Kit’s Adventures

By Robert Wolf

©Copyright 2025, Robert Wolf. All Rights Reserved.

Chapter 1 - Problem Scope

I listened to friends talk about their husbands as I sipped my coffee.

Eight hot women sat around the outdoor tables at Libby’s - a luncheon place. Everybody had made the Saturday gathering for a change, including our newest ‘member’, Crystal.

We were mostly neighbors in the same development, married, and within four years of age thirty. I had just turned twenty-eight and was the youngest, and I really looked to the other women as role models. I thought we were all pretty and even ‘hot’ when we wore the right outfits.

To verify the ‘hot’ label, we were at two sidewalk tables we’d pushed together. Much of the foot traffic by our table were young lawyers from the large law firm in the adjacent building. They were slow in going by and checked out each one of us. While feeling like raw meat, I liked being leered at.

The topic for lunch that day seemed to be a gripe of some kind about husbands. This had come up before, and I realized that an important mission of this group was going to be to solve these ‘husband’ problems.

Molly complained about how Jake, her spouse, took her for granted, and had become generally inattentive. Julie nodded in total agreement with Molly’s beef regarding Steve, her mate.

Allison complained about her husband’s severe work ethic. He was a workaholic. When she complained, he brought work home, and then worked on it at home in a ‘not to be disturbed’ part of the house.

Sheri claimed she was a ‘golf widow’. Deb was in the same boat with Mitch, her husband, since the two husbands played golf together. Sheri also commented that Myron, her partner, was fucking his secretary, who she claimed had a single-digit IQ. How she knew that important fact, I didn’t know. In any case, it left him with not enough gas in the tank to please her.

Lois was mostly quiet, but commented in a low-key way that Gordon, her husband, really just wanted a slave that he could order around and occasionally fuck. She also commented that he was angry about a lot of things in life including her.

Crystal was single and new to the group as of that May morning. She had a long-term, live-in boyfriend named Dave, and no complaints were voiced. What made her unique was that she lived in her boyfriend’s father’s house.

I also had no complaints, so I just shrugged when I was expected to jump on the gripe pile. Dax and I were at the other end of the spectrum from the complaints and he wasn’t a golfer. We’d been married for a year and we were still super attentive to each other. We just sensed each other’s moods and even what the other was going to say.

Moreover, we had come to think that the word ‘fuck’ had been invented especially for us. We fucked, or at least did something highly sexual, what seemed like a dozen times a day, and that was with both of us working at different jobs.

Dax and I met in our last year of college six years earlier. His name was Dackson Morrison. He told me that Dackson had become Dacks, and that morphed to Dacs, and then to Dax as he progressed through school. I always liked any of his names. I loved him. He fit the description tall, dark, and handsome to a tee. He was my six-foot-two hunk of ‘hot’ athletic male.

Dax studied in a crazy five-year program to become an engineer with both a BS degree in computer science, and a BA degree majoring in psychology and business. He had a keen brain and an almost straight-‘A’ GPA.

Dax had joined ROTC on campus since doing that helped with tuition, so right after graduation, he had to put in a two-year stint in the Army as a second lieutenant. Most of his military time was stateside, but he was in Germany for six months on assignment flying and maintaining surveillance drones flown out of the middle east somewhere. He was good with technology.

I waited for Dax to finish his Army ‘tour’ after graduation. We were into each other in a big way. I told my mother that we were having sex, she rolled her eyes, and told us that each couple thinks that they discovered ‘real sex’ and that no one else has.

I took my BA in English and got a job as an editor for New York book publisher, even though I was living in Sarasota, Florida. I could work remotely from home. I was a little over five years into the job and I was rated as a senior editor and valuable employee. I had started to get ‘name brand’ author’s submissions to edit with them. More than meeting celebs, the one thing I loved about the job was that I had a lot of flexibility in my schedule. Usually, if I wanted beach time, I could just pack up and go.

After his stint on active duty, Dax got a job with a local company that did point-of-sale systems used by hundreds of stores in the Gulf Coast area - really, all over Florida. He was often on the road going from location to location during the day in one of the company minivans that was loaded with equipment that he knew how to use.

With the money we’d each saved, plus a small inheritance from Dax’s grandmother, we got married and bought a small house in the Harbor Acres development. Since we moved in, I’d met more and more of our neighbors, and that led to my being part of the Wednesday Girls’ Lunch Group.

Allison and Bill Kirby lived next door, and Molly and Jake two doors down. Allison was an assistant in a local insurance agency. Molly and Deborah were housewives looking for work; Sheri, a real estate agent; and Lois, an aspiring author and house wife.

Crystal, we learned at lunch that day, had a burgeoning business doing local photography - portraits, weddings, school photos, pet photos, and such. Julie worked in a chic boutique with clothing prices just out of reach for most of us.

Our girls’ group tried to have lunch every Wednesday, but not all of us always made every luncheon. We moved around from restaurant to restaurant, too.

Having only been married for a few months and still madly in love with my new husband, I found myself aghast at some of the comments my friends made about their mates and also how openly they talked about their relationships, and even the sex they shared.

Dax and I had lived together in a small apartment until we wed, so we thought of ourselves as having been married longer than only a year. That said, I should have had some complaints, but I didn’t.

The lunch discussion that day wandered around. Molly entertained us by telling how Jake, her husband, had confessed that he would like to see her with another man. I mean actually fucking another man. I had heard of a cuckold. As an English Lit major, I recalled the term from the Canterbury Tales that had been written in the fourteenth century. The girls laughed when I told them of my literary recollection.

Allison spoke of how she and her husband were constantly having sex, and both still wanted more. She labeled herself a nymphomaniac. I admitted to similar feelings and an abundance of romance in my marriage. Several of the others admitted to feeling they were in the same state, but felt more unfulfilled. I think we all felt we could enjoy more sex.

Dax was the beneficiary of my nymphomania when he got home from work each day. I’d jump his bones, or he’d jump mine. We usually fucked before dinner, and certainly afterwards. We’d missed each other since our wake-up session.

When the lunch conversation lagged, I asked Sheri, “Are you going to divorce him because Myron’s cheating on you?”

Sheri looked shocked at the thought. “Divorce him? Fuck, no. Kit, I love him and he loves me. If he loves his secretary that’s okay, too. We all have the capacity to love many more than one person, society just doesn’t think that we should. No, divorce is not on the table. Last night, I suggested that he bring her home so I could make love to her, too. Now, that surprised the shit out of him. He’s thinking about my proposition.”

I just nodded, supposedly in understanding. Somehow, that situation and her statement really rattled my ‘traditional cage’. I’d been raised by conservative parents and I was sure that they only had sex once and that was when I was conceived.

The idea of a threesome really tweaked my arousal. I realized that I’d been taught that the one-way I lived growing up was the only way: monogamy, exclusivity, possessiveness, fidelity, jealousy, and so on. But Sheri’s answer exploded my head.

I realized there existed a universe with the polar opposites of all those characteristics: polyamory, sharing, compersion, and willingness to expand and involve others, even in loving them. My brain fried at the divergence: cognitive dissonance reduction set in, but I was on guard.

That night after our welcome home fuck and dinner, I asked Dax, “Do you think you could love two or three people at the same time?”

He pondered that, and probably wondered why I was asking. I explained about the luncheon comment. He seemed to breathe easier and actually smiled at the thought.

Dax said, “Kit, yes, I do. I love you and worship you, but intuitively I know that if your clone came along - or even two of them, that I’d love them, too. You don’t have any clones that I know of, so I should allow for the fact that there just might be other women out there who are as attractive, have such a sparkling personality, and reek with the same amount of sex appeal as you. And, yes, I’d want them to be in our family. I could only love them if you did, too.”

I chuckled and said, “Spoken like a true engineer and thank you for the indirect compliments. Come and fuck my lights out again, husband.” We left the dirty dishes on the table.

I told the clone story at our next luncheon, and got a chuckle from my friends. The others liked the analogy and told me to praise my husband for his logical thinking.

Sheri told me that if I was ever tired of him fucking me or if we wanted variety, that she was available to take up the slack. That made all the girls laugh, but they all nodded in agreement with the thought. I realized in that instant, that the seven other women all wanted to fuck my husband.

I also got the feeling that I might be the only one of the women truly getting a lot of sex - and I wanted more. I guess that was to be expected being newlyweds. Those comments did get me thinking about whether I’d share Dax with any of them. I decided that it wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen, but I didn’t want to volunteer him for their servicing.

A week after that, Molly arrived at our luncheon spitting fire. She’d put her husband, Jake, to a test. Despite being in his waking presence for hours the two mornings and nights before and again that morning, he hadn’t said one word to her. She ranted, “Not one fucking word! I got one grunt from him. I even offered him wild sex and he just shook his head. I’m ready to get a separation I’m so frustrated.”

Allison urged her, “Do something radical.”

There were a few comments: counseling was frequently mentioned. None of us had any radical ideas about what that might be that day except Allison. She suggested Molly pick up a guy in a bar, take him home, and fuck him into the mattress while Jake was home or even watched. For some reason, that sounded arousing to me, particularly since Allison got pretty graphic about what the scene might look like.

I missed the next luncheon because of telephone commitments and meetings due to work. The week after, I found out that Molly had indeed take radical action, but it did not involve a stranger she picked up in a bar.

I recounted the whole story from lunch to Dax that evening as we lay in bed after having our before dinner sex. “Molly did indeed fuck another man, I guess in part to get even with her husband for ignoring her. Moreover, she did it in a video that she plans to give to her husband as some kind of present along with a companion album of pornographic pictures celebrating the extra-marital sexual event that she orchestrated.

“I asked her how she happened to do a video. Molly told me, ‘I talked to Crystal, the new woman in our group. She runs a photography studio - Crystal Blue Photography, but used to be a flight attendant for Atlantic Airlines, so she’s been around a lot. Besides all the tame photographic stuff, she also does glamor and erotica photos and videos, too, and not just weddings or portraits.” Molly got the idea to have her do an erotic video of her and a guy hooking-up.

“Crystal told Molly that she could use the studio at her shop to do the filming and picture taking. She asked what Molly’s requirements for a co-star were, and what she saw as the outline of the finished video. I guess they had a long talk.

“Molly explained further. ‘I wanted Crystal to bring somebody to be in the video with me that would keep things impersonal. Instead, I fell in love with the guy - Dave. He’s Crystal’s boyfriend, a hunk, and is so nice and low key. According to her, he’s also got to be the best lover in the world.’”

I told Dax, “Dave and Molly fucked for over three hours making the video, and he must have given her two dozen orgasms, maybe more - big, hot, teeth-chattering, bone-knocking orgasms, according to her. She was in seventh heaven just recalling the video session. She can’t wait to do it again with the man. I guess she’s planning on going back.”

Dax said, “That’s sure going to be one way to get Myron to pay attention to her. I sure hope it’s the right kind of attention. That could go south on her, if you know what I mean.”

I added, “There’s more to the story. Crystal, who was the videographer, got so horny doing the filming that she stripped off her clothing and made love with Molly for a while as Dave rested. Molly is in love with her and her ability to elicit orgasms from her, too. Her whole life has changed.

“Molly expected that Crystal would be all irritated that Dave and she got it on so fabulously, but Crystal was happy for the two of them. She said that she liked watching him make love to other women, and told Molly that there wasn’t enough love in the world.

“I was speechless. The other women elicited many more details from Molly and I soaked up every one of them. Apparently, the couple did a little skit, like they were coming home from a date. Dave put the make on Molly, and then stripped her clothes away.

“There was a lot of oral sex by each of them on the other, and then they started having intercourse, only the positions that they chose were targeted to be very photogenic, in that they displayed everything going on to the camera.

“The more Molly talked about what she’d done, the hornier I got, until I was sure I was going to leave a wet spot on my skirt given how I was gushing my sex juices. I went into the ladies’ room in the restaurant, and soaked up some of my juices, flushing them away, and then made an absorbent pad from toilet tissue and left that in my underwear. I was really turned on.

“I got back to the table just in time to hear Allison state that she was going to do a video, too. Sheri was right there with her in wanting to do one.

Dax grinned and started to pump his cock back into my pussy. The whole idea had gotten him hard again, and he hadn’t even withdrawn from inside me after our first fuck of the session. This was a rare event. For that matter, I’d gotten all horny again, and welcomed the special fuck. We had a very late dinner.

Over dinner, I asked, “Would you want me to do a video for you like Molly did for Jake? Like what Allison and Sheri might do?”

Chapter 2 - Molly’s First Video

Dax told me, “I definitely wouldn’t mind you making a sexy video with someone, but I might have a better idea based on what you’ve told me. What if you and I did a video with this Dave and Crystal? We’d be a foursome, and we could all switch back and forth.”

I went into shock. My husband had just proposed that I fuck Dave while he fucks Crystal, and that we swap back and forth. I would never have thought of that given my upbringing. I had to broaden out the sexual side of my life beyond just fucking my husband. Moreover, there was the possible issue that Dax would be fucking one of my friends.

Dax continued to look interested and was waiting for what I’d say.

I sat back in my chair. I liked Crystal, but didn’t know Dave. The more I thought about it, the more I liked his idea. I asked, “Do you think doing that would hurt our marriage?”

Dax shook his head. “I know we just got married but we’ve dated longer than many people before marriage. I’m feeling really solid in what we have and in its prospects for the long-term. I think the sex with another couple could would be really hot, and I don’t see it hurting what we’re building.

“You’d asked a week or two ago whether I could love more than one person. Maybe, but making a video isn’t starting in on a love affair, I don’t think. Am I missing something?”

I said, “Well, we should be concerned about our marriage and relationship, as well as their relationship. They’ve done this already with Molly, so I think that ship has sailed.

“One of us might get enthralled with a new partner for various reasons. We’d need to talk a lot about that after making the video. You might want a return engagement with Crystal … and I might want to do Dave again. Molly said he was really good and attentive, and generously endowed but not porn star big.

“Would your ego withstand seeing me make love with another man who was purportedly the world’s best lover? You’d see another cock pleasuring me amongst other things we’d do together.”

Dax shrugged, “I can’t guarantee it, but if he’s that good then I want him as my mentor so I can grow up and be just like him. I’d want to learn how to bring you at least as much pleasure as he did.

“I think I can control my ego, but you can bet that I’d watch the two of you. I think seeing another man getting blown by you, eating your pussy, and kissing and fucking you would be the peak of arousal.

“I’m turned on just thinking about it. Of course, I’d be fucking Crystal based on what you said. How would you feel about seeing my cock plunging into another pussy? Maybe she’s got special skills, too; perhaps a snapping pussy.”

We were both silent and concentrated on our next orgasms. Fuck, this was so arousing to think about. I thought all the sex in our marriage was way beyond fun, but thinking about expanding to include another couple became mind-blowing the more I thought about it. I knew that I’d have to set aside the person that I’d initially grown up to be. I needed to be much more daring and up for doing things for shock value to Dax and to myself. I needed to be adventurous.

I told Dax, “I’d love to watch you fucking somebody else, so long as I remain convinced that you and I will remain in our strong marriage.” There was more certainty than not in my tone.

Dax said, “Then why don’t you make an appointment with Crystal to make a video.” He had that boyish and devilish grin, too. “I’d like to meet her ahead of time, too. Coffee perhaps?”

The next day, Crystal laughed when I eventually called her. “Suddenly, I’m getting a lot of business from Molly’s wonderful sex video and the luncheon group. Further, I’d love to meet your husband for coffee. How about mid-afternoon today.”

A little deeper into the conversation with Crystal and I set a date for Dax and me to connect with Crystal and Dave to make a video. She wasn’t at all shocked or unsettled by the idea to video a foursome with us. She even said, “Dave and I are always up for a sexual adventure with somebody new.” That made me realize that we might not be her first foursome.

Dax reported in at home that night that he and Crystal had coffee and talked for almost an hour. He said, “I like her, and can see that we’ll have a lot of fun. We were pretty blunt with each other about what we’d be doing, so I am horny as all fuck right now. She wanted details so that she’d know how to set up cameras, lights, and things. I think we got so we were just trying to turn on each other.” He chuckled.

We didn’t have dinner until after eight o’clock.

Our next luncheon was at a salad place. It was also the day after Allison had done her video with Crystal’s boyfriend, Dave. She could barely contain herself about how well-fucked she’d been and how she loved every second of the three hours she was filming with Dave.

Allison said, “I started cumming about five minutes into our foreplay and didn’t stop until well after Dave ate his cum out of me and we snowballed it. That man is something else - and I mean in the best way possible. I must have had fifty orgasms over the three hours of videoing.”

Molly laughed, “He is like that. That’s one of the many reasons that I love him.” She was so glad that our friend had gotten to also fuck Dave. I was looking forward to the event.

Molly revealed her video and porn album to Jake on July fourth. She’d built up the date as the ‘Opposite of Christmas’, and that suitable presents were needed even though it was July. Jake hadn’t gotten her a present, but he sure got hers.

Just after lunch that day, Molly got on his case again about being inattentive. Even though it was a holiday, Jake had been working in his home office all morning, totally ignoring her. Molly was even walking around the house in a Wicked Weasel bathing suit, trying to seduce her husband. I got him into the kitchen for lunch, at least.

Molly told the group, “I put the DVD playing on the TV set in the kitchen with no volume, and it started to play behind me as we talked in the kitchen. I was suggesting that he and I both get new hobbies, something that would relax us.

“Jake glanced at the screen several times, and then did a double-take when he realized that I was in the film. By that time in the video, Dave had me topless and was sucking on my generous boobs as I had my head back in ecstasy.”

Molly was definitely booby, and she was cute. She had a pouty face, and was a bottle blonde, with lovely long hair down to her shoulder blades. She always had curly hair, despite trying to straighten it. She was seductive. How Jake could ignore her was beyond me.

Molly continued, “He walked over to the television and stared at the screen. He watched Dave strip me, strip himself, and then my giving him a genuine Class A Blowjob. He looked back at me to see the look on my face. I think I was smiling a lot. I thought the whole situation kind of funny. I still wondered what he’d do, at the point.

“In the film, Dave ate me out for ten minutes, and the video got right in close so you could see his tongue and my pussy lips as he played with them. Dave came over me and in the video was a slow and dramatic penetration. Jake moaned, but never let his eyes leave the screen.

“Dave and I did a lot of position changes. The camera captured them all. Jake watched us transition through all of them, especially the reverse cowgirl where he could clearly see Dave’s cock sliding back and forth in my pussy. He then observed Dave dumping a full load in my hot little cooter, and seeing it oozing out of me. Dave cleaned me up with his mouth, and again the camera was right in there - when we snowballed, too. The movie then faded to black.

I hadn’t said a word the whole film, and other than groan neither had Jake. “As the movie ended, Jake turned and took my arm. He led me to our bedroom. As we walked, he said, ‘I get it. I’m a changed man.’ He fucked and made love to me for the rest of the afternoon. He also renewed his interest in me and anything that I was interested in.

“At dinner, I gave him the album and the thumb drive with both the long and short videos on it. He put the whole thing on his cellphone later. That night he took me to the fireworks and either held my hand or had his arms around me the whole time. We’ll have to see whether my ‘shock therapy’ lasts, but the result so far are nearly perfect.”

The seven of us at the lunch looked at Molly in awe, even Crystal. She hadn’t heard the presentation story.

At that same lunch when Molly told us about revealing her private porn video to her husband, Crystal also gave Allison her videos (long and short), and the porn photo album.

Allison promised, “This weekend, Bill is going to get a special gift.”

The following Wednesday, Allison reported that her husband had a more than enthusiastic response to the video and album. They’d been fucking all weekend as the video continuously played.

Bill had put the long and short video on his cellphone along with some of the pictures from the album. Monday and Tuesday at work, he showed them to people at work - anybody that would listen to him talk about how ‘hot’ his wife was. Fortunately, no one got their nose out of joint about the blatant porn.

Crystal seemed pleased with the responses that Molly and Allison had gotten. She mentioned Dax and my upcoming video session with them in a week or so.

Allison again affirmed about how much sex she and Bill had been having since Saturday. Her boasting made most of the other women groan over the shortcomings in their marriages, particularly the sex. Sheri belabored the point, again mentioning that Myron was probably ‘planking his secretary’ as she spoke. She proclaimed, “I need more sex!”

Crystal chuckled and said, “If you’re serious, why don’t you come to my house on Saturday evening for a barbecue and … well, stripping away other names for it, a sex party.” She turned to the rest of us and widely gestured, “All of you should come. We’re friendly - cocktails, barbecue, eat outside picnic style at our tables, and then, after clean-up, we fuck whoever strikes our fancy. It’s a whole lot of fun.

“REALLY?” Allison and Sheri blurted out in a joyful tone.

Lois said, “You’re kidding, right?”

Crystal nodded. “No, I’m for real. Really. It’s pretty hot, actually. We’ve been doing them for years, but more frequently recently. We keep it chill, so there’s no friction or jealousy or anything like that.”

Molly urged, “What goes on? Tell me - tell us.”

Sheri rolled her eyes, “And there’s sex? Real sex between humans?”

“There’s sex usually, frequently, and often,” Crystal replied with a laugh. “Yes, after we’ve had dinner, our barbecue becomes more of a sex party. If that doesn’t sound like your cup of tea, I recommend you pass on the invitation. All of you are invited. I’ve been waiting a while to make the invitation because I didn’t want anybody to be embarrassed.”

Lois said, “What about our husbands?” She sounded worried.

Crystal chuckled, “You’ll need to sell them on the idea, if that’s what you want.”

Molly said, “I want, I want, I want.” Other heads were nodding.

Crystal warned, “Not every man wants to see his wife getting fucked by some other man, so you better take it easy on how you put the idea across. Mostly, I think the sales pitch involves being honest in stating your own feelings and relating his feelings to what would happen. I assure you that the other women that will be there are highly desirable.”

Allison was nodding, “Oh, yes. Bill and I want to come.”

Molly said, “Jake and I will definitely attend.”

Julie and Lois both said, “I want to come but have a job selling the idea at home.”

I speculated to Crystal, “Could Dax and I get some time with you and Dave so we could be a little prepared for our video session?”

“Oh, good idea,” Crystal joyfully said. Everyone knew we were scheduled to do our video in a week or so.

The others shifted to complaining that they already had other obligations on their family calendars and wouldn’t be able to go to the great-sounding party. I was amazed at how willing we all were to go to a sex party.

We got Crystal to explain in detail about the party. I needed to have the details so I could talk to Dax about what we’d be doing. As soon as I heard about the party, I knew that was the thing for us. I was again leaking vaginal juices and worried about staining my clothing. My old conservative values seemed to have disappeared.

Based on Crystal’s description, I could visualize exactly what the party would be like on her back patio. There’d be about eight to twelve couples there, and everyone would be horny and want to have sex with people other than their regular partners. We’d be newbies there, so would be in high demand by the men. I liked the idea of being in ‘high demand’.

I took a couple of pictures of the lunch group. I had to show Dax what Molly and Allison especially looked like, since he’d have a shot at bedding them at the party on Saturday.

Fuck, I realized that - ‘I’ - would have a shot at having sex with them too. Crystal said that the women often did things together while the men recharged their batteries. “It’ll help if you have some bisexual tendencies.”

I didn’t have any sapphic sex experience. I didn’t have any exploratory experiments with my best friend in high school or my roommates in college like I’d read so many others did. I’d been a straight, non-curious, limited heterosexual, and hadn’t had sex until I met Dax.

Just thinking about it, I realized that I could be easily turned on by Molly or Crystal or Allison, if we had the opportunity to do something together. I knew what I tasted like from some of the sex play with Dax, such as sucking on his cock after he’d been inside me. I thought I tasted good. I bet each of them would also taste great, and I wanted to sample that.

I could barely work that afternoon. Fortunately, I was editing a manuscript and didn’t need to account for my time. I went online and searched on ‘Foursome Porn’. I got about ninety-billion hits, but looked at some of the videos in the top fifty that showed up. That really got my juices flowing.

I used the home computer to search on ‘Sex Party’ and ‘Orgy’. I was interested in parties with about sixteen people. I found several and watched those. I was masturbating to one when Dax got home. He smiled at me, and soon I was not only watching a real orgy on my large screen display, I also had my husband’s cock inside me. He was pretty horny, too.

As we watched one of the videos that I’d found, I told Dax all about what would be happening on Saturday evening. I didn’t give him a choice. We were going. He didn’t raise a single objection.

If I thought he was hard and swollen with sexual interest before, he was transformed by my news about what Crystal had told us. I swear he was longer and fatter inside me, and when he came, I thought he’d blow me out the front door onto our front lawn he was so charged up. He came in buckets.

I teased him, “Oh, you like the idea of the sex party.”

He nodded.

I said, “Pass me my phone.”

He did, and I called up the picture I took at lunch. I told him, “This is Crystal, Molly, Sheri, and Allison earlier today. You can fuck them, if you want, or you can find other women that’ll also be at the party to enjoy.”

I felt Dax get hard again inside me. He said, “Those are four stone cold foxes. I think they’ll be just fine … assuming I’m not fucking you.”

“Nice recovery, Romeo. I plan to have some other cock at the party just to see what else is out there. Just so you know, I have no intention of replacing you, but this party is for experimenting with others.”

Dax teased, “You just want to get laid and have lots of orgasms on other cocks.”

“Right,” I willing admitted and then laughed.

Chapter 3 - Sex Party - Part 1

Dax announced we were going to an informal restaurant for dinner. I hadn’t prepared anything since I was preoccupied with my research and visualizations about the Saturday party.

I rinsed off in the shower and tried to flush some of the cum out of my pussy. Dax helped.

I barely dressed for dinner. I tossed on a singlet since it was a warm evening, and my jean cutoffs. I went commando. If anybody looked closely at some of the tears and holes in my cutoffs or top, they’d be able to see some of my pussy hair or my tits.

I teased Dax as I sat opposite him by talking about how he’d fuck Molly, and I’d occasionally flash a little boob and nipple at him. I really got to him, when I told him that I might even have some girl-on-girl sex with one of my lunch friends. I described some of that. I felt I was about two seconds from getting fucked on the table in the restaurant when we finally left for home.

A part of my afternoon of pornographic research was lesbian porn. I had at least a passing knowledge of what to do with another woman. What did two women do together? I learned about cunnilingus, tribbing, dildos, sex toys, fingers, fisting, and more. I wanted to be prepared for a highly sexual evening with both sexes.

We didn’t make the bedroom when we got home from dinner. Dax fucked me first in the kitchen as we came in from the garage, and then in the living room. He didn’t bother to pull the blinds either.

How Dax and I made it from Wednesday night to Saturday night remains a mystery to me. We were so wound up sexually, the coming party was about all we could think of. I’m sure the idea of staying home and fucking all day on those intervening days occurred to both of us.

I extended my research about sex parties and orgies, to include more about group sex. I wanted to be plundered by a group of men at once - a gangbang, or MMF, or some situation with multiple men. I was ready.

Saturday about six p.m., we were welcomed at Dave and Crystal’s house, that I knew actually belonged to Dave’s father, Ross. Dave, Crystal, and her sister Trish, had moved into Ross’ house so they could have a continuous foursome. They were as sexed up as Dax and me. Trish, a gorgeous brunette with long hair braided down to her butt, said, “We fuck all the time. We really love each other so much.”

Walking in the door, even in my bikini and a cover-up that had been suggested as the mode of dress, I was overdressed. All the other women were only wearing bikini bottoms. I quickly shed more clothes until I was almost nude. It felt good to have my breasts in the open air, but also somewhat unsettling since I didn’t know all the people there.

I met the illustrious Dave, and was instantly attracted to him, perhaps more by his reputation than any part of our greeting. Yes, I could see this man plundering my body later that evening. I even prayed for it.

I also found Molly’s husband, Jake; and Allison’s husband, Bill, and gave them pretty significant kisses since I hadn’t seen each them in a while. They were kind of hot, too. This was going to be a great night.

I’d brought a large three-bean salad as my contribution to the potluck dinner. By the time everyone had arrived and we were ready to eat, there was enough food for a small army. No one went hungry.

Crystal gave Dax and me a quick tour of the house. As we walked around, she told me a little about Ross. He was what I’d called a ‘Day Trader’. He worked from home doing his own thing on the financial markets.

His office was a computer scientists wet dream. There must have been a dozen different displays and four separate computers driving them. Ross apparently sat in the driver’s seat and made decisions about what he wanted to buy, sell, or trade. Crystal volunteered that he was VERY good at what he did. The size of the house, the land, the décor, and the furnishing attested to some wealth.

Crystal told to stay overnight if we wanted. They had lots of bedrooms and sleeping space. She had said it was nice to spend overnight with somebody other than your usual partner, especially if you fucked in the middle of the night and-or first thing in the morning. I was all for this. She was so open about the sex part of her life.

Despite trying to act cool and sophisticated, my insides were in turmoil and I’d been getting that way all day as we got nearer and nearer to our attendance. I was at a sex party, and would get fucked that evening by men that weren’t my husband. He’d be off fucking other women, too. Could I do this? Could I pull this off, and look like some of the other men and women that attended parties like this frequently?

I recalled something my sister used to tell me: ‘Fake it ‘til you make it’. Act ‘is if’ this was what you wanted, what you did all the time, and what you were more than prepared to cope with.

I got a glass of wine and stared at the pool. I imagined taking a bundle of all the conservative values that I’d been raised by, tying them into a big knot, and then sinking them in the pool. They were no longer going to serve me in some new, alternative lifestyle that I was transitioning to.

That was an awakening. Yes, I was in transition. Thinking about that eased my angst about the party. I didn’t need to be conservative. I could be bold, promiscuous, and highly sexual with people other than my husband. Further, I’d have fun and orgasms and enjoy the whole scene.

Crystal introduced Dax and me to another couple, Darlene and Greg. They were hot but seemed so ‘normal’. She was a nurse and he was a lawyer. They weren’t married but may as well have been; they’d lived together for ten years and had two children together. Dax and I really bonded with them, especially over dinner when we sat together to eat some of the barbecue fixings.

There was chemistry for each of us with each of them. We were friendly to each other, open and even vulnerable. They were fascinated that I’d just finished editing a book by the well-known author Robert Wolf. Of course, I’d never met the man except on the telephone, but that got brushed away.

Greg was smart about estate planning, and made Dax and me realize many things that we should do to protect each other and our few assets. Darlene was entertaining about being an OB/GYN nurse at the local hospital assisting in deliveries. By her count, she’d helped with just under 1,000 babies so far in her career.

Greg and Darlene had been married to other people, both at a young age that presaged the failure of their marriages. They hadn’t known each other, but when they did meet and fell in love, neither was in a rush to get married - if they took that step at all.

I asked, “How did you get involved with swinging? You know this is our first adventure in this area, so I’m still collecting data and anecdotes.”

Darlene spoke, “That was my doing. We’d been steady for three years when I met another man that interested me. Instead of hiding it, I told Greg. He urged me to pursue the matter but to take it slow. I did just that, and eventually Cole and I started having sex. I was in love with two men.

“Cole was already a swinger, and loved variety and the ability to shift into casual but sexual relationships. He told me about all that one day, and I shared it with Greg. He got interested, so I asked Cole for more information.

“‘More information’ turned into an invitation to attend a party. That was seven years ago, and we’ve been part of the ‘lifestyle’ since. That’s the vocabulary - ‘lifestyle’. Somehow, Greg met David about two years ago, and we got invited into what you see going on tonight. The group was monthly back then, but bi-weekly now. People don’t go to every party, but Ross likes to party frequently.

“Ross, Crystal, and Dave have been great about hosting parties here. They have the space, the pool, the chaises, mats, and beds to support the group. I think they like to swing more than any of the rest of us. Overall, though, we’re a very horny group.

Allison found me and pulled me away from our chat. She said with some eagerness, “Can I fuck Dax?” I guess she had some instant attraction to my husband, plus I had continually talked up his sexual prowess at our girls’ luncheons. I knew he’d love being with her, so I told her to go for it.

Molly and Sheri came by five minutes later and asked the same question. I realized that Sheri was alone at the party. I think all the girls from our luncheon wanted to fuck each other’s husbands. I had the same idea about Jake and Bill, and got permission from them at the same time that they asked about having sex with Dax.

I asked Sheri, “Hey, where’s Myron? I haven’t seen him yet.”

Sheri rolled her eyes. “The official version is that he has some emergency office work that has to be ready first thing on Monday morning, so he went into work. The truth of the matter is that he’s off fucking his bimbo secretary. I finally met her. She has an IQ less than her age, and she’s very young. What she sees in Myron, I’ll never know. The girl is truly vapid. Thus, I’m here by myself and I hope to get laid a lot.”

I teased, “Well, you’d better get your hooks in Dax. There seems to be a lot of interest there from the others in our lunch group.”

Sheri sashayed off, making her cute ass sway in an extra sexy way in her pink bikini bottoms. She was a natural blonde with genuine bedroom eyes. She also had some of the nicest tits of anybody at the party. They weren’t the largest or smallest, but they were the best shaped, with silver-dollar sized areolas and pert nipples. Based on the size of her bathing suit, I would guess that she didn’t have any pubic hair either.

I got to talk to Dave, Crystal’s boyfriend, when he was grilling burgers and hot dogs. He was hanging out with the guys, and since I expected to be fucked by some of them later in the evening, I thought it might be nice to know them better. I was the only woman hanging around the grill for a while.

Bill, Allison’s husband was part of the ‘grill crowd’. He greeted me like a long-lost relative, even though I’d seen him two-days earlier by our mailboxes. He did live next door.

Bill planted a possessive kiss on my lips. He turned me to the other men. “Gentlemen, this is Kit - my neighbor. Tonight, I hope to fulfill a long-time fantasy I’ve had of nailing her to a mattress for about an hour.”

I teased, “Oh, an hour. Why I’ve heard you were a Minute Man, like the founding fathers of our country. Can you really go that long?”

Bill rolled his eyes and slapped my ass. “Wiseass neighbor.” I squeaked.

I had dressed up to be cute that evening, at least on first impression. I’m a blonde with brown tones in my hair. I’d put my hair in two long ponytails that I mostly kept over my shoulders so they hung down near my rounded breasts. Also, I made sure that my bikini bottoms showed the top edge of the wide landing strip of pubic hair I kept over my mons. Dax said I looked like sex on a stick.

Dave and Greg especially were very solicitous of me. I spotted Crystal and Darlene talking with a few other women across the patio. I learned about the men’s work and they showed great interest in my editorial job. Of course, we talked about our homes and neighborhood, too.

Dave and Crystal were not neighbors, but weren’t too far away. He told me he was glad that Crystal had formed friendships with our luncheon group. He liked the idea that she had new friends with the same sexually-liberated mindset that she had. Sheri had met Crystal and introduced her to the luncheon group.

There was one single man there that Dave told me had been invited to kind of be Sheri’s initial companion - Troy. He was a hunk about our age, and was also somebody that Crystal wanted to hire for her photography studio, Crystal Blue Photography. The name came from an old music single that Crystal liked.

There were two other couples that arrived late that I hadn’t had a chance to meet. They got fawned over my Crystal and a wave from Dave. I figured that I’d meet them later.

After standing around for cocktails and conversation, the sixteen of us sat down to eat at two abutted picnic tables on the pool patio. I ended up more or less in the middle, so got to meet and talk to just about everyone over dinner. We sat around and watched the sun set and had coffee afterwards. Several people stripped naked and went in the pool.

Dave told me that the neighbors on either side of them were rarely in residence, so Crystal, friends, and he spent most of the time naked when on the patio.

To my surprise and pleasure, Allison’s husband Bill asked me if I’d join him in the pool for a swim. I grinned broadly and went with him. We stripped our bathing suits away and went down the stairs into water that was the perfect temperature.

Soon, I took the initiative to float right into Bill’s arms and we started to kiss and make out. Since we were naked, my breasts were instantly available for him to smooth and fondle. He did. I liked rubbing my chest against his, too. This party was doing great things for our neighborly relations.

I’m not overly endowed in the chest, but I’m what Dax calls a B+ or C-. He says that I was made to fit his hands perfectly. I fit Bill’s hands, too. He liked fondling me, and then he pinched my nipples in a very nice way and I just about had an orgasm. I didn’t know that response pattern. Dax was always very careful not to abuse me, but maybe I wanted a little abuse of my breasts.

I reached under water and found a partially inflated cock getting ready for action. I could feel him harden further as I fondled him. God, the pool water felt so sinful against my bare pussy. I was ready to fuck the whole NFL, I was so horny. Holding Bill’s cock just amplified my arousal.

Bill’s fingers also fit right into my snug little pussy like they were made for the occasion. I had a small peak as he slid two of them into me.

We got out of the pool. I didn’t think we’d be able to fuck well in the water, although another couple had started to do so only a few feet from us. That alone was turning me on.

I told Bill, “Lie down on the chaise, I have something to do.” Above and around us on Crystal’s patio, there were many strings of tiny holiday lights, so there was plenty of light to see what I was doing. Some sexy saxophone music was playing too - light jazz. The place was erotic and inspiring.

I sucked Bill’s shaft into my mouth. He was about the same size as Dax, so I put on a full-court press and soon had almost deep-throated the handsome man. I loved doing that to Bill because he didn’t expect to completely disappear inside my maw. I could hear him inhale in surprise. Allison must not do that for him.

About ten minutes of that, and Bill stopped me. “I don’t want to cum this way with you. Let me return the favor and then let’s make love.”

I was all for that. Bill loved to eat pussy; I even knew that from his wife. He returned two fingers into my hot love box and slowly pumped them into me. He sucked on my teat, and then drifted lower. He knew how to make love to a pussy. I would have expected nothing worse knowing how horny Allison could be.

I was sure Bill could feel the tension in my body as I started to soar closer and closer to a significant orgasm. My back started to arch as I pushed into his hand and mouth, too. He had a magic tongue, and he liked to also catch my loose and floppy vaginal lips in his and pull them asunder until they slipped away and snapped back to my cunt.

As I neared a peak, Bill swatted the whole area around my clitoris. It wasn’t nasty, but it sure pushed me over the top. I came with a muted moan, sensitive to the other couples around us also fucking at a frenzied pace.

Dax was one of them with Molly - she got her wish. She had a body to die for, especially her tits. I bet he was having fun with those, since they were at least a full cup size larger than me. I even saw him tit-fucking her for a couple of minutes. I couldn’t do that for him - I was too small. They were having fun, because they were laughing. I felt glad they were fucking.

As my orgasm slipped away and left me gasping for air, I was suddenly empty for a moment. Then, I felt Bill’s shaft just slide into my interior like our mating was the most natural thing in the world. Wow! I thought I’d have a bigger reaction to fucking a new man - especially, for the first time as a married woman.

I wasn’t upset at all. I was aglow with desire and passion for what we were doing. I also had the thought that this was the second man in my life that I’d had sex with.

Bill fucked me in the missionary position as we kissed. I wrapped my legs around him as best I could. Then, I was on top in a cowgirl, more fucking him than otherwise. We ended up making out in the spoon position as we both jerked and writhed into each other until he announced he was near. I was near, too. I felt his first spurt into my interior, and the feeling his discharge of white-hot cream inside me triggered my own orgasm. I dissolved into a rainbow of colors and fabulous feelings like a thousand spa visits happening simultaneously.

The night turned into intense pleasure for a couple of minutes as we climaxed together, both of us trying to jam more of his cock inside me I tried to push my body further onto his cock. I loved feeling his explosion inside me for the first time - fresh cunt welcomes new cock and new sperm.

Chapter 4 - Sex Party - Part 2

Bill and I kissed some more and told each other how great the coupling had been. I did like kissing my friend’s husband and I was sure the feeling was mutual.

As Bill and I lay there, still coupled together, I looked around the patio. Dax was still making love with Molly, then in a position where she was supine and he was erect in front of her and able to paw at her sexy jugs.

A little further away, Allison and Greg looked to be finishing up their sex session. Darlene was one more chaise over, and cuddling with Dave. I loved all the different interactions going on at this party.

We separated and Bill’s spunk started to immediately drain out of me. Bill sensed the problem and pointed; “There are pool showers. Let’s clean up.”

I loved that the outdoor showers were warm water and not just cold as I’ve found at some places. As I stood and kissed Bill some more, he used two fingers to clean out my pussy. To my joy, there was even a shower wand, that allowed me to douche somewhat from his excessive deposits inside me.

We dried off with towels from a nearby table and I asked, “What now?”

Bill said, “Allison told me to go to the patio bar. We’ll find our next partners there. I think we’re supposed to spread our charms around at an event like this.” He looked to be sure I was all right with that action.

We did go to the bar. By then, I found Dax, Dave, and Crystal there.

This was my first time seeing Crystal naked. She was also a bottle blonde, as her dark eyebrows betrayed. She was hairless below the waist, and had pretty small boobs. Her legs were really sexy, plus she had a heart tattoo a little to the side and up from her mons. Next to the heart were the words ‘Fuck me’. I liked the way this woman thought.

Crystal offered, “If you still want a sample of next weekend when Dave and I do the video with you and Dax, now might be the time since we’re all right here.”

I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.” Dave was looking very fetching.

I nestled into the crook of Dave’s arm, and we kissed. Right next to us my husband and Crystal had also started to kiss. He had a hand fondling her nice tits, too. God, I was turned on watching him do that. The arousal made me gush girl juices back into my nether region. I was sure that I was leaking again. This whole party scene was arousing on a constant basis. I wondered whether I’d ever been any hornier.

Crystal found us two chaises on the patio that were next to each other. “This will be good. We can watch each other. You’ll feel the arousal when you see your spouse fucking somebody else’s spouse. Dave and I always get a jolt of pleasure from this aspect alone, let alone the great sex.”

Dave wrapped himself around me, almost as though he were a warm blanket on a chilly night. He felt strong and good. We made out. I could tell that he’d been eating pussy, since he had some residual juices on his cheek and in his mouth. He’d been with Darlene, so I guessed that I was getting to sample her second-hand.

He gave me my first orgasm from sucking on my breasts as he fingered me. I went down on him for a bit, and then I could really tell I was tasting another woman on his cock - Darlene. There was more of her there than my earlier sample, and she tasted good. I liked that and told him. He commented, “There’ll be a lot of that going around tonight.”

When Dave went down on me, I was sure I’d died and gone to heaven. He was not satisfied until he’d given me several oral orgasms on his tongue, lips, and fingers. He even used his teeth, ever so gently, to elicit some of the climaxes from me.

Seeing Dax eat out Crystal’s sweet cunt only three feet away was like having my pussy wired up to a high-voltage electrical outlet. On one of my orgasms from Dave, I actually squirted into his mouth. He loved it and wanted more. I couldn’t recall ever having squirted before. Maybe it was Dave or because I was so turned on.

Dave and I continued to make love. I had a hazy definition in my head about the distinction between making love and fucking. Making love involved romantic kissing, and fucking did not. I guess that I always made love with my partners.

When Dave and I ‘fucked’ we also changed positions a few times. I came in every position at least once and loved it. We did keep kissing too. If he felt I wasn’t peaking in some way, he knew what to do with his fingers on clit or ass to help make that happen. He was also kissing me in a highly romantic way. I was falling for this man - Crystal’s serious live-in boyfriend.

Eventually, Dave fired his load inside me. I thought a fire hose had gotten loose and squirted inside me. I thought I was full from Bill, but Dave left me with a gallon of his jism and it immediately started to leak out of my tiny twat right after he withdrew.

Beside us, I watched Dax spew the last of his load into Crystal. She was almost folded in half as she lay back welcoming his thrusts.

My big surprise of the night came when Dave immediately went down on me, cleaning up his own juices - plus whatever I’d contributed. He brought some to me in his mouth, and as we French kissed he deposited the splooge into my mouth. I’d never done this before, but I had swallowed lots of semen. Molly had done this with him in her video.

Dave urged, “Swap it back with me. This is called snowballing.”

I did as he asked on the next load that he presented me, and I swear I had another orgasm just from performing the lewd act with him. Somehow, I just knew that what we were doing was supremely naughty. I loved it. I looked over and my husband was similarly engaged with Crystal. She’d had him suck his cum from inside her and then snowball with her. I knew that was a huge reach for Dax. He’d also never done that before.

An even larger surprise came a moment later, when Dax was between my legs eating more of Dave’s cum from my overflowing love tunnel. He also snowballed that with me. Beside us, Dave was doing that with Crystal. Fuck! This was the best party, EVER.

I mentally leapt around with joy, realizing that I’d learned a new lewd thing to do that was highly sexual and possibly on the verge of gross. I liked that a whole lot. Dax and I were definitely adding this to our lovemaking repertoire.

Dave, Crystal, Dax, and I returned to the bar after a clean-out shower and a swim in the pool. Many of the men were in a recuperative mode. Crystal whispered in my ear, “You should go to one of your female friends and make love with them while the men watch. Turn yourself on, and turn on the men.”

Allison was standing nearby with Darlene, the nurse I’d met when we first arrived. I went and put my arms around both of them and kissed each of them in a romantic way. I kept that up, and they started to return the affection.

A few minutes later, the three of us were on a large exercise mat in a corner of the patio. We writhed around naked together with our hands and mouths touching everything sexual about someone else that we could reach.

I ate Allison to an orgasm, and also sucked some cum from her pussy that I think originated with Jake - Molly’s husband. This was a fun activity that really got her attention. I repeated on Darlene, and I think she’d been with Ross - Dave’s hunky father.

Both women were surprised at my audacity. I was making this up as I went along, and I guess I inspired them to action too. I’d never had a girl-on-girl interaction before that night. I’d seen all my research porn, and hoped it gave me pointers.

While I was doing them with my mouth, they were taking turns eating me or kissing each other, or kissing me. Darlene taught us how to trib - two women scissoring our legs together so we could rub our vulvas against each other for sexual stimulation. Periodically, one of us would have an orgasm and just about crash in a supine position on the mat.

I was just doing to Allison and Darlene what I thought I’d like done to me. Since I was eliciting orgasms from them, I figured I must be doing something right.

I wasn’t sure how long the three of us played together. Allison eventually begged for us to let her recover. Darlene was in a similar way. I seemed to be the only one still rarin’ to continue our sapphic games. I did stop, however.

We went and got some wine at the patio bar, and continued to nuzzle and kiss each other. Dax and Greg joined us at the bar after watching us. They were both full of praise for our ‘show’.

Greg posed, “Could Darlene and I interest you in coming home with us right now. It’ll give us a chance to recover a little more, and then we can have a foursome at our house. We really like you two and want to do more with you both, including a swap when we sleep together.” He looked hopeful.

I nodded at Dax and he accepted for us. We’d had a wordless communication that we both liked the idea of continuing the sexual part of the evening a little longer. I wasn’t sure how he’d think about me sleeping with another man, probably fucking even more, but his acceptance indicated that was fine with him.

I retrieved the various parts of the wardrobe I’d worn to the house - a bikini and my pool wrap, plus my flip-flops. I would have thanked Crystal and Dave for inviting us, but they were both fucking other people and I didn’t want to interrupt them. The four of us just silently left the house.

Dax held the car door for me, and only then realized that I was naked and carrying the few clothes that I’d arrived in. He was back in his shorts and t-shirt. I stayed naked to tantalize him, and we followed Greg and Darlene to their home near the hospital where she worked. I walked from the car to their home naked and feeling very naughty.

During the drive, I effused about my evening so far with Dax. He was very happy about the events, too. We talked about who we’d fucked and how we were feeling about this new adventure.

Inside their home, the lights were low and there was already some dreamy music playing. I guessed that they planned to seduce some other couple like us to come home with them.

I went right to Greg and started to kiss him. He was nice and had pliant lips that I really liked. He also paid attention to my neck, ears, and lobes, places on my body that can get me going. Since I was still naked from the party, the only clothes removed were from my new partner.

I was pretty wired from the main sex party, and saw this as just a continuation of it in some way. Dax and Darlene were making out right next to us. They had a sofa and a love seat in their living room. Greg and I took the sofa, and Darlene led Dax to the love seat.

We quickly went through the steps that seemed de rigueur at the party: blowjob, pussy eating, and then some serious making love, a.k.a. fucking. We even swapped partners for a bit, which I liked. I did love Dax and got to tell him as we fucked. Going back and forth between partners felt wonderfully decadent. I loved it.

We spent about an hour fucking in a wide variety of positions before the men finally finished off in our pussies. An hour seemed long, but the men had already cum twice, and with the swapping there was a definite effort to extend the time we were rubbing body parts together.

Darlene and I sixty-nined to clean the cum from each other, but then Dax ate out both Darlene and me to be sure we were super clean.

I slept with Greg in their guest room. Dax and Darlene took their master bedroom bed. I expected to lay awake all-night thinking about my salacious behavior at the party, and then shacking up with another couple at their house, and what my husband was doing with Darlene. I didn’t. I went to sleep.

Later, Greg woke me with kisses, and we made love again in the middle of the night. It was sweet and fun, and I went right back to sleep. I expected to have all sorts of guilt feelings and thoughts that I should be feeling remiss about my marriage. Instead, I was all warm, snuggly, and feeling loved ten times over.

Fucking three different men, as well as my husband, in one night should have made me a colossal slut, but I didn’t think of myself that way. The primary reason was that Dax was so accepting of what we did. Further, Crystal, who I respected a great deal, was obviously not bothered by the rampant sex at all; in fact, she obviously loved it. I wondered how many men she had slept with.

As Greg and I joined Darlene and Dax for breakfast, she asked me, “How’re you feeling about your first sex party?”

“Slutty,” I replied with a big smile.

She grinned and said, “Me, too. I do every time, and I love it. S. L. U. T. I’ve changed the definition to Sexually-Liberated Urban Tart. That’s me - a genuine slut.”

Her remark, while humorous, reminded me not to take myself too seriously after the weekend fuck fest. I was into this new sport, and hoped to win some kind of medal eventually.

The four of us were nude in Greg and Darlene’s kitchen. I had nothing to wear except what I’d left in the car. She fixed us a splendid breakfast, as he made coffee and toast. We talked a lot, and got to know them better. Dax and I went home after breakfast. I again rode home naked. By then, I’d been nude for over twelve hours. This felt good.

We were quiet on the drive home, lost in our own thoughts. After we were in the house, I lured Dax into the living room, and we immediately started fucking on our sofa. I was still cranked up sexually, and he was the beneficiary of my outrageous horniness. God; I really was a nymphomaniac. I needed sex ALL the time.

As we paused, mid fuck with him buried deep inside me. I asked him, “Any issues, concerns, or comments about the past twenty hours?”

Dax smiled, “We’re here making love - and I pick those words carefully. I love you. I liked Darlene, Crystal, and Molly. They were a treat to have sex with, each in her own way. They were different in many ways that I enjoyed, and I think that I even learned a thing or two to try on you. In the end, however, this pussy and this woman, who now has my cock buried inside her, is who I want to spend my life with.” He kissed me very tenderly, and then worked around my ears, and neck, and down to my breasts.

Eventually, as he pumped into me a few times, Dax asked, “How about you?”

I nodded. “I’m the same way. I liked Bill, Dave, and Greg, and I honestly look forward to being with each of them again sometime soon. I loved being a slut. I even want to try the other men. They were all very nice and attractive, but here in your arms, our house, and our bed is where I also want to spend my important moments. Just so you know, I never wavered in that feeling - not for one second, even with all the orgasms some of those men gave me.”

I went on, “I really expected to feel guilty for cheating on you, but I don’t. I guess that was because you were also nearby fucking somebody else. If I’m honest, I can’t wait for the next Saturday party so we can go back and do it some more.” I giggled.

Given how I was raised, I should have had guilt dripping out of every skin pore. Fucking three new men in one night, should have blown my circuit breakers on my conservative upbringing. That was behind me, I realized. I’d moved on to a new place of my own making.

Dax and I continued to make love with each other, until we both had comfortable orgasms. We lay together, and then to my surprise, Dax went down on me and cleaned up my pussy with his mouth and tongue. We snowballed a bit of his load, but I felt he was just showing me that he planned to add those skills to his bag of tricks to keep me happy.

We did some mundane things around the house the rest of Sunday: cleaning, some ironing, fixing a door jamb, checking over the cars, and some other odd jobs. I remained naked. I think that I was working towards a new personal record of some kind - at least 24-hours sans clothing.

That evening, just after dinner, Crystal called me. “Kit, I just wanted to be sure that you and Dax are both feeling all right about what you happened last night and the party and everything. I guess you spent the night with Darlene and Greg?”

Crystal knew from our luncheons that I had a conservative past. She was taking care of and being supportive of her new friend, and her introduction into swinging. She was hand-holding and offering me training wheels.

I told her, “Yes, we did stay with Greg and Darlene. Dax and I did talk about it after we got home too. The bottomline is that we’re very excited to accept your invitation to attend the parties in the future. I hope we were good citizens as far as you and your friends were concerned. Please tell us anything that we could have done to make things better for you, Dave, or the others.”

“Oh, Kit, I have nothing to ask of you. You and Dax were marvelous. Dave is really eager to do the video with you next Saturday, and please come to the next party, a week after that.

“Molly raved to me about your husband and how much he pleased her, and Darlene and Greg made a special point to call me this afternoon to tell me I’d lose them as friends unless we had you back as full-fledged members of our little sex club. Don’t doubt yourselves for an instant; you were both big hits with everyone.

“My calling was just to be sure you were okay. There could be many reasons why you’d get down on yourself for what you did. The women sometimes talk among our group about our slutty behavior, for instance. We always say that we’re starting a new way of life, with different evaluation criteria as to what is acceptable. We say, ‘Don’t use the old criteria from another walk of life, to evaluate yourself in this one.’”

I told her, “I did mention my behavior to Dax as well as how it could be seen as cheating, and many other things. He doesn’t think that way at all, and I guess I don’t either. I like that adage about criteria. I’ll remember that.”

Crystal said, “Great. Well, if I don’t see or talk to you before Saturday, we’ll be at your house about ten a.m. with a load of cameras, lights, and equipment. I do plan to be at the Wednesday luncheon.”

I said, “We’ll be ready. I’ll see you Wednesday. We love having you in our group. I hope you always feel welcome to come and join us. You can probably guess what we’ll be talking about this coming week.”

Crystal laughed and we ended the call. I thought she was so nice to call up to check on how we were feeling.

Chapter 5 - Friends’ Drama

Dax and my bedroom looked like some Hollywood set for a scene from some X-rated melodramatic soap opera. There were lights, unfurled fold-up reflectors, a thousand wires and plugs, remote cameras, and even microphones all over the place. I was assessing the set-up from my supine position underneath Dave - Crystal’s boyfriend and lover, and now my lover for the second time in a week.

Crystal had also brought some purple sheets for the bed that added a very sexy ambience to our normal linens that had been hidden away. She explained, “Naked bodies show up really well against the darker background, plus purple is the color of passion.”

I had been dripping cum up until a few moments ago when Dave, Crystal, and Dax took turns cleaning up my snatch until I was sure I was sparkling and shiny between my legs, just like a new piece of jewelry. Dave went first and had gotten a good splooge of his own, so we snowballed that while the others focused on my sex area. I had learned a new skill, too.

Everything had been captured on camera.

About forty minutes earlier, Dax had blasted a load into Crystal and she’d been the recipient of our attention to her. Dax has snowballed with her, and then I’d also eaten cum from her pussy and shared it with her, dribbling the goo from my mouth into hers. She loved being ‘dirty’, too.

If you’d asked me a year earlier whether I’d ever do something like that, I would have told you ‘No, never’ and probably said something about how gross the act was. I was a ‘good girl’ that didn’t do kinky sex with anybody but my husband, and even then, I was mostly a goody-goody girl. I sure was a new woman now. We’d been making our foursome video for over three hours. We were also having a whole lot of fun.

For the filming, in addition to some cameras on tripods, Crystal and Dave has brought two other women that were videographers for Crystal Blue Photography. They worked the cameras and really knew what they were doing for our pornographic home movie.

Both Carol and Trish were naked, the idea being to arouse the men even further than they were with only Crystal and me. Truth be told, the two of them also turned me on; I wanted a turn with each of them. They were young and hot. We’d all be together again at the next sex party. I was aroused about that alone; let alone all the sex that we’d just had that afternoon.

Carol worked for CBP and also lived with Crystal and Dave at his father Ross’ home, as we learned. She was a smart pert girl in her mid-twenties from the Philippines with the most beautiful dark skin and dark eyes that I’d ever seen. She had long brunette hair, and puffy labia that were hard to ignore as she moved around us with a professional movie camera in hand.

By comparison, Trish was a pale-skinned brunette with long hair that was halfway between brunette and being a redhead. She had hazel eyes that drew you into her soul. She was also in her mid-twenties, and I detected that there was some kind of special relationship between her and Ross.

Both camera girls had been at the party the week before, but Dax and I had only met them briefly. Trish also lived at Ross’s home - in his bed, and I was informed that they loved the ‘free use’ sex in the house that went on nearly constantly. Trish also turned out to be Crystal’s sister.

Crystal finally declared an end to the filming after Dave and Dax had second climaxes that Crystal and I toyed with for a few minutes. I was sorry to see all our gratuitous sex end for the afternoon. I was ready to go around the clock nonstop.

Almost immediately, there was a flurry of activity by Carol to collect the memory cards from each of the video cameras and back them up on the laptop computer that they’d brought with them. Simultaneously, the memory cards also got backed up to Crystal Blue Photography’s part of the cloud somewhere in cyber space.

Carol explained as her lovely breasts shimmied, “If something happens to a card, or even the computer, we have up to two other sources for the data - the camera until we shoot again and overlay the memory, and the cloud. Otherwise, if we lose something, it’s be gone forever and maybe we’d have to re-shoot the whole scene.”

I pointed between my legs and said as I flashed everybody my pussy, “Oh, boy. You want to do it all again. I’m ready.”

Everybody in the room laughed.

Dax and I helped the filming crew fold up their videography kit, and get it into the back of Dave’s SUV. When it came time for the four of them to leave, we got some wonderful kisses, especially from Carol and Trish, who urged us to find them for coupling at the following Saturday’s sex party.

Wednesday at our luncheon at a sidewalk café, Crystal greeted me warmly with some kisses. I asked whether our lunches should include Carol and Trish, her younger sister.

Crystal said, “Oh, they’re in classes this time of day. Both are students at USF - the University of Southern Florida. When classes end, I hope to see them join us.”

Molly, Allison, Sheri, and I were still flying high with the memories of the last party over a week earlier. There were still viewpoints to be shared with the others at the lunch, as well as other topics.

Shortly after we got our lunches, Lois confided that she was on ‘probation’ from her husband and she only came to say ‘goodbye’. I asked, “What’s that mean? Why?”

Lois was what Dax called a ‘Booby Spinner’, although he’d only met her a few times. She was blessed with golden blonde hair, boobs, a body to die for, and a sparkling personality most of the time. She was athletic and she was also small - under five-feet tall. She’d been a cheerleader in my high school class, and was the one that always got thrown in the air or was at the top of the cheering pyramid.

Lois said, “The ‘why’ is that I came home from our lunch a week or two ago, all fired up about going to the sex party. I greeted Gordon with a blowjob in our entry hall, and after that he asked why I was so fired up. I told him about the various discussions over lunch and about the party. I told him that I thought we should go.

“I thought he’d get inspired and turned on by the idea to see me with another man, and to being able to fuck some other women. Boy, was I wrong; Gordon went ballistic - I mean that I recoiled in fear he was so mad. I’m not sure that I’ve ever seen him so angry, and he can really get cranked up. He called me a bunch of very bad names, and then that rant spilled over onto all of you, especially Crystal, who I’d mentioned as the party hostess. I’m sorry. He was livid.

“He doesn’t want me coming to our lunches. That’s why I missed last week. He thinks you’re all a bad influence on me. Anyway, he said if he found out that I was still harboring thoughts of being with another man in any way, that he’d have to re-think being married to me or maybe he’d have to discipline me in some way. I think he meant physically, and that scares the shit out of me. I swear, just in that short discussion, I saw a side of him that I didn’t even know existed. He was horrible … and to tell the truth, I’m not sure I even want to be married to him if he thinks that way.

“He lit into me as though I were a pet that had pooped in the living room. He even swung at my backside, but I was just out of reach. He really would have hit me in anger. He told me that from the time we got engaged that I was ‘his property’ to do with as he saw, and was not beholden to any ideas that I might have for things I wanted to do.

“He made it clear that he tolerated my being alone working on my writing while he was at work, because he thought that he’d trained me well enough to stay out of trouble while at home. He went on to tell me what I could and couldn’t do when I left the house from that day forward. Having lunch with all of you is off the table, so I’m being a bad girl today.”

We were all sympathetic, but urged her not to sacrifice her security and marriage over a sex party or fantasy, or even luncheons with all of us. Lois explained that it wasn’t the fantasy, it was the overall attitude, including his apparent ‘ownership; of her as a chattel that he could easily dispose of or discipline. There’d been other situations where they had fundamental disagreements about various aspects of their life and marriage as she revealed. This was just one more. An issue with having children was still on the table.

Lois’ situation with her husband really shocked me. I suddenly realized that the lifestyle that Dax and I were in the process of adopting was far from being thought of as a ‘nice’ alternative to a traditional marriage that included possessiveness, exclusivity, and controlling behavior. I realized that my good friend Lois was in deep trouble.

I asked her, “Can we talk on the phone with you?”

Tears came to Lois’ eyes and she went right to edge of starting to cry. “No. He doesn’t want me to have any friends right now because he doesn’t trust me. I … I need to rethink my whole relationship with him. So, for a while, no. I’ll be in touch when the time is right. I’ll email you when the time is right; I can delete the evidence of those.”

On that note, Lois settled her bill and disappeared. I could tell from her posture that as she got away from our table, she’d started to cry.

That night, I told Dax about Lois’ situation and about her dropping out of the lunch group because Gordon insisted on it. He shook his head. Dax commented, “I’ve only met him maybe twice, and I was unimpressed both times. He’s too impressed with himself, and seemed to be a control freak. Lois certainly has my sympathy for having to put up with him. I guess she’s having buyer’s regret for having married him. I’m sorry that you have to lose her as a friend just because he’s got his nose out of joint.”

We both promised each other that we’d give lots of warning if we felt our values were shifting to some direction other than where we were heading. In the process, we also re-confirmed that we liked where we were taking our marriage, ourselves, and each other. I felt so supported by him.

We drove to Ross’ house to join Dave, Crystal, and everyone for the Saturday sex party. I’d made a huge three-bean salad to bring this time. I had enough to feed all sixteen and then some. I also had made brownies for everyone the day before and brought those too. This would be our second swinger’s party.

I went out of my way at the party to meet and talk to the people I really hadn’t had time with at the first party. I met Ross, and learned a little about his day-trading in various stock, bond, and commodity markets.

Ross was Dave’s father and really the owner of the house that I referred to as Crystal’s. If I had to assign a woman in the house to him, it would be Trish - Crystal’s sister. She hovered around the man, like a moth to a light. He obviously cared for her despite maybe a twenty-five or thirty-year age gap.

Ross teased me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you in person. Crystal showed me a little of the foursome video that you did with her and Dave did a week ago. You turn me on, so I hope we can be together later.”

Ross was a hunk, despite his age. In fact, as I looked around the patio at the house, there were only one or two men starting to get what Dax called ‘Dad Bods’ - the beer belly or the man’s paunch. The men and women obviously cared about their physiques. Ross, however, I think spent time in a gym. He had well-defined biceps that threatened to tear the sleeves on the snug t-shirt he wore. I liked that in a man, especially an older man with salt-and-pepper hair.

Cory was the other man that had been at my first sex party that I didn’t get a chance to meet. He turned out to be Crystal’s accountant, and also did the taxes for everyone living in their large home, plus many other local individuals and small companies. He was on the shy side, but not enough to not ask for time with me later. He also was interested in erotic photography, so sometimes helped out Crystal when she needed another camera person.

After dinner, Ross and Cory were my first two partners. My third turned out to be Molly’s husband, Jake. He’d been labeled by her as inattentive; however, I had no complaints as he railed me into the futon we were using on Ross’ patio. Man, he was cranked up to be with me.

I got one more fuck in with Mitch, Deborah’s husband. He was a very nice man that was the weatherman on the local TV station. He had a sparkling personality, just the way he appeared on television. He was fun, and very witty. I loved his sense of humor, and ability to use sarcasm and understatements with charm.

Sunday, Dax and I compared notes. He’d done about the same thing that I’d done, searching out the people that he hadn’t been with at the prior party. He had sexy romps with Allison, Deborah, Carol, and Trish. We hadn’t gotten home until about two a.m.

We agreed we were having fun, loved our romantic sexual encounters with other people, and both wanted to continue. Like me, Dax had limited experience with other women before we became an item, dated, and wed. Even during his military tour, I’d been his only sex partner.

Life moved on. I was assigned five new books to edit, two for relatively well-known authors. One that I’d done six months earlier, was on the best seller list. I felt pride as well as a sense of ownership in that result.

I missed a couple of Wednesday lunches with my girlfriends because of work, but did not miss the Saturday sex parties. They became the most important part of the month to me.

One Sunday morning, I got a call from my sister. To my surprise, she was in Tampa on one of her temp jobs that had just ended.

Beth said, “I finish up here around two this afternoon, and I have a rental car. Could I drop in, or, if you’re busy, I can just hop on my flight back to Minneapolis.”

“No, no, no. Come, visit, stay as long as you can.”

Beth arrived about four p.m. and Dax and I warmly greeted her. She’d had a job as a ‘Booth Babe’ at a farm equipment manufacturer’s expo at the Tampa Convention Center.

My sister is two-years older and wiser than I am. She was the rebel as we grew up and I became the ‘goody-goody’ second daughter. I heard a lot of “Don’t be like your sister” growing up. I did my own rebellion in my own way, and I guess now I was really getting into it.

Beth and I are the same height, and about the same blonde color. The family has Scandinavian roots, so being blondes is an inherited trait. Beth is slightly boobier than I am, and I think she has a better-looking ass. The difference is that she’s more of an expert at using make-up to enhance her looks. Years earlier, she even got micro-pigmentation of her eyelids to have permanent eyeliner. She was sexier by far.

Beth laughed and said, “As a Booth Babe, I just tried to look sexy, and pass out literature about the tractor-related equipment that my client company made. The farmers at the expo came from all over the country. Half of them are barely making it, and the other half are multi-millionaires; not too many in the middle.”

We talked and then Dax took us out to dinner at a good TexMex place we liked. I watched my sister lightly flirting with my husband, and I felt good about it. Dax, bless his heart, acted like a straight-shooter and didn’t rise to her bait. The bait was her sexy body and great personality.

We had a great discussion and reconnected. While Beth and I talked on the phone, we hadn’t been together in one place face-to-face for over a year. Beth stayed over, and then flew out of Sarasota the next afternoon. She commented that she had another temp job to start preparing for that evening. For some reason, I didn’t question that statement.

After Beth had left, Dax came into the living room where I was straightening up from our coffees that we’d had that morning. He said, “Wow, your sister is a truly stunning dish. I wish she belonged to our swinger’s group. I’d love to compare sisters.”

He’d made me laugh, but I still threw a sofa cushion at him.

A couple of weeks later, at our Wednesday Girls’ Luncheon, Sheri became the star of the day. She had done a video with Dave’s father Ross - a handsome and distinguished man who’d fucked her into a sex fog for the video. He’d come close to getting me in that state when we made love.

What made Sheri our ‘star’ is that she somehow sold the video that she’d done to an Internet porn site with a little help and a contact from Crystal. She was on the open Internet having sex, and her husband loved it. She’d made $3,000 in the process, and planned to do it again and again, too. She liked being ‘out there’.

Chapter 6 - Porn Stars

Sheri glowed in her revelation to our luncheon group. To a woman, we each sat there with our jaws agape. She sold the video she did to bait her husband, to a relative stranger, and made a lot of money off it.

Further, she reported back that Myron had indeed loved the video and responded well to the bait. They’d been fucking more, and he’d been spending less time with his bimbo secretary.

We’d all seen parts of her video at our lunches when we shared a couple of months earlier, and it was a hot video … but going ‘public’ was a whole different level from what Crystal called ‘private porn’.

Crystal was there for Sheri’s announcement and just smiled. I wondered how going public would impact Crystal Blue Photography. Her silence led me to think that she was highly complicit in some way.

Sheri called up one Internet site to show us where the short version of her sex video was posted. We all took notes on our own phones so we could show our husbands.

Sheri always did seem to be more ‘out there’ in terms of being a bold and sexy. She liked to go braless and always hoped that she was entertaining some men. She was the one with slits in her skirts up to her waist. She was daring compared to the rest of us. I think I needed to use her as a role model more than I was.

The lunch ended with Sheri tossing out a challenge to those of us that had done videos. “See if you can match me by getting yourselves out there in public on the Internet.”

Dax and I had really enjoyed our videoing session with Crystal and Dave. We loved the video and had watched it a half-dozen times since Carol and Crystal finished editing it, fucking each other deep into the bedding as we did.

Going ‘commercial’, as Crystal called it, was a whole other story. If we had a public job, that could be embarrassing if somebody recognized you and made a big thing about it. I had a job working at home as an editor of great books. No one ever saw me or cared what I looked like. If I wanted to do a commercial video, I was in a prime position.

I shelved the idea, but I did show Sheri’s videos - both the short and the long versions - to Dax that night. We fucked each other into a fog, and he made a resolution to do her again at Saturday’s party.

Almost a month later, we were at a Saturday party at Ross’ home when Bill and Allison arrived. They rang the bell and Crystal answered the door.

Allison pranced into the living room where the rest of us were, completely naked, but wearing sexy black stockings and CFM shoes. She looked very sexy and laid kisses on each of the men that left a clear message about wanting sex with them very soon.

Allison announced that she was also a ‘porn queen’ - she had a video up on the Internet as of the day before. I should have known that she’d be next after Sheri.

My friend Molly and I looked at each other and sighed. The bar had been pushed to a new height. I looked at Dax and he laughed. He said, “If you want to go public or commercial, it’s fine with me. I’m there with you babe. Just tell me details as you go along. You can’t do it alone. You need permissions and releases, plus you look young, so I’m sure somebody is going to want a guarantee or proof that you’re over eighteen.”

Jake, Molly’s husband, pretty much told her the same thing. He was more of a cuckold, and so loved it when Molly did something sexual with another man. To do it in a video and to go public with it, would take his arousal and desire for her to a new level.

Crystal offered all of us an opportunity to go online. She admitted that she was developing connections to extend her photographic and video work in that direction. Further, she was heading off to Las Vegas in January, to some exposition that was pretty much the entire adult entertainment industry in one place. She hoped to make stronger contacts that could help her business, particularly the glamor and erotic components.

That night at the party we had a new man in our group - Steve Wallace. He’d hired Crystal to do a video with him. I learned that Dave and Carol had been the videographers. Steve was going to use the video to tease his wife, Julie. They were a liberated but older couple; he was around age forty and Julie in her mid-thirties.

I knew Julie well from our luncheon group, but had the feeling that she was holding herself back from doing anything bold sexually. She hadn’t come to any of the sex parties, and had ducked out on some of those discussions over our lunches. I remember her thinking that she’d have to convince her husband to come to a sex party, yet here he was without her. He promised that she’d soon be a member with the rest of us, but first he wanted to shock her with a porn video.

Molly had sex with Steve after dinner that night, and I got him later. He was a hot fuck: a delightful older man with all sorts of stamina, and an attitude about having his sex partner maximize her pleasure with him.

Later that night, I also made love with Ross, Dave’s father. My God, I had no idea that an older man like that could turn somebody my age into a blithering sex zombie. He was wonderful.

Ross and I slept together, but did not make love in the middle of the night. He was like my big teddy bear. We did fuck when we woke up, and then he showed me the morning routine of arriving naked for breakfast in the kitchen, along with just about everybody else from the party the night before. I was really hooked on this crowd.

Dax had ended the night with Trish - Crystal’s older sister. The two of them had really tied one on overnight, too. Unlike Ross and me, the two of them had fucked on and off all night long. I chuckled to myself; Dax would need a nap later that afternoon. He needed to pace himself better.