said. “Now give me the rest of it.”
I moved further inside her ass in short strokes until I was so tight against her cheeks that my balls were hanging below her pussy. Lois began to move as if I was fucking her and I quickly picked up the pace. We continued like that for many minutes. I could feel the ring of her sphincter moving up and down the length of my erection. The feeling was completely different than fucking her pussy. The space beyond her ring was hot and empty while her vagina was warm and hugging.
I could feel her orgasm building. Mine wasn’t far behind. She went over the edge before I did, recovered and began to repeat. Just before she surrendered to an even bigger orgasm, she begged me, “Don’t hold back. I need this. I want this.”
At the peak of her thrashing orgasm, I exploded inside her. My erection was awash in the heat of my male seed.
“Oh my God,” stammered Lois. “I feel your heat all the way to my tits.”
We collapsed on our sides on the bed. I was spooned behind and still inside her. The tightness of her ass didn’t seem to want to let me go. Eventually, there was too little of me for her to grip and I audibly popped out of her. We lay like that for probably ten or fifteen minutes, with my arm around her body and her holding my hands tightly against her breasts.
Before we moved, Lois said, “Thank you. It’s been years and it’s better than I remembered it.”
I kissed the back of her neck. “You’re welcome. It was pretty awesome, wasn’t it?”
“Even better. Promise me we’ll do it again, soon.”
“That’s a promise I’d love to keep,” I said.
Eventually, we dragged ourselves away from our embrace. Lois went into the bathroom and I followed. Lois peed while I admired the shower. When she was finished, she moved beside me. “Shower?” I asked.
She responded by opening the glass door and stepping into the shower. She reached out and pulled me in beside her. She turned on the water and jumped back instantly as the initially ice-cold water sprayed on her. We laughed, separated by the wall of cold water. Maybe thirty seconds later, the spray was warm enough for us to get under it.
We hugged, kissed and rubbed our naked bodies against each other. We washed each other thoroughly and I cleaned the white foam that was leaking out of her ass. My cock loved the attention and soon saluted. Lois kissed me lustfully. “That’s to remember me by,” she said. She bent over. “Now I want something from you to remember you by.”
I slipped inside her again from the rear. Three or four minutes later, we declared a draw and agreed to a future rematch to the finish.
We walked together back to the pool. Sue and Lucy were sitting at the bar on high stools with colorful drinks in their hands. Lois and I joined them. I pulled up additional stools. Lois sat next to Lucy and I sat next to Sue.
Sue asked me, “Why am I always waiting for you? What takes you so long?”
“Training and practice,” I responded.
Sue tried to elbow me in the ribs. She missed and caught my arm instead. “Ow,” I said.
“Enough with the histrionics,” she said. “I hardly touched you.”
“I know. We need to fix that,” I said.
“What? You’re still horny?” Sue asked.
“Training and practice,” I said.
Instead of elbowing me, Sue laughed.
We left the party soon after. On the way home, Sue was unconstrained. “Did you have fun tonight?” she asked.
“I did but setting me up with Lucy was a dirty trick,” I commented.
“Not dirty. Just pure love and lots of fun.”
“Why?”
“Lucy’s been complaining to me for years that she’s wanted to fuck you and, now that you were married to me, her chance had been lost.”
“She was that forward?”
“Even more. When she met you at the first party she saw a way to resurrect her wish. That’s when she approached me for help. She conscripted Lois, and together we created a plan to let her have what she wanted.
“Why?”
“She’s my sister-in-law and I love her. You’re my husband and I love you. I didn’t see a problem.”
“She could have just asked,” I said.
“She’d tried that multiple times and you didn’t respond.”
“You could have asked for her.”
“We didn’t think you’d believe me and we didn’t believe we could break down your resistance. The only thing we thought might work was if you fucked her ‘accidentally’ somehow, you’d come around to her way of thinking.”
“Okay. I get that I was a dunce about Lucy. I’ll apologize the next time I see her.”
“I don’t think you need to apologize. You just need to be there for her.”
“How was your evening?” I asked to change the subject.
“Wonderful,” Sue exclaimed.
“Did you get laid?” I asked confident that she would be honest with me.
“With a man, you mean?” she asked.
“That’s what getting laid usually means,” I clarified.
“Then, other than you, no. Three women were quite enough,” she said.
“It takes three women to equal one man in bed?” I asked.
“Not even close. After one woman, I don’t need a man, except you of course,” she said.
“Thank you,” I said, “but I wasn’t worried. Three women? I can figure out Lucy and Lois but who was the third?” I asked.
“I don’t know her name. She was an older woman, with huge breasts, a neatly trimmed pussy and sweet breath. I was standing near the pool, next to a window. She came up behind me, stroked my neck and then fondled my tits. I didn’t stop her. Her technique was intriguing. It felt nice. When she put her hand between my legs from behind and put two fingers inside me I was hooked. I followed her to a cabana next to the outside pool and the rest is history.”
“Wow,” I said. “None of the women approached me that way.”
“Did you give them a chance?” Sue asked.
“Not really. I was pretty busy most of the evening,” I admitted.
“Maybe next time,” Sue promised.
At home, we stripped, showered and went to bed. We made slow, passionate love far more satisfying than anything else the entire evening and fell asleep in each other’s arms confident in our love for each other.
It’s been like that for several months. Lucy comes to visit on holidays and occasionally at other times. The first time Lucy visited, Sue went to the movies. The second time, she isolated herself in the den with a novel she’d been wanting to read. The third time, the three of us slept together in the same bed.
We attend an occasional party. We skip most of them. When we go, Lois is always there. One Saturday, when we were skipping a party, Lois rang the doorbell. That evening, I got to watch two beautiful women love each other. I got so excited that I came all over myself and the women felt compelled to clean me up. We woke Sunday morning still naked and in the same bed.
I’ve concluded that Sue is somehow controlling the schedule and she invites Lucy or Lois over based on some esoteric sense that she has. She is also the only contact with whomever runs the parties and we go only when she arranges it.
It works for both of us. Our lovemaking is always intense and satisfying. I love her more every day and I’m convinced she feels the same about me. Our fucking is also supernatural, satisfying our basic instincts. Sue seems to know when either needs a boost and she always has the appropriate solution.
I’m not sure how long we can keep up the pace. I’m hoping that, with constant practice, it’ll be a long time.
The kids look as us as if we’re some sort of aliens. It’s obvious to them that we’re still having sex and I think they believe it is inappropriate for people our age and an embarrassment. Sue and I laugh at their discomfort and reinforce their confusion in socially acceptable ways whenever we can.
For Sue and me, life is a gift and we intend to enjoy it every day and include others when we can, especially Lois and Lucy.
And, yes, Sue has met the occasional man at a party.