Opposite us, the young woman turned apologetically to the man she had been fellating. She quickly took him back into her mouth, and he stretched a hand down her stomach and through her pubic hair. Finding her clitoris, he began circular movements. She gasped and just cried: “Yes, yes!”
He was pretty excited himself by this time, and suddenly arched his back and thrust into her mouth. However, he continued stroking her clitoris. They both began to pant and cry out rhythmically as their orgasms approached. Peeking over Mary’s shoulder, I saw that our neighbour was doing the same. Mary’s technique can keep a guy hovering on the edge for some time, resulting in a spectacular orgasm when it finally arrives. He appeared to be reaching that point, still gazing at the scene opposite. With a final triumphant cry the young man and her companion launched into their orgasms, cries of ecstasy echoing around the garden. Next to us, I saw that the husband had finally reached the point. He raised his hips, and a powerful spurt of come jetted upwards, followed by another and another. Most of it seemed to land on his own chest, which probably suited Mary well enough! The couple opposite had subsided now.
“Thank you for that,” she said. “That was very considerate.”
He just chuckled. “Give two, get two. It’s only fair. Actually, I was afraid you were going to stop.”
“Oh, I’d hate to leave anyone hanging. That would be prick teasing in the extreme. I like to finish what I start.”
At this point Miles approached us. He had a towelling dressing gown on, which was soaking up the water on his body.
“I see you’ve lost no time getting into the swing of things,” he said. “I’m so glad you’ve joined us. But carry on, the night is yet young.”
We exchanged a couple of pleasantries, and Mary suggested we split up and see if anything — or anyone — took our fancy. That seemed to be what the whole evening was about, so I wandered out of the garden and into the very large conservatory at the back of the house. I noticed in passing that the side gate was now firmly bolted. Just as well.
The conservatory must have been about 20 feet by 12. Its floor was fully carpeted, and most of the floor area was covered in mattresses. Each mattress had a fitted sheet, over some sort of mattress topper. I saw now why each of us had been asked to pay a small contribution: there was going to be quite a laundry bill if the evening went well! It was certainly going very well for two naked couples, one at each end of the conservatory. One couple was having sex gently and quietly in the missionary position, whilst in the other case the woman was on top and riding the man enthusiastically, cowgirl style. His hands were on her breasts, gently stroking the nipples. She was panting loudly, eyes closed, her hips moving forwards and backwards as she ground herself against him. As I watched, she leaned forward and cried out several times, her rhythm completely broken. She lowered her head, and opened her eyes, smiling happily. Then she took hold of his forearms and lowered them to her hips, starting to move again. She may have had a great orgasm, but she wasn’t finished yet! I left them to it and wandered through another door into the kitchen.
There were several couples standing around in their dressing gowns, and helping themselves to drinks. They seemed quite oblivious of the scenes in the conservatory. I supposed they were used to it, if they were regular attenders. We had brought a bottle of wine with us, and I poured myself a glass.
“What do you think of it so far?” said a voice to my left. I turned to see a blonde woman who looked a few years older than me. She was quite short, with a plump figure and deep blue eyes. She was wearing a blue towelling dressing gown. In fact, most people’s dressing gowns appeared to be towelling, as if they needed to dry off sometimes.
“Interesting,” I said. “We’re new to this, so I’m just trying to get the full picture of what’s going on.”
She laughed. “I should have thought that was obvious. You’re the new couple, aren’t you?”
I’d have thought that was obvious too, but it seemed rude to say so. I was taking in a full impression of her, and thinking that she looked like a very attractive prospect. I’ve always had a fancy for the fuller figure, and she was very shapely, as far as I could tell with that dressing gown on. For the first time that evening, I began to speculate on what someone might be like with their dressing gown off. We introduced ourselves and she told me her name was Sheila. We chatted for a few minutes, and then she nodded towards a couple who had just come in by another door.