We didn't make it to the bedroom right away. My wife and I looked at each other after the guys left, then attacked each other like a couple of teenagers without supervision. We were rolling on the floor in the living room. Our hands and mouths were all over each other. We finally made it to the bedroom very late. We were exhausted, but not tired. We attacked each other again.
I haven't had that much sex, or wanted it so badly, since I was in my 20's. We finally fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next day when we got up it was no longer morning. We set out to clean up after last night's party.
Shelly said, "I'm sorry that they left so early. I was just getting warmed up."
"I know," I said, laughing. "You were a wild woman last night, or was that this morning?"
"I really liked it and you seemed to as well, and not just after the guys left."
"I loved it every time one of the guys put his hands on you and I thought that I was going to explode when you used their hands to get yourself off!"
"Do you think that we can do it again?" she asked with a questioning look. "The guys did seem in shock by the end of the evening and they all left so fast."
"I'll talk to the guys, but I would love to do it again. I'll see if the guys want to take it further; I know that I do and you already said that you do." I was laughing and so was she; that laugh you get when you are planning to do things that your parents wouldn't approve of.
We set upon our weekend chores, and late in the afternoon I called each of the guys to tell them how much Shelly and I had enjoyed last night's party and to tell them that we wanted to do it again. Each of the guys was both eager and afraid to continue. I tried to alleviate their fears and said that we would talk more about it later in the week. I also mentioned that Shelly had wanted to go further.
Throughout the rest of the week I talked with the guys individually and they were starting to get excited about seeing Shelly again.
Shelly was anxious and asked me often if the guys were too scared to continue. I called Bob and told him about Shelly's concerns. He told me that he had enjoyed the fashion show, so I asked him to talk to Shelly. I handed her the phone.
"Hi, Bob," she said, " I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed last Friday night, and that I hope we can do it again. I felt so alive and desired; I just hope that you didn't feel too weird about it." She talked with him for several more minutes and, when she got off of the phone, she was beaming. "I think he wants to go further," she said.
I called Jim- he was the most reluctant - and told him that Shelly wanted to talk to him, then handed her the phone. They were on the phone together for half an hour. She was excited when she came up to me in the living room. "He's getting some ideas now about how great it could be next time. We need to plan what we want to do." We started laughing and talking about this upcoming party.
