Turnaround Marriage

by Robert Wolf

©Copyright 2025 Robert Wolf. All Rights Reserved

Preface

This story contains A LOT of sex. If that kind of stuff bothers you, move along. There is a plot line, but along that highway, the characters do many sexual things with each other; funny that. Also, there are a lot of characters.

This story involves several characters from two other books that I’ve published: Sisters, Friends and Lovers, and Sheila’s Adventures in Adult Videos; however, it is a stand-alone story, told mostly by Sheri Wallace, the female protagonist.

Chapter 1 - Frustration

I had an itch, and my husband Doug was doing little to scratch it, despite my hundreds of ideas, actions, my nagging, and my throwing myself at him. I had tried just about everything that I could think of, and nothing seemed to work. I was at my wits end.

After over twenty years of marriage, I was nearing the breaking point. Doug treated me as a personal servant and convenience, although I know he’d deny he ever felt that way. It wasn’t intentional; it was just the way he had become. He took everything I did for granted. I did the laundry, shopping, cooking, and most of the interaction with our two children - Lori, 19, and Arthur or Ace, 18, all without a word of thanks or expression of appreciation. I also had a full-time job at a hot-shot and growing marketing company in downtown Chicago.

Moreover, my love life - our sex life - sucked, and that was an understatement. I often couldn’t remember the last time we had sex, but the intervals were becoming many weeks or even months. Waaaaay too long.

Hell, my kids - Lori and Ace - were in great relationships with boyfriend and girlfriend, respectively, and I felt certain they were getting more loving and appreciation in a day, including sex, than I got all year. I was a pretty, vital, vivacious, forty-one-year-old woman; didn’t I deserve a little lovin’? I guess I needed more sex and attention than Doug did.

Lori was fashion-model pretty: long brown hair with beautiful tones in it, a cute face with a happy smile most of the time, and a pleasing and resilient personality. That’s not just a mother talking. One of the local photographers spotted her a couple of years earlier, and started to use her for some of the fashion ads he shot for a local department store. Of course, I went with her for all her photo shoots. Lori had a wide circle of best friends and hundreds of Facebook friends. She had a guy - Matt - that she’d gone steady with for two years. Lori was starting her sophomore year at the University of Illinois in Chicago, studying business administration.

Ace is handsome and smart. Girls swoon over him, and I’ve had to tell more than one aggressive female teenager to not call on our home phone line to try to get his attention. He is tall, athletic, square jawed, six-pack ripped, and has a kind personality with low ego needs, so he doesn’t go around thumping his chest and dragging his knuckles on the ground. If I were a high school girl or college freshman I give him my soul and my virginity to be his girlfriend. He had a lovely girl - Marcia - that he’d gone with for three years, and I figured at the rate they were going they’d eventually get married because they were so compatible. Ace had just started at the Illinois Institute of Technology majoring in computer science.

I’ve tried every week or two to sit and engage Doug in honest dialogue about what I feel and how unhappy I am. I hate to be a nag, but I am headed that way. I told him that I feel ‘unseen’ some days even though we’re in the house together. I tried surprise ‘dates’, using sensual touch and massage, flirting - notes, sexts, emails, and even snail mail.

I’ve gone to the gym for the past seven years and shaped up to the point where I am sure that I am the hottest MILF in the place. I’ve kept my appearance at a peak so that I am always attractive to him. I tried to enjoy the same things that he did, but he was very wrapped up in his work or shut me out.

“I tried to establish love rituals with him - times that we’d have coffee together, or just something simple to be together. They lasted a week or less. I got my own hobbies hoping that he’d see them and me as more interesting. I read interesting books. My job was always a challenge. I did some interesting things, but he could have cared less.

I tried role play with him - cosplay, even getting sexy about it. I became an expert at ‘dirty talk’ so that I could seduce him and keep him interested in our physical relationship. That failed, but I can sure excite myself.

I insisted on therapy, but that proved to be an expensive dud. I redecorated the bedroom and used candles, music, and aromas to entice him. A no go. I tried to play like a vulnerable female, that needed a big, strong man to rescue her from a dragon. That failed.

I looked for ways to provide him positive feedback when he did pay attention or did something ‘right’. While it felt like I was training a dog, the whole concept took us nowhere. Once in a while, he might say ‘Thanks’.

I just couldn’t get him into a collaborative state, and certainly not a romantic one - that spark had died years earlier. My cheerleading, tutoring, and enticing were pretty much wasted efforts. I thought that women were the ones that were supposed to taper off, and men complained. We were the other way around.

My friend Molly sympathized with me. She was trying some of the same things on her husband, and he actually responded and reformed. They had become the most romantic people I knew. Damn.

I worked full time for an advertising agency in Chicago, a forty-five-minute commute on a good day. Fortunately, I could do some of the work at home; so I avoided the rush hour commute as often as possible. I had mastered hyperbole, so I wrote a lot of the copy for our clients’ radio, TV, Internet, and all other media. I was so good at my job I’d been elected the youngest partner in the growing firm.

I tried my marketing skills on Doug. Short of buying radio or television time, or a skywriter, I put a campaign together, even made up some brochures with photos about what a great wife I was and what I needed. That proved to be a waste of time.

Doug was a financial guy - brokerage, insurance, investments, estate planning and all that kind of stuff, and a senior man at Perkins & Palmer. He was always taking courses, and if he wanted he could have a string of initials indicating his credentials that would wrap around a business card six times. He is handsome, at least to me; wears glasses that make him look like the movie version of Clark Kent, and he’d be my Superman, if only he’d pay me some significant attention and fuck my brains out a couple of times a week - heck, a day! I bet that Clark Kent fucked Lois Lane into the mattress every night.

We were way below average in our sexual frequency and I found that more than frustrating. When we dated he was all over me several times a day, but over time … well, you know. I even accept some of the blame for that back when we had young children, a big mortgage, old cars, and so on.

I’d started what I guess was my mid-life crisis about seven years earlier as Lori became a teen. I woke up to find myself pudgy, jaded and sometimes bitter in my feelings towards Doug, and thus we were slowly heading towards some rocks in our marriage.

That’s when I went on a diet and changed our family’s eating habits so we all lost weight and looked more healthy. I joined the gym and also started to do yoga. It took a year but I lost almost thirty pounds.

I started going to a spiritual center and increased my sensitivity to those around me and the spiritual skills I wanted to exemplify - things like compassion, love, forgiveness, and gratitude. I still have a long way to go on all fronts, but I mellowed somewhat on my feelings about my husband. I also realized I had to take the first move to fix things. Doug showed no inclination to do anything that wasn’t work or an emergency repair on the house. He didn’t see the nearing crisis in our marriage.

That was also when I realized just how unhappy I had become in my marriage. I liked myself, but the love I had for my husband was rapidly fading. I started to try just about any idea that I could. I persevered. Everything that I tried ended up with me feeling that I was his convenience and not the love object I wanted to be. I made his favorite meals, arranged great social events that I knew he’d like, and a hundred other things to engage him more and to spice up our relationship. I gave him a ‘D-‘ as a report card, and that was generous.

I talked to dozens of other women and even a couple of family and relationship therapists about what was going on. I accepted my own role in allowing things to get to where there were. I also felt vindicated in my feelings about Doug, but still had few ideas about how to move things out of the box we were in.

To sum it up, I couldn’t find anything that was really important to him on the home front.

I had decided I needed some kind of major confrontation with Doug, but I wanted him where he couldn’t get away by going to his home office or claiming he ‘had’ to do some project on our home, his usual excuses for not confronting things or avoiding me.

One day, Doug told me he had to go to Boston for two-days of meetings at Fidelity Investments. They were a major force in the financial world, so when they had some new products and services, people like Doug paid rapt attention.

I announced that I was going with him, and we’d see a little of the city while we were there, and that we were staying over the weekend. I left no room for argument. At least he agreed to the company and the weekend without thinking much about it, nor with any excitement about spending time with me. Was I that hard to take? I’d find out that weekend.

Doug’s brother Steve lived in Cambridge, right next to Boston. He was six years younger than Doug and me. We’d had a recent email from him informing us that he’d gotten engaged, so I also thought it would be nice if we dropped by to meet his fiancée and thus a potentially new family member while we were in Boston.

To save money, a topic dear to Doug’s heart, I hoped we might stay with Steve and his fiancée for the weekend nights. I left it to Doug to make those arrangements. He promised he’d handle it.

We went to Boston on Wednesday night, and while Doug worked, I did museums, played tourist, ate in quaint little restaurants, and enjoyed half a day at the hotel spa. We decided to go to the condo where Steve and his new fiancée lived on Friday, after his seminar ended in late-afternoon.

That was when I learned that Doug had forgotten to call his brother. When we arrived at Steve’s brownstone building in Back Bay, it was a complete surprise to his fiancée and her sisters, and thus to Steve. Nonetheless, we were cordially welcomed.

When we got there, we also discovered that Steve wasn’t even in Boston. He was on a plane back to the city from Denver, where he’d been working for three days. He was a management consultant with a technology bent, and was all over the country on a weekly basis. He arrived about an hour after we got to his apartment.

Initially, Doug and I had a somewhat awkward meeting with Steve’s fiancée - Fran - and her two sisters - Sheila and Ally, who we learned lived with them, mostly because they hadn’t expected us - especially as overnight guests. Doug had fucked up and forgot to call to see whether we could stay with them, and then even in Boston it didn’t occur to him to check-in with his brother or fiancée.

After observing the apartment, particularly the bedrooms, it was clear to us that Steve and the three sisters also slept together - all four of them, and I assumed that meant that they also all had sex together. I felt sort of strange about that fact, even a little shocked at first, but then the idea grew on me. They, at least, had sex. I was jealous of them. They had relationships with each other.

Further, there was such affection between Steve and the sisters. I was jealous and wanted to be included. When they looked at each other, there was palpable love and desire.

Lest I freak out my husband, I hid my feelings. I liked the idea of one guy taking care of three women and felt it also was especially ‘hot’. I assumed that Steve was more attentive than Doug; I figured that he must be to attract three beautiful women who could each have any man they set their sights on.

Fran, Steve’s fiancée, was a gorgeous late-twenties brunette with lustrous hair to the middle of her back that looked like she just stepped off the pages of Elle or some other fashion magazine for the younger set that would only use the most elegant and pretty women.. She could be a model, but instead worked in an upscale art gallery right in the middle of the city.

Sheila was an equally attractive blonde with boobs about the same age as Fran. She had a very sexual air about her that pulled everyone she met into her sphere of seduction. She had Doug’s attention because I knew he was partial to that hair color. She worked for the local museum as a curator for some of their many exhibits.

Fran laughed and told me that Sheila’s and her birthdays were only five months apart - the same year. Fran came with her mother to the marriage with Sheila’s father, after the adults had divorced and then married each other.

Ally was the youngest of the three sisters and the product of the union of Sheila’s dad and Fran’s mom. She was equally attractive, smart and vivacious, possibly the most outgoing of the three. She had cheerleader tendencies, and was easily excited about ideas any of us came up with. She worked for an Internet start-up on the other end of Cambridge doing marketing and helping arrange strategic alliances.

I pieced together that they were half-sisters, but really had grown up together. Overall, they all came from a gene pool that turned out beautiful women. A picture of Steve with the three girls at some beach was on the kitchen counter, and they were in bikinis. I was surprised they didn’t get arrested for indecent exposure.

From his reaction during the brief tour, I guessed that Doug was scandalized by the foursome arrangement, but then I also learned that once in a while my husband had a sexy thought. Certainly when I checked his browser history on his computer I could see that he’d invested a few minutes on some porn sites. Why couldn’t he spend that time with me pounding me into the mattress or sofa.

After the ice was broken and we were comfortable with each other, our conversation quickly addressed the wedding that would be happening in about six months. Steve wanted Doug to be ‘Best Man’ and Fran wanted me to be a bridesmaid. I told them that I was honored and would do my part to the best of my abilities. Doug was also pleased.

The planning for the wedding was just starting, but the four of them laughed and said that they were already thinking of a very spicy and sexy wedding. Steve said, “We’re all unconventional, so you can expect that the whole prep, wedding, reception, and after-party will be very unconventional.

As we relaxed more, the banter in the room came around to the living arrangements and lifestyle of Steve, Fran, Sheila, and Ally, except we quickly discovered that even more men and women were involved in the larger arrangements of loving relationships. By implication, there was a lot of sex involved. A lot!

I felt pleasantly shocked and turned on at the same time. Doug just looked shocked. I was beginning to think about not going home and staying with Steve and his girls; maybe he’d accept me into his harem.

One of the women mentioned that Steve and the three sisters had recently gone to a Tantric Relationship Workshop for a long weekend and learned some great relationship and lovemaking techniques and philosophies. In my mind I heard ‘Tantric Sex Workshop’ - emphasis on SEX - and from then on I started to think about the uplifting intimacy a man and woman could share with such a mixed physical and spiritual approach to the topic. I suddenly wanted that every day of my life.

I asked about the workshop’s content. They were each eager to tell us about mind, body, spirit thinking, melding of each of those during lovemaking, connecting with the universal source for love, and more. Ally mentioned that they each made love with a relative stranger as part of the workshop to try out some of the concepts with somebody they weren’t already in a relationship with. Oh, please, let me find a loving stranger.

The girls also waxed eloquent about how Steve had learned how to make love for hours on end, cum repeatedly, recover quickly and at will, plus how to give dozens of orgasms to his partner.

Sheila called him a love machine; Ally, a sexual superman; and Fran, every woman’s greatest dream. Steve was modest but I could tell they were underestimating what he could do making love to someone. More than that, however, was the deep and spiritual connection he made with his love partners. Oh, I was so needy for just this. I actually got teary about what I was missing in my life. I think the sisters noticed my state.

I was entranced and the more we talked the hornier I got. The last orgasm I’d had was earlier that day after I jilled off alone in our hotel room after the morning in the spa. The one before that I couldn’t remember because it had been so long ago. No wonder I felt horny. I constantly reminded myself that I was vital, healthy, and horny female that loved sex - in spite of what my asshole husband wasn’t doing for me.

Doug started to scoff at the idea of the workshop and the relationship stuff, and I finally snapped.

I bluntly told my husband in front of the others, “I repeat something you’ve heard before. I am NOT feeling loved by you. That workshop is about how to love better. WE are going to go to one of these Tantric Sex Workshops, and WE are going to rejuvenate our relationship or else YOU’RE going to have to get off your ass and find yourself another woman to be your servant, cook, and cleaning lady.”

Steve and the three sisters looked shocked at what I’d just said. The threat hung on the air. I meant it. I was at my wits end with Doug. Sometimes in my thinking, I even referred to him as Doug the Slug. I needed a change of men in my life.

I exploded further as jaws dropped open around the room, including Doug’s. I stood in front of him, “I’VE had it with your indifference, taking me for granted, your lack of sexuality, and lack of passion.” I groaned and had started pacing Steve’s small living room as I continued my rant. I listed all the things that I tried to get his attention, and then his failure to respond to any of them. Doug’s mouth dropped open. I realized I was sandbagging him in front of others, but I was finally at my limit.

I turned and pointed at him, “This is my FINAL confrontation with you. Your wonderful brother and these women that love him have made me see what I’m missing. I may not find it after I leave you, but this trip is YOUR final notice to shape up or ship out.”

I went on in a stern tone as I ranted at the ceiling. I whirled and pointed at Doug again, “I’ve felt more love in this apartment between Steve, Fran, Sheila, and Ally since we arrived than I’ve felt in the past year from you - maybe longer. It fills the air and it’s so refreshing and unmistakable.”

I turned to Steve, and on impulse asked, “Would you make love to me? Don’t you think I’m attractive and deserving of male attention? You’re already liberated and love multiple women, so I’m curious.” I gestured to his three partners and then off in a vague direction to where the ‘others’ might be.

I nodded at Doug and added, “Besides, I don’t think my husband cares what happens or what I do. I’ve tried for the past five years to get his attention, but his vote about me has consistently been ‘I don’t give a shit’.” I hoped the profanity would grab his attention.

As that proposition and statement hung in the air, Ally sidled up closer to Doug on the sofa. She teased, “If you’re available, I’d love to have you make love to me. I like you and your vibes. Maybe you’d like to try it out with me. Will you, please? Huh?” Doug looked shocked at her bold request, and pissed at me.

By propositioning Steve, Doug’s brother, I had drawn a line in the sand about our staid and moribund relationship. Shit or get off the pot. Do something, anything to show you care. My threat to end the marriage was pretty obvious.

Doug’s head jerked around from Ally and her proposition, to my ultimatum and me. Ally put her hand down by Doug’s thigh and started to seductively rub his leg getting close to his equipment but making it appear more friendly. I almost laughed because I knew she was teasing him and trying to lighten the mood from my serious rant at him. That said, I thought she might be serious enough to follow-through if she thought something good would come of it. She kissed his cheek.

Chapter 2 - Ultimate Confrontation

Steve looked worried, and I could tell he didn’t want to upset either his brother or me by how he responded to my question about making love to me. I’d dropped a dilemma in his lap. The look he gave me; however, warmed my heart and indicated to me that he thought I was desirable. My heart beat faster.

Steve politely suggested, “Errr, before I answer your question Sheri, and before Doug accepts Ally’s offer, I think that Doug and you need iron out your own relationship first. I can tell in just these few minutes that you’re at a turning point … a decision point in your marriage.”

That was an understatement.

I felt great that he’d left the door open for us to make love. I wanted Steve right then - I wanted that spiritual connection and lots of orgasms the other women had talked about, but I figured I’d have to wait, if I could get him at all. Steve then winked at me, and I knew he wanted me, too. Oh, be still my heart.

I looked at Fran and Sheila, and they both looked pleased with the idea, and I think they were both even interested in Doug.

I briefly chastised myself for my sudden thoughts about sex outside my marriage, but I was feeling desperate. I was so unhappy that I was ready that very night to throw in the towel.

I wanted love and I felt such love from Steve and his partners. I resonated with each of them, and certainly not with my dolt of a husband. My shift in thinking just proved it to me. I wanted some BIG changes in my life. Tonight really was a turning point, as Steve said. My boss called moments like these ‘crunch time.’ I realized in those few seconds that I’d know by the end of the night, or certainly the weekend anyhow, whether I’d stay married.

Doug’s indifference had just about killed what we’d had for twenty-one years.

Doug visibly balked at my seductive question to Steve and what I’d said in front his family the last couple of minutes. He stood suddenly and grabbed my hand and pulled me up and towards the door. He autocratically informed the room, “Yes, we do need to sort out a few things. We’re taking a walk to and talking. We’ll be back in a bit.”

I loved it. This was the man I married, albeit at a young age. He acted decisively and obviously had some concern for me and my thoughts and actions; especially those that appeared to break our marriage vows.

Before that instant, I thought I could have fucked the entire Air Force in front of him and he wouldn’t have noticed or cared. He pulled me across the condo living room, out the door, into the elevator, and then out the door of the building. Fortunately, it was a mild evening since our coats were still on top of our luggage.

When we got to the sidewalk, Doug challenged me, “What are you doing propositioning my brother? Are you mad?” He sputtered but couldn’t really organize anything further to say.

I stomped my foot and ranted, “No, I’m fed up and desperate. I’m fed up with you and desperate for love … or even just some caring sex from someone like Steve - or … fuck, ANYBODY. He must be good; you heard the testimonials his girlfriends each gave him.” I gestured up at the apartment.

“I don’t care if he’s good. You’re my wife.”

I blunted stated, “And I’m telling you right now, right this instant in case you missed all the other messages that I’ve been sending FOR YEARS, that I am a short-timer in our marriage unless something changes in our relationship - and I mean starting NOW, this instant - tonight - this weekend. Do YOU understand or don’t you give a fuck?

“I’ve been trying for years to turn you around, but you’re pigheaded. I feel like I’ve been trying to move a mountain. Well, my efforts in this marriage end tonight - this weekend. Only you can change the course of future events, and you need to start NOW.”

Doug guffawed, “You’re just going through a phase.” My hackles rose when he said that. I thought I’d spit fire in his face, but I tried to contain myself.

I did say in a voice that carried my tension, “It’s a phase I’ve been going through for the past decade - maybe most of our marriage. You don’t want a wife; you want a servant - someone that cleans your shit, cooks, and runs errands, and tends to your children, plus also brings home some bacon so we can live a nice lifestyle. Occasionally, you need a prostitute to have sex with. Honey, I love you. It’s not too late, but WE have got to change something major starting today … tonight … right NOW. Otherwise …” I didn’t finish the threat; I just let it hang there ominously.

“I do love you.” Doug suddenly sounded defensive.

“Bullshit! You say that, but consider your actions. How have you shown me you loved me recently - and I mean over the past few years?”

“I … I … I brought you to Boston with me so we could spend some time together. We go out occasionally. I gave you flowers on our anniversary.”

“Ahem. I insisted that ‘I’ come with you on this trip because ‘I’ wanted to have exactly this conversation. If we’d had this talk at home you would have run away and found an excuse to hide somehow, like all the times before when I’ve broached the subject. And, I’m the one that has to drag you along for date nights when you let me, or try one thing after another to get some physical loving with you. Lastly, I’ll give you one point out of a hundred for remembering our anniversary, except the flowers were two years ago; you forgot this year. It was a nice card, though you forgot to sign it or add any personal sentiment.”

After a silence, Doug pleaded, “What do you want me to do?”

I was mad and stomping along the sidewalk a pace in front of him. “Wrong question, you idiot. What do YOU want to do to preserve OUR relationship - to put some vitality and passion back into it? Anything? Do you even care, and if you say you do, after all the things I’ve tried and all the things I’ve said, I really wonder if you do. If you say you do, I doubt that I’d believe you, given your history.

“I am at the point in my life, where I am rethinking the rest of my life and right now, it doesn’t include you.”

Doug stammered, “I … I … don’t want you to leave me. I guess I want to change things really dramatically as you imply. I’ll take you to the Tantric Workshop, for one. If you want to fuck my brother, I suppose I’d let you.” There was a tone of reluctant compliance in his voice, not at all what I wanted. I didn’t want to force him into something; I wanted him to want to do it.

My hackles rose further, and I stopped walking and turned to him. I practically yelled, “You’d LET me? UGH! You asshole. Am I your chattel? Do you OWN me, so you allow me to do some things and not others, like a little kid or a slave? I thought we were equal partners in this marriage. What happened to that concept? Ugh!” I screamed at him. “I guess after these past years, I should know better.” I turned and stomped off along the sidewalk again.

Doug complained, “That’s not what I meant. I’m just trying to think outside the box.” After a pause he asked, “Would our having sex with someone else shake things up?”

“Hell, yes,” I replied, “anything would.” I was now quite sure of myself. At least, I had Doug’s attention. I went on, “Do you know how I would feel if you had sex with someone else - one of Steve’s lovers? Ally; who I think made you a serious offer, although Lord, knows why.” I decided to discount the teasing part of Ally’s proposal to see how he responded. We took a few steps in the direction we’d been going.

After a thoughtful silence, Doug said, “No, I guess I don’t.”

My answer surprised even myself; “I would feel glad that you’d found someone to share yourself with - to get passionate about. I would vicariously enjoy the passion you felt, if I could get you to talk about it with me, which, based on history is doubtful. I would hope that the change in pussies would stimulate you enough so that you’d pay more attention to mine - like at least a couple of times a week … but more often, like daily, would be preferred. I’d love daily sex with you.

“Would I rant and rave and have a hissy fit about your cock being in someone else’s vagina, absolutely not, I promise. If you left me, I’d pray that whoever you decided to partner with next got a better part of you than I certainly have. Please fuck Ally … or anyone. Just DO SOMETHING!” My voice echoed down the street between the brownstone buildings we were walking past.

Doug stopped walking and looked at me to see if I were serious. I was.

He asked, “And how would you want me to respond if you fucked my brother?” It wasn’t a question asked in concern, but more out of curiosity.

I smiled because I could feel I might be getting through to Doug. I responded softly, “I wouldn’t FUCK him. I would make love with him - something that hasn’t happened in my life in a looooong time. I love Steve and always have, and to tell the truth I’ve always been physically attracted to him.

“He has people skills and is a nice man. I would want you to applaud the pleasure he brings me and that I bring him, and not feel particularly jealous - although a little of that would be nice because it would show that you care more than a rat’s ass about losing me. I’m not sure you care at this point, in fact, I’m almost sure you don’t, other than what you said a moment ago. Your credibility on that front is pretty low.”

I went on with my tirade, “I would want you to see how the change in my relationship with Steve excites me and carries over into our relationship and how it invigorates OUR marriage. I want you to want to turn me on even more than he does; yes, I want you to compete for me. I want you to see that I have a sexual and passionate side to me that you’ve completely forgotten about, and that you want to find again.

“I want you to make an effort to woo me, and to fuck my brains out, to love me every day with all your heart in a way that shows and is actionable. I want every one of my female friends to be jealous of me because of how loving and attentive you are. I guarantee I’ll return the favor tenfold. God knows, I’ve already been throwing myself at you, and I’m giving up because I don’t get any response. Doing that has been like hurling myself against a brick wall. I’m wounded now from those failed exercises. I want you to want us to do sexy and illicit things together and share in the experiences, lust and love. How’s that for starters?

“For the past decade, I have been the one that came up with just about every idea for anything we did together. I’ve given up, except to insist that I come to Boston with you. We’re supposed to be a partnership - a union where with both come up with fun, naughty, any kind of ideas of things to do together. If we were to stay together, the ideas from here on out need to come in equal measure, and not only from me.”

Doug was again thoughtful and almost teary, and for the first time I thought he might actually want to try. He pleaded, “I could do that. You’d have to help me because I guess I’m starting so far back on the track.” He choked up a little at the end of his statement. “Can I even recover … or are we a lost cause at this point? Have I already lost you?”

“No, we are not over the cliff yet. We are an inch from the edge, however.” I paused for a moment and asked, “Would you be jealous of Steve if we made love?”

“Of course, I would. He’s younger and more vital, but he is my brother and I love him, too … well, not sexually. He is maybe the one man in the world I trust more than any other. I know he wouldn’t try to steal you from me. I guess …”

I asked, “What if there were someone else?”

“You mean you having an affair of some kind?”

“Precisely.” I started walking again. He lunged to keep up. I knew I was pushing Doug’s buttons; however, I wanted him to understand how serious I was about getting some serious love and attention.

“Have you?” He sounded worried.

“No, but I’ve thought about it recently. I’ve even fantasized about it with my bedside toy that I get more satisfaction from than you - and that’s been the case for years. I know I need something big that I’m not getting.”

“Ouch. The risk is that you’d fall in love with that person and leave me. What if you fell for Steve?”

“Oh, you’d care if I left you? That’s worthwhile news - film at eleven. And, by the way, I’ve already fallen for Steve, but that was years ago. So, would you care?”

“Hell, yes.”

“That’s nice to hear, and I need to hear more of it.” I turned Doug to me and kissed him very passionately, even grinding my pussy against his leg. He was taller than me.

Doug said softly, “I get turned on thinking about my wife with another man … BUT, I want you to come home to me.” He sobbed slightly, “Baby, I’m so sorry. Sheri, I love you so much. I know I haven’t been very good about telling you or acting on that love.

“I’ve been too self-centered or something. You’re right, we do need to shake things up - I need to shake things up in my own head. I’m sure I need some counseling about this. You’ve got my attention.” More tears rolled down his face.

I held his head and kissed him over and over. I kept telling him that I loved him and wanted him. “I want YOU to be the place I go to after all the other interactions with all the other people I ever have. I hope you know that. I want you most of all.”

Doug said with great uncertainty, “I guess we’re opening our marriage to others by this discussion, and I pledge that I’m okay with that so long as I am the home base for you.” He snuffled.

“Will you think I’m a slut if I sleep with others?”

I thought briefly about what a tough negotiator I was turning out to be. I wasn’t even sure where this line of thought came from. This was the most unique discussion that I’d ever had in our long relationship. He’d used the term ‘open marriage’ and I realized that was what I needed right then, because through that window I could find the love, validation, attention, and passion that had been deficient in my life.

Doug thought a long time and said, “God, this is hard for me. Sheri, I want to be there or close by. I want to know about it ahead of time, for the most part - maybe. And, yes, I’ll think you’re the sexiest slut on the planet, but you’re the slut that I love and want to be with forever. I hope that’s all right.”

I kissed Doug and said, “I want you to be a slut, too … or whatever the equivalent description is for males - a stud? I want you to find women you like and make love to them. I want you to enjoy the same sensations I am, and to bring what you learn and feel to our bed and share that with me.

“After we’ve tried this I believe two things will happen. First, we’ll change our marriage for the better because we’re reaching outside to others, and that’ll force us to think about each other more than we have - in new ways; and second, we can always back up somehow.”

Doug warned, “This is dangerous ground - an open marriage, I mean.”

I smiled, “Not as dangerous as staying the way we’ve been the past ten years or more. I guarantee that with no change in our lives, we’ll separate - and that wouldn’t be in the distant future either.” I didn’t want to give him an out or allow backsliding.

He shook his head, “Sheri, I guess you’re right. I didn’t realize I was going to lose you if things stayed the same.” He paused and added, “No, I know you’re right. This’ll take me some getting used to, but let’s do it. Let’s rattle every part of our life with this. I promise …”

I kissed him again. I said, “Doug, I believe that love is not a zero-sum game. Most of the world treats it that way. If I give love to someone else - Steve, for instance - it doesn’t mean that I take that love away from you. Somehow, there is just more to give, and more comes back and it multiplies again and again. I’m not trying to replace you; I’m trying to augment what we have.

“I’m desperate to do something like this. If you have a better idea, I’ll listen. I’ve talked to others, and even gone to therapy sessions alone to be sure my head was in the right place about my own feelings and ideas.

Doug snuffled and said, “I just want to have a contract with you … an agreement … that if this starts to sour our marriage, that if whatever we embark on starts to screw things up, that we can both stop and reassess, and see if we can come back to where we are right now and see if we can find a different direction. I know it’ll be uncomfortable for me at the start, but I will try. I’ll try; I promise.”

I cried, “Oh, Doug, I promise, too. Thank you. I love you so much.”

We found a bench and sat, and we talked a lot more and cried on each other’s shoulders. We were going to take a big step - each of us - and we were going to put our marriage on the line - but I knew it was already on the line. I think that I’d gotten that point over to Doug.

Love or not, I probably wouldn’t have made it through another month with Doug. I was already having dreams of my post-divorce life: setting up my own apartment, finding ways to get new friends, meeting new men. I needed to get my own head back in the game.

Doug agreed that he hadn’t been that happy with ‘us’ either, but just put his head down and forged ahead focusing on his career and work. I’d at least been trying various things, like throwing Jello against the wall to see if it would stick. We agreed to big changes, and talked about them in detail. I knew this would impact my work, but my home life and sanity were more important.

The salvation of our marriage would also impact Doug and his work. He was going to have to give up some of the long hours and the weekends and spend that time with me.

There’d be minor impact on Lori and Ace. I think they probably wondered whether we ever talked, and I was sure they thought that we never had sex except the two times to conceive them. They’d be pretty close to right about those assumptions.

Chapter 3 - First Steps

Doug and I took the long way back to Steve’s apartment, talking more and more about how things would play out, explicitly acknowledging that sometimes we were talking about sex with others, including his brother, Ally, and if they were interested Steve’s fiancée, Sheila, and other girlfriends. I had a premonition about how the weekend would play out that warmed my insides and made me wet between my legs. I hoped that I was right. I made wishes on each star overhead.

Ally had come onto my husband in a big way just before we left, even inviting sex and just about rubbing his crotch, so I knew there were multiple ‘possibilities’ on the table, or they were having a huge tease at our expense. I sensed sincerity in Ally for sure. I had the feeling that Ally like ‘strange’. The others looked interested, too. Doug did appeal to women; he just didn’t realize it. I was ready for anything, even Doug having sex with Ally while I did our laundry. I wanted things to change that much.

We got back to the apartment, and had a heart-to-heart talk with Steve, Fran, Sheila, and Ally. Not only were they sympathetic, they displayed unusual compassion for both of us and how we were planning to change. I explained where Doug and I were in our relationship, and how important it was to us to do something major to shake things up.

Doug said, “We need any ideas you have that could help us, plus we’re going to revisit many of the things that Sheri did to try to get my attention. Also, I’m going to need a role model for what I should be doing, and I think that’s going to be all of you. Expect me - us - to be asking a lot of questions about your lifestyle and thinking in various situations.”

Fran took the initiative to question Doug and me in depth about how opening up our marriage would not only shake things up, but also how it would contribute to the end goal we sought of a more solid footing, more love, and greater connection between us. She didn’t need to be convinced about the actions we planned except to be sure we understood that we were undertaking some major steps in our lives. Fran and the others were already living that way and loving it.

After talking a while, I flirted a bit with Steve and reiterated my earlier question to him, ‘You’d make love with me, wouldn’t you?’ Almost simultaneously, Ally and Sheila got close to Doug and seduced him into some sexy kisses as they rubbed against him while sitting beside him on the sofa. He looked both flummoxed and interested.

Steve told me that not only would he make love with me, he wanted to make love with me because he’d had that attraction to me for years. He accepted me into his arms with a twinkle in his eye revealing his joy, and a cautious eye on his brother to be sure that our new agreements were holding up under the first serious test.

As we started to romance each other, I looked over to see Ally practically throwing herself at Doug; there had been some real chemistry there after all, that flared up instantly as soon as they met. I could see the genuine connection between them that had occurred. Sheila looked interested in him, too.

For some reason, as we were starting over, I wanted Doug’s and my first sexual encounters to be with others. The acts would be like watershed moments in our lives that would cement in our commitment to change.

We were making a big commitment to this change - Doug more than me. We were shifting gears, and by this time there was no middle ground for us, no baby steps. We either did this and similar things, or we didn’t.

Fran and Sheila, Steve’s fiancée and her sister, initially split between us when we paired off to make out. Fran came and joined with Steve and me, and after a couple of minutes spent seductively undressing each other right there in the dimly lit living room. Fran kissed me in a most passionate way, and then she touched my breasts and around my pussy. I shuddered in delight and returned the favor. I felt my heart soar - I was being loved and touched with passion.

Doug had watched us shedding clothes, and I hoped he got turned on that not only Fran, but also Steve was helping me undress. I knew I was ‘hot’, and I hoped that Steve, Fran, and Doug saw me that way. I worked to keep my figure and routinely did sculpting exercises.

I’d never been kissed or touched by another woman the way Fran touched me and loved me, and surprisingly I was turned on more than I could imagine. I resolved to come back to those emotions and feelings later when I could think straight.

I whispered to Fran, “I think you’re going to be a ‘first’ for me in many ways. If I don’t reciprocate the right way, I may need some coaching and mentoring. Also, before we go further, if Steve and I do something sexual together, we’re not going to screw up your relationship are we?”

Fran said, “You won’t hurt our relationship. I am eager to show you just what women can do together. Maybe we can blow Doug’s mind a little further into that new head space you want for him.” She snickered at the latter thought.

Doug watched me with Fran, yet tried to be attentive to Ally and Sheila. I got a big smile from him indicating that he thought my brief sapphic kiss with Fran had been highly arousing. Right at that moment, however, I wanted Steve to make love to me. I also didn’t want Fran to stop stroking my clit or along my wet slit with her right hand.

As Fran was kissing me and fondling my breasts, Steve went down on me. I didn’t expect it, and went into orbit as my emotions and love for the two of them soared into heaven. I’m sure everybody in the whole building heard my moan of delight.

I’d gotten used to Doug’s highly infrequent cunnilingus and thought that was pretty good, but Steve put him to shame. I’d never say anything, but somehow I’d have to get Doug to take lessons from his brother. Steve’s lips, tongue, and fingers were everywhere they needed to be to get me off like a moon shot.

Fran was playing around my pussy, too, even amplifying the sensations. I remember shivering with pleasure or an orgasm over and over. In the first ten minutes, I think I had three Big O’s. Doug noticed. Steve and Fran just kept going. I hoped that my husband was paying attention.

The pair blew my mind when they switched. I watched Fran slide down my body, sucking on my erect nipples briefly, and then she replaced Steve in eating my drenched pussy. My body was pouring out sex juices so fast I worried I’d dehydrate. I was pouring out more lubricating fluids than Jiffylube. Fran whispered to me, “Oh, Sheri, you taste really good. I’m in heaven, and I love you.” My God, I was in deep passionate love with Steve and Fran, and I guess the whole world right that instant. Orgasms do that to me.

Fran ate pussy better than Steve, so much better that I had two back-to-back orgasms only seconds apart. I’m sure the fact that it was another woman doing this to me played a significant role in my responses to her tongue and fingers, but still I had become an instant convert to sapphic sex.

I wanted major changes in my life and I wanted Doug involved, too. I guess being loved and loving another woman was certainly a major change from the prior forty-one years of my life.

Steve kissed everything from my belly button to the top of my head, paying particular attention to places I realized were my erogenous zones, and not just my breasts the way Doug would do. My sexual temperature soared so I was hotter than the sun, and I wanted a cock deep inside my cunt, and a pussy on my face that I could suck and lap.

A few minutes and a couple of orgasms later, I got just that, after I vocalized my wishes. When Steve penetrated me, it was with care and love, and also with passion and lust. I moaned so loud that I know Doug jerked his head to look at me and what was happening.

I was looking at him with lust and love, too, except his attention was split since Ally had just started to ride his hard cock in the cowgirl position as Sheila kissed his neck and held his hand where it could rub her large breasts. My husband looked ecstatic, yet he gave me a small wave with his other hand from eight feet away. We said nothing, but our actions spoke volumes, particularly after the discussion on our life-changing walk.

Steve didn’t use any of his Tantric sex techniques on me I guess, because after about twenty minutes and three more orgasms he came inside me. Twenty minutes was about fifteen minutes longer than Doug usually took, but I did notice that Sheila and Ally, who were switching off on my husband, managed to get him to last almost a quarter of an hour before he came in Ally’s pussy.

I had never cum from vagina intercourse, but I did with Steve. What was this amazing difference? The climaxes weren’t little ones either; they were knock-my-socks-off events that really sent me into orbit.

Steve and Fran whispered words of love to me. I felt so wanted, needed, and cared for. I kissed both of them with renewed intent, and more than once tears came to my eyes because I felt so much love from them and for them. I wanted to never stop. I hoped they felt the love I wanted to radiate to them. I’d found a new passion in life and I wanted to pursue it with every fiber in my body.

Steve remained buried in my pussy for a long time after our mutual ending orgasms. I felt a closeness to him because he didn’t rush off, and because he petted me all over and kissed me in true romantic fashion. After we’d laid there in our afterglows for a few minutes, Steve whispered to me, “Go to your husband. Show him you love him. Reassure him that you haven’t tossed him aside.”

On that note, he slowly extracted his semi-flaccid cock from my cunt. I hated the empty feeling he left, but Fran kissed me to divert my attention. She also nudged me towards Doug, who was watching our threesome.

I thought about how wise this younger man was. Going to Doug was exactly what I needed to do to stimulate more love and passion in our marriage. Contrary to what Steve had said, I worried some about Doug throwing me out for a younger woman. Ally and Sheila, plus Fran, were all gorgeous women and much younger than me.

He’d fucked both of them as I’d watched. They were prettier, thinner, bustier, and bubblier than me. In my suggesting an open marriage the thought hadn’t occurred to me until then that Doug might get the better end of the deal. I still hoped for the desired effect on our relationship.

I smiled at Ally who had been bent over his lap cleaning his love stick of the residual cum and female juices. She nodded at me, gave his dick one last lap and suck, and then got up and went to join Steve and Fran. Sheila winked at me, and sat back on Doug’s other side. She nodded to me to go to my husband.

I sat in Doug’s lap and kissed him hard. “Hi, Baby. You happy? You having fun?” I teased a little, but left enough seriousness in my voice to let him know I really cared about what happened and what we were doing.

Doug smiled, “The happiest baby. You looked so sexy fucking Steve … and Fran. I feel such love and passion for you, and, I have to admit, for Ally and Sheila, too. I want to make love to you after I recover a little.”

A tear came to his eyes, “I’m so sorry I’ve been such a jerk about our marriage … and stuff like this. We can use this weekend to blast us to another place, and then I promise you the largest change you can imagine from me. Help me change … please.” His tone was plaintive.

“I accept the challenge. Just so you know, I want to fuck ALL the time now. This is so stimulating … doing it in the same room with others around, and the group sex. This is the most fun I may ever have had.”

“Me too. I can’t believe I fucked two women back-to-back, and soon I’m going to make love to you too. What a wet dream. They made me last, too. I really want to take that Tantric sex class and understand what Steve can do to manage his body. After that, I hope that I can please you better. I want to make you so happy and so orgasmic.”

He paused and added, “Know too that my brain is unbelievably scrambled right now with everything that’s happened tonight. My body is full of adrenalin and endorphins, and every other hormone that happens when things like this happen”

I kissed my hubby, “Thank you. I love you even more now. We’ll learn how to please each other and ourselves, and we’ll get through our scrambled feelings.”

“I love you more than ever. This has really been a transformational night.” A second later, he said, “Oh, dear.”

I looked, and Sheila had her head between my hip and Doug’s abs. She’d started to suck some life back into Doug’s flaccid cock that she cradled in her mouth as her tongue swirled around the purplish mushroom head. I grinned at her and nodded approvingly. I saw her smile around the edge of his dick, and then she deep throated him. Doug groaned.

I made out with Doug until Sheila tapped me on my leg. She nodded at Doug’s hard shaft. She’d done it. She’d restored him to wonderful penetrating hardness. I turned and swung a leg over Doug, and Sheila guided his cock into my pussy - a pussy that I realized was dripping with the cum of his brother. I even dripped a dollop of Steve’s cum on my husband’s leg just before the tip of his cock plugged the opening to my cum-filled pussy. I felt so wanton, and so sexy, and so slutty. I felt good - the best that I’d felt in months. I rubbed my erect nipples across my husband’s lips until he took hold of one to suck on.

I whispered to Doug with a grin, “Pay attention to Sheila while we make love. You’re going to have to learn how to split your time between multiple women from now on. You can’t just focus on one of us.”

Doug did split his time, but I could tell he was focusing more on me. With some coaching from Sheila, Doug managed to last a half hour; he spent two-thirds of that time with his cock in my pussy, and a third again (at my insistence) fucking Sheila as we kissed her and I roamed my hands all over her body (at her insistence). He’d already cum, so he was lasting longer. Heck, he was going a second time in the same week!

Sheila’s body felt so nice - tight sensuous skin, a wet pussy that smelled divine when I brought my fingers to my nose to sense her aroma, and swollen breasts larger than mine that I wanted to play with for days.

Sheila came twice to my surprise and delight when I went down on her just the way Fran had done to me. She was the first pussy I’d ever tasted, although I’d gotten some of Fran second hand from when Steve had gone down on her and then kissed me. Doug was amazed at my sudden bisexuality. For that matter, I was, too. Sheila ate me a little, telling me how she was sucking Steve’s cum from deep inside me. Just hearing that turned me on, but it made Doug super-hard and swollen just to think about what that statement implied.

I came with Doug deep in my cunt as I felt his cum surge into me, adding to what his brother had already blasted in there that Sheila hadn’t gotten to yet. Sheila had been rubbing my clit with her hand as I fucked my husband, a move that delivered yet another orgasm to me and turned me inside out. Having a third person involved in lovemaking certainly had its advantages. Once we got home, I was going to be searching for someone like Sheila to join us in our sex play

After we recovered a little, Fran appeared with warm washcloths and hand towels so we could clean up. Despite washing my pussy, I was so full of cum it wouldn’t stop leaking from deep inside me. I felt so satisfied and so slutty to have fucked two men - brothers - within minutes of each other. I wanted to repeat the experience again and again.

We sat around nude, and Fran and Ally served us sandwiches, coffee and cookies for a late dinner. I almost burst out laughing at how incongruous the snack seemed after the small orgy we’d just had.

I asked Fran, “You indicated that there were other people that you were intimate with, right? How often do you do something like that? Is sex involved?”

Fran, Sheila, Ally, and Steve laughed at my last question. Sheila said, “Is sex involved? I’ll say, and that’s an understatement. We end up fucking for hours and hours with them as often as we can. We’re a very loving and lusty group..”

Ally said, “As for frequency, we try to do something every week. Our friends live about thirty miles northwest of the city, so it can take up to an hour to get to their homes from here. Also, they were already involved with each other when we came along.”

Fran said, “Before you leave on Sunday afternoon, we’ll get some of them to visit. They don’t mind coming into the city on the weekends, because traffic is light and there are places to park. They’re mostly couples, but one single guy, Aidan, has also won their hearts. And, yes, we all make love together.”

Steve added, “Several of our even more distant friends live in and around Denver, Colorado, where I have a consulting client. I initially connected with them through work, but their numbers have grown.” He chuckled, “They range in age from twenty to sixty. One or two of them has talked about moving to the Boston area to be closer to us.

“That Denver group has also gotten interested in an even larger group of people that get together as swingers. I’ve been to a couple of their parties, and they’re great to attend occasionally. They are a little more intimate and loving than the name suggests.”

Steve volunteered after a pause to choose his words; “There’s one more couple that you will eventually meet that we also engage with; namely, the girls’ parents - Jean and Dave Henson. They’re in their fifties, as you might deduce from the ages of these women. They also participate in a swinger’s group that we’ve started to participate in - another thirty people, more or less.”

Fran said, “So, you see we live a very active sex life, not just with each other, but also with a larger group of outsiders.”

Doug just kept nodding as the revelations about the breadth of intimate relationships that his brother, fiancée, and her sisters were involved in.

Fran then told me more details about Aidan, Lyle and Nancy, and Gail and Chip, the five nearby people that they saw more frequently. I got some candid comments about their lovemaking techniques, too.

After checking with Doug, I ventured that I’d enjoy meeting Aidan and the other couples, especially the men. I made the implication clear to Doug; I wanted to have sex with some more men. From the grin on his face, I figured he was up for more of the that, as well as some new women in his life.

When bedtime came, we all went into the large master bedroom. There was a queen-size bed and a huge super-king-size bed in the dimly lit room. Several candles had been lit to supplement the sexy atmosphere. We’d seen the beds earlier and guessed the relationship of Steve and the sisters. This time, we put all that space to good use with our naked bodies.

Doug and Fran got into the smaller bed, and immediately she started round three with him by getting into a sixty-nine with my husband. He was so turned on by all this, he had a hard-on in a couple of minutes, turned them around and started to ride Fran - his brother’s fiancée - in the missionary position. I had watched with fascination right up to the point where he slipped his cock into her pussy, and I heard her urging him to go ‘harder’ and ‘faster.’ They’d been kissing a lot, too.

Fran was so beautiful and sexy; it was fun to watch her fucking with my husband. I had a fleeting thought that I should be jealous and be tearing her hair out, and I laughed because my thinking was so far removed from that horrid situation.

After a position change, Fran’s long brunette hair bounced around, her full breasts shimmied and shook, and her narrow hips provided a handhold for Doug as he bounced her on top of him with his cock deep inside her.

Steve, Ally, Sheila, and I took the large bed. Sheila went down on Ally in a sixty-nine, trying to find any remnants of Doug’s cum from earlier in the evening. As they went at each other, Steve started in on me again, focusing on my lower half. I was more than ready for anything.

He started at my pussy, and boy did he know how to give me orgasms. I had been right about him when I talked to Doug; he really understood a woman’s body and her needs. Further, he ate ‘used’ pussy, as mine certainly was at that point. Doug would really need to ‘up his game’.

To supplement my launch into new territory and further shake up Doug and me - as we requested of the group, over the evening each of the women had me make love to them as they made love to me. I never imagined that lesbian sex could be that emotional, sexy, loving, great tasting, and fun, but I changed my mind completely, and realized that I’d become a total bisexual slut that evening - along with other monikers I could use on myself. I loved it and wondered what had taken me so long to make this fundamental discovery.

After enjoying my coupling time with the girls, I rejoined Steve and as he sank his beautiful long cock into me, he started to teach me a little about Tantric loving and the mindset about making love in a way that had a huge spiritual and mind-body component to it.

I’d always thought of sex as an expression of love and lust, but Steve, Ally, and Sheila whispered to me the larger possibilities. Steve said, “From now on think of intercourse as the union of two souls - a union of mind, body, and spirit in multiple dimensions. Start with eye contact and touching all over, but take your time. Don’t rush, and get in a mindful state along with your partner.

You know about the physical and lust component, but recognize that your body is a vessel for your mind and the physical parts that enable coupling in a pleasurable way.”

He went on, “You bring your mind to the event - this event as I couple with you - because to not be cogent and present is to give your partner an empty and vapid experience that won’t leave a good after taste.

Lastly, bring your soul and spirit to the event. Allow the intermingling of these deep and ethereal parts of your being to also merge, for in that coupling is the deepest union we can achieve in this plane. Give of yourself in these dimensions with all of these parts of yourself.”

My God, I did. As we got deeper and deeper into the mood of the evening, I could feel myself being swept up into a love and union with Steve I didn’t know existed or was even possible. We didn’t rush, and I’d come to think that all intercourse had to be fast and furious; I’d have to talk to Doug about that.

Steve and I were making love, yet sometimes we just were motionless so we could feel our love passing between us through his cock and my pussy, and the other places we touched. He would stop and just allow his sex organ to soak in my love juices. I felt like I’d blossomed into a Being with a thousand new dimensions to my soul, and that I’d found a soul mate and we connected on every one of those dimensions.

I cried in happiness at one point because I’d achieved such a peak experience in my life, but then the peaks got even higher. Steve was bringing me on an orgasmic journey, and I realized when I allowed myself to focus on myself that I was in a space where I was having one orgasm cascading right into the next, each one more powerful and body wrenching than the last, with unimagined pleasure. I thought, ‘this is what heaven must be like.’ The orgasms we shared were beyond the physical; they were spiritual.

I lost track of time. I lost track of the others in the room. I lost track of my own body except to bask in the union and ecstasy from the experience. Finally, Steve worked me to a huge high. I screamed out my pleasure and I felt surges of his cum pulse into me. We collapsed into each other’s arms, and then fell into a sleep that was so sweet and ethereal. I had such glorious dreams I never wanted to awaken.

I did awaken in the darkness of the middle of the night. I could hear the heavy breathing of the others in bed and in the room. Steve’s cock probed my wet nether region. I changed position, and he slid into my cunt from behind me, cradling me in his arms and holding my excited breasts. We made love like that for many minutes, kissing and loving, and then we both came again. Steve held me to his warm body, keeping his cock inside me. It was so comforting; I just drifted back to my dream state. For once in my life, I didn’t worry about creating a wet spot.

Chapter 4 - Meeting Friends

Three women and my husband kissed me awake in the morning. Doug, Ally, Fran, and Sheila surrounded me, and showered me with kisses from head to toe. Ally even lapped and tongued at my drippy pussy - drippy from my middle of the night lovemaking session with Steve. I kissed them all back feeling as though I was almost drowning in the love from everyone. I couldn’t ever remember feeling on such a psychic high.

Ally shared some of the cum in my pussy with me. I pushed aside my initial reaction to my own nudity in the daylight, as I found the others that way. I also pushed away my initial reticence at swapping the body fluids back and forth between Ally’s mouth and mine as she taught me how to ‘snowball’, but then found that act to be sensual and exciting.

Scenes from the night before flashed through my head as I awoke. I remembered walking with Doug and my ranting and my confrontation. I had insisted that we change our marriage to be open, different, unique, and I’d pretty well threatened that I’d leave him in a day or so unless he was an active participant in all that. Now, everything was open and different and so loving. I hoped Doug was all right with what had happened. At least, he looked happy.

Steve appeared, kissed me, and presented me with a mug of coffee. He smiled, “You all right? Any after thoughts from last night?”

The others sat around on the bed and listened for my response. I know a tear rolled down each cheek. “I am feeling so loved. When I arrived here last night my love bucket was so empty it probably rattled, and I was so depressed about my relationship with Doug that I was sure that I’d be single by the end of next week.

“Now, I am overflowing with joy and love. I love you all, and especially my husband for helping to create this experience for me - for us.” I pulled Doug to me and kissed him again.

I went on, “I know our time with you has only been our first baby steps in our new life, but I’m sure that we’ve started on a new journey, on a new partway, that’ll be more fulfilling for both of us, and I hope the others that we interact with - including all of you.”

Steve nodded to the girls and the four of them left the bedroom. I heard the shower turn on in the master bath, and some happy morning laughter and giggles from the kitchen.

Doug cuddled me to him, and showered me with little kisses all over my upper body.

I confessed to him. “Doug, I love you, AND I also love the four people in this other family - especially your brother. Steve made me feel so wanted, so loved, and so horny, that I couldn’t give enough of my body to him. I wanted to find more sexual things that I could do for him - for Fran, Sheila, and Ally.

“I’ve had so many peak experiences since we arrived here, that I can’t begin to enumerate them. They weren’t all orgasm either. Many have been insights into this family and my own reactions to them, my reactions to the open sexuality that they practice, and the mind, body, and spirit connections we’ve made

“One that I’ll remember for a long time was when Steve made love to me in the middle of the night. We never whispered a word to each other. I just felt your brother slide inside me and we started to move together. Wow! That was just so powerful and so erotic. I consider myself his little fuck toy for whenever and however he wants me.”

Doug kept kissing me and whispering that he loved me and wanted to grow old with me. He wanted me to always feel as good as I felt in that instant whether he made me feel that way or someone else did.

I wondered where this man had been hiding. He wasn’t jealous, or he didn’t show it, and he’d had sexual relations with each of the women. From what I could tell, I think that they each liked that a lot. When we got back to Chicago, we’d have to find friends that we could be intimate with.

Doug said, “Fran also took me on a sexual trip with various peaks at some time in the dark hours. I have amazed myself at the frequency of my lovemaking, and my rapid recovery times. I should be taking hours or days to recover from this much sex and as many orgasms as I’ve had. Instead, I want more, more, more. I especially need to make love to you right now.” Our relationship had taken a sharp turn for the better.

I lay back and invited Doug into my arms and pussy. He sank his hard cock into me, and we just went at it. I heard words of love from him I hadn’t heard in years. I cried, but I also praised him and told him of my love for him on so many levels. After we came, we found the shower and washed up. I took advantage of the spray head to clean up my interior parts, too. I still hoped for more action later in the day.

Saturday morning quickly got busy by the residents. Two of the women started to collect linens and got the washing machine and dryer fired up. Another went off to do errands and shopping. Doug and I did breakfast clean up, and with Ally’s help I started a slow cook pot roast for dinner. When the groceries arrived, I helped put things away and made a large dinner salad. I also made everyone sandwiches for lunch after getting their orders.

The amazing thing was that along with everyone else that stayed in the apartment, I remained naked or only in an apron, and I loved the freedom and got over any embarrassment. I resolved to adopt this dress style at home when our kids weren’t around. I briefly thought of how happy Doug would be if he arrived home to always find me naked and horny.

To my surprise and embarrassment, at lunch Aidan arrived unannounced. He just walked into the condo and kissed the girls. Steve was there and introduced him to Doug and then Aidan turned to me. I’m sure that I had blushed up a bright red body for him as I sat at the dining table. I felt like I was presenting my naked body to this beautiful young man.

Aidan had me stand and took me in his arms the same way he had the other women, and gave me a peck and then a significant kiss that evolved into a French kiss. This young man turned me on almost instantly. I caught myself grinding my bare mons against his leg. I must stop doing this with men I just met … well, except when I’m naked.

Aidan kept kissing me, and I kept kissing him. Somehow, he became as naked as I was, and somehow we were in the bedroom getting on the bed … and then making love. I was fucking a complete stranger, yet I felt connected to him on all those planes that Steve had taught me about the night before. We had a beautiful experience, and I lost count of my peaks. What a nice way to meet someone new.

I became vaguely aware of Steve and Doug on the other bed with the three sisters. They were fucking too, and from the moans and sounds of flesh slapping together in the room I guessed we were all very happy.

We went back to the dining table and finished our late lunch, and then I pulled Aidan back to the bedroom to fuck some more. I felt sexually insatiable. I had to have cock. When Aidan finished, I went and got Doug, and then Steve. I could tell I was taxing Doug to get him aroused enough to make love to me, but he succeeded and I felt so good. I loved my husband. I also loved to fuck.

Later, we dressed for dinner. Friends of Steve and the girls came and joined us - Chip and Gail who lived in a Boston suburb drove in town for the evening. Over dinner, Steve explained about the transition that Doug and I were making. I felt embarrassed at first, but then Gail made some astute suggestions and I liked her ideas.

Gail and Chip had worked for months to put together their family’s creed - a formal statement about the beliefs and principles surrounding their open relationship. She said, “Our friends Lyle and Nancy, and Aidan, have adopted this as their own, but don’t feel that you have to. Here, read it on my iPhone.” She thrust her cellphone into my hand and I read through the one-page document.

1. Embrace Non-Exclusivity with Courage - Our love doesn’t need to confine us. We are free to explore connections with others-sexual, emotional, intellectual, spiritual, or all of those - trusting that our bond is strong enough to grow through openness. Non-exclusivity isn’t a rejection of the other; it’s an invitation to expand our horizons together.{/i}

2. Release Possessiveness, Choose Trust - We reject the idea that we own each other. Instead, we choose trust as our foundation. By letting go of control, we free ourselves to love without fear, knowing our commitment is rooted in choice, not obligation. Part of that trust is that we are each other’s home base.

3. Celebrate Each Other’s Free Spirit - We support each other in living boldly, whether through travel, new experiences, or expressing our sensuality with each other or with others. We support each other in this celebration.

4. Ignite More Passion Between Us - We crave more intimacy with each other - not just in frequency, but in depth. We use playful touch, honest conversations, and moments of vulnerability to rediscover each other. Our physical connection can be a spark that fuels our new dynamic.

5. Welcome Sexual Exploration with Others - We explore loving and caring sexual connections beyond our marriage. These experiences enrich us individually, and bring fresh energy and perspectives back to our relationship. These explorations may be visible to others, but we are supportive of that openness.

6. Prioritize Open Communication - Honesty is our lifeline. We share our desires, boundaries, and fears without judgment. We do regular check-ins to ensure we navigate this open marriage with clarity and care, keeping our connection strong. We emphasize that this is a two-way street, thus these points that we have framed together.

7. Respect Our Individual Autonomy - We are each an individual - our own person. We honor each other’s choices-whether about partners, use of time, or personal growth. Autonomy doesn’t distance us; it allows us to meet as equals, choosing each other freely. We are open to shifts in our own relationship beyond what even this statement suggests.

8. Create Shared Adventures - We want our free-spirited selves to enjoy shared experiences-travel, new hobbies, or even exploring open relationship events together. These adventures will remind us why we’re partners in this bold new

Chapter of our lives.

9. Foster Emotional Safety - As we open our marriage, we protect our emotional core. If jealousy or insecurity arises, we face it with compassion, not blame or malice. Our home is a sanctuary where we both feel safe to be ourselves and to love each other.

10. Commit to Growth, Not Stagnation - Our marriage isn’t a contract to stay the same; it’s a promise to grow and evolve. We challenge each other to flourish, embrace change, and celebrate the messy, beautiful journey of becoming who we’re meant to be.

After I finished reading, I was speechless and near tears. In a few hundred words they had captured the way I wanted to live - the way I wanted Doug’s and my marriage to be. I couldn’t think of anything missing just then.

I told Doug my feelings about the statement and had him read it. Gail emailed it to each of us after we told her our email addresses. I was thinking of printing it on parchment, framing it, and hanging it in a prominent place in our home. I didn’t care if the kids or anyone else saw what we were committed to

Gail sat with me and explained that they had worked on those statements for the past year and they were still honing and wordsmithing, as well as debating and interpreting, as they tried to live those words. I couldn’t help but hug her and thank her for sharing with me.

“That statement crystalizes so much that I’ve been trying to create with Doug, and more. You’ve done a great thing for the two of us. Those ten points will provide a basis for the two of us opening up our relationship and for us openly and honestly communicating with each other.”

After dinner, Steve orchestrated a coupling between Chip and me, and he delivered a different multi-dimensional experience. He was attuned to the same precepts of lovemaking that Steve was. He was divine. As Chip had fucked me - made love to me, Doug and Gail were going at it on the other bed, and then suddenly right next to us.

I found that fucking right next to my husband as he stroked into another woman gave me great joy and further increased our mutual lust. I felt like such a slut to have now fucked four men since getting up that morning, and I loved it. I never wanted this feeling to stop; I wanted more cock and more loving. Maybe I was basically nothing more than a wanton slut. I guess time would tell, along with my mental attitude.

Steve captured me to sleep with again, and we made love twice in the darkness. I felt such love for him, and told him. He told me how he loved me and how special I was. I realized that this was how brother-in-law relationships were supposed to be.

Sunday morning, after fucking Aidan again, another couple joined us - Lyle and Nancy Reddick. They were also from a northern suburb and avoided the city during the week.

They arrived mid-morning and we soon were all nude again. They stripped down to be with the rest of us, and soon after their arrival, Doug and Nancy started to make out and then make love right on the sofa. I grabbed Lyle’s hand, led him to the bedroom, and we followed their lead. Soon everyone came into the room, got naked, and started fucking. Aidan joined us and I found the special pleasure of being spit roasted, and loving two men at the same time. Wow, I was a great slut.

Doug and Aidan double penetrated Nancy to her delight. She was tremendously multi-orgasmic, and I found pleasure in listening to and watching her climaxes roll through her body. I passed up the opportunity to be DPed. I’d never thought of that, and the thought scared me since I’d never done anal before. Nancy later suggested I get some butt plugs to practice with, and I planned to follow her recommendation.

Regretfully, Doug and I had to leave before dinner to catch our flight back to Chicago. In the taxi to Logan Airport, I tried to count up the men and women I’d fucked, the number of episodes I’d been in, and the number of orgasms. I’d had more sex in the weekend than in the past year - hell, the past three or four or five years. I cuddled into Doug and we made out in the back of the taxi, and then on the airplane, and once we got home we were so horny we were back in the bedroom fucking before we even ate anything for a late supper.

Our son and daughter, who’d been staying with friends, arrived home around nine o’clock that evening. Lori instantly came up to me and said, “Mom, you and dad are acting so different towards one another, so much more loving. I’ve never seen you guys like this. You’re so cute. It’s like you’re newlyweds.” She gave me a big hug.

I just smiled at her. For the first time in her life, I probably had more sex on the weekend and with more partners than she did - the little slut. I laughed inside at my own raw humor.

I wanted to leap around the office and the house for joy. Doug became a dream husband, or at least he was trying to be, and I accepted his efforts with praise and glee.

Doug also improved his interaction with the kids, something that had been waning as they got older. Keeping up the trend that we started in Cambridge, we were also making love almost every night and often we were nuzzling each other or trying to sexually excite one another in some way. Occasionally, we had morning sex, too.

I found as many ways to praise my hubby for his attention and love as I could think of, even doing online research for ideas. I did get to meet him naked at the door a few times, pulling him into the bedroom so we could make love each time. Once the kids got home while we were going at it, and they were more embarrassed than we were about catching us mid fuck since we’d forgotten to shut the bedroom door.

Chapter 5 - In Flagrante Delicto

Doug and I didn’t see Steve for a few months, but we did talk to him and to Fran frequently during that time. They were concerned about us at first, and checked in often to be sure we were doing all right after the group sex sessions at their condo in Cambridge. The had a right to be concerned; those sessions were far from anything either of us had experienced.

Fran stopped me cold once with the question, “You still okay with the incest we enjoyed?”

I’d never thought that what we did was incest. Steve and Doug didn’t interact, except to trade partners once in a while. I wasn’t related to Steve, nor Fran - Steve’s fiancée, to Doug, so where was the incest. I guess because we were ‘in laws’ or ‘in-laws-to-be’ so we qualified. Maybe she meant between her and her sisters, but I didn’t think that counted since they really couldn’t fuck each other in a literal sense.

Those thoughts made me stop to think about what limits I would place on my behavior or that of a family member. I got to a point where I made up some defining principles: consenting adults can do whatever they want about sex, and love is not a zero-sum game - a person can love more than one person at a time.

For my first principle, I figured that sober, conscious, aware adults over age eighteen were able to decide what they wanted or didn’t want, providing they were not under duress. Further, they could choose from the whole gamut of sexual things to do: vanilla sex, to being DPed, to gangbangs, to BDSM, if that floated their boat. They could even remain chaste.

The second principle referenced a zero-sum game. In such a game, the scores have to add to zero. If I gain a point, you lose a point. But for my rule, Doug or I or anybody, could love as many people as the wanted and not take anything away from the others in their game. I guess it was always a positive-sum game. Doug said that he was time-limited, but I decided there were always ways to make up for the temporal and human limitations in our lives.

The obvious changes in my demeanor about my marriage, my relationship with Doug, my bubbling over about my ‘Boston Weekend,’ and sex, led to Lori and I becoming exceptionally open about our love life. She confronted me about what had happened in a weak moment, and ‘mom’ revealed all.

I explained, “Your dad and I had a cathartic walk after I asked you uncle if he’d fuck me. Doug went through the roof. Unfortunately for him, I then shot every salvo in my arsenal at him and basically said that unless he changed on that trip, we were done as a couple and that our marriage would end. We were that close to ending things - to divorce.”

Lori was shocked. She said, “What happened?”

“We returned from our walk to Steve’s condo, and … after a bit Steve did make love to me. It was so sweet and moving. He knows about Tantric Sex, and used those techniques. Lori, I had about a thousand orgasms between Friday evening and when we left them on Sunday afternoon.

“Also, some of their friends came by and they were also loving and … well, I fucked them, too. Including Doug, I had sex with five men. Doug also plowed through the women that came.”

“MOM!” Lori exclaimed. She was somewhat shocked, but she had a smile from ear-to-ear about my behavior … and her father’s.

I teased her, and inferred that I knew more than she thought I did about her sexual mores. She looked surprised, and that induced her to open up to me about the relationship with her boyfriend - a guy she’d been going with for almost three years. She admitted to frequently fucking him, and then to not only doing him, but also doing two other male friends - Kurt and Dean - in what were often three guys on one girl.

Sometimes her best girlfriend, Lindsey, also joined in the mini-orgy they enjoyed. Lori said, “I guess as you discovered, group sex is really erotic and stimulating as all fuck. I love being the subject of interest to four other people in one of our group sessions.”

I nodded knowingly, and smiled. I think I even commented on how orgasmic such an experience could be, thinking back to a few memorable minutes when Steve, Aidan, and Lyle had been all over me shortly before we had to leave for the airport.

Lori started to wrest out of me one small specific experience after another until she had enough jigsaw pieces to put together a pretty complete picture of what had happened in Boston. Together with a few insightful guesses and some more prying questions for me, I broke down and revealed the sexy details. She was laughing but aghast, and also happy for what had happened, particularly that her dad and I were staying together. She saw that we had been drifting further and further apart, but knew she couldn’t fix us.

The more I told her about the Boston Weekend, the more she told me about her sex life, and then what she knew of her brother’s. He also had a girlfriend, and she also involved her best friend Susan with them, as he often did with his friend Max and an occasional other one or two guys. Sometimes, the four or more of them would get together and swap off partners all day. I realized what sometimes went on at home when Doug and I were at work. The house was a fuck fest.

I shocked Lori, when I told her, “Next time you’re doing one of your group orgies, please involve me … or us. I can play a MILF or cougar really well.”

I expressed my philosophy about sex, and also repeated a lot of what Steve had told me about love, mind, body, spirit, and multi-dimensional sex. Lori paid careful attention and asked a lot of deep questions that proved to me how adult she had become.

Lori and I also discussed the ten points in Gail and Chip’s relationship statement that she’d shared with me. Lori wanted her own copy, and I passed it along to her. She and her boyfriend would be having some deep discussions in the coming weeks.

I had to ask myself, ‘When did my daughter become an adult? I needed to stop thinking of her as a daughter, and move to thinking of her as a best friend. I got the best hug from her ever after our long and revealing talk.

* * * * *

One weekend in late fall, Steve and Fran flew out to Chicago to stay with us and to go see Steve and Doug’s parents. Wayne and Myra Wallace lived about an hour west of the city. We did not see them but perhaps once a month unless there was some special occasion or holiday. We did phone with them more frequently. Wayne was a precision machinist, and Myra was a paralegal.

Steve decided that he needed to tell them about the wedding and introduce his fiancée Fran to them. We picked them up at the airport Saturday morning and went directly to Doug and Steve’s parent’s home.

Doug and I had learned a lot about the wedding during our trip to Boston, when we changed our marriage. This was going to going to be an awkward meeting for Steve, because he had to explain about the clothing-optional venue for the wedding, plus get somewhat explicit about his lifestyle with multiple men and women who were intimate with each other and would be partying with them at the resort they’d chosen for the destination wedding.

We would be there supporting Steve and Fran in whatever they had to say. By implication, his parents would come to know that Doug and I were cool with what would be happening in the Caribbean and that we were eager participants.

On the drive home from Doug and Steve’s parents, we talked about whether Lori and Ace should be involved in the wedding. Doug’s knee-jerk response was ‘No.’ I stepped in and leveled with Doug, explaining that they were having a lot of sex, including group sex with their friends. Doug was really surprised. He still had an image of them from junior high school. I urged him not to berate them, and he promised that he wouldn’t say a word, only that he was surprised.

We had a late dinner back at our house with Steve and Fran, and then paired off to make love in the living room. Lori and Ace were out for the night with friends, and I even knew that Lori expected to be in a threesome with Matt and Kurt, or at least that was the plan.

As Steve and I started to make out, he first talked to me about my G-sport or Grafenberg area inside my vagina on sort of the back wall from my clitoris. I knew this area, and it was wonderful for intense orgasms. Some positions were better than others to stimulate this with a dick in me, but Doug’s fingers seemed to be finding the right area these days.

Steve said, “You also have an A-spot; a place in your vagina that is deeper and even more likely to produce an orgasm, and one that lasts longer, can be emotionally intense, and is more of a ‘whole body’ experience for you. The pleasure can be really intense.”

I nodded, “I’ll take either or any.” I grinned at him and we kissed tenderly.

Steve grinned and went to work on me. He focused on my G-spot at first, and after a few minutes, I did fire off an orgasm that made me almost want to double up with the pleasure I felt.” When I reopened my eyes, Steve was licking his fingers, and I could see that his hand was covered in my vaginal juices.

I was still floating with the afterglow of the pleasure from my lover. He’d raised the number of ‘O’s that I’d had to about eight, and was proving how great they could be. I wondered what the A-spot orgasm would be like. I also wondered whether my neighbors could hear my moans and screams of joy and passion.

Doug and Steve had just cum deep inside Fran and me, and were soaking inside us as we kissed and fondles each other. Lori’s voice suddenly teased from the hallway and surprised me, “Hi dad. Hi mom. I always knew you had a thing for my uncle. Nice show, mom. I didn’t know you could cum so hard; that must be one to remember. By the way, ‘Hi, Steeeeeeeve’.”

I started laughing at being caught in flagrante delicto fucking my brother-in-law. Steve acted cool about the situation, but didn’t remove his somewhat flaccid shaft from my warmth. Fran played it cool, too. Doug was flustered and fortunately speechless for a moment.

Lori strolled right into the room, no doubt urged on by my smile and the candid discussions about sex and relationships we’d been having. She kissed her dad and then me, and introduced herself to Fran, as Fran remained impaled on her father’s cock in the woman on top position. Lori gave an even longer kiss to her Uncle Steve, as he kept his still hard shaft inside my quim and held my legs against his sides.

Of course, my pussy and his inserted cock were on brilliant technicolor display. If either Doug or Steve moved from our Fran or my vaginas a flood of cum would result from the newly vacant pussy.

I teased Lori, “Want to join us for a second round?”

Lori lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really? Could I? You wouldn’t mind?”

I nodded my acceptance of the idea. I already knew her inclinations, and I did want her to know Steve better. She was a bit of a slut, so I thought, what the hell. I turned to Doug and admonished, “Don’t say a word. This is a good thing to have happen.”

I turned back to our daughter, “Yes, Lori, you may join us if it’s all right with our guests.” Both Fran and Steve smiled and made approving noises and nods.

Lori went to Steve again and kissed him really hard, “I’ve wanted to do that for about the past seven years Uncle Steve.” She turned and moved to Fran, and delivered an equally passionate kiss. “So, very nice to meet you in a more friendly way … my future aunt. I think we’re going to have a really nice relationship. From what my mom tells me, we think alike.”

Lori put on a little strip-tease show for us, particularly wiggling her hot little ass as she disrobed, proving that she was pretty adept at creating sexual tension and an erotic atmosphere even among nude adults who had just fucked. Lori also kept up a steady monologue about how exciting participating with us would be, and how she loved to fuck and feel all sorts of cock in her pussy - especially new cock.

Doug’s eyes enlarged,, he was afraid to blink, and they about popped out of his head as Lori revealed more and more of her hot and very fuckable nineteen-year-old body. She was in her prime, shaped to seduce, and hotter than the surface of the sun.

Lori even looked at her father as she spoke and teased. I tried to imagine her with three horny teenage boys her own age sitting in front of her lusting after her body as she did her strip. She’d be fucked within milliseconds if I were one of those young men.

When she was nude, her nubile body appealing to all of us, she turned to Fran, “Are you full of my father’s cum?”

Fran nodded, still worried about moving and creating a flood of cum. “Yes, why?”

Lori said, “Because, if you let dad pull out of you, I want to suck every last drop of his man juice from your pretty pussy. I also want to see what he tastes like and what you taste like - then I’ll do my mom. In case she didn’t tell you, I’m what they call a young cum slut.”

Fran grinned, “Me, too,” and rolled off Doug and spread her legs. Lori launched herself into the couple. She spent fifteen seconds cleaning her Doug’s slick dick, swallowing the entire cock in one gulp. Doug was truly speechless with his mouth agape as he watched his sexpot daughter attending to him, her bare breasts dragging across his thighs in a way I knew would make him hard again.

After doing Doug, she launched herself into Fran’s pussy just as the white semen started to leak out and run down to her ass. Lori made a lot of slurping noises and put on a real show for us with sound effects, complete with her cute ass up in the air waving around.

I saw her wink at me, and knew a large part of what she was doing was for shock value for her father - and, frankly, for me. Doug did watch every move she made; I could see he quickly redeveloped his hard on. He wanted Lori.

Fran had a couple of orgasms under Lori’s tongue and the fingers that she’d also introduced to our guest’s pussy. As Lori sucked, she also stroked her father’s nearby cock with one hand. To my surprise, he let her, and remained mute. As the seconds ticked by, I swear he got a look of lust on his face for her. I was glad and hoped they’d fuck.

Lori then came to Steve and me. We’d watched her little show, and I’d felt Steve harden again inside me. We’d even pumped into each other a few times to start round two. Lori cleaned up Steve right after he pulled away from me, and then she was on me like white on rice.

Lori would pull away and comment on how great we tasted or felt. I remember feeling so good, and thinking that for most of society, this was so wrong. At that point, her cunnilingus skills were making me peak again - the peak inspired more by who was doing it, than the actual touching and munching.

Lori sucked up a good load of cum from my dripping cunt, and then she came up and made to kiss me. I knew what she wanted to do, and my brain froze. I was about to eat cum, second hand, from my own pussy, mixed with my own juices, from my incestuous daughter. There’d be residuals from Doug and Fran in her mouth, too. This was so wanton, and so bad.

I opened my mouth and gestured for Lori to come to me. I wanted to be a really bad girl - as bad as my daughter. She approached and we immediately launched into a French kiss, during which she tongued her mouth of cum into mine, and a minute later, I fed it back to her. After a few swaps, we both swallowed and Lori dropped back down my body, briefly sucking on one of my breasts. I liked doing that, especially the mother-daughter bonding experience. The others in the room were speechless or entranced.

As Lori knelt on the posh rug in front of our sofa, she returned to eat more of Steve’s cum from my sloppy cunt, she had him move behind her and start to fuck her. Soon, I was almost forgotten as Steve got her attention, and really stroked into her. I loved the decadent feelings that arose inside me.

Lori was doggy position with her head near my pussy, but her eyes were closed as she savored getting fucked by her uncle. Steve had no compunction to not fuck his niece. Lori was sure enjoying it.

Since I was temporarily forgotten, I slipped away from the fucking couple. Lori got up on the sofa and exposed her sex to her uncle. He slipped right back inside her, standing and watching, and feeling her breasts.

I wanted to continue to tease and loosen up Doug, so when Steve was fucking Lori in the missionary position, I pulled Doug over towards Lori and brought his half-hard cock to Lori’s mouth. He was remarkably compliant. She smiled at us, and then started to suck on her dad as her uncle laid his pipe to her slit.