Masturbation Party

Author's notes:

Warning: This story contains bisexual sex. There is both hetero sex, and bisexual sex between both women and men. If you're not into that, then kindly back out and find another story.

Everyone in this story is over eighteen. I hope you enjoy it. Ratings and comments are always welcome, but please, only if you've read the story.

Masturbation Party

Chapter Three:

I've been staring at a posted note stuck to my frig for the past two weeks. It was the phone number my masseuse Rebecca had given me--her mother's number. She told me her mother had kicked her latest boyfriend out and was now single again. The boyfriend was apparently too sexually boring for her. I recalled Rebecca telling me her mother was a sexual wild child; that certainly piqued my interest. I had been meaning to call her, but I was having so much fun with my new friends Gina and Chad that I kept putting it off.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this is Sandy?"

"Speaking..."

"My name is Peter. Rebecca gave me your number, and she said I should give you a call."

"Oh...yes...Rebecca informed me about you."

I wondered if Rebecca told her mother about my hard cock she almost couldn't keep her hands off of during my massage with her.

"So...here we are then," I said, trying to keep the awkward moment of silence from growing, and not knowing what else to say. I thought back, and couldn't remember ever having cold-called a women for a date before.

"My daughter mentioned your wife passed away recently."

"Yes. About a year ago."

"So...you're over it now? I mean...as much as anyone can be. Are you ready to move on?"

"I already have," I said, thinking of Chad and Gina.

"Good to hear it. Look, Peter...I'm going to be frank with you. I feel it's better to just get all of our relationship wants and needs right out in the open--everything right up front. If we're not right for one another, so be it; it's better to know sooner than later."

"Yes, of course, and I agree," I said, while thinking of my own failures to do that in the past, and the cost that accrued.

"Okay then...I'll be blunt. I'm forty seven years old. I don't know how many more sexually active years I have left in me, but I want to live the last of them to the fullest. I'm not looking for another monogamist relationship. I want an open relationship. Are you getting what I'm talking about?"

"Yes. I understand."

"I've found that most men can't handle that. I'm talking about swingers, Peter. I want a partner that wants to swing with me. Do you understand what that means?"

"Sure...I understand. Are you opposed to bisexual swinging?" I thought I'd add in the spirit of getting it all out in the open.

"Well...ah...I...ah...no...ah...I'm not."

I didn't immediately respond as I contemplated the weight of her stuttering.

The light dimmed on my cell. "Hello? Sandy, are you still there?"

"You stumped me, Peter. I didn't expect that.

Umm...look...to tell you the truth, I have had some experience with other women, but that was many years ago...during college. Is this what you're referring to?"

"Yes, and men too," I added assertively.

"Honestly, that's not something I've thought about when I think of swinging," she said.

Rebecca had mentioned to me she thought her mother might be too much for me to handle. It seemed the tables had turned.

"Well, you'll need to give it some thought if you want to go out with me. I like to swing too, but I'm bisexual." I surprised myself how easily I could identify myself to others as Bi now. After just the past two weeks, with the masturbation group and then the threesomes with Chad and Gina, I finally felt at ease announcing who I really was.

"I don't know why it should bother me. Like I said I have been with some women."

"It's just social conditioning. We've accepted the narrative that it's okay for women to have sex with each other, and most men love seeing it in porn. But when it comes to men that seems a bridge too far for most straight people," I added, attempting to ease her burden.

"I suppose you're right," she responded sheepishly.

"Have you actually done any swinging?" I inquired. I had gotten the feeling that she wanted to, but hadn't found the right man to help get her there.

"I did have a threesome once with two of my lovers, but that only happened once. Does that count?"

"Two men?"

"Yes with two men. Between committed relationships I play the field a little, but It's hard to get any of them to join in a threesome or anything. Sooner or later, one of those lovers becomes my steady boyfriend. It doesn't seem to take long before we fall into a sexual rut. That's been the modus operandi I'm trying to change. "

"Well maybe if you had one of your girlfriends join in, you'd get more interest from those males."

"Yeah...," she chuckled. "Problem is, all my current girlfriends aren't interested in that lifestyle either."

"So how did you like the threesome?" I inquired.

"I loved it. It's all I fantasize about, and masturbate to. Oh...I masturbate a lot. I guess I should tell you that since we're laying it all out there. Most men can't handle that either. Well, at least the ones I've gone out with. They're insecure about it. They seem to think that I should be satisfied with what they give me. I don't want to have to feel that I need to hide my masturbation when I'm living with someone--not at my age. I want a real man that's not threatened by my hand or a toy."

She was starting to sound an awful lot like me. I told her about the Thursday night masturbation group I've been attending, but I left out the bisex threesome sessions with Chad and Gina; I didn't want to overwhelm her right off the bat.

"It seems we have a lot in common," I encouraged. I wasn't sure if my bisexuality was a deal breaker or not for her. "So what do you think? Do you want to meet and see if everything else falls into place?"

"I'm trying to imagine two men having sex, and I'm finding it hard to..."

"And I'm imagining two woman having sex and I'm hard as a rock," I interrupted.

"Look...if my bisexuality is an issue..."

"It's not," she interjected. "It's really not, but you have to understand, there's a lot of momentum I'm fighting against. Oh what the hell...okay...okay...I'd be a fool not to try with you; considering the luck I've had with the straight lot of you men. Yes...I do...I want to meet and see where this goes."

"How about tonight?"

"Okay...Jerome's at six o'clock?" She offered decisively.

I thought of Chad and Gina; Jerome's was their place. I wanted so much to get into a foursome with them and some other woman, but it was way too early to think about that with Sandy.

"How about The Elm? Jerome's is kinda busy. I know we can get a quiet table so we can talk at The Elm," I maneuvered.

"The Elm it is then. Six still good?"

"Yes. I'll be at the bar...white linen pants and blue shirt. I'll probably be the only guy in there with white linen pants."

It was a warm late summer evening when I walked into the Elm at 5:45pm. I asked the hostess to reserve a quiet table outside near the stream.

I made way to the bar and ordered a stiff gin and tonic.

I had a few minutes to think about whether I was doing the right thing. I wanted so desperately to find a woman like Sandy to swing with, but I was hoping for someone more enthusiastic about my bisexuality than she seemed to be on the phone call. I was hoping for someone more open-minded like Gina, but Gina was a one in a million.

My eyes were glued at the entrance. At about six o'clock, a sexy looking woman, dressed in a short blue cocktail dress, walked in alone. My heart skipped a beat thinking it was her, but then she disappeared and headed down a hallway. Ten minutes later a voice addressed me from behind as I watched the entrance. "You must be Peter."

I turned and it was the woman that walked in alone. She must have gone to the powder room, and then came around the other side and checked me out before committing to the evening.

Next to me stood a very sexy older version of Rebecca. Not a spitting image, but there was a strong resemblance between mother and daughter. Her soft brown hair flecked with gray framed a pretty face. Her blue eyes smiled and sparkled as she extended her hand in greeting.

We tried to engage in small talk at the bar area, but it was too noisy. I thought it best to get to our table straight away.

I flagged the hostess. She led us out through a side door and down a path to our stream side table for two. The tables were set along a path facing a lazy brook. Lush plants and flowers adorned the path and stream side. Ornamental trees and bushes separated the tables and offered some privacy. The seating was set so we both sat on the same side facing the stream.

The soft evening sunlight played with the mist rising off the water. A musk in the air triggered my lizard brain. For a moment, I felt as if I had been transposed back to primordial times. The redolence that wafted into my senses was a mix of the surrounding flora, the aquatic bouquet emanating from the stream, and Sandy's womanly essence. The Garden-of-Eden atmosphere went straight to my loins and stiffened my cock.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Her voice cut through to my primal trance.

My eyes refocused on her lightly freckled face. Her warm smile grounded me back to the present. "Rebecca told me you were a sexy lady, but she neglected to mention how radiantly beautiful you are."

"Thank you. My daughter said you were handsome, and she did not exaggerate," she countered with a salacious smile.

The waitress came by to take our drink order. Her presence interrupted our flirtatious banter.

There was an awkward silence for a while after the waitress left. Sandy broke it by giggling an infectious laugh, and I was powerless not to join in.

"What are we laughing about," I managed.

"Oh...us...not knowing what to say like we're teenagers on a first date or something," she said.

"Funny isn't it. We were talking so open and freely about our sex lives on the phone earlier today, but now face to face we're a couple of clams."

"Well...I think there's more at stake now that we've met in person; wouldn't you say?" She offered.

"If I'm reading your body language correctly, I think we're both attracted to one another. So, what you're saying is there's now something to lose. Earlier on the phone, we were just voices with a promise, but nothing invested," I postulated.

The waitress came with our drinks. I told her we were in no hurry to order anything else.

"Tell me about your childhood," Sandy changed the subject. We briefly exchanged stories about where we grew up and our families.

"Tell me about Rebecca's father," I switched the subject.

"Oh, my ex-husband...yeah, he turned out to be gay," she blurted out. "He's now living in Miami."

Her hesitation about my bisexuality suddenly made more sense. "I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," she continued. "The divorce was actually the best thing that ever happened to me. I found myself afterwards...sexually speaking. I've had a lot of lovers since, and I have enjoyed myself. There's just some unfinished desires, as we've talked about earlier."

It was refreshing to talk to a woman so openly about sexual matters. Sandy was the first female I had ever done that with. Gina and Chad have opened up my sexual world, but we didn't talk much.

"Tell me about your swinging experiences," she said with a sly smile. I was glad she wanted to get back to the topic of our earlier phone conversation.

"Well...I'm kinda new to it." I told her more about the masturbation group, and the sex afterwards.

As I described in intimate detail that first threesome in Chad's summerhouse, my cock grew hard. I reached under the tablecloth and unbuttoned my pants fly and took out my cock. We were sitting shoulder to shoulder. I continued to talk as I reached for her hand and directed it under the table to my hard-on.

A sudden look of concern brushed her face. Her eyes darted side to side. "No one can see," I whispered. Her shoulders relaxed and a lustful smile graced her face as she started stroking me under the tablecloth.

"Rebecca mentioned your cock," she murmured. "I see she didn't exaggerate there either."

"Does your daughter always find your lovers for you," I jested.

"Not always," she teased with a wink.

I reached my hand underneath the table cloth and touched her right knee. She opened her legs and I moved my hand up her thigh. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply as my hand met her wet exposed pussy. My middle finger found her clit and I masturbated her. She soon quietly quaked in orgasm. I was pleased to see she was quick to cum--my kinda girl.

"Do you want to go to my place?" she asked, her voice husky with lust.

I flagged down the waitress and we squared up. I gave her a big tip, since we skipped out on dinner.

I took Sandy's hand as we walked through the parking lot to her car. She turned to me and leaned back against her car door. I leaned into her and ground my hard cock up against her pelvis. She titled her head and we kissed passionately. She moaned and grabbed my cock through my pants. "I want you," she breathed.

I followed Sandy in my car to her house. She sped through town with me on her tail.

Just inside her door, she presented her back to me and lifted her hair. I downed the zipper, and she stepped naked out of the pile of dress on the floor. She took my hand and led me down a hallway to her bedroom. Her pear shaped ass sashayed under her thin waist.

She went to the nightstand and turned on a light that emitted a soft glow. She turned to me and stood a moment striking a suggestive pose. While she could not be called a classic beauty, all of her five foot four inch frame was a sexual dynamo. She was pretty enough, but it was the sum of her parts that exuded her sexiness. Her full natural breasts remained high for her forty seven years. Her nipples, surrounded by nicely proportioned areola, were large and erect, and begging to be sucked.

She slowly walked to me. Her eyes sparkled in the soft light. Her petite hands unbuttoned and removed my shirt. She undid the buttons on my pants; she knelt and slid them off my hips. I haven't worn underwear in years, so my suddenly freed cock sprung out and bopped her chin. On her knees, she removed my sandals and lifted each foot out of my bunched up pants on the floor. She slowly slid her hands up my legs to my crotch. She smiled up at me as she took my erect cock in her hands and slowly stroked me. She put her nose to my sack and breathed deeply. "Mmmm, so sweet." She stroked me harder, as she gazed at my cock admiringly.

She stood and then pushed me back onto the bed. I slithered on my back towards the headboard until my head found a pillow. She climbed on the bed and licked her way from my feet to my crotch. She tongued my ball sack and then licked my cock from base to tip before engulfing my shaft into her lovely mouth.

We sucked and fucked until the wee hours of the morning. I used all of my staying power, practiced from years of edging, to satisfy her over and over again. I wanted her to know that this bisexual loves to please women. I wanted no doubt in her mind that she should allow me to escort her into the world of swinging.

The next day was a Tuesday. I called Chad during my lunch break at work.

"Chad, I'm glad you picked up."

"What is it, Peter?"

"Can I talk to you in person...soon. Can we meet for a drink or something?"

"Sure...sure...what's the matter?"

"Nothing serious. I just don't want to discuss it on the phone."

"Okay. Come over tonight. Gina is not here. She's out of town. Six o'clock?"

Chad was standing in his front yard tending to some of his plants when I pulled up.

"Peter, so good to see you. Now what's on your mind," he said, as he put his arm around me and we walked into his house.

"Drink?"

"Yes. Whatever you're having."

He poured me a scotch on the rocks.

"First, I want to tell you how much I appreciate you bringing me into your fold; both the masturbation group and with Gina and you. It's just...well...I've been having sex with you and Gina for a few weeks now and I don't really know much about you, or what the boundaries are."

"What do you need to know? And what's this boundaries? What do you mean?"

"Well...for example, is it okay to bring someone else in to the group?"

"The Thursday group? That's invite only, so...I don't know. Maybe...Gina and I would have to check him out."

"That someone is a woman; are women allowed on Thursday night?"

"Ahh...you're getting your dick wet elsewhere--good for you, Peter. I don't know; we've never had another woman in the masturbation group...only Gina. I'll have to ask her."

And what about Gina...does she like other women?"

"Ah...yes she does...very much so. In fact, that's where she is tonight; I suspect right about now she is going down on her good friend Teresa," he laughed.

"That's what I mean, Chad. I don't know much about you and Gina other than I have awesome sex with you two."

"I suppose you're right, Peter. We haven't told you much, but that's part of the intrigue; it can be powerfully erotic, no? Gina is also bisexual, and we swing with others, both together and separately--we have an open arrangement. These questions you have are natural. It's fine that you're asking. I like you, Peter, and I'd like to introduce you to more of our friends. That is, if you want to?"

"Yes...yes...of course I do, and that's what I'm getting at. Look...I met this amazing woman and she wants to get into the swinging lifestyle. We just met and we've only had sex once, but she's incredible. I think you'll like her."

"Okay, but if she's not a good fit, then I will to tell you that, Peter, and she won't be invited back. So if that happens, you'll need to make a choice. You following me?"

"Yes, I get it. I can't expect anything more."

"These things are tricky, Peter. Not everyone is a good fit. We only want good vibes when we are with others...no drama, and the chemistry has to be right.

I wondered how it was that I was a good fit right off the mark with them, and who decides, Gina or Chad?

"What about the others in the masturbation group? I know about Jim of course, but do you do more than just masturbate with the others?" I had been dying to ask him that question.

"Oh, that group? Most of them just attend the Thursday masturbation session. Mark is married, but his wife doesn't want sex any more. He doesn't want to cheat on her though, so this gets him off. Danny and Fred are old gay lovers, they only want to masturbate with others. Damon is Gina's younger half brother. So...while they masturbate together, there's no sex. And of course, that makes him off-limits to me also. Too bad, he's got a nice cock that one. Sam is probably still a virgin--who knows? He's a confirmed solo sexual, but we like him...so. They each have their story. The numbers are usually down for the summer; more guys will be back come autumn. People come and go out of that group too, you'll see."

"What about me? What did you see in me that made you ask me to stay and have sex with you and Gina, and Jim, that first Thursday?" I just had to ask.

"Ahh, you're fishing a little eh? Okay, Peter, I'll tell you. We have something in common you and me. I was once a bi-man married to a straight woman. Like you I lived a straight man's life. And like you my first wife passed away; much younger than yours--this was many years ago now. I loved her, but it was tough to live a lie--you know. After my wife passed, I vowed to not live that lie anymore. I started to follow my sexual bliss, which I think is what you are also doing...no?"

I nodded yes. Chad's story made me feel closer to him.