[As expected, I've received comments to end the story at Chapter 13. Others are sorry to see it end and have offered interesting twists to continue this story or pivot into another related series. I like some of them. I had already written Chapters 14 and 15 and have held them back to see what the comments were. There are enough 'keep goings' to warrant posting these two stories. Admittedly, Chapter 15 ends without proper endings but I could only see more of the same daily sexual exploits by all concerned and I'm sure that gets boring after awhile. If I get a spark of inspiration to continue this story in some interesting way, I'll come back to it.
This story was geographically accurate and the neighbors and family actually exist but all the physical attributes are more contrived than not. Their sexual proclivities are fiction as well, as you might expect. This story was fun to write because of my familiarities with the details of my surroundings and activities on the lake.]
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Frankie and I scheduled our departure from "The Camp" so we could be home for little Anna's first birthday. We had received a text message from Donna with a video of her first steps as she wobbled from one piece of furniture to another. She was on her tiptoes like she was afraid to put her entire foot down on the floor. With her pampers on, she looked like she'd just got down off her horse. I played the video about a thousand times and laughed every time.
Everyone attended the birthday party including Mikey, who was only five months old. He loved to be around Anna and she was good with him. He'd just stare at her and smile as she motivated around him. I was amazed at how quickly she'd gained her feet. The little imp was fast too. Mikey would lay on the floor and use his feet to reposition himself trying to keep Anna in sight.
The warm weather arrived in late May. Divi was home from college for the summer and with a recommendation from Donna, she got a job waitressing at the diner. We restarted the rotating dinner parties again. It was once a week, so it wasn't a big imposition. We enjoyed each other's company and the women, who were in the majority, six to three, decided that we should dress like we would for a dinner out at a fancy restaurant. None of us guys thought much of that idea but, again, we were in the minority.
The men wore dress slacks and shoes with open collar shirts or cotton V-neck sweaters under sport-jackets. As expected, fancy dress to Ashley meant something completely different than the other women. They came in full evening makeup, diamond jewelry, elegant dresses or Palazzo pants and lacey tops and stiletto heels. Ashley came in garish makeup and leather one-piece outfits with micro-mini skirts and brass-zipper tops with the zipper pulled down to the middle of her cleavage and platform 'fuck-me' pumps. There would be slight smirks among the other women but no one said anything close to disparaging. The guys smirked too but for entirely different reasons. No matter what Ashley wore or didn't wear, she was gorgeous.
To look at Ashley, one would think that she was just another slutty, big breasted, dumb, blonde. The slutty part was mostly accurate, and the big breasted was for certain, but she was actually quite intelligent and more than carried her share of the conversation around the dinner table, regardless of the topic. She was coarse, to be sure, and she never failed to amuse everyone with her cursing and foul language, although we were trying to tone her down around the kids. She was refreshingly PC free. The women enjoyed her company as much as the men. I was glad that Jacob had picked up with her again. She was a force of nature and life around Ashley was exciting and colorful and never boring.
Frankie asked me once if I'd ever motor-boated Ashley's tits and I got to laughing so hard as that image entered my mind, that I couldn't breathe. Between gasps for air, I told her no, but I'd seen Jacob do that in front of the boat parade to a chorus of beeping horns and I was pretty sure Eddie had too. The far away expression on Frankie's face made me think that she was imagining what it would be like.
The dinner parties last summer where casual affairs. Everyone dressed in jeans or summer dresses. Although proper public decorum was the rule; it didn't always work out that way. With nine people tightly pressed together around our relatively small dining room tables, it was pretty easy for one couple or another to get their hand into their partner's lap. Attempts were made to be as discreet as possible but glazed eyes or open mouths and sudden gasps for air always gave it away and conversations would stop as we watched until they were done. Then with a flurry of grins, the conversations began again until the actions of the first couple incited another. Nothing was ever said and it never erupted into an orgy like it probably would have in the past.
With the new dress-code, I wondered how things would go on the sex front. All six of these women were smoking hot as it was and dressed to the nines like they were, sexual thoughts were impossible to push aside for any of us. I sat in my chair at the table with a hard-on for the ages and the red flushed faces around the table told me I wasn't the only one. Drinks were flowing pretty heavily and more so than usual. Frankie and I both drank socially but we never sat around the house drinking. I'd been there and done that.
In mid-meal, I realized that conversation was kind of sparse. Either the food was so good that everyone was too busy eating or something else was going on. I suspected the latter. I glanced at Frankie beside me. As the newbie to the group, she was the controlling force and everyone knew it. Nothing, other than a little finger-sex, was going to happen in front of the others unless Frankie sanctioned it. Frankie knew it too and she wasn't at all comfortable with it.
We ate quietly and there wasn't a hint of the usual under the table jerking or fingering. It was as though everyone knew that if one couple started, it would be a free-for-all and they stole glances at Frankie as if they were telepathically imploring her to drop the checkered flag.
I noticed Frankie glance at me and when I turned toward her, she was staring longingly at the bulge in my pants. She looked up at my face and I could tell that she was on fire. She looked back down in my lap again. I didn't know what she was going to do but she looked like she would just explode into little pieces if she didn't do something and soon.
I leaned over to her and moved to kiss her. She pulled back and whispered, "If you even touch me, I'm going to cum right here in front of everyone." It looked to me like she was going to cum whether I kissed her or not. I glanced quickly around the table to see if anyone was aware of Frankie's situation. They all were. I leaned closer and set my lips on her lower lip and sucked it in. Her lips were parted in a soft moan, which precluded me from getting both of her lips. Her eyes, which had been closed in anticipation of my kiss, burst open in a horrified look. She pulled her lower lip back as her hips fired forward. Her torso and head snapped back to counterbalance her hips and she muttered, "Oh fuck Baby, I'm cumming. Oh Jesus." Her hips snapped back and her head pitched forward as her arms went around my neck to help her control her body spasms. A murmur started around the table.
Frankie dropped one hand to her lap and began frantically pulling the hem of her dress up so she could get her fingers into her pussy to assist her spontaneous orgasm. She bit down on my shoulder as she groaned and the groan turned into a muffled scream as she deadened the sound in my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her back to hold her as she was gyrating in her chair. The others were so fascinated by Frankie's spontaneous orgasm that they hadn't initiated any sex between them. They just stared at Frankie. She knew everyone was staring at her and she kept her eyes shut to ward off her embarrassment.
I lifted Frankie out of her chair and into my lap facing me with one leg on either side of my thighs. Now that she wasn't facing the others, she opened her eyes inches from mine. She had the most lascivious expression as she leaned forward and feverishly kissed me. Unbeknownst to me, Frankie's fingers were pulling another orgasm forward. She groaned out, "Oh God Baby. Here comes another one. Give it to me. Please, NOW." She pulled her hand from her sex and furiously yanked open my belt with one hand and pulled down my zipper with the other. My cock was as hard as an iron pipe and it sprang out of my pants and slapped against her pubic mound. She was starting to spasm again as she fumbled with my cock trying to get me inside her. She was muttering, "Please, please, please."
The moment that my cock was inside her she pulsed into another orgasm. I could feel her pussy clenching on my glans as it pushed in. Her scream brought everyone to their senses and lips were dropping onto cock and pussies all around the table. The orgy that everyone hoped would happen was on. Frankie was oblivious to the activities around her. She was in heat as she furiously humped her sex on my cock. She was so frantic that I didn't dare join my thrusts with hers for fear of hurting her. I just stayed still and Frankie fucked herself through another orgasm and I couldn't hold mine back any longer and I thrust my hips up as I blasted so many shots of cum into her that she was pushing it out of her as fast as I was shooting it in. Cum drooled down my shaft to my balls and into my pants. I couldn't have cared less. As I began to soften, I knew that her cervix wouldn't be a problem anymore and I grabbed her hips and began thrusting up into her as hard as I could. I'd just cum, but I was still on fire. She grinned at me and kissed me and then she groaned and added her momentum to mine. I wasn't going to cum again soon but it didn't take long before Frankie was screaming into her hardest orgasm so far.
To my left, Ashley and Divi were sharing Jacobs cock with Ashley sucking his balls while Divi was driving her lips up and down his shaft and then they swapped. He had a look of pure bliss. Ashley was working her hand in Divi's pussy and Divi was doing the same to Ashley. Donna and Priya had lowered themselves to the floor behind their chairs and were in a sixty-nine with their long dresses pulled up to their waists. Priya was on top. Sylvia was spread-eagled on her back on the table between the plates and glasses and dinnerware with her legs spread wide and Eddie was vigorously drilling her in the ass.
It took a long time before Frankie came to enough to even realize what she had started. When she did, she looked behind her to her left and then her right and turned back to me with an ear to ear grin and said, "Well, finally." I grinned at her and we kissed.
