This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess.
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Her Story
It was about a year after I had my first threesome, that I would experience a 'two-for', two new experiences in the same evening. It would be a result of attending a social with Harry and Vicki at their 'club'. These things were a 'meet and greet' affair, no couplings allowed on premise, just a chance to socialize and meet others in the lifestyle.
There were never any sexual encounters between the four of us at all, and except for my first time, Harry wasn't a part of my 'rotation' as Ray called it. Once a month or so, I would get 'the urge' and we'd have a romp with either Greg or Geoff, both always satisfying, on many different levels. I was happy with that, I was very content but at times, I did wonder about other possibilities; with a couple perhaps, or with another woman, but I would wonder, that's all.
We saw Harry and Vicki socially; movies, bar-b-ques, etc. but nothing sexual. As I've mentioned before, I truly believe that, down deep, Vick resented me in Ray's life. Oh well, you can't please 'em all, can you?
They asked us to this because this particular social was a 'bring a friend theme', to introduce new faces to the mix. We went with them as their guests as a favor to them. Later, I told Ray that I was also a bit interested in how those things worked; the socials that is, and I was looking forward to watching the dynamics of such an event among the attendees. So it was in this frame of mind that I attended my first-ever, swingers' social, ta-da!
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Everybody had a name tag, as tacky as that sounds, but I see the logic. We strolled the floor of the Hotel Ballroom, which had been rented for the occasion, with Harry and Vick. There was no tension between Vick and me. I believe we both understood where we were in our relationship, and accepted it for what it was. We did remain civil with each other when together with our guys.
Vick and I had drifted away from the guys when they stopped to talk sports, or whatever, with a couple of other guys that Harry knew from his club. She saw a friend of hers across the room, and telling me she'd be right back, took off to say hello leaving me standing there, not really knowing a soul. Oh well, I went to the open bar, ordering a Bloody Mary, really for no other reason than to have something in my hand, as I looked around the room. Ray caught my eye, raising his eyebrow in a question, and I waved him off, signaling that I was fine, to continue with his guy-talk with the fellows.
"Is he a friend of yours?" I heard an unknown female voice say from behind me. Turning around to the voice, my breath was taken away by the beauty of the woman, a younger woman, who had asked the question.
She introduced herself; she was Kathy, and pointing to a guy near the fountain in the middle of the room, she told me that was her husband, Jorge. I stammered my name, her dark blue eyes mesmerizing me and told her that the man she referred to was my husband, Ray. She smiled a beautiful smile at me and I became aware of her scent; a subtle trace of the smell of orchids, and an intoxicating smell.
"Want to get some air with me?" she asked, and following her out to the smoking section, outside, we sat at a table, away from the smokers. We made small talk, exchanging info about ourselves, our spouses, her voice, as entrancing as her eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, though I tried a couple of times by looking around at the people gathered on the outside, but I always turned back to her, quickly at that, wanting to gaze upon her forever, it seemed.
Ray found us and I introduced him to Kathy. He asked if we needed anything from the bar and we both said no, that we were still sipping. I told him to shove off but not in so many words, more like, "you can rejoin your buddies, we're fine and I'll find you in a little bit." Ray smiled at me curiously but got the hint and excusing himself, left us to go back inside.
Kathy had scooted her chair closer to mine when Ray joined us but after he left, she remained sitting close. We leaned on the arms of our chairs, continuing our conversation, the substance of which, I can't tell you. At some point, I became aware that Kathy was holding my hand as it dangled near hers from the chair-arm, and that she was softly rubbing it, caressing it and I had no intention of stopping her. She started talking about her and Jorge's involvement in the scene, that they enjoyed it a lot, but participated infrequently because of their individual work schedules. He worked nights and she worked days.
I listened, and as I listened, I began returning her hand touches, enjoying the contact. When she moved her chair closer at one point and put her hand on my thigh, under the tablecloth, I didn't stop her. I didn't want to stop her. I had never been sexually attracted to a woman before, but this, this was different, and I was letting the experience happen, happily so.
She asked me to accompany her to the restroom but thought we'd use one nearer the lobby area, further away from the event room, thereby providing little or no waiting. Made sense to me, I thought, rising with her, her hand still holding mine, mine still holding hers,
She was right; there was no one in the ladies room just off the lobby, it was near eleven at night and the lobby traffic was zilch. We 'did our thing' and met back at the sink, chit-chatting as we washed. I dropped my paper towel into the trash and waited for her to finish. She did, and turning to me, she smiled, pulled me to her and kissed me. It took me about a second to register what was happening, but when I did, I kissed her back, opening my mouth to her tongue.
It felt so normal and I don't know why it did. I had never kissed a woman like that in my life, but I liked what I was feeling. She broke away, looked at me with those gorgeous eyes, and came back for seconds, my mouth opening and my eyes closing when I saw it coming. As we kissed each other, she took a hand from my back and brought it to my chest, quickly finding that I didn't have on a bra, her hand squeezing my breast tenderly, and my breaths becoming difficult to take.
Stopping again, I gave her a quick kiss and said, "That felt really nice, I enjoyed that." She didn't answer except to smile and run her fingertips along my cheek. Taking me by the hand again, we walked out through the lobby, and around the side of the hotel, to return to the table we had left. On the way, out of sight of the front of the hotel or the area where we were heading to, she pulled me, gently, into a treed area in the shadows.
Kissing me deeper, and more passionately, both of her hands were on my breasts, feeling me, fondling me as we kissed. Reflexively, I put my hand on her breast and began feeling her up, as well. We heard a noise and, reluctantly stopping, we stepped back onto the walkway to our area, both smiling a bit.
She saw Jorge and made a 'just a sec' motion with her hand, and asked me to exchange numbers with her, which I did. Kissing me on the lips quickly, she said, "I'll call you," and went off to join her guy.
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I found my group standing in the ballroom looking for me, and when asked where I'd been, I didn't lie; I said I had been in the restroom. I was fairly silent on the drive home; social, but quiet, something that Ray noticed right away, but didn't put me on the spot by asking me about it in front of Harry and Vick. We dropped them off, kissed them goodnight, and drove home. I told Ray to join me in the hot tub when we got home and I'd fill him in.
He joined me in the tub after mixing us a night-cap, and toasted me. Then, I told him; I told him of the touches, of the kissing, and of the fondling. I told him of the excitement I felt with her, and the draw I felt from her. I told him of the number exchange and that she said she'd call. I told him all and afterwards, I was hornier than hell; his cock erected as I told him the evening's activities with Kathy, and I gave him a world-class blowjob, and I got off when he did, thanks to his magic thumb on my magic button.
Lying in bed afterwards in each other's arms, he asked if Kathy was 'fishing' as a couple or as a bi. I told him that I didn't know, or care. That I wanted to explore that door she opened in my being when she kissed me and that I wanted to see where it led. If it took for us to meet them as a couple, I asked if he was interested. Of course, he said, if you're interested, then I'm in, whatever it is.
Drifting off to sleep in Ray's arms, I remember thinking that I was definitely interested in Ms. Kathy and what lay behind those gorgeous eyes.
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She called the next day and I damned near broke my neck racing to the phone which caused Ray no end of laughter. We talked for over an hour, typical girl talk, and I loved her voice in my ear. When she asked if we'd be interested in meeting with her and Jorge, I said absolutely. When she asked if I'd like some time alone with her, before the guys got involved, I said absolutely. When she asked if I'd like her to make love to me, I said absolutely, ab-so-fucking-lutely! And when she asked if I would make love to her as well, I didn't hesitate before saying, absolutely.
Hanging up the phone, I realized that my panties were wet, not damp, but wet. Grabbing Ray by his hand, I took him upstairs and screwed his brains out, the image of Kathy's head between my legs, driving my orgasm.
Lying on my back, my arm thrown across Ray's chest afterwards, I told him that we had a 'date' next weekend with Kathy and Jorge. He smiled, got hard, and had me again, thank you very much!
