Sunrise in the combined Albertson-Foster household has awakened the dogs, and Sky is already scratching at the patio door to be let out to take care of business. In response, Steve has rolled out of bed at everyone else's insistence, "It's
your
turn!"
Pixel and Solomon are trying their best to trip Steve as he reaches for the door by dancing around and between his legs in their enthused Dalmatian "Good morning, Daddy!" Solomon is jumping up on Steve wanting to be picked up and held, oblivious that he has grown fast as puppies do. At 40-plus pounds he's now just too big for this. Steve pushes him down, trying his best to correct the behavior his people inadvertently taught him.
Cyan, Jackson, and Emily are in full grumble as they crawl if not push each other out of their communal bed, sorting out who gets to use which bathroom. Jackson grabs a pair of shorts, Cyan her housecoat, and Emily nothing more than a towel to sit on as they each make their way to the kitchen to start their day.
Em laughs at Steve as he stands at the door waiting for the dogs to finish their morning constitutionals, his morning wood not yet abated. She retrieved his plush bathrobe from the big master bathroom, playfully tugging on his erection as she hands him the robe.
"Do you
always
have to do that?" he groans.
"Yes I do!" Em giggles.
Same ol' morning routine, in other words.
The fourple gets in each other's way as they ready their breakfast. Steve and Emily are setting the table while Cyan and Jackson try not to stumble over them between trips to the refrigerator to gather ingredients. Jax started the heat underneath the large griddle the moment they walked in, so it's ready to go. Cyan is his fry assistant, setting plates of uncooked eggs and bacon next to the stove, also bearing spatulas for each of them to turn the cooking food.
She made the mistake of yanking down his shorts to swat his butt with a spatula, instigating an impulsive playtime. Jackson quickly peeled Cyan's housecoat off and now has her bent over the kitchen sink, taking her from behind. They pay no mind to the sizzle from the grill.
"(Jackson! We're overcooking the eggs!)" Cy protests in a hoarse whisper.
"(So? I've got you right where I want you!)"
"(Pull out! We need to flip 'em! You know Steve likes his yolks runny!)"
"(Fuck Steve!)"
"(Oh, he'll have his turn! But later!)"
"
OW!
" Jackson just got bit by bacon spatter, and pulls out of Cy.
"Serves you right!" Cyan laughs.
"You started it!"
Emily and Steven are seated at the table they set, snickering at their spouses' antics. They kiss each other in appreciation of their lovers, also knowing that after Jax takes off for work they will share their own moment of "quality time" as a threesome.
Despite appearances, Steve is actually the breakfast maven of the loving foursome, but Cyan and Jackson have fallen into a bit of a routine having fun with the meal preparation as well as with each other around the kitchen. Nothing exciting on the menu this morning, just eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee, enough to fuel the day after a relatively quiet and peaceful sleep the night before.
That is,
relatively
quiet and peaceful. The girls were making a little game out of partner swapping after going to bed, only allowing the guys two or three strokes in each before pulling off and harassing the opposite husband the same way. They did this four times before the guys wised-up and coordinated, Steve pinning down Cyan for Jax to fuck 'er to completion while she and Emily laughed, Em also fake-slapping at Steve. Everybody got everybody off as they usually do, and cuddled into a satisfied and satisfying slumber on their extra-large bed -- plenty of room for four, plus friends when the occasion presents.
This morning's kitchen fun and last night's goofy sex play is more or less business as usual with these guys. With full plates finally on the table, breakfast chatter this Friday morning has turned to discussion of the big party next month, Steve and Cyan's annual February bash in observance of the over-the-top football and TV commercials spectacle known as the
Super Bowl
. This is the one time of the year the fourple invites
their entire
swinger group to be at the house at the same time. It is quite the event.
Jackson asks Steve, "Are we going to put up that huge TV in your bedroom Saturday?"
"That's the plan."
"Are you going to leave it in there after game weekend?"
"I haven't decided, but I'm inclined to move it to the living room to replace the smaller screen. It's not like we want to... ugh... watch porn on it or anything like that. Our friends are
far
more fun and interesting to watch in action than any porno."
"Even Susan's stuff?"
"Even Susan's stuff, despite our supporting roles in some of it. You know. If you've seen one Tab A in Slot B production, you've seen 'em all."
The girls grin and chuckle, recalling their recent "Slot B" roles with Susan's in-the-woods porno filming.
Jackson has finished his meal and excuses himself to get dressed for his workday.
Cyan asks, "We
are
planning on more beds this year, aren't we? We had eight people on ours last time! When things were hoppin', weren't there like six on at least two of the kings? And then there were the sofas. Twenty-six in all, if I recall."
"
Thirteen couples?
" Emily is surprised. "Really, Steven?"
"Well, twelve plus two guest singles. We told you guys this party was big."
"I gotta ask... was any of this an orgy, or just people pairing off wherever they could find the space?"
"Mostly pairing off."
"So no real
group
sex. Just same-room fucking."
"That about describes it. Not even anything like we were doing last night. You two were nuts, by the way."
Steve again gets silly grins from both Em and Cy.
Steve voices an evil idea, "You know, guys, speaking of that big TV and group sex, I'm thinking about putting a camera up on the patio, and in the two big bedrooms."
Cyan is alarmed. "That'll spook
everybody
, dear!"
"No it won't, at least not after they see what it's for. The plan is to feed the video from each to a four-way split screen on the TVs in each of the play areas, with the game on the fourth pane."
"Ohmygawd, Steve!" Emily blurts. "Football, and live and virtual group sex all at the same time!"
Steve taps his nose with an index finger. The girls laugh.
He chuckles back, "It'll be a hoot to watch people disappear from one and reappear on another when they fancy trying the orgy in another room."
"You're not going to be tempted to record it all for Susan, are you?" Cyan frowns.
"Tempted, maybe. But no. These are our friends. They trust us. Besides, Susan's on the invite list, right?"
"Yes she is."
"If she can make it I'll remind her that our ground rules apply. She'll be cool with it."
"Okay."
"Guys, I have to get going," Jax informs the troupe on his way through the kitchen. He asks Emily, "You're working from home today, aren't you?"
"Yep. Melissa said we might even make this Friday arrangement permanent as long as I'm making the milestones. It's nice to not have to wear anything and still get paid."
Steve laughs, "Zoom calls, Em?"
"That's what the T-shirt on the hook is for."
"Just don't stand up."
"So, so tempting..."
"
Emily!
"
She laughs, "Hey! What are
you
complainin' about? I wasn't an exhibitionist until we met you guys! It's all
your
fault, Steven!"
Steve sighs with a big grin, "Yeah. The passing scenery is great, no doubt."
Everybody cracks up.
Jax breaks in, "Guys? I still have to get out of here. Steve? You don't need the SUV, right?"
"Right. Em and I are figurin' on a Menards run in the van. Cyan doesn't need to tag along on that errand."
"Okay, then. See you guys tonight!"
