A bit discombobulated, Mike said, “Sarah likes it with other women every once in a while. What’s wrong with watching her do it with them?”
Echoing my earlier questioning, she said “But is that the only fun you have?” as she glanced at his newly risen cock. I knew what she was hinting at—the blow-job she gave him minutes ago.
Mike must have been thinking about the blow-job too. “Sometimes we like swap too, you know, like me with Linda and Dave with Sarah.”
“Do the girls go for that?” Jackie asked with a gleam in her eye. Maybe we could do that now, like my friend Angel with Dave and your wife, while I would love to be part of a threesome with you and hot Linda. What do you say?”
By this time most of the couplings were breaking off, with several women heading to the punchbowl for refills before reconnecting in new ways along the wall. They all looked exhausted, and that had me wondering if I’d be worth anything at work later this morning.
Jesus yes, this morning!
Carolyn was still in Clarice’s face, probably playing surrogate mother and warning her away from Heather. I took the opportunity to catch Heather’s attention and beckon her over to sit with me.
The only activities taking place on the big mat were Sarah and Carly curled up together in post-orgasmic languor, along with Linda similarly entwined with Candy while Angel lay face down next to them. Jackie, still wearing panties, succeeded in dragging Mike over to Linda, who became newly animated at the sight of her husband’s friend’s proud erection. Mike remained oblivious to Jackie’s ‘equipment’ yet Linda immediately saw the possibilities. She summarily dismissed Candy and welcomed the two arrivals. Likewise, Carly knew enough to extract herself away from Sarah and get eager Dave to join her. With Angel too, of course. Both men were primed for the big surprise.
I gazed at Heather as she watched the happenings. “You’ve got that special glimmer, so I guess the night’s experiences have been pleasurable,” I said after a suitable interval.
She looked at me like she just realized who was next to her, and then she smiled and laid her head on my shoulder. “Yeah, I never thought being with another woman, never mind more than one could be so goddamned hot. Clarice might to too much to take in a relationship but tonight…”
“She does seem … intense.”
“On a scale of one to ten her lesbian intensity is like eleven!”
The action in front of us was part arousing and part comical. Both men were shocked to find the later arrivals were transgenders but the shock didn’t last long as the wives took the girls’ cocks while the husbands reamed the t-girls’ asses, though not without a bit of clumsy maneuvering to get there.
Heather said, “Are you going to work today, Rog?”
I sighed and said that I had to. And then my phone buzzed again. I’d ignored it last time but now I checked the message. Another photo. I hadn’t thought to hide it from Heather when I called it up. The photo was Griffin doing my wife doggie-style, both of them drenched in sweat. I scrolled to the earlier sent picture before I realized the photo had bothered Heather. I felt like an idiot for not anticipating its impact.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I guess your mom wants to make sure I see the fruits of my desires.”
“Will you take me home with you?” she asked. “Since it looks like Jan is spending the night with them I need a place to crash.”
“Of course you can, sweetheart. I’ll make no demands of you. I’ll even take the couch.”
She laughed and said, “You might be too tired for ‘demands’ of me,” then she looked at my lively cock and added, “On second thought, strike that.” We both laughed while our attention went to the continuing action. One of the guys (I couldn’t tell which one’s ass was in the air) was now ‘open’ to the wonders of being a bottom, as Jackie banged away. Heather commented, “Look at Sarah and the other one. I don’t think I’ve ever seen women outside of a porn movie with so much cum all over them.”
I had to second that observation.
After dressing, Heather and I bid adieu to the crowd, but not before making a check around the room to be sure everyone had a ride and there were enough designated drivers to take care of the heavy punch drinkers. Carly was quite vocal in declaring that she’d make sure both of us got back to Vibe soon. I had no doubt I would. I wondered if we could get Griffin and Jan here. That would be interesting.
When in my car Heather asked, “Are you sure it’s okay for me to sleep at your house?”
I answered, “I hope this doesn’t scare you away, but I’d love it if you were sleeping at my house every night.”
She chuckled. “Tossing Jan out already?”
“Jan who?” I said and then we both laughed all the way home.
No matter how tired we were, we weren’t too tired for some amazing—and quite loud—lovemaking. I was discovering how much Heather loved riding cowgirl, using her long, sexy legs and lithe athletic body to full advantage. Afterward, did she whisper that she loved me or was I already asleep and dreaming?
Chapter 23
Jan
I awoke with a start, as one often does when in a strange bed. Griffin spooned behind me. He seemed to be asleep but I felt his stiff cock at my buttocks. I couldn’t help but think of all the times I kidded Roger about his “morning wood” and how randy he was upon waking. I eyed the bedside clock and lamented that I should be in my own bedroom, getting up and going to work. Calling in sick sounded like a great idea. We hadn’t spoken at all last evening about the morning after, and considering we were in midweek it should’ve been a topic, and now I felt extremely guilty. I wondered what Roger was doing. Was he in our bed? Was he alone? After all, Heather hadn’t come home as far as I knew. Roger hadn’t responded to the photos we sent him so I had no way of gauging how his night went.
However, I knew how mine went. As if reading my mind Griffin nuzzled into the nape of my neck through my hair, whispering “Good morning, lovely lady of my dreams.”
“Good morning,” I answered before saying, “Does somebody want something?”
“Always” was his reply as he moved his erection between my ass cheeks, homing in on my well-used but not yet abused pussy. I wasn’t as wet as usual and he knew it. He entered me slowly, a little at a time until his closeness and the penetration allowed my internal lubrication to catch up to his libido. The lovemaking session had none of the primal urgency that seemed to define our couplings. His thrusts were slow and sinuous and his hands caressed all the right places. I didn’t have to do much, just nestle my ass against him and enjoy the sensations.
Time had no meaning until he mumbled, “I’m cumming…ohhhhhhhhh…” as I felt his spasms inside me.
My orgasm wasn’t quite sublime yet it was satisfying nonetheless.
The smell of brewed coffee drew us out of bed. Griffin and I didn’t consider propriety and went downstairs hand-in-hand without a stitch of clothing on. Nadine was drinking coffee at the kitchen table, and she wasn’t alone.
“C’mon you guys,” muttered Heather as she shook her head. “Couldn’t you at least have put on robes?”
“Okay, okay,” her father answered, “I’ll go get robes.”
As he hurried back upstairs I assessed priorities and poured myself a cup of coffee, ignoring my nudity for the moment. I nonchalantly took a seat at the table across from Heather and asked her how her evening went. I thought it interesting that her eyes continuously drifted to my breasts as she returned to recapping her night, a story already begun for her mother before I arrived downstairs.
To Nadine’s questioning, Heather said, “Yeah, Clarice was pretty demanding, but she did get me off, like more than once.”
“Clarice can be aggressive but she is a fantastic lover if she doesn’t kill you in the process,” Nadine said followed by a laugh. While robed Griffin handed me one to put on, Nadine commented that she liked me naked and then asked her daughter her general impression of the club, especially upstairs.
; I tossed the robe over my chair back and gave Nadine (and perhaps Heather) what they wanted.
Heather answered her mother, “I guess even though you never kept it a secret from me… your bisexuality I mean… I never imagined a bunch of women being that horny. Like, wall to wall sex!”
“Did you like it?” I had to ask.
“I think I did, though maybe I’ll stick to men.”
Nadine, probably for my benefit asked, “Speaking of men, how was Roger? Did he have fun, or did that happen afterwards?”
Heather gave what sounded like an honest account of my husband’s evening, including his liaison in the car with Carly. Then she explained what Nadine’s “afterwards” was all about by unemotionally stating how she spent the rest of the night in my bed. “I still don’t understand what you guys are doing, but I think Roger is special and I liked sleeping with him. Unlike everyone here, he actually went to work this morning.”
Nadine glanced at me as if she would comment on Roger and me but instead asked about Carolyn, Heather explaining how Carolyn seemed to be looking out for her. I picked up on the vibe (no pun intended) that Nadine was conflicted about missing the party and that got confirmed when she made a comment about next time inviting Griffin and me to the club. “The girls would just love to meet you,” was how she put it to me.
My curiosity on the whole lesbian scene and how Roger interacted with it could overcome any hesitancy on my part. It was Griffin I worried about, especially having his wife and maybe his daughter there too. He didn’t jump at the suggestion but he didn’t say no either.
Nadine didn’t want to leave the subject of my husband alone, and after another question about their night together Heather grew exasperated and barked back.
“It wasn’t all sex, you know. Roger was very interested in what I was signed up to take this semester and how the classes fit toward my degree choice. Do you guys ever ask me about it, except how much it costs? He told me about his college years and he gave me some advice, like about choosing classes based on how often they’re offered instead of how easy or hard they are. Like, if you wait and then when you need a credit the class isn’t offered and then you’re screwed. I think that sounds smart and it shows how good a listener he is.”
“So that’s the new pillow talk,” Nadine said sarcastically.
“I’ve talked enough,” Heather said. “I’m going to get ready for work.”
Griffin took that last exchange as a cue to make ourselves scarce. We took our coffees and walked outside to the poolside patio, leaving Nadine alone. Once we were relaxing in poolside chairs, I asked Griffin, “I know I can play hooky for a day, but what about you?”
“We haven’t really talked about it. I guess you could say I’m semi-retired, letting the younger partners run things at the firm. They’re smart enough to keep me involved with the big clients but others take care of the day-to-day business.”
“So, more time to spend with me?”
“That would be a great way to spend my days,” he answered with an infectious smile.
With him looking at me as he was, I felt the special twinge a few centimeters above my vaginal opening. I imagined my clit was probably erect like a small cock, and then I felt the tell-tale trickle of moisture. My nipples ached too. In a husky voice not quite my own I said, “Speaking of spending days together, why don’t we go to my house and use the hot tub.”
“Sounds like a great idea,” he said, still smiling.
We went back in, got dressed and went to his car after he told Nadine where we were going. She wanted to know if she could come along and looked disappointed when Griffin tactfully told her no.
After firing up the hot tub we undressed in silence. Before we entered the roiling water I admired Griffin’s lean body, sending more tingles below the waistline. His expression may be mirroring mine, since he couldn’t take his eyes away from my taut and engorged nipples. They weren’t the only thing engorged at that moment.
We cuddled up to each other and let the heat and the water jets soothe our bodies. “I feel like taking a nap,” I said. “I didn’t realize how exhausting our night was until now.”
He smiled. “We did have quite a night, didn’t we?”
“I have to admit I’m still not completely comfortable sharing you like that with your wife.”
“I wasn’t the one being shared. I believe Nadine and I shared you.”
“Do you like that? Watching me climax with someone else?”
“I’m beginning to come around to your husband’s way of thinking,” he said. “You’re so damned hot and sexy it’s arousing seeing you getting it on with someone else. I mean, I still remember those two friends of my daughter and how you took them both on. Shit, was I jealous then but since I’ve come to terms with the whole thing, as long as I have you. Do I? Have you, that is?”
“You have me,” I murmured in my husky voice of arousal.
Our passionate kiss was accompanied by all the touching and squeezing two lovers do. When both of us couldn’t take it anymore he lifted me out of the water, rested my ass on the tub’s edge and slid his length into my wet, hungry vagina all the way to my womb, at least that’s how it seemed. He held me tight as I wrapped my legs around him. Our lips came back together again, or more accurately our tongues did. His thrusts were short yet powerful, and I felt the first wave of what I knew would be an orgasmic tsunami heading my way.
Those three words.
They could have scared me. They could have derailed the train of my climax.
Instead when I began to cum and Griffin said, “I love you,” an earthquake joined the tsunami and my orgasm was a twelve on a scale of ten. My body shook, my legs clamped down on him, and the noises I made didn’t sound like me at all. He repeated it. “I love you, Jan” as he poured his seed into the deepest part of me.
We clung together for a while until we fell back into the hot, roiling water. That’s when I said the three words.
After we dried and dressed, he took me to a popular lunch spot in town. We were later than the usual lunch time so the place wasn’t crowded. I had a sinfully delicious lobster salad and vowed to come back here someday for another. When Griffin began talking about his law firm again and a small task he needed to do later, I asked if I could go with him. For a lawyer he can be so transparent, at least with me, so I knew he was debating how he would ‘explain’ me to the people he worked with. I eventually won out.
He introduced me as “a friend.” Some of the looks I received were telling, and had me wondering if Griffin had been a player around the office in the past. One of the lawyers he introduced me to was Erik Adare, an amazingly handsome man who let me know with his eyes that he was definitely a player.
In Griffin’s office with the door closed he told me a few stories about Mr. Adare. “He’s supposedly slept with every woman who has ever worked here,” he said with a little chuckle. “You met Mary-Clair at the front desk?” referring to a gray haired, reed thin woman who had to be at least fifty or maybe older. He saw my expression and said, “Yes, Erik’s fucked her too, and she’s not afraid to talk about it.”
“If it’s all true, he’s playing with fire with all the sexual harassment laws nowadays. He’s a lawyer so he has to know that.”
Griffin smiled and replied, “There isn’t a single, or married woman, for that matter who would turn him in since rumor has it the guy is hung, his dick like an elephant’s truck, at least that’s how I overheard Janice and Mary-Clair describe his equipment. Besides, I guess he’s got stamina and is egotistical enough that he won’t turn any woman down. You should have seen Beth! I heard he even did her! So why would any woman in this office complain?”
I didn’t want to imagine what Beth looked like. ‘Elephant trunk’ did conjure up an interesting image in my mind. “You know something, Griffin? I think you’re jealous.”
“I won’t belabor the word, though I think envious is more accurate than jealous.”
“No need for
envy anymore, now that you have me.”
“You can say that but I saw the look when you were introduced and your face when I told you about his anatomy. You’d fuck him in a heartbeat, just like all the other women.” His expression didn’t match the accusatory words. That’s when I figured out the gist of our conversation. “You WANT me to let him make a pass. You’ve come around to thinking like Roger now that you’ve seen me in action with others, right? There’s a part of you that would want to see him and me, isn’t there?”
He sheepishly admitted it had crossed his mind.
I told him to finish what he had to do while I went to speak with spry old Mary-Clair. She was blunt in saying what the others wouldn’t. “You’re his new squeeze, aren’t you?”
I chuckled. “Does anybody say that anymore—his squeeze?”
“I do, honey, but then again I am the old lady around here.”
“Yes, I’m his lover, and no way are you the old lady,” I said looking her up and down.
“I see a ring on your finger.”
“Yep, I’m married, like Griffin is. Without going into all the details let’s just say that my husband approves of an open marriage.”
“What about the dyke? Does she approve?”
“Wow, okay, you mean Nadine. Well, so far she is approving, but then again she has her own lovers.”
“More dykes,” she said dismissively, and then quickly added, “I know, I know, I’m never gonna be accused of being PC, especially around this liberal establishment,” motioning around the office, her eyes lingering on Erik as he stood to one side with some papers in his hand, pretending not to be watching me.
“Is he everything they say?” When she said nothing, I said, “Okay, you can fess up to me. Griffin’s pretty envious.”
Like a conspirator she moved closer and whispered. “He’s even more than they say,” with her hands spread a bit more than a foot apart.
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