In the late 2020’s, American post pandemic society has changed. There is more emphasis on family. Nowhere is it more evident than in our small, southern community. Women, who were once focused on career, postponing or even forgoing, motherhood, have a new outlook on life.
So many of them lost or quit their jobs during the pandemic that a new direction in their lives evolved. With their careers derailed, they turned their attention to family and children. When the children started leaving the house for preschool, kindergarten and elementary school, they sat down and reevaluated their futures — jobs, careers or family?
For most, the reality of the lost job experience translated to lower initial salaries and truncated careers. With their spouses, they did the math. The cost of wardrobe, commuting, day care and other job expenses when compared to the potential income left little or no actual profit. For many, it was an actual loss of family income. Add the cost of refresher education courses and the decision was a no brainer. It was financially and emotionally better to skip working and focus on the family. The called themselves “Tradwives.”
Their decision to become stay at home mothers disturbed, and even angered, the strident feminist women who called them “traitors,” “cowards” and “anti-feminist.” But for these women, they were the ultimate feminist, women who evaluated all the options available to women, not just the anti-male options, and made a conscious decision to be wives and mothers. They embraced the responsibility of running a household, easing their husband’s tensions and guiding the educations of the next generation. They also had significant free time to expand their social contacts and expand their knowledge of a wide number of subjects that interested them. They offered their time to worthwhile charitable organizations and weekend dinners with friends.
Margo and Sally met years ago while walking their new babies in their carriages and strollers around the neighborhood. The first few meetings were coincidental but eventually they coordinated their schedules and walked together at the same time every weekday afternoon. Within a few weeks, they were joined by Deirdre, DeDe to her friends.
As they walked, they shared their experiences with their children, problems, issues and solutions. They were helpful to each other, frequently watching someone’s child while the mother needed to perform some necessary function, like going to the market, a salon, doctor visit or overseeing some work in their house. The freedom they provided to move about without having to take a child with them was invaluable and appreciated by all. It fostered a substantial friendship and trust between the trio of women.
Their schedule expanded to include coffee and a snack at one of their homes after their afternoon walk while their children slept or played with each other. When the children were old enough for preschool, kindergarten or elementary school, the afternoon coffee gatherings continued.
As time passed and trust in each other strengthened, the conversations turned to more personal topics such as household finances, relationships with their husbands and sex. Margo was the first to mention the loss of intensity of the sex with her husband. Sally immediately agreed with her while DeDe remained an interested listener.
Over time, they discussed the issue in greater detail. Hesitantly, Sally proposed a solution. “Margo,” she said, “you need a lover.”
“I have a lover,” Margo responded. “Dennis is my lover.”
“Dennis is your husband,” reminded Sally. “The same husband you’re concerned about the loss of sexual intensity with,” she added.
“Just what are you suggesting?” asked Margo. “Are you saying I should have another man on the side? Cheating?”
“It worked for me,” admitted Sally.
“What!” exclaimed Margo. “You’re fucking some other guy in addition to your husband.”
“You make it sound sleazy,” defended Sally. “It’s actually very empowering. It’s done wonders for Mark and me. We were on the same course you’re describing with Dennis and it’s changed all that. Our sex life has renewed intensity and the more I see my lover, the more intense sex is at home. It’s changed me and it’s changed us.”
“Who is he? When do you see him? How do you manage to keep it secret? Does Mark know?” The questions just rolled out of Margo.
“He’s an old friend. I’ve known him since high school. Long before I met Mark. We were never romantically involved. Just friends. I never lost contact with him. When sex with Mark began to lose its fire, I needed someone to talk to and he was available. One thing led to another and the rest is history and my married life is dramatically improved,” explained Sally.
“Damn,” commented Margo. “I never had a hint.”
“It wasn’t important to tell you and the fewer people that know the less chance of repercussions,” admitted Sally.
“So, Mark doesn’t know?” asked Margo.
“No, he doesn’t,” confirmed Sally.
“Does he suspect?” asked Margo. “After all he has to be aware of the improved sex at home.”
“I don’t think so,” answered Sally. “And even if he did, I doubt he’d confront me.”
“Why?” asked Margo.
“It’s the improved sex at home. He’s a guy. He’ll never risk threatening the good sex we have. Anyway, he’s thinks that women have emotional cycles and the sex is better when I’m feeling better about myself. I have to admit, he may be correct in his opinion.”
“How often do you see him and how do you manage it?” asked Margo.
“About twice a month. I don’t need more than that and you don’t think that all those doctor’s appointments I have are actually to see doctors,” Sally replied.
“You mean I’ve been watching your kids while you’re off fucking this guy?” asked Margo.
“That about sums it up,” Sally said.
“What’s in it for him?” Margo asked.
“Mark? I think that’s obvious,” answered Sally.
“Not Mark. Your lover,” clarified Margo.
“I honestly don’t know and I don’t really care. He’s married but I don’t believe it’s something that improves his marriage. Actually, it supports secrecy since he has something to lose too. Maybe it just supports his ego. That’s fine with me as long as treats me respectfully and fucks my brains out,” said Sally.
“Damn,” said Margo. “And you think my marriage, my sex with Dennis, would improve if I had a lover?” asked Margo.
“I do,” agreed Sally.
DeDe continued to be an interested listener.
“How would I even find a lover?” Margo proposed.
“It’s not that difficult,” interjected DeDe.
“Wait,” exclaimed Margo. “You too?”
“Me too,” agreed DeDe.
“Fuck. I seem to be the odd woman out,” Margo observed. “How did you find a lover?” she asked DeDe.
“He came to me,” said DeDe. “He mows my lawn every Tuesday.”
“You’re fucking the lawn guy?” asked an incredulous Margo.
“Not every Tuesday but often enough,” explained DeDe. “It’s been a profitable exercise. It’s a constant nudge improving my sex with Chuck and he charges fifty dollars to mow the lawn. When we have sex, he doesn’t charge me and I pocket the cash.”
“Incredible,” commented Margo. “And Chuck isn’t suspicious?”
“Not at all. We keep cash in the house to pay for services like mowing the lawn. I have to keep the fifty dollars since it has to disappear from the jar when the lawn is mowed. If Chuck is home, I obviously can’t have sex with the lawn guy and he pays the guy instead of me.”
“And that works?” Margo wanted to know.
“It does,” agreed DeDe, “and there are other advantages. For example, the lawn guy is significantly younger than I am and his youth and stamina brings welcome virtues to our fucking.”
“Damn, I am missing something,” commented Margo. “But how would I ever meet someone? It isn’t as easy as an old friend or seducing the gardener.”
“Margo, honey,” said Sally. “Just turn up your radar. You’ve been out the game for a while but you haven’t lost your mojo. He’s out there somewhere. He’s waiting for you but he doesn’t know it yet. Pay attention to the men you see every day. Add a smile, more cleavage and a wiggle in your walk and he’ll pop up like a puppy wanting a treat.”
“Sounds predatory,” commented Margo.
“It is. Trust me. More than one man is going to suspect you’re on the hunt and respond,” said Sally.
Margo thought about her friends and their “friends” and made a decision. She turned up her radar and engaged her mojo. Sally was dead on. Almost immediately, men from the clerk in the post office to the kid bagging her groceries were more apt to talk to her and prolong the time they had together. The grocery clerk was suddenly wheeling her cart into the parking lot for her and loading her groceries in her car. He had enormous appeal but she had to write him off. He was too young. Probably jailbait.
She began to focus on her son’s second grade teacher. He was about her age, maybe a couple of years younger and, if he taught second grade he probably had a real interest in kid’s welfare and that was a plus in her book. Her meeting with him after school for a parent’s teacher’s review went well past the scheduled appointment time and she sensed interest on his part.
When they happened to be in the same fast-food restaurant for a quick Saturday lunch, they shared a table and, when he took her hand over the table and proposed they have dinner someday, she was convinced and they exchanged phone numbers.
She called him Monday after school and proposed dinner Thursday night. Dennis was traveling for business and wouldn’t be home until Saturday afternoon. Margo arranged for her kids to sleep over at Sally’s, something Sally enthusiastically agreed to once she knew Margo’s plans for the evening.
Margo dropped her kids at Sally’s right after school and went home to prepare for her “dinner date” later in the evening. She bathed, a soothing hot soak, did her hair and makeup and dressed provocatively, not sluttily. She met him at the restaurant at the hotel downtown. The restaurant was well known and she wondered how he managed to get a reservation in such a short time.
They were seated in a semicircular booth on the side of the dining room with a starched white tablecloth, a small vase of flowers and a candle. They sat on the same side of the table, appropriately spaced apart. He took charge of the menu and ordered appetizers and a white wine. Dinner was filet mignon for him and a perfect seafood platter for her with more wine.
Conversation was initially difficult but eased significantly by the time the main course was completed. Margo was nervous as a coed at her first fraternity party. She tried to relax by moving closer to him during dinner. He noticed and moved in her direction in response. By the time dessert, and more wine, was served, their hips and thighs were touching.
They both knew why they were there but avoided any explicit mention of it during dinner. He moved his thighs against hers and rubbed her leg with one hand while he fed her small samples of Crème Brûlée. His hand rubbed her thigh and slid to the inside. Margo separated her legs slightly in response and he rubbed under her skirt until he touched the damp gusset of her panties. Reflexively, she closed her legs on his hand but did nothing to remove it from against her labia.
He reached into his pocket with his other hand and discretely placed a nondescript white plastic card on the table. Margo knew exactly what the card was. It was an electronic key to a room in the hotel. She smiled and nodded slightly.
He quickly signaled the waiter, paid the dinner bill and stood up from the table. Margo wondered if his haste was a symptom of him thinking she might change her mind. Margo was shaking with fear and anxiety but she was not going to change her mind. If anything, she was in a rush herself.
They shared their first kiss in the elevator to the seventeenth floor. A simple, chaste experiment that only served to encourage each of them. They paused outside the hotel room door. Another chance to confirm or change her decision. Margo took the key from his hand and opened the door. Unexpectedly, he picked her up in his arms and carried her over the threshold into the room, kicking the door closed behind them. Laughing, Margo put her arms around his neck and kissed him again, this time with intent.
He put her down and they stood at the side of the bed facing each other. Margo seemed surprisingly calm given all the anxious thoughts racing through her mind. She never doubted her resolve in where they were going but was he going to undress her or was she going to undress herself? Was she wearing a bra that would raise his libido? How about her panties? Would he be upset by the increasingly large wet spot on her panties? How about oral sex? Was he into cunnilingus or just fellatio? What did he think of anal play?
All these insecurities and more, dominated her thinking as she smiled at him and waited. He pulled her toward her and kissed her a third time. His mouth opened and his tongue teased her lips until they opened and allowed his tongue into her mouth. His hand wandered up her torso until it held her breast while they kissed. Her legs weakened but she strengthened her resolve, pushed her tongue into his mouth and her chest into his hand.
Margo doesn’t recall how her blouse and bra came off. All she can remember is him kissing her neck, chest and nipples afterward. Without thinking, she found herself frantically working to undo his belt, pants and zipper. Seconds later, she was on her knees with her mouth around his erection.
He stumbled backward, sitting on the bed with her between his legs. He moaned with pleasure as he ran his fingers through her hair. Several minutes later, he held her head in his hands and cautioned her, “Slow down or this is going to end more quickly than either of us wants it to,” he told her.
“Sorry,” Margo said as she stood in front of him, naked from the waist up.” Suddenly she was self conscious about her body and her purpose. She hid her breasts with her hands.
“Margo,” he said. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. In fact, you should be proud of your incredible skill.”
He pulled off his shirt and began to remove his shoes, socks and the rest of his pants. Margo stood in front of him. All her anxiety returned. She almost cried thinking she had blown it and he was about to send her packing before she realized that he was removing his clothes.
“Relax, Margo,” he said. “That was the best greeting I’ve ever experienced.” He leaned back on the bed. “Come, join me,” he said.
She stared at him. He was naked. She was half naked. He wanted her to join him on the bed. She wanted to join him as well but, first, she needed to correct the difference in their state of undress. Margo calmed herself, kicked off her shoes and began to unzip her skirt. He leaned back on his elbows and smiled. She smiled back and pushed her skirt off her hips and kicked it aside.
His smile broadened as he viewed her bikini panties with the dreaded spot. She laughed at his attention and gained confidence. She pushed her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She stood proudly in front of him and pirouetted for his pleasure. Laughing together, he held out his arms and she jumped on the bed on top of him and kissed him again.
Things progressed rapidly from there. Twenty minutes and two orgasms later, Margo felt him ejaculate deep inside her. The heat of his semen spread throughout her body sending her on another orgasm of her own.
Four hours later, Margo had no anxiety and no energy. Her partner had exceeded her expectations in every category. He enthusiastically participated in every position she could dream up. He not only enjoyed fellatio, but he was also an expert in the art of cunnilingus.
Driving home from the hotel at three in the morning, Margo was on a high. She could hardly wait for Dennis to get home from his business trip. She was going to give him a homecoming he’d never forget.
Margo slept late on Friday. Sally got the kids off to school and went by Margo’s place to see if she was all right. She woke Margo. She made coffee and called DeDe while Margo showered. The three of them had their first AM coffee meeting.
“Margo,” said Sally. “You look incredible. Everything about you says you’ve been well fucked.”
“That obvious?” asked Margo.
“Only to another woman,” informed Sally and DeDe agreed.
“Tell us about last night,” they demanded.
“There’s nothing to tell. You’ve both been there,” Margo said.
“We have,” admitted Sally, “but we weren’t with you last night.”
“No details,” said Margo. “But I will share that I went places last night that I’ve never been and never imagined.”
“And you’re going back again?” asked Sally.
“I am, but not too soon,” admitted Margo.
“What about Dennis?” asked Sally.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on him,” said Margo. “And other parts of my body as well. I just hope he doesn’t get suspicious.”
“Hold back something,” counseled Sally. “Save something for later. He might be suspicious but he’ll never say anything,” she concluded.
“I hope you’re right.”
“I’m right. Mark is my proof,” asserted Sally.
Dennis returned home Saturday afternoon. Margo dragged him into the bedroom. She had the kids totally engrossed in a VR world from Scholastic and confident they wouldn’t be disturbed. She treated him to a sexual smorgasbord unlike anything they had done before. She tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to withhold some of her excitement. After three hours, Dennis asked, “What’s gotten into you today?”
“I’m just really happy to see you,” Margo told him.
“I’ve only been gone three days. You’ve never been this happy before,” he stated.
“I’ve been thinking about our sex lives together and decided to spice up some things.”
“Have you been watching porn?” Dennis asked.
“No. Why do you ask?” Margo asked.
“You’ve spiced up everything,” Dennis observed. “More than I could imagine.”
“Maybe I’m just more imaginative than you,” Margo challenged.
“Well, I’m on board with whatever is driving you,” Dennis said. “Keep on imagining.”
Margo did just that for the rest of the weekend.
Monday afternoon coffee was similar to all the other meetings with the addition of comparative conversation about their respective ‘friends’ and husbands. The conversations helped all of them smooth and intensify their sexual activities at home.
Months passed and the external and internal relationships continued until, one Wednesday afternoon, over coffee, Margo wondered if the others were experiencing changes in their extramarital liaisons.
“Why do you ask?” asked Sally.
“It seems to me that, lately, my outside experiences have lost some of their fire, their zeal,” expressed Margo.
“Isn’t that to be expected?” said Sally.
“Isn’t that why we’re involved with our lovers to correct?” countered Margo. “We’ve solved one problem and created another. Another that’s eventually going to seep into our married lives as well.”
“How do you propose to stop it?” questioned DeDe.
“I don’t know,” answered Margo. “I guess one possible answer is to seek new outside partners but that’s a vicious cycle, constantly seeking outside influences to keep our family sex life from deteriorating. I don’t like that solution.”
“Neither do I,” said Sally. DeDe agreed.
“I think we need to think about it and discuss it later this week,” suggested Margo.
It was over a week later when Margo resurrected the discussion. “I’ve been thinking about the problem of diminishing sexual returns,” she said.
“We’re listening,” said Sally.
“I think we have to focus on the resources we have at hand,” Margo suggested.
“How does that work?” asked Sally.
“I’m not sure you’ll be happy with what I’m thinking,” hedged Margo.
“Maybe not, but go ahead anyway,” challenged Sally.
“We need to give up the other men in our lives and focus within the group for inspiration,” Margo stated.
“What are … Wait,… You want to fuck Mark?” asked Sally.
“Why not?” responded Margo. “To me he’s no different to me than my schoolteacher friend. I’m sure we’d find as much exciting common ground as whoever I would select next to be my partner.”
“You have a point,” admitted Sally, ‘but Mark’s my husband.”
“And Dennis is my husband and you’d get to fuck him,” reminded Margo. “And don’t forget about Chuck,” she added.
That got DeDe’s attention. “Wait a second,” she cautioned.
“Why not?” asked Margo. “It’s even better than the current situation. We’d all have twice as many outside experiences as we have now. What we gain we would take back to our husbands who, in turn would pass it along to the other two of us. It’s a feedback loop that doesn’t lose effectiveness with time.”
“That makes too much sense,” commented Sally. “There has to be something wrong with it.”
“It’s less wrong than what we’re doing now,” stated Margo. “And consider this, there’d be no need for secrecy, no guilt, no possible repercussions. We’d all agree, all six of us. One big, happy incestuous extended family.”
“Crap,” said Sally. “You’re making sense but I can’t get by the fact that my husband is part of it.”
“He is and so are Dennis and Chuck,” said Margo. “Right now, you’ve given yourself permission to have sex with someone other than your husband. Why should you deny him the same permission?”
“Double crap,” said Sally. “I have to think about it.”
“So do I,” agreed DeDe.
“Take your time,” offered Margo.
It took twelve days. Monday afternoon they gathered at Margo’s for coffee. “Let’s talk some more about diminishing returns,” suggested Sally. “I think your idea has some merit.”
“You both agree?” asked Margo.
“We do,” responded Sally and DeDe nodded.
“You’ve talked about it with each other?” asked Margo.
“Only on the way over here,” replied Sally.
“What prompted your decision?” asked Margo.
“I had sex with my friend Saturday morning while Mark was playing golf,” related Sally. “I approached it more critically than I have in the past and I was left less impressed than I have been.”
“I get the connection. Where do you want to start?” asked Margo.
“That’s the issue. Where do we start?” asked Sally.
“First,” suggested Margo, “we need to divest ourselves of our current investments.”
“Dump the other guys,” observed Sally.
“In so many words,” agreed Margo.
“That shouldn’t be too difficult,” considered Sally. “After all I’ve already lowered my expectations.”
“How about you?” Margo asked DeDe.
“It’s already done. The lawn boy quit last week. I don’t expect to ever see him again and his replacement may be all right to mow the lawn but not to plow this field,” she laughed.
“I’ve already hinted that my time with the teacher is limited. It shouldn’t be too difficult to end it. I might even treat him to one last fuck after I tell him,” informed Margo.
“I assume step two is to convince our husbands,” suggested Sally.
“That’s it,” agreed Margo.
“I just don’t think it going to be easy to convince Mark. He’s never even hinted that he’d like to fuck another woman including you or DeDe.”
Margo addressed Sally. “You have no idea what he’s thinking. You don’t believe he’d actually mention it to you if he was thinking of fucking another woman, do you?”
“That’s probably true,” admitted Sally.
“I venture that Mark’s just like every other man,” explained Margo, “just like Dennis. “They think about sex all the time. Most men do. You’re not with him all the time and that leaves a lot of time to think about sex when you’re not there but other women, some of whom he fantasizes about, are. He’s a man, and a good one at that, but his sex drive is indiscriminate. It’s in his genes. He can’t help it. And his emotional depth is about the same as the length of his penis. I think, if it was offered to him and you approved, he’d be on board in a New York minute.”
“You’re probably right but I can’t get past Mark fucking you guys,” Sally admitted.
“Why not?” asked Margo. “You’d be fucking our husbands too. Look at it this way. You’ve been fucking two guys lately. Why not three in the future?”
“Okay,” Sally admitted defeat. “I guess I’ll come to terms with it but how do we make it happen?”
“That’s the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question, isn’t it?” said Margo. “In my mind, we have to convince them it was their idea and we’re the ones needing convincing.”
“That’s devious,” said Sally.
“And brilliant,” added DeDe.
“And how do we go about that?” asked Sally.
“We get together more often. We tease them and get them thinking about us, not the women at the golf club. We play games together. Games that are fun but have a sexual side and let things evolve naturally.”
“You mean like strip poker?” asked Sally.
“That’s pretty obvious but you get the idea,” Margo agreed. “Maybe we can add something that involves dares and we can gradually push the dares in a sexual direction.”
“I haven’t played Truth or Dare since college,” commented DeDe.
“How did it work then?” asked Sally.
“I got laid,” admitted DeDe. “A lot,” she added.
“So that probably works,” agreed Sally laughing at DeDe’s admission. “When can we start? I’m not sure how long I can go without fucking somebody.”
“Immediately,” said Margo. “You can continue to fuck your friend for as long as you like but I think if you give him up now it will add some incentive to get the job done for all of us.”
“Done,” said Sally. “I could use some more coffee.”
That night, Margo had a discussion with Dennis. “You know that I’ve had a long-time relationship with two of the women in the neighborhood and we get together for coffee most afternoons.”
“I’m aware but I don’t think I know their names or who they are. I’d probably not recognize them if I met them in the grocery store,” commented Dennis.
“Well,” said Margo. “I think it’s about time we change that. After all, you should know the people that I know,” she added.
“Okay,” agreed Dennis. “How do you want to go about it?”
“The weather’s getting warmer,” Margo commented. “How about we host a bar-b-que for the six of us, the girls and their husbands, here next Saturday evening?”
“I’m good with that. You pick up the eats. I’ll pick up the beer and whatever else you think we need and I’ll fire up the grill if you do the rest,” Dennis suggested.
“Deal. I’ll call and invite everybody,” Margo said.
“That was quick,” commented Sally when Margo called the next day.
“I was thinking about you,” Margo said.
“Thanks,” replied Sally.
They discussed the party over coffee during the week. Margo cautioned the others to go slowly. Be friendly but not overly sexual. “We need to sow the idea in their primitive brain and give it time to surface in their consciousness.”
“How long will that take?” asked Sally.
“Not long. They’re men. Remember? You’ll know when they begin to flirt. They won’t be able to help it. It’s genetically ordained.”
Saturday afternoon arrived. Dennis had an ample supply of beer for the men and, after consulting with Margo, got vodka, margarita mix and cranberry juice to make lime cosmopolitans for the women.
Sally and Mark were the first to arrive. Introductions were offered and everyone shook hands in greeting. They were just sitting down in the living room when DeDe and Chuck rang the doorbell. After more introductions and handshakes, Margo moved the group to the patio to enjoy the warm weather. All the women were wearing skirts as was preplanned.
Conversation among the group was friendly and wide ranging. Mark and Chuck endorsed Dennis’ choice in beers and the women raved over the pitcher of cosmopolitans Dennis prepared for them. They men were into the second six pack of beer and the women the bottom half of the pitcher of drinks when Margo declared it was time to eat.
Dennis fired up the grill. Margo brought him a dozen prime filets and a meat thermometer. Dennis cooked with unnecessary advice from the other men while Margo, Sally and DeDe set the table and brought out the salads and necessary condiments. He took some ribbing from the other men, but Dennis persisted in using the meat thermometer and delivered perfectly prepared filets to the table.
Dinner was greeted with universal acclaim while the men broke into the third six pack and the women worked on the second pitcher of cosmopolitans. Everyone was feeling content and loose when the dinner completed. Everyone helped clear the table and put away the leftovers before returning to the patio for more comradery.
About nine, the breeze increased and the weather cooled. Margo moved the party inside. They sat in a rough circle in the living room in the chairs and on the sofa. Although they weren’t much better, the men watched with admiration as their tipsy wives giggled and touched each other and the other men. Sally even slipped on the way to the living room and Chuck caught her before she fell. Margo wasn’t sure but she thought Chuck got an unexpected handful of breast in the process. Whatever, Sally righted herself and gave Chuck a quick kiss on the cheek for saving her.
Conversation was unexpectedly quiet in the living room. While Margo was trying to think of a way to encourage communication, Sally spoke up. “Why don’t we play a game?” she suggested.
Her suggestion was immediately endorsed by the other women. The men were indifferent. Unlike the women, they weren’t into games except golf and poker.
“What should we play?” asked DeDe as if on script.
No one answered immediately. Impatient, Sally spoke up. “How about ‘Never Have I Ever’?”
“Yeah,” said DeDe. “I haven’t played that since college.”
“How do you play?” asked Chuck. Mark and Dennis just stared at him.
“Someone makes a statement about something they haven’t done,” explained DeDe. “For example: ‘Never have I ever drunk water from the toilet bowl.'”
“Ugh,” commented Chuck.
“It has to be true and everyone who agrees must take a sip of their drink. If no one agrees the person making the statement must drink,” finished DeDe.
“I’m good with that,” said Sally. “Anyone disagree?”
When nobody responded, she said, “Okay. Who wants to go first?”
When nobody responded, she said, “Okay. I’ll go first. Never have I ever kissed someone on the first date.”
“Mark you’re next,” Sally prodded.
Mark took a sip of his drink as did everyone else except DeDe.
“You’re kidding,” commented Sally to DeDe. “You’ve kissed on the first date?”
“I’ve kissed someone the same day I met them,” she answered. “I don’t know if it was a date or not but it seemed to fit the question.”
“Okay, Mark,” said Sally. “Your turn.”
Mark thought for a while. “Never have I ever worn the same underwear twice,” he asserted.
Only DeDe took a sip of her drink.
“Really, DeDe,” questioned Margo. “You’ve never worn the same pair of panties on two consecutive days?”
“No, I haven’t,” insisted DeDe. “I’ve gone without panties more than once if I didn’t have a clean pair but I’ve never worn dirty panties a second time.”
“I’d like to see that?” commented Mark.
Sally elbowed him. “Dirty old man,” she commented.
“Okay, DeDe. You’re next,” said Sally.
“Never have I ever peed in a swimming pool,” she said.
Nobody agreed with her and she took a drink. “I don’t think I want to go swimming with any of you,” she commented as she swallowed.
Chuck quickly followed up with “Never have I ever peed in a bottle.”
Neither of the other men moved. Margo took a drink. Sally sheepishly asked, “Does a plastic cup count?”
“No,” answered DeDe. “A plastic cup doesn’t qualify as a bottle but I’d like to hear that story.”
“We were stuck in a traffic jam on the Interstate. It was either that or squatting next to the car where everyone could see me,” described Sally.
“I’ve done that,” commented Margo.
“Peed in a cup?” asked Sally
“No. Squatted next to the car,” clarified Margo.
“How did that go?” asked Sally.
“I went very well,” responded Margo.
“What about the other people who could see you?” asked DeDe.
“I flashed them and got back in the car,” Margo said.
Everyone looked at Dennis. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “She did.”
Following the laughter, Margo looked to change the topic. “Never have I ever lied about myself to get laid.”
Dennis looked a little shocked. Nobody reached for their drinks. “Damn,” said as she took a drink. “You’re all liars.”
“Really, you’ve never exaggerated something to get someone between the sheets?” asked Sally.
“Never had to,” exclaimed Margo, lifting her breasts to punctuate her statement.
The women laughed and the men nearly choked. “Okay. Okay,” said Sally. “Enough of that. Your turn Dennis.”
Dennis considered his options. He liked the direction the game was progressing and, at the same time, was concerned about the direction the game was taking. “Never have I ever played a drinking game,” he stated.
“Whoa.” DeDe jumped on his statement. “That’s patently not true,” she insisted.
“What?” questioned Dennis.
“What do you think we’re all doing right now?” DeDe pointed out.
“Oh,” said Dennis.
“Try again,” said DeDe.
“What the hell,” thought Dennis. “Let’s see how far they’re willing to go.” “Never have I ever fantasized about a friend,” he said.
Nobody reached for their drink. “Interesting,” said Sally. She turned to her husband. “Tell me about your fantasy,” she demanded.
Mark was on the spot. Should he be honest or should he make something up. “How would she know which,” he thought. “You already know,” he stated.
“Know what? I have no idea,” said Sally.
“You’re sister is hot,” he explained. “I’ve told you that more than once.”
“But you never told me you fantasized about her,” said Sally. “We’ll talk about that later. What about the people in this room?” she asked.
“They’re new friends,” said Mark. “Give me a day or two,” he added.
Sally was mute. The other men laughed and the other women squirmed in their seats.
DeDe turned to Chuck. “What about you?” she asked.
“What?” he replied.
“Have you ever fantasized about someone in this room?”
“I’m with Mark,” Chuck stated. “Give me a couple of days and I’m sure I’ll get there. Especially if Margo does that thing with her breasts again.”
“You mean like this?” Margo asked and she lifted her breasts again and bounced them several times.
“Exactly like that,” Chuck agreed.
DeDe bounced her breasts. “These aren’t enough for you?” she asked.
“They’re wonderful but we’re fantasizing here. Real life versus dreamland. I prefer real life,” he asserted.
“We could make it real,” offered Margo fondling her breasts again.
Chuck was silent.
“I think Margo just made you an offer,” said DeDe. “Would you like to be ‘real’ with Margo?” she asked
Chuck looked at his watch. “I think it’s time to go home,” he said.
There were hugs as everyone left. Margo gave Chuck a little extra hug, ensuring he was aware of her breasts in the process.
Later, Dennis and Margo were in bed recovering from a prolonged sexual adventure when Dennis asked, “What was going on tonight?”
“What? Just getting to know the neighbors better,” Margo said.
“I think it was more than that,” Dennis stated.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” said Margo.
“You women have been friends for ages. It seemed that you all were trying to move the evening toward something more than just getting to know the neighbors better.”
“For example?” suggested Margo.
“Possibly something sexual,” stated Dennis.
“Margo asked, “What led you to that conclusion?”
“Multiple small things, like body posture, comments, the game and especially that stunt with your breasts.”
“You liked that didn’t you?” Margo asked.
“I did,” Dennis agreed.
“And DeDe fondling her breasts?” asked Margo.
“That too,” Dennis admitted.
“Enough to fantasize about them?”
“Give me time,” Dennis requested. “It’s been hardly two hours and you’ve monopolized most of that. I’ll get there.”
What are you fantasizing about now? Margo asked.
“Sucking on your clit until you scream,” Dennis stated.
“Oh, I’d like that,” said Margo as she rolled on her back and separated her legs.
Dennis was quick to turn his fantasy into reality.
Similar conversations were held in the other households although neither Mark nor Chuck acknowledged the sexual direction of the evening.
Monday afternoon over coffee, the women deconstructed Saturday night’s get together. “That went well,” Margo started. “I think Dennis may have figured out what we were doing.”
“Really,” said Sally. “I don’t think Mark has a clue.”
“Neither does Chuck,” agreed DeDe.
“Even after I pushed my breasts against him when I hugged him?” asked Margo.
“He attributes it to the drink,” explained DeDe.
“Good input,” said Margo. “Less drink and more explicit games.”
“I agree,” said Sally. “More explicit games. Drinking makes the games easier.”
“Okay,” agreed Margo. “We get sloshed and naked.”
“Here, here,” agreed the others.
“When?” asked Sally.
“How about two weeks?” proposed Margo.
“That long?” asked a disappointed Sally.
“Remember, we don’t want to push too hard. We want the men to think it was their idea.”
“Okay. Two weeks. At our place?” suggested Sally.
“Sounds good,” agreed DeDe. “Let us know the day and time.”
“Meanwhile, work on their fantasies,” suggested Margo.
Friday, two weeks away, came quickly. Everyone gathered at Sally’s and Mark’s for drinks, dinner, drinks and games. Sally prepared a light dinner with wine that complemented the meal and the other drinks. The rain kept them inside so they gathered in the living room after dinner.
“Well,” said Chuck. “Same game?”
Nobody responded. Sally spoke up. “That was interesting but a little tame. I was thinking about something more exciting.”
The men perked up and the women smiled. “What do you have in mind?” asked Chuck.
“I found this idea online,” explained Sally. “It’s a version of high/low. We all take a card. High card wins, low card loses.”
“That’s not new,” commented Chuck.
“But the stakes are,” answered Sally.
“What are they?” asked Mark.
“Almost anything we want them to be?” informed Sally.
“Pennies?” asked DeDe.
“I was thinking something more personal,” said Sally.
“Clothing?” asked Margo.
“Got it on the first try,” agreed Sally. “Everyone okay playing for clothing?”
The women seemed at ease, Mark and Chuck uneasy and Dennis confident his speculation on the direction of the evening was accurate.
“So, we each pick a card,” stated Dennis. “I get it that the low card loses, in this case an article of clothing. What does the high card win?”
“High card gets to remove the clothing from the loser,” said Sally.
The men’s interest increased.
“How about ties?” asked Chuck.
“The description handled that,” explained Sally. “We only use one suit. Thirteen cards. No duplicates.”
“That works,” agreed Chuck. “However, I have no desire to undress either of the other men.”
“Homophobic?” asked DeDe.
“Could be,” agreed Chuck. “I don’t have a problem with what happens between other men but I don’t roll that way,” he stated.
“The description also addressed that,” said Sally. “We use two stacks. One for the men, the other for the women. High card for the women pairs with the low card for the men and vice versa.”
“Two results with each draw,” concluded Chuck.
“True and it moves the game along,” agreed Sally. “So, what do you think? Everybody ready to play?”
Nobody objected. “Do we all start equal?” asked Mark.
“Does anybody care?” asked Margo.
“Yeah,” spoke up DeDe. “By my count we have two clothing items less than the men. That means we’re more likely to lose before them.”
“DeDe’s right,” said Mark. He took of his shoes. “Now I’m on a par with the women.”
Dennis and Chuck took off their shoes in support of Mark and the women.
“Everybody ready?” Sally asked.
Getting no response, she retrieved a deck of cards and separated it into two stacks, hearts for the women and spades for the men. They sat in a circle in the center of the room. Sally put the two stacks in the center and sat back. After a second, Sally took a card from the woman’s stack, quickly followed by everyone else from the appropriate stack.
The result paired Mark’s high nine with DeDe’s low eight and Margo’s king with Dennis’ three. Following the rules, Mark removed one of DeDe’s shoes and Margo removed one of Dennis’ socks.
Dennis’ bad luck continued for the next three draws, losing his other sock, shirt and t-shirt to DeDe and twice to Sally who made a show of baring his chest. The women’s losses were evenly divided with only DeDe having lost her second shoe.
Things got more interesting during the next two rounds, at least for the men. Margo claimed a sock each from Mark and Chuck while Sally lost twice to Dennis. He removed her second shoe and they stood in the center of the circle while he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Sally stood stoically while Dennis worked. She helped him remove her blouse and she handed it to someone behind him. He gestured as if presenting her to the group and she turned around slowly allowing each of them an extended look at her generous breasts in her pastel blue bra.
That settled the first of the potential hurdles in the game. Female unity required that each of the women would at least play until they were all in their bras.
By the ninth round, Sally and Margo had joined Sally in their bras and Chuck was the second guy to lose his shirt.
Round ten established the next level of the women’s commitment to the game when Dennis’ ace won him the privilege of removing Sally’s skirt. Sally stood patiently while Dennis undid the button and lowered the short zipper on the left side of her skirt. She seemed unfazed as he pulled her skirt down over her hips and cheeks and let it fall to the floor around her ankles. She lifted her legs one at a time to allow him to remove her skirt and lingered in front of him in her translucent white bikini panties to ensure his view and then turned around slowly for the benefit of the other players. Her performance overshadowed the anticlimactic effect of DeDe removing Chuck’s t-shirt.
Chuck established the men’s commitment to the game in round eleven as DeDe removed his trousers. Chuck turned around without embarrassment in his tented Calvin Klein’s. Dennis removing Margo’s skirt almost went unnoticed.
Round twelve established yet another milestone when Sally drew a losing three and committed her to allowing Mark, her husband, to remove her bra. “Could we take a short break?” she asked.
Everyone thought that was a good idea. The men replenished their beers while the women huddled in the downstairs powder room. When they returned, they sat in their original positions, a joint decision apparently made. Margo asked, “Mark, are you comfortable removing your wife’s bra?”
“It’s not something I expected to do,” Mark admitted.
“Would you be okay if one of the other men did it for you?” asked Margo.
“I would,” Mark agreed. “Actually, I might find it quite stimulating.”
“Chuck,” asked Margo. “Your queen was the second highest card. Are you up to the task?”
“I’m already up,” commented Chuck. “As to removing Sally’s bra, I think I can manage it.”
“Okay with you Sally?” asked Margo.
“More than okay,” agreed Sally and she stood up in the center of the circle. Hers was the penultimate decision. She was okay with revealing her breasts but she hoped that she wouldn’t be first to make the final decision.
Chuck stood in front of her. No one blinked, not willing to miss a single second of what was about to happen. Sally turned around. Chuck deftly unhooked the pair of clasps on her bra and she turned around to face him again. Sally held her bra in place with her hands under the cups as Chuck tugged the shoulder straps down. He then took her bra as the sides of her breasts. Sally lowered her hands and took a deep breath. Chuck took his own deep breath and removed her bra.
Chuck’s exhalation startled everyone. Sally’s laugh broke the tension. She fluffed her breasts and turned around slowly for everyone’s benefit. When they sat down, they were replaced by Dennis and DeDe who removed his trousers.
Lucky round thirteen was another landmark. DeDe lost her skirt to Mark but it was Margo’s task to remove Chuck’s briefs that had everyone’s attention. The women were relieved that it wasn’t one of them facing imminent full Monty exposure and Mark and Dennis were relieved that is wasn’t them. The women were also breathlessly expectant at the prospect of checking out a new set of male genitalia. Even DeDe, who was intimately familiar with what Margo was soon to unveil, was damp at the prospect of the other women seeing her husband naked.
Margo wasted no time when Chuck stood in front of her. She grabbed the sides of his briefs and pulled them firmly and quickly down his legs. His erection sprung free as his briefs moved down and bounced freely between Margo’s face and his hips. Margo resisted the urge to suck it to submission. It was too soon. She wanted the men to make the decision and the first move.
The results of round fourteen prompted a conversation. DeDe lost her bra to Mark but Chuck had continued to play and he lost again. The problem was, he had nothing to lose.
Now what?” asked Margo who was holding the high card for the women.
“The description I read handled this situation,” said Sally. “A naked player who loses again has to do a dare and the individual of the opposite sex with the high card proposes the dare.
Everybody considered the ramifications of a dare. Chuck was naked and the rest of them were nearly naked. Nobody expected Margo to make Chuck sit on his haunches and bark like a dog. Something more erotic was clearly a possibility.
Margo stood in front of Chuck. “Kiss me,” she said.
“Wha …” responded Chuck.
“I dare you to kiss me,” repeated Margo. She tilted her head and waited.
Chuck stepped forward, put an arm around her waist and kissed her. Margo melted into Chuck’s arms and kissed him back. Chuck’s hand moved up Margo’s body until he was palming her breast.
When the kiss ended, Chuck’s hand fell and they stepped back from each other. Breathlessly, Margo said, “Dare complete. However, I don’t remember daring you to squeeze my tit.”
“Sorry,” mumbled Chuck. “It’s a reflex. I didn’t plan to feel you up.”
“Forgiven,” said Margo. “It was fine. It actually made the kiss better.”
Back in the circle, the atmosphere was electric. “Do we keep on playing?” asked Sally.
Mark did a quick calculation. There were nine articles of clothing still clinging to bodies ranging from one each on Sally, DeDe and Dennis, two on Margo and he still had four. He was definitely in favor of continuing. “Stopping now would be unfair to all of us,” he stated. “Unfair to Chuck since he’s the only one naked, unfair to the women who want to see Dennis and me naked and unfair to us men who want to see all you women naked. And,” he continued. “I’d keep playing just to find out what kind of dares you ladies might concoct.”
“I’m okay with continuing,” admitted DeDe who had just witnessed her husband kissing and fondling one of her best friends.
“Then, without exception, we keep on playing,” concluded Sally.
They all drew a card and Dennis was glad they decided to keep playing. His queen gifted him the task of removing something from DeDe and there was only one choice, her panties. After Sally removed Mark’s t-shirt, DeDe and Dennis stood in front of each other. It was an important moment. DeDe was about to be the first of the women to reveal her pussy and the tension was enormous. Ignoring the wet spot on the gusset of her panties, “Ready?” Dennis asked.
“Ready,” DeDe confirmed.
DeDe lifted her arms. Dennis leaned in and put his hands on her hips, his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and his face just inches from her breasts. He looked up. He wanted to watch her face. Her smile was framed between her breasts. Without pause, he pushed down DeDe’s panties. He pushed as second time freeing her panties from her labia. She wiggled and her panties fell to the floor where she kicked them aside.
Chuck looked closely at his revelation and breathed the musky aroma. He stood up. “Thank you,” he said.
“Thank you,” repeated DeDe. She twirled around and she sat down unconcerned about the carpet beneath her.
The next round exposed Sally after Mark removed her panties and Chuck lost again and Margo held the high card again. “Kiss me,” she directed, “and fondling my breasts is included.”
Chuck knew exactly what to do. Mark and Dennis were beginning to have regrets that they hadn’t lost earlier.
They drew cards again and added a new dimension to the party. A naked DeDe lost again and Dennis’ jack gave him the right to dare her. On the other side, Margo was poised to dare Chuck again. Dennis looked at Chuck. Chuck nodded and seemed to give him permission to propose a risky dare. He looked at Margo and got a similar vibe. Collecting his courage, he said, “I dare you to remove my underwear and kiss what you find there.”
The intense silence was broken by scattered comments like, “Damn,” “Fuck,” and “Oh my.”
DeDe looked at her husband. Chuck just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. She looked at Margo and Margo blew her a kiss. She marshaled her courage, knelt and pulled off Dennis’ underwear. His erection bobbed in front of her. She held it steady with one hand and kissed the head. She resisted the urge to suck it into her mouth and, instead, kissed it a second time before letting go and standing up.
The room expelled a combined gasp.
Margo didn’t pause. “I dare you to kiss my breasts,” she ordered Chuck. Chuck was liking this game more and more. He held Margo at arm’s length and kissed her right nipple. His sucking became intense and she moved his face to her other breast. Reluctantly, she pushed his head back, they exchanged glances and sat down.
The atmosphere was overcharged. Fantasy, urges and desire were combining in predictable ways. They decided they needed another break.
During the break, DeDe called home and told the babysitter that they had been delayed and would appreciate it if she could stay with the kids longer. She offered overtime and the teenager quickly agreed.
Sally and Mark’s kids were weekending with Sally’s sister who had kids of a similar age and Margo and Dennis had dropped their kids off with their grandparents who were, undoubtedly spoiling them.
Back in the circle in the living room, DeDe asked, “Do we keep playing?”
“I don’t think so,” answered Margo. She stood up and stripped off her bra and panties. “Damn, that feels good,” she exclaimed and sat down.
Sally looked at Mark. “What?” he wanted to know.
“Just lose the rest of those clothes,” demanded Sally, a request he found agreeable.
With everyone naked, DeDe asked, “Okay. Now what?”
“First everyone take a card,” suggested Sally.
Everyone took a card. “Okay,” said Sally. “Margo, you’re paired with Mark. DeDe you’ve got Dennis and I’m with Chuck.”
That’s nice,” commented DeDe, “but what’s does that mean?”
“Have you ever played ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven?'” asked Sally.
“Can’t say I have,” answered DeDe. “How do you play?”
“How you play is up to you,” said Sally. “It’s where you play that’s interesting. Each pair gets to spend seven minutes alone in a room.”
“What do they do in the room?” asked DeDe.
“Whatever they want,” Sally told her.
“That sounds dangerous if we’re naked,” observed DeDe.
“Danger?” questioned Sally. “I prefer to think of it as opportunity.”
Without comment, Mark stood up and offered Margo his hand. He led her from the room in the direction of a bedroom. Dennis grabbed the opportunity, stood up, took DeDe’s hand and they followed Mark and Margo.
“I guess that leaves us the living room,” said Sally to Chuck.
“Okay,” said Chuck. “I’m game. What do you want to do with our seven minutes?”
“Chuck,” started Sally. “We’ve already got the hardest part done. All we have to do it consummate our relationship. And,” she continued, “in case you didn’t notice, nobody is keeping time.”
“And by consummate, you mean … what I think you mean?” questioned Chuck.
“I do,” committed Sally.
“Here?” asked Chuck.
“Right here, right now, right there,” insisted Sally pointing to the sofa and holding out her arms.
Chuck took a step in Sally’s direction. Sally sat and separated her legs. Chuck’s erection was ready before he was. Sally noticed and spread her legs further. Chuck stopped short.
“What’s the matter?” asked Sally.
“You really want to do this?” he asked.
“You don’t?” Sally asked.
“There are more than just us to be considered,” mentioned Chuck.
“From where I’m lying, my husband, Mark, has already made his decision and, as you obviously noticed, your wife, DeDe, has apparently made hers,” responded Sally.
“You think they’re planning to have sex with Margo and Dennis?” Chuck asked.
“Not planning,” insisted Sally. “Already doing.”
“Oh,” commented Chuck.
“Come here baby,” said Sally. “I have a long list of things I want to do with you but we’re going to start with a good old-fashioned fuck.”
An uncertain Chuck moved closer to Sally, between her legs. When his erection touched the space between her labia, she grabbed his waist and pulled him toward and into her. “Whoa,” she cried.
“Oooh,” he mumbled between gasps.
“Push into me and stay there,” requested Sally.
Chuck did as instructed. “Stay right there,” insisted Sally. “Don’t move. I want to fully experience this moment.”
Chuck did as Sally asked, soaking in her internal juices. Even without movement, his body was involuntarily reacting to being inside her. There was no way he wasn’t going to have an enormous premature ejaculation.
Sally shifted her hips and Chuck erupted. “God damn, that feels good,” exclaimed Sally.
“I’m sorry,” said Chuck. “I couldn’t help it. You felt so good around me.”
“Chuck,” soothed Sally. “No reason to be sorry. I felt the same thing. I almost had an orgasm of my own. You just beat me to it. Now, I wonder if you could manage to find a way to help me catch up to you.”
Chuck wondered what Sally meant. His problem was solved when she pushed him back, shifted her hips and pulled his face between her legs. He was surprised but quick to respond. When he ran his tongue around her clitoris and sucked it between his lips, Sally erupted, flowing ejaculate over his chin. He shifted to catch what he could with his tongue. He forced his tongue into her vagina chasing the fluids and Sally orgasmed a second time, supplying his tongue and mouth with more sustenance.
A few minutes later Sally and Chuck were sitting next to each other on the sofa. “I think we’re even about premature reactions,” commented Sally.
“It’s fine,” said Chuck. “I love it. You taste incredible.”
A slightly embarrassed Sally responded. “I’ve never had anyone comment about how I taste before,” she said. “Anyway, it was a mixture of both of us.”
“I hadn’t considered that,” admitted Chuck. “It still tasted good.”
“Noted,” said Sally. “Now I’m going to find out how you taste undiluted,” she asserted.
“How?” said Chuck.
“Don’t be so obtuse,” said Sally. “I’m going to suck your cock until you cum in my mouth. “Do you object to that?”
“I’d be an idiot to object,” admitted Chuck.
Sally laughed and pushed him back on the sofa. She pushed his legs apart and settled her mouth on his penis. Chuck’s cock responded quickly, a theme of the evening. Sally worked her hand and mouth in concert until Chuck was squirming and straining to prolong the exquisite agony of an impending orgasm.
Sally took a short break. “Just let it go,” she said. “We haven’t got all night but we do have more opportunities.”
She returned to provoking Chuck’s erection. Fifteen seconds later, her efforts were rewarded and she ingested Chuck’s semen. She crawled up Chuck’s chest, licked her lips and kissed him. “You taste wonderful,” she said. “I need to feed on you more. Lot’s more.”
“You think this is going to be and ongoing thing?” asked Chuck.
“If Margo and DeDe are having as much fun as I am, it is,” she guessed, knowing more than Chuck. “And,” she added, “I don’t think it’s just you and me.”
“What does that mean?” asked Chuck.
“It means that I think that you’re also going to spend quality time with Margo,” Sally told him.
Chuck seemed to think for a moment. “You’re saying the three of us guys, Mark, Dennis and me, are going to share the three of you gals,” he surmised.
“That’s an excellent summation,” agreed Sally.
“When is this going to happen?” asked Chuck.
“The night’s still young,” observed Sally. “You and Margo may have your own seven minutes together tonight.” She concluded.
Chuck thought some more. “And this could be a regular thing, whenever the six of us get together?” he asked.
“Probably,” confirmed Sally. “But, if I get to vote, I’d push for frequent random, one on one liaisons.”
“Sounds like cheating,” suggested Chuck.
“No cheating, no guilt and no secrets,” said Sally. Everyone would know and everyone would participate. Just not necessarily as a group.”
“You mean if I wanted to …ah … be with you on a Thursday afternoon, I could if I had DeDe’s approval?”
“Not her approval, just her knowledge,” clarified Sally.
“She’d know but she wouldn’t object?” Chuck asked somewhat incredulously.
“Why would she if she’s fucking Dennis or Mark on Wednesday?” responded Sally.
“Oh,” commented Chuck.
Chuck and Sally were sitting on the sofa together when Margo stuck her head around the corner at the top of the stairway. “Are you guys decent?” she asked.
Sally laughed and responded. “We’re not decent but we are taking a break. How about you guys?”
“We’ll be down in a minute. I have to alert Dennis and DeDe and we’ll be right down.
While they waited, Chuck apologized again. “Sally, I sorry things ended so quickly at first.”
“Don’t be. I’m not. We’ll have lots more opportunity to make it right and I definitely have something to look forward to.”
“I was hoping to make it right tonight,” Chuck said.
“It’s fine. We made lemonade tonight. Best lemonade ever. Nothing wrong with that,” Sally commented.
Ten minutes later, they were all sitting around the living room with glasses of water in hand. Hairdos were askew, makeup smeared and Mark had an ominous red stain on his penis. “That was fun,” declared Margo. “Seven minutes is the best party game I’ve ever played,” she observed.
There were nods all around.
“Did you like it enough to play again?” asked Sally.
“I’d love to,” responded Margo.
“Tonight?” asked Sally.
“I’m game,” said Margo.
“How about the rest of you?” asked Sally.
DeDe checked the time. “I may have to call the babysitter and ask her to spend the night,” she said.
“Then I think we should play seven minutes, round two,” Sally said.
“Do we draw cards again?” asked Margo.
“Not necessary,” answered Sally. “There’s only three remaining pairings.”
Margo stood up, took Chuck’s hand and led him toward the stairs. Sally quickly grabbed Dennis and followed. “Sorry dear,” she said to Mark. “This time you and DeDe get the sofa.”
Upstairs, Margo led Chuck to the guest bedroom. She had spent the last hours with Mark in the master bedroom and knew the mess that was in there. She preferred to take her chances with the other bedroom.
In the bedroom, Chuck commented, “I can’t believe this.”
“You still have doubts about what’s happening?” Margo asked.
“Not about what,” he commented. “Just that it’s happening at all,” he replied.
“You don’t like it?” Margo asked.
“I love it,” Chuck said. “I can’t believe I get to have sex with two other beautiful women and DeDe is agreeing,” he said.
“Don’t forget, DeDe’s having sex with two other men at the same time,” reminded Margo.
“I know,” he said. “And that is the part that surprises me. Knowing she’s fucking someone else is arousing. It makes sex with you and Sally even more intense.”
“You evidently know about sex with Sally but you and I haven’t fucked yet. How do you know it will be intense?
Chuck pointed to his erection. “He knows,” he said.
“How about with DeDe?” Margo asked.
“Margo,” said Chuck. “I don’t think this is the last round of seven minutes I’ll be playing tonight and I think round three will be the most intense.”
Margo laughed. “It can’t get better than that,” she commented
She took his erection in one hand. “What surprises do you have in store for me tonight?” she asked.
In response, Chuck stepped forward, kissed Margo and palmed her breast. Margo put one arm around Chuck’s neck, pulled him closer, returned his kiss with dividends and squeezed his erection. She backed against the bed and fell on it. Chuck fell on top of her.
“Fuck,” exclaimed Margo.
“What?” asked a concerned Chuck.
“That spot is cold,” explained Margo.
“Need to move?” Chuck asked.
“Too late for that. Anyway, it’s warming up.”
She spread her legs and pulled Chuck’s erection close. “Fuck me,” she said.
Chuck didn’t need another invitation. His conversation and experience with Sally had him prepared for almost anything. He only hoped that fucking Margo for the first time wouldn’t end with the same precipitous result.
He shouldn’t have been concerned. He slid into Margo with ease, she wrapped her legs around his waist and gyrated beneath him as best she could with his weight on her. Sally had prepared him well. He was in it for the long haul. He leaned forward, kissed Margo again and gyrated himself against her.
They fucked for a long time in almost every position imaginable. Chuck was positive that Margo had cum more than once but he was still in the embryonic phase of arousal. When Margo got on her knees, put her head and shoulders on a pillow and raised her ass high in front of him, he set out to increase the intensity as far as he could. Margo was squeezing his erection with her pelvic muscles. Movement inside her was difficult and was having the desired effect. Every push into her, sent tiny ripples through his erection that settled in his prostate. He was amazed at how long she could hold the pressure before taking a short break to rest and try again.
Eventually, Margo won, if you don’t count her four orgasms. Chuck pumped a half dozen pulses of semen deep into her.
A short time later, they cleaned up and returned to the living room. Everyone else was already there. They got glasses of water and joined the others.
“Well,” said Sally, “looks like everyone survived.”
“Everyone nodded.
“Does anybody have any suggestions for the rest of the evening?” Sally asked.
“I still have one more seven-minute stint to complete,” said Margo. “But I think that’s better handled at home.”
Everyone agreed, found enough of their clothing to be socially acceptable and legal and said their goodbyes. Sally and Mark waved to them, naked, from their front door as they left.
When Chuck and DeDe got home, the kids were asleep and the babysitter was crashed on the sofa. DeDe covered her with a blanket and met Chuck in their bedroom. “Got seven minutes?” he asked.
“If I last that long,” responded DeDe.
They lasted much longer than seven minutes. Chuck was accurate. It was the most intense seven minutes of the evening. DeDe was impressed and fell asleep smiling and hoping she wouldn’t be too sore in the morning.
Late Sunday morning, DeDe got a phone call from Sally. When they were finished talking, she made another phone call and went looking for Chuck. She found him in the den with his feet up and preparing to watch sports of the television. “Chuck,” she said. “Sally wants you to help her with a couple of things around her house. Can you go over there and help her?”
“That sounds like something Mark should do?” Chuck observed.
“Mark is playing golf,” said DeDe. “Sally said it should only take seven minutes.”
“Whoa,” said Chuck. “You’re telling me Sally wants to have sex with me while Chuck is out of the house?”
“I think that’s correct,” said DeDe.
“And you’re okay with that?” Chuck asked.
“Why shouldn’t I be,” said DeDe. “Sally’s a good friend. You know her well. Why shouldn’t we help her if she wants it?”
“And what will you do while I’m having sex with Sally?” asked Chuck.
“Margo says that Dennis can spare seven minutes today,” informed DeDe.
“Damn,” said Chuck. “It almost seems that the three of you women have this all worked out.”
DeDe merely smiled.
“Wait, you do have it all worked out, don’t you?” realized Chuck. “You gals get together almost every afternoon for coffee and you’ve managed everything, even the parties over the last several weeks.”
“Is that a problem for you?” asked DeDe.
“Only that I feel used somehow,” explained Chuck.
“That wasn’t our intent,” stated DeDe.
“Sit down and tell me what your intent was,” said Chuck.
DeDe sat. “We just wanted to spice up our relationships a little,” she told him.
“Spice up your relationships?” Chuck repeated. “Just what does that mean?”
“We thought that sex with our husbands was losing its magic. It just wasn’t as frequent or as powerful as it used to be,” explained DeDe.
“Are you dissatisfied?” asked Chuck.
“Not at all. I love you. I know it changes as we get older. We’re not as spry or flexible as we used to be. We just wanted to be as good as it could possibility be,” explained DeDe. “We realized we were seeking variation. Variation that led to more intimacy.”
“That doesn’t seem like to much to ask,” said Chuck. “What led you to swapping husbands as a solution?”
“We’re not swapping husbands, we’re sharing them,” insisted DeDe.
“A distinction without a difference it seems to me,” observed Chuck.
“A huge difference,” defended DeDe. “Swapping is two couples getting together and exchanging partners. Sharing is just that. We share our spouses. It’s more flexible. We’re not necessarily all involved at the same time.”
“Okay,” agreed Chuck. “I think I get that. Tell me how you decided on sharing spouses. There must have been other options.”
“There was,” admitted DeDe. “We quickly eliminated cheating. Too many secrets, too much guilt and only half of us benefited. We also didn’t think much of group sex, orgies or one-night stands. We felt we all had someone important to us and sharing our husbands would have the benefit of variety that would increase all our sexual experiences, especially at home.”
“So, the three of you conspired to make it happen,” Chuck stated.
“We didn’t expect things to evolve the way they did,” equivocated DeDe.
“How did you think things would evolve?” asked Chuck.
“We were agreed but we didn’t want to just spring it on you,” DeDe explained.
“Really? What other possibility was there?”
“We wanted you to think it was your idea,” said DeDe.
“And that way you, Margo, Sally and you, could just go along. No responsibility. Just willing participants in something your husbands wanted to do,” asserted Chuck.
“You make is sound unsavory,” DeDe asserted.
“It is,” reaffirmed Chuck.
“What are you going to do about it?” asked a concerned DeDe.
“Nothing,” said Chuck. “If you had just asked, I might have gone along with it. It might have taken some convincing but I think I’d get on board.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I might have,” agreed Chuck. “After thinking about it, I agree with your analysis and your solution, if not with the approach. Otherwise, it’s a reasonable reaction to a reasonable concern.”
DeDe jumped in Chuck’s lap and kissed him. “You had me worried,” she said.
“Not my intention,” commented Chuck. “It’s funny how that can happen.”
“I get it,” admitted DeDe. “Only straight talk and honesty from now on.”
“Great,” said Chuck. He kissed his wife and palmed her breast. “What time does Sally expect me?”
DeDe pressed her hand against Chuck’s hand on her breast. “Mark leaves for golf about eleven,” she said.
Mark looked at his watch. “Do we have seven minutes?” he asked.
“If we don’t linger and you take a shower before going to Sally’s,” DeDe confirmed.
An hour and a shower later, Chuck kissed DeDe and left for Sally’s house. He passed Mark leaving for the golf club and they waved at each other. Sally was waiting for him. She opened the door before he could ring the bell. She was barefoot, her hair was down and she was wearing a loosely tied terry robe.
Sally hugged him before he could kick the door closed and kissed him. “Thank you for helping me,” she said.
“Glad I could be of help,” replied Chuck. “Do you have something specific in mind?” he asked.
“I do,” Sally replied. “I want to repeat what we did Friday night.”
“Not my finest moment,” responded Chuck.
“Mine either, but until now, it was all we had. Come with me.”
Sally turned and headed for the stairs. Along the way she lost the robe. Chuck followed her, closely watching the cheeks of her ass move as she walked upstairs. Sally led him to the master bedroom. By the time they got there, he was bedroom ready.
“Here?” questioned Chuck.
“This is the best place,” said Sally.
“But,” questioned Chuck, “Mark and you …”
“We do, and now so will we,” Sally asserted.
She rubbed his erection through his trousers. “This is perfect,” she commented. “Do you need help getting those clothes off?”
“No,” Chuck said. “I’m pretty good at getting them off myself.”
“Well get started then,” Sally ordered as she pulled down the covers and crawled onto the bed.
She watched Chuck undress and patted the bed next to her. Chuck understood and crawled up alongside her. Sally wasted no time. She slid on top of him and kissed him. “Ready?” she asked.
“I am,” said Chuck although he was ambivalent about the result.
Sally rolled on her back and spread her legs. Chuck positioned himself between her legs and rubbed the tip of his erection between her labia several times.
“No time to procrastinate. Just do it,” she insisted.
He slid into her and immediately felt the same stimulation as Friday night. He managed to contain the feelings for about thirty seconds before he was certain he was about to lose control. “Sally,” he moaned.
“I’m there too,” said Sally. “Fuck,” she yelled as she climaxed. Chuck followed with his own orgasm while she was still shaking.
They lay alongside each other. “Why does that happen?” asked Chuck.
“It happens because it’s such a wonderful feeling,” answered Sally. “The question is, ‘Why does it happen so quickly.’
“However,” she continued. “This is what I wanted to confirm.
She took his erection in his hand. “This is what I thought. You haven’t lost your erection. It was the same Friday night.”
“What does that mean?” asked Chuck.
“It means that, in spite of our mutual orgasms, we aren’t finished.”
“Not finished?”
“Yep. Not finished,” she repeated. She rolled on her back and spread her legs again. “So, get that big, beautiful cock back inside me.”
Chuck did as Sally requested and the tingling began again.
“This time,” explained Sally. “Don’t stop when you have your orgasm. Neither will I. It won’t be easy but no matter what, don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop?”
“Don’t stop. No matter how much it stimulates you, no matter how much it hurts, push through. Don’t stop. Scream if you have to but don’t stop,” Sally insisted.
Chuck put his mind to the task and began moving intently within her. He felt Sally pushing forward with him. His impending orgasm grew like a monster within him. He bit his lip and pushed on. His orgasm overwhelmed him. He screamed and he heard Sally screaming beneath him.
Suddenly, the pressure, stress and strain evaporated. It was like moving from a tornado to a gentle breeze, hot lava to cool spring water or the eye of a hurricane. One second, he was blinded by burning red lights behind his tightly closed eyes and then surrounded by a field of spring wildflowers of bright hues and colors. His whole body shed the tension and he relaxed into a warm, loving nest within Sally. He could feel Sally soften beneath him and accept his presence inside her and encourage him to please both of them.
“Damn,” voiced Chuck.
“Incredible, isn’t it?” said Sally.
Together, they rode the incredible, emotionally stunning, sexual connection to mutually powerful orgasms. They lay together, gasping for breath and holding each other, unwilling to separate. Eventually, Chuck softened and slipped out of her. Still unwilling to part, Sally kissed him, tenderly, without ferocity. Just a simple, everything’s wonderful, kiss.
“Damn,” echoed Chuck.
“Damn straight,” expanded Sally and she kissed him again.
“Where do we go from here?” asked Chuck.
“Back to our spouses with a new understanding of the incredible power of sex,” pronounced Sally.
“And us?” asked Chuck.
“We have an agreement,” reminded Sally. “We all have an agreement. We share, we learn and we enhance our relationships with our spouses. To me, that means we have multiple significant others in our lives and there’s no barrier, no limit to us spending time together and enhance our relationship at the same time.”
“When Mark’s playing golf?”
“Not only then. We we’re all together. When we’re alone. When you’re not with DeDe or Margo and when I’m not with Mark or Dennis. But, not just for more sex. Better sex. That’s the objective. Better sex for all six of us.”
They spent a tender half hour together and, after another quick pair of orgasms, dressed and Chuck headed home. On the way, he called DeDe to insure that Dennis had left before he got there.
Over the next several years, the three couples learned that their relationships weren’t unusual. Marriage rates had declined but sexual relationships had increased. Relationships, sex and family were no longer defined by marriage and no longer confined to couples.
That suited them just fine. Society accepted and endorsed their multiple partner relationship and that allowed them to relax their concerns about maintaining the secrecy of their arrangement. They could discuss their arrangement with others with similar arrangements. That led to occasional, but not frequent, exchanges between them and other groups.
The screams and orgasms have continued into their retirements.