"You should stay," mom said. "In fact I want you to stay," she added.
Jon sat up on the bed and pulled me towards him. He kissed me. I love you," he said.
I returned his kiss. I know that," I said. "And you love her too," I told him.
Moments later, I was sitting on the side of the bed. Mom's nightgown was next to me and the sheet was bunched up in front of me. Juliet was stroking Romeo's erection. Romeo had his eyes closed and his body relaxed with Juliet's touch. I watched as Juliet leaned over and took Romeo's erection in her mouth and I watched Romeo's reflexive reaction to the new stimulation.
I watched Romeo's hips begin to flex in response to Juliet's oral attention. I watched as Juliet straddled Romeo's hips. I watched as Juliet rubbed Romeo's erection between her swollen labia and I had a perfect view as Romeo's erection disappeared into Juliet as she slid down on him.
Juliet began to slide up and down on Romeo and I watched her labia prolapse in and out as she moved. Juliet bent over and kissed Romeo. Then she pulled his head to her breast and tried to feed him her nipple. Romeo sucked on Juliet's nipple. Juliet closed her eyes and moaned. She sat down hard on him and her body began to shake uncontrollably. Romeo grabbed her hips and pushed up inside her. He joined her orgasm with an ejection that lasted four or five pulsations.
Romeo and Juliet lay alongside each other, breathing hard. Juliet reached out to me. I took her hand and she drew me towards her. I lay on her, our breasts pressed together and she kissed me. "Thank you," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"For sharing Romeo with me," Juliet confessed.
"Romeo to you. Jon to me. He may be the same guy but he's different man to each of us," I told her.
"I love that," Juliet said and she kissed me again. Things escalated after that. Jon ended up sitting on the end of the bed while Juliet and I struggled for position. I ended up on my back with Juliet between my legs and my clitoris between her lips and teeth. My orgasm was a thing of beauty and I was determined to have it again. Meanwhile, I owed Juliet an orgasm. I rolled her on her back, pushed her legs high in the air, and kneeled between her legs. She tasted wonderful, warm and smooth like an aged wine and not like the sharp and salty memories of other women of my college days.
I was having success with Juliet when Jon moved up behind me and stroked along my labia with his resurrected erection. He slid into me from behind. He pushed me forward and my teeth dragged slightly more tightly against Juliet's clitoris than I intended. Juliet's yelp proceeded her orgasm.
Meanwhile, Jon was having his way with me. I hadn't completely recovered from my orgasm and his movements inside me restarted my engine. Jon erupted inside me, Juliet kissed me, and my orgasm happened simultaneously.
Sometime later, Jon was laying on his back with a naked woman in each arm. I can't imagine what he was feeling but I knew it wouldn't be the first time we were all together like this. Juliet looked over Jon's chest at me. "I need a way to refer to you. Becca is for Jon. I need a name for me."
"How about Romena?" I suggested.
"Romena? I'm unfamiliar with the name Romena," commented Juliet.
"It's a perfectly good northern European name," I educated her. "Somewhere near Poland and the Baltic."
"Romeo and Romena," Juliet mulled the similarities. "I like it," she said.
"And you can still be Juliet to both of us," I concluded.
Juliet freed herself and left the bedroom. Jon rolled on top of me. "What was that all about?" he asked.
"Your mother is a magnificent woman," I said. "I couldn't resist and I'm glad I didn't."
"I agree. Juliet is a magnificent woman," Jon said. "I didn't know that you were interested in women."
"There's a lot about me that you don't know," I challenged him. "Marry me and I'll reveal all of my surprises eventually."
I got off the bed, pulled on shorts and t-shirt, no panties, no bra, grabbed mom's nightgown, and left the bedroom. I caught up to mom in the kitchen. She was sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee. I tossed the nightgown to her. "You should at least put this on before your husband gets home," I told her.
She finished her coffee, grabbed her nightgown, and left the kitchen. I poured a mug of coffee for myself and was sitting at the kitchen table when Jon arrived in jeans and no shirt. He got his own mug of coffee and sat across from me at the table. Ten minutes later, Jon's dad arrived home. He was wearing white tennis shorts and a white Polo shirt. He greeted me enthusiastically, almost ignoring Jon. I knew he knew about Jon and his wife and I assumed he was having similar thoughts about him and me. I was willing to let that play out, maybe as soon as this evening.
Later, we were gathered in the master bedroom, getting dressed for the party. Jon's dad wore long shorts over his bathing suit and another white Polo shirt. He left the room to watch television while he waited for us to get ready.
Mom walked out of the closet with the green dress she had worn to the last party and a plastic bag. She took a dress out of the bag on the bed and handed it to me. It was a light green version of the same dress. "Here's the deal," she said. "We're all wearing the same dress as we wore at the last party only, tonight, without bathing suits, panties or bras."
We peeled off our current clothing. I watched as mom wrapped her green dress around her body and tied it around her waist. I did the same with my light green dress. It was incredibly comfortable but I was mildly uneasy about not wearing panties. I'd gone braless before but having the air move around my pussy as I walked was a new experience.
Mom and I waited while Jon put on his swim trunks and a t-shirt. The three of us joined dad in the living room. We were due at Dorothy and Sven's place at six pm. We left for the short walk up the block at five to six.
Dorothy met us at the door. She was wearing a red dress with the same design as mom's and mine. I assumed she was naked beneath her dress. Over the next fifteen minutes, four more couples arrived. Each of the women wore the same dress but in different colors. I was introduced to all of them but I was having a problem remembering all their names. I had minimal success in relating the names of the women with the color of their dress, Susan in blue and Loni in aqua, but the names of their husbands and who was with who eluded me.
Over the next hour, the party was a typical backyard bar-b-que party. Sven was grilling hamburgers, ribs, and prawns and Dorothy had an array of various salads and desserts on a nearby portable table. A second table had a cooler filled with various brands of beer, two pitchers of cocktails, and empty plastic glassware. We ate and got to know each other better. Despite Jon's warning to me, I was mystified at the attention all of the men, except Jon, gave me. The all managed to spend time talking to me, sometimes in groups of three or four, and most came by repeatedly. Loni, who was seated next to me at a table, elbowed me. Smiling, she commented, "Leave something for the rest of us."
"What?" I asked.
"You've got most of the attention," she clarified.
"I've noticed but I don't understand," I confessed. "I'm not trying to monopolize the men."
"You're young and single," Loni explained.
"I can't help that," I said.
"Don't worry," Loni said. "We're all cool with it. There's plenty of men to go around and lots of time before we turn into pumpkins again."
*** --- ***
I was sitting at a nearby table with Butch and Chuck, watching Becca deal with her popularity. All the men, including Butch and Chuck, were trying to ingratiate themselves with Becca in hopes of discovering what she had under her dress later. I didn't know if all the flattery was affecting Becca. I'd never seen her in a similar situation and I didn't have a clue how she might respond. I was sure of one thing, at least one of them was going to get laid tonight and Becca was going to be his partner.
Butch and Chuck went to get replacement beers and I was sitting alone at the table. I was startled when a woman's voice spoke, "You do know, Jon, how incredibly lucky you are, don't you?"
I turned. Chelsey was standing behind me. I pushed out a chair in invitation and she sat down. "If you're referring to my relationship with Becca," I said. "Then you are absolutely right."
"She's beautiful and so calm with all the attention," Chelsey commented.
"She's always been beautiful and I know she'd embarrass everyone of them with her sexual energy," I told her.
Chelsey laughed. "I'd like to see that," she wished. "Tell me, does she embarrass you?"
I wasn't sure how to answer her without information she didn't need to know. "I've never failed to clear every hurdle she's ever erected," I said.
"I've heard that," Chelsey responded.
"Really? From who?" I asked.
Butch and Chuck came back with three beers. They noticed I was talking with Chelsey, put one beer on the table, and moved on.
"I missed time with you at the last party so I only have secondhand knowledge to go on," Chelsey deflected. "However, we could correct that tonight?"
"I'll look for you," I said.
"Why wait?" she asked.
"Now?"
Chelsey stood up. "Follow me," she said and started for the patio door to the house.
I stood up, took a long pull on the beer, and followed her into the house. We ended up in the guest room on the second floor. Chelsey closed the door, turned towards me and kissed me. "Are you all right with an early start on the festivities?" she asked.
"We can be as festive as you want," I told her. I took her face in both hands and kissed her, more erotically than the kiss she gave me. "But I suggest we get serious," I added.
Chelsey moaned against me. She stepped back and tried to remove my shirt. I helped her and she tossed my shirt somewhere behind me. She ran her fingers through the hair on my chest and played with my nipples. Her touch was sensual and had the desired effect on me.
Chelsey noticed and smiled. She kissed me and stepped back. She began to pull on the tie holding her dress together. She had a coy grin as she slowly pulled the ends of the tie apart. Her dress fell on her body loosely. She took the sides of her dress in her hands and opened it slowly until she was holding it wide away from her body. As I expected, she was totally naked underneath.
Chelsey's breasts were attractive. They were about the size of navel oranges with tan areola and dark nipples that extended almost a half inch from her breast. She had an innie navel and a jungle of pubic hair.
She let her dress fall to the floor and sat on the bed. I pushed my trunks down and kicked them aside. Chelsey reached out, gently held my erection, and pulled me towards her. She slid back on the bed, lay on her back, spread her legs and patted the bed. I crawled up beside her, kissed her and palmed her right breast.
Chelsey's eyes closed. I kissed her neck. She turned her head and stretched her neck for another kiss. I kissed her neck, her shoulder, her chest, and moved towards her breast. I held her breast in my hand and kissed her nipple. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and pressed my tongue against it. Chelsey moaned and held my head in both hands.
I moved from her breast and began to kiss down her body towards her navel. She held my head in both hands. "Not there," she said softly.
I moved back up alongside her. I used one finger to turn her head in my direction. "Chelsey," I said. "A woman is the most beautiful creation ever imagined. Her hair, her eyes, her nose, and her lips are works of art. Every woman is different but every one is beautiful.
"Her breasts are unique. Looking at them, touching them, is every man's fantasy. But the complexity of her genitals is even more beautiful. Her sex is an abundance of sensations that no man can resist.
"The vision of her aroused genitals is one of the many wonders every man wants to experience. Touching a woman's vulva is another experience that should not be denied. Touching the smoothness of her excited major labia is inviting. The texture of her inner labia is exciting and the creases between them consuming. Discovering the hardness of her clitoris and the warmth of her vagina as his fingers slide into her is an act of love for both of them. Her aroma is intoxicating and invites him to savor her taste. Finally, the sounds she makes while he pleasures her encourages him to further effort and the sounds her body makes as he penetrates her provokes his desire to maximize her response.
"I don't know of any other activity that incorporates every sensation available to a man than the oral exploration of a woman's most private organs."
Chelsey's eyes had closed while I spoke to her. I kissed her lips and then her nipples. When I started to kiss down her torso, she didn't stop me again. I nuzzled her navel and carved a path through her pubic hair with my fingers. Her hips began to tremble as my fingers touched her clitoris. I kissed through the part in her pubic hair and kissed her clitoris. Her tremble elevated and her clitoris enlarged. I sucked her clitoris between my lips. Chelsey moaned loudly. I slid two fingers inside her vagina. Her body shook uncontrollably.
