A few days had passed after my discovery of Bar Ten and of Rachel's first transformation into deviant, and after returning home from our jobs or my time at the "gym" we had fucked on a nightly basis since. Some of those times her strap-on had come out to play and my throat and arse had more than welcomed it each time. Other times I had regained control back from my wife and fucked her senseless to let her know I wasn't completely under her command. The blow job she had finally given me hadn't been a single occurrence either and to my delight she continued to pleasure me with her lips throughout the week.
After returning to work I had finished almost every day at the office with a trip to Bar Ten where I had my cock sucked and fucked, or sucked a cock myself, each time. With each trip to the glory holes combined with Rachel's training of my mouth with the strap-on, I had become more and more skilled at the art of fellatio. One of the visits to the bathroom had involved a new cock waiting for me in the opposite hole after every one that I had made explode into my throat until I had eventually devoured four in a row. During another of the visits I had felt two mouths simultaneously pleasuring me through the hole and heard the sounds of both male and female pleasure on the other side.
When we weren't working or fucking, Rachel and I had continue unpacking throughout the week and as the house became more homely and lived in, we settled in more each day. Some more of the neighbours had stopped by to welcome us to the neighbourhood with gifts of flowers, alcohol and meals they had prepared.
Dale and Tammy were the first to drop by brandishing a Filipino curry that Tammy had prepared for us as they figured that we wouldn't have much time for cooking between getting our home in order. We invited them in for drinks and chatted for a while and quickly came to the realisation that Dale was utterly dull, and his monotonous droning on had almost sent Rachel and I into a deep slumber.
It was Tammy that I had kept my attention and curbed my increasing desire to ask them, or him at least, to leave. She sat daintily across from us joking aloud to invigorate the conversation each time it bordered on monotony with brilliantly white teeth gleaming and two soft mounds of silicone bouncing with every laugh. Her ochre skin shone radiantly in the sunlight seeping through the windows and she playfully whipped her thick black hair aside. I had even caught Rachel glaring over at her lost in admiration. When they said their goodbyes Rachel once again invited them to the house warming party which we had since decided would take place on the following weekend. Part of me prayed for Dale to announce he was busy but to my disappointment they both accepted.
Shortly after on the same evening we received a visit from Jessica who had decided to drop by. She flashed a coy smile at me as I opened the door to greet her, and all I could do was smile back as I remembered the strings of my cum that she had displayed so proudly on her face just a few nights prior. An elegant slim-fitting silky purple dress clung to her supple body and her breasts pressed firmly upwards as if trying to escape it.
"Hey handsome," she greeted me with a sweet tilt of her head and pushed a bottle of white wine into my chest. "Peter and I were supposed to be heading to a party but he's stuck at the office for a little while and I got bored waiting for him to come and pick me up. It's not a bad time is it?"
"Not at all, come in," I replied ushering her into the foyer and bravely leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek.
As I invited her in Rachel had emerged from upstairs almost excitedly as if she had heard Jessica's voice from the bathroom and rushed down to meet her. The two women sat down at the kitchen table talking and giggling amongst themselves while I corked the wine and poured it into three glasses. Jessica surveyed me carefully as I brought their drinks to them and sat them down on the table.
"Did you like... that thing you bought?" Jessica asked my wife, careful not to reveal the item in question in case Rachel had not surprised me with it yet.
Rachel sipped at her wine and smiled widely around the glass. "Yes, very much so," she replied pushing her glasses further back up her nose.
"Thank you for your input on that," I added as I sat down beside them.
"Oh you're welcome sweetie," she said and turned back to my wife. "Told you he'd like it, and you would too. I get to use mine every now and then with Peter... more so when we have another girl with us. It never stops being fun."
"We first used it right here actually," Rachel responded and tapped the edge of the table where she had first bent me over and penetrated me with the new toy.
"Oh, that's hot," Jessica replied as she looked around surveying the table. She focused intently on the table for a moment and bit her lip, and I assumed she was picturing the rough pounding my wife had given my virgin arse there. "And the other things I told you about?"
"Some of it," my wife answered with another knowing smile and sip of her wine.
I wondered what Jessica had meant. Rachel had confessed to only buying the strap-on so I knew it wasn't other toys she was referring to. I surmised that Jessica had been giving my wife tips for things to try out, and figured the rimming and playing of my arse, and the feeding me my own semen was just some of the things she had suggested. If there were more then I was curious to see what else Rachel had in store.
"What's this party you're going to?" Rachel asked.
"Oh, it's a fancy Swingers party," Jessica replied with an abrupt honesty that even after knowing how sexually uninhibited she was still managed to surprise the two of us. "You know, masquerade masks, dark rooms with various levels of depravity occurring. Real 'Eyes Wide Shut' stuff. I'm just a bit pissed Peter's late, we're going to miss the good stuff at the start."
"Oh cool," Rachel said swilling the wine around her glass before taking another gulp.
"You want to come? There's still time," she asked and lowered her hand atop Rachel's.
Rachel was learning, and must have sensed my attention perking up, and quickly declined the offer before I had chance to accept. "No, it's ok thanks. I don't think we're quite ready for that yet."
"Suit yourself. Give me a bell if you're ever interested though. They're pretty frequent and I'd love to have you both come along at some point," Jessica slumped back into her chair appearing somewhat disappointed. She was about to say something else when her phone rang loudly in her handbag. Peter was calling and she answered swiftly. "Hey baby. Sorry I'm just over at Rich & Rachel's. No nothing like that. Ok honey, I'll be there in a minute, meet you in the car," she said into the phone. She hung up and tossed the last of her wine down her throat. "Got to go lovelies, thanks for keeping me entertained briefly."
We walked Jessica to the door to say our goodbyes and as we closed the door behind her Rachel turned to me with a chuckle. "Swingers party," she said with raised eyebrows. "She is going to stop surprising me at some point right?"
The next day after Rachel had returned from work, and I had returned from spraying my semen into another stranger's pussy through the glory holes at Bar Ten, we received further welcome visits from more neighbours. Tara and Paul were the first to stop briefly by and gifted Rachel with a bouquet of lilies as they greeted us. Their visit was so swift that I had barely chance to learn anything about them. They apologised as they explained they were on their way out to dinner and just wanted to say hello, and left shortly after.
The next visit was from Helena and Brendan, a young couple in their early twenties who lived in the house that we had visited previously when no one was home. Brendan was an underwriter for a mortgage company whose head office was located somewhere between Rock River and the nearby town. He was tall, and skinny, with a close-shaved head and pointed black goatee. His skin had a slight tinge of light brown and I wondered if one of his parents was from the Middle East somewhere.
Helena also had a somewhat foreign nature about her and resembled an ex I had once dated from Greece. Her hair was dyed a bright poppy red and her eyes deep pools of a beautiful light blue that seemed to glow unnaturally when she gazed at us. She was remarkable and I was so captivated by her that even Rachel had begun to notice and playfully swat at me to alert me to how obvious I was being. I had started to wonder if Rock River was only drawing in the most stunning of women to populate it.
"What do you do Helena?" Rachel asked the gorgeous girl as we sat in the lounge sipping slowly at the coffee she had just served.
"Not a whole lot to be honest," Helena replied. "I've not long finished my degree and looking for work at the moment. It's tough though, not a whole lot going out there."
"What did you study?" I asked her.
"Web design and development," she replied to my surprise.
Rachel must have sensed my intrigue as she looked over at me suspiciously.
"Really? You got a portfolio?" I continued to ask inquisitively.
