As he listened to Kara's story, Jared couldn't help but notice that his wife was squirming in her seat a bit, undoubtedly trying not to convey her arousal to the whole room. As the candles flickered about the faces, he wondered what would be next and who. As the dark figure of the Master circled the participants, he was quite surprised when a hand clamped down on his shoulder and said, "You, you will be next."
Jared fidgeted in his chair as he decided what he wanted to share, and what he did not, much like the night that the episode took place, a time of testing, a time of decision making for him was once again at hand. What would he share? What and how much of his wife was he willing to share, was he willing to tell them all his feelings about what had happened, and what had not happened? What he was still unsure of, his worries about sharing her fully with another man? After all, that is why they had come, wasn't it, to share their feelings and misgivings about sharing each other on a new level?
Jared and Tricia were a happy couple. They had been married for about 5 years. Their sex life had been nothing short of explosive since day one, and knowing before their first date that Tricia was Bi had only enticed Jared, and he was intrigued at what possibilities she might bring to his life. And that she had done. He had experienced things that other guy's dream of and never see, let alone get to participate in. But where should they draw the line? That was the recent question, and the elusiveness of its answer is what brought them here.
As Jared began to speak to the group, he was still unsure of what he would say, but now was the time, it was all or nothing, and the prospect of nothing was too bleak for him to think about.
"Well, this is my wife Tricia," Jared said, as he nodded to his right.
As he did the group took notice of the lovely blonde sitting next to him. She had a beautiful face and her golden curls created an outline down her long neck as they spilled out over her shoulder and came to rest cupping her bountiful DD breasts. Her glorious green eyes had a fire all their own in the flickering candle light, and a hint of a woman who had seen and experienced much in her 32 years.
Tricia is "bi" and because of that we have had many wonderful experiences in our relationship. We have had many girlfriends through the years, but we have always stopped short of actual intercourse with any added friends.
This summer we had a new experience with a buddy of mine who was getting divorced. And it left me feeling that I wanted more to happen between us, or actually between Tricia and him.
My buddy Matt had been having a pretty rough time since his divorce had started. And we all knew that one of the major problems in the relationship had been his lack of opportunity to experience anything "different" or "unusual" sexually. He had heard all my bragging rights about the women that Tricia shamelessly brought into our marriage bed year after year to share with me and had lived vicariously through our sex stories and experiences.
It was a hot summer afternoon and the 3 of us were out at our pool. Tricia and I were busy telling Matt the tale of our newest girlfriend and he was listening as I described the mind-blowing pleasure of receiving a double blowjob.
As I told him the story of meeting Kelly, Tricia's latest fling for the 1st time, we all became a little aroused. After all, I had met this woman only an hour before I had the opportunity to bury my face in her wet cunt while my wife rode me to explosive proportions. In telling the story I had said enough to make Tricia very appreciative because she was now leaning back against my cock in the pool and rubbing it under the warm water as she downed her Corona and acted as innocent as a little lamb.
As the conversation continued and we heard more of the things that Matt had been missing for years, Tricia began to feel that she should be Matt's Florence Nightingale, and that we should help him to broaden his experiences. There are just certain things a guy wants to get to experience at least once in a lifetime, and for me the list was very near empty, while he stood holding a full card.
Matt was noticeably excited by Tricia. And who wouldn't be. The beautiful tan body, her full melon size tits, wet in her suit and standing at full attention for both of us men to enjoy. Her round tight ass with the wet strip of neon orange fabric gently spreading her luscious cheeks apart, barely covering her two wet warm holes from our view. Her beautiful pink lips, slippery, shiny and inviting.
And of course Matt and I both knew that there was a special attraction in Tricia that could not be found in every woman, the rare beauty of a woman who loved enough to share new things, and always keep things spicy in her relationships.
I remember Tricia fawning over Matt as she listened to his complaints about his ex-wife. Her attention was subtle though, as always. She flirted with him while she shoved her hand into my swim trunks and freed my ever-growing erection. I nestled my lips in to the side of her long slender neck so that I could catch her scent in the summer breeze, and nibble and kiss her there, it was her most vulnerable spot.
She turned to face me, our eyes met. We had talked about this before, about helping Matt out now during the lonely phase of his divorce. As she peered into my soul with those grass green eyes of hers I knew what she was asking, without words, and I responded with a gentle nod.
She leaned back against the side of the pool, now between Matt and I, resting her arms on either side, making her huge tits stick out even more. I gave her a gentle nudge to tell her it was okay, that I wanted her to go for it.
Matt was telling us about another ex-lover of his, and then he said that he had to get going after one more beer. Tricia saw this as her window of opportunity.
"Well, you should come back again when you can stay long enough for me to help you out with all of this." Tricia boasted. Matt answered that he would.
"Or maybe I should just come over there now and check things out, see what you actually have to offer me under those trunks of yours—see if you are as turned on by the prospect as you say you are." Tricia remarked.
"Maybe you should," replied Matt.
"Maybe I will"—Tricia said.
I was amazed with her ability to be so sexy and such an alluring come on to this buddy of mine, someone she had never really entertained the idea of having sex with. I found her so irresistible at that moment.
She slid around the side of the pool a bit and reached her hand down to the outside of Matt's trunks and gently stroked his completely stiff cock as she gulped down a sip of Corona from the other hand. I let them alone for a few seconds. Just sitting back against the sidewall of the pool to watch my horny wife in action as she did her best to come on to another man in my presence. From where I sat she was having no trouble at all, but then Tricia had always been a very natural flirt.
"Mmmmm, well, I believe you do have something in mind for me about now don't you." Trisha chuckled. "Maybe I should get a closer inspection."
"Definitely," Matt answered.
At that Matt leaned in and started shoving his tongue down my wife's throat as she pulled his cock and balls out of the trunks and gave him a great hand job. The kiss was lasting forever it seemed, and it kind of annoyed me a little. I was completely turned on by watching them, yet a little pissed all at the same time. It was one of those kisses, a first kiss between two totally turned on individuals—the ones with the fireworks and lust of something new and daring. As they continued to kiss I moved up behind Tricia and kissed and caressed her neck as I watched them over her shoulder. I slid my hand down to her pussy to spread her lips open with my fingers, wanting to get her hot and wet for Matt. When I did Matt slid his hand between my fingers and shoved them deep inside of my wife's hotbox, causing her to moan out loud, and shudder just a bit.
It was then that I realized our neighbors were outside at their garage. And I said that I thought we were causing a bit too much commotion to be outside—and we headed in to the house dripping wet, freezing in the cold of the air conditioning. Tricia's nipples hard enough to cut glass, that's were it all really began.