Chapter 9
Saturday night, Dawn arrived at our biweekly party with Skeet, her husband, behind her. He carried a chafing dish that contained chicken in a mushroom sauce that looked delicious. I helped prepare a space on our serving table for him to set it in, and then got to shake his hand to welcome him.
Skeet shook his head, "I can't believe Dawn talked me into this. I mean I love sex and all, but I never thought she'd be the one getting me involved; I thought I'd be the one. She is really worked up about this ... and about you, Jon. I hope you have some time with her tonight; she's hot to trot."
He seemed matter of fact about our swinging, but I still went carefully. "I will treat her with the utmost respect. No one here ever has to do something they don't want to do. You should be having as much fun in your evening as she is."
"Oh, I will. The issue is not what she
doesn't
want to do; the issue I think is that she wants to do EVERYTHING -- and I mean RIGHT NOW with EVERYBODY. She's been bouncing around our home all day on that chicken dish, but she was naked and for a while she even had a battery toy inside her pussy. I've never seen her this horny or needy. She also wouldn't let me get near her; she kept telling me to save it for tonight."
"Skeet, she told me the other day that you spend too much time at work. I think she wants more of you. This evening may be a bit of an overcompensation for your absence and attention to business."
He shook his head, "Oh, I know. We're very open in our feelings and needs. I've been so busy opening three new stores and hiring staff. She doesn't cut me much slack. I think things'll be better from now on though; I found some good people to run each outlet."
Dawn slipped under my arm right in front of her husband, and kissed me quite passionately. She announced, "Oh, Jon. I want you to fuck me tonight -- or maybe I should say make love to me. I've talked to Crystal, Kelsey, and Megan, and they each said that you were their 'go to' guy." She turned to Skeet and smiled; she had an eager expression and a lascivious grin.
I said, "Well, I will be honored to be your first tonight or at anytime. We are still a couple of hours before we start any of that. We socialize for a while, and then eat buffet style."
Dawn deflated slightly, but then brightened, "OK. You store up lots of energy for me." On that note she bounced off to talk to Crystal. Skeet rolled his eyes and headed for the bar.
Nikki found me about five minutes later with Mike in tow. She made introductions, and then volunteered to get us each a glass of wine. We let her go.
Mike said, "This is the most unusual introduction I've ever had because I know you're going to fuck my wife in a little while. That sort of freaks me out."
I gave my little speech. "No one has to do anything they don't want to do. We're consenting adults and as such we can do whatever we want about sex. If you feel your relationship is threatened or feel ill at ease, I think you'd do well to sort those feelings out before participating in the activities later in the evening."
Mike shook his head, "Oh, no. I'm OK with that stuff. We've been really open about sex, especially the past few days -- and that's about all we've talked about. It's just that I didn't ever think of it as a group activity. My freaking out is sort of good. It's made me pay more attention to Nikki since she explained about tonight. I've been remiss in my husbandly duties."
Skeet was passing by, and I collared him and introduced him to Mike. I told the two of them, "You're both new to this kind of stuff." I gestured to the general group. "I suggest that you save a piece of yourself so that you can end the evening with your spouse -- to reclaim her if you will, and show her that you really love her.
"I guarantee that each of your wives will have some unusual feelings by the end of tonight. Each woman will have fallen in love with at least one other man, but still love you. She will have made love with him too -- or them. Women process sex as romance, whereas men process sex as release and taking off the edge. Remember that you want to reestablish your own romance with them when you get home tonight."
Both men nodded in understanding, and then we broke apart to start our dinners.
Dawn found me in the kitchen after dinner. I was taking a few moments to rinse some of the plates and put the first load in the dishwasher. She helped and we talked.
"When we start making out, I want to be in your living room where some of the others will be. I want to see what it's like making love in front of other people. I want Skeet to see me too."
"I think you'll find it very arousing based on my experience."
Dawn said, "I also hope you'll give me 'The Experience.' Each of the women rave about it, but they won't say much more about it other than I'll worship you the rest of my days. Is that true? What do you do?"
I chuckled. I had a growing reputation. Most of the original group had partaken. A few women were still fearful of my making them pass out, even if just for a couple of minutes. Amber called them control freaks.
I said to Dawn, "I will be glad to honor your body with 'The Experience.' It's not much, really, but it will give you the greatest shot of pleasure you've probably ever had."
I dimmed the kitchen lights, only leaving a few under counter lights so people could do what they needed to without the garish light from the overhead unit.
"Before we start, let me share something with you. Do you like Grand Marnier?"
"Yes, a lot."
I poured a shot glass of the rich liqueur from a bottle on the counter, and then took a sip. I went to Dawn, and drew her to me. I started a kiss, and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She welcomed me pushing back with her own tongue. Once I had an opening, I squirted the Grand Marnier I had sipped into Dawn's mouth as we kissed. I was purposefully a little generous with my saliva in the process, and Dawn just sucked hard on my tongue and the liquid from my mouth.
As we broke apart, Dawn groaned, "Oh, that's so freakin' hot. Every little nerve ending in my vagina is tingling because of how you did that."
"What's so hot?" Nikki came up next to us. She was wearing a micro-skirt that left her magnificent legs available for gawking. They were more shapely than usual because of the four-inch 'fuck me' heels she wore. I wanted to do just that.
I pulled Nikki to me after taking another sip of Grand Marnier. The kiss I gave her was equally as rich, rewarding, and passionate as the one a minute earlier with Dawn. Nikki's response was the same as well.
As we parted, Nikki grabbed my hand and thrust it up under her short skirt. She wore no underwear, and my fingers immediately made contact with her pubic hair.
Nikki gasped, "Fingers! Fingers in my cunt, please ... Now!"
I did just that. I ran my fingers along her slit, realizing in the process that Nikki had past the stage where her excitement was running down her legs. She was soaked with her lubricating juices. Two fingers easily slipped into her vagina.
Nikki's whole body sagged against me. "Ooooooh, shit ... cumming." Indeed, I felt the spasms of her vag around my fingers and a gush of liquid. Eyes closed and panting, she held onto me to avoid collapsing to the floor.
Dawn was right next to us. She said in a teasing tone, "Hey, no fair. I was here first." In spite of her taunt, she helped Nikki remain standing.
I glanced around as I felt Nikki regain her sea legs. Amber was half nude and standing in the doorway holding onto the doorframe with Mike, Nikki's husband, behind her - nude. She was grinding her ass back against his groin. He had both of his hands wrapped around her from behind, holding a breast in each hand. He was fondling and pinching and looking very pleased with himself.
As I took a second glance I realized that his cock was embedded deep in my wife's cunt. The little skirt she wore -- like the two girls with me -- afforded easy access from any direction to her panty-less midsection.
Mike and Amber must have come to watch us, seen what I was doing to Nikki and Dawn, and then decided to couple and keep watching.
Amber blew me a kiss and I returned the favor. As I did, Mike made a couple of major thrusts up into her body, raising her off the floor several times in his enthusiasm. I knew that Amber liked a hard fuck now and then, and she'd certainly found a partner to deliver that flavor to her.
I turned back to the two women. Dawn had hopped into one of the tall bar stools in our kitchen. She was nude. She'd also pulled her legs up not only giving me complete access to her pussy, but putting herself on display to such an extent that her vagina looked like a beautiful dark hole about three-quarters of an inch across.
As Nikki moved to strip her clothing away, I moved to Dawn and inserted two and then three fingers into her snatch.
"Oh, fuck. You sure know how to make a girl happy. Make me even happier and put your cock in there ... and then all the cum you can muster. Make me drippy the rest of the night." She paused and changed her remark, "Hell, make me drippy the rest of the week."
We kissed and then Nikki was on the bar stool next to her in the same pose, except her pussy was already slick and shiny with all the fluids she'd created before and during the little orgasm I'd given her.
I shed my clothing, tossing the items in a corner next to Nikki's. Between Mike and Amber, and then Dawn and Nikki, I was a 'ten' on my ten-point cock hardness scale. In other words, I didn't think I could get any harder.
