They were all laughing as they left the restaurant, probably the youngest group that had had dinner there that night. The fact that they were doing something very naughty at that table and had gotten away with it without being noticed, and the nervous anticipation of what wonders lay ahead this night, fueled their laughter.
The men were taking what had gone on in Gino's Italian Restaurant in stride as a part of their macho bravado, just as if they had been streaking in college, and had made it back to the dorm unscathed. Charie, who in her mind had embarked on this journey before anyone of them, was tickled, and felt wickedly aroused, and thought of new possibilities which might develop within their relationship, particularly as related to Penny.
Penny, who had visualized a serious flashback at the restaurant, of experiences that caused feelings of guilt, laughed with the rest of them, but was troubled. Her memories of her compliance to her college roommate's sexual advances, coupled with Charie's obvious advance when she had taken hold of her hand and put it on John's foot while his toes were working under the table between Charie's legs, made her feel very sinful. And, tomorrow, Easter Sunday, she would be playing the organ and piano in front of the congregation. She remembered last week, how she masturbated in church, and had been so willfully rebellious. Will I ever be forgiven? She thought. Am I a hypocrite? At the same time, looking back at last Saturday night's experience in bed with Gary, (Charie's husband), she felt her already damp panties become wetter, feeling like she was caught in a swift current, a current she shouldn't be in, but didn't want to try to get out of. She was conflicted. Her face flushed and the rims of her ears turned bright red when she heard Gary say:
"Geez Penny, the end of my sock is squishing in my shoe. Good thing we were in an Italian restaurant with all that garlic, or the whole restaurant might have smelled like pussy."
Charie responded to her husband by punching him in the shoulder and saying, "That's terrible Gary. What a clod you are!"
"I'm sorry Penny, "Gary said, "I was just trying to be cute...guess I blew it, huh."
Penny, who was hoping that Gary would be making love to her again tonight, said in a conciliatory tone, even though she was embarrassed, "That's alright Gary, but lets try to keep our comments about this stuff to the confines of our homes, ok?" There was no question that she was excited. As she walked she tried to squeeze her pussy lips together to keep her increasing flow from dripping down her legs.
Gary, as he started the engine, suggested, "We got a pretty good start at Gino's. Maybe we should forgo the club and go right to your apartment." They all agreed, realizing that the club had served its purpose as a place to break the ice of the relationship, and now it was time for them to see what pleasures they could fulfill for each other. They were eager for action and not words.
During dinner they all debriefed on last Saturday night, each telling what going to bed with the other's spouse meant to them. The conversation is what led to the men playing footsy under the table with the other wife's pussy. They all agreed that what they were doing was the most exciting thing they had experienced in their lives...and made a commitment to keep it going as long as they could, at least until they decided to have children—a greed that even though they thought they already had a good sexual relationship with their spouse, the fact that they had experienced the others had further enhanced their sex life at home—and this after just one evening together. Like conspirators they all lifted their water glasses as The Three Musketeer's toast was proffered, "All for one, and one for all," and drank with the lust of those ancient men—and their passionate women.
It was John, Penny's husband, who broached the subject of variety. He shared that Gary and he had lunch earlier in the week and determined that they wanted to make this relationship something that didn't just develop into the same old, same old. "I think, even though it is really exciting now," he said, "we should do something a little different, at least while we're still getting used to it. And then, when the newness wears off, we'll have a repertoire of things we can shift to as we go along—not because we are bored, but because we have developed sophistication about the relationship.
They came up with the idea that tonight they would pair up with the other couple's spouse and play charades, two out of three. The loser would have to make love on the carpet while the other two watched. Penny was the most uncomfortable with it, saying that she was a very private person. But Charie, eager for a new experience said, "Don't worry Hon, I'm gonna try to lose." That made the car rock with laughter.
Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible to neighbors who might try to snoop, John carried the brown A & P bag that hid Gary and Charie's new robes, as if he were carrying supplies for a party. They agreed that there would be robes for each couple in each apartment. He didn't want anybody to wonder why a guest would be carrying the groceries.
John and Penny's apartment was only one bedroom, part of a four unit complex, at the rear—with their own entrance. The fact that they were downstairs made it easier for them to pursue the activities with their friends. It was secluded enough, and the apartment next to them was occupied by an older woman who was very hard of hearing. They had agreed at the restaurant that they would alternate apartments—every two weeks—so as not to arouse suspicion. They also talked about going out of town to a motel once a month or so, where they could all spend the entire night together, maybe even two nights. John and Penny had to be in church on Sundays to direct the choir and play the piano and organ. "At least," Charie said, "until the newness wears off." This comment reminded Gary about something an older man had told him on his wedding day.
"The man told me," he related to the others, "while we were both eating wedding cake in the Church basement, that it was a 'proven fact,' that if, each time we had sex during the first two years of our marriage, and we would put a penny in a jar—there would be so many pennies in the jar that, if we took a penny out each time we had sex for the rest of our life, we would never empty the jar."
