**But sex? Actual intercourse? That would be a mistake.**
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“We need to stop,” Allison said. And just like that, everything came to an abrupt, awkward halt.
We’d been playing a game, switching partners and removing clothes. Kissing, rubbing, and sucking. Innocent, in a sense. Then it overflowed, spilling the six of us onto the thinly carpeted floors of the bungalow; entangled and entwined.
I was with Allison, my wife’s tall, athletic best friend. Mike, Allison’s husband, was wrapped around Cassie, the beautiful blonde he’d had a crush on since high school. Cassie’s husband, the silver-haired and silver-tongued Jack, was on his back. My own wife, Emily, was on top of him, her fingers around his cock. The petite brunette stared back at us, clearly about to settle herself onto his erection.
All of us were frozen.
“I just think this is too far,” Allison said, “Also, um, the timer is up.” She smirked as she said that last part.
Actually, I’d been the one who’d ended the action. In that moment, the six of us about to engage in full-on intercourse, I couldn’t help myself. Hearing my wife make intimate contact with another man — despite what I’d done, no matter what Emily had already engaged in — was more than I could take.
But Allison had been the brave one to speak up and stop the whole thing. It was yet another reason I was so enamored of her.
“Yes, we should end it here,” Cassie said, firmly. I’ll be honest, I was kind of surprised she took our side.
But for someone who loved sex games, Cassie was also very adult about it all. She respected boundaries, even the ones that weren’t her own. It was smart, creating a safe space like that, and it’s probably the reason we managed to progress so far already.
“We ought to be, um, heading out to EPCOT, anyway,” Mike said. The look on his face said that even he knew that was a silly statement. Still, I appreciated it.
Emily, however, stayed perched on her knees, gripping Jack’s dick tightly. Like my wife couldn’t bear to let go of the older man’s member. Of what she was about to share with him. Her innocent face — eyes wide, cheeks pink — were a direct contrast to the actions of her body.
Jack gently pushed Emily off him. He pulled her into his arms and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Oddly fatherly, despite the fact that they were both naked. “That was lovely,” he said, lightly stroking her brown hair. It had come out of her usual bun at some point, and seeing it hang past her shoulders was almost as surprising as seeing her naked breasts or her thick bush out in the open.
All of us slowly got up and gathered our clothes. Everything we’d done up to that point had felt so natural. Easy. Almost inevitable. Undoing it all now felt even more awkward in comparison.
“This was fun,” Allison said. She kissed me on the cheek. I heard Mike and Cassie sharing similar sentiments.
“We’re going to go change,” Cassie announced loudly.
She grabbed her husband’s arm and pulled him back to their bedroom. I wasn’t sure if she was taking Jack back to give him a stern talking-to or giving us privacy so we could converse amongst ourselves. Either way, I appreciated it.
Mike and Allison put their clothes in a shared pile and went to get dressed over in the open kitchen. It wasn’t far, but it was enough space to clear for conversation. The two of them began quietly debriefing each other. Little whispered agreements and reassurances. But no sharp words. At least none that I could hear.
Emily raced over to me. She’d gathered her clothes and was holding them tight to her stomach. She was panting, like she’d sprinted over.
“I’m sorry,” she said immediately.
“For what?” I asked.
I wasn’t being coy. I didn’t believe she’d done anything wrong. If anything, I thought I was the guilty one. We’d all been ready to go, and I’d gotten in the way. Here were five perfectly well-adjusted adults who could handle that level of intimacy. Yet my jealousy, silly in retrospect, kept all of us from enjoying each other.
Emily, however, wouldn’t hear of it. “That was too far, I let it get too far,” she said, “This was fun but sex? I mean, actual intercourse? It would be a mistake. We agreed we wouldn’t do that and with good reason.”
“It’s fine,” I said, “I’m not mad if you’re not mad.”
“OK,” Emily said. Her grip on her clothes loosened. Her breathing slowed. She took in the room, almost like seeing it for the first time. As if she’d been so far gone, so completely controlled by her sex drive, that she’d lost consciousness.
“Did you have fun, at least?” Emily asked, stepping into her panties.
I tried to look serious, but a smile snuck onto my face.
“My husband pulling down two hotties,” Emily said, she shook her head in wonder. “That’s pretty awesome.”
“I don’t know about pulling down,” I said. Emily rolled her eyes at me. “But yes, it was fun. You?”
“Yeah, it was pretty awesome,” Emily said, the look on her face getting dreamy.
“Did you…?”
“No,” Emily said, “I got close with the, um. With the oral. Did you?”
I gestured around, showing that there was no evidence of any ejaculation. Emily acknowledged me, sheepishly.
“I’m glad we’re doing this,” Emily said, “All of it has been amazing, and I know it sounds strange, but I love sharing it with you. But I’m also glad we stopped when we did. I love you, Paul. I don’t want to stop this, but I’m terrified of going too far.”
I gave my wife a questioning look. She’d been the one who seemed the most reluctant to let go. But now Emily was acting like it was her that had actually ended things.
“Something about Jack,” Emily said, “He grabs hold of me. Like I’m caught up in this wave and suddenly I’m ripped out to sea. I can’t see the shore and I’m just… Gone.”
I thought about what she said. Was she asking me to step in; to get in the way? What she was describing seemed to cross the line of what I’d consider consent.
“Nothing like that, no,” Emily said, touching my arm. “It’s scary, but I think that’s part of the attraction. I can’t get enough of it. Do you feel that way with Allison?”
I looked over at the tall, athletic blonde. She was still talking to her husband, both of them smiling and teasing. They seemed to adapt to all this so easily. Part me wished we could be more like them and take it in stride. Another part was very glad that we couldn’t.
But did I feel swept up by Allison? To continue Emily’s metaphor, if Jack was a tsunami, Allison felt more like the hot tub we’d been in on the first day. Warm and welcoming. Comfortable. Yes, she could be commanding, aggressive, in a way that was unlike any I’d ever experienced. But Emily talked about Jack like she was afraid of his power over her. And I never felt anything like that with Allison. But there was something intoxicating about our easy comfort, too. Different, but no less dangerous.