Authors Note: This is the fourth chapter in the Partner game series. Believe it or not, the first 4 chapters are intended to set up the following chapters. The series includes a wide range of encounters, catering to the characters desire to "expand" their palate of sexual activities. Clearly not every chapter will meet the desires or appetites of all readers, so if a particular chapter isn't your cup of tea, please be considerate and realize that your cup of tea isn't the only brand being brewed, and enjoy one of my other works.
It had been weeks since the encounter on the jogging trail. I'd discussed Cynthia's offer with Joan, and got a moderately cool reception. She wasn't at all sure that "group orgies" were where she wanted to go. Sue was doing her best to convince her, but Jerry was equally resistive, though for different reasons. He wasn't sure he wanted strange men banging his wife, and I could certainly understand the sentiment. I suppose I was ignoring that aspect in favor of thinking about having sex with a large number of younger women.
After much discussion my wife finally agreed that it might be interesting to have some much younger partners. Tonight's get together with Cynthia and her husband amounted to an interview. An effort to see if we were "suitable" for inclusion in the group. When I pulled into the driveway I was a little surprised to see Sue and Jerry's car in the drive as well as half a dozen others. I hadn't known that they had too agreed to try. I parked and walked to the house hand in hand with my wife. Cynthia answered the door in a light satin robe and invited us in.
"This is my husband Dale," Cyn said as a way of introduction as she led us into a nicely furnished living room. The lower level was very open concept, with a huge oak dining table with at least fifteen chairs around it in one portion, and a very large kitchen adjacent to it, separated only by a large island counter top, which too could be used to eat at with a half dozen stools along one side. I could see from where I stood at the entrance to the living space that there were at least two bedrooms that were accessible off the living room area. Each bedroom was separated from the living room by a pair of sliding barn type doors which were now sitting open, allowing a complete view of much of the bedroom and the entire king-sized beds.
Dale walked over to us while I was making my quick assessment of the huge house, reaching out a hand to shake.
"Dale. Bill," I said as I shook his hand. "My wife Joan," I said as he looked my wife up and down briefly before shaking her hand as well.
"Good to meet you. Of course you know Cyn, my wife."
"We've talked, but this is the first time we've met," my wife answered, looking Cynthia up and down critically, assessing the young twenty something woman.
"Well. Let's have a seat," Cyn said, motioning to the couch by Jerry and Sue. She sat down across from us in an overstuffed chair, her husband settling into another one close by. "So. Ground rules. We get together periodically as couples. Not that a single can't come if something happens and their spouse can't make it, but in general our activities are geared toward couples. All of our couples are married, and happily so. Marital problems result in an immediate suspension. We don't want our group to be part and parcel of a divorce. What happens here, stays here. We don't talk about what we do to others that aren't members."
"How many members do you have?" my wife asked.
"Right now, something over twenty couples," she answered. "Not everyone makes every event, so we might have as many as fifteen, but usually closer to seven or eight couples. Sometimes as few as four."
"If we're accepted?" I asked. "So, this is, what, a selection process?"
"Something like that. Most of our couples are forty or younger. I know from talking to you that Bill and Joan are older, but I don't see that as a problem. Some of our couples are in their early twenties. It makes for an interesting group, and sometimes interesting couplings," she said with a grin, looking directly at me. The next rule is secrecy. Not of the group, but between partners. At no time is anyone in the group allowed to get together for a secret rendezvous or meeting or whatever. Not that couples can't get together outside of our group meetings, but it has to be with full knowledge of both partners. This isn't to break up couples, but strengthen them by keeping sexual relations fresh and new."
"Sounds simple enough," I answered.
"Good. Now on to selection. You can get undressed," Cyn said, standing up and pulling her robe open, revealing her completely naked body. Her husband stood up and skimmed his athletic shorts down and stepped out of them, leaving him as naked as his wife.
"Get naked?" my wife asked, a little surprised at the suddenness.
"Sure," Cyn said as she stepped over to her husband, who was again sitting down, and sat on his lap with her legs hanging over one of his. "You're all going to be getting naked in front of the group sooner or later, so we just want to make sure no one has any hang-ups about being naked in front of others."
"I guess that makes sense," my wife said as she stood up. I stood next to her and quickly started undressing, tossing my clothes on the sofa. We'd been advised to wear something easily removable and comfortable, so my walking shorts and t-shirt were quickly disposed of, leaving me naked. My wife pulled off the t-shirt dress she'd worn and her panties, leaving her clearly feeling nervous in Dale's inspecting gaze.
Sue was stripped as quickly as I was, apparently wearing nothing but flip-flops and a dress. Jerry took a little longer, but eventually finished.
"Good. Come with me," she said as she got up from her husband's lap and then held a hand out for him. She walked over to the large table and moved several chairs out of the way to leave about half of the length of the table open on one side. She picked up a stack of eye blinders, the kind one would wear to bed, and handed them out to us. "Okay. Put these on," she coaxed quietly. "Okay ladies, step over here," she said, reaching out and guiding my wife and Sue to stand facing the table. "Put your eye covers on," she said, waiting for each one to pull them down over their eyes. "Can't see? Good. Now, bend over the table."
"Bend over?" my wife asked.
"Uh huh," Cyn coaxed gently pressing on her back. Sue had quickly bent over and was resting her chest on the table waiting. "Okay gentlemen. I want you to get your wife's pussy ready. Tease it, lick it, play with it, whatever you usually do. When you think she's ready, I want you to enter her and make sure she's nice and turned on and wet. Feel free to take a few strokes, but once you have her nice and turned on and lubricated, go ahead and pull out."
"Okay," I answered with a shrug, not at all sure where this was going, besides having sex in front of another couple.
Sue was bending over the table only a foot or two from my wife, and I could tell that Jerry was going to have an easy task. Her pussy was already glistening with the juices of her excitement. I suspected it was going to take Jerry longer to get ready than her. My wife, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as ready as I was. I knelt behind her and softly licked up her lips, teasing my tongue between them gently. She shifted her weight and spread her legs apart about two feet to give me access. Over and over I licked up her slit, tasting her tangy juices slowly turn to sweet wetness as she grew more excited. I stood up behind her and rubbed my engorged head up and down her slit to wet it before slowly pushing into her.
