This is a novel of twenty-five chapters. I suggest you begin reading at Chapter 1. The novel deals with hotwifeing and cuckoldry. If those are subjects you aren't interested in, you may reconsider reading this.
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By the time Easter came around, early that year, we'd been with Bobbie and Nick thrice more, all of them riotous. There were times when Nick and I would pop back and forth between the two girls, or they'd do the same to us. Once, Bobbie and I cuddled and critiqued the other couple as they went through their paces, then we let them do the same for us. We were becoming good friends, and the benefits were fascinating. Mark also kept up with us, more a thing for Molly to enjoy, our threesomes dwindled.
That doesn't mean we stopped looking for additional playmates. In that period we had drinks with two couples and one single male, none worked out. The single male was too sloppy, one of the couples rejected us, we didn't like the male in the other. We didn't mind, we knew that not everyone was a match for us, that if we were patient we were sure to find others we liked and that liked us.
And in the week before Easter, we got an email from Colleen and Bill. It had been a long time, half a year, we'd almost forgotten them. Again they wanted to get together for drinks, Molly and I discussed it.
"Do you think anything's going to happen?"
"I don't know. Probably not. Remember they were just getting into it, they were really unsure about it."
"But you thought he was pretty cute."
"And if I remember correctly, it turned you on to think you might get a lifestyle virgin." In the end, we decided that drinks wouldn't hurt, just to find out what was on their mind.
The next Wednesday night we found ourselves in a restaurant we'd never been to before, waiting for a couple that had almost disappeared, full of curiosity but very little hope.
Colleen was dressed nicely, a blouse with enough cleavage to tempt, knee length skirt. She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek holding her chest away from me, no chance of a casual touch. We caught up with them, found out they still had to break the barrier. When Bill asked if we'd had playmates we admitted we had, but declined other details - what we did when they weren't around certainly wasn't their business. Again, Colleen chose no motions of romance, no touching on the hand, no looks into my face, nothing to show that she was all that interested in me. On the other hand, Molly was having fun flirting with Bill and I wondered at the discrepancy.
It took another drink before we got the story. Finally, Colleen looked me in the eyes and confessed. "We've been very interested in you, even if we've been very slow about it. I don't know if you feel the same way, but let me tell you something. I've never had anybody but Bill, so I'm really nervous about doing something like this. He really wants me to, so I'm willing to try. Maybe we could have a date sometime, you know, to go ahead?"
I felt a strangeness about the situation, Molly sensed the tension, and a few minutes later she got Bill to go with her to get another round of drinks, they stopped by the jukebox. I changed seats, sat beside Colleen. "I'm a little curious," I remarked, "is this something you want to do? Or are you just doing this to please Bill?"
"That's part of it, but I want to know what another man could do for me, too. I might not look it, I'm having a terrible time with this, but I'd really like you to make love to me."
"Tell me how you'd like it to happen."
"Oh, I'd want it to be romantic, of course. And I've been thinking. I'm not real sure about how these things work, but I've heard that sometimes the four people get in one bed. I don't think I'd want that, at least not the first time. If we could be all alone, I think that's the way I'd like it."
"We could make that happen, I think."
"Oh, it would be lovely." And then she raised her face, we kissed briefly, but I could sense her anxiousness hidden by a good dose of nervousness. We were rejoined by Bill and Molly, the subject was dropped without a firm conclusion, we agreed that after thinking it over we'd get back to them. At the cars I got one more taste of Colleen's lipstick, Bill felt Molly's rear end.
We deliberated on the way home. I explained to Molly the intelligence I'd gathered, she shared what she'd learned. "Well, apparently he had a few affairs and she stuck with him, he wants other women pretty badly, so they're trying this. He said you arouse her, more than any other guy they've met, and that they really want to get together with us."
"Did he discuss separate rooms?"
"No, did Colleen?"
"Yeah, she wants the first time to be just her and me. How would you feel about that?"
"I don't care, there's been plenty of times I've been with guys and you haven't been around. I wonder how Bill would feel about it though . . . No, I know. If he get's to screw me, he's not going to worry about what his wife is doing. I could keep him occupied. But . . ."
"But what?"
"It occurs to me this might be a game, that maybe they're playing this so Bill gets laid but when push comes to shove, she won't let you."
"Do you think that would happen?"
"I have no idea. Would it bother you?"
I thought about it, decided it wouldn't. "You've had plenty of guys, one more won't be a problem, and if I don't get any we just won't see them again."
"Okay," she agreed.
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We sent them an invitation, after comparing calendars it was decided that two weeks Saturday would work. In the interim, Molly told me Colleen called her a couple of times, she wanted advice and thought Molly could calm her down.
On the night we'd settled upon, I waited impatiently in my home office. I was bathed, shaved and cologned, my shirt was tucked in, I was as ready as I'd get. I still had my qualms, maybe Molly would get laid but I wouldn't, even if I did I didn't expect it would be great sex; after all, Coleen hadn't been with anyone but her husband, she couldn't be expected to have great technique, could she? But I was determined to show her a good time, at least as good a time as I was capable of. Molly entered, reminded me of our compact for the night - I was to take Colleen into our bedroom, take my time, forget about Molly and Bill, she'd concern herself with that situation.
They arrived, a brief kiss for me, a more exhaustive one for Molly, we took their wraps, I found out they'd never had white port before so I poured them each a glass. We took them on the tour, ended as always in the bedroom, clean, well lighted, in a way almost sterile. Along the way Bill was making his pitches and Molly was catching them, Colleen seemed to avoid my touch, adding to my fears that this might be a bust. We headed back to the living room, I got Bill another glass of port, and I was a little surprised when the girls excused themselves, told us they might be a little while, but we'd be pleased when they returned.
We made man-talk for ten minutes or so, then it turned to the lifestyle. Bill had read all the forums, but he wanted stories. I told him of the first night Molly had picked up Keith, he asked a bunch of questions, he seemed excited by the idea that perhaps he could get Coleen to do something like that, I remembered my emotions oh so long ago.
Then we were joined by the girls. Molly had her strappy lingerie on and by the look on Bill's face it certainly did the trick for him. And then, behind Molly, I caught a glimpse of Colleen, garbed in a white baby doll, the breasts contained in thick frills, translucent skirt dripping to her ankles, white thong, and even a white garter, an outfit symbolic of the virgin being led to the sacrificial altar.
We stood, Molly went to Bill, kissed him deeply, and led him to her lair, the guest bedroom. Colleen and I heard the door slam.
"You're quite beautiful," I complimented.
"Really? I'm glad you think so. I'm awfully nervous, you know."
"Don't be. We'll go as slow as you like, and if you want me to do anything, or you want me to stop, just say so."
"Oh, I want you to do anything you want. I've been waiting for this for a very long time." And she was in my arms, her face raised, we kissed. Her mouth was sweet, the skin of her arms was soft, her hair, long and flowing, was downy in my hand. "Let's go into the bedroom," she suggested a long moment later.
And again I was surprised for the boudoir had been transformed into a romantic garden, a dozen candles softly lit the room, soft piano played in the background, the bed was turned down. Colleen sat on the side of the bed, I sat beside her, we began to spoon. She was soft, yielding, I felt no hesitation in her mannerisms. Her kiss was firm, her tongue searched my mouth, she unbuttoned my shirt. I stood, stripped to my briefs, we laid on the bed. She let me set the pace, followed my lead. When I pulled her brassiere and frock off, she didn't protest, in fact she assisted, anxiously awaiting the first kiss of her naked breast. Her aureole was larger than normal, the nipple still contracted, but my kisses and sucks soon brought them to an upraised position. Her torso showed the rosy bloom that so often indicates a woman is sexually enthralled, I was no longer concerned the night would end without passion.
"May I look at your penis?" she asked. "It's only the second one I've ever seen." On my back, I pulled off my underwear, my erection was exposed to her. She bent above me, brushed the phallus, of course it jumped at the caress. "Oh, you're circumcised, that's nice, Bill isn't." She traced the flange around the head, seemed interested in how it circled the tube, that there was no skin to pull down. "Bill likes it when I put his in my mouth, would you like that?"
"If you'd like to, yes."
And once again, my cock was being sucked by a woman not my wife. This was where Colleen's inexperience showed itself, other than a rather unsatisfactory up and down movement, there was little friction, no variation in the motion. I let her play long enough that she wouldn't be slighted, then pulled her to me. "It's your night, let's see what else we can do."
I bent to her nipples again and my hand crept to her knee, up her thigh, I reached her panties. Her legs were tightly clenched, I suggested, "Relax, let me take care of you." I thought I heard a release of breath from her lungs, and with a bit of a jerk, the limbs separated. I put my hand on top of the fabric, a finger found the outline of the slit, I massaged it. "Do you like that?"
"Yes. It's just strange, that's all."
"If you want me to stop . . ."
"Oh, no. No! Keep going, I want you, very much."
