The aroma of fresh coffee tempted me to rise from my in-laws bed. I lay back and stared at my wife recalling the lewd frenzy we’d enjoyed during the night. Julie sat on the edge of the bed looking though the window. She was thinking and choosing her words.
She suddenly got up and stretched in front of the mirror and tossed her hair from side to side. Her fingers smoothed the tousled hair and then caressed the soft skin on her throat while she toyed with the strange velvet bowtie that was still around her neck. With a deft move of her fingers it was loose and she set it aside on the dresser. She then turned on the TV to the local news and poured us coffee. I watched her every move waiting for an explanation how she had ended up in her parents’ bed. She smiled to herself and handed me a plate of fruit slices that her mother had brought to us.
Sipping coffee and eating breakfast with the news droning away added something normal to a very strange morning. At any other time this would have been a perfect morning for us. We often enjoyed lounging about naked and having breakfast in bed.
As I looked around the room, the rubber dildo mocked me from its perch on the dresser. It seemed to scream at me in lewd defiance as a reminder of last night. The coffee sharpened my senses and chased the fog of last nights’ drink from my head as we ate breakfast in silence. Somewhere outside a car pulled way from the house.
Julie finished eating a pear, turned, and faced me. “Ok Mike, I expect you have a million questions. I’ll answer them if you promise we can be open and honest. We’ve never asked each other about former lovers. We both know we had others then, and we both know we’ve had others now. We’re not going to start making accusations. ”
Nodding at her in agreement I set down my coffee. We were in this together. It really didn’t matter at this point who started it. We had both enjoyed the incestuous romp the previous night.
She got up and stretched her supple body in a luxurious pose. “I am going for a swim before doing another thing. Come join me and we’ll talk by the pool.” With that she bounded out the bedroom door. Her naked body disappeared into the hallway as I sipped more coffee.
The sound of a splash in the pool brought me to my feet. The sight of her naked body gliding under the water was framed perfectly by the bedroom window. Her athletic grace and beauty was so fluid. For one anxious minute I considered finding my swimsuit before joining her and then laughed to myself while walking down the stairs, “Fuck it anyhow. I don’t think her parents would be pissed having us skinny dip in their pool.”
The dive into the water shocked me awake like no coffee ever could. The water washed over me and set me at ease as I floated and swam a few laps. I eyed Julie as she passed by, then and gave chase in a playful pursuit. We splashed and frolicked in the water and enjoyed the sunshine on our naked bodies. I was seeing her through new eyes this morning.
After a few minutes she couldn’t stand my silent stares any longer. “Alright Mike, I can’t stand the sight of you starring at me like a boy peeking at his naked sister when she’s changing clothes. Let’s have that talk.”
She climbed out of the pool and toweled off in the sun. She sat on a lounge chair and ran a comb through her hair and made no effort to get dressed.
I thought to myself, “when in Rome….” and climbed out of the water and sat beside her on another lounge chair.
She took a deep breath and looked at me calmly. “I wanted to tell you for so long, but there was never a right time, and even if there was, I didn’t know how you’d react. If you are looking for someone to blame, you are looking at her now. I didn’t know what I was doing the first time, or the second, or third or fourth time it happened. Each and every time after that was my willful choice, and I enjoyed them all.”
I listened and nodded. “Go ahead, keep talking Julie. I want to hear it all. Tell me about those first few times. How did they happen?”
“We’ll get to that in a minute. You know how you always admired my confidence and sense of adventure? Daddy gave me most of that spirit. He was the one telling me it was ok to dive off the high platform when I was younger. He was the one telling me to ski fast and take chances. He told me to think for myself and ask questions; to push forward with my own ideas. I always did just that.
During my last year of school I was tired of Europe, and wanted to get away and attend classes in the states. I found a program that let me finish classes here. Daddy and mom helped me chase that dream.
While I was here at school I met a guy named Brian. We thought we were in love but it was just our twenty year old hormones screaming at us to have more sex. Anyway, I was free and on my own and we moved in together after dating a couple months.
He was the first guy that I really explored sex with. It wasn’t the puppy love of the teen years or the intense passion that a first love leaves with you. I’d been through all of those and had a few other guys that were fun dates. Brian and I connected sexually and we both wanted to explore the erotic pleasures.
We’d been living together and had tried everything two people could do. That wasn’t enough for either one of us. We wanted more new pleasures.
One Friday night we got dressed up and went to a party that was rumored to be wild. I wore a leather mini skirt and high heeled boots with a silk blouse and no bra. I didn’t wear any panties that night either. Brian was practically drooling and begging for sex before we ever got to the party. I wasn’t sure what to expect when we arrived at the house, but I had that sense of confidence and could handle anything.
It was a typical party thrown by a guy who was used to spending his dad’s money. A lot of people were there trying to pick up someone. There was a lot of booze, some drugs, and more pick-up lines than a singles bar.
Several of the guys noticed I wasn’t wearing panties and my leather mini didn’t do a good job of covering things when I sat down. It gave me a thrill to tease them and Brian was getting off knowing they were watching me. That constant arousal for several hours was delightful and Brian was growling in my ear begging for sex like a puppy dog.
I had almost expected some kind of orgy scene to break out the way Brian had described these wild parties, but as the night continued it seemed the only sex happening at this party was after the pick-up lines worked and the new couples left for their own place.
My flashing fun had even started to grow old and we both wanted another thrill. I had an impulse to give him a blow job right there on the sofa and shake things up at this so-called wild party. Modesty prevailed and I decided against it.
We noticed people coming and going from the upstairs hallways and bedrooms and went to see what the attraction was upstairs. The first room had several people dirty dancing to CD’s in the dark. We joined in for a while and got worked up grinding and rubbing each other until we couldn’t stand it any more. We went down the hall and found an empty bedroom. The door was open and we went inside. A large brass bed filled one wall. The bed was rumpled and I told Brian he’d been a good boy and could have his reward now.
I unzipped my mini skirt and let it fall to the floor. My nipples poked through the silk blouse and I stood there with legs spread. The door was still open when I leaned forward and gripped the brass footboard and told him to fuck me right there and now! He didn’t hesitate.
He had some of his own teasing in mind and he kneeled behind me. His nose was pressed up my ass and he tongue fucked my pussy and teased my clit until I was panting and begging him to fuck me. I gripped that bed tighter and lost control as he fucked me from behind. I was so hot and turned on it could have been Brian or ten other guys jamming their cocks in me. I didn’t care.
As we fucked another couple came in and watched us before they climbed on the bed and began their own fucking. The woman was on top straddling her lover and they faced away from us. It was such a thrill watching his cock plunge in and out of her wet snatch. It was way beyond anything either one of us had done before. We both loved it!” That night changed me in a lot of ways and was a turning point.
After that night we started talking about having sex with other people. We began planning our fantasy sex adventures as we lay in bed. The fantasy was the easy part for us. Finding the people that could fulfill the fantasy was a lot harder.
It’s strange how a couple can find a third partner for a 3-way affair much easier than they can find another couple for a couple swapping fun. One of the four always has objections about one of the others in a 4-some.
Finding another guy to enjoy a MFM 3-way with was easy. Brian had several friends that interested me. We explored that passion several times before he suggested including one of my girlfriends for a FMF 3-way romp.
I agreed to his request and wanted to experience that and so much more. It took several nights going out to seduce her. After we finally got her in bed, it was wonderful. It wasn’t all energy and power and frantic mad fucking like it was with two guys. It was slow and erotic and sensuous. At times I enjoyed it more than Brian. I’m not sure who was seduced the most through all that, but she moved in with us after a month.
It really was an erotic and blissful time. I had all I could do to stay in school and finish the year. Somehow I managed to study enough to graduate between the endless hours of sucking cock, licking pussy, and fucking both of them. There was even enough rational thought in my head to find a job when school was finished.