Part 6 -- Our Evolution
The story contains a shared wife experience, infidelity, initial reluctance or nonconsensual sex, group, lesbian, and anal sex, if any of these are distasteful for you, do not read this story.
In the first four segments of this ongoing tale, I wrote about the start of an affair my wife was having with my stepson's wrestling coach. The fifth segment was Jill's (my wife's) retelling from her point of view. I had intended to stop at four, but so many of you have responded and encouraged us, we feel compelled to continue, our story is not over, but this is likely the last episode we will share. The innocent beginnings were somewhat facilitated through accident and Ambien. My once shy, demure wife, now dresses much more provocatively and has become an aggressor in the bedroom. I must say I am enjoying, immensely, the byproduct of her awakened sexuality.
This segment will be written in the same style as the others but will now include both my and Jill's narration of the events shared. It picks up in the college bar where episode five left off.
Jill --
Mike suggested that I start this telling since I was the last person to iterate.
While Mike and Pepper played pool, I was flirted with, in a big way, by Pepper's fraternity brothers, all of whom were young and virile, and most of them very good-looking. A couple, not so much, but there were two who were Adonis's', Bret and Herve both were over six foot tall. Bret was the epitome of an H&M model, chiseled abdominal and pectoral muscles, arms bigger than my thighs, a square jaw, and perfectly coifed blonde hair. Herve was of Italian or French descent and had an olive complexion, with dark sultry eyes, and just enough five-o'clock shadow to give that I-don't-give-a-damn-look. Wayne was the other end of the spectrum short, dumpy, pimple-faced, poorly dressed, and with bad teeth, poor guy, I knew at first glance that he was a virgin.
I had some idea what Mike and Pepper were discussing with such excited animation but they soon disappeared from my thoughts as the frat rats sang obscene songs, in beautiful harmony, and were relentlessly flirtatious. All the while keeping the beer flowing, what they didn't know was that they didn't need to get me drunk, I was not their prey, they were mine.
Mike --
When Pepper and I first started playing pool I informed him that I knew about the night that he and the boys helped themselves to a sleeping Jill. He was terrified at first so I gave him the meanest look I could muster. He quickly backed away apologizing profusely until I burst out laughing. His shock was paralyzing, he was unsure what was going on with me. I told him how I got off on Jill getting off, that I was aware of her exploits and in fact, had filmed their gangbang, and that Jill and I had enjoyed hours of amazing sex while watching it. At first, he could not believe that I wasn't going to kill him, then he couldn't believe that Jill wasn't going to kill him. I thought he was going to faint when I suggested we recreate it tonight. Once he was over the shock and convinced that I was not punking him we used our time playing pool to formulate a plan to get Jill back to the frat house without her looking like a wanton slut.
Since I was a legacy, we decided to invite her back to see my old haunts. Once there he could challenge us to play a little beer pong, and maybe some truth or dare.
Jill --
While Mike and Pepper played with their balls (they were playing billiards) I was getting tipsy on the beer, horny, and intoxicated by the testosterone surrounding me. The boys found every excuse to reach across or behind me and rub my breasts or butt. Herve, dropped his hand at the base of my neck and started to massage, his long, strong fingers could wrap almost all the way around my throat, I started to wonder if his hands are that big, how big is his cock?
I rolled my head back and melted into his grasp, telling him how good it feels. He offered to give me a better, more complete massage if I wanted one.
"I don't think they would like it if I lay out here on the table?"
"I know the bartender here, he would most definitely like to see you lay out on the table, as would everyone else in the bar."
'I don't think I would be very comfortable on this table."
"We definitely want you to be comfortable, can we go someplace more so?"
"We didn't plan on staying the night, so we haven't rented a room, I guess, I will just have to miss out."
"We would not want you to miss out on anything. If you don't mind, we have many more suitable places at the frat house, it is just a couple of blocks down the street."
"Let me ask my husband and see if he has made any plans." I stood up to go and talk to Mike just as he and Pepper were headed to talk to me. We met halfway and Pepper started Talking.
"Missus T, did you know Mike is a member of the same fraternity as all of us? We thought you might like to see where Mike hung during his misspent youth."
"I don't think Mike has quite finished misspending his youth, but I would like to see where he lived in his glory days." Not giving them any indication that I had already decided to go with the other boys to that very place. Later I can blame it all on Mike, I surmised.
Including Mike and Pepper, there was a total of eight young men escorting me back to their lair. Each was anxious to narrate the tour of the place. On the main floor were the foyer and parlor, the dining room, the club room, the kitchen, and the house mother's apartment. "That would be a sweet gig," I thought to myself, as housemother, I could have a never-ending supply of young hard men. Downstairs was the game and workout room, one part filled with nautilus equipment and free weights, the other side had a pool table, several video games hooked up to big screen televisions, a couple of ancient pinball machines, a shuffleboard and several board-game-puzzle tables that were dusty from lack of use.
The upper two floors were dorm rooms and community showers, no pretense of privacy here, the showers more closely resembled a locker room, bare showerheads aligned four on each side of a large room tiled from floor to ceiling, outside the shower bank was a line of sinks, and around the corner a line of toilets and urinals, with no partitions anywhere. The rooms each housed two or more brothers and their study areas, On the fourth floor was a single bedroom that the fraternity president occupied, who just happened to be Bret.
"Wow, this is way nicer than when I lived here," Mike proclaimed.
"I fixed it up a bit." Said Bret.
"I'll say," said Mike, "Hell I would live here now, it is nicer than our house."
I looked around observing that in one corner was an executive-style desk with a laptop and printer on it, a large walk-in closet with rows of designer clothes and shoes neatly arranged, another corner held a bathroom which could have been featured in Architectural Digest, The shower had so many nozzles it more closely resembled a car wash than an appliance for humans, and was nearly big enough for a small sedan. Against the back wall was an oversized king bed, when I say oversized, I mean huge, it looked like a boy scout troop could comfortably sleep on it. The immaculate nature of the domicile informed me, Bret, would not be joining my festivities tonight. Bret is gay.
"I promised Jill a message, can we use your bed?" Herve questions.
"You may not," Bret replied.
"How about we go back downstairs and play some games?" Pepper asked.
"How about Beer Pong?" Mike added.
So down we went, back to the basement, but my mind stayed in the penthouse and on that oversized bed. How many guys could surround me on that bed I pondered.
Mike --
Once back in the basement, the guys pulled out the Beer Pong setup, they had a custom-made table that was a wooden triangle set at a 20-degree angle with holes bored to hold ten dixie cups in the same triangular pattern as bowling pins. The back row cups were filled to the top ring and each lower row of cups was less filled until the number one cup held little more than a gulp. The high point was only about three feet off the ground and instead of a table, the balls were bounced off the floor. The back side was set against the wall and both teams played the same board.
Since we had two teams of four each, it meant that eight of us stood in very close proximity to each other. Jill always seemed to have her team clustered tightly around, at every score the guys would high-five one another, and pat Jill's ass. As play continued the ass pats lingered and eventually morphed into openly groping.
She never said a word.
Both Jill and I are extremely competitive, we even take silly drinking games to the extreme. Her team seemed to be more focused on her than the game and was losing badly and rapidly getting stupid drunk. One of the guys on her team blamed the fact that they had a chick on their team as the reason for their loss. She told him that he was the reason and suggested that he be removed from their team, the other guys immediately agreed, and he left in a huffy. Bret offered to replace them on their team and called upstairs for one of the little sisters to come down and ensure both teams were evenly handicapped.
Shelly came downstairs to join us, she was a cute undergrad of 20 with dark short brown hair, very petite, about 5'2", a catcher on the college softball team. She had powerful legs and an athlete's physic. A tomboyish face and attire, she needed no make-up and wore none. She was evenly tanned from playing outside and it seemed that every statement she made was emphasized with vulgarities, in the old school we would have said she cussed like a sailor. Being an ass man, I was quite pleased to gaze upon hers.
Shelly joined our team and introduced herself with a vigorous handshake and immediately started sinking shots, Herve instead of Bret, swapped to Jill's team and between shots started to massage her shoulders and neck, she leaned into him, his response was to bow his head and nuzzle at the nape of her neck. "I think I am ready for that promised massage before you relax me into slumber, or we lose this game so badly I pass out," Jill spoke tilting her head back and looking over the top at Herve.
"My room is nowhere near as nice as Bret's but it's clean, let's go up to it."
As Jill and Herve departed her team was very vocal in their displeasure at her departure. And Shelly asked, "Who's the old chick Herve is hitting on? She is fucking gorgeous."
Bret informed her that she was my wife and that her name is Jill.
"Dude, you are one lucky bastard I'm straight and I would hit that, aren't you a bit concerned about her going to some swinging dick's room?"
"She's a big girl and does as she pleases."
"You okay with that?"
"Absolutely!"
"Do you get to do what you please?"
"I do."
"I don't know if that's cool or fucked up. How long have you guys been married?"
"Almost twenty years."
