Paradigm Shift Redux

Chapter 6

Authors Note: All characters mentioned in this story are over the age of 24. At no time is there any reference to sex before being well-over legal age.

The next serious party in the neighborhood that we got invited to was three weeks later at Jon and Amber Brower's home. They also fit in the socio-economic category I called 'Money to Burn,' so it was no surprise to find when we arrived that the party was catered and that sexily dressed waitresses displaying a lot of cleavage and bare leg were circulating with drinks and hors d'oeuvres. As KC and I circulated, we met many new people we'd never seen before. We also observed that this group might be a little wilder than at some of the other parties, since despite the early hour several women in the Jacuzzi and pool areas were already topless and the guys that they were with seemed intent on capturing the other parts of their bathing suits before too long.

We mixed and mingled, snacked, and then ate from a large and elaborate buffet. Marcie showed up in a see-through top that I really liked. She gave me a deep kiss, and then KC captured her and repeated the same kiss back to her. Marcie looked surprised, but pleased at the sapphic interaction. I heard the two of them whispering. Marcie nodded enthusiastically and then left.

"What was that about?"

"It was the first time I saw her since you were over at her house. I told her that I'd tasted her on your cock, and that I wanted to sample her wares straight from the source and not second-hand. She agreed. I suggested that the next time you go over, that I come too. Based on what you told me, I emphasized that Doug only gets to watch us; he doesn't get a turn with me or anything like that. She understands, especially since she knows the problem that I've kind of dropped in your lap." On that note, KC ran her hand over the bulge in my pants and gave me a lecherous grin before laughing.

I nodded in understanding and slapped her hand away in play. A couple near us laughed at our antics.

We'd had a good several weeks. We'd watched her sex video several times, and even talked about doing our own, although I ducked who else might star in it from a male perspective. We seemed to love each other more than ever before. I was getting to a point where I thought suicide would be preferable to leaving her.

Darlene breezed by. I hadn't seen her for a week. She may as well of been topless in her swimming attire. I learned from KC that the suit was called a Wicked Weasel. It was basically two colorful straps of material running from a small tuft of material covering her vaginal opening and clit, up across her breasts where they barely covered the nipples and not quite the areolas, and then down across her back in a crisscross to her ass to the gusset.

Darlene planted a kiss on me that started me on a hard-on. "Do you like my suit?" She turned around so I could see her bare ass cheeks.

I nodded, "What suit? Oh, this?" I toyed with the two straps that crossed her breasts, tweaking her nipples through the thin material with both my hands. "Why do I have a feeling that you want to get fucked royally tonight?" I teased.

Darlene gave me a huge smile, "Because I'm wearing this suit?" she responded.

"Exactly."

"I hope you're one of my many lovers tonight. I love you." She kissed me and then KC with some tongue, and then joined some other late-twenties women near the pool's edge, two of whom were topless. I watched another Wicked Weasel walk by and KC looked interested in the suit and the girl.

I asked her, "Would you wear something like that?"

She countered, "Would you want me to?"

"Maybe," I teased. My mind actually envisioned my fiancée in such a suit. I thought it would amplify her sexuality and give me a heavy dose of arousal.

"If I did wear a suit like that you know what might happen, right?" KC sounded uncertain. She was serious and unsmiling. She was trying to get me to think about the consequences.

"I could guess. I think that's what Darlene's hoping for anyway." I laughed. "Let's go get another drink."

We circulated around the party. Each pass through the house or the outside patio, things seemed to be getting a little more sexual and erotic in some way everywhere we looked. A couple of the waitresses had become topless, only wearing small black thongs, but cuffs and their little cap. Inside, there were a dozen couples dancing in a nearly dark side room. Several of the inside girls were topless, and at least one girl had pulled her guy's cock out and was stroking it as they swayed to the music. I couldn't help but notice that he was generously endowed.

When we got back outside, the men and women in the Jacuzzi and pool were fully naked. Many were making out, and one blowjob was blatantly taking place as the guy sat on the rim of the bubbling tub. Two women were also having their pussies eaten as they sat on the pool's edge or lay back on a chaise.

I saw Darlene with a tall dark-haired guy a little older. They were both nude and she obviously had his cock trapped between their bodies as they made out in the shallow end of the pool. I glanced around and saw her bathing suit tossed up on the side of the pool. I retrieved it, and carried it back to KC.

I passed the small amount of fabric to KC, "Here. Go put this on." I gave enough emphasis to my voice so she knew that I was serious in what I asked.

"Matt, you can't be serious? I mean ... this is dangerous. I ... I don't want to lose you if something happens ... and wearing this it might. I'll be turned on eight ways from Sunday. I'm already hot from what's going on around us." She gestured at one of the blowjobs going on near us. "This is like lighting the fuse to a cache of dynamite -- our relationship. The atmosphere in this place is dangerous, too -- it encourages sex ... fucking." Her eyes were pleading with me, but I caught a glimpse of a look that told me she really wanted to do this; to be the sex pot that she knew she could be in this environment.

I smiled at her and held the suit out. "Free pass, but I'm planning on staying pretty close to you." I silently acknowledged to myself that I might see some things that I didn't want to see with KC that evening. I finished my wine and motioned for her to head to the nearest bathroom to change.

KC reluctantly took the suit. She disappeared into the house and came back two minutes later wearing the hot looking bathing suit. She looked like sex on a stick. Her breasts jiggled as she approached. She was still wearing her CFM heels. I got a better look at what Darlene had been wearing earlier. The suit was a fluorescent yellow, but the material was nearly transparent. The straps covering KC's breasts weren't wide enough to cover her areolas, and her nipples were excited and plainly visible in any case. When I looked at her crotch, I could clearly see her swollen labia and the tuft of pubic hair that KC liked to manicure as decoration. KC was turned on. The suit kind of snugged into her slit. She had a small piercing on her clitoral hood and everyone could also appreciate the small gold loop if they looked closely -- and I knew they would.

KC came up to me and kissed me in a very sexy way. "Lover, is this what you wanted? Me almost naked for any man here to fondle and play with as they want? You know I want you to play with me, but ... others, too." She planted a long deep kiss on my lips and drove her tongue into my mouth to tease my own.

I answered after we separated, "Yeah. You are now the hottest woman here." My assessment was genuine. Darlene would be a close second.

"Are you sure you want me like this? I'm going to get hit on by every male here that doesn't know our situation, and that's a lot of them." She looked around nervously and held my hand. "Everyone already wants to fuck me. Being dressed like this is an engraved invitation. Look at where my sister is after wearing this suit." She did sound worried.

"I want to watch. How good are you at self-control?" I was teasing. I knew the answer already, but I was curious whether she'd admit it. While she'd been changing, I'd psyched myself up to watch KC doing some highly sexual things with somebody else.

"My self-control is horrible, as you already know," she stated flatly. "God, Matt, is this really OK with you? I can put my other clothes on in a minute before anything happens. You should know that I am already getting turned on. I'm feeling that crazy need that you don't like." She looked around nervously.

I spoke in a firm tone, "I'll stop this when and if I'm ready. I need this. You need this. I need to see you like this. Don't ask me why; I can't explain it right now. Lead the way to the bar on the other side of the pool. I want to see what happens -- to see how the guys ogle you and touch you."

Even as we started walking, I wondered at my own actions. Was I thinking all that clearly? One thing for certain, I was thinking about what Chris had told me. I was reciting to myself how everything at the party was 'good', and anything that happened, if it did, would be 'good', and my reactions would be on the 'good' side. I loved KC and needed to support her regardless of what she did.

KC picked up her empty wine glass from the high-top table we'd been standing at, and started towards the far outside bar. I stopped her before she'd taken a step. I took each of the straps covering her breasts and moved them outside her breasts so they no longer covered her nipples, and instead gently pushed her breasts together. I was almost ready to toss her down on the ground and fuck her; I could only imagine what other men were thinking. She was all but nude and carrying a sign that read 'Fuck Me'.

I said in a matter-of-fact tone, "There; that's better. Most people are nude out here anyway."

KC poked at me, "Then you'd better lose some clothing, Mister. You're way over-dressed." She tugged at my belt.

I nodded and stripped away my shorts and t-shirt, tossing them onto a chair already covered with KC's conservative clothing. KC was right; I had been the only male still fully dressed in casual clothes.

I followed KC to the bar purposefully lagging twenty feet behind, watching how her naked hips and buttocks undulated in a highly tempting way as she slinked slowly and seductively across the patio. She always walked that way. They were signaling every man in the place that she wanted their cocks in her pussy -- that she wanted their cum deep inside her -- that she wanted their dicks in her mouth. I tested my own resolve and thought of some specific situations she could get into while I watched. I wanted to see how far I could go with my experiment -- to see whether I'd panic or get angry or super-jealous. Maybe I'd find the answer to my dilemma about what to do with KC in how we each behaved. I suspected it would be more what I felt. So far, all I felt is arousal and love for KC. I repeated under my breath that everything going on was 'good' and moving in the right direction for a fun and fulfilling evening.

At the bar we got refills in our wine glasses, and then walked slowly back towards where we had been standing off to the side of things. I again lagged behind, letting her get about ten or twenty feet in front of me. I was obviously watching her, but not quite next to her. A few people cut between us heading in other directions.

A young turk in his late twenties came out of nowhere, and suddenly he had his arms around KC. She balked at first, but then turned to see who had just captured her. She smiled at him in a welcoming way. Surfer dude looked something like the guy Deke that I'd seen her with in her DVD. If anything, this guy was more rugged and handsome looking. I briefly thought he might be leaking sex appeal and testosterone onto the patio. He was naked and hung, and slightly aroused.

I saw him whispering a bunch of stuff to her as he lightly caressed her body in a sexy way, and watched her reply. He'd moved his hands from being around her to where his thumbs could stroke her nipples, bringing them to white-hot hardness. As he did this, he kept up his line of seduction, even leaning in and kissing her neck and tonguing her ear. KC tilted her head to accommodate him, but looked back at me with a brief worried glance. I wished I could hear over the noise of the music. His moves so far were hitting directly on the spots that turned KC on.

I found myself grinning and smiling at her. I tossed my head a little at her, as though to say, 'See how this plays out. Go for it.' I knew that my tiny gesture had just given her permission -- that I'd just given her the hall pass that I'd spoken of earlier. I thought to myself that this is what Doug must feel when he sees Marcie starting in with some guy who is about to fuck her. I felt my own arousal growing.

Dude led KC off to the side slightly so they were in the shadows between the house and the pool cabana. He set her glass of wine on a table as they passed. I stopped at the table and kept an eye on them, but tried not to stare. He then leaned in and sucked on her breasts. KC's head fell back as he went after her gorgeous assets. I thought right then that she was the sexiest woman in the world.

One of Dude's hands moved down her side, stroking her flat abs and coasting past her mons to her thighs. He'd also shifted so he could kiss her more solidly and those first kisses changed to exciting French kisses in record time. I could even see their tongues dueling in the nonexistent space between them. I was excited watching her kiss someone else like this, especially with the two of them nude or nearly so. I could see that KC was getting into the scene with her stud.

KC reached out and took the guy's cock in her hand. He had become more excited, but her touch turned him into an impressive shaft of steel. She started to slide her hand up and down his rigid shaft, and then rubbed his glans across her lower abs right above the gusset to her almost nonexistent bathing suit. As she did, he reached down and pulled the crotch of the bathing suit aside, baring her slit. In the flash of an instant, he had two fingers buried in KC's cunt and was pounding into her cunt with his hand. She side-stepped with one leg to spread her legs and I was close enough to hear her moan.

I realized that I was schizophrenic. I hatred what I was seeing in part of my mind. Yet, in another, I recalled Chris' suggestions and was joyful and aroused about what KC was doing. I was at a crossroads and could choose which path to follow. I didn't like the idea of the downer. I chose to be supportive to KC and also to allow myself to appreciate what was going on. Hell, I'd planned for this in some ways.

The pair stood kissing and doing sexual foreplay for five minutes. I watched as they made out and played with each other's sex. If he hadn't made her cum yet, he'd come damn close. I wanted her to cum on his fingers. I watched, and as his hand became a blur with his fingers deep in her cunt. KC doubled over as a major climax ripped through her. She hung on his body. Wow, what a scene. I now had my own hard-on in hand.

Dude whispered to her, no doubt a further proposition. I was sure he suggested that they go off somewhere to find a quiet place to fuck. Somehow, despite her fondling of his hard cock, he hadn't cum. KC was slow to react, strongly influenced by the action between her legs and her orgasm. At that point, I was certain she wanted his cock deep inside her vagina for hours on end.

In response to his request, KC instead tossed a nearby towel on the ground and knelt in front of the dude. She popped his cock into her mouth and started to fellate him, using her mouth and two hands. It was his head that then flopped back as his closed eyes faced heavenward in response to the sudden overload of pleasure from my fiancée. I knew what he was feeling. I could almost feel it myself. KC had a Ph.D. in fellatio, and knew every trick in the book to deliver pleasure to a man, including with her mouth. I hoped that she was getting a lot from the action, too.

I inched closer until I was only ten feet away but slightly behind KC. I could hear him moaning and even urging her on. I could hear her gurgling and slurping sounds as she drooled all over his big hard cock as she sucked like a human vacuum. She was having a field day with her new toy. Her spittle was dripping down off his cock onto her breasts. She was sexy as all fuck. I tested to again measure my own emotions about what I was seeing.

I became aware of my hand on my own cock, stroking away slowly as I watched the woman that I loved giving superb head to some stranger.

An unexpected voice from beside me whispered, "Let me help you with that."

Edie's hand took hold of my shaft with a gentle grip, and she started to masturbate me as I let go of my shaft. She was naked and wanted me. I was getting near the edge. We kissed. I was somewhat shocked to discover who my rescuer was, but I accepted the aid without question and in silence. One way or the other I needed to cum and cum hard.

Edie knelt in front of me just the way KC knelt in front of her conquest. She ate my cock, taking every millimeter into her mouth and throat. I never knew that Edie could do that, but then I'd never given her the opportunity before. She slobbered all over me, and when I'd look at her, Edie's big brown eyes would be looking up at me. She loved what she was doing and I could tell that she loved me and my cock.

I watched KC bring her dude closer and closer to completion, and then I heard him warn that he was cumming. It wasn't pretty. I think she took his first shot in her mouth, but then let the subsequent shots of cum cover her face, neck, and breasts -- and dude came a lot. KC told me that she had that effect on men. She was covered - drenched in jizz.

I exploded nearly simultaneously, probably in sympathetic response to what I'd seen. Edie duplicated the gesture. I moaned into the scene, and left the destination of my cum in Edie's hands. When I looked back, Edie was dripping in my semen -- face, neck, and breasts were covered, and it was oozing down her naked body. She saw me looking and rubbed the jizz into her skin with a lecherous smile. I helped her stand, and we kissed. The taste of my own spend had never bothered me.

Dude looked over at us and said, "Pretty hot way to start the night, huh?"

I nodded, grinned broadly, and when I could speak, I replied, "Sure is. The best." I realized that I had a happy inflection to my voice. I could even see some surprise in KC's expression.

Edie pushed me over to a chaise and made me sit down. I looked back and both KC and dude had disappeared. My gut twisted and turned almost to the point I thought I'd barf, but then I saw the guy going down the steps into the swimming pool - alone. KC was nowhere in sight.

Edie instructed, "Matt, you've got to let go and roll with what's happening. You always fear the worst, when it might be the best. Change how you think about things." She kissed me, and I weakly kissed back. I was physically exhausted, and that fatigue had little to do with the orgasm I'd just had. I'd been carrying a huge pile of angst all night -- hell, for weeks, and much of it had just dissipated when KC hadn't fucked the guy. Dude was in the pool washing off and relaxing.

Two minutes later, after another round of kisses from Edie, KC sat down beside me holding her wine glass and looking uncertain about my response. She'd changed back into her shorts and top. She took a gulp of wine and studied me.

Without saying anything, KC took my head in her hands and kissed me hard, and then thrust her tongue into my mouth, even ensuring that I tasted some of her saliva and the trace of other fluids. They were different. The strong and pungent taste of another man's cum permeated my mouth as it had KC's. She was sharing the experience with me - forcing it on me. When she broke the kiss, she repeated the gesture with Edie; however, Edie had my taste throughout her mouth and some of my cum continued to drip from her face the same way dude's cum had on KC. KC even licked up Edie's neck to capture some of my cum.