For All To See 1

Now that Dr. Joanne was finished eating her actual meal following her feasting on everyone else, we all moved into the large great room next to the dining room. Before the evening started, Rachel and I had rearranged the furniture so that the two couches and the loveseat formed a semi-circle. In the middle of the semi-circle, we placed a bed with lots of pillows and the covers turned down.

Everyone took a seat around the bed, no one sitting next to their own spouse. I stood, two pots in my hands. Each pot was filled with small, wood planks with a name painted on each plank. In one pot was a plank for each lady present; in the other was a plank for each gentleman present. "How many names are we drawing? Two? Or more?" I asked.

No one immediately spoke up. "Let's go with two tonight, at least at first," Jeremy suggested. No one objected.

"Okay," I answered. "Two pots or one pot?" We either draw one name from each of the two pots or combine the pots and draw two names.

Again no one immediately spoke up. "Two pots," Marty eventually chimed in.

"If Marty's good with two pots, so am I," Jeremy agreed.

Since Marty was the closest to me, I put one of the pots in front of him. "Pick our lucky lady."

He reached in and stirred the wooden strips for a couple of seconds. He then drew one out and looked at it. "Mm. Rachel," he read with a smile and a quick wink in her direction.

Turning towards Rachel, who happened to be sitting next to Marty, I extended the guys' pot to her. "The Queen gets to pick her partner."

Smiling at me lustfully, my wife reached in and played with the wood slats for several seconds, clearly milking the situation.

"Alright, already," an inpatient Jeremy said, "pick one."

"You know I like to play with your wood," Rachel winked at Jeremy. She finally pulled a strip out. "Oh, lookee, it's Jeremy." Still looking at the fortune-kissed Jeremy, she blew him a kiss. "My lucky day."

Jeremy stood up and extended his hand to Rachel to help her up off the couch. I took a seat next to Toni on the other couch while Jeremy and Rach moved to the center of the semi-circle at the end of the bed.

Their eyes were locked on each other as they seductively moved intimately close to each other. They stopped just short of touching. Looking deeply into Rachel's eyes, Jeremy said firmly, "Take your clothes off."

Rachel complied. Happily, of course. Compared to the other three women there, she was dressed rather conservatively. No see-through blouse and tiny skirt, like Toni's. No plunging neckline, like Joanne's. No body-hugging dress with a side slit up to her hip, like Chloe's. That is not to say her dress wasn't sexy. The dress was just like Rachel--glamourous and sexy. The shimmering royal-blue dress caused her bright, blue eyes to pop even more than usual. A backless, A-line dress that stopped just above mid-thigh, it had a scoop neckline that revealed the top of her cleavage, but still covered most of her bounty. Strappy, open-toed high-heels completed the ensemble.

To give Jeremy a better view, she stepped back a couple of steps. She quickly unzipped the back and, with a sexy shrug of her shoulders, had the straps off and the dress on the floor in no time. She seductively turned around, wearing only her heels and a tiny, sparkly, navy-blue thong.

"Wow. Very nice," Jeremy understated. The catcalls and whistles from the gallery confirmed everyone's agreement. "The thong is cute, but it has to go."

"If you insist." Rachel wiggled it down off her hips and to the floor. Bending over to pick it up, she displayed her sexy ass my direction. I'm sure that was intentional on her part. After standing back up, she flung the thong towards the other couch, Evan reaching up and grabbing it. He kissed it and put it in the pocket of his sportscoat.

Turning back to Jeremy, Rachel growled, "Now, your turn." She stared at him like a hungry lioness looking at a raw steak. "Take it out."

"Take what out?" Jeremy asked with a smile that said he knew what she meant.

"You know what I meant. Take out your penis." She sat down on the bed and exaggeratedly crossed one leg over the other.

He continued to smile at her while he unzipped his pants. He was still wearing his black dress jeans. His silky, burgundy shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest and he was wearing a dark grey sportscoat over it. Once he had his pants unzipped, he reached in and pulled out his thick but not yet hard penis. "Mm," Rachel licked her lips. Toni stirred next to me and Marty whistled from the other couch.

"I'm glad you like to share," Rachel looked over at Jeremy's girlfriend Chloe before returning her gaze to Jeremy's meat.

"It is mine, but I do like to share," Chloe purred. She was leaning against Evan and had one hand high on his thigh.

"Now, make it hard for me," Rachel said firmly. All the ladies and Marty purred as Jeremy took his tool in his hand and started tugging.

"God, I love watching a man stroke himself," Toni whispered to me as she leaned into me. "So fucking hot."

The other ladies around the room seemed to agree. They were all smiling and staring hungrily at Jeremy as he jerked his cock. Rachel uncrossed her legs and slipped her fingers into her slit, sliding her index finger between her engorged pussy lips.

It did not take Jeremy long to get fully erect. "That looks better." Rachel licked her lips as she continued to rub herself. I know just how much Rachel loves to see a hard cock poking out of the pants of a sharply dressed man. Chloe looked on proudly, her hands now cupping Evan's crotch. "Now, off with the rest of your clothes," Rachel commanded. Her legs were further apart than they had been and her face had a tinge of red from her self-pleasure.

"About time," Joanne chimed in from the other couch. "I need to see the entire sexy body. All I've seen so far have been pussies and dicks. Time to see the full body."

"Agreed," Toni said. "Take it all off."

Jeremy was already complying. He had already shed his sports coat and was finishing removing his shirt. No one has ever confused him with an athlete. But he has shaped up from when I first met him to help him turn his inventions into a business about four years prior. At that time, he was a stereotypical skinny, nerdy guy. Tall and lanky with a messy mop of curly blonde hair.

Then he met Chloe. She got him more physically active, including going to the gym regularly and other active hobbies. She got him eating right. She got him to be a little more conscious of how he presented himself. She didn't turn him into a male model or a bodybuilder. But he filled out in the right places and, whenever he went out, he no longer looked like the mad scientist who had just spent the previous 36 hours in his lab without combing his hair or changing his clothes.

"Now that's the naked body I love," Chloe cooed as he finished stepping out of his boxers.

"We all love that naked body," Rachel responded, her eyes soaking him in from head to toe. Without taking her eyes off Jeremy, Rachel initiated one of our customs. "May I please have sex with your gorgeous boyfriend?" she asked Chloe.

"Yes, you may," Chloe answered cheerfully. "Enjoy yourself."

"Oh, I will," Rachel purred with considerable vigor.

Turning to me to complete the custom, Jeremy asked, "May I please have sex with your lovely wife?"

"Absolutely," I answered. "Fuck her. Fuck her long and hard."

"That is the plan." Jeremy returned his focus on Rachel, stepping up to her. She moved her knees even further apart and he stepped in between them. The dual stimulation of her fingering herself and the visual of the naked, erect Jeremy had perceptibly opened her outer labia, freeing her inner butterfly wings.

She took hold of his cock and nestled it between her plump mounds. Jeremy moaned his approval. "I bet you love when she does that to your dick," Toni whispered into my ear as she snuggled in closer. She had a hand on my thigh, well above my knee.

"Her boobs do feel good around my dick." My eyes were primarily on the action happening on the bed in front of me, but I took a quick glance at Toni to see her looking up at me intently. Her hand crept up my leg even further. "I'm sure Jeremy is enjoying that."

"I'm sure." After a prolonged moment looking into each other's eyes, we both turned to watch the action on the bed. Jeremy was holding Rachel's boobs together while he thrust his cock between them. Rachel had a firm grip on his ass with both hands. "Your, um, instrument needs to be treated right as well." Toni turned back to me, a little blush on her face. "If I'm lucky, maybe I will be paired with you in the next drawing."

I smiled at her euphemism. Her natural shyness never fully goes away. "That would make me the lucky one." I looked back at her.

"Or maybe I will be the lucky one." Joanne plopped down on the other side of me, putting a hand on my other leg.

"Maybe." Toni's tone was not welcoming, bordering on icy.

"Or maybe," Joanne leaned in and whispered to the two of us, "we can share. I like sharing."

"Oo," Toni perked up. "I like sharing, too." Looking up at me, she continued, "Do you like sharing? I hear you are very experienced at sharing."

"I do like sharing. I really like being shared." I grinned playfully.

"Who said we would be sharing you?" Joanne poked me. "Maybe you and I are sharing Toni."

"Oo, I like that thought even better." Toni no longer seemed threatened by or uncomfortable with Joanne's presence.

Our attention was drawn back to the bed by the noise Rachel and Jeremy were making. Rachel had laid back on the bed and Jeremy was kneeling between her legs. His mouth and fingers were vigorously working her pussy. "Oh, fuck, Jeremy. Eat me. Yeah, right there. Right there," Rachel groaned.

"Watching her really turns you on, doesn't it?" Toni had her hand where she could tell just how turned on I was.

"Oh, yeah," I confirmed the obvious.

"She turns everyone on," Joanne added. Looking over at the couch on the other side of the room, Joanne observed, "I don't think we will have any objections from the others if we want to skip the next drawing and just move directly to sharing each other."

"No, doesn't look it," Toni chuckled. Evan, Marty, and Chloe were tangled up, mouths and hands exploring each other's bodies.

The Dinner Club routine was, after the first couple or group completed their "public performance", we would return to the pots and draw another set of names to perform in front of everyone. That would continue until everyone had participated in a public sex act with another. However, many times during the first performance, the non-participants would start to pair off, or, like this night, assemble into subsets. The only rule was if any one person objected and wanted to continue with random drawings, we would do so. No one was to be left behind or left with someone they were not comfortable with. Only once did someone object and it was handled amicably. The most important personality trait necessary for membership in the Dinner Club is an unwavering commitment to respecting each other's feelings.

Rachel had drawn our attention back to the bed. She had a very loud climax from Jeremy's handiwork with his mouth and fingers. He then grabbed her by the waist and threw her into the middle of the bed. Hopping on the bed himself, he snatched her legs. He held them up and pulled them wide apart. Resting them on his shoulders, he guided his dick into the glistening folds of Rachel's pussy. "Holy fuck," she yelped as he shoved himself deep into her body.

"There's never any doubt about whether Rachel likes sex, is there?" Toni reflected.

"Nope. She makes it clear to all within earshot she likes getting fucked," I said, my words almost not audible over Rachel's moans. Toni's hand was fully on the bulge in my pants. Joanne also had a hand on my leg, nearly touching Toni's hand. I had thrown my arms around them, pulling them even closer to me. "You're not exactly shy about that anymore." I gave Toni a sideways grin.

She blushed. "I'm trying to let go more. I know Evan likes it when I let go. I do enjoy it more if I'm not being conscious about whether I'm vocal or not."

"You certainly let go when I was under the table tonight," Joanne giggled.

"Yeah, ya did," I nodded.

Toni's face was as bright pink as her cute nipples showing through her sheer blouse. "I am very sure they are not going to object to the three of us getting together," she looked over at the other couch to deflect and change the subject.

"I just hope Marty pays as much attention to Chloe as he does to Evan," Joanne added with a bit of an edge. Not long after we started the Dinner Club, Marty came out to Joanne that he was bisexual. It did not surprise her that he was sexually attracted to men. She had suspected that for a long time, even before they were married. What surprised her and set her back was that he was already sexually active with men. After many long, difficult conversations and marital counseling, they decided they would stay together. Joanne deeply loved Marty and he assured her he loved her, too. They agreed they would stay together, but with an open marriage. They were already on that course when they joined the Dinner Club. This just changed their original plan from being non-monogamous only during Dinner Club events to being non-monogamous all the time. The only conditions they agreed to put on each other was they would be open with each other about whom they were sleeping with and they would not fall in love with whomever they were sleeping with.

"Looks like Chloe is getting plenty of attention right now at least," I observed. Marty and Evan were both groping Chloe aggressively, even if Marty's hands also frequently found their way to Evan.

"Yeah, now," Joanne said. "But I know from experience how being the female in a threesome with Marty and another man can leave the female feeling left out, like the awkward third wheel." Joanne was becoming less and less thrilled with her and Marty's arrangement as she was getting less and less sexual attention from him. Little cutting comments from her like this last one were becoming more frequent. It's also why she had been spending more time sexually involved with Rachel and me lately.

"Trust me, Evan will not let Chloe feel left out for one second," Toni assured her. "My husband likes women. A lot."

"Yes, I have been the beneficiary of Evan's attention before," Joanne said wistfully and with a smile. She and Evan had hooked up more than once during Dinner Club. "Chloe will be fine." She paused, and then added with a smirk, "I hope Marty doesn't get his feelings hurt."

"Evan has gotten much better about being with men, particularly Marty," Toni added. Evan was the last of the straight men in the Dinner Club to engage in any kind of physical intimacy with other men. He still had not engaged in all activities, having never performed fellatio or been on the receiving end of a fuck. But I had noticed that, in the last few months, he has been much freer with touching men, kissing men, even stroking another man to climax. "I'm sure Evan will make sure both Chloe and Marty are satisfied."

"He seems to be doing a good job right now," Joanne observed. Evan had one hand inside Chloe's halter top and another high on Marty's leg, right near his package which was currently being handled by Chloe. Their faces were together, trading kisses back and forth--Marty and Chloe kissing, followed by Chloe and Evan kissing, then Evan and Marty kissing, and back to Marty and Chloe.

After watching the Evan-Chloe-Marty trio, I turned my attention back to my wife. Jeremy had her nearly folded in half, her legs bent and trapped between her torso and his torso as he slammed himself into her. I couldn't really see her face as her hair was a mess around it. Regardless, I could tell she was in the midst of an orgasm as her breathing and groans were what I hear when we are together and she is cumming.

Deciding I had watched enough and it was time to participate, I pulled Toni in close and planted a firm, open-mouth kiss on her willing lips. Her tongue met mine midway. She moved her hands the short distance up my leg, her fingers pressing hard against my balls. Out of the corner of my closed eyes I saw Joanne reach around me and run her hand through Toni's short, black hair. Joanne's other hand was just below my belt, her fingers tracing around the tip of the bulge in my pants.

After what I thought was an appropriately long kiss, I broke it off, smiled at Toni, then turned to Joanne. I put one hand on her face and pulled her in. I then planted an equally firm, open-mouth kiss on her willing lips. My other hand was behind me, moving under Toni's very short skirt until I found her wet panties. Toni kissed the back of my neck while squeezing my balls through my pants.

Even though we were getting more involved with each other, all three of us quickly turned to see what was happening on the bed in the center of the room. Throughout our conversation and the beginnings of our making-out, in background we could hear Rachel and Jeremy--especially Rachel--grunting and groaning and--again, especially Rachel--talking dirty. I didn't keep count, but more than once I heard Rachel's very distinct orgasmic vocalizations.

Now, however, was the loudest, "Oh, fuck, yes." The bed was shaking from Jeremy banging her so hard. "I feel it, keep going, keep going. Fuck, yes," Rachel cried out. "Cum for me, babe, cum for me." A deep breath later, she yelled, "God, yes, there it is! Fuck, I'm cumming, too." She screamed as Jeremy growled.

As the yelling stopped, Marty began applauding and the rest of us joined in. It was ironic that Marty began the applause as no one on that couch seemed to be paying much attention to Jeremy and Rachel. Regardless, we all enjoyed the show and showed our appreciation.

"Well done," Joanne said as the applause died down.

Rachel and Jeremy gathered themselves. Jeremy rolled off the bed and went over to Chloe, giving her a quick kiss. "Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome," she answered.

Completing the Dinner Club tradition, Rachel had made her way to me, wobbly legs and all. "Thank you," she said hoarsely.

"You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I smiled at her and gave her a quick, gentle kiss.

"You know I always enjoy Dinner Club." She beamed, her tired smile showing both satisfaction but also a desire for more.