I dressed in shorts and another t-shirt and walked back to the only place I imagined she’d be. I didn’t want a confrontation so I skirted Ian’s property and approached from the open land in back. I wanted to peer over their fence to see if the party was still going on. I figured that if Amber was there then I would confront her.
With an almost full moon and the muted pool lighting (which were the only lights on) I easily saw the pool area and patio from my vantage point. Best of all I doubted anyone could see me. At first I didn’t see Amber. Who I did see were Josh Miller and Mia Kelly lying on one lounger while Ian and Selina were crammed into another. All were naked. That’s when I heard the splash and concentrated on the pool. Amber had her arms around Eric Kelly’s neck and they were hugging, from the waist down underwater. My wife didn’t have a top on so I assumed she didn’t have bottoms on either. When she bounced up slightly and wrapped her legs around Eric’s waist, I had no doubt what was about to happen. She threw her head back and they fucked so hard water splashed everywhere around them.
I should have been angry or jealous but instead I was aroused. Watching her fuck like that was better than porn. HEARING her was better than porn. After everything I saw today leading up to this moment I couldn’t blame her, or be shocked. She IS gorgeous and how often would she get the chance to be fucked by a hung pro? I was a fit guy and basically good looking, but I wasn’t in Eric Kelly’s area code.
Her moans and screams drew Ian and Selina into the pool to get a better view of the action. Josh and Mia weren’t moving—well, they were moving but it was all up and down action, shaking the hell out of the double-sized chaise lounge they were on.
“Jesus, look at her,” I heard Ian clearly enough even at this distance.
“Would you like a piece of that?” Selina said.
I didn’t hear a reply from Ian because my wife’s orgasmic cries reached jet engine level.
After my wife dismounted (how else could I describe it?) Ian and Selina crowded her, and the three of them continued to fondle and stroke her and were obviously rewarded with further orgasmic waves. By that time I’d dropped my shorts and unceremoniously came all over a scrub bush that was in front of me.
Amber kissed Eric before climbing out of the pool, following Ian toward the lounge chair he’d vacated earlier. Eric pulled himself up on the pool’s rim and sat there with his feet dangling in the water. Before Selina waded to him I saw in the vivid moonlight that he definitely had something else dangling. As expected the man was hung, and once again I didn’t blame my wife for succumbing to her desire to try it out. It’s no wonder she had that orgasm.
While Selina Miller orally serviced Eric, Ian pulled Amber atop him in the chair and now they were kissing and fondling. Soon Amber was astride him and taking his cock deep into her, that perfect tight to-die-for ass facing my way, an ass she was giving away much too freely. As she rode him, the moonlight glistened on his shaft, definitely wet as it should be coming out of Amber’s nympho vagina.
I heard Ian say, “Damn, are you tight!” I didn’t hear her reply beyond moans.
What I did hear was a moan that hadn’t come from the pool area. By that time I was jerking off again to the sight of my wife with Ian, so the sound was a distraction, one that drew my attention to a second floor window. Though the light was minimal I made out a shape—a recognizable shape. It was Madison. Evidently the Millers were spending the night here. Another, louder noise escaped the open window that apparently the others were too preoccupied to hear. But I heard it. Maddy was masturbating to the copulating show, and by the sound she climaxed well. More from a mental image than what I could actually see, I came again in a fountain that coated ‘my’ bush with another heavy load.
As soon as Ian and Amber came, Josh picked Amber up into his arms and carried her into the house without any apparent protests on her part. That was my cue to go home and ponder where we would go from here.
Without turning on a light I waited in a living room chair for my wife to come home. In a little more than an hour later her key was in the door. She didn’t turn on a light either, and attempted to tiptoe upstairs but then she saw me in the meager moonlight.
“Oh, honey, you’re awake,” she said, probably running all the ramifications through her mind.
“Come sit,” I said as I switched on a table lamp near me. She chose the sofa. “We’ve never lied to each other, so I hope you don’t start now.” She fidgeted and avoided eye contact. “I know where you’ve been. In fact I suspected something like this when I saw you with Eric Kelly at the party. It’s not every day a hunk who fucks for a living is in the neighborhood, and you had to have him, correct?”
“Please don’t put it like that, sweetheart. You make me sound like a slut.”
“No, you’re not a slut. You’re a vibrant, sexy woman with needs. I know that I don’t always satisfy those needs, so I’m actually not angry with you for whatever you did. In fact, I’m lucky that you’re so desirable to other men. I’ve wondered before when this day would come, and was hoping that when it did it wouldn’t be behind my back.”
“You’ve expected me to cheat?”
“I guess that’s one way to put it. I’ve known since we got married that one man wouldn’t satisfy you.”
“But you have, Carl. I love you and you’re a great lover.”
“I love you too, sweetheart, but what happened today—I suppose it’s now yesterday—proves my point. You need sex partners beyond me and basically I understand. Did you have fun with Eric?” I already knew the answer and then some but I wanted to hear it from her.
“You’re really not mad at me?” she said with a truly puzzled look on her face. This wasn’t what she expected.
“I told you I wasn’t, in fact when I realized you’d gone I actually grew aroused picturing you with the man, especially imagining him as super endowed.”
She sighed and shuddered, and I imagined she just recalled what it felt like. “He was amazing!” she finally said. “You’re right, he is SO big!” She was blushing.
“How many times?” I asked with what I hoped was a reassuring smile.
Sheepishly she answered “Two times, but I came much more than that!” Obviously I didn’t witness the first time. “Are you sure you’re not angry with me?”
“There’s no trap here,” I said, “All afternoon I watched your body language so I knew it was a possibility. I’m assuming others were there besides Ian and Mia?”
“The Millers were there too.”
“Watching, or did everyone participate?”
Another blush, plus she was squirming on the sofa like she was soaking her panties again (if she actually had any on, I thought). “You know about the Millers, don’t you?” When I didn’t answer her she added, “I guess I figured that Madison told you since she seems to confide things in you.”
“Yes, I know they’re swingers. She told me since she’s heard them having orgies and is confused. And you’re right, she does confide in me, and she tells me all the time that she’s a virgin but her parents’ sexual promiscuity is pushing her towards sex and she really doesn’t want to do that.”
“I bet she tells you that because she wants you to take her virginity.”
“No doubt. She even hinted at that yesterday. But I’m not that stupid. And she’s sexually confused.”
“You mean like me?” Amber said barely above a whisper. “Maybe I am—stupid—because we didn’t use a condom.”
“You haven’t said anything but I suppose the ‘we’ wasn’t just you and Eric. Josh? Ian?”
She hung her head and broke eye contact again. “Okay, yes, all of them. Once I got started with Eric I couldn’t stop. I needed a cock in me, continually, to the point I’m now as sore as hell, but that won’t stop me from wanting you. Fuck me, Carl! It’s like I took some sort of aphrodisiac. I need it!”
I went to her on the sofa, but instead of a kiss I held her hand. “If you feel that we should swing with the Mille
rs for your sake then why didn’t you ask me? I’ll go along even though I’m worried about Madison and what it’s doing to her. How do you know she didn’t let Eric or Ian rape her while you were busy?”
Her eyes shot open. “You don’t think they would, do you?”
“That’s my concern right now. Otherwise I’ll do anything that makes you happy and satisfied. Besides being sore, you were satisfied tonight, weren’t you?”
“You know the answer.” That’s when we kissed. We went up to bed and contrary to her pleas I was gentle. Even with the obvious soreness she came quickly. I began to wonder who she was fantasizing about but quashed the thought. By then it didn’t matter to me.
“How early will Danny be home from Mike’s?” I asked when we were finished, basically to ascertain how little sleep we’d actually get.
“It won’t be before noon. Mike’s mom is dropping him off.”
“Good, because we’ll sleep later after I know more about the Millers and who they swing with.”
We lounged in bed into the wee hours of the morning as she told me about the swinging. “It’s mostly with the Kellys based on… er… what I’ve heard. They have friends from outside the neighborhood too. Josh told me that Vangie and Stuart have played with them but it didn’t work out because Stuart was too jealous. Supposedly he’s insecure for having a small dick, and you know how brazen Vangie can be in a crowd.”
Yes, I knew and had seen Vangie’s audacious behavior so what Amber said made sense. “Who else?” I asked.
“Selina’s been working on Gwen Mackie, so she says.”
“What is it, like a challenge to them? I mean, Peter and Gwen are young newlyweds but neither is sexy in my book. Gwen doesn’t seem the adventurous type anyway.”
Amber thought for a few seconds. “Maybe that’s the motivation, to try to get them out of their shell. Besides, maybe there’s a tigress hidden within Gwen that needs the right push to manifest itself.”
“You certainly didn’t need a push,” I said while tweaking one of her stiff nipples.
“You’re wrong. They’ve been after me for months, so the push was meeting Eric. In fact I’ve been wondering if him being at the party to begin with was like a sales pitch or something—my true push.”
“That hadn’t occurred to me, although I wasn’t aware of the swinging until yesterday. So, tell me about Josh. What’s the attraction?”
She laughed, “You’re hard again! This sex talk is turning you on! You’re going to say yes to swinging with them aren’t you?”
“Guilty,” I declared. “Josh?”
She began lazily stroking my stiff cock as she talked. “Honey, you’re a thoughtful lover and you never fail to get me off, but that’s it, you think about me too much. Sometimes a woman just wants to be taken. Josh is like that. He’s a strong lover who simply takes what he wants and doesn’t care if his partner cums or not. He’s very thick and he’s quite robust when he fucks, and those are primarily the reason I’m so sore.”
“I get the thick part, but the rest sounds more like rape than making love.”
“That’s what I mean. Love’s got nothing to do with it. There are times I simply wished you’d fuck me hard, though I know it’s not your nature.”
“Why haven’t you ever told me that’s what you wanted?”
“How does a woman ever tell her good husband her fantasies and needs? It’s not easy.”
“Okay, let’s agree that I’ll join in a swinger party but I can’t promise how much I’ll participate. I don’t really care much for Mia Kelly anyway.”
“We’ll only agree to party with the Millers at first, okay. I’ll confess that I don’t care much For Ian myself.”
“Even though you fucked him?”
“Fucking and liking are two different things. Maybe swinging will teach you that,” she said then laughed. “But first I’m going to borrow the DVDs from Mia so we can watch Eric at work.” Before she went down on my swollen and leaking cock, she smiled and added, “It’ll be the next step in your education.”
I wasn’t about to tell her I’d already seen him in action, with the most gorgeous partner around.
After the special, unexpected blow job we finally fell asleep. It was late morning when I dragged myself out of bed and went looking for breakfast fixings. Before I left the bedroom however I stopped and gazed upon my wife’s body. She was peacefully asleep on her stomach with one leg up and bent at the knee. I still marveled at being the one she chose to marry. Her long and lithe legs were perfect, and nicely attached to the tightest yet roundest ass any woman her age would beg for. And then there was her pussy. She kept it shaven religiously, her outer labia nicely pronounced, which matched any description one could give to her clit. And needless to say, her pussy looked rather moist in the glare of filtered sunlight steaming into the bedroom.
I woke her up with breakfast in bed and urged her to get going before our son got home. The first thing Danny did when he got home was point out the paucity of food in our refrigerator. I volunteered to make a trip to the local market. As I drove down our street and turned the corner there was Madison and her friend Amy. She waved and I quickly realized it wasn’t a hello. She wanted me to stop. I pulled to the curb and pressed down on the button that lowered the passenger side window.
“Hi, Mr. Reynolds. Can you give us a ride to Starbucks?”
I was going to remind her to call me Carl but she probably kept it formal for Amy’s sake. “Sure, hop in. I’m going to the Super Mart and Starbucks is on the way. Actually, an iced coffee sounds good. I’ll pay.”
I was a bit puzzled when, as Maddy opened the car door Amy said, “Maybe next time, Mr. Reynolds,” and to Maddy she said, “Go ahead, I’ll catch up with you later.”
When Maddy was in the car and I drove away from the curb I said to her, “Okay, this is a set-up, right? This was never about Starbucks. What is it?”
She was obviously troubled about something. “Let’s get that iced coffee and we’ll talk.”
I bought a regular iced coffee for myself and a frozen, whipped cream covered something-or-other for her. The shop was crowded so she indicated that we should return to my car. There, she spilled everything but her coffee drink.
“Do you know that your wife was fooling around… with everybody?”
“Yes, I know now. The question is how do you know? Or maybe a second question might be why is it bothering you, or maybe why is it a concern of yours?” What I said stung her, but I couldn’t let on that I’d been watching and that I saw her watching too.
She pouted and replied, “If it doesn’t, like bother you then I guess it doesn’t bother me either. Let my father and Mr. Kelly fuck her all they want. I won’t worry about you anymore.”
“You should realize by now that I’ve always treated you like an adult, so here is some adult news. My wife loves sex. She’s always horny. Since our wedding day I’ve constantly wondered how long it would be before she’d take on other lovers. She was horny even while carrying Danny and that was an interesting time, let me tell you.” Her eyes were agog. It probably was the only time an adult ever told her something like this. “And you can imagine how many men have been after her with her looks. I figure Eric Kelly was the catalyst, and his being at the party was probably his brother’s idea, and your father’s too, to finally get her panties off and join in the swinging.”
“But you don’t really sound mad. You figured she would eventually so you’re okay with it, is that it? I mean, like I understand what you mean about being horny all the time. Like, ever since I first had my periods I’ve…” she hesitated, and looked at me for some facial sign that I would nonjudgmentally accept what she would say. I gave her my best reassuring look and she continued, “…I’ve touched myself… down there. Like, all day.”
“Masturbation is a normal thing, nothing to be ashamed of,” I said. I wasn’t sure about the ‘all day’ part but figured she’d clarify it if she wanted to. “But Carl, it can’t
be normal to want it all the time. Is that what you mean about your wife?”
“Are you saying that you’re like Amber? But you’re a virgin.”
“So far, I guess in the strictest terms, though I don’t, like, have a hymen anymore.” I waited for an explanation that eventually came. “Years ago I told my mother about it, why I always had an itch like that, and she bought me a dildo-thing and a vibrator. I’ve worn those things out, like maybe five or six times a day, and sometimes more than that.”
“So that’s how you lost your hymen,” I said before adding, “You’re a sex addict that hasn’t yet had sex.”
She smiled, “I never thought of it like an addiction. Yeah, I guess that’s what I am.”
“And you’re telling me all this because…?”
She leaned closer to me, making it easier to peer down her t-shirt at her cleavage which I naturally did, just like she wanted me to do. “I’m telling you about me because I want you to be my first. If you understand your wife’s needs then I need you to understand mine.”
“That’s the thing,” I said as I brazenly touched my bulging crotch, “I understand you way too much already. You don’t believe that I don’t desire you, do you?”
“Then why haven’t you ever tried anything with me? I would’ve let you.”
“I know and that’s why. It would be wrong any way you slice it. You’re too young and I’m not even talking about the legal aspects. In this instance I think your mother has the right idea, with the dildo and vibrator. That’s the way to take care of your urges until you meet the right guy.”
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