I would never have believed that my demure, sensitive, shy, soft-spoken wife would become the focal point of a group sex event, but one evening and a number of men was all it took to flip a switch in the depths of her sub consciousness.
When we met in college, Brie had a fresh, appealing beauty, and virtually no sexual experience. It took me months of patient effort, but I managed to coax her out oth the shell that had been built around her by over-protective parents. Holding my hand, she ventured into the outside world and built greater self-confidence as she blossomed and we fell in love. Such a young, innocent beauty was a rare find and I was very, very happy when we were married after college.
As unacquainted with sex as Brie was, she was nonetheless an eager partner and was always ready for experimenting with new activities. Looking back, we enjoyed a lot of variety within the framework of relatively straight sex. We got several books and tried all of the positions described, finding that some worked well and were pleasurable, whereas others were simply too much bending and were just uncomfortable. We tried watching each other masturbate, taking photos, some light bondage, making love in risky places in public where we might be seen, full on exhibition sex in a lit hotel window, some water sports, and, of course, toys. It was all in fun and we had a great time with each other.
As the years went by our lovemaking grew dull and repetitious, and we made several attempts to break our sexual block. We never seemed to push that magic button and settled into a routine of being comfortable together.
One day a coworker, Bill, mentioned that his group of friends threw twice a month. As he described the events it became clear that this was no ordinary beer and burger get together; it was an orgy of 20-30 couples who got together and celebrated their sexuality unashamedly. At the end of Bill's discussion he said that their group was always looking for new additions, and he extended an invitation to Brie and I for the next party.
As he talked, I realized that my heart was beating faster and I was becoming extremely aroused. I thought attending one of the functions would be a great turn-on, and I thought that I could talk to Brie about it and convince her to attend with me. Bill said that the group was sensitive to new-comers, having been their themselves at one time, and that if we decided to attend that no one would pressure us to do anything and that we could spend the evening fully clothed and just watch if we wanted to.
That was good to hear, because, although I thought I could talk Brie into going, I didn't think that she would have the nerve to give her body that freely to someone. I just hoped that maybe watching the goings on would be enough to re-stoke the fire in our relationship that had waned. I was very curious to hear Brie's reaction to my suggestion that we attend such a party. I was also curious to see her reaction to being in a room full of naked men, some probably more well-endowed that I, given that I was the only man she had ever been with, or seen naked for that matter.
When I got home that night I suggested that we go out to dinner and Brie jumped at the idea. After a leisurely Italian dinner at our favorite restaurant I cautiously broached the subject with Brie. She listened to all of the details, sitting there quietly taking in every word. After I was done she said silently for a minute or two before talking.
"I don't think that I could have sex with a stranger. Or strangers, for that matter. How would you feel seeing another man doing it to me, honey? Sticking his cock in me? How would it make you feel to see me having an orgasm on another man's cock?" I told her that I had thought that through and that I had concluded that I could handle anything that might happen.
"Well," she said, "I guess that there's no harm in going once and checking out one of the parties. It might be kind of a turn-on." We talked about it several times that night, addressing things that came to mind as we both thought about the step we were contemplating. We finally agreed that we would attend the upcoming party and the next day I told my co-worker to set things up for us.
The following Saturday night was met with excitement and nervousness on both our parts. Brie looked fantastic. She dressed modestly, but the combination with her fresh good looks and some light makeup was just stunning. She wore her blonde hair long and it fell on the rise of her breasts outlined under his cashmere sweater top. We arrived at the large house and were met by the host and hostess for the evening who invited us in warmly and directed us to the bar that had been set up. As we walked to the bar area, it was clear that the party was underway; people were standing around wrapped only in towels and several were on couches wrapped up in embraces, kissing, and feeling each other. Several couples were completely naked and were acting very nonchalant about it. As we walked through the house I took a look at Brie and noticed that she was flushed and that her nipples were engorged and visible through her sweater.
At the bar the music pounded out a steady, heavy rave rhythm and some people were dancing in various states of undress. The hostess caught up with us after we had our drinks in hand and gave us a tour of the large residence. After having another drink with Brie, I took her by the arm to a room with sliding glass doors that led to a deck with a large hot tub that didn't have anyone in it. We talked and decided to get naked and get in the tub. It was more natural for us and would give us a chance to get our bearings. We hung our clothes on some adjacent hooks and walked outside to the tub.
