I hung up the phone with a much better feeling about it then when I started, for starters they weren’t going to give us any address to where they meet till after we had downloaded printed and signed a consent form. Then we had to come up with health certificates to show we were disease free, that actually made me feel better and better about this all along.
This put me in a terribly awkward position with my son, he continued his flirting and suggestions for about a minute. The look on my face gave it away, oh my god he knew what slut I was going to become! I was desperate to defend my actions even before they had begun. I was apologizing by saying how it was his fathers idea. He kept agreeing with me all along. I said that no one had done anything yet because we had to prove that we were disease free. He was nodding in approval but at the same time I could sense his own unease. I did use this waiting time however to make sure that I was on the pill and ready for any “accidents” Which by now I was completely looking forward to happening. My god I was getting randy for the idea of a man besides my husband just letting loose inside of me.
To this day I have no idea how the little flirt did it, Jarred never, I mean never brings in the mail. Then one day out of the blue, he brought the mail in to me. He put a letter on top quietly saying “your test results are in” Again he shocked me into silence, I think my face went purple. I looked at him as he walked out of the room. The cheeky brat slowly slid his hand across his own bottom as he walked out of the kitchen!
I was in contact with Melissa almost immediately, they were excited to “meet” new people and set up a meeting at her house for that coming weekend. She again commented on how stunned she was that I had let my son know. I let her know that my husband was blissfully unaware of what our son knew. But I also told her about what my son did with his hand as he walked out of the kitchen. She squealed with delight. Now we had an address.
That weekend my husband was less than tactful. He told our son that we were going out to a “movie” Jarred knew the truth and didn’t press the issue. Then Daniel (my husband) said we were going to see Transformers, my son, knowing the truth did not point out that Transformers has not been in theaters for almost a year now.
When we got there Melissa met us at the door wearing a sheer see through nightie, behind her were other guests some naked, some near naked some still dressed. She explained the “rules”to us. We were to remain fully clothed until invited to undress by another person at the gathering. That this invite also meant that they did have some interest in you.
We were very warmly greeted however most of the attention, as Melissa had predicted, was focused on me and my breasts. Both men and women were inviting me to “get more comfortable” or “loosen that top” I smiled, looked at Daniel and walked inside. It really did not take long for me to end up naked. The only unusual thing for me was it seemed the women wanted to get me alone to talk about our son, and what he knew. The men wanted “other” attention.
Oh my god the things that I did that night. I sucked on 2 or 3 different cocks, nothing to completion, not in my mouth anyway. Three different men did manage to empty themselves inside my eager and rather wet vagina. My husband (and a couple of other men) walked around ill at ease without shedding any clothing. One by one various women took pity and asked them to strip, I think only to keep them interested in coming back for more. By the end of the night my husband (possibly due to a little mutual planning?) Was the only man left wearing his suit.
One of the only regrets that I had in the whole evening was when someone openly asked how old our son was. My husband blurted out an absurd number and I quickly “corrected” him by saying that Jarred was in fact 20. There was only a little awkward silence before Melissa began commenting on my breasts again. Men and women alike seemed to take interest in suckling or handling my big floppy tits.
The evening ended all too soon for me but home we did go, my husband went quiet, angry and drunk. Myself, a very, very satisfied and well fucked woman. My husband only asked one time how many men I had sex with that night. It was right after we got in the car. I replied “more than I ever dreamed possible” Needless to say before we got home he announced that we were never going back.
That week Jarred was HORRIBLE! He continuously pestered me for details. He made the requests seem as innocent as possible. How did it go? Was it like he had predicted (I answered yes) That in and of itself was probably one of my “bad” choices. By answering his question that left open the possibility for further discussion. The dilemma that I was in was making it even more and more difficult. I really did have no one to talk to about this. My husband was livid, I certainly couldn’t tell any of my friends. I really did have a fantastic time and needed to talk. So I called Melissa, she was excited to hear from me and we really did have a good talk. But she was more interested in hearing what Jarred had thought. I had told her that the hubby had said any return trips were out of the question. Which she acknowledged, she felt disappointed as we really had been getting along quite well, sex aside. But as a friend, a rather devious, devious friend. She ended our conversation by begging me to fill Jarred in with more details, maybe not everything. But more at least, and then to call her back to fill her in on his reactions.
Jarred asked me again when we were in the kitchen and Daniel was in the living room sulking and ignoring me. I started answering his whispered questions with answers loud enough for my husband to hear, so he wouldn’t think that I was whispering. And non specific enough that he couldn’t make out what I was talking about. Easy for him to ignore. “Pretty much as predicted”
“Oh that was nice” only I said that in a way that sounded like I was answering a different kind of question. Jarred whispered “how many men?” God help me, I was starting to get into this, I held up 3 fingers. Jarred rocked his hand like he was at a concert, he was (very quietly) cheering me on! He was acting like such a friend that I ended up confessing more to him than I really should have. (Yes I really did enjoy it, if I could yes I would go back for more) I finally forced my self to stop incriminating myself and ended the conversation. Jarred at least, seemed rather pleased with himself. From what I found for laundry the next morning, he must have really, really enjoyed it. He must have soaked 3 different socks along with his shorts. I realized that my little boy had shot off probably 4 different times to the story I had told him.
Well, I did end up on the phone with Melissa the next day, which was Friday. I am not sure but she may have actually started masturbating while talking to me. She denied doing that (I couldn’t believe that I had the nerve to ask her if that is what she was doing) Being the flirt that she was she kiddingly suggested that if Daniel wouldn’t come then maybe I could bring Jarred to their next meeting, after all, I said he was 20. Oh she knew, I know that she knew.