Friends Helping Friends Ch 03 2

"Shit Jack, I had no idea your wife could be such a hardass bitch!" Bob said as he walked into the yard the next evening while I was grilling dinner. "I mean, that woman took me to my knees like it was nothing."

"I knew she'd taken a class, but I hadn't ever seen her have to use it."

"Well, she made a believer out of me." He chuckled. "I don't think I'll be calling her that kind of thing anymore either."

"It wouldn't be a good idea."

"You know, when I was fucking Jen and thought it was her, it really was a good fuck. I had no idea Jen could feel so, so, shit, I don't know what to call it. It was different. It didn't feel like her."

"Maybe it was because she'd already had sex?"

"You sure as hell gave her a good fucking. I've never seen her orgasm like that. I mean, even when we're having a lot of sex, she doesn't come like she did on you. Fuck, she came grinding herself on you, after you already made her climax with your fingers, and then twice more with you inside. Then she came for me and again after we got home. Hell, that was what, six times? I had no idea she could come like that."

"Maybe she's got more to offer than you think."

"I dunno. I mean, looking at her in the shower this morning, she was still the same old Jen. Not bad looking, but not exactly spectacular either. Not like Mandy. Shit man. She's one fucking hot bitch!"

"Mandy's a lot older. I don't know how you can think she's better looking than your wife. I personally think that Jen is pretty damn sexy."

"Then you take Jen and I'll take Mandy and we'll see who wears out who fastest!" he said with a chuckle.

"Better not let her hear you talking about her like this, you might end up on the floor again."

"Yeah, I know. Never been taken down by a woman before. Kinda hot, isn't it: knowing she could kick your ass if you don't fuck the right way?"

I looked at him, shaking my head. "I don't think that's exactly what she had in mind. It was more, 'don't touch me,' not, 'come have rough sex.' If you tried to rough her up having sex she'd kick your balls so hard you might never find 'em again."

"Does that mean she's talked about having sex with me?"

"Hell no!" I snapped. "You don't get it, do you? Everything she's doing is to try and help you and Jen work together to fix your problems. She's not trying to throw herself in the middle of your relationship."

"But you had sex with Jen. How does that work, that you do and I don't?"

"What? You think that because I had sex with Jen that Mandy should put out?"

"Sure, sounds fair to me, right?"

"I didn't have sex with Jen for my pleasure. I had sex with your wife so that you'd realize that it does make a difference if someone is fucking your wife. I'd be upset as hell to find out Mandy was fucking some other guy. Even worse if it was something she was doing behind my back while on business trips."

"It wouldn't have to be behind your back. I mean, you could have had any woman you wanted at that party, just for the asking."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Ellie's party! That's what you were talking about, wasn't it? Me fucking Ellie and those women on business trips? Shit, I didn't have to even hardly ask Ellie. I flirted a little and she said she wanted to show me something. Next thing I know, we're in her bedroom and she's butt naked. Hell, she didn't have anything on but that dress. She was expecting to be laid by someone. Just turned out to be me."

"Wait, you're saying she was planning on having sex at the party?"

"Dude, more than half the women there didn't have anything on under their dresses. What do you think?"

"And you know this, how?"

"Because at least four different women showed me their goodies," he said with a grin. "If I'd have known that it was a quiet swap party before I got to Ellie, I might have laid more than just her."

"Quiet swap party?"

"Yeah, that's what Ellie called it. Quietly swapping partners. Just for a little while. Ellie told me about it while she was getting dressed. I thought you knew and just weren't playing."

"Shit. I had no idea. Explains a lot, though."

"Like?"

"The number of women that were hitting on me any time Mandy was away from me. Hell, I had one stick her hand down my pants."

"Well, now you know why." He chuckled.

"How the hell did we get invited to a swingers party?"

"Jen and Mandy were both invited by Ellie, so you'd have to ask them, unless Ellie invited you hoping to get into your pants. I have to admit, you did one hell of a job making Jen scream last night."

"Ellie wouldn't try and do that, not with Mandy right there, would she?"

"She slipped off and fucked me with Jen there. Why wouldn't she do you too? I bet if Mandy would have disappeared for a little while you'd have had all you could handle. I'm surprised some of the guys there didn't put moves on her."

"She wouldn't have taken to it very well."

"Who wouldn't have taken to what very well?" my wife asked as she walked out the back door with a beer in her hand. "Hello Bob. Arm feeling okay today?"

He grinned at her. "Yeah. Feels fine. Never would have thought you'd take me down like that."

"You keep pissing me off, I might make it more of a habit." She turned and looked at me. "So, who would have been upset about what?"

"Bob was telling me that that party where he bedded Ellie. It was a swingers party: something called a quiet swap party. If some guy tried to put the moves on you, you wouldn't have taken it very well."

"Who says some guy didn't 'put the moves on me', as you put it."

"One did?"

"Several did. And don't think I didn't see that young woman put her hand down your pants. Yes, I knew what kind of party it was, and I agreed to go, but not to participate, but to watch."

"To watch? Watch what? " I asked in surprise.

She shrugged. "How it worked. Ellie's been trying to get me to agree to let her try you out, with Ron getting to try me out. She convinced me to come to the party, just to see how it all works, no expectations. Just watch, talk to people, that kind of thing."

"Wait, you're thinking about trying swapping? Since when?" I asked, almost dropping my spatula as I turned toward her.

"Oh, off and on for a while. Greg was hitting on me one day when I was laying out getting some sun. I told him I wasn't interested unless he brought Ronnie over naked for you. I figured it'd shut him up."

"Wait, you told Greg that he could have sex with you if he brought Veronica over naked?"

"Not exactly, but that's how he took it. But after a few times of him coming over and chatting me up while I wasn't wearing a hell of a lot, it got me thinking. When Ellie told me that she does other guys and I should try it, I guess it got me wondering why she did it."

"Shit!" I swore quietly, turning back to the grill as the flames leapt up, trying to devour the meat. "Explains why he was so hot to watch us having sex that night." I said with a frown while I shuffled the meat on the grill so it didn't all burn.

She chuckled softly. "Wouldn't have been the first time he's seen us, lover. Apparently, that telescope he keeps by the sliding door of their bedroom, supposedly for looking at stars, can see into our bedroom."

"Explains the new curtains, but how did you know?"

"Ronnie told me. Said that he asked her the other day what it would take to get her to walk into our yard naked."

"Good lord."

"Don't worry. She isn't going to be doing it any time soon. The price is too high. For now, if Greg gets a little peek now and then, well, what the hell, right?" She said with a little shrug.

"The price?"

She chuckled. "She told him that she'd only do it if she could have sex with you for a whole night, not just some stupid little quickie."

"You turned that down I'm sure."

"I did, but then, I dunno, since then I started thinking, and it got me wondering. If the guy was as sweet and gentle as you are when you make love to me, it might be fun to try once, even if it did mean loaning you out for a while."

"Hell, I'm game right now!" Bob said quickly.

My wife said, "But I'm not. You don't offer me anything I don't already have even better. Jack's dick is bigger than yours, and you're too gruff and selfish. For you, sex is all about you getting off."

"Isn't it for everyone?"

"God, Bob. You have a lot to learn about women. Sex isn't just about the act of fucking. I mean, fucking is great, but women want more. We want to be treated like we're important. Making love to us means taking our emotions and sensuality into account and letting us climax before you blow your load. Find what pleases us, what tantalizes us, what kind of touch to we like, where do we like to be kissed, how do we like to be kissed. We can be a tease, but we also like to be teased, seduced, coaxed. So no, it isn't just about getting yourself off, it's about getting your partner off."

"Doesn't seem that way to me."

"And that's why you're not going to be having sex with me any time in the foreseeable future."

"You really told Greg that he could have sex with you if Veronica came over naked?" I asked, still more than a little surprised at the whole conversation.

"Sure, but it isn't like she's going to any time soon, so what's the harm in letting him fantasize?"

"And you call me mean?" Bob said as he shook his head. "I better get back. Dinner was almost ready."

"See you, Bob!" Mandy said as he walked away. She stood by me for a few minutes, watching me grill. "You know, I really have no interest in fucking him."

"That's good."

"But the idea of sex with someone else, it isn't as out there as you might think. I mean, Ellie has a point. Done right, it can reinforce a relationship."

"And done wrong it can kill one. I read somewhere that, over eighty percent of open relationships end in divorce, or something like that."

"Ahhh. See, that's just it: in an open relationship you go off and have sex with whoever you want, whenever you want. That isn't what Ellie does. She and Ron share. They have to agree on who and when. Sometimes it's a couples thing, both of you paring off with each other, and other times it's inviting a third in."

"A third? Like another woman?"

"Or another man. Why does it have to be a woman?"

"If you expect me to have sex with another man, you're barking up the wrong tree."

"I didn't say you had to have sex with another man. I just said another man having sex with us, as in, me. It might be fun to try having two guys taking me at once. I mean, I love you, and your cock, but you can only service one hole at a time."

"Honey, you don't even like oral sex all that much."

"Doesn't mean that I don't want to try something different once. Or are you afraid to? You did alright last night with both of us servicing Jen."

"Yeah, since when do you let another woman between your legs?"

"Since last night. Ellie says there's nothing like a woman licking you. Different than a man. She's right. You're good, but that was, I dunno, different."

"No wonder you agreed to do what we did with them that night. You'd already been thinking about it, weren't you?"

"A little."

"And you didn't think it was something we should have talked about?"

"Honey, if Ellie came over and said 'I want to fuck you and your wife', would you say no?"

"Well... um,"

"Yeah. That's what I thought," she said with a grin. "Tell me you didn't have fun with Jen last night?" she asked, stepping to my side and pressing her tits against my arm. She set the beer on the little side table on the grill and then hand reach down toward my crotch. I felt her fumbling with the front of my shorts, and in a few moments she had them unsnapped and sliding down my legs to pool around my ankles. She pushed down my boxer briefs, first one side and then the other, so they were around my thighs with my hard-on poking out. "Uh huh. That's what I thought, too. You did enjoy it, didn't you?"

"I'd be lying if I didn't, but that doesn't mean I want to make it an everyday thing."

"Wouldn't want to do that, would we? But you have to admit, helping them out as been an interesting trip."

"It has."

"Interesting enough to, say, try something different?" she asked as she slowly stroked my rock-hard dick.

"Such as?"

"I don't know. It could be interesting to feel someone else in there once. You enjoyed being inside of Jen, right? Shouldn't I get the same chance?"

"I suppose that's a fair statement."

"But you're not thrilled about it?"

"Not especially. How about we just let things sit a few days or so and see how it feels later?"

She nodded, knelt down in front of me and stroked my dick, aiming it at her face. "Maybe I need to do this a little more often, just to get used to it?" she asked before closing her lips around my now-engorged head.

"Oh damn. That's not fair."

"What isn't?" she asked as she pulled her mouth of my rigid member for a moment.

"Using sex to try and convince me to do something." I groaned as she started to suck my dick again.

She pulled her face off and looked up at me. "Lover, I've been doing that since we got married. I just didn't ever have to work this hard to convince you. But not to worry, I'm nothing if not persistent once I make up my mind."

"Yeah, I know." I groaned as she went back to sucking my dick again. She was right, when I thought about it. She'd used sex a number of times to convince me to do things for her. The question was, would it work this time?

---o---

I had to admit I wasn't all that sure what to think of Mandy's suggestion. She'd always been enough for me, and until this thing with Jen, well, there hadn't been anyone in that way, ever. But, the seed was planted and the idea seemed to have taken root in both of us. We mentioned it to each other over the next several weeks, at least half a dozen times, so it wasn't exactly a surprise when I came home from work to find Ellie there. What I didn't know was what the two were planning.

"Jack!" Ellie said as she walked over to me, wearing a very skimpy little red dress, and by skimpy I mean her 36 D's were intentionally falling out of the top and the skirt was so short that I wasn't even sure it even covered all of her butt. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body to mine. "So, we decided that if we're going to get you to try this, maybe you need a little extra convincing."

"Try what, exactly?"

"Mandy said you were a bit worried about how it would feel watching her and Ron together, so we came up with this idea."

"And that is?"

"Together, but not together."

"I don't get it."

"We're going to ease into this. Starting with a special dinner date tonight."

"Okay. What makes it special?"

"You and I are going to dinner, while Mandy and Ron go to dinner elsewhere. No sex, just a little time together to get more intimately familiar with each other."

"I see. And where are we going?"

"You'll see." She grinned.

"And Mandy and Ron?"

"He's chosen a quiet little place," she said with a squeeze. "The whole idea is you don't need to know. You should have fun with me, and let them have their fun. Again, no sex, so nothing to worry about. Then you two can discuss it and see if you want to continue or not."

"Seems reasonable."

"Good. Now let's get you changed."

"Changed?"

"Uh huh. You're way over dressed."

She pulled away from me and pulled me by the hand to the stairs that led up to the master bedroom, pulling me up them after her. We walked into the master bedroom where I saw a western shirt and jeans on the bed. "So, here are your clothes. Other than your socks, that's all you get."

"Okay," I answered hesitantly. I'm not what I'd call western, but if she wanted me to wear that, I guess I could. I turned to look at her as she leaned against the door. "You going to stay here and watch?"

"I haven't ever seen the hardware Mandy keeps raving about, so I wouldn't mind, if you dont. " I frowned and she laughed. "Alright. But just so you know, you get to wear the same underwear I am."

"I'm not wearing women's underwear!" I said as she was halfway out the door. She stopped, looked back at me, rolled her eyes. She flipped the back of her skirt, flashing me her bare butt before she stepped the rest of the way out and closed the door.

I looked at the bed and shook my head. "Dumbass!" I swore at myself as her comment sank in.

I stripped to nothing but my socks and dressed in the pants and shirt. I felt a little odd wearing no briefs, but then she was wearing that tiny skirt with no panties, which most certainly would show a hell of a lot more than I would. I walked out in my stocking feet, and down the stairs. "Here I am."

"Woo hoo. Damn honey, you look hot in those pants!" my wife said with a low whistle.

"Yeah, I kinda feel poured into 'em."

"That's what stretch jeans are supposed to be like. I think they're perfect," Ellie said. "Hopefully these'll fit." She reached down and picked up a pair of western boots and held them out to me. They were a tad large, but not horrible.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Now you and I go to dinner. We need to let your wife change before Ron comes."

"What are you wearing?" I asked my wife.

"I'm not supposed to tell you."

I raised my eyebrows.

"All I can tell you is that it isn't as short as Ellie's and I'll be wearing just as much as she is. Beyond that, it's a secret."

Ellie said, "Suspense and mystery is part of the game. Neither of you know where you're going to dinner. What I can promise is that there won't be anything more than touching and kissing, well, as long as you don't ask which set of lips got kissed." She giggled. "Nothing that can't be walked back. After tonight, you two talk about it and if you want to go further, we'll set some new ground rules and take the next step. This is about keeping a good relationship strong, not destroying one, so you'll have plenty of time to adjust or stop."

I sighed softly. "Alright, I guess. I'm not sure I'm one-hundred percent ready for this though."

"No-one is the first time. Ron and I weren't. We just jumped in with both feet. Sometimes I wish we'd done it a bit slower."

"We appreciate you doing this. I'm sorta interested in trying this, but like Jack said, not quite one-hundred percent." Mandy said, suddenly showing some hesitation now that things were actually in motion.

Ellie reached out and rubbed Mandy's arm for a moment. "Trust me, Ron will be very easy and respectful. He won't do anything you don't agree to. True, the request might not be verbal, but it'll be refuseable." She turned to me. "Shall we?"

"I guess," I agreed, helping her pull on her long down coat, considerably longer than her dress, leaving the front completely open. I pulled mine on and took her hand, letting her lead me out the door to her car. "So, you're really not telling me where we're going?"

"Nope."

"Or where they're going?"

"Nope," she answered with a smile. "You just pretend this is our first date. Hold me, hug me, touch me, kiss me, make out with me; do anything you want except have sex with me. That's for another day. And yes, if you decided to put your hand between my legs while I'm driving, there wouldn't be much I could do about it, as if I'd want to stop you."

---o---

I had to admit it was an interesting drive. Ellie had to ask three times before I finally leaned over and slipped my hand between her thighs, my fingers quickly working between her very soft and wet lips, which I hadn't even really seen yet. When the half hour trip was over we were parked in the lot of a non-descript cinder block building with a neon sign "Platinum " on it.

After we parked she awkwardly climbed from the driver seat, across the center console and into my lap, her white cowboy boots in the driver seat and her butt on my lap.