Best to read other chapters first to get some background
Entering the bedroom I headed straight to where Gwen was seated. She made an effort to stop and cover up what she was doing. The action on the bed intensified, Henry was now increasing the speed with which he was burying his cock in Janet's ass. Janet was urging him on to fill her ass with cum. Also on the bed Molly was on the verge of coaxing a load from Ned who had her legs on his shoulders and was pile driving his hammer home.
I reached the black haired Gwen just about the time my cock was getting a little stiff. Considering how often I'd come already this evening, it was quite impressive. I crouched down next to where Gwen was sitting and asked if she needed anything and also how she was doing. She touched my hand and said she was fine, all the while looking up at me with those piercing eyes.
"Jack, she asked while staring at the floor, could we go somewhere to talk?"
"Sure, I replied taking her hand and helping her up, let's go to the master bedroom it will be quieter and more private than the rest of the house."
Once in the bedroom, I grabbed a robe and sat in one of the two chairs we had in there, Gwen sat in the other.
"Alright, Gwen what's on your mind?" I quizzed.
"Well Jack, I want to apologize for what you may have seen in the other room."
"Nonsense, Gwen, I responded, there is certainly a sky high sexual atmosphere going on and it would not be human of you not to be stimulated."
Gwen began to speak softly as if she had heavy thoughts to convey.
"Jack, my former husband and I were swingers for several years and that caused some major problems in our lives, Gwen remarked. It was not my first choice, but we were having issues and I suspected he was cheating. He suggested that we explore the swinging scene as a way to examine some of our problems. I was an idiot, but I loved him and went along."
Gwen took a deep breath and continued, "I later discovered he was having an affair and the swinging was an excuse to be with her. I felt really duped and since then has a hard time trusting as well as getting involved with other men, especially married ones."
"I see I responded. How does that relate to Henry and you?"
Gwen, glancing downward said "We did swing at home unfortunately and Henry did witness some of the activity. Of course he had questions and we did not address them correctly I felt. My ex-husband told him our actions were normal and when he was older he could take part. So in answer to your question my son has seen me naked and far worse so what you just saw in the other room was mild. And no, we have not nor will we have relations. But, Gwen sighed, I do miss the excitement of the action"
I kind of understood as Gwen was getting her "high" thru osmosis by observing all the sex around her while still trying to alter the reasoning behind it all. We continued to chat though it was clear Gwen was not ready to participate. I respected her wishes and did not pursue the matter but I was hopeful at some future point I could hook up with her.
With our conversation ended, Gwen left the room and I soon followed, tossing the robe aside. Passing the guest bedroom where the earlier action was intense with Molly, Ned, Henry and Janet pounding away, it was relatively quiet. Only Molly and Janet remained and lay on the bed trying to revive their energy levels. I decided to keep moving and enter the living room to see what could be afoot now.
Well the action had not diminished much in this part of the house. I was excited to see some intense fucking going on. Holding on to the back of the couch was Tonya and Sasha, bent at the waist with their alternate spouse giving them some doggy action. Terrell was hitting Sasha's sweet spot as she was really moaning and breathing hard. Leon was doing the same to Tonya.
I was delighted to see that Edna had not slowed down. Les was between his wife's thighs giving that red haired cunt a thorough tongue lapping. Working on those sweet giant tits was Mark, who had those long hard nipples between his teeth. He was moving his head back in what looked like an effort to extend those babies. Ned was sitting next to Mark trying to get a very limp dick to raise the flag one more time; it did not appear that he was having much success.
Over in the kitchen area, Henry and Allie were playing grab ass while snacking on some deli items. Still dressed and reserved looking was Martha, just taking all the sights in. The party, still going had lost some of its zeal, simply because folks were getting fucked out.
I felt energized for some reason and decided I needed more of mature Edna and those huge hooters. Both Les and Mark had stopped working on Edna and I made a beeline for those tits. She glanced up and gave me a smile which told me she was enjoying herself.
Sitting down next to Edna, I gave her a quick kiss while beginning to fondle her breasts.
Whispering to her, I asked for a tit fuck, she responded by leaning forward and having her tits engulf my now resurgent dick. Even back to hardness, my manhood was out of sight in that huge mountain range of flesh. Edna grabbed her tits, I grabbed them and with four hands we were rubbing the length of my cock thru them. If I had died right then I would have been content, because this was heaven.
After rubbing my cock thru those hooters for some time, I felt my cum boil start. I didn't want to come just yet, so I pulled away from Edna's tits and went behind her. Having earlier seen her receiving an anal fuck, I let my cock get wet rubbing on her pussy. Lifting slightly, I set my cock by her puckered hole. Inserting slowly, Edna responded by a more rapid grunt as well more juice from her pussy. It only took a few strokes to place me on the edge of coming, so I pulled out and went back to her tits and finished by shooting my load all over her nipples. Edna lifted her tits one by one and licked off my deposit with a flourish.
Getting up I noticed Ned fully dressed standing by the entryway. I walked over to him and asked what was going on. Ned said he just got a call on his cell that his crew was being called out to a jobsite they had that reported burst pipes and flooding. He said it was his biggest job of the year and every man was called in for emergency. When I inquired about Martha, he said to let her know what happened and to head home when she wanted to.
After Ned quickly left, I went back into the kitchen area to see about Martha. She had moved slightly; she was sitting in another chair than the one before but she was still primarily a bump on a log demeanor. I told her what Ned had said and that he was gone; Martha started to get up and act like she was leaving. I thought I would act on my earlier instincts and told her to sit down and stay. Without hesitation, that is what she did. My suspicion was that she was submissive; that supposition was proving correct.
