"How long have you been fucking other guys?" Emily asked calmly over breakfast.
We had gotten home very late the previous night, showered, cleaning all of Clark's cum off of our faces. In the middle of the night she had woken me with a finger in my ass and her mouth around my cock. We fucked passionately until the sun rose and then slept in until almost noon.
"Just Clark." I said quietly, then remembered that one night. "And his friend Tom, but I only sucked his cock."
She choked a little on her eggs. "So you're bisexual?"
"I guess..." I trailed off and took a sip of my coffee. "It's just sex, I'm not like in love with him, we don't even kiss."
She sat silent for a long moment, thinking this over. It was infidelity, I wasn't kidding myself about that, whether it was a man or not I had still been cheating on my wife. "I wish you had told me you had... interests?" She finally broke the silence. "We could have explored this together."
"I didn't know until it was happening." I said. I described that first night, Clark watching me masturbate through the picture window, then the escalation, the first time I sucked his cock, the first time he penetrated me, the night that Tom joined us.
I expected fury as I went into detail about our encounters, but instead her hand disappeared beneath the table. Her beautiful breasts heaved as she listened to my story, playing with her clit through her skimpy pajama bottoms.
When I finished she sighed a gentle orgasm and hung her head for a moment, then looked back up at me. "Well I'm glad it's not a secret anymore. This will take some adjustment, but I love you, and as long as you still love me, and the passion stays, I'm willing to adjust." Then she flashed a sly smile. "Plus it's so fucking hot watching you get fucked by a big fat cock. Clark has a hell of a gift."
"He really does." I smile back. "I didn't expect to enjoy him fucking you so much, but as long as it was pure lust, that was spectacular."
We went about our Sunday as usual. Running errands, tidying the apartment and doing general cleaning. In the evening we ate dinner and sat down to watch some television, a trashy reality show that let us shut our brains down. When we were getting ready for bed I heard Emily's phone ping with a text message. She looked at it as she climbed under the covers beside me.
"It's Vanessa, she invited us to a party at their friend's house on Friday." She said looking at her phone.
What kind of party? I thought to myself, just a get together? Or something more? "What do you think?"
She looked at me. "I think we could stand to make some new friends." She smiled, rolling toward me and reaching down into my pajama bottoms to wrap her hand around my stiffening cock.
That night we made love, tender, loving. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
The week dragged by, trying to focus on work with this party looming. When Friday came Vanessa sent Emily the address, it was a little ways out in the suburbs. We dressed, I went commando in soft linen slacks, loafers that would be easy to slip out of, and a loose comfortable button down. Vanessa put on lingerie, a bra that simply supported her large breasts, leaving her beautiful nipples exposed, matching garter with stockings and no panties. She wore a vibrant red dress that showed off plenty of cleavage and hugged her thick frame perfectly.
The drive was about an hour, the house was tucked away in a development, at the end of a long driveway, secluded from the neighbors. At least fifteen other cars lined the driveway. And the house was huge, practically a mansion. We held hands, nervously playing with each other's fingers as we approached the front door and rang the doorbell. We could hear the obvious sounds of a party in full swing.
The woman who opened the door wore only a silk bathrobe, tall and slender. She must have been in her mid fifties, age showing on her beautiful face, flecks of grey in her long hair. Her erect nipples showed clearly through the thin fabric as she looked us both over.
"You must be Jason and Emily." She said extending a welcoming hand with a soft smile. "I'm Dalia."
We shook hands as she led us in and closed the door. "Vanessa wasn't lying, you two look delicious."
We looked around the party as we stepped through the threshold. Barely a stitch of clothing in the house, dozens of people mingling and socializing, bodies of all shapes and sizes and ages.
"Follow me." Dalia removed her robe and hung it on a hook by the door. She was fit, the hint of abs on her belly, firm ass, perky tits. She led us to a room off the entry hall where there were cubbies lining the walls. "You can get undressed in here, pick a cubby and store your things, don't worry, no thieves here." She walked past us, running a hand over Emily's breast and then my package. "When you're settled come join the party, I'll show you around, lots of fun to be had here."
We stood alone in the room for a long time, trying to steady our breathing as we looked at one another.
"Let's do this, baby." Emily finally said, pulling her dress straps down and letting it slither to the floor at her feet. She removed her bra and shoes and placed everything neatly in a cubby, standing before me in only her garter and stockings I was captivated, but my nervous cock had not yet awoken. She undressed me, adding my clothing to the cubby. She kissed me deeply and led me out into the house.
We walked past the party goers, several stopping to hungrily admire both of our bodies, this got me, being looked at like this by dozens of complete strangers. My cock began to jump and grow as we walked by completely exposed.