Our 6-Level Orgy: About Jealousy

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Note to readers:

Welcome back to the orgy at the home of Sally and Jack. The participants are, on the whole, okay with their spouses banging beyond matrimony, while they do the same--but humans have emotions. Jealousy can arise for any number of reasons, even within a secure relationship. Fiona and Larry describe how they cope with it. As with the other "6-Level" stories, this one stands alone, but is about the same collection of characters. Details of the sex are in the tags. Enjoy!)

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I'm going to write something about the orgy we attend, but first I need to see if this two-person input works. Are you there, Honey?

I'm here. Do you read me? Over.

Loud and clear! Well, clear anyway, the words on the screen aren't 'loud.' So the networking arrangement that 'Steffi' and 'Bob' set up is working.

Anyway. Hello, World! I'm supposed to call myself 'Fiona,' and my husband has the code name 'Larry.' Oooo, this seems like a spy movie, doesn't it, Honey?

I think it's more like superheroes, with secret identities. But I grew up on comic books. Funny, neither one of us says it's like porno, even though this is all about you and me having sex with other people.

To me, what we do doesn't seem like porno. We get together with friends, and have fun, which just happens to include sex. And for you and me, it's even like therapy.

Because it's supposed to get us over our jealousy.

'Supposed to?' You think that isn't working?

I still have a problem. Not while we're there, doing it, and 'doing' our friends. It's great then, and I feel fine. But there are times when I get jealous. When I'm alone, doing something ordinary, like if I'm at work. It flashes into my mind that my wife screws other men! For a few seconds, I hate that, and them, and even you. But eventually I shake it off. No, I don't hate you then for real, Babe. It's my gonads talking.

You shake it off, so our therapy works.

But it keeps happening. I'll recall you banging and blowing these guys, or I wonder what you did when you went away to a guest room with Hugh.

Hugh likes to sneak off like that. I won't say why, he has reasons for not having sex in the living room, because other people could watch. Would you feel better if I stopped doing that?

Look, it's not about me feeling better, I have to deal with it. You don't have to stop anything, at the orgy. Besides, when Hugh is in a guest room, I usually bang his wife.

Conchita really likes you.

I don't know about that. We have good sex together, but that's all it is.

See, this is where my side of the therapy comes in. I get jealous sometimes during the orgy, but not any other time. I feel secure and confident about my husband, when we're in our normal life, and how he feels about me.

Even when I'm angry about you getting porked by other men?

We should explain to everyone that Larry and I already know about our jealousy, and how we're dealing with it. In fact, Sally, who hosts the orgy, asked us to write this. It's part of what she and Jack are doing, posting what they've learned about group sex, so other people can benefit from our experience.

Since you mentioned Jack, I just ran a test in my head. I recalled him banging you, and played my head-video of that. Turns out, that didn't actually bug me much.

I think that's because you and I are 'together' now, although we're writing instead of talking, in different rooms but under the same roof. You've said that your problem is when you're alone.

I guess. Maybe. It's true that when it's just you and me having sex, at home, either I don't think about you at the orgy, or a brief flash doesn't affect me.

We haven't mentioned this yet. Jack is Sally's husband. They own the house where we meet. The living room is huge, and it's really fun when we're all playing there together, on sofas and floor cushions. But it's easiest, for me, when I don't actually see what Larry is doing. Not just what you do with the other women, Honey, but what you say to each other. You smile and laugh, or moan, and it makes me think you should do that with me instead.

Should I start using a guest room? Take Conchita there?

No! That might be worse!

Somebody else? Amy?

Can we talk write about something else?

Okay, I don't want to trigger you. But maybe this is a new subject for 'therapy.' I'm putting that in ironic quotes, because we don't have a therapist. We're making this stuff up, to see what works.

I'll think about this. Meanwhile, we should do what the other people in our group have done, and write about sex we've had at the orgy. Reading that is so much better than porno, because it's about our friends. They're so open about sharing their bodies, and giving pleasure, and writing how it feels when they have orgasms. I really want to write that! And this might be good for your therapy, Honey. You've already heard how the sex at the orgy feels for me, because I've pillow-talked to you about it. Seeing it in words on a screen might take you another step.

But what about you? Will you be okay with seeing words on a screen, about me fucking other women at the orgy?

I'm a little worried about that. How I'll feel. But I need the therapy too.

How about this. As one of us writes, if the other gets upset, barge in and write about that.

Yes. That sounds like a good idea.

I think you're more than a little worried.

Maybe. But we need to do this. Can I start?

Yeah, go ahead. By the way, I can hear from the monitors that the kids are sound asleep.

Okay. But I may have to explain some things first, if people haven't seen the other posts.

The orgy might seem a little odd, because we do this gradually. There are six levels, kind of like in a computer game. Some people don't want to do everything. Some couples think that they should only do real sex within their marriage. So you can fool around for a while, like making out, or dancing dirty, and then go home with your spouse. Then maybe the sex you have at home will be really wild, because you got all excited, but didn't actually do anything wrong. If that's what you agreed about.

I hope that makes sense. Here's an example, about one of the couples who go home early. Jack gave them the fake names 'Lindsay' and 'Bennett' when he wrote about them. (Lindsay is a woman, by the way. We're all man-and-woman couples, and most of us are over forty.) Bennett and Lindsay stay through Level Four, which is when we all get naked, but we don't do 'real' sex yet. But men play with Lindsay's nipples, and clitoris, and finger into her vagina. The women with really big breasts use them to masturbate Bennett's penis. After that excitement, and their orgasms, Bennett and Lindsay go home together.

Next is Level Five, which is when everyone can have oral sex. After that is Level Six, the moment most of us have been waiting for, which is when penises can be welcomed into vaginas. (Or even buttholes, but people don't do that very much at the orgy.) From Level Five on, everyone uses condoms. We want the sex to be safe.

Also, there's a bar in the living room, and Sally makes drinks, but nobody drinks to excess. The gradual move from one level to the next allows people to shed their inhibitions.

I'm relieved that Fiona can drop her inhibitions, and stay sober. So I have no problem with what she does to progress through the early levels--which she didn't describe. Level One is just conversation, maybe setting up later action. In Level Two, we make out, fully-dressed. In Level Three, we shed outer clothes. In Level Four, we go nude. For Level Three, nearly everyone stays in whatever underwear they have on. Fiona, however, goes into a bathroom and changes into a two-piece swimsuit.

Can I really be the only person in the world who feels this way? I've always felt that other people shouldn't see me in underwear. Definitely not my kids, so I'm never seen like that around the house. I accept that Larry sees me that way, but that's only when I'm on my way to nude, or maybe some sexy lingerie--seen only by him, in our closed bedroom. People in general, though? If they see me in underwear, there's something wrong. I don't ever let bra straps show beyond my clothes, and I can't understand women who are okay with that.

A swimsuit, now, is more like real clothes, for certain places in public: a swimming pool, or a beach. I have plenty of nice swimsuits, even some bikinis, which I wear at the orgy if I think I'm not pudgy that day. The men can kiss and caress my bare midriff, just like they can with the other women, when they're in underwear. But I feel like I'm well dressed, even while that's happening. It matters to me.

But then, in Level Four, you lose the swimsuit, and you're naked, like everybody else.

I don't think this is what we should write about. Do you want me to mention your bald spot?

Point taken. Please resume.

So. I think what happened last month is a good example of how we deal with jealousy. As we got to Level Four, Lester and Millie came up to Larry and me. They don't get to the orgy very often, because they have young kids. I know what it's like, trying to find sitters. So this couple did the active-consent thing of asking if they could have fun with us. They aren't what you'd call good-looking, but it's not like Larry and I are Hollywood material. So we paired off with them. My husband and Millie went to a loveseat, and Lester and I stretched out on floor cushions.

Lester kept his glasses on, which gets in the way of great kissing, but he says he wants to see all the naked women in the room, in detail. That definitely had him erect! But it was Level Four, so I didn't take him too far. Just some light stroking around his crotch.

This wasn't the first time we'd played around, but this time Lester asked in detail about what I like. And not just in Level Four, but for the rest of the night. So I told him, and asked him to inform me in the same detail for him.

Each person at the orgy has likes and dislikes. One of your likes might be a potential partner's dislike. It's a firm rule that nobody at the orgy has to do anything they don't want to do, and a 'no' must be accepted, with no explanation necessary. Between us, however, Lester and I worked out plenty of things we'd either like, or be willing to do. In Level Four, some of what we did was pretty obvious for naked people making out. I slowly fingered his testicles, and he gently rubbed the hood over my clitoris, while we tongue-kissed. As with every connection in Level Four, hugging close and feeling his naked skin on mine really got me going!

Then, because this is after all an orgy, we separated for a while, and I played around with some of the other men, whose likes and dislikes I already knew well. Aaron, for instance, likes to be tickled a little, just above his butt cheeks. He loves to kiss and fondle a woman's breasts, no matter the size and shape. I'm mostly indifferent to that, but it can add to the building of my excitement. By the end of Level Four, I was very stoked, as Larry puts it, and eager for what would happen from then on.

In the break between Levels Four and Five, Lester and Millie gathered me and Larry to confer quietly about what to do next. It's always a nice, free feeling, sitting together on floor cushions, in a calm moment between sexy actions.

"I don't take ED pills," said Lester quietly. He asked Larry, "Do you?"

"Yes," said my husband. With a smile he added, "Sildenafil. I like to make the most of the evening."

"At home," said Millie, "I'm glad that Les isn't, um, boosted like that. I usually only want one penetration in a session."

"It's more than that," said Lester. "I've tried pills. Even a small dose gets me close to an anxiety attack."

Larry asked Millie, "So how do you want to finish tonight?"

She smiled, and put a hand on his knee. "With you. I want you to take me in Level Six. You only."

That made me jealous! Millie was not just going to take my man, she was going to save herself for him, and make him special! But as I thought that, I remembered our 'therapy.' I had let myself react unreasonably. I found then, that the jealousy was just a reflex. I didn't feel hurt, or left out. So I didn't say anything, and I don't think anybody else noticed how I reacted.

It helped that Lester then got my attention. "Fiona, I'd like us to, um, go the distance with each other, in Level Five. I want to do that for you. And if you make me cum then, I should recover during Level Six. And I'd like to be with you then."

Millie glanced at Lester with a knowing smile, but she said to me, "He can do that. And then stay thick and hard, when it's real sex."

Lester blushed, but smiled. I couldn't help but be charmed by these two. They were so obviously in love, and showed it by sharing each other with different partners. Now I wasn't just stoked, I was committed to making this sex great for all of us. Even when Millie 'stole' my husband!

There was time left in the break for me to tell Hugh that I wouldn't be available to join him in a guest room. He was gracious, as always, about this 'rejection.'

I went with Hugh to the bar, where he propositioned Sally for Level Six. As busy as she was making drinks, she saw from my presence that Hugh didn't have me as an option.

"You bet!" Sally told him with a wink. "It's time for me to throw Jack into a jealous rage."

We all chuckled at that. Of every couple at the orgy, Sally and Jack seem to be the most immune to sex jealousy. It's one of the things I envy about her. Along with how cute she is, and how her breasts don't sag, and on and on.

I will now barge in with several paragraphs about how beautiful and sexy Fiona is.

That's sweet, but you can save it for pillow talk. Envy can overlap with jealousy, but it isn't really the same thing.

Level Five is fairly short, only fifteen minutes, and there's no break before Level Six. Sally and Jack have learned that oral sex can make people especially intense, so either it should be allowed to 'complete,' or the partners can switch right away to penis-in-vagina, if the fifteen minutes have elapsed and that's what they want. Forcing people to take a break then would be a bad idea.

(Of course, people aren't required to start banging the moment Level Six starts, but they're allowed to do so. Nobody is on an imposed schedule when a new level starts. You do what you like, when you can.) (Also, whatever was allowed in one level can be done in a later level. If people would like to do oral after Level Five, they can.)

I began Level Five with Lester, on floor cushions, giving him a blowjob. He had told me that in sixty-nine, he has trouble focusing on his partner, so our oral action would be with one person giving and the other receiving. I gave to him first, so his recovery time could then begin. He lay on his back and spread his legs, and I lay between them, prone, propped up on my elbows.

He was soft at first, so I stroked his shaft until he thickened, and I could then roll the condom onto him. Then, also in keeping with what he'd said, I licked and sucked his testicles, while not touching the penis. This stiffened his shaft, which then twitched a few times.

That was the cue for me to put his penis in my mouth. He squinted, and whimpered. I knew he didn't want me to wait, so I sucked strongly, sliding my lips up and down the condom (a taste I don't like, but I can put up with it). He whimpered louder, and his prick twitched hard, several times. I continued until the twitching ended.

"Thank you," he said, now staring at the ceiling. He drew in a ragged breath and said, "Very nice."

I took away my mouth, and saw that the condom tip bulged white.

Then we switched positions. From what I'd told him, he put his arms under my raised thighs, and reached around them to bring his hands together at my vulva, and slide apart my outer labia with his thumbs.

He licked upward, from the inner labia to inside the clit hood, then back down, with a sight suction at the top and the bottom.

He continued. With each lick, I felt a tingle. Each one was stronger than the one before, and moved more deeply through me.

Jack's voice announced the start of Level Six. Lester, bless him, kept licking me.

My body began its own twitching, first my buttocks, then my hips. What were once tingles now felt like lightning flashes! My clit extended, seeking Lester's tongue, impatient for it to arrive.

I know I started moaning, but wasn't really aware of that. Heat spread throughout my body, awakening every cell of me!

I felt my own fluid meeting Lester's saliva.

I howled. THAT, I was aware of!

My legs jerked upward. Lester stayed steady, and didn't stop. I shuddered with joy!

"Yeeessss!" I yelled. "Yes, oh yes! Y-you can stop now, L-Lester!" I felt like I was on fire, wonderfully! Only my husband's cunnilingus has ever equaled my ecstasy from Lester's oral love!

Lester started to stand up. I grabbed him into a hug that I ended only because my arms were shaking.

Lester said that he was eager for more with me, but I shouldn't wait for his recovery. I knew this meant that he wouldn't mind if I had sex with other men, but it was nice that Lester was polite and didn't say it in a nasty way. (What some people call 'slut-shaming.')

I was due for a bathroom trip. When I returned, calm again and breathing normally, I went to the bar and got a water bottle. I chatted with a few naked, happy folks.

Hector was there. He asked me, "Do you have an opening on your dance card?"

I looked around the room and saw Lester and Millie sitting together on a loveseat, talking quietly. I guessed they were waiting for him to recover.

I was still moist, from what Lester had done for me. I smiled at Hector and said, "Sure, if the dance is really close!"

He laughed, and escorted me to a sofa. It felt really good to have my first PIV sex of the night, filling my hot wet cavity. I was still buzzing a little from the orgasm, so I didn't cum again. I explained this to Hector, while expressing my appreciation. He understood, because this is pretty common during Level Six. I'm pretty sure the notion of every woman at an orgy being multi-orgasmic, endlessly, is a porn fantasy. But there's plenty of pleasure to be had! Feeling Hector, his lean muscles on my outside, and one not-so-lean muscle on my inside, had my senses ramping up again. I know my body well enough, that I'd probably climax with the next man who screwed me.

Do you have a problem, Larry?

Just keep writing.

Well, okay.

After Hector and I kissed and parted company, I saw that Lester and Millie were still on the loveseat. Now they were canoodling together. I decided to keep my dance card open for a while, so I sat on a towel on an unoccupied sofa. And, in fact, nobody else came on to me then.

By now, the living room was full of moans and hollers. They barely drowned out the noise of the ventilators, which Jack had turned up high because our bodies were generating a lot of heat and, to be honest, smells that weren't very pleasant. That's what happens in Level Six, and we all accept it.

One yell I recognized as Dolores's. As she wound down, I saw her on a sofa. Getting up from between her legs was...my husband.

I took a deep breath. I hoped I'd be okay.

Larry leaned down and kissed Dolores. She patted his cheek. Then he started across the room, pulling off the condom as he went.

My eyes widened. He was heading towards the loveseat where Lester and Millie sat. Seeing him, they stood up.

Then I stood up, as the three of them headed towards me. Getting together again got me past what I felt about what I'd seen.